calambre espiritual

Ask   muchachas bicicletas y demas que se me antoje / nsfw / guadalajara méxico

cadenced:

Portraits of Vincenzo Nibali (using marinara sauce), Chris Froome (using curry sauce), Michal Kwiatkowski (using poppy seeds) and Tejay van Garderen (crushed Oreos) by pedal-strike.

— 18 hours ago with 150 notes
#too cool 

donutsornonuts:

We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.

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— 20 hours ago with 300930 notes
drunkenkeith:

loving-cupcakes-and-people:

paranormal-intercourse:

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.

In second grade I once used a dash to connect one half of a word to the next because I’d run out of room on the line to write, the teacher who covered for our main teacher on Thursdays yelled and embarrassed me in front of the class on the first day of school about it saying I was wrong and accused me of lying when I said I’d seen it used in books because I was 7 and shouldn’t be reading books “above my level”

When I was in 3rd grade, I refuse to read the little kids books, because it was too difficult. I was put in a special reading class, and I past with flying colors, so the teacher asked me why it was difficult for me to read, and I told her, “The teacher never let me finish my sentence. It’s too difficult for me because, I find it uninteresting, and no good plots to these stories at all. If I’m going to read, I rather read something that can obtain my attention.” It took me a whole year to get out of that class, because the school was making money off of me being there.

I was bullied all through middle school and rather than actually deal with the bullies, the school decided *I* was the one with “behavioral problems” and put me in a special ed class that was filled with the same kids who bullied me. Instead of trying to keep them away from me, they forced me in a room with them all day. That is to say nothing of the fact that putting me and other ”problematic” students (ie. the bullies) in that class detracted from helping actual special needs students. It took over a year of my parents complaining for them to let me back in regular classes, but by then everyone knew I was *that kid* and I continued to get bullied all through high school.
Thanks a fuckton, American Education System.

drunkenkeith:

loving-cupcakes-and-people:

paranormal-intercourse:

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.

In second grade I once used a dash to connect one half of a word to the next because I’d run out of room on the line to write, the teacher who covered for our main teacher on Thursdays yelled and embarrassed me in front of the class on the first day of school about it saying I was wrong and accused me of lying when I said I’d seen it used in books because I was 7 and shouldn’t be reading books “above my level”

When I was in 3rd grade, I refuse to read the little kids books, because it was too difficult. I was put in a special reading class, and I past with flying colors, so the teacher asked me why it was difficult for me to read, and I told her, “The teacher never let me finish my sentence. It’s too difficult for me because, I find it uninteresting, and no good plots to these stories at all. If I’m going to read, I rather read something that can obtain my attention.” It took me a whole year to get out of that class, because the school was making money off of me being there.

I was bullied all through middle school and rather than actually deal with the bullies, the school decided *I* was the one with “behavioral problems” and put me in a special ed class that was filled with the same kids who bullied me. Instead of trying to keep them away from me, they forced me in a room with them all day. That is to say nothing of the fact that putting me and other ”problematic” students (ie. the bullies) in that class detracted from helping actual special needs students. It took over a year of my parents complaining for them to let me back in regular classes, but by then everyone knew I was *that kid* and I continued to get bullied all through high school.

Thanks a fuckton, American Education System.

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— 20 hours ago with 347921 notes
#education  #usa 
"

Anarchists did not try to carry out genocide against the Armenians in Turkey; they did not deliberately starve millions of Ukrainians; they did not create a system of death camps to kill Jews, gypsies, and Slavs in Europe; they did not fire-bomb scores of large German and Japanese cities and drop nuclear bombs on two of them; they did not carry out a ‘Great Leap Forward’ that killed scores of millions of Chinese; they did not attempt to kill everybody with any appreciable education in Cambodia; they did not launch one aggressive war after another; they did not implement trade sanctions that killed perhaps 500,000 Iraqi children.

In debates between anarchists and statists, the burden of proof clearly should rest on those who place their trust in the state. Anarchy’s mayhem is wholly conjectural; the state’s mayhem is undeniably, factually horrendous.

"
Robert Higgs (via anarcho-alowisney)

(Source: paleolibertarian, via libertariantaoist)

— 23 hours ago with 46 notes
#anarchism  #robert higgs  #government  #statism  #horror 
"Do you ever go to a restaurant and the waitress takes everyone’s orders and then it’s your turn and you’re like I’ll have the blah blah blah with cheese please and then you become instantly self-conscious because the words cheese and please rhyme and you secretly wonder if everyone is inwardly judging you because they think you were trying to be witty and clever by intentionally rhyming cheese and please but in reality you were just trying to order something to eat w cheese on it because cheese is holy manna from heaven and you’re mom raised you to be a polite homeslice so you said please and it just happened to rhyme with cheese and you weren’t trying to start a career as a rap artist and the more you think about all this crap the more confused you get and your emotions just spiral downward until you feel like making dying seal noises and violently twerking"
Adam Young
UPDATE: This has more notes than any other post on my blog, seriously leave it alone now. (via pendrakeon)

2 more notes for you.

(via tagged-do-not-read)

— 3 days ago with 126 notes
#cheese  #please  #lol 
J. E. Barragan

J. E. Barragan

— 3 days ago

sorry:

one day i’m going to rule the world, but until then you’ll find me in my bedroom pretending that I don’t exist

(via dewy-dewdrops)

— 4 days ago with 25798 notes
"It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any."
Hugh Laurie (via larmoyante)

(via faessbender)

— 4 days ago with 16049 notes
#now  #not ready  #hugh laurie  #quote