the girls called sol a bitch, a hoe, a new toy, said she was all boobs, didn’t talk to her, laughed at her when she got pied, didn’t help her pack. yet im supposed to believe she’s lying and trying to paint the “core 4” as mean girls alright 👌🏼 #loveislandusa
@all_me_4 Melanie has a nasty attitude, rarely takes accountability longer than it takes for her to find her next vessel of energy to siphon from, is an entitled, pathological liar and deeply insecure. She blew up everything over a chat. Period. She was always going to flip.
Pour into your players the way Dawn Staley does.
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Exceptional coaches who coach hard & demand a lot, but get the very best out of their players to build elite status for themselves, their student-athletes & their program 👏
A red eye flight back from Phx was a mistake. But the type of endurance we observed from the baby two rows in front is what I’ll be looking for in the portal. Elite level endurance, early loud and often communication, and relentless effort. 😅
Anonymous
My daughter is in fifth grade. Came home yesterday with a story. New girl in class. Immigrant family. Speaks limited English. Sits alone at lunch. Nobody talks to her. Not mean. Just easier to stick with friends you already have. My daughter sat with her.
Didn’t speak the same language. Used Google Translate on her school iPad. Typed messages back and forth. Laughing at the translations. Learning words from each other. Sharing lunch. Making it work.
Other kids noticed.
Started sitting with them. Whole table now. Mix of kids learning words in different languages. Teaching each other. That specific chaos of children making friendship out of nothing but willingness.
Teacher called me. “Your daughter started something beautiful. That new girl was shutting down. Now she’s opening up. Learning faster. Smiling. All because someone sat with her first.”
Asked my daughter why she did it. She looked confused. “She was alone. Nobody should eat lunch alone.”
Said it like it was obvious. Like basic human math. Person alone plus empty seat equals sit down.
Ten years old teaching the rest of us what we forgot somewhere along the way. That language isn’t the only way to communicate. That loneliness is louder than any words. That sometimes the most important thing you can do is just show up and sit down.
Sometimes fifth graders understand kindness better than the rest of us combined.