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.
what a radical idea yo
Bam. Kids “misbehave” for actual, real, valid reasons. And have feelings.
For fuck’s sake, it takes the people in charge so long to figure shit like this out! Good for Lincoln High!
This needs to be the policy EVERYWHERE…
No, but actually, this shit works.
When I was in high school, I had a few actual, genuine professors who wanted to know what was up. They showed me that, unlike everyone else in my life, I could trust them, and they cared about me.
One time, in the middle of class, I stood up and walked out. I was upset, frustrated, and angry. Just, incredibly angry. I got into a fight with my dad on the way to school, and the class was my 1st block, and I was boiling. I walked out, because I knew that if I didn’t, I would hurt myself. I stepped outside, fully waiting for a dean’s asst. to come get me and take me to the dean’s office, but my professor, instead, came out and sat down with me, asked me what was going on.
Instead of writing me up for cutting, or giving me detention, he talked to me for about ten minutes, and then asked me to come back after school.
Later in my career, I would be approached by dean’s assistants, custodians, and other professors. I was treated like a human being. Even in college, I am continually treated like a human being, and every time it fucking astounds me.
I’m still not used to it, and still don’t believe that it happens.(via thekitegetsaway)
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”
I’ll never understand why women fake it. I mean, how do they expect the guy to get any better if he thinks what he’s already doing is satisfactory?
Hi my name is Eva and I’m the biggest fucking asswipe in the world. Please treat me like shit because guess what? That’s all I am. Nothing but an object for your goddamned sexual pleasure. But please, lie to me and tell me you love me before you fuck me like the object I am.