weakflowers:

But there was none

weakflowers:

But there was none


kimmdaley:

Type Sketch #24

kimmdaley:

Type Sketch #24


lovehipster34:

the cab | We ended but I will always love u

lovehipster34:

the cab | We ended but I will always love u


theprettyimpolite:

Words to live by

theprettyimpolite:

Words to live by


Another Me
The Cab
Symphony Soldier


(via sarelyrics)


Cause there’s something so fun being young and being dumb
Cause you’re not afraid of feeling
The Cab (via exc-essive)

Angel With a Shotgun
The Cab
Symphony Soldier

radtracks:

angel with a shotgun // the cab

get out your guns, battle’s begun
are you a saint or a sinner?
if love’s a fight then i shall die
with my heart on a trigger


jarrodis:

single, not sure how to mingle

(via asvprock)


richgaaaang:

fat isn’t an insult skinny isn’t a compliment they’re just words describing body types please drill that in your heads

(via asvprock)


50shadezofcarter:

I text back embarrassingly fast

or three hours later

there is no in between

(via asvprock)


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 shitit’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.
I 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.

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.

(via postulation)


ryaynross:

im laughing so much a group of really loud boys sat down next to us in mcdonalds and one of them just picked up his burger and said to his friends “i bet i can put this whole thing in my mouth” and my mom turned to me and said “well we know who the gay one is” and they heard her and none of them have said a word since

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