PSA

Greetings,

The Committee met last night, along with token members of the Commission, Task-Force, subcommittee, and the governing body of the Association in order to hash out some semblance of order for these last few days.  

However, it should be noted that if progress proves difficult, the year may need to be extended.  This isn't ideal, of course, but the Committee feels that you all having to work without adequate forecasts is unacceptable, and that the only reasonable action by the Committee is to provide you an extension to the school year guaranteeing that those days have the correct prediction attached to them.

We hope that you all can be understanding.

Also, the Committee has asked that I send a special message to you all.  I have been asked to remind you all of the song we listened to by Ben Harper at the beginning of the year.  It was called, “I’ll Rise” and the lyrics are as follows:

You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I've got an oil well
Pumpin' in my living room

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise

Now did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my confidence upset you
Don't you take it awful hard
Cause I walk like I've got a diamond mine
Breakin up in my front yard

So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise

So you may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I'll rise

Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I've got a goldmine
Diggin' up in my living room

Now you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise
Out of the shacks of history's shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I'll rise
I'll rise
I'll rise


The task for today is simple:  In some way, in any way that you would like to...share this message with your students.  You don’t have to mention the song, read the lyrics, or anything like that.  Just give them the message.

And, if you do that...today will be: Uplifting.  (Get it?  I’ll Rise...will make today uplifting?  I. Love. Puns.)

Tommy ‘the wouldn’t have survived as a French court jester because they killed those who made puns Decider’ Estlund