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"If your students don’t know that you care, they won’t care what you know."

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 11:57:02 -0400

“If your students don’t know that you care, they won’t care what you know.”

- (via teachingtotransform)

When one of my students is having a bad day

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 11:55:29 -0400

teacherthoughtbubble:

I wanna be like:

salami-sandwich: Teachers would be much more prepared if they...

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 11:53:19 -0400

salami-sandwich:

Teachers would be much more prepared if they knew about this.

Washington Post

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 19:51:17 -0400

Washington Post:

We’re NASA and we know it!

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thefrogman: Otis vs the TARDIS. [the video is much...

Sun, 24 Jun 2012 17:52:57 -0400

thefrogman:

Otis vs the TARDIS.

[the video is much cooler!]

LOL this made me chuckle.

Abraham Lincoln

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 02:47:18 -0400

andrewfriedle:

I just learned that the Civil War was fought between the South which was controlled by Vampires and the North run by Vampire Hunter Abraham Lincoln.

Abraham Lincoln -Vampire Hunter wasn’t a terrible movie.

It was actually pretty good. Absurd…but good.

"My eleventh grade English teacher was a guy named Paul MacAdam. I got a D in the class, and I only..."

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 20:34:51 -0400

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My eleventh grade English teacher was a guy named Paul MacAdam. I got a D in the class, and I only got the D because I wrote a paper about Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye over the summer. I was a crap student: I didn’t read; I didn’t participate; I didn’t turn in papers, or when I did, it was embarrassingly obvious I hadn’t read the books. I also skipped class a lot. It was in the morning, and I didn’t think very highly of morning classes.

I actually said that to him once. He took me aside after the bell rang one day and said you’ve been missing a lot of class, and I was like, “Yeah, I don’t think too highly of morning classes.” I was a real peach.

But when I did go to class, I was usually the last person to file into the room. One thing I remember about that class: Mr. MacAdam always held the door open for us until the bell rang. We’d walk in, and he’d greet each of us. He always held the door open until the bell started ringing, and I’d come in last, three seconds before the bell rang, staring at my untied sneakers, stinking of cigarette smoke, and he’d say, “Mr. Green, always a pleasure,” and then he and the class would talk about the book. Say it was Slaughterhouse Five. I hadn’t read it, of course, but they would talk about it, and MacAdam would get to talking about war and the nonlinear nature of time and how Vonnegut had stripped down the language to tell the nakedest of truths.

But the discussion was always so interesting—these big, hot, fun ideas seemed to matter so much. So I read the books. I never read them when I was supposed to read them; I’d read them a week later, after I’d already gotten an F on my reaction paper. But I’d read them. In essence, I was reading great books for fun. MacAdam didn’t know it, of course. He probably still doesn’t know it. But it didn’t matter whether I was worthy of his faith; he kept it. He still held the door open every day for me. He still treated me like I was the smartest kid in the class, still took me seriously on those rare occasions when I’d raise my hand, still listened thoughtfully to me when I’d give him my reading of a passage I could comment upon only because he’d just read it out loud. He believed I was real, that I mattered. I wasn’t yet able to understand that he mattered, but he was okay with that. He just kept holding the door open for me.

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- John Green, excerpt from his 2008 speech at the Alan Conference (via speciousstuff)

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 11:27:36 -0400

to-be-anastasia: Is it a tragedy? Is it a farce? In the land...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 10:47:12 -0400

to-be-anastasia:

Is it a tragedy? Is it a farce? In the land once called East Germany, in a town once called Karl-Marx-Stadt, a bank called Sparkasse Chemnitz ran an online poll letting customers vote for images to place on their credit cards. And the hands-down winner was Karl Marx, an ironic pick given that … well, you don’t need me to explain why.

In response to this selection, Planet Money has encouraged readers to post a tagline for the card on Twitter, using the hashtag #marxcard. Here are a few of my favorites so far:

There are Some Things Money Can’t Buy. Especially If You Abolish All Private Property.

From each according to their ability, to each according to his need. For everything else, there’s #Marxcard.

The Marx Card – Because Credit is the Opiate of the Masses.

The Karl Marx MasterCard – When You’re Short of Kapital