Bored
Bored

buffystolethetardis:

I’m still sitting here, waiting for Doctor Who to tell me what the fuck happened to Jenny (the Doctor’s daughter)

You thought I’d forget. But I haven’t.

illbeoutback:

If you’re protesting abortion, the Supreme Court says you can get right in women’s faces and scream at them on their way into the clinic. Because freedom of speech.

But if you try and protest the murder of a black man, you get tear gas fired at you.

wonnderr-lusttt:

looow-tus:

undftdaniel:

defend-sissy-boy-emo:

jadelyn:

holypuckingcow:

abbysetcetera:

Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own. 

and mixing them with vodka

At 3 in the morning while marathoning your favorite show because nobody can tell you to go to bed.

And then regretting your decisions the next morning.

Because you have to work.

and make more money to buy fruit snacks and juice pouches.

and vodka
asexualityresources:

Hell yeah, I’m designing for AAW this year.
Step 1: Save that date.
Step 2: Pretend this image is a hot potato and share it all over the place.

asexualityresources:

Hell yeah, I’m designing for AAW this year.

Step 1: Save that date.

Step 2: Pretend this image is a hot potato and share it all over the place.

notlostonanadventure:

bewbin:

if u were dating a FBI agent and you dumped him.

he would be ur fed ex 

I hope the NSA people scanning my blog got a chuckle out of that

mishadmitrikrushniccollins:

mishadmitrikrushniccollins:

Kevin Tran’s College Admission Essay, read by Osric Chau. 

No but I don’t understand why more people haven’t watched this. He wrote and read this himself as a character study and it is heartbreaking.

touchmykittykat:

burn-me-down-to-the-ground:

littleselfia:

equalistsfuckshitup:

story time when i was 16 my mom and i were watching ellen and my mom says 

‘oh look my favorite lesbian!’

and i said ‘i thought i was your favorite lesbian?’

and she just stared at me for a moment and said 

‘oh ok. ‘

and we just continued watching 

and thats how i came out to my mother

#I file this under#everythingwentbetterthanexpected.png

this is beautiful

This is great

morninglightdreams:

all-time-lord-x:

eatpussylivehappy:

bebereaves:

sh4ne:

euro-trotter:

neofriend:

edwad:

this is so fucked up

For the love of god

I’ve smoked only about 4 ciggs in my life and this already makin me wanna stop

It looks like someone is blowing air into a rotting plum

Erin….

this
this needs to be seen by everyone

Oh wait guys, but isn’t smoking cool because you all out a little filter on it and it makes you look hipster? And all your friends do it too o:

All my friends vape

joshescutia:

mayflyofspace:

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

itt: people bragging about how smart they were in primary school

All other school systems aside from the US: We almost feel sorry for you, United States. #muchbetterthanyouforthebetter

no kidding. I was home schooled until I started second grade. That let me work at my own pace, and so I was wayy ahead of everyone else. I was reading the chronicles of narnia when i was five; in 4th grade my reading level was equivalent to a senior in high schools. I absolutely loved learning. I knew tons about science, and I even loved math. I never had to study, because I was already ahead of everyone else.after about 2 years of going to public school, my grades started dropping (not much, high b’s, low a’s instead of high a’s) and I started to adopt the mindset that everyone has. the one that says school is horrible and no fun.even now, I’m struggling to enjoy it, because of how standardized it is. most of it is way to easy and boring for me to like, and the rest is presented in way that doesn’t match my learning style. and that’s not ever corrected.I love learning. in my spare time, i’ll just randomly look up things. School is not about learning. I love learning. if it was, I would love school.even in my sophmore year, my teachers took the easy way out. I had one teacher who gave a packet to complete each week. I did 4 out of 9. I made a 99 in that class.In that class and another, we would constantly watch movies with excuses that seemed to be a little stretched. ie, we watched Indiana Jones in english because we were studying epics, and the trope of the big hero. We watched forest gump because ‘it had some stuff that happened in history.”at the time of course, i loved it, but i knew in the back of my mind that it was so so bad.anyway. sorry for my rant.

joshescutia:

mayflyofspace:

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

itt: people bragging about how smart they were in primary school

All other school systems aside from the US: We almost feel sorry for you, United States. #muchbetterthanyouforthebetter

no kidding. I was home schooled until I started second grade. That let me work at my own pace, and so I was wayy ahead of everyone else. I was reading the chronicles of narnia when i was five; in 4th grade my reading level was equivalent to a senior in high schools. I absolutely loved learning. I knew tons about science, and I even loved math. I never had to study, because I was already ahead of everyone else.

after about 2 years of going to public school, my grades started dropping (not much, high b’s, low a’s instead of high a’s) and I started to adopt the mindset that everyone has. the one that says school is horrible and no fun.

even now, I’m struggling to enjoy it, because of how standardized it is. most of it is way to easy and boring for me to like, and the rest is presented in way that doesn’t match my learning style. and that’s not ever corrected.

I love learning. in my spare time, i’ll just randomly look up things. School is not about learning. I love learning. if it was, I would love school.

even in my sophmore year, my teachers took the easy way out. I had one teacher who gave a packet to complete each week. I did 4 out of 9. I made a 99 in that class.

In that class and another, we would constantly watch movies with excuses that seemed to be a little stretched. ie, we watched Indiana Jones in english because we were studying epics, and the trope of the big hero. We watched forest gump because ‘it had some stuff that happened in history.”

at the time of course, i loved it, but i knew in the back of my mind that it was so so bad.

anyway. sorry for my rant.

apatheticghost:

nearly every family on disney channel

  • goofy dumb parent(s)
  • naive older brother who is nice but a total idiot and is often the butt of the joke
  • sister who is the main character and thought of as the only sane member of the character and also has very good grades but may be a bit uptight
  • younger sibling who is an evil mastermind and always has some sort of scheme to profit off something