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School is out for many Ferguson students, but teachers are still holding classes at local public libraries. On Tuesday, teachers stood outside of Ferguson Public Library holding signs that said “here to teach” and “students welcome.” Inside the library, teachers helped students with reading, science, art and math. “We’re trying to provide a positive and productive place for students,” said Ferguson-Florissant art teacher Carrie Pace to local outlet the Riverfront Times. “A place for them to come and do something educational and meet up with other students.” One 16-year-old student, Derrick Washington, came to the library to help tutor students younger than him, like his brother. He spoke with Huffington Post reporter Ryan J. Reilly about the experience. “While they’re not in school, I can help them get ready for school,” said Washington, who is a high school student in the Ferguson-Florissant district. “Keep them in line … keep them from getting in trouble.”

My favorite interaction today from the most adorable 7th grader ever. He was so proud of himself.

Ms. W, I learned how to make grilled cheese last night.

That’s great! Was it good?

Well, the first one wasn’t but the second one was awesome!

Our most challenging student of all told our principal I was his favorite teacher today. I’m choosing to be flattered by it.

I basically have a fan club of 8th graders who still stop by my room to say hello, leave me notes and pictures, and fangirl in the hallway when they spot me. Kids are such ego boosters. Two challenged me to the ALS ice bucket thing this week. Another two were supposed to write to their parents about their EXPLORE test scores today and asked to write to me instead. I have to sign their letters and return them to their writing teacher.

The connections you make with kids is my favorite part of teaching. It fills my bucket, it keeps me sane, and I honestly think it’s key to any success I’m able to have as a teacher. It’s what mattered to me as a student and something I carry forward as a teacher. If they love you, if they know you believe in them with every fiber of your being they can move mountains.

One of my new babies told me today he didn’t believe in himself so I informed him I’d believe in him enough this year for the both of us. I try to remind myself that these tiny interactions matter.

This is my neighborhood. You are my family. You are my friends and I am you. When this is over, I am going to go in my son’s room. My black son. Who wears his pants sagging. Wears his hat cocked to the side. Got tattoos on his arms. But that’s my baby.

I received some very positive news that I can’t share and then was asked by my principal to be a lab host for this school year. This is also my Kentucky teacher internship year so I’ll be busy, busy. But there is definitely some extremely exciting stuff going on in my professional world.

This calls for a treat yo’ self weekend.*

*Because if not I’ll talk myself out of feeling happy about all of the good things happening. Dammit, brain.




Missouri Highway Patrol Captain Ron Johnson is marching with protestors in Fergoson, MO.

After being given control of Ferguson from the Missouri Governor, Johnson has ordered all police to remove their masks and cease their violent tactics. He is protecting the citizens’ right to peaceful protest, and is actively engaging in dialogue with protesting residents.


Just doing my job I’m the highway patrol. 

This made me cry happy tears. 

(via aimee-b-loved)

My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)

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I felt two things immediately when I got the news last night: first that the light had dimmed and, on its heels, a sense that this was inevitable; that Robin had lived for a long time with a darkness at the periphery of his vision. What must it have been like to be present when he improvised the genie in “Aladdin” or Lovelace in “Happy Feet?” His Texan, his gay stylist, his Soviet comedian, Mrs. Doubtfire…He was a one-man menagerie. Perhaps, just as we were swept away, so was he. I remember the small, uncontrollable chuckle that often accompanied his flights of fancy; as if he were as amazed as we were by what was happening to him. Who can pretend to understand a gift like Robin Williams’s? Meteoric, volcanic, fast and furious…Perhaps there is a price for such brilliance. I’m so sad he’s gone and so grateful he left us so much.
James Taylor on the death of Robin Williams
Robin Williams was an airman, a doctor, a genie, a nanny, a president, a professor, a bangarang Peter Pan, and everything in between. But he was one of a kind. He arrived in our lives as an alien — but he ended up touching every element of the human spirit. He made us laugh. He made us cry. He gave his immeasurable talent freely and generously to those who needed it most — from our troops stationed abroad to the marginalized on our own streets. The Obama family offers our condolences to Robin’s family, his friends, and everyone who found their voice and their verse thanks to Robin Williams.
President Obama, on the death of Robin Williams



One of my students questioned why we read poetry today in class and I quoted from this film.

Oh Captain, My Captain. We are all so devastated in my house tonight.