This blog is a little of everything and a lot of inconsistency. I am Queen of the Queue and over-tag everything, so don't be afraid to ask me to tag something for you. I am planning a hobbit hole and you should talk to me about your dream house. Also Tamora Pierce. And The Posterchildren. As well as anything that's weighing you down (I am nearly guaranteed to be on your side).
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shoutout to all the other ex-gifted & talented/honor student/straight a/senior editor/star student/99th percentile/once-creative burn-outs who have, since high school, realized they are truly miniscule fish in a giant, endless ocean, criticized themselves to the point of creative paralysis, and participated in so much self-sabotage they no longer see the point of doing anything at all because they’re just going to ruin it for themselves anyway
this one’s for you
do u guys understand how creepy the pledge of allegiance is though like every day when ur a kid everybody just chants how great america is every morning it’s creepy
You do that every morning???
is this a real thing i thought that was just in the simpsons
Wait, other countries don’t do this.
I remember in my grade school and junior high if you didn’t say it you got in trouble smfh
it really wasn’t until i was out of school that it occurred to me how BIZARRE the whole thing was
My favorite part is that the guy who wrote it worked for a flag company and did it as part of a campaign to sell more flags.
My favorite part is that we added “under God” in the 50s as a deliberate swipe at the communists, and if you suggest to anyone that it might be time to change it back, they’ll scream at you about upholding our traditions
Hey look, an opportunity to tell my awesome pledge of allegiance story:
So in the school system I was in through the 11th grade, saying the pledge was optional - it was still broadcast every morning, and we had to stand and be respectful and I think the hand-over-heart bit was required, but actually saying the words wasn’t, and the split was about 2/3 of the kids saying it to 1/3 not. I was in the latter group.
Then we moved from Pennsylvania to New Jersey the summer between 11th and 12th grade, and in the new school system, it was required. There was an option to get out of it if you had a note that it was against your religion, but the handbook made it pretty clear that you did need a note, and that there would be repercussions if you tried to skip it without one.
Well. I’d already made my decision about whether I wanted to say the pledge, and threatening me into doing things I don’t want to do has never actually worked, so. I stood respectfully, I put my hand over my heart, and I did not say the pledge.
Nobody called me on it, but the kids nearest the corner of the room where my desk was certainly noticed, and then noticed that nothing happened to me, and apparently decided that if the unpopular newbie fat chick could get away with breaking the rule, damned if they were going to follow it.
And over the course of that year, I got to watch the not-saying-the-pledge expand in a wave across the room, until the last few people in the far corner from my desk rebelled against their neighbors, and respectfully intoned the pledge at double volume, and eventually gave up with that and started yelling it sarcastically.
Which was all entirely amusing, but the bit that makes it an awesome pledge story instead of just a funny one is considering the difference between my original school and the new one: In the original school, the portion of pledge-sayers was more or less stable, and saying the pledge happened, and nobody made a joke out of it. In the new school, they tried to force it, and it only took one person stepping out of line for the whole thing to shatter.
Aww yess my turn.
I thought the pledge was stupid and while I used to get up for it the first year I was here I pretty much went “eh” and stopped doing that too pretty much since the start of my sophomore year. People noticed, no one really cared— by which I man that my teachers never said anything, they just went “eh” and usually by the end of the school year my class would end up having less pople who said the pledge in that same circle ripple-effect thing.
Then in my sear year…dear goodness. So my teacher was this super patriotic white guy, and the first day I didn’t get up he just kept giving me all these looks like hey aren’t you gonna get up and I knew he was doing that so I looked out the window and pretended not to see him. He sent me down to the office. Or more specifically, as I was leaving the room he was picking up the phone and fifteen minutes later I was called down to the office to the VP.
Who insists that I say the pledge, it’s in The Rules, and (I asked, “what if I just don’t?”) threatened to suspend me. Pfft. Well, I wasn’t having that, so I went to look up this supposed rule. Didn’t find it. Found a series of Supreme Count cases where the school forced the student to say the pledge, they took it to court, and the student won. So I printed them out, and went back to the VP. He was all hissy and all “if you wanna then take it up with the principal I’m not handing this I already told you my decision”
(This is why me and my VP never got along, he’s a bit of an arrogant asshole who won’t back down when he’s been proven wrong)
Getting an appointment with the principal takes a bit, so in between I was talking to my old history teacher, who also teaches law, and she goes “huh” and goes to look up this supposed law and finds out that told old law (like, from two decades ago) said that students must stand up and say the pledge, but then it was declared unconstitutional and they took it out of the books. But because it was such a small thing it wasn’t really broadcasted and no one wanted to print out new books (they’re huge) for this tiny change, and when they were reprinted later with other stuff no one noticed. So she prints both versions out for me, and sends it my way.
The Principal, when I see him, has the old version, realized I did research he didn’t, stammers this “I will show the District Attorney and get back to you” thing, then tells me later that I have permission to not stand and say the pledge as long as I get parental permission in the form of a signed letter. And by that point I was like lol sure whatever, so I write this latter and it’s all matter-of-fact and show my mother for signing, but she knows the story and the school system makes her annoyed so she writes out this super passive-aggressive letter and signs it while I’d standing there giggling and that’s what I took to the Principal.
Also made him write out a thing saying that the book is wrong and there is no rule that students have to stand and that I don’t have to say the pledge and it’s under a copy of my mother’s letter and I have it as one of my proudest moments.
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.