Another day older and deeper in debt.
Hopefully all these are in the running: the Carter Center, the King Center, EAV, the view of the downtown skyline from the intersection of Freedom Parkway and Boulevard, the view of the city from the Downtown Connector southbound, Fox Bros. BBQ, Oakland Cemetery, the Gulch, Tuesday night trivia at The Midway, lower level seats along the first base line at Turner Field, and finally, the Top End Perimeter (for all the hilarious traffic snafus that are reported during the rush hours).
If you're coming from anywhere and not using MARTA and the MARTA Shuttle to get to Turner Field, you're crazy.
Also, I've never seen the words "suburban" and "grateful" appear in the same sentence. Kudos.
Time for a "Cool Story, Bro" moment. These recent education stories remind me of two memories from my own education. Both happened in the mid-1990s. Both happened at a public middle school in Gwinnett County.
While trying to teach us about what it would've been like to live in Germany when the Berlin Wall was still up, teachers divided classrooms with sheets. One side represented East Germany, the other West Germany. I don't remember how kids were picked to sit on which sides (maybe we got to sit on both sides to get the full perspective).
Kids on the West side of the sheet got to have lots of fun, talk interact, etc. The teacher treated them well. The kids on the East side of the sheet couldn't talk at all, speak out of turn, and so on. The teacher was mean to them. This went on for at least a day. We had rotating classes (three or four different rooms) and the same set up happened in each.
Another time, during a huge field trip to Rock Eagle, we got to learn what it would be like to be slaves who were on the run from their slave masters (I'm pretty sure this was a lesson about the Underground Railroad). Details on this one are a little fuzzier but it was at night and it was cold. Kind of scary, as intended. (Then again, hundreds of middle school kids greatly outnumbering adults with all those kids high on Halloween candy at Rock Eagle was pretty damn frightening in its own way, but I digress.)
Lessons learned: living in East Germany must have really sucked and being a slave must have really sucked. Bonus lesson: turning loose hundreds of middle school kids high on hormones and sugar at Rock Eagle results in "Lord of the Flies."
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams.
I probably just added more confusion to the situation.
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