by Anastasia Gorbunov, 2011, winner of a Russian literacy poster contest
The caption reads something like “Reading isn’t dangerous. Not reading is.”
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Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
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Once upon a time there was a group of intelligent and beautiful young women attend the number one all women’s college in the USA. One day, however, a troll interloped on their online conversation. This troll was a British man, a classy man, of classy beginnings. Little did he know he had entered…
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Lac Léman and the Aps, Switzerland
„Wir gehen in die Berge…. weil wir das Gefühl haben, ganz oben bei uns sein zu können. Weil wir uns als Teil eines größeren Ganzen verstehen.“
Tom Dauer
Amáireach. Tomorrow.
We may be parting, but no amount of “goodbye”, “tschüß”, or “auf wiedersehen” will ever mean forever. This time we shared together will be with us our entire lives, and that can never leave us. As put by a dear friend of mine, “Weine nicht, weil es vorbei ist, lächle, weil es passiert ist.”
»Willkommen!«, rief er. »Willkommen zu einem neuen Jahr in Hogwarts! Bevor wir mit unserem Bankett beginnen, möchte ich ein paar Worte sagen. Und hier sind sie: Schwachkopf! Schwabbelspeck! Krimskrams! Quiek! Danke sehr!«
Er nahm wieder Platz. Alle klatschten und jubelten. Harry wußte nicht recht, ob er lachen sollte.
»Ist er… Ist er ein bisschen verrückt?«, fragte er Percy unsicher.
»Verrückt?«, sagte Percy unbekümmert. »Er ist ein Genie! Der beste Zauberer der Welt! Aber ein bisschen verrückt ist er, ja. Karotffeln, Harry?«
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