My grandma accidentally became a Yelp celebrity in her retirement community. She thought she was leaving private notes for herself about which restaurants she'd been to. She was leaving detailed PUBLIC reviews but rating everything by her bowel movements afterward. "Gave me the runs - 2 stars." "No problems - 5 stars." "Constipated for days - 1 star." She had 847 followers before we noticed. The local newspaper did a story on "the area's most honest food critic." She now gets recognized at grocery stores. She still doesn't fully understand what Yelp is. She thinks she works for them now.
@jsparkblog I’m not sure I agree with this take. We try to teach them to have self-control so they won’t turn into the the types of police, politicians, etc we see today.
@terri4436166795 I don’t know if this will work for you, but I have figured out something genius at my house. I have 3 adult children living here. I send a group text every day with 3 chores. They fight over picking first. I haven’t needed to figure out a punishment if it doesn’t get done.
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
If a teacher from California showed up in Washington DC with a firearm that is illegal in both California and DC, then who provided it to him?
Additionally, if he was hypothetically teaching class yesterday in California, how did he get to DC with a firearm.
These questions need to be answered.