shelby robinson:)

she/her

[shane @stinkylittlehog]

It's super hot outside you should argue with your boyfriend

[rose @wynrosei]

The face I make when a woman with a college degree, her own bank account, and the right to vote says she’s not a feminist.

[Mike Recine @mikerecine]

“MY FAMILY CAME HERE LEGALLY!” No your family came here on a disease boat to dig tunnels and be cannon fodder. But congrats on making it two rungs up the ladder. Now you get to spit on the people below you! God Bless America!

[Sabrina Carpenter @SabrinaAnnLynn]

@WhiteHouse this video is evil and disgusting. Do not ever involve me or my music to benefit your inhumane agenda.

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

@deadmeatjames Sinners 100%

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

@deadmeatjames 28 years!!

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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

streaming services should have comment sections that you can also filter to friends only and the comments pop up at specific timestamps like on soundcloud

[ems 🫧 @atotalposer]

THE NEW YORK TIMES PAYWALLED THE MINI CROSSWORD

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

@therejects Hoping to see you this weekend boys😉

https://t.co/VcPzYlxAlY

[Kelly @kellycucca]

“your husband is a simp” OK cool yeah I know that’s why I meticulously hand-selected him

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

@BQQuinn sad to see you go 😔

[John 2 @John2Zone]

just glanced at this tweet and thought it was a Fortnite update

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

update just so I have record of it all in one place;

2025 Conway Towne Center is back down to 20mins

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

I have always been unnecessarily passionate about this😭😭

Conway Towne Center Cinemark
2022: 17 minutes
2023: 23 minutes
2024: 27 minutes
2025: tbd

[Cade Onder @Cade_Onder]

real movie heads know how long the trailers run for at their local theater

this is a law for the weak

[Mary J. Thighs✨ @Sam_E_Couture]

Companies committed to DEI….
-Costco
-Meijer
-Kroger
-Giant Grocery
-Ben & Jerry’s
-Ulta
-Macy’s
-Old Navy
-Nordstrom’s
-TJ Maxx
-GoTo Foods (includes Moe’s Southwest Grill, Mcalister’s, Auntie Anne’s, Jamba, Cinnabon, and more…)
-Dollar Tree
-Walgreens
-Wegmans

[Roy Bellamy @roybelly]

we live in a country where fake Christians are in power but real Christians go to jail.

[femme fatale @eliesaaabs]

me at my big girl job

[shelby robinson:) @raeshelbs]

#Debate2024 We’re so back

twitter hits different when these idiots get together 🫶