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undrilled:

liompayne:

"what did u do all day?"

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hace 10 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 346 491 notas

agentcarolinainthemorning:

waluigiology:

i just figured out the perfect murder

kill someone and bury them in their own garden

that way if the police find them they’ll think it was a suicide

#welp looks like the victim committed suicide and promptly buried themselves in their garden #how considerate of them

hace 10 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 328 264 notas

and-id-marry-larry:

meliapond:

blainetabulous:

If you can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what you just said, we can’t be friends

why can’t we be friends why can’t we be frieeeendds

we can definitely be friends

hace 10 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 245 702 notas

phobias:

Tumblr has given me a perfect sense of humour that’s shared by nobody at school

hace 10 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 238 625 notas
zftw:

genderthief:

i gave my dog a tortilla chip ten minutes ago and she won’t fucking eat it she’s just staring at me with it in her mouth 

she’s waiting for the salsa

zftw:

genderthief:

i gave my dog a tortilla chip ten minutes ago and she won’t fucking eat it she’s just staring at me with it in her mouth 

she’s waiting for the salsa

hace 10 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 254 146 notas
whitecrossgirl:

amhrancomhrac:

striges13:

gred-and-forge-in-the-impala:

homestuck4eva:

fiedbach:

snowyanna:

215-to-fit:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

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 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." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.
In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.
Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.
I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.
This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.
Never forget.
"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." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shitit’s twisted stuff

My math teacher last year would tell us that “we all need to get A’s and none of her students had ever failed. I passed that class with a D. She would give us quizzes on stuff we hadn’t learned yet and then it counted for 50% of our grades. She also humiliated the students who didn’t get 100% on her quizzes every time we took one. Lastly she wrote notes and then erased them 3 seconds later and then yelled when you didn’t get them all down. The North American educations system is such a joke.

I live in France and I constantly have trouble with teachers because I “have too much imagination” or don’t take notes the way others do, and a few teachers even humiliated me in front of the whole class die using multi coloured pens instead of standard black or blue ones.

In elementary school, I consistently read well above grade level.  I read The Lord of the Rings when I was eight.  By 4th grade, myself and three other students in my class were using the high school senior (12th grade) reading textbook because there wasn’t a higher one.  Until our school got a new principal with a PhD in education, who declared that that textbook was too hard for us and we had to use the regular one for our grade level.
He never even visited the classroom.
I’m old enough now to have a son entering 5th grade, and this still makes me mad.  Not just taking away my textbook, but declaring I was too stupid to use it.  Thanks, Mr. PhD in Education.

When I was in fourth grade or so the teacher told my mother she thought I might have had a learning disability or below-normal IQ since I “couldn’t follow along” in reading.
So, an IQ test later, my mother pointed out that I didn’t seem to follow because at home I was reading Dickens and in school they were reading Frog and Toad are Friends and I was bored senseless.
(although tbqh I wish my mother hadn’t later told me the results of my IQ test, since it’s pretty much given me the sense of being a complete waste who isn’t even in the same stratosphere as her potential ever since.  Those tests are total BS, but it is difficult not to think of it in that way)


I’ve been reading all of these and feeling totally horrified. I’m studying to be a teacher and I’m going to make damn sure that none of my students endure that. If they have difficulties then I’ll give them all the help I can so that they can do their best and not feel like they’re slow or stupid or anything. If they show a particular talent such as art or music then by fuck I will encourage them to indulge in that as much they can, you be a rock star or artist little dudes. If they are ahead in schoolwork or show potential for advanced work then I’ll make sure they have it, even if I have to buy the books and equipment personally. The aim and point of being a teacher is making sure that each and every student reaches their full potential, whatever level that may be. Not every child is the same and that is always what teachers must keep in mind instead of fobbing them off with the same worksheet and ignoring them just so they can get their pay at the end of the month. Kids and their education are far more important than that.

whitecrossgirl:

amhrancomhrac:

striges13:

gred-and-forge-in-the-impala:

homestuck4eva:

fiedbach:

snowyanna:

215-to-fit:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

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 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." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.

In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.

Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.

I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.

This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.

Never forget.

"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." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shit

it’s twisted stuff

My math teacher last year would tell us that “we all need to get A’s and none of her students had ever failed. I passed that class with a D. She would give us quizzes on stuff we hadn’t learned yet and then it counted for 50% of our grades. She also humiliated the students who didn’t get 100% on her quizzes every time we took one. Lastly she wrote notes and then erased them 3 seconds later and then yelled when you didn’t get them all down. The North American educations system is such a joke.

I live in France and I constantly have trouble with teachers because I “have too much imagination” or don’t take notes the way others do, and a few teachers even humiliated me in front of the whole class die using multi coloured pens instead of standard black or blue ones.

In elementary school, I consistently read well above grade level.  I read The Lord of the Rings when I was eight.  By 4th grade, myself and three other students in my class were using the high school senior (12th grade) reading textbook because there wasn’t a higher one.  Until our school got a new principal with a PhD in education, who declared that that textbook was too hard for us and we had to use the regular one for our grade level.

He never even visited the classroom.

I’m old enough now to have a son entering 5th grade, and this still makes me mad.  Not just taking away my textbook, but declaring I was too stupid to use it.  Thanks, Mr. PhD in Education.

When I was in fourth grade or so the teacher told my mother she thought I might have had a learning disability or below-normal IQ since I “couldn’t follow along” in reading.

So, an IQ test later, my mother pointed out that I didn’t seem to follow because at home I was reading Dickens and in school they were reading Frog and Toad are Friends and I was bored senseless.

(although tbqh I wish my mother hadn’t later told me the results of my IQ test, since it’s pretty much given me the sense of being a complete waste who isn’t even in the same stratosphere as her potential ever since.  Those tests are total BS, but it is difficult not to think of it in that way)

I’ve been reading all of these and feeling totally horrified. I’m studying to be a teacher and I’m going to make damn sure that none of my students endure that. If they have difficulties then I’ll give them all the help I can so that they can do their best and not feel like they’re slow or stupid or anything. If they show a particular talent such as art or music then by fuck I will encourage them to indulge in that as much they can, you be a rock star or artist little dudes. If they are ahead in schoolwork or show potential for advanced work then I’ll make sure they have it, even if I have to buy the books and equipment personally. The aim and point of being a teacher is making sure that each and every student reaches their full potential, whatever level that may be. Not every child is the same and that is always what teachers must keep in mind instead of fobbing them off with the same worksheet and ignoring them just so they can get their pay at the end of the month. Kids and their education are far more important than that.

hace 10 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 399 454 notas
antyc67:

romanticscribe:

RainyDay!Tom.

Shit.

antyc67:

romanticscribe:

RainyDay!Tom.

Shit.

hace 11 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 37 notas

itsstuckyinmyhead:

British Photoset #8

more?

LiberTea Photoset #6 

American Photoset #7

hace 11 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 19 090 notas
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sueslayer:

archetypalboner:

galesofnovember:

someone told me once that “blink blink” is cat for “I love you”

I’m sure this is total bullshit but i choose to believe it.

cats are hardcore man. instead of going, “i love you,” or whatever, they’re just like, “YOU ARE NEITHER MY ENEMY NOR MY PREY AND I THUS ALLOW YOU TO BE IN MY UNGUARDED PRESENCE.”

hace 11 horas on Agosto 29th, 2014 | J | 345 270 notas