Angie@BlueSky
@angie47.bsky.social
It’s much nicer over here. I’m finding my blue friends and meeting new ones. I love connecting with people who aren’t racists and criminals. I’m always a blue voter, pro democracy, pro choice, LGBTQ+ ally, dog lover, proud wife and mom. No DMs.
I always hear his voice with a German accent when I read posts like this one. I honestly didn’t even realize I was doing it until reading your comment.
October 25, 2025 at 1:48 PM
I always hear his voice with a German accent when I read posts like this one. I honestly didn’t even realize I was doing it until reading your comment.
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October 18, 2025 at 11:13 PM
Apologies if the format didn’t post correctly. I think it’s still worth reading. 💙🩵
October 6, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Apologies if the format didn’t post correctly. I think it’s still worth reading. 💙🩵
That’s the history I want to leave behind. That’s the America I still believe in.
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
That’s the history I want to leave behind. That’s the America I still believe in.
Sometimes it’s written in a cafeteria, when a teenager is spared the humiliation of being branded poor over a sandwich.
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Sometimes it’s written in a cafeteria, when a teenager is spared the humiliation of being branded poor over a sandwich.
For 38 years, I tried to convince kids that history was about battles and bold leaders. But that wasn’t the real lesson. The truth is, history is shaped in quiet corners, in acts of compassion no textbook ever records.
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
For 38 years, I tried to convince kids that history was about battles and bold leaders. But that wasn’t the real lesson. The truth is, history is shaped in quiet corners, in acts of compassion no textbook ever records.
The administration knew. Everyone knew. And still, they turned their heads and let it happen.
Now, I’m preparing for retirement. The “Hidden Meal Fund” is no longer hidden—it’s become The Fund, run completely by students. They organize fundraisers, bake sales, and car washes. They own it now.
Now, I’m preparing for retirement. The “Hidden Meal Fund” is no longer hidden—it’s become The Fund, run completely by students. They organize fundraisers, bake sales, and car washes. They own it now.
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
The administration knew. Everyone knew. And still, they turned their heads and let it happen.
Now, I’m preparing for retirement. The “Hidden Meal Fund” is no longer hidden—it’s become The Fund, run completely by students. They organize fundraisers, bake sales, and car washes. They own it now.
Now, I’m preparing for retirement. The “Hidden Meal Fund” is no longer hidden—it’s become The Fund, run completely by students. They organize fundraisers, bake sales, and car washes. They own it now.
The following Monday, my AP students set up a bake sale in the main hallway. Their sign said: “Bake Sale Against Hunger. No Student Left Behind at Lunch.” By the end of the day, they dropped a shoebox on my desk stuffed with crumpled bills and coins. Four hundred and twelve dollars.
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
The following Monday, my AP students set up a bake sale in the main hallway. Their sign said: “Bake Sale Against Hunger. No Student Left Behind at Lunch.” By the end of the day, they dropped a shoebox on my desk stuffed with crumpled bills and coins. Four hundred and twelve dollars.
But Emma’s face wasn’t accusing. It was glowing. “My mom works in the office. She saw the entries in Clara’s reports. The donations. She figured out who it was. And, well… we want to help.”
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
But Emma’s face wasn’t accusing. It was glowing. “My mom works in the office. She saw the entries in Clara’s reports. The donations. She figured out who it was. And, well… we want to help.”
My stomach dropped. I imagined a meeting with the superintendent, a lecture about school policy, maybe even disciplinary action.
October 6, 2025 at 3:32 PM
My stomach dropped. I imagined a meeting with the superintendent, a lecture about school policy, maybe even disciplinary action.