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One teachers approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
No more impersonal stuff.
Guys, I know how you feel. I know how hard it is, and so do millions others. We all struggle, whether we’re addicted to smoking, drugs, alcohol, cutting ourselves, bad relationships, eating, not eating….
I had bulimia for over 3 years, it’s only now that the new love of my life - cycling - has taken its place in my solid daily routine, that I can happily say, finally, its not coming back.
It used to be that I would obsess over food, binge and then make myself sick, often many times in a row, never mind in a day - that was normal. And I thought it was normal, even when my parents finally discovered it. 3 boyfriends never had a clue…
It is a personal struggle, you have to do it for yourself, and learn to love yourself. Its a cliche, but aren’t cliches always true?
I have way more “chub” than I did when I was at my lowest weight at the height of my ED, but I have never been happier. It is what you DO and WHO you share those experiences with that MAKE your life, make it seem worthwhile, pleasurable, not a daily struggle with your mind and a vicious cycle of behaviours.
Carry on struggling, DO NOT EVER GIVE UP. Use whatever you need to get you out of whatever mess you are in. It can be achieved, Remember, you are ALWAYS stronger than you think, and these experiences always make you a better person.
Tina Fey is my hero.
My daughter recently checked out a book from the preschool library called “My Working Mom.” It had a cartoon witch on the cover. “Did you pick this book out all by yourself?” I asked her, trying to be nonchalant. Yes. We read the book, and the witch mother was…
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I’m Nobody! Who are you?
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!-Emily Dickinson
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startling.
the only 9 letter word in the english language where you can remove one letter at a time and still create a word
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STILL LAUGHING
