She wears short skirts I wear t-shirts and we’re both getting sent home from school because its distracting to boys apparently
An apple a day keeps The Doctor away.
Why doesn’t this have more notes this is comedy gold.
Wait wait….people seriously don’t spoon out the kiwi fruits delicious goodness? I didn’t know there was any other way to eat them?
JUST EAT THEM FUCKING WHOLE YOU WIMP KIWI SKIN IS FUCKING EDIBLE
i just want a boy to like me
no not that one
This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets
Being friends with me consists of me sending you bad jokes at 2:47 in the morning
listen up you motherfucker
I can’t believe it’s already 2017
Guys I’m crying omg I was drunk please stop reblogging this
They want it to stop…..we reblog it to the extreme
No no no lol please don’t
Forever reblog until 2017
O my god no
i cant stop laughing
only 3 more years.
we can reblog while we wait for Sherlock series 4.
I was bored (not all hints are canon, open in new tab for full size)
u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you
YOU DESERVE AN AWARD AND DO U SEE KHAN WATCH HER AS SHE TURNS INTO A WARRIOR IM SCREAMING
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT
THE MEDIA NEVER SHOWS THIS SIDE OF KANYE
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 education system is unbelievably horrendous. That’s why I’m grateful that I live in Washington where there are alternative education options like Running Start that get students out of the traditional school system and into college two years early.
In second grade I started at a new school and was really excited for the library. My old school only had books that i had read in the library I was allowed in. At this school I knew that the library for younger and older people were together so I thought I’d be able to read other, more interesting books. But second graders weren’t allowed to read the ‘big kid books’. I was upset that I still and to read the smaller books with the pictures on them. We had this program that had a test that graded your reading level and I was graded from 4th- 6th grade (Highest for a 2nd grader). All the books in the section I had to read from were for graders k-3, I took less than one day, sometimes less than an hour, to finish them, and had read most of the ones I was interested in by the second month of school. And still I couldn’t read the bigger books. When I was in kindergarten I had already started to read little house on the prairie because my mom loved reading those books to us and I wanted to do it myself. I knew I could read those bigger books. But still they wouldn’t let me. Honestly I just wanted to read Harry Potter. That was it. But nope, second graders weren’t allowed over there. The reason? Because it wasn’t fair to the others that I could read those books and they couldn’t. By the time I reached third grade I had already finished all the remotely interesting books in the younger section and they finally let me read the “Big kid books” because by then most of them could read at a high enough level to read that section.
I live in Washington.I love Washington schools. I love my school district, but I’m still bitter. But even as a 2nd grader I had the right to learn what I could and no one should have been able to stop that, even if it wasn’t “fair” to the other students.