89cats:
00007 by Andrey Naumov on Flickr.
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I’m a lady again huh ;w;
For the moment, I was feeling nice =u=
…………..I have never considered how hot guys doing gymnastics could be until right now
dietchola:
this guy at my school wears really short shorts all the time and i asked him why he doesn’t wear normal cut shorts and he said “if the sky is out, then my thighs are out” god bless
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sophisticatedlesbian:
talking about how I live surrounded by stuffed animals. I lead a charmed life
sophisticatedlesbian:
yuriadventure replied to your photo: talking about how I live surrounded by stuffed…
you should build a plushie house
hey you kids get the hell off my lawn D<

akanedee:
/gives up
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kennedyclintonkat:
neatpotatoes:
teachers who complain about grading work

are you fucking kidding me.
no.
no you sit the fuck down.
LET ME EXPLAIN YOU A THING
do you know how hard it is to be a teacher in the current economy? do you know what it’s like to frantically prepare students for standardized tests that contain literally nothing you feel like they need to learn but you have to ensure that they score well on them otherwise not only could you lose your job but also the school could lose funding
which means that funding for resources like
- subsidized lunches
- computers for the lab
- the fucking librarian’s fucking salary
could dry up?
do you know what it would be like to be hired expecting twenty children in a class but then half of your colleagues get fired so you suddenly have forty children in a class? and then if you’re an average middle or high school teacher you have five or six or sometimes seven classes?
yeah in case you can’t do math because you were too busy making fun of your teacher to pay attention, that’s 200 or 240 or fucking 280 students. and at least 75% of them turn in every assignment. and then you have to grade them, knowing that if you don’t assign x amount of papers your class could get audited and, unless you have tenure (which some teachers now don’t get until seven years after they have the job - that’s SEVEN FUCKING YEARS OF NOT KNOWING IF YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A JOB THE FOLLOWING YEAR) you could lose your job if the administration doesn’t find your class adequate?
also, on top of grading papers, some districts require teacher regularly undergo retraining for students with disabilities, students with english as a second language, sexual assault counseling, bullying prevention, and community relations? and they’re supposed to do all of this on an average salary of $45,000 a year (which is only slightly more than one year of university, aka in order to pay for their undergrad student loans plus their grad school loans they would have to do nothing but pay down loans with their salaries for six fucking years and not buy food or shelter)?
also, side note: teachers do not ever “get the summer off.” they’re planning the shit out of the school year, and attending training days, and researching ways to make their teaching more effective, and handling panicking parents whose students will be entering their classes next year. “summer off” my ass. teachers work as hard during the summer as they do during the school year.
people on this website complain about being stressed out for a lot of things - some serious, some not.
but imagine the stress of having in your care the education of over two hundred people while paying off an astronomical debt to do an often thankless job
AND THEN GIVE ME SOME PISSANT MEME OF A CRYING GIRL YOU FUCKERS
Reblogging this rant in full because it’s entirely right. My Dad is now teaching (though thankfully he’s not a high school teacher), and he has absolutely no free time anymore. The only time off he had last summer was the three weeks he needed medical time for surgery. Every weekend he has a new pile of essays to mark and he has no say in the amount of work he’s allowed to give his students.
All you shitty teenagers need to fucking get over yourselves and realize that you have life pretty fucking good.
“Flapper “
The notorious character type who bobbed her hair, smoke cigarettes, drank gin, sported short skirts, and passed her evenings in steamy jazz clubs, where she danced in a shockingly immodest fashion with a revolving cast of male suitors.”
“The New Woman of the 1920s boldly asserted her right to dance, drink, smoke, and date— to work her own property, to live free of the strictures that governed her mother’s generation. (…) She flouted Victorian-era conventions and scandalized her parents. In many ways, she controlled her own destiny”
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iraya:
doodling this pasty dramatic fuck makes me a tiny bit happier
healedyetwounded:
it runs in the family
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petrolsocken:

first done
Idon’tknowhowmany to go
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