Jo-Stockton
Jo.Stockton
Jo-Stockton

Oh my god, you're a TEACHER and you are espousing this total bullshit? No wonder everyone I know who majored in education said their training was more detrimental than helpful, or complained that it was clearly designed to take into account large, impersonal classes and low expectations.

That best friend/Ms Crabapple thing is hard your first year. Your kids want to see you as a human, but you have to have boundaries, too. It is a tightrope. Something that worked for me, which you may take or leave as you like, is to select your three or five rules that you stick to mo matter what. Never compromise on

I taught for seven years before burnout, and my first year I taught 9th and 11th grade. It WILL get easier. A big thing to remember that this is a job. Every job has difficulties. This is your job. You are not a superhero, or the POTUS, or a nuclear engineer;don't worry about saving the world right now. I felt like a

Consistency is your friend. Start strict, be consistent, then you can back off once they know you mean what you say. Maybe this doesn't work as well for high school though.

Calling Kubrick a "great" filmmaker is pushing it. He was a patently up-his-own ass filmmaker who got lucky with one great film (Dr. Strangelove) and made a whole bunch of horseshit otherwise. 2001 is the most self-indulgent piece of shit movie I've ever seen.

2 B, or not 2 B? That is the question.

Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous composition, or to take up keyboards, and by posting snark, end them.

I bet you're really fun at parties.

Oh Cumberbutt. I really like Sherlock, but you just said, like, five fucked up things in one paragraph. Between this and your boy-crush on Assange, you're getting less attractive every day.

I know, it's like there's an entire cycle of abuse going on here or something, where people with power victimize people who don't. It's enough to make someone think there's a connection between cause and effect or something. Better stop listening to him, quick, before he provides us with a clear view of how that

I spent my mid-twenties either putting my husband through graduate school or moving to an unheated shack in the middle of nowhere and living on the single income of a public school teacher. Did I do it wrong?

Any other Canadians groaning at all the Americans saying ZOMG CANADDDDDIANSSSSSSS? No? Just me?

Sometimes this place feels like the nation equivalent of "girls can't do math."

The train left the station at 6:00 and traveled at 87 MPH. Did I get it right?

The defining crisis of our generation will be figuring out how to make people feel supported and encouraged to reach their full potential without leaving them with the impression that they're actually the most fascinating specimen on the planet.

I told a story on here once before about how a pharmacist tried to shame me for asking for Plan B and I proceeded to yell at him for being such a Shamey Shamerson. I did have a much more positive experience a few years later when I had to buy Plan B; the pharmacist simply said "No problem, here ya go" and was just as

Weird like a fox! But it'd probably piss off parents. I think the better plan is to buy some and tell your daughter that you keep a supply and if she or her friends ever need it they can take from that supply no questions asked. Check it periodically, and if it seems like too many are going missing you can talk to

I also thought "nah, she's BS" then researched myself. After reading many articles, fact-checking, turns out that I was right. She's BS.

I can't decide what I hate more. Her or her shoes. Answer me this...how do her shoes feel about the recent paper in the Journal of Law, Medicine and Ethics that advocates holding people legally accountable for the harm they cause by not vaccinating their children?

I had my iPhone vaccinated and it doesn't do that now.

‘Where’s a drink? It’s so crowded. I think I need a drink,’

That's not negative personality traits, that's revenge for being forced to get up and face the day way too early.