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.
Gankutsuou. I need to start somewhere for my first post so I thought that it was a good start. I’m watching this anime right now and GOD it’s good. The whole thing is just beautifull, yeah there are many flaw in it like the overuse of 3D but the orgastic design of the whole thing outweight…
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
Give me the lover who yanks open the door
of his house and presses me to the wall
in the dim hallway, and keeps me there until I’m drenched
and shaking, whose kisses arrive by the boatload
and begin their delicious diaspora
through the cities and small towns of my body.
To hell with the saints, with the martyrs
of my childhood meant to instruct me
in the power of endurance and faith,
to hell with the next world and its pallid angels
swooning and sighing like Victorian girls.
I want this world. I want to walk into
the ocean and feel it trying to drag me along
like I’m nothing but a broken bit of scratched glass,
and I want to resist it.
If you’re following me you may have noticed that I’m not in a good financial situation right now. My family is only made of my brother, my parents and I, no one else, and we’ve been having troubles paying the bills because my brother lost his job last month, and my father got an accident earlier this year that doesn’t allow him to work anymore. I would have liked to earn some money this summer just like last year but my health has been a problem for a little while now so I won’t be able to. And unfortunately it’s not like we have savings, we’ve always been poor…
What’s different now is that the amount of difficulties we recently encountered are seriously making me consider abandoning my studies in cinema, abandoning the idea of having a diploma and getting into a prestigious private school just so I can find a precarious job, which is for me and my parents the worst case scenario.
This school I’m talking about is the only one affordable for me - because it’s the only one offering scholarships - and it’s basically my only hope for a decent job in the field I love. All the money I’ve ever earned has been saved to pay this school but we can’t save money anymore because we live with the bare minimum. And I’m going to admit it: I am terrified.
That’s why I’m asking for your help. Because if it continues like this I may as well have never studied anything, have never hoped for a career. Understand that I don’t want to make anyone donate more than they would be comfortable with, if you can’t afford donating it’s fine ! But maybe consider signal boosting ?
The smallest amount would be welcome, if enough of you donate 0,5$ or 1$ this could actually allow me to finish my studies and get a decent future. I have never asked for money before and I never thought I’d come to such an extremity. I’m thankful for anyone who would offer me some help. Thank you so much for just reading this.
You can donate here or via the donate button on my blog
Also an alternative to donations would be to commission me, I’m going to open commissions for my art in a month. If you’re in the fandom of any film or series I hope you’ll be interested, I love drawing for films or series and this would obviously be really helpful.
Thank you again.
i dedicate this comic to the teacher who pulled me out of class in middle school to tell me my bra strap was showing and that i needed to get a jacket to cover it up so that i didnt distract the boys
dedicated to all teachers, school administrators, parents, dudes, dudettes, random ass strangers, politicians and dogs who think that is a woman’s duty to ensure that men aren’t ‘distracted’