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They told her “Stop reading books and get a life.” If only they knew of all the lives she’s already lived.
A cashier tried to convince this little girl to get a white doll. She said no.
As a prize for a month of successful potty-training, two-year-old Sophia Benner picked out a doll she loved at a local Target — but when she and her mother got to the checkout, a cashier tried to talk her out of her purchase because Sophia is white, and the doll she picked out was black. Sophia’s mother, Brandi Benner, described the incident in an Instagram post on Saturday.
Benner wrote that she was about to respond to the cashier when her daughter jumped in with a succinct, and perfect, explanation. “I immediately became angry, but before I could say anything, Sophia responded with, ‘Yes, she does. She’s a doctor like I’m a doctor. And I’m a pretty girl and she’s a pretty girl. See her pretty hair? And see her stethoscope?” Read more. (4/4/2017 1:15 PM)
My first and only American Girl doll when I was this girls age was Addy. I loved her spunk, beautiful hair, ability to make friend and kindness. It was never brought to my attention that people choose dolls to “look like them” and for that I am thankful.
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When we were doing the show our goal was nothing grander than to entertain you for however long we’d asked for your attention. It’s an understatement to say that it’s gratifying to all of us that the show has a life in DVD box sets and Netflix. That people who were in grade school when the show was on the air are coming to it now like it’s new. And that there are young people who say they got into public service because of the show. During one of our monthly cast lunches in the first season, Brad Whitford said, “No matter what we do from here on out, this show is the first line of our obituaries.” Martin, who was in Apocalypse Now, said, “I’m good with that”. Me too. – Aaron Sorkin
Happy Thanksgiving!
Bartlet: By the power invested in me by the Constitution of the United States, I hereby pardon you.
Morton: Okay.
Bartlet: No, it's not okay. Morton, I can't pardon a turkey. If you think I CAN pardon a turkey, then you've got to go back to your school and insist that you be better prepared to go out in the world.
Donna: You can't pardon a turkey?
Bartlet: No. I'll tell you what I can do. I'm drafting this turkey into military service.
1. Fist: Make a fist around the epi-pen, don’t place your thumb/fingers over either end
2. Flick the blue cap off
3. Fire. Press down into the outer thigh (the big muscle in there), hold for 10 seconds before removing (the orange cap will cover the needle). Bare skin is best but the epi-pen will go through clothing. Avoid pockets and seams.
- Ring an ambulance even if everything seems to be fine!
Oh my god. So as someone who has to carry an epipen EVERYWHERE I am so happy to see that there’s an info post about them. Like in the extreme case that I can’t inject myself, somebody else would have to do it, but nobody knows how to do it! Thank you, this may just save my life some day.
Don’t be wimpy about it, either. I know friends who are like, “but idk if I could stab you with a needle!” Please stab me with the needle, don’t be hesitant about it.
In my case (I can’t speak for all allergies), an epi buys me 20 minutes of breathing to get to the hospital. It is not a magic bullet, it’s a few critical minutes to help get me where I need to go.
For those who don’t know, people with serious food allergies carry epinephrine which is an adrenaline shot just in case they have anaphylaxis, which is a life threatening allergic attack. This shot is life-saving and must be administered to someone who is having an anaphylactic attack as SOON AS POSSIBLE, because an extra waited minute could mean their life.
It doesn’t hurt much at all to use this needle. The first time I used mine, I didn’t even feel it. But be sure to stab it IN THE OUTER THIGH. Do not stick it anywhere else or you could seriously hurt or kill someone. Just right to the outside of the thigh and then call the ambulance - even if your friend starts doing better, they could have a biphasic reaction, meaning a reaction that comes back (or they may need a second dose, be on the look out). If your friend has an epipen, then they have an epipen trainer that doesn’t have a needle and you can try it out just to be sure you know how to use the real thing if you have to. I’d also advise holding it a few more seconds then 10, maybe go for 14 just to be sure all the medicine is administered and that you didn’t count too fast - that’s what I did.
Here’s a graphic of where to stick it:
THANK YOU FOR THE GRAPHIC I was about to ask because my mom carries one around and so do some of my friends and I wanted to make sure I would do it right if I ever needed to!
Learn about this or get a refresher, if you’re not already familiar.
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Teaching all day *makes 92874819174 judgement calls and choices
Sitting at home “Don’t make me fucking choose what to have for dinner.”
This is the cause of 93 and ¾% of all spats between Mr. Kaaay and me. After the fast thinking I do all day at school, I just don’t care if we get Dominos or Little Caesar’s.
This is legit though, it’s called decision fatigue.
When students graduate from the Kanazawa College of Art in Japan, they get to wear whatever they want to the graduation ceremony. The annual event is clearly popular, judging from the number of television cameras, photographers and reporters on hand to cover the ceremony.
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What were your back to school professional development days like?
Mine were great. Meetings in the morning about school philosophy, team building, basic workshop/center curriculum, gender inclusive language and team building. The afternoons were all classroom and team time.
First official day of work today. It is exciting to be in a place where so many people care deeply about what is best for kids emotional states and future lives. The only time someone talked about standards was with a disclaimer of “I have to say this.” It was fun but also challenging for me to make sure that I know my stuff and I am willing to stand my ground on the things I believe in .
A RAT JUST RAN INTO MY LEG
I am having a heart attack.
Context:
I was taking out the trash. There is a door on the first floor that leads to stairs to the alley where the garbage goes. During daylight, I take it down like a good human being. At night time, there are cats and rats and other things so I usually toss it over the railing. ((There aren’t any bins, so I’m not being rude or anything. It’s literally a pile of garbage))
So, I toss the garbage over, turn around, and I see it running right towards me for the door. I scream, it freaks out, and somehow flies up my leg. I don’t know if I kicked it or if it jumped, but it was vertical close to my damn kneecap.
I’m wearing shorts so there was direct rat to skin contact.
I took a shower. F word, man.
ewwwww stories like this are what make me not really want to move into a city even though I want to in many other regards...but rats jumping on me...deal breaker
My favorite thing about Windows is how it suggests looking at online support to solve internet connectivity issues.
I once called the IT department at my university because I could not connect to the internet, both through ethernet and wirelessly. When I finally got someone on the phone...she couldn’t help me without an emailed request.
DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FYYAAAAAA???
I hereby do solemnly pledge not to praise or criticize books I have not read.