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A Day in the Life of a 9th Grade English Teacher

I don’t have time to write text posts anymore, or I don’t make time.  Either way, I don’t.  But, today was particularly something, so I feel like it warrants something.

1. Wake up, get ready, get to school.

2. Check school email; receive email from a parent who is: A. appreciative that you sent a reminder email about an assignment that was due today,  B. upset that you didn’t send the email earlier, and C. frustrated that they are a parent.

3. Shrug off the frustration in order to greet and welcome 30 freshman, some settle and some don’t and wander around the room, hitting each other.  I say “Please, make a better choice” several times. One child is the most ADHD I’ve ever seen but not medicated because parents don’t believe in it.  One child just moved from another state to live with his dad after 10 years.  Another child only draws the entire hour.  Another child says “Thank you” to me after every class.  They have the aforementioned assignment due.  Even after 80 minutes of class time, many don’t turn it in.  Many say they “didn’t have time”.

4. They take a word prefix/suffix quiz; after, some read “The Shining” or “The Book Thief”.  Others can only look at picture in magazines.

5. Round #2: another 30 freshman.  One child freezes when adults talk to him.  Another child loves to talk about the social construction of gender.  Another’s mom was just diagnosed with pancreatic cancer; he acts so happy all the time. One child is unwashed, smells so bad that others around him tuck their heads into their shirts.  He was homeless last year, and mom says they’re getting eviction notices now.

6. Prep period: Cut short by an IEP meeting for student who threw a fire extinguisher at a teacher last week, stole a laptop this week and broke into several cars at the mall, maybe someone’s house too.  He’s been nice to me in our English class.  He and mom are 20 minutes late.  She breaks down immediately, starts talking really fast about how people aren’t in her head because “no one knows what she’s thinking”.  Everyone in the room agrees that the family needs mental health support but we can’t provide it.  The principal reiterates that his behavior is dangerous; she is offended, gets up, and leaves, saying “You’re kicking us out of this school”. We spend another 45 minutes outlining a plan for her son that she probably won’t agree to.

7. I missed my 5th hour for the IEP; 6th hour is below grade-level readers and writers.  It takes 5 minutes to settle them down after their passing time.  They jump on each other’s backs, knock things off desks, kick backpacks, dart in and out of the room.  They want to popcorn read and my co-teacher and I hesitatingly agree.  They are awesome.  It’s like poetry, they take turns without distraction, they read for 15 minutes together, popcorning. Then, we try to transition to a new activity and they are yelling, swearing at each other, knocking things off desks. I take deep breaths.

8. Study Skills: Students have a big project due in History in 10 days.  Two kids are working on computers, one kid is just playing “All about that Bass” on Youtube. One child just stares at his computer the whole period, doesn’t move a finger.  Many of them leave their seats to try to jump up to the ceiling.  I explain what a “democracy” is.  I explain why it’s important to capitalize a name, like Adolf Hitler.

That’s Friday.  It’s so hard to describe the rollercoaster that is any given day in a high school.  In the span of a 50 minute class period, there are so many ups and downs and things that happen that would make a normal person rethink everything about their life.  I think I am a normal person, so I often do.  It’s hard to capture the insanity, maybe next time I’ll try to articulate the whole week.

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In response to Nash Grier using “fag.”

This needs to be read/heard by everybody.

Let me fucking hug you.

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In a study of children aged 2-5, parents interrupted their daughters more than their sons, and fathers were more likely to talk simultaneously with their children than mothers were. Jennifer Coates says: “It seems that fathers try to control conversation more than mothers… and both parents try to control conversation more with daughters than with sons. The implicit message to girls is that they are more interruptible and that their right to speak is less than that of boys.”

Girls and boys’ differing understanding of when to talk, when to be quiet, what is polite and so on, has a visible impact on the dynamics of the classroom. Just as men dominate the floor in business meetings, academic conferences and so on, so little boys dominate in the classroom - and little girls let them.

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Working with children for over a decade, this is something I’ve noticed, actually. And for the majority, the little girls in my class and my co-worker’s classes all sit quietly and listen MUCH better than the boys do. Most boys don’t care to be quiet and sit still. And I don’t think this is an attribute of boys being “rowdier” or more “hyper” - believe me, the girls are JUST as off the wall as the boys if you aren’t telling them not to. It must be a learned behavior, and it must be enforced more with the girls so they know they can’t get away with it. You have no idea how many times in my career I’ve heard “boys will be boys,” and smiling parents as they tell me with a laugh, sorry, their son is “wild” and a “handful” as they introduce him to the class.

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And that’s how you do sexism.  That’s how it’s so effectively trained into every single citizen and indoctrinated as normal and right.

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You’ve never seen them like this before. Mind blown!

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11 ways to solve rape better than nail polish

The more we depend on women to prevent rape, the easier it is to blame them when it happens to them. Here’s a look at the well-documented ways we can actually stop rape. Maybe it’s time we invest a little more time and resources into implementing them before we send gallons of nail polish to colleges across the country.

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Isn’t it nice how people twist their religious scripture to suit their weds but when it’s used against them it’s suddenly not okay

I talked to a monk about this quote once (we have mutual friends, and he came to a New Year’s Eve party at my shared art studio). He said this isn’t even talking about homosexuality. That the bible never actually says homosexuality is wrong. What that passage means is this:

Women were treated as subservient and it that you shouldn’t treat other men as subservient, like they are beneath you. It is not talking about homosexuality. If it was, it would say it outright since the bible lists other things outright.

I take the word of a monk who have studied the bible extensively more than a self proclaimed Christian.

The above text, I would like to point out is from the point of view of this translation of the original Hebrew. I spoke with my cousin’s rabbi on the matter and his response was different, saying that it was a mistranslation. See, the true translation says that a man shall not lie with another in the bed of a woman, which is to say, the Hebrews had a shit ton of rules about when a man was or was not allowed in a woman’s bed and private quarters (including, if she didn’t want you there, you weren’t allowed there. Hebrew women were also allowed to divorce their husbands and the image of the ‘oppressive Hebrew people’ is an image that was propogated by Christianity which, historically speaking, doesn’t treat the Jewish people too well and liked to paint them as being rather barbaric and backwards and cultish with their traditions, which, another piece of fun info, their traditions were one of the main reasons why the Jewish people were less likely, in medieval times, to die of the plague. Because washing your hands and avoiding the dead and vermin and the like was a lot of help. Of course the Christians persecuted them for not dying but that’s another matter. I’m sidetracked). So the verse is literally saying ‘Don’t fuck in some lady’s bed because that’s just goddamn rude’

Also, whenever a Christian brings the book of Leviticus up, you should feel free to point out that these are rules that were given to make the Hebrew people prepared for when the son of God came to earth. In Christianity, it’s believed the son of God was Jesus. So by following the rules set in Leviticus or pushing them as things we should follow, they’re saying that Jesus was not the son of God, and that Jesus did not, in fact, die for our sins. Jewish people believe, in their faith, that the son of God hasn’t yet been born, so many choose to follow these rules.

Most people of course roll their eyes when I explain the translation of the verse (full breakdown found here) but it’s always fun to point out the nature of the rules in Leviticus and the implications of following them. 

I’m a theology student and I am on the verge of crying because of how accurate this commentary is. Historical context is simultaneously the most interesting and most important part of interpreting any texts. 

Most religious people seem to base their beliefs on things that are severely mistranslated. I wish they would do their research before using the bible for hate.

I studied theology extensively and was going to become a theologist until I switched majors. The above commentary is 100% accurate and what I try to stress in a lot if conversations with Bible Thumpers.

Jesus also affirms the homosexual relationship between the Roman Centurion and his “slave”. The particular Greek word used to refer to this special slave was “pais”. Greek language studies and contexts show that a “pais” was a male love slave. Regular slaves were called “doulos”. The Centurion makes this distinction clearly when he asks Jesus to heal his slave (pais), and then to prove his status he tells Jesus that his slaves (doulos) go when he tells them to. But this slave (pais) was special. He was the Centurion’s lover.

Hearing this, Jesus was so amazed he says he had not found ANYONE ELSE who had such great faith. He then blesses the Centurion and heals his male lover.

Matthew 8:5-13


In short, the English adaptation is a mistranslated farce.

every time this shows back up on my dash I learn  something new

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I really spent four years in the states thinking this couldn’t possibly be a real thing but then I graduated and everyone knew the pledge of allegiance PERFECTLY and then I realized how true this gifset really is. If you say something enough as a kid, it’ll never leave you. The thing tho, is that normally, kids know lullabies, and songs. Not a poem about mindless patriotism.


SAME! I used to “baaaaaaa” during the pledge in middle school lol

in high school one of my teachers told me that if i didnt say the pledge, i had to write him an essay to explain why. The next day i dropped 5 pages of fuck you on his desk in mla format and i never had to say the pledge in that class again

I used to say the pledge out of anxiety of not doing what everyone else was, but after a while I just went “fuck it” and stopped.

By the time high school came around for me everyone had stopped even standing for it and none of the teachers cared. They didn’t do it either.

I choose not to say the pledge because I care, A LOT, about the fact that our pledge outlines a country that doesn’t actually exist.  I disagree with so much of what the pledge alleges the United States aligns to and believes in.  We are NOT “one nation under” any single God or belief system.  There is not “liberty and justice for all” in so many, many ways.  Saying those things like they exist by standing up and facing a flag and putting your hand on your heart doesn’t make them actually exist.  I try to make sure my students understand that I do not stand and recite the pledge because I “don’t care”.  It’s because I care enough to honestly look at the United States and recognize that we do not live up to our pledge.

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