The amount of unflattering noises I just made is astounding
JACQUI PLEASE SEE THIS
Darn, but it`s okay because you have a bangin apartment right?
The NDP caucus (that is, the Ministers of Parliament belonging to the NDP party, which is the official opposition, left-oriented, and the height of cool) performed the late Stompin’ Tom Connors’ song Bud The Spud (the video I linked yesterday) in the foyer of the House of Commons, today.
That’s how much he’s loved.
i it bad if for the next few days i don’t want to do anything other than sleep and possibly go and see that lovely chap who likes me (
and takes me out to movies and has awesome conversations with me and cuddles with me) and not do my essay which is like 15% of my grade can i do that?
“You can’t expect a kid to change if all you do is just tell him.”
“You can’t just give a kid a packet and expect him to learn.”
Students should stand up and walk out of classrooms more often. I used to do it all the time. Learned more from that then I did sitting in some bullshit class.
No but really though this kid was 100% right
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?
The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?
Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”
No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.
I am seriously outraged right now. I went into school today and was sent to the principal’s office not even 5 minutes inside the building. I was asked if I had any other clothes with me to which I responded I did not and was told I would NOT be sent to my classes if I didn’t call someone to come bring me clothes.
I told her that my mother is the only one who lives with me and that she was at work and could not come bring me clothes.
To which she responded
“Well I’m not sending you to your classes like that, you can come into my office and do some work but unless we get a parental figure to come bring you clothes you will not be going to class, it’s too much of a distraction and offensive to your fellow students.”
excuse me but what is so offensive about my shorts. I have worn this outfit numerous times during the school year, and only now that it has started to get nice outside have they been stricter on what the girls in this high school wear.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT FUCKING IS OUTSIDE.
The office called my mom and told her that “my way of dressing could be offensive or distracting to the students and most importantly, the teachers.”
I’m a junior in high school, but just because i’m a junior does NOT MEAN I WILL STAND FOR YOUR BULLSHIT SLUT-SHAMING AND SEXIST DRESS CODE.
Instead of telling the girls to feel victimized and shamed for what they wear, like tell your shitty staff to stop being such perverts and to look away and seriously, if they have such issues with my clothing that they can’t help themselves then why are you allowed to be a teacher in the first place.
My body is not something to be ashamed of, and I will not “change” to fit into your shit society of misogynistic ideals.
I will. wear. what. I choose.
here’s what I think about your shit dress code: