Illustration about Native American boys who have to cut off their braids to follow school dress codes.
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- me thinking about drawing: wow. art is so soothing and beautiful. its such an important creative outlet for me and i just want to draw all the time
- me drawing: fuck art. fuck it right in the ass
And black people have the same issue when it comes to finding jobs/careers.
^^^^ yes but it ain’t about us right now
Let them have their post, bro. We have our own and this ain’t one of them.
^^^ Yes, I love the accountability!
ok I really like the concept of pokemon crossbreeding so I decided to make some crossbreeds for umbreon!!! I had alot of fun drawing these.
(I also threw in a solrock fusion bc I thought it would look cool hahahaa)
what
NO. STOP. NOPE. NO. I AM DRAWING THE LINE.
THIS SHIT SHOULD NOT EXIST AND YOU KNOW IT. GET IT THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE.
Ok, I’m actually going to comment on a post. I completely disagree. This could actually be an excellent teaching tool. I mean, I don’t know about other schools, but at mine pretty much everyone hates Shakespeare (I’m not one of those people). This could be a great way to get kids to understand the plot of the play in an easy to read and entertaining way. I think it’s kind of funny too. Would I read this over Shakespearean play in classic prose and verse? No. But I know many people who would. I’m not suggesting this be the base for Shakespearean readings, but I’m suggesting it be used along side the traditional text or be used as a gateway to reading actual Shakespeare. Don’t bash anyone for reading just because you don’t approve of the material.
I adore Shakespeare, but one of the worst parts of loving it is how pretentious the community surrounding it is. Not everybody can read Shakespearean verse and understand what it means. English is a constantly adapting language. If this is how some people need to read Shakespeare to understand it, then fine. I just think it’s awesome they want to expose themselves to Shakespearean literature in a form that they understand. Stop turning your nose up at things that differ from the classic text. Plays are about expression and I bet Shakespeare himself would find this amusing and be happy more people can enjoy his legacy in a way that’s comfortable for them.
if a girl doesnt want hair on her vagina, arms or face shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down. if a girl doesnt mind having hair on her vagina, arms or face shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down. a girl can literally do whatever the fuck she wants and she doesnt need you complaining about something that has no affect on you
Now that I think of it I can remember hearing so many versions of “yeah I’d have sex with a girl but I couldn’t ever DATE one” especially when I was a young girl talking to young girls. And as a young girl who believed I was straight I of course accepted this idea, that you could be purely sexually attracted to girls but dating them would be out of the question, and I didn’t even wonder why that might be. So when we’re talking about constructions like “heteroromantic bisexual” especially with young people, it’s important to remember that we live in a society that devalues every conceivable type of relationship between women, and basically sees romance between women as an impossibility. Promoting this dichotomous split between sexual and romantic attraction has the potential to enforce that notion.
who wants to hear the story about how a girl in my spanish 2 class fought back against the horrible spanish teacher and won
if this gets 2 notes i will tell it
one note is good enough for me.
so there’s this girl in my spanish 2 class. we’ll call her kayla.
kayla is a sophomore. she is funny and outspoken and a little crazy. the main thing to remember about kayla is that she will stand up for herself when needed. and that’s why something happened with her and my spanish teacher.
we’ll call my teacher miss irving. miss irving has been teaching spanish for 30 years. she’s a little forceful, hates technology, and hates when people don’t just listen to her without questioning it.
it began when kayla entered class late near the beginning of the school year. “sorry, ma’am,” she said to miss irving. “i was at the counselor’s.”
miss irving looked up at kayla and asked for a pass. kayla didn’t have one, but she said that miss irving would be able to call the counselor and the counselor would verify her visit. miss irving refused to do so and gave her detention on the spot. kayla started trying to justify her own actions, and she received yet another detention.
this marked the beginning of a long, long feud. every time kayla did something, miss irving would reprimand her for it. kayla put on chapstick or began to eat in class and miss irving began to yell. kayla read a paragraph slower than the rest of us and miss irving would snap at her. slowly, kayla began to get fed up.
the last straw for her was when she asked miss irving to go to the counselor during class, and it changed everything.
“miss irving? i have an appointment with the counselor down the hall. may i go?”
“obviously not,” my teacher snapped back. “you can’t leave in the middle of the class.”
“but i need to see her, i have an appointme-“
“i don’t care. you’re going to translate that paragraph-“
“ma’am, i already translated it-“
“well, then i’ll give you more work to do-“
“no.”
at that word, all of the heads in the clasroom turned. it’s an unspoken rule that you don’t say no to miss irving. but kayla had fire in her voice, and was now standing up and glaring at the teacher.
“excuse me?” miss irving responded, and kayla went off.
“no matter what i do, you get on to me about it. i have issues that i need to take care of that you refuse to understand. you’re a teacher. you’re supposed to care about us. it’s your job! listen to me carefully: i. have. mental. health. problems. and there are times i need to eat in class or i need to go to the counselor’s office because of it, so could you just get off of my ass about it and try to understand?”
miss irving turned beet red and sent her to the principal’s office.
what followed was a battle between the two. miss irving kept emailing kayla’s parents, but kayla’s parents took their daughter’s side. then my teacher emailed kayla’s other teachers and asked them to take her side, but the other teachers said they didn’t ever have problems with kayla.
kayla went to talk to the principal about the situation and told her what was going on. the principal talked to miss irving, and miss irving lost her teacher of the year award for that year. she also received a strike on her teaching record for refusing to respect a student’s mental health protocol. and kayla won.
miss irving still teaches our class and we still have kayla with us. now, miss irving doesn’t hide her hatred for kayla at all. she expresses it fully to her other classes. and most of those other classes hate her as well.
but my class and i love kayla. because kayla has a newfound power, and she doesn’t take it for granted. instead, she uses it to help us.
and this matters so much to me because, one day, she helped me.
i have generalized anxiety disorder. one of the methods i can use to calm myself down is by doodling, and doodling also helps me listen more closely to the teacher’s lesson. so i started doodling on the edges of my papers in spanish a lot, especially when we started having tests every class period and it became very anxiety-inducing for me.
miss irving started taking points off for every doodle i made. and i mean A LOT of points. i drew an eye in the corner of a worksheet once and i got an 80 instead of a 100. when i tried to explain that it was for my anxiety, she didn’t care. so now i had even more anxiety because i couldn’t reduce my anxiety.
one day, miss irving was lecturing and i was doodling, when she started to yell at me for it.
i can’t remember a lot about what happened because at that moment i went into a full blown panic attack. but what i do remember is kayla standing up and yelling at her.
“what are you doing? stop! she’s obviously having a panic attack!”
she came over to my desk and led me through breathing exercises. calmed me down. told me my doodle of half a face looked really good, asked me how long i’d been taking art and about my disorder. the entire class was silent, watching, and miss irving was fuming.
when i was calm enough to, i thanked kayla, and she squeezed my hand in a silent alliance.
then miss irving walked back to the whiteboard and never said anything about my doodles again.
the moral of the story? just because a teacher or principal or parent is older than you doesn’t mean they deserve to be obeyed no matter what. if what your “elders” say to you or do to you belittles you, tears you down, or keeps you from being able to get help or be a better person, they are not doing their job, and you can stand up for yourself and others.
don’t be afraid to question the authority just because they say they shouldn’t be questioned.
Kayla’s a fucking hero
This fuels me.
“I get angry when I think of you, and it’s funny because I used to love you so much. I would’ve done anything for you, and I think that’s what makes me so mad – that I would’ve done just about anything to make you love me even just half as much as I loved you and you never could. You would look at me, but you never saw me, or maybe you did. Maybe you saw everything that I was, like all the parts of me were laid out on the table, both the beautiful and the flawed, and you still couldn’t find anything about me that you loved – so instead I just tell myself that you never saw me at all.”
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