I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD. THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME. PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”
they could not
But then when I was in second grade (at a different school, because I told my mom I wished I could die so I didn’t have to go to school any more and it alarmed her so much she got me sent to a Montessori-influenced magnet school instead) we had spelling “pre tests” on Mondays where we were given (out loud) a big long list of words to write down, all on a theme (like say “trees”) and ranging in difficulty from simple (“leaf”) to complex (“deciduous”), and depending on how many you spelled right, your spelling words to study for the week were either the simplest set, the medium set, or the most complex set.
Great system, right? Except that I was such an insufferable little bookworm I routinely got them ALL right, which resulted in me being excused from spelling most weeks and told to write a story instead, which is really how it all began, because until then I hadn’t written anything down.
Oppression may stimulate the imagination but nurture and encouragement are where it’s AT
quarantine feels kinda like that area between christmas and new years where i have no idea what day of the week it is, or if i’m supposed to be going to work. AM and PM blend together. i’ve taken four naps in 10 hours. leftovers are my primary foodsource. got that weird sunday anxiety except it’s every day for the next 2 weeks
if there’s any human lesson to be drawn from the covid situation it’s not that the world is better with less people in it, its that a lot of the trappings and trimmings of a capitalist lifestyle are completely unnecessary for daily life, and that becomes a lot clearer when they get put on hold
I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD. THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME. PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”
they could not
But then when I was in second grade (at a different school, because I told my mom I wished I could die so I didn’t have to go to school any more and it alarmed her so much she got me sent to a Montessori-influenced magnet school instead) we had spelling “pre tests” on Mondays where we were given (out loud) a big long list of words to write down, all on a theme (like say “trees”) and ranging in difficulty from simple (“leaf”) to complex (“deciduous”), and depending on how many you spelled right, your spelling words to study for the week were either the simplest set, the medium set, or the most complex set.
Great system, right? Except that I was such an insufferable little bookworm I routinely got them ALL right, which resulted in me being excused from spelling most weeks and told to write a story instead, which is really how it all began, because until then I hadn’t written anything down.
Oppression may stimulate the imagination but nurture and encouragement are where it’s AT
This reporter’s reaction to Donald Trump shitting all over the most obvious softball question is my new most favorite thing of ever.
Yikes
Whitehouse correspondents are some of the ballsiest people in the world especially in this day and age.
Imagine. Your job is to sit in front of the most powerful man in the country if not the world and interrogate him on national tv in front of god and everyone. And that man is both an idiot and hates everyone in your profession.
This guy probably went to college for journalism and clawed his way up through the industry for years to get to the point where he can be a whitehouse correspondent and is putting himself and potentially his coworkers and family in danger of being infected because he’s gotta leave the house every day to interrogate the people who work in the executive branch and report back to his news agency because that’s his frickin job even with confirmed cases on Capitol Hill. And then he asks a baseline simple question and the president calls him stupid.
What. Other response is there other than that? My god. I am just… so sorry for reporters during this time.
do not confuse the lack of foot traffic outside for cleaning the environment. big oil companies dumping oil in the ocean and large industries polluting greenhouse gases are what is hurting the planet.
animals going into the city is just entropy, it is less noisy or they have become dependent on human food or they are foraging. that is just normal. not a sign that mother nature is healing. just shut up.
people aren’t the problem, capitalism is what is causing global warming and climate change. we need to stop massive waste and large scale pollution.
literally anything > people who are bulk buying during lockdown so other people can’t fulfil their basic human needs and the needs of their loved ones.
literally anything > people who aren’t self isolating/social distancing and putting people with vulnerabilities at risk
literally anything > big corporations not making allowances for their low salary workers
literally anything > people with the resources and ability and time to help during the pandemic and doing nothing but complaining about how bored they are stuck at home
I was on the bus thinking about Harry Potter tonight and I remembered the part where the Dementors all show up at the Quidditch game, and I remembered how they were all looking up at Harry, and I wondered why they would all be staring at him, and then I realized that it’s because he has two souls in him.
On this note, wouldn’t that also be a reason why Harry would have had a more negative reaction than his friends (even Ginny)? He was hearing his mother’s voice as she was protecting him, which in itself was his worst memory. but the Dementors were also forcing the piece of Voldemort to relive its worst memory as well… The memory of being ripped apart by the curse that backfired. No wonder Harry passed out so often.
I literally never thought about that.
HOLY
Oh FUCKING HELL, you just made me realize that it wasn’t Harry’s memory that was his father telling Lily to take Harry and run, and it wasn’t Harry’s memory of Lily screaming.
Here I was, just eating a cup of applesauce under the 14-year-long assumption that the reason a small infant was able to remember something was because this was a fictional world of magic, but no, now this entirely reasonable and somewhat less terrifying bubble has burst and I’m never going to recapture that innocence.