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Travis Sloat
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Your mother would probably love me.
Your mother would probably love me.

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Cleanin' out my closet
A post shared by Travis Sloat (@tstyles77) on Apr 1, 2017 at 7:14am PDT It happened a few weeks ago. "Travis, you need to clean out your closet. I need hangers." I laughed and went on about my business, trying not to give it a second thought. I did though, ...

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On not being allowed to fail
Image credit Many of you know (all too well, I'm sorry, well, actually I'm not, it's amazing) about my transformation over the last nine months. You know about Chris at Reform Strength and Conditioning , and you know that if you don't think you have the mon...

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Figuring it out
Look at that enormous Sloat head.  I'm typing this from the doctor's office. We're here for a checkup on Isaac, making sure he's growing like he should and hoping he won't be covering his face for the next ultrasound.   I'm about to be brutally honest with ...

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#OklaEd chat questions for March 12
Photo credit Well, someone somewhere messed up and gave me the keys to the pound sign Oklahoma Education (#OklaEd) chat on Sunday night. My topic? How to help students succeed with "real life" English Language Arts (ELA) skills. I have a bee in my bonnet ab...

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Let us not forget Lloyd's eyeball, lost in the battle.  "Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage, You and I shall laugh together with the storm, And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, And we shall stand in the sun with a will, And we shall...

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Three
Three. Because I am first and foremost an English teacher, it seems only natural that I should begin this with a word you probably don't know. Triskaphobia. A fear of the number three. There are superstitions about the number three: death comes in threes, i...

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I open at the close
image source I open at the closet.  Allison pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the text, then looked again. It was from her husband, Brandon, and it lined up perfectly with the morning she was having: it didn’t make sense, and it kind of pisse...
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