Our Band director wasn’t at school.
what is it about band kids everywhere that, when left alone, we all do the same thing and build forts, thrones, and barricades in the band room?
Because you’re fucking nerds
If you’re lesbian and you fall for a guy
If you’re gay and you fall for a woman
If you’re bisexual and you have a preference for girls
If you’re bisexual and you have a preference for guys
If you’re pansexual and have a preference
What’s not fine is telling someone they can’t love another person because it doesn’t fit into the confinements of a label.
T H I S
If you’re asexual and get attracted to someone somehow.
…carry you through hard times
…dog pile on you to make you feel better
…feed you Starbucks goodies when you’re hungry
…wear matching colors with you
…wear matching pj’s with you
…couch cuddle with you and some random third person
…pose and smile adorably with you
…make music that changes lives with you I-/
please someone reassure my this is just fuckin w people right.
this is bullshit what the fuck
Wait y’alls cups are really that small? holy fuck
why the fuck anyone needs 1.3L of coke in one sitting is beyond me but anyway
cause a nigga gets thorsty sometimes
this scene was wild from start to finish
"Jean, I don’t want to have nightmares every time I look at our prom pictures"
"But I looked so fuckin’ cool!"
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.
Recently Kaige told us he wishes he could be both a boy and a girl because he likes playing princesses as much as ninjas and he doesn’t want to get made fun of. So we bought him a tutu and gave him a makeover. Meet the new and improved Kaige. If you have a problem with it please keep it to yourself and kindly stay out of his life. Which would be a shame because as you can see he’s freakin’ awesome! #letmebeme #mumblr #stopbullyingTHIS is the kind of parent I aspire to be
three word horror story: The beep test
OKAY SO AT MY SCHOOL ITS CALLED THE FUCKING PACER AND THAT JUST SOUNDS TERRIFYING ENOUGH BUT THE BEEP TEST SOUNDS LIKE A GODDAMN ELEMENTARY GAME BUT NO THIS IS HELL AND EVIL WRAPPED INSIDE A GYM OF SELF LOATHING AND SWEAT
what the fuck is the beep test
someone please educate the innocent
You run until you die