Annie Elizabeth Scott

• wandering down this road that we call life •

[Annie Elizabeth Scott @aescott21]

@JDaredevil2 My baby was born at 31 weeks, 2 pounds 7 ounces. She’s 8 months now and thriving 🤍

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Alright WABBLES… buckle up, because Mother Nature’s about to slam the weather rollercoaster throttle to the floor!

Today’s looking rather toasty for mid-October, with brisk, southerly winds doing their best impression of a hair dryer set to “medium.” Highs will cruise into the upper 80s — which is basically summer’s last desperate attempt to stay relevant.

Then comes tonight’s main event: a vigorous cold front that appears to have been hitting the gym. It’ll charge east through the region late tonight into the predawn hours of Sunday, bringing a round of potential strong to severe storms. Think: a typical fall setup — all muscle, not much caffeine. The atmosphere’s got the powerful dynamics, but a lack of high-octane fuel (instability), so we’re mainly looking at damaging winds and maybe a rogue spin-up tornado or two trying to photobomb the radar.

Behind the front? Game over, summer. Highs for Sunday happen in the early morning — and then it’s a freefall. By mid-afternoon, temps will be tumbling through the 40s, thanks to northwest winds howling at 30 to 40+ mph, basically blowing all your porch furniture and inflatable Halloween decor to Tennessee. Scattered showers will linger, because why not make it extra gloomy while you question your life choices in shorts and a hoodie?

So enjoy today’s fake summer while it lasts, because by Sunday afternoon, you’ll be sipping coffee in a blanket fortress wondering how we went from beach vibes to “bring me soup” in less than 12 hours.

As always, stay locked-in to our outlets for any updates. Tonight, should any severe weather threaten the area, we'll be LIVE, per usual.

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Psych Movie Fans @PsychMovieFans]

Happy 19th Anniversary Psych!

[Auburn Basketball @AuburnMBB]

Etched into Auburn History 💍

#WarEagle | @carrier

[B&S @_B___S]

Service dog meets his favorite Disney character

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Little puppy gets angry at his own hiccups

[Nature is Amazing ☘️ @AMAZlNGNATURE]

BBC crew rescues trapped penguins

[Dog Lovers @DogLovers03]

Hello world , i’m 13 minutes old 🥰

[wxornotBG @wxornotBG]

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[Annie Elizabeth Scott @aescott21]

@scottwestacre I’m so sorry! How heartbreaking! I’m thankful she is at peace and no longer in pain.

[Annie Elizabeth Scott @aescott21]

@scottwestacre Thankful she has Nilla 24c and thank you for teaching us so much on this journey. Prayers for you all and 88’ 🤍

[Criminal Minds: Evolution @criminalminds]

See you there. The new season of #CriminalMinds: Evolution is streaming on June 6.

[wxornotBG @wxornotBG]

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[David Wolter @DavidWolter1]

Sorry if I got your hopes up. I just wanted to look creative.

[Annie Elizabeth Scott @aescott21]

@PsychMovieFans

[Annie Elizabeth Scott @aescott21]

@sean_m_maguire That is too funny! My husband and I were at the one in Pittsburg last weekend! I loved it!

[Total Sports Kansas City @TSEKansasCity]

If Travis Kelce scores a touchdown and the Chiefs beat the Dolphins today, we'll give a Travis Kelce autographed jersey to someone who reposts this post and follows us!

[Katmai National Park @KatmaiNPS]

Congrats to 128 Grazer, our 2023 #FatBearWeek champion! 🥳 Though unaware of her title in this imaginary contest, her success is real! For bears, fat = success, & she's set up well for winter.

We had a record-shattering 1,382,783 votes! There's so much love for our bears! ❤️

[Annie Elizabeth Scott @aescott21]

@sean_m_maguire @Feargal_Sharkey Sean - this tweet made me laugh! I hope that’s what you were going for! Also though, I did retweet about you looking for your iPad back when it was lost and hate it’s still missing! Hope it turns it someday!