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Why I say our education system is flawed (via perfect-delusions)
Well yeah, g***y is a slur, but how else is Disney supposed to explain what Esmeralda is? Nobody knows what g***ies call themselves. If you say to a kid, ‘oh, it’s a g***y,’ they’ll know what you’re talking about. It’s just the way things are.
Sophomore English major
Ok, this is a true story. I’m teaching the book Holes right now. One of the characters (Madame Zeroni) is referred to as a Gy*sy in the book a few times.
So I took a moment to comment on how that’s a really outdated and not good way to refer to Romani people.
I had a student who was confused. Because they didn’t know that Romani were real people. They honestly believed that “Gy*sies* were fictional like witches or wizards.
I literally had to tell a child that Romani are REAL PEOPLE.
Yeah. Those stereotypical portrayals of Romani do have real affects on people.
unless your teachers are abusive assholes there is no fucking reason to disrespect them
they are literally trying their hardest to get you an education
teachers have every right to complain about rude students or the amount of papers they have to grade because their salary is low as shit
oh wow, your math teacher yelled at you because you were ignoring the lesson and talking to your friend
i wonder why
jesus christ teachers have it hard enough dont be an asshole
Also, be able to identify abusive assholes. They don’t just exist in other people’s stories.
One day last semester I was on the bus heading to class and I was like ‘fuck class started ten minutes ago I’m going to be late again.’
And then I looked down and realized that my professor was in the seat in front of me editing his powerpoints for the class that we were both supposed to be in.