Jamie Ruffin

[Grant R. Castleberry @grcastleberry]

Simply outstanding. JESUS IS LORD.

Once you understand that, everything else is put in perspective.

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

I really want Oklahoma to win this game

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

This officiating crew for the Auburn/Georgia game is awful!! Total embarrassment for the SEC!

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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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

[Samuel Sey @SlowToWrite]

Christian conservatives, please, please do not lose sight of this.

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

Our defense is terrible😡

[Riley Gaines @Riley_Gaines_]

GUNS AREN'T THE THREAT. This happened in Minneapolis, a city with some of the strictest gun laws in the U.S.

I'm sick of people pretending the answer is “fewer guns.” The real issue is a culture that affirms mental derangement at every turn.

[Matt Couch @RealMattCouch]

Some of you came from the "If you stop crying, I'll buy you something" generation..

We came from the "If you don't stop crying, I'll give you something to cry about" generation...

WE ARE NOT THE SAME...

[Franklin Graham @Franklin_Graham]

Astronaut Butch Wilmore says that watching church services every week while he was stuck in space for 9 months is what sustained him. He said, “The Word of God continually infilling me—I need it.” He’s absolutely right, and we all need it! Watch...

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

These announcers 😡😡😡

[Baseball’s Greatest Moments @BBGreatMoments]

If you need a laugh, watch this 😂

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

Redeemed people should live a redeemed life

[Ouachita Football @OuachitaFB]

From just up Highway 7!

Welcome to the Ouachita Family, Ben!

#FinishEmpty | #NSD25 | #BringYourRoar🐅

[Bismarck Basketball @BHSLionsHoops]

🆚 Harmony Grove Hornets
🏟️ Harmony Grove High School
📍 Camden, AR
⛹🏼‍♂️ SB
⏰ 7:30 PM
#ATTITUDE

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

WPS!!! What a basketball game!!!

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

This is hilarious!!

[Chief Nerd @TheChiefNerd]

The highlight of today's hearing. Wait for it... 🤣

[Shane Pruitt @shane_pruitt78]

Lukewarm Christianity has become so normal that Biblical Christianity seems radical.

[Jamie Ruffin @jamie_ruffin]

Beautiful, snowy afternoon in Caney!!

[Bismarck Basketball @BHSLionsHoops]

Toughness ⛓️: Senior Ben Keithley
Energy 🐰🔋: Senior Jaden Ruffin
#ATTITUDE