Not sure what this all about

also cool

 

lol gotta love those memes

lol im dead :)

 

Try not to cry..

Lemme just say i don't cry easily but i cried at this. read on...


The Power of Purpose
Elizabeth Silance Ballard

There was a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her fifth grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, as a little boy named Teddy Stallard.



Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold "X's" and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was. She put it on and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stallard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.

The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stallard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stallard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Warm someone's heart today. Pass this along. And never underestimate the Power of Purpose.

cool

Well this is nice

This is funny

 

The thinker of tender thoughts- Shel Silverstein

This is bullshit at it's finest.

For those of you who do not understand this picture it's as simple or as complicated as you make it.
The flowers sprouting from his head symbolize his unique qualities and how much he stands out from his peers. You could interpret him to be creative, a genius or perhaps a mere psycho, whatever just know he's not like everyone else. He is a creative individual and his associates are very basic therefore they cannot comprehend nor accept his differences. In desperate attempt to fit in with his moronic peers he sheds all his  dreams, ideas, interests, qualities etc. that make him because the general public cannot accept it. This is represented by him cutting his flowers from his head. He then becomes like everyone else and so the world has lost yet another great mind due to peer pressure and stupidity.

What time is it?! ( Summertime!)

Hey everybody! Summer break is here at last turn up! I am looking forward to summer. I always wanted to be one of those girls that had lotsa summa plans and stuff but, alas, I don't. I don't have much to say. Sorry this post is so late. Lots of stuff going on, my sister just graduated yesterday from highschool so yeah. 

See ya! 

 

I have a question...

Why do really attractive guys with really pretty girlfriends stare at me? God I probably sound like such a whiny, paranoid bitch. But I'm really not making this up guys, I'm not just being ridiculous. There's this one guy in my 4th period who is sexy. He's really chocolately and athletic, he plays football and delicious and he's the FIRST black guy I've ever ( celebrity or not) wanted to have sex with.
 So yeah he's a big deal.
And he has this beautiful lightskinned, long haired, athletic, can sing, always dresses cute girlfriend who all the guys wanna marry yet he keeps staring at me! The fuck?
And no it's not one of those cases where he talks to the ugly girl because since she's so ugly she'll do nasty stuff. I'm the farthest thing from a slit. I'm shapeless, ugly, quiet and weird. I NEVER talk. And he doesn't prey on me or stalk like a creep, he just kinda watches me and acts like he doesn't want other guys looking at me and stuff despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.
I dunno y'all tell me what y'all think
Bye

Excuse me for this interruption...

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That is all, thank you 

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Pretty profound. Will

so true for me. I'm always worrying bout some dumb shit.

Don't i know it.

#EdwardCullen/BellaSwan/Newmoon/eclipse

If that ain't the truth everything else is also a lie.

i have to do this everyday. I wonder if im just being a silly, immature, unrealistic little girl sometimes...

Strange that she says profound stuff like that and people give her shit just cause she wore a meat dress.smh
do you, Gaga. Do you.

Hmm. not sure how to  interpret this

She is the baddest bitch on the PLANET, Ill have to devote a post to her later...

i'm not a bitch who thinks im a threat to other girls (as if) but i see this shit ALL the time in highschool...

holy sit someone just summed up my whole lifein 4 lines!

It sure does.

so damn true it's not even funny.

Things that piss me off #1: People at the Movies

Something about a movie theater attracts the worse kinda people. These people are even worse than the crazy people that squirt ketchup on a plate of fries instead of pooling the ketchup In a puddle and dipping. I hate when people at the movies do the following:

1. Get up during the movie- It's like sit your ass down and watch the fucking movie.  I don't care that you wanna randomly call your raggedy ass boyfriend/girlfriend, I don't care that you want popcorn and I damn sure don't care that your ass has to pee. I don't care. How old are you? Everyone past the age of seven should know you do all your pre-movie bullshit BEFORE the movie starts hence the PRE.You paid damn near $10.00 for one movie you better sit the fuck down and watch that shit. Watch it good.

2. Excessive talking/ laughter- 😆We get it: it's fucking hilarious. Most of the time it's not even that damn funny and even if it was it was funny TEN fucking minutes  ago! Stop laughing. Damn.

3. Babies- Leave little baby Joe at home! Don't be taking no pictures taking bout some damn "Joeys first movie! Smile!" No... Just no.😠 Then the baby starts crying and I feel like throwing my popcorn at you and your fucking baby

Unfortunately, I can't, as that is frowned on in modern society 😒 

4. Late people- If it wasn't important enough for you to be on time, you obviously didn't wanna see that damn movie that bad in which case get your late ass outta here. Then they have the nerve to try and get the best seat in the whole theater and I'm like fuck you.

5. Loud crunching- Biiiiiiiiiiiittttccccchhhhh😾 

('Nuff said)

Teachers...

I'm sitting here in first period and my teacher is so obnoxious!
Shes really rich and only cares about herself.
She just now said "z and t help me with my boxes" no please or nothing.
She's always demanding stuff instead of asking nicely like a regular human being.
I'm not the kinda kid who's always complains about her teachers either. This woman is plain spoiled!

The only reason she has a fucking job here is because her husband donates like a shit ton of money to the school. She's so rude and so obnoxiously white.

She's all buddy buddy with the blonde white girls and saying stuff like "oh you look so cute with your tan ohh" and I'm like: fuck you. 

She's at least 50 and dresses and acts like a teen. She's really jittery and immature and she tans too damn much. She can barely even read and she has this awful blonde hair that she's always twirling and bringing up to her face to smell and I kinda hate the bitch. She's so damn rude. Also she's the first teacher to ever yell at me. In front of a sexy ass older guy. I felt so dumb. I fuckimg hate her. Any other teacher I've had knows I'm a good kid and not to yell at me no matter what because I don't say or do any other shit than what I'm supposed to. I fucking hate her and if her old ass died I'd be glad. She tries to look so young and people like it. 


 

school stuff

Testing starts next week thought y'all might wanna know... I'm scared I might fail math 😕


 

So this is cool...

“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I've got a few missing. It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who's an 8 color type...I'm like, hey girl, Magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no I want Magenta!”

― John Mayer

More news on Mr. Sexy

This actually happened on Friday before break but i forgot to post it then.

Sorry.

So this is what happened: I was leaving 1st period a little late and the hallway was completely empty and straight ahead I see some of my male friends and coming down the hallway to the left is Mr. Sexy I stop to chat with them and I glance down the left hallway and he's really close so I walk on after like 2 seconds he says: " what are you guys doing wondering around?" They're like "going to the vending machines " 

And he's like those don't open till 1:30! And so he keeps fussing at them and I turn around and he's looking straight at me. I turn around and I'm like oh god what the hell?

He never yells at anybody.

Ever. 

Nobody at my school really does- especially him. 

Also there was the assistant principal behind the boys and if he didn't have a problem with it why should he? 

Me and my friends always waste time during class wondering the hallways and all he did was stare but not say shit.

All he had to do was be chill like " hey guys you need to go to class" they're not belligerent troublemakers and he knows that cause he always used to talk and pick on them and have fun.

Some people are saying he was pissed cause they were talking to me.  

I dunno I just wanna know what y'all think.

Return of Mr. sexy

So
 Not much just a little review of something that happened 10 minutes ago.
I walked in his direction and out of the corner of my eye, i saw he was looking at me but when i got closer he was just stretching his hairy arm out (that had a really nice watch on it) and i dunno i guess he was telling them something but it kinda looked like flexing to me.
I dunno what do ya'll think?
Maybe nothing?
Comment :)

Since coming to highschool i know these to be true..

Good movie

So we finished watching Glory road today in African American studies. It was a great movie but I could barely focus on the beautiful message because I was too busy eyeing the coach.

Like What?! 

He was all sweaty and yelling cause he was pissed off and it was so damn hot. He was pacing back and forth in an almost predatorial way. 

I almost died.

I was this close to taking off my underwear in class but I didn't cause what good would that do? Anyways he was so sexy and I was trying to keep it in cause I was in school but inside I was like this

 Lol 

 Tell me this man isn't sexy though 

I wud so do that ^^

 Anyways so I did what I always do and I imdb-ed him and found out that he was born in 1971 and I was like whooee. 

I did the math( well my calculator did, I didn't really do shit) and found out he's only 28 years older than me and he's 43 now and I almost soiled my underwear over him.

 Geez I need therapeutical attention.

I am so wrong. 

I'm like oh he's only 30 years older than me. 

Im filthly.

Disgusting.

Unclean.

Lol bye y'all that's all I wanted to say

Ciao :{ 

( mustache man^^). 

Lol

News on Mr. Sexy

Just a quick little update
Ok so get this: 2 days ago my sister said her friend ( a reliable source i assure you) said that last year he was gonna quit because he was being sexually harassed... by students.
Isn't that ironic? I mean considering his behavior this year...
Antyways....
Bye!



                                         

Amazon!

So I don't know about you guys but I am just an Amazon psycho! I love online shopping! 
Here's a sneak peek of my next year wardrobe courtesy of Amazon!

Leather skinnies- yay or nay?

Dog tags!

Jacket

And that's your sneak peek! 

Mwa ha ha haaaa! 

Aren't I the worst? 

            ;)