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Fellow Tumblrers — please feel free to help Ray and his students out, if you can!
Dear followers, teachers, and the Tumblr #education community,
My name is Ray Stoeser and I am a second year English teacher at Crockett Technical High School in Detroit, MI. This year I had the amazing opportunity to be the AP Language and Composition instructor for our school. I work with some of the most amazing students you could meet. Their hunger, passion, and dedication to their education is truly special.
At the beginning of the year, the school told me they would be covering the cost of the AP exams. We are a high poverty school and even the reduced $57 fee per exam is hefty for some of our students’ families. When the time came to order the exams, I was informed that the school was out of funds and would be unable to pay for the exams. I was heartbroken. How was I going to tell my 22 students that they were not going to take the exam for which they had worked so hard to prepare?
I couldn’t.
With less than 24 hours before we had to order the exams, I told the administration to order all 22 exams. College Board wasn’t going to send the bill until mid-June so that gave me some time to find some donations.
On May 16th the students took their exams and returned to my class excited and confident about their results!
That being said, we still need to pay the bill. My class and I are accepting donations and/or sponsors for the exams. I have 22 students and the exams are $57 each. We would graciously accept any denomination. Also, if you would like to pick one of the 22 students and sponsor their individual exam with a $57 donation that student would be happy to send you a personalized “thank you.”
Here are some of the students you would be helping!
To donate please click here.
Class Roster
- Demetria
- Charles
- Davina
- Tyquan
- Derek
- Andrea
- Curtia
- Paula
- Dakharia
- Khalid
- Khalil
- Leon
- Desmond
- Taja
- Equan
- Ariel
- Shayla
- Capri
- Deshont’A
- Tara
- D’Nika
- Mack
Thank you for helping these students take one step closer to college!!!
If you have any questions and/or concerns, please do not hesitate to reach out to me.
raymond.stoeser@detroitk12.org
To donate please click here.
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“Our Not-So-Friendly Northern Neighbor” By Laurence Bherer and Pascale Dufour
Bill 78 says that, “Anyone who helps or induces a person to commit an offense under this Act is guilty of the same offense”. It also fines student organizations huge amounts of money ($25,000 to $125,000) if their members participate in the protests.
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Fantastic analysis by Alyssa Rosenberg. Read the rest at ThinkProgress:
It’s a perspective that makes men feel better about ogling, about demanding. If it’s flattery, there’s no ugly undertone to it, no sense that the person you’re telling to take it off owes you, that you could turn on them if they don’t comply. But when a man experiences, gets driven crazy by it, it’s not really “some Kate Moss shit” anymore, and it’s not complementary. So much of pop culture is like this. When a man experiences objectification, or stays at home with his kids, suddenly, this arena that women have been playing in for decades is a revelation. How does it feel, indeed?
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fixed it.
Head shot
Speak it
YES
I’m beautiful. Screw society.
An examination of one family’s experience with a child who has gender dysphoria:
As a teacher, Stephen knew how cruel kids could be. He imagined his child walking into the social battlefield that is school, insisting she was a boy when under her clothing, she wasn’t.
What about bathrooms? P.E.? The prom? How would all that go?
Despite his resistance, Stephen promised his wife that he would pay closer attention to Kathryn’s behavior and really listen for her ‘I am a boy’ anthem.
It didn’t take long.
‘We were in the car; I was driving,’ Stephen told me.
Kathryn was in the back and grabbed a book off the seat.
‘Daddy, I’m going to read you a story, okay?’ Kathryn said, opening a random book and pretending to read. ‘It’s about a little boy who was born. But he was born like a girl.’
Stephen nearly slammed the brakes, then listened as the story unfolded about how unhappy the little boy was.
‘Okay. I’m listening, Jean,’ he said after he got home.
