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The video speaks for itself with a educator that 'seems' to snapped.

Put yourself in a position of authority for a moment and take into consideration that this is one of Cape Town's top school for girls..
What would you have done?



In my opinion this is not about race, but more of who is responsible to teach discipline - Parents or Educators?
JMO.

You are not your age, nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight, or the color of your hair.
You are not your name, or the dimples in your cheeks.
You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide.
You’re the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you’ve cried.
You’re the songs you sing so loudly when you know you’re all alone.
You’re the places that you’ve been to, and the one that you call home.
You’re the things that you believe in, and the people whom you love.
You’re the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of.
You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot
When you decided that you were defined by all the things you’re not.

(Not, by Erin Hanson)

Inspired by Red's blog, I'm a few blocks from a music store. When they changed ownership lots of things ended up in their dumpster. Musical instrument cases of all sizes. Some were new in their original cartons or sealed in plastic. Boxes of 'off brand' guitar strings fed me and a friend for a long time. I found a microphone in a box of a different brand. I'm guessing someone traded it in and they tossed it out. I opened it and the only thing wrong was a loose wire that I reconnected and it worked great after that!

I've said this before... "One man's trash is another man's treasure"

In my neighborhood, appliances put to the front for garbage day rarely stay around more than an hour. I am irked that I put a cabinet with glass doors out expecting it to be recycled, only to find someone broke the glass making it useless. Bastards...

The bad part of dumpster diving is the opposite. We keep a 30 cubic yard dumpster in the back warehouse lot at work and often by Monday it's partly full with furniture and appliances people have tossed out over the weekend. I'd like to put a sign 'NO dumping' and setup a camera to record video and license plates to turn over to the police. I'm told we're paying $2,000 a month to have the dumpsters emptied every week. Maybe those who visit us in the night would like to contribute to that expense.

My daughter is walking her dog in 6 inches of snow. My friend there in Natal is resisting being washed out of her house by torrential rain. I know there's ice and snow and hail and awful stuff everywhere. Even sunny Spain is currently raining on the plain and here too, and will be until what the forecast calls 'breezy conditions' will blow the rain away.

So if anyone is enjoying lovely weather, do cheer us up, or make us jealous, or something.

And if your conditions are frightening - well, you probably don't have electricity to share. Sterkte.

(I say, what a jolly British sort of blog this is, what?)

I am subscribed to a website called “indeed”, it’s a jobs website; I’m always on the lookout for employment closer to where I live. I get daily emails from them listing jobs that fit my criteria. In among today's vacancies was this specification:

“You must have first hand experience with 4 point webbing and be able to push and pull heavy wheelchairs and lift heavy meal boxes.”

I don’t remember listing any of this among my skill sets.

One of the drivers didn’t show up for work the other morning, it turned out his wife had died the day before; they say he found her when he got home from work. He was always having to take days of work to take her to the hospital or look after her on her bad days; I don’t know what was wrong with her. Whenever he talked about it I sensed it was wearing him down.

Last year he bought a new car with some of the money his wife had inherited, presumably from a parent. All the time I’ve known him he has driven an old beat up little car that was economical on fuel. He was economical with everything; the weekly shopping, holidays, everything. He just tried to live within his means, then, when they came into a bit of money, I think they just allowed themselves one or two overdue treats. Even then he didn’t go overboard; the car he bought was just a newer version of his small, cheap-to-run, old one.

Even though his wife wasn’t in good health, no one was expecting her to just drop dead. Still, their modest windfall must have made life a bit more cheerful for them before she went. He called in work today to see the manager, he doesn’t look very cheerful now.

....stories on the Beeb always get me thinking. Apparently, now that fertilized human embryos have had the same cold treatment for a few decades, it starts with unfertilized eggs. Surgically (read---invasively) harvested after a few toxic weeks of drug treatments, done to have many more available than the usual one lonely seductive ovum hanging out each month on the surface of one ovary, shaking dat booty for all those upstream swimming hopefuls,---it is quite costly. Money grubbing companies even had martini lubricated parties, where younger women, mostly, were encouraged to pay big for the service, after frightening them with tales of later life infertility. And now one shameless group is using mobile clinical busses for the abuse. But unlike with "spare", discarded aborted fertilized "cell masses", which can often be frozen for later reproductive use, frozen eggs are much less viable, especially in women in their 20's-----precisely the biggest users. When asked why do so, most ladies said they couldn't find a partner they wanted to have kids with. It is a safety maneuver. Anyone seeing any similarities here with (paying) so called dating sites? Present hcompany excluded. Stay tuned, folks.

At school my teachers thought I would never amount to anything. I haven’t seen any of them since I left so they probably don’t know how accurate their predictions were. None of my achievements in life have been more than minor. This has, from time to time, caused me anxiety and dissatisfaction, but not anymore. I’ve found that since I’ve been living on my own I no longer care about achievement, or lack of it. A bit more money would be nice, but it wouldn’t take much more to spare me the usual end of the month juggling.

This made me wonder how many of the ambitions we have are for the sake of other people.

What do you prefer:
Summer/Spring/Winter/Autumn/None?
and tell us why?

It's been a mixed bag of weather these past few weeks. Lows in the 40's (Fahrenheit) highs in the 70's and yesterday kicked up winds of 25mph gusting to 40 at times.
I have a fan in the window of my home office that's 20 years old and sometimes It squeaks because the bearing/bushing in the motor is worn. I haven't bothered to open the cover to oil the bushing.
A few times it's stopped because the bushing/bearing is worn.

This morning, I opened the bedroom door to a heavy burning electrical smell throughout the house. Although it's a strong smell, it didn't set off the 3 smoke detectors in the house!

I took the fan from the window and moved it outside on the patio, opened all the doors and windows. Strong winds are helping remove the smell from inside.

I'm sure there's a song about 'something burning' but I think it's related to a country music star and his girlfriend!