A student blows up at a teacher, drops the F-bomb. The usual approach at Lincoln – and, safe to say, at most high schools in this country – is automatic suspension. Instead, Sporleder sits the kid down and says quietly: “Wow. Are you OK? This doesn’t sound like you. What’s going on?”
He gets even more specific: “You really looked stressed. On a scale of 1-10, where are you with your anger?” The kid was ready. Ready, man! For an anger blast to his face….”How could you do that?” “What’s wrong with you?”…and for the big boot out of school. But he was NOT ready for kindness.
The armor-plated defenses melt like ice under a blowtorch and the words pour out: “My dad’s an alcoholic. He’s promised me things my whole life and never keeps those promises.” The waterfall of words that go deep into his home life, which is no piece of breeze, end with this sentence: “I shouldn’t have blown up at the teacher.” Whoa."
what a radical idea yo
Bam. Kids “misbehave” for actual, real, valid reasons. And have feelings.
For fuck’s sake, it takes the people in charge so long to figure shit like this out! Good for Lincoln High!
This needs to be the policy EVERYWHERE…
badgerpower asked: I'll try this: Zoe Heriot, Jo Grant and Leela.
AW THAT’S HARD! Well, I’d fuck Leela. As long as she’s gentle with the Bondage Rituals of the Sevateem. I’m sure that’s a thing. I’d get drunk with Zoe because she’s an adorable little Sparklebum. And I’d marry Jo because she’s so sweet.
marathemara asked: Okay, here's one you might have an answer for: Barbara Wright, Polly Wright, Liz Shaw.
Well! I’d marry Liz Shaw, so she could be my science wife and we could do science. And then sleep with Barbara. Because I have a massive thing for teachers. Get drunk with Polly, because she seems like a cute little giggly drunk that would be drunk after a few drinks.
marathemara asked: Fuck/marry/get drunk with: Jamie McCrimmon, Harry Sullivan, Vislor Turlough
Well! I’m still a lesbian, so….
I mean, I am really a lesbian. So. Very. Lesbian. I can barely even watch River Song’s episodes because she is so distractingly sensuous. The only reason I refer to the Sixth Doctor as “Sexy Sixie” is because there is a Beatles song called “Sexy Sadie.”
But, imagine those companions drinking together. Drunken Jamie finds another kitten and puts it in his sporran to take to the TARDIS. Reserved and proper Harry is a funny drunk who can’t hold is liquor one bit. Vislor breaks down and cries about the time he tried to kill the Doctor.
hazycosmicchild asked: Since you asked me one I'll return the favour. Four, Eleven and Harry. :)
Ooh! Um, well, I like women, so…. But! We would see the Eleventh Doctor and be paradoxically warned that Four is about to make a big mistake, and watch him disappear in a 1970s SFX flash of lightning. I’d drink with Four, who would get heroically drunk, smash around his TARDIS, drunkenly admit his love for Sarah and Harry, and we would blessedly get locked out of his lab so we can’t do drunk science. Four ends up too tangled in his scarf to move and lays in a Time Lord heap on the floor. From that time forth the TARDIS refuses to fly to the Planet of Nightclubs and Harry forbids the Doctor from drinking Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters.