Alaska Ignored Warning Signs of a Budget Crisis. Now It Doesn’t Have Funding to Fix Crumbling Schools.

Lawmakers only budgeted $40 million of the nearly $800 million that districts say is needed to fix and maintain schools to keep them safe and operating. Gov. Mike Dunleavy then vetoed more than two-thirds of that.
https://www.propublica.org/article/alaska-rural-schools-funding-legislation?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=mastodon-post

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Survivor O

I believe we had summer vacation that year. August 6, 1945, was Monday. We used to sing an old song that said, “Monday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday.” And that was just how it was: it was even true for elementary school students. In the name of “student mobilization” we had to constantly work alongside and assist adults. Those in 3rd to 6th grades were helping with demolition. That meant we were helping to remove or disassemble wood from a building. The 2nd grade was helping the younger students go below during an air raid; the wooden buildings would be burned quickly. So everyone was in a group, and the 2nd grade was helping the others to go down to the building’s basement.

(After the bombing) When I came up from the basement and out into the playground, the air was full of an odd smell and there should have been a blue sky, but there wasn’t. I saw the rising black smoke and soot from the blast hanging in the air, but I think quite a bit of time passed. The buildings on the west side of the school were completely gone. I couldn’t see anyone clearly, though there were shadows moving. Everyone seemed to be crawling, or leaping up. Toward the rear gate near the wooden school building were the bodies of what I think were [telecom company] service guards. I waved them off without flames. (The fire from the explosion) then picked up my untouched wet shoes. The people in the playground might have been burned up instantly. I don’t know.
Survivor O I believe we had summer vacation that year. August 6, 1945, was Monday. We used to sing an old song that said, “Monday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday.” And that was just how it was: it was even true for elementary school students. In the name of “student mobilization” we had to constantly work alongside and assist adults. Those in 3rd to 6th grades were helping with demolition. That meant we were helping to remove or disassemble wood from a building. The 2nd grade was helping the younger students go below during an air raid; the wooden buildings would be burned quickly. So everyone was in a group, and the 2nd grade was helping the others to go down to the building’s basement. (After the bombing) When I came up from the basement and out into the playground, the air was full of an odd smell and there should have been a blue sky, but there wasn’t. I saw the rising black smoke and soot from the blast hanging in the air, but I think quite a bit of time passed. The buildings on the west side of the school were completely gone. I couldn’t see anyone clearly, though there were shadows moving. Everyone seemed to be crawling, or leaping up. Toward the rear gate near the wooden school building were the bodies of what I think were [telecom company] service guards. I waved them off without flames. (The fire from the explosion) then picked up my untouched wet shoes. The people in the playground might have been burned up instantly. I don’t know.
Survivor A

Survivor A commuted to Fukuro-machi Elementary School from his home in Togiya-cho (now Kamiya-cho) about 150 meters away. He was in fourth grade. “That day” he arrived at school and went down to the basement room (about three meters underground) to take off his street shoes and change into his gym shoes. Suddenly, everything around him went black, and he was sprayed with fine sandlike tiles. The air was cut out quickly, and he shouted with his friends and classmates. They started to go up, but it was dark and night-like except for flames leaping up here and there.

It was like a dream. But a breeze, flames, legs rising in heat and the playground barefoot, he wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes.

He had a splitting headache, and while he was putting out the glass fragments stuck in him, his friend T disappeared.
– Excerpt from Chugoku Shimbun, April 14, 1970
Survivor A Survivor A commuted to Fukuro-machi Elementary School from his home in Togiya-cho (now Kamiya-cho) about 150 meters away. He was in fourth grade. “That day” he arrived at school and went down to the basement room (about three meters underground) to take off his street shoes and change into his gym shoes. Suddenly, everything around him went black, and he was sprayed with fine sandlike tiles. The air was cut out quickly, and he shouted with his friends and classmates. They started to go up, but it was dark and night-like except for flames leaping up here and there. It was like a dream. But a breeze, flames, legs rising in heat and the playground barefoot, he wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes. He had a splitting headache, and while he was putting out the glass fragments stuck in him, his friend T disappeared. – Excerpt from Chugoku Shimbun, April 14, 1970
Survivor O

I believe we had summer vacation that year. August 6, 1945, was Monday. We used to sing an old song that said, “Monday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday.” And that was just how it was: it was even true for elementary school students. In the name of “student mobilization” we had to constantly work alongside and assist adults. Those in 3rd to 6th grades were helping with demolition. That meant we were helping to remove or disassemble wood from a building. The 2nd grade was helping the younger students go below during an air raid; the wooden buildings would be burned quickly. So everyone was in a group, and the 2nd grade was helping the others to go down to the building’s basement.

(After the bombing) When I came up from the basement and out into the playground, the air was full of an odd smell and there should have been a blue sky, but there wasn’t. I saw the rising black smoke and soot from the blast hanging in the air, but I think quite a bit of time passed. The buildings on the west side of the school were completely gone. I couldn’t see anyone clearly, though there were shadows moving. Everyone seemed to be crawling, or leaping up. Toward the rear gate near the wooden school building were the bodies of what I think were [telecom company] service guards. I waved them off without flames. (The fire from the explosion) then picked up my untouched wet shoes. The people in the playground might have been burned up instantly. I don’t know.
Survivor O I believe we had summer vacation that year. August 6, 1945, was Monday. We used to sing an old song that said, “Monday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday.” And that was just how it was: it was even true for elementary school students. In the name of “student mobilization” we had to constantly work alongside and assist adults. Those in 3rd to 6th grades were helping with demolition. That meant we were helping to remove or disassemble wood from a building. The 2nd grade was helping the younger students go below during an air raid; the wooden buildings would be burned quickly. So everyone was in a group, and the 2nd grade was helping the others to go down to the building’s basement. (After the bombing) When I came up from the basement and out into the playground, the air was full of an odd smell and there should have been a blue sky, but there wasn’t. I saw the rising black smoke and soot from the blast hanging in the air, but I think quite a bit of time passed. The buildings on the west side of the school were completely gone. I couldn’t see anyone clearly, though there were shadows moving. Everyone seemed to be crawling, or leaping up. Toward the rear gate near the wooden school building were the bodies of what I think were [telecom company] service guards. I waved them off without flames. (The fire from the explosion) then picked up my untouched wet shoes. The people in the playground might have been burned up instantly. I don’t know.
Miracle Underground

It was originally assumed that all were lost instantly by the atomic bombing. However, the Comprehensive A-bomb Disaster Survey begun in 1967 by the Research Institute for Nuclear Medicine and Biology of Hiroshima University discovered that there were a few survivors. Three pupils happened to be in an underground room in the West Building. This was a sturdy, ferro-concrete building, and these students were 3 meters underground in a room with a ceiling 20 to 30 centimeters thick. Thus, they miraculously escaped. When the A-bomb exploded:

    One student (A) had just arrived at school and had gone into that basement room where shoes were kept. Another had been in the playground barefoot, had then wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes.
Miracle Underground It was originally assumed that all were lost instantly by the atomic bombing. However, the Comprehensive A-bomb Disaster Survey begun in 1967 by the Research Institute for Nuclear Medicine and Biology of Hiroshima University discovered that there were a few survivors. Three pupils happened to be in an underground room in the West Building. This was a sturdy, ferro-concrete building, and these students were 3 meters underground in a room with a ceiling 20 to 30 centimeters thick. Thus, they miraculously escaped. When the A-bomb exploded: One student (A) had just arrived at school and had gone into that basement room where shoes were kept. Another had been in the playground barefoot, had then wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes.
Survivor A

Survivor A commuted to Fukuro-machi Elementary School from his home in Togiya-cho (now Kamiya-cho) about 150 meters away. He was in fourth grade. “That day” he arrived at school and went down to the basement room (about three meters underground) to take off his street shoes and change into his gym shoes. Suddenly, everything around him went black, and he was sprayed with fine sandlike tiles. The air was cut out quickly, and he shouted with his friends and classmates. They started to go up, but it was dark and night-like except for flames leaping up here and there.

It was like a dream. But a breeze, flames, legs rising in heat and the playground barefoot, he wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes.

He had a splitting headache, and while he was putting out the glass fragments stuck in him, his friend T disappeared.
– Excerpt from Chugoku Shimbun, April 14, 1970
Survivor A Survivor A commuted to Fukuro-machi Elementary School from his home in Togiya-cho (now Kamiya-cho) about 150 meters away. He was in fourth grade. “That day” he arrived at school and went down to the basement room (about three meters underground) to take off his street shoes and change into his gym shoes. Suddenly, everything around him went black, and he was sprayed with fine sandlike tiles. The air was cut out quickly, and he shouted with his friends and classmates. They started to go up, but it was dark and night-like except for flames leaping up here and there. It was like a dream. But a breeze, flames, legs rising in heat and the playground barefoot, he wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes. He had a splitting headache, and while he was putting out the glass fragments stuck in him, his friend T disappeared. – Excerpt from Chugoku Shimbun, April 14, 1970

While walking through Hiroshima we discovered an annex of the Peace Museum - the Fukuromachi School Building.

It is only 400 meters from the hypocenter of the explosion, but the reinforced concrete wing of the building withstood the shockwave, although everything burnable was carbonized instantly.

It was thought that nobody had survived there, but three students had been late changing shoes in a basement room.

They survived while nearly everyone they knew was killed that day 80 years ago.

Miracle Underground

It was originally assumed that all were lost instantly by the atomic bombing. However, the Comprehensive A-bomb Disaster Survey begun in 1967 by the Research Institute for Nuclear Medicine and Biology of Hiroshima University discovered that there were a few survivors. Three pupils happened to be in an underground room in the West Building. This was a sturdy, ferro-concrete building, and these students were 3 meters underground in a room with a ceiling 20 to 30 centimeters thick. Thus, they miraculously escaped. When the A-bomb exploded:

    One student (A) had just arrived at school and had gone into that basement room where shoes were kept. Another had been in the playground barefoot, had then wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes.
Miracle Underground It was originally assumed that all were lost instantly by the atomic bombing. However, the Comprehensive A-bomb Disaster Survey begun in 1967 by the Research Institute for Nuclear Medicine and Biology of Hiroshima University discovered that there were a few survivors. Three pupils happened to be in an underground room in the West Building. This was a sturdy, ferro-concrete building, and these students were 3 meters underground in a room with a ceiling 20 to 30 centimeters thick. Thus, they miraculously escaped. When the A-bomb exploded: One student (A) had just arrived at school and had gone into that basement room where shoes were kept. Another had been in the playground barefoot, had then wandered to the basement to get his shoes, then was just going back up. The other was standing by the shoe shelves changing from his geta (wooden sandals) to gym shoes.

Middle School Cheerleaders Made a TikTok Video Portraying a School Shooting. They Were Charged With a Crime.

Social videos, memes and retweets are becoming fodder for criminal charges in an era of heightened responses to student threats. Authorities argue harsh punishment is necessary, but experts say the crackdown won’t make schools safer.
https://www.propublica.org/article/social-media-arrests-school-threats-law-tennessee?utm_source=mastodon&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=mastodon-post

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Saw my high school technology teacher at the charity shop today. I’ve changed a bunch over the years but he recognized me after I told him my name!

I let him know all the impact his class had on me and all the people I’ve helped and reached out to over the years as a result of his class.

I really hope that made his day!

#teaching #school #technology

Saw my high school technology teacher at the charity shop today. I’ve changed a bunch over the years but he recognized me after I told him my name!

I let him know all the impact his class had on me and all the people I’ve helped and reached out to over the years as a result of his class.

I really hope that made his day!

#teaching #school #technology

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"each individual kid is now hooked into a Nonsense Machine" #school#AI#KI #meme #misinformation #desinformation

@stilloranged: 
this kid was extremely combative with me, and i understood why. i was sitting in front of him and telling him that the internet, a computer, technology, all these supposedly authoritative things... were wrong. and that i, one person, was right. he basically *couldn't* believe me. he decided that i was simply a teacher who'd made a mistake. he could check it, after all! he could look it up! he could find the REAL facts. i obviously hadn't done that, i was just an adult who'd decided i was smarter than him. hence the defensiveness. like i said: i understood. it was so fucking rough. i did my best, but i am one person trying to work against a campaign of misinformation so vast that it fucking terrifies me. this kid is being set up for a life lived entirely inside the hall of mirrors
@stilloranged: this kid was extremely combative with me, and i understood why. i was sitting in front of him and telling him that the internet, a computer, technology, all these supposedly authoritative things... were wrong. and that i, one person, was right. he basically *couldn't* believe me. he decided that i was simply a teacher who'd made a mistake. he could check it, after all! he could look it up! he could find the REAL facts. i obviously hadn't done that, i was just an adult who'd decided i was smarter than him. hence the defensiveness. like i said: i understood. it was so fucking rough. i did my best, but i am one person trying to work against a campaign of misinformation so vast that it fucking terrifies me. this kid is being set up for a life lived entirely inside the hall of mirrors
@stilloranged 
and i was like "this is not a search bar" and they were like "yes it is, you can search for anything in here" 
the thing that made me feel crazy is like. every kid that's using this as a browser is getting new BESPOKE false "facts." this isn't "a widespread misconception about X that stems from how it's taught in schools." each individual kid is now hooked into a Nonsense Machine. With the "widespread misconception about X" you can start at a baseline. like, ok, in tenth grade we all talk about X thing from history, and that leaves us with some misguided concepts about X, but we can correct that as students get broader understandings of the world. But with this, each child is getting UNIQUE wrong facts they are SURE are correct... 
because they did what we told them to do! they "looked it up"! they got it from somewhere! it's not a kid making up a belief on hearsay and assumption... it's something they think they LEARNED
@stilloranged and i was like "this is not a search bar" and they were like "yes it is, you can search for anything in here" the thing that made me feel crazy is like. every kid that's using this as a browser is getting new BESPOKE false "facts." this isn't "a widespread misconception about X that stems from how it's taught in schools." each individual kid is now hooked into a Nonsense Machine. With the "widespread misconception about X" you can start at a baseline. like, ok, in tenth grade we all talk about X thing from history, and that leaves us with some misguided concepts about X, but we can correct that as students get broader understandings of the world. But with this, each child is getting UNIQUE wrong facts they are SURE are correct... because they did what we told them to do! they "looked it up"! they got it from somewhere! it's not a kid making up a belief on hearsay and assumption... it's something they think they LEARNED
@stilloranged 
weird interaction with a student this week. they kept coming up with weird "facts" ("greek is actually a combination of four other languages") that left me baffled. i said let's look this stuff up together, and they said ok, i'll open a search bar, and they opened... ch*tgpt
@stilloranged weird interaction with a student this week. they kept coming up with weird "facts" ("greek is actually a combination of four other languages") that left me baffled. i said let's look this stuff up together, and they said ok, i'll open a search bar, and they opened... ch*tgpt

"each individual kid is now hooked into a Nonsense Machine" #school#AI#KI #meme #misinformation #desinformation

@stilloranged: 
this kid was extremely combative with me, and i understood why. i was sitting in front of him and telling him that the internet, a computer, technology, all these supposedly authoritative things... were wrong. and that i, one person, was right. he basically *couldn't* believe me. he decided that i was simply a teacher who'd made a mistake. he could check it, after all! he could look it up! he could find the REAL facts. i obviously hadn't done that, i was just an adult who'd decided i was smarter than him. hence the defensiveness. like i said: i understood. it was so fucking rough. i did my best, but i am one person trying to work against a campaign of misinformation so vast that it fucking terrifies me. this kid is being set up for a life lived entirely inside the hall of mirrors
@stilloranged: this kid was extremely combative with me, and i understood why. i was sitting in front of him and telling him that the internet, a computer, technology, all these supposedly authoritative things... were wrong. and that i, one person, was right. he basically *couldn't* believe me. he decided that i was simply a teacher who'd made a mistake. he could check it, after all! he could look it up! he could find the REAL facts. i obviously hadn't done that, i was just an adult who'd decided i was smarter than him. hence the defensiveness. like i said: i understood. it was so fucking rough. i did my best, but i am one person trying to work against a campaign of misinformation so vast that it fucking terrifies me. this kid is being set up for a life lived entirely inside the hall of mirrors
@stilloranged 
and i was like "this is not a search bar" and they were like "yes it is, you can search for anything in here" 
the thing that made me feel crazy is like. every kid that's using this as a browser is getting new BESPOKE false "facts." this isn't "a widespread misconception about X that stems from how it's taught in schools." each individual kid is now hooked into a Nonsense Machine. With the "widespread misconception about X" you can start at a baseline. like, ok, in tenth grade we all talk about X thing from history, and that leaves us with some misguided concepts about X, but we can correct that as students get broader understandings of the world. But with this, each child is getting UNIQUE wrong facts they are SURE are correct... 
because they did what we told them to do! they "looked it up"! they got it from somewhere! it's not a kid making up a belief on hearsay and assumption... it's something they think they LEARNED
@stilloranged and i was like "this is not a search bar" and they were like "yes it is, you can search for anything in here" the thing that made me feel crazy is like. every kid that's using this as a browser is getting new BESPOKE false "facts." this isn't "a widespread misconception about X that stems from how it's taught in schools." each individual kid is now hooked into a Nonsense Machine. With the "widespread misconception about X" you can start at a baseline. like, ok, in tenth grade we all talk about X thing from history, and that leaves us with some misguided concepts about X, but we can correct that as students get broader understandings of the world. But with this, each child is getting UNIQUE wrong facts they are SURE are correct... because they did what we told them to do! they "looked it up"! they got it from somewhere! it's not a kid making up a belief on hearsay and assumption... it's something they think they LEARNED
@stilloranged 
weird interaction with a student this week. they kept coming up with weird "facts" ("greek is actually a combination of four other languages") that left me baffled. i said let's look this stuff up together, and they said ok, i'll open a search bar, and they opened... ch*tgpt
@stilloranged weird interaction with a student this week. they kept coming up with weird "facts" ("greek is actually a combination of four other languages") that left me baffled. i said let's look this stuff up together, and they said ok, i'll open a search bar, and they opened... ch*tgpt

2-player sessions are a great way to team up! 🤝

I just wish Emma was a bit more skilled on the seesaw: she lacks precision and we're both losing out! 😕

🎮 https://studios.ptilouk.net/little-brats

#LittleBrats#VideoGames #snippet #playground #school #recess #splitscreen #multiplayer #coop

Gee and Emma both play on the seesaw
Gee and Emma both play on the seesaw