Growing up in Lawrence, KS or Growing up in a Charter School in New York?

Yeah, I’m still watching Harriet the Spy.

Would it have been better to grow up where I did, or go to Harriet’s school?

Things to consider:

  • Children are brats everywhere
  • In New York, all of the 90s children like me had waaaay more special understanding of how special and gifted each and everyone of them is
    • In Kansas, if you’re special, you have either
      • A big ego
      • A big wallet
      • A big heart or big dreams
      • A big desire to have all of those thrown in your face all at the same time as you shop at Goodwill.
    • In New York, being special might mean you have more chances to be different.
  • But if you have more chances to be different, does it matter then? Like, sometimes we all need to be the same in the same stupid ways. We all poop (gonna start with the basics). We all laugh and cry and think and dream and pick on other people. We all barf (I’m still 10 years old when I watch this movie, what can I say).
  • If you are in New York or in Kansas, will the “specialists” fuck you up worse?
  • In Kansas, you’re going to probably have waaaaaaay less of a clue if you are special OR RATHER IN ACTUALLY THE EYES OF GOD AND REALITY: what you enjoy (and hence, what makes you special #thelegomovie).
  • Conclusion: “Kansas” is in the eye of the beholder and I still want sparkly red glitter slippers. I just want them to be high quality and indestructible, because that’s what Dorothy would do, and she’s the one with the shoes, not me. I just want to sing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” for the fact that it’s beautiful and awesome and whimsical and happy, and not be made the subject of cheap dinner party jokes. Even in Chile, bros. Why I ask of you? We are all special, and Dorothy is the one with the shoes, not me. If not, you can buy me them, I will wear them. Otherwise, I’m still pretty happy shopping at Goodwill.
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haleynoohra

I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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