You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.

Things my therapist told me today that almost made me burst out into tears. I need to remember this more often. (via pnemersonia)

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elementalsight:

s-assypants:

fiedbach:

snowyanna:

215-to-fit:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.

In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.

Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.

I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.

This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.

Never forget.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shit

it’s twisted stuff

this is important.

My first grade teacher beat her students. This wasn’t 1960. This was 1994.

She beat the ‘bad’ kids for doing anything she decided was wrong. This included being ‘dirty’, which she routinely humiliated one girl named Ashley for. I was routinely scolded for having the ‘wrong’ answer to questions like “What is your favourite colour?” because brown wasn’t a good colour to like. I was 7. It seemed perfectly reasonable for my teacher to throw her students around.

don’t even remember most of grade school after that.

High School, one of my last teachers spent so much time being pissed off at having to teach a business class he sabotaged his students every step of the way: including multiple choice answers that could be answered in a number of ways that he’d change how he wanted answered multiple times on the same test so he could make everything wrong, and assigning a final project forth 60% of our mark that - despite us having ‘meetings’ with him to show our progress - he said everyone had done ‘wrong.’ He was smart enough not to fail us all, but the average grade in that class - a damned bird course - was 55%


Canada has the same damned problems.  Don’t even get me started on Residential Schools-

About 150,000 First Nations, Inuit and Metis children were taken from their families and forced to attend the government schools over much of the last century. The last school, outside Regina, closed in 1996.

Our school systems are in a serious need of being torn apart and rebuilt from the ground up.

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thatthinginyourshoe:

lil-bit-ghei:

lil-bit-ghei:

"What were you wearing?"

I wore a red dress to work today. It has a zipper at either side of my chest that can unzip and reveal a thin strip of skin. A coworker, without warning, tried pulling at the zipper and when it wouldn’t zip, instead revealed a good portion of my collarbone and shoulder as well as my bra strap. An hour later, the same coworker came up and told me to not wear clothes with zippers because he’ll go right ahead and unzip them. I shot back that unzipping me without my permission is sexual harassment. Apparently a manager heard and berated my coworker. At the end of my shift, my coworker told me that my little comment got him in trouble and that he no longer feels comfortable saying anything to me other than “hello” and “goodbye.”

I am supposed to feel guilty for pointing out that he can’t lay his fucking hands on me.

So I wore the infamous dress at work yesterday and ANOTHER MALE COWORKER DECIDED TO PULL AT ONE OF MY FUCKING ZIPPERS.
We were surrounded by other (also male) coworkers (that did nothing) and I swatted his hand away while promptly informing him that he didn’t have permission to touch me.

He then asked, since he knows I cosplay, if it would be any different if I wore a revealing costume. I gave him a dirty look and told him that no matter what *I* decide to wear, no one is allowed “to lay a finger on me unless they want my foot up their ass.”

Being that I’m quite professional at work, they were all surprised by my language and the ferocity with which I spat my promise.

you fucking go girl

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breenwolf:

[reads summary of fic] THIS IS WHAT I WANT
[reads first 10 words of fic] this is not what i want

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nevvzealand:

i dont understand how i can get so much joy from covering my pets with blankets and watching the lump move around

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zedrin-maybe:

mooncastle721:

I almost spit grape juice!

I have saved this gif in my folder as ‘weight for it’

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generic-art:

5-Year-Old With Autism Paints Stunning Masterpieces 

Autism is a poorly-understood neurological disorder that can impair an individual’s ability to engage in various social interactions. But little 5-year-old Iris Grace in the UK is an excellent example of the unexpected gifts that autism can also grant – her exceptional focus and attention to detail have helped her create incredibly beautiful paintings that many of her fans (and buyers) have likened to Monet’s works.

Little Iris is slowly learning to speak, whereas most children have already begun to speak at least a few words by age 2. Along with speech therapy, her parents gradually introduced her to painting, which is when they discovered her amazing talent.

“We have been encouraging Iris to paint to help with speech therapy, joint attention and turn taking,” her mother, Arabella Carter-Johnson, explains on her website. “Then we realised that she is actually really talented and has an incredible concentration span of around 2 hours each time she paints. Her autism has created a style of painting which I have never seen in a child of her age, she has an understanding of colours and how they interact with each other.”

Much better version of the same subject matter I posted earlier.

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wakeuplikethis:

60ibs-to-go:

I think I love this a little too much.

#HOWITSHOULDBE

#WHYDONTWEEXPECTTHATENDING

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passion-not-obsession:

carryonmy-assbutt:

wel if you fucking threw it straight me he might have caught it

You underestimate the length of moose’s arms

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Folie à Deux (/fɒˈliː ə ˈduː/; French for “A Madness Shared by Two”) is the fourth studio album by American rock band Fall Out Boy.

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mypublicdiarydailyandanonymous:

heyyitssandyy:

vnxxi:

i-broke-up-with-food:

rinmae:

time2daydream:

do it.

Seriously, this is perfect.

Wow.. So Beautiful

im crying omfg this made my night

let’s see

do it do it do it

Going through my likes and saw this little gem. Click it buds!

lets see…. 

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crockercorpjanecrocker:

kitkat808:

starkspangly:

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

OMFG my teacher just showed us this in death and dying class

what the fuck kinda school have death and dying class
what the fuck death and dying classs

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mooseleys:

dadmau5:

my very favourite supernatural theory is that the only reason that all these bad things happen to the winchesters is because of all the mirrors they smashed back in season one

image

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