This one will bring tears to your eyes! i see music as the saving grace for our nations of the world.
just … imagine…music…teaching…cooperation

Bobby McFerrin walks into a UN meeting and leads them in this demonstration of togetherness and cooperation. no need for interpreters, armed guards, lobbyists, nuclear weapons…..

just hearts and sound. music from within.

why is this so hard to imagine?

now listen to it again from the beginning with your eyes closed and see this happen. if we all do this…

it will

Goddess

The school from hell

there is such a thing as a poor education. i have seen it in a few instances in my life.
a parent sometimes thinks that they are doing the right thing by their children by putting them in schools that push academics.
there is so much more than academics. there is the heart of a child. i see no reason whatsoever for my child to be in a school where they rank academics and numbers over your child.

I’m sorry but to have your child in a school where a majority of the teachers don’t even have children of their own is a problem.
My son goes to a school where academics are paramount but the teachers have it stuck in their minds that the children can recognize, and modify behavior on their own.
my son was in the office when i got there today.
he pulled a yellow for staring off into space
he pulled a blue for talking in line
he pulled an orange for talking in the library
he pulled a red for talking in line again
and he pulled a black for playing with his pants during reading time.
the black got him sent to detention in the office. not to the principal where they could have a discussion about the actions that got them there in the first place.
the teacher does nothing but tell the child they are going to pull a card. granted, the child does know why they are pulling the card after the fact.
the child is not building upon any lessons given to them from the teacher.

my son is listening and does not need to see the teacher to learning.
teachers want children rapt with excited anticipation at the next word that will come out of their minds.
how do you teach a blind student who can’t see you?
how do you teach a Deaf student who can’t hear you?

you don’t send them to the office if they are getting the lesson and not causing a distraction.

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i am so glad i knew when to run. for my child’s sake and for mine.

bleh

goddess

"I’m the secretary of State MoFo’s!!!!!!!"

I am not sure I would be happy if I had to compete with my ex husband of a president if I was the Secretary of State.

I am very proud of Hilary for making a statement defining her position in the American government. The question that was asked of her could in no way have been misinterpreted.

Peep this!
“The student’s question, according to the State Department translation, went like this: “Thank you. Mrs. Clinton, weve all heard about the Chinese contracts in this country. The interference is from the World Bank against this contract. What does Mr. Clinton think through the mouth of Mrs. Clinton and what does Mr. Mutombo think on this situation? Thank you very much.”

Son’s of bitches!!!!!

I would have been a bit peeved too, if someone – even in the Congo- thought they had to ask me my husband’s opinion on world policies.

I say you go girl to Hilary. She handled it in the best way possible. She may have tarnished her reputation a bit, but in a country where women and cattle rank about the same, who gives a flying fig newton.

*pumps fists*

You go Hil!

Goddess


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Where is my beer President Obama?

Dearest President,

How is it that the two men who behaved badly and one man who perhaps said something that the public didn’t like have the opportunity to have a beer together at the White House?
Don’t get me wrong, Mr. President, but I think there are a lot more people who would love to have you as an audience with regard to things we WILL change. With your help, so many things can change sooner and not later.

Take for instance, I want to have a Boys and Girls Club opened in my neighborhood. Do I have to?
Break into my own house?
Be arrested by a white cop?
Cause a national scandal by having you say the cop was acting stupidly?
Only then would it be possible to have the opportunity to slurp suds with you at the white house to get things done?

Make mine a Guinness draught.

Goddess


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Teaching moment.

I would be pissed as hell if a person decided that I should be arrested after cussed him out for giving me shit in my own house after I had just gotten back from a trip and had to break in because the damn door was jammed.
If I commit to cussing out officer Crowley because I feel that he singling me out, I should stop and think before I have to step aside for shame to get in line behind my mouth.

I had to put away my Sistah Souljah to think about this subject and speak like a human being and not an angry black woman.

I have to speak to both the left and the right on this story.

Black and Hispanic folks: Not everyone is out to get you.
Sometimes we still need to count to 10 before we open our mouths.
Uno…dos…tres…cuatro
You feel me? Comprende?
Yes Mr. Crowley may have gone a bit too far in the questioning of Mr. Gates after the id was shown, but he was doing his job. He had to maintain public safety. A moment of reflections might have been a good idea for Mr. Gates.

He could have kept his cool and not stepped out on the porch to make a flaming ass of himself while the cop was heading out. You don’t yell at a man’s back in anger. That has got to be a golden rule somewhere on this planet

Where I come from, it is called talking shit.
Don’t start no stuff won’t be no stuff.

Everyone Else:
Protocol is prescribed for a reason and apparently the protocol of the police, when applied to the Black or Brown man is not a balanced one.
A moment of reflection might have been a good one for the police officer as well. He might have had enough time to realize, ‘if I turn around and talk back, will I be doing anyone good? Or is this just me flexing my ego?’
Flex your ego at the pub or at the basketball court when you are playing on the weekend, but don’t do it without thinking.

The more we try to defend what we think is right the more we recognize we are wrong but cannot admit that.

From now on America…

Count to flipping ten before you show your ass.

Goddess


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The School saga continues

Corporate America does not give a flying wet noodle about their employees trying to better themselves.
I am trying to get into the classes that I need and i have a bit of a dilemna.

3 days a week for the semester, i need to leave 30 minutes early in order to make it to my 430 start classes. I have spoken to a few people and they say that they will not be able to work with me on that because i work in an office full of people who would want the same thing if they gave it to me.
what i would want to see if them present their supervisors with the same quest i have . it is my senior year, i have 7 more classes to take and i am ready, signed up and even have a scholarship for help.
in just one day, i went from asking for very little to asking for an unpaid leave of absence to wanting to turn in my resignation. i want to finish school THAT BAD!!!!!

i supposed i needed to speak for myself. my manager asked a question of a peer and she did not translate it properly and now it looks like i might be able to work it out. now is not the time to be unemployed i agree, but this dream i am chasing will not slip from my hands.

i am still working on my plan as if they are not going to give me time and i am going to speak to the department chair to try and work it out to get into an evening program to finish my coursework.

it is time. my time. milo’s time.

Goddess


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