imagine a world where all living beings coexist with each other, like you go to the market and a bear is packing your groceries. You drive home and you see tulips playing soccer, that’s the world i wanna live in.
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Real men don’t talk about their sexual conquests or call a woman out of her name. My father once told me “No matter if a woman is sinner or a saint when you lay with her you become her equal. So no matter what you feel about them, it’s also a reflection of yourself.
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but here in Texas I feel like people don’t even try to get out of the state for college. I understand some of it is because of money, but I know a lot of these kids could be going to some wonderful schools like Duke, UNC, Vandy, etc etc, but no. The trend pretty much follows that if you’re a smart kid you go to UT Austin.
This rant is only coming from the fact that tonight we had our senior award night. So if you received an award where you were attending in the fall was also called. All but a few of the people in top 10% are going to UT, with a few Texas A&M kids. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised those two schools are where a majority of kids end up. Not that it is a bad thing at all. I just wonder if this is “Texas Culture” or something that is relevant in other states as well?
A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.
The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa.
