SAM @samuteki@rage.love

(isn't it funny how people are more concerned of being called a racist than being racist?)

Slept horribly last night. Five more hours until I can go back home and rest 💀👻💩

What's the best thing that's happened to you this week?

Which is not to say that they were *owed* my calm and grace, but that *I* am. If I had chosen to visit upon them the wrath of God I would have been justified. I partially just wanted to make them feel a little silly in the face of a classy gentleman responding to the tantrum of a child.

Somebody came at me with the business today on Birdsite and I made the conscious decision to be calm and graceful. I swear y'all having an effect on me ♥️

I noticed something. It's very simple:

In my whole life, I have never been attacked for my ideas nor my identity anywhere near as much as I have been on Twitter.

For whatever reason, over there, in The Other Place, there are simply more combative, contentious, and quarrelsome people.

Expressing yourself via a Tweet is essentially leaving yourself open to someone who's having a bad day or a bad year or has a lifetime of grievances and is looking to relieve some psychic pressure by pwning people online.

Like I said, it's very simple: The more I engage on Twitter, the more I am attacked. The more I am attacked, the angrier I get.

It wasn't until I started using Mastodon that I even noticed. Here, in this space, I am able to express myself without becoming the canvas for someone else's rage. Even when I'm wrong, the first response tends to not to be edgy and acerbic: it's to be kind and gentle.

The more I engage using Mastodon, the more I am treated with warmth and compassion. And the more of that I receive, the more I try to give back.

I have never been treated with as much hostility as I have been on Twitter, and I've never felt as warm and welcomed online as I have been l while using Mastodon (largely thanks to the crews at weirder. earth and rage.love).

It was at the conbini.
(The conbini.)
¥600 (US $4.30).
I've wanted something from the Technic line ever since I was a kid.
They targeting me, y'all 😭😭😭

Trying not to judge that part of my self that still feels the need to sometimes judge others...

Been crazy overwhelmed for like the last two months.
Right now is a peaceful, quiet moment.
Gotta remember things like this.

Ay, fam. So I gotta remind myself to use #hashtags around these parts, and ☕ stuff that happened at work today ☕ got me thinking:

Who was your favorite #teacher (or what was your favorite class)? What did they do to make class special? What impact did they have on you and your #education?

Thank you :)

I teach English at a high school in Japan.

I teach two courses to twelve different classes.

Two of those classes just don't give a damn what I do, they are completely disinterested in the lesson and anything I have to say.

This is not uncommon. There's always one or two groups every year that are like this. It's usually not because they personally hate the teacher so much, but a mix of things.

Trouble focusing. Stuff going on at home. Stuff going on at school. A lack of adequate preparation to participate in my class from my English teaching Japanese peers.

Every class has at least one student with these kinds of issues, but sometimes you get a handful or a whole class with outside circumstances that weave a net of negative, defeated energy that I can't ever get through.

I try to make the lessons as fun as possible. I try to simplify things. I try to give them more time to interact with each other through the lesson.

And like nothing works.

I know there's probably something in how I'm facilitating the class that is contributing to this problem, but the other 10 classes that I work with don't have nearly the same problems as these two.

Sometimes I feel like I just gotta wait out the clock.

America is insane.