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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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.
@InstacartHelp what’s going on with the service fee? As a member I’m already paying monthly but now it’s gone from $2 to $4 and now $5 per order?! All changed within days not even gradually
Easy deeds you can do on laylatul qadr
• Surah Ikhlas x 3 = 1 Khatma
• Istighfar x 100
• SubhanAllah x 100 = 1000 hasanah and/or 1000 bad deeds removed
• SubhanAllah Wa Bihamdi x 100 = all sins wiped away
• Salawat upon Nabi ﷺ
• Ayatul Kursi = greatest verse
Last week, we learned that many meat scales in grocery stores were not properly programmed, potentially costing Canadians millions of dollars.
Interestingly, the story has completely disappeared from the spotlight...
@flairairlines what’s the point of having a website to sell tickets when it can’t even take you to the payment page after consistently filling out the passport info and form multiple times only to bring you right back to the home page
"As shocked and stunned as I was, there was no way I was going to let him say that to me, unchallenged."
My response to the racism & incitement on Monday, to a CNN pro-Trump panelist telling me: “I hope your beeper doesn’t go off," because I said I supported Palestinian rights.
What’s happening in Palestine is not a conflict between Muslims and Jews.
Many Palestinians are Christian and many Jews stand with us.
It’s a conflict between the powerful occupying nuclear superpower government and the colonized oppressed native people.
A True Story About Israel And Palestine
A husband and a wife were standing on top of a man one day drinking tea.
“Do we still have milk?” asked the wife.
“Yeah, like half a carton,” said the husband.
“HELP!” screamed the man.
“Oh well that’s good,” said the wife. “I was thinking I might have another cup of tea after this one.”
“Hmm, well maybe I’ll join you,” said the husband.
“Good tea,” said the wife.
“YOU’RE CRUSHING ME!” yelled the man.
“Think it’ll rain today?” the husband asked.
“Oh maybe,” answered the wife. “Looks a little gray out, doesn’t it?”
“I CAN’T BREATHE!” the man shouted. “I’M DYING!”
“I’ll hold off on watering the garden then,” said the husband.
“That’s probably a good — ahhh!” screamed the wife.
Her ankle was bleeding. The man they were standing on had slashed her with a piece of glass he’d found on the ground.
“What? What happened?”
“HE CUT ME!”
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!”
They both began angrily stomping on the man and jumping up and down on him.
“Monster! Filth!”
“I’ll teach you to attack us!”
Other people standing around them took notice of the commotion.
“What happened?” someone asked. “What’s this all about?”
“We were just standing there minding our own business and this monster attacked us, completely unprovoked!” the husband said, kicking the man in the groin.
“We were just peacefully drinking our tea and going about our lives,” sobbed the wife while stomping on the man’s throat. “No one could have seen this coming!”
“Oh no!” cried the others. “We stand with you!”
“Get him! Kick him harder!” someone yelled.
A large muscled man ran over to them.
“Here are a bunch of weapons,” he said. “You make that bastard pay!”
The husband and the wife began stabbing and slashing the man with the weapons. They stabbed him and stabbed him and slashed him and slashed him, furiously taking revenge on his flesh.
“What did we ever do to you??” they screamed at him.
They kept hacking and slashing, gouging and severing. Blood spurting everywhere. Screams filling the air.
After a while, the faces of the onlookers started to change.
“Uhh, how long are you going to keep laying into him like that?” someone asked.
“UNTIL HE’S GONE!” they screamed.
They kept chopping away.
“Uhhh, I think maybe he’s learned his lesson?” someone said tentatively.
“Yeah, perhaps it’s getting time to think about laying down the weapons,” added someone else.
“What else do you expect us to do?” said the husband. “These savages only understand violence!”
They continued their onslaught while the onlookers grew more and more uncomfortable.
A woman broke down in tears.
One of the men ran away and vomited.
“Oh god,” someone said. “What have we done?”
I don’t know what happened after that, yet.
The death toll in Gaza has risen to over 3,300.
Over 1,100 of those murdered are children.
This includes the following war crimes: collective punishment (blocking all water, food, power, & humanitarian aid), use of white phosphorus bombs (re: Human Rights Watch), multiple journalists killed, & multiple hospitals bombed.
Meanwhile a President who repeated debunked Israeli propaganda that incited a man to murder a 6 year old Palestinian child at home is still repeating trope filled propaganda and ignoring all calls to stop this madness.
Team Genocide hard at work.
Dear world,
Israel just bombed a Christian hospital in Gaza and murdered over 500 Palestinian civilians. White phosphorus chemical bombs confirmed by human rights watch was not enough to open your eyes. Over 1000 dead children wasn’t enough. Will you open your eyes and act now?
To all Protesters for Palestine:
We need to show up in unprecedented numbers this weekend.
But be smart, organized, and don’t say or do anything that would undermine the plight we’re raising awareness for. It takes one small dumb move to become a major unnecessary distraction.
Shady work @InstacartHelp . No clear information on refunds and then no help or goodwill gestures either. You will continue losing customers if this is how you do business. There’s a serious issue with a lack of customer service with companies lately.