#I fucking hate my school

[poettheythem]

They hold power to abuse it

Do you ever get mad at your posotion

You are strong and powerful

You could look gods in the face and not blink

But you still don't have power in the system

You can fight, you can protest, you can scream and shout

But one person holds all the power

And the person is mean

The person holds it to abuse it

You try to fight but if you do you are killed

You want to fight but if you do you will be expelled

You want to protest but if you do you will be punished

You want to push back but if you do the others you care about will be hurt

The only thing you want is peace and joy but they took it

The only way you can fight will get you lost

You have a voice when they want you too but when you use it against them you must be put down

Like a dog

Because thats all you are

A dog

We're all dogs

And the power they hold is just to be abused

They wont punish those who derive it

Those who are racist, anti-semitic, misogynistic,

They will be able to move forward

But the person who care

The person who loves

The person who cares

They will be punished for questioning the princesses crown

And everyone will pay for it

Because She who holds the power only holds it to abuse it

[sleep-deprived-mf]

I AM SO FUCKING DONE

MY FUCKING CLASSMATES. THESE FUCKING ASSHOLES. IVE TOLD THEM SO MANY DAMN TIME NOT TO CALL ME "MADI" BECAUSE ITS A FUCKING DEADNAME AND IT MAKES ME FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE AND THEY DONT GIVE A SHIT. THEY WONT FUCKING STOP DEAD NAMING ME. IVE TOLD THEM IT MAKES ME UNCOFMORTABT AND I DONT LIKE BEING CALLED "MADI" AND THEY JUST CALL ME MADI IMMEDIATELY AFTER. IM SO DONE WITH THIS SHIT. THEY THINKS ITS A JOKE THEY THINK ITS JUST A FUNNY LOTTLE "DONT CALL ME THIS HAHA" ITS NOT ITS FUCKING NOT. ITS SO FUCKING FRUSTRATING AND I CANT FUCKING DEAL WITH THIS SHIT ANYMORE. WHAT THEIR DOING IS LITERALLY BULLYING AND MY TEACHER ISNT DOING SHIT SHE DOESNT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK. IF THEY CALL ME MADI AGAIN IM GOING TO FUCKING CRY IM NOT EVEN JOKING. IM DONE. FUCK MY SCHOOL FUCK MY CLASSMATES AND FUCK MY TEACHER.

[sh4thesh33p]

Ain’t no way someone just called me a goth mommy.. ☹️

[hrryshoney]

my dean embarrassed me so bad in front of other people today i just want to break something

[1ts0kn0ttobeok]

Kids in my design and modeling class: *deadname my friends and I , misgender my friends and I , make fun of our names and interests, and ask weird ass questions that are none of their business

my design and modeling teacher: *completely oblivious to what’s happening.*

[moonysfavoritetoast]

we’re BREAKING kids’ noses bc they step on your school shit that you put on the floor?

we’re letting sixth graders that only go up to my hip (i’m 5’1) call queer students faggots and trannies?

we’re telling parents that it wasn’t a real threat?

we’re letting kids get away with saying they wish someone got raped?

[halfawitchwinter]

FUUUUUUUUU--

tomorrow is The Dreaded Back to School Day...

im SO no ready it's all joever

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[bixels]

Just gonna have to wait and see, right? Just wait and see! Just gotta wait and see! Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see! It's anybody's guess, we'll just have to wait and see! The future is exciting, we just gotta wait and see!

[visenyaism]

genuine question why are charter schools to blame for decreased literacy in your opinion? Because of the remote learning aspect or smth else also?? I went to one & honestly did better with it than traditional hs but I had very high reading comprehension already, had no busses in my area & no parent that could drive me to school so it was a pretty specific situation where that environment worked out better for me

Well I’m glad it worked out for you but institutionally charter schools are so detrimental to public education. Let me explain why:

The principle behind charter schools, that increased competition will force public schools to be better, frames education as a product rather than a public utility. If education quality is determined by the free market, the winners and losers are children, which is just a morally unacceptable outcome to me.

Shouldn’t ignore that the school choice movement started as a way to advocate for the perpetuity of segregation. On average charters are more racially segregated than publics.

The way in which public schools receive funding varies state to state, but most states do some amount of funding per pupil. What that means is that when students switch from public schools to charter schools they take that per people funding with them if you’re leaving an underperforming public school that’s underperforming because it’s underfunded you are making the problem worse. Not everyone can leave.

Charter schools can legally kick students out if they want to. This means if students stop performing well, or if disabled or english-language learner students need extra support, they can just be removed. A lot of “charters have higher test scores” is just charters only admitted high-performing and low-need students, which puts even more of a strain on public schools.

They are really unregulated. Many “charter-friendly” states have minimal accountability measures for charter schools in a way that leads to many running the gamut between negligence to committing literal fraud instead of providing free and appropriate public education. Charter networks are multibillion dollar businesses this system gets exploited by private equity all the time.

That lack of regulation or accountability also shows up in disciplinary outcomes. The school to prison pipeline is already unforgivably bad in a public environment, but unregulated charter schools often implement draconian “zero tolerance” policies that result in black and brown students getting treated like they’re in a police state. Public schools can’t suspend or expel you or call the cops on you for how you wear your hair. They can’t escalate to dramatic consequences as quickly or do a 3 strikes demerit system. There are no legal guardrails against this in charters.

Often exist to circumnavigate teachers’ union contracts and other labor laws. This means teachers at charters are often overworked, underpaid, micromanaged, and have EXTREMELY high turnover. The additional strain on teachers and overrepresentation of first-teachers who burn out in the system and get replaced makes for bad educational environments in a lot of places.

All of these are even more of a problem because of the way that charter networks like KIPP were marketed as a way to fix public schools in black and brown areas, and have just kneecapped public schools while providing students with subpar educational outcomes instead.

[bolt-x0]

Oh boy I love when people at my school make sexual remarks about an autistic girl who clearly does not want to be sexualized :l. /sar

Everyone keeps fucking terrorizing this girl and yeah she’s rude at times but holy fuck don’t start chasing her down the fucking hall until she has to run into the gym and lock them out.

[baja-blast-bitch]

the way i want to start going by my preferred name to teachers and stuff next year but i’m scared of the judgement

[olliedollie1204]

taps mic. clears throat. remus being the embodiment of the thoughts and fantasies thomas considered "forbidden" means he was, at least for a while, the sole embodiment of thomas' queerness as something to be feared or ashamed of or disgusted by. before any of the other sides could accept this about themselves, before thomas could accept it about himself. remus is the source and the holder of thomas' most unwanted thoughts, which at one point (and while this is technically subtext it is like 1 inch away from being text) included thomas being gay. if we get any dialogue or confirmation of this in the series I will do 1000000 backflips break my neck and pass out on the floor

[hellenhighwater]

wait, you're a lawyer? for real?

I got an associates in stage tech, a double BFA in Graphic Design and 3D Design, and then went to law school on full academic scholarship, booked twelve classes, fell asleep during the Bar Exam three times (but passed with flying colors before the curve), and the motion for my admission to practice (put forward by my brother, also a lawyer), started, "My sister has many issues, but the one before the Court today is that of her admission to the State Bar of Michigan."

And somehow yes, they do let me practice law.

[1ts0kn0ttobeok]

Kids at school were doing the nazi solute as joke again. They looked somewhat like they were laughing when my friend and I looked at each other and then proceeded to hold ourselves back from hitting them.