French Hobbs

Christian. Husband to a beautiful wife, dad to 3 fantastic girls and a boy that steals all the attention.

[French Hobbs @fhobbs013]

@Bojangles let me know when you get rid of AI in the drive though and ill come back until then Ill drive an hour to get food rather than eat here.

[Swayze Field @Swayze_CrazyBSB]

REUTER BOMB!!!! 6-2 Rebs

[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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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.

[Billy Embody @BillyEmbody]

National anthem, B-2 Spirit flyover ahead of Ole Miss-LSU. Just unreal.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"I was pulled over Wednesday morning by a TN State Trooper. When he came up to the car he asked 'Why are the two boys in the back seat not in car seats?' My answer was the two little boys were my foster sons who I had just got the night before. I showed him paper work and explained to him that when I got them they had the clothes they were wearing and that is about it. No carseat, no toys, no coats, and so on. He was very nice to the kids and to me. He asked me for my phone number. I gave it to him. His wife called me and asked about the boys. This morning Officer Tidwell met me in Waverly, him and his wife had purchased gifts for the boys. Not just the two boys in the back seat but, their older brother too.

I cannot thank him enough for the kindness he has shown these three boys. I never asked him for anything. He and his wife acted out of the kindness of their hearts. He showed these boys that there are very nice cops out there and I hope he has left a lasting impression on them that cops are good. The boys have been telling everyone that 'cops are nice.' He has made their day. You hear way too much negative stuff now days so, here is some good news for you all."~Credit: HT Tennessee Highway Patrol

[French Hobbs @fhobbs013]

@BiloxiShuckers @BiloxiShuckers I was able to sit next to this young man at the airport in Atlanta and eat dinner. Great dude and hope he has a long and great career.

[French Hobbs @fhobbs013]

@brandonbarca @PaulMancano @mike_petriello @sigmejdal @TheEricWJones lol I was about to tag the man the myth the legend.

[Belmont Baseball @BelmontBaseball]

No differences spotted.

#ItsBruinTime

[Belmont Baseball @BelmontBaseball]

Talk about a resume 📊

#ItsBruinTime

[Belmont Baseball @BelmontBaseball]

It’s official 👏

Head Coach Dave Jarvis is a member of the @ABCA1945 HOF!

#ItsBruinTime

[Belmont Baseball @BelmontBaseball]

The legend
The 🐐
And now Hall of Famer 🙌

Congratulations to Head Coach Dave Jarvis on his induction into the @ABCA1945 Hall of Fame last night!

#ItsBruinTime

[French Hobbs @fhobbs013]

@NoradSanta Getting to call #NORAD with 10 year old who is on the fence and getting at least 1 more year of magic.

[French Hobbs @fhobbs013]

@NealMcCready We just called the number for @NoradSanta Made our little guys day. Thank you for making me aware of it.

[SpaceX @SpaceX]

Proceeds from the book will go to @StJude → https://t.co/pOPX8IVsRR

[French Hobbs @fhobbs013]

@PolarisProgram @annawmenon @StJude @penguinrandom @rookisaacman @KiddPoteet @Gillis_SarahE Thank you so much for doing this. John has been telling everyone he talked to people in space all day.

[Polaris @PolarisProgram]

Join Polaris Dawn's @annawmenon for an on-orbit reading of her book alongside her family and patients from @StJude ✨

Published by Penguin Random House, Kisses from Space was authored by Anna Menon and Keri Vasek and was illustrated by Andy Harkness.

After her book reading, Anna and the entire Polaris Dawn crew held a Q&A with St. Jude patients to discuss the crew’s ongoing mission 👩‍🚀🧑‍🚀👩‍🚀🧑‍🚀

[SpaceX @SpaceX]

SpaceX Senior Operations Engineer @Gillis_SarahE is one of two mission specialists on Polaris Dawn and helped develop SpaceX’s human spaceflight training program

[SpaceX @SpaceX]

The Polaris Dawn crew is now in Zero-G!

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

The @PolarisProgram astronaut mission is headed for an altitude 3 times higher than the Space Station, the furthest that humans have been from Earth in over half a century!