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teachers who complain about grading work

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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

BOOM roasted

Just to add to the whole “teachers get the summer off” thing, I know many teachers who take on secondary holiday positions just so that they don’t take as heavy of a salary cut through the summer months. A lot of the time these jobs are barely above minimum wage. So yeah, the next time you wanna bash your teacher, take that shit somewhere else. ‘Cause ain’t nobody got time for that bullshit. 

A message from Anonymous


not just one is that ok? Dear person I hate, Dear bestfriend, Dear future me, Dear past me.

Sure! This is gonna be a long one though - oh hoh hoh!

Dear person I hate,

I hope that you die alone. I hope you die unloved. I hope that you die with all of that debt you’ve garnered from never paying child support on your shoulders. 50,000 dollars worth, fucker. That’s how much I’m worth. That’s how much you owe me. How much you owe my mother. My little brother. Stop trying to get that erased, because you can never take back what you did. What you didn’t do. What you never even tried to do. I hope you die knowing how worthless you are in comparison. But I hope that you live long enough to regret fucking with me. Regret fucking me up. Regret the fact that I became a fantastic person despite you. I hope you read books written by a broken girl, books about other broken people who fix themselves without help from daddy dearest. I hope you read them and realize that I built my family from scratch, from all the people who loved me and supported me and made me laugh; and you lost the chance to be a part of that. You won’t ever get it back.

Dear Best Friend,

I love you. Like, seriously. Like, I don’t know how the hell people expect me to be an adult and make college friends and forget the past because there is no future that I see for myself that you aren’t in. Fuck growing up. Let’s just be kids forever. Let’s live two blocks away from each other and raise our own kids together, and name each other’s dogs and get drunk off wine and stay up talking until three in the morning every friday night. Let’s force our husbands to become best friends just by association. Let’s send each other silly letters and make new memories and never forget the old ones. Let’s never leave each other just because it seems convenient or grown up or sophisticated. Let’s go get shitty diner food at all hours of the night. Just don’t leave me in the dust, okay?

Dear Future Me,

All this crazy shit better be worth it. Even though future me is probably all wise-woman-of-the-forest and shit, don’t forget that I have a lot to learn. I hope that future me is happy.I hope she loves her classroom. I hope she has kids. I hope she has someone to love. I really really hope that she’s not a crazy cat lady. Because although present me might joke about it, I’m secretly terrified that’s actually going to happen. But even if she is, I hope she learns to love herself to make up for being alone. I hope she remembers the happy moments and leaves the melancholy ones in a dusty corner of her brain. I hope she forgets all the embarrassing shit that past me and present me have done. But most of all, I hope she doesn’t forget to make daisy chains or how fun people watching is or where she hid the chocolate (because if I know her, she’s brilliant at hiding things and not so great at finding them). 

Dear Past Me,

You are beautiful. Don’t listen to your family. All that bullshit about “could be pretty” is exactly that - bullshit. There are no could-be’s about your gorgeous eyes or the fact that you can start a whole room laughing with just a giggle. You are worthwhile. You are already stunning. Take some chances. It’s only high school, I promise you that it’s not the end of the world like you think it is. Tell Josh to go fuck himself, he’s gonna cheat on you. Go to Alex Thon’s graduation party, damnit. Everyone’s going to be there, don’t let yourself miss out. Don’t be afraid to look people in the eye. Don’t judge people too harshly, and especially don’t be vocal about it. Everyone is just as lost and confused as you are, and your words can sometimes sting even if you don’t intend to hurt anyone. Love yourself just as much as you love everyone else. And STOP SKIPPING CLASS, YOU IDIOT. 

A message from Anonymous


secretly, I'm a little bit naive

Secretly, we all are. Secretly, we all want to believe in true love and kisses in the rain and friendships that will last into our old age and successful careers with no sacrifices and all those wonderful things that only seem to happen in modern day fairy tales. 

And the truth is, secretly, the only way to retain your sanity is to be a little bit naive. Even when the world is rough and cruel and savage, the hopeful survive because they are able to dream of a better tomorrow. So I applaud you for your naiveté. Without it you might not be as beautiful as you are. 

Anyways, secret for a secret! My love life is an unrequited train wreck. It just slams full speed into walls that I already saw coming from a hundred miles away but I just limp on anyways, gliding into the next disaster until I manage to break my own heart without them ever even knowing. Then I move on to the next hurricane or earthquake or fiery building, burnt and broken and healing myself with the same naivety we share. 

A message from heckyesfruitloops


Hey doll what's up?

Okay so this post could go in two different directions. It could go “Oh I’m great, just stressed over midterms haha, thinking about going home for Ski to Sea!” 

Or you could hear about how I really am. You could hear about how I still don’t know how to react to the death of a friend, how I feel numb and feverish and I can’t keep down any food. I could tell you about how I keep reading and listening and watching poetry because it makes me feel like I can feel again. I could tell you that I’m stressed out of my mind about midterms this week but I can’t bring myself to study because god forbid that might jolt me back into real life when I’ve been living in this surreal daze since sunday. You could hear all of that stuff. 

But how about this? What’s up is that I’m just some college kid going through some shit, and I’ll get through it eventually and just the fact that a perfect stranger bothered to ask about my life makes me feel a hundred times better about it. So thank you.  

shit. so my friend marcus just died in a car wreck. He was my step-sister’s like best friend. she said she’d call me later. idek what to do with myself. i can’t concentrate. forget about homework. idk if i should buy a plane ticket home or not. idk what to do to fix this. how do you fix something like this. shit. sorry for posting personal stuff just kindof on my mind right now.

Rest in peace, Ramon ‘Marcus’ Garcia.  

Saturday Night Selfies. Is this what my life has come to? 

Okay for the million dollar question… Dare I put these on facebook? 

So you know how a lot of colleges have a [university name] confessions page, right? For those unfamiliar with it, students can submit confessions of things they’ve done at school or relating to their lives in college anonymously, and it gets published to a facebook page where people can read them and shit. 

There was a post by a guy asking for tips on talking to girls. And so of course, there were a ton of responses, either giving useful tips or just joking. Some of those jokes, though, they crossed the line. 

“Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?”

“Chloroform”

and my personal favorite,

“Rape is always an option.” 

When I read that, I almost got fucking sick to my stomach. And the worst part? There were TWO FUCKING LIKES underneath that comment. 

I mean, you hear about those ignorant people who think rape is okay, but I have never to this day encountered someone who actually thought like that. Especially in my state (WA) which is one of the most liberal states in the US. Not that liberalism or conservatism has anything to do with whether or not people think something as horrific as rape is okay, but as a general rule, when the society you’re in frowns upon harming or restricting the rights of people (women especially), you just don’t talk like that. 

So this comment shakes me to the core. 

And do you know the worst part? 

When I was writing my reply to this comment, I stopped, worried that people might not think I was cool if I called him out on it. 

I was worried about sounding like a stuck up bitch. 

This guy was completely out of line, but I was afraid to reply because I didn’t want to suffer the backlash and harassment that’s sure to follow. I even considered hacking my brother’s facebook just to post the comment. 

Because a woman calling a man out is bitchy, feminist bullshit that everyone has a right to ignore or debase. But a guy doing it? Commands respect. 

Bottom line? Rape culture not only exists today, but can be as obvious as it is subtle. This is not okay. This needs to change. 

I posted it anyways, because thank god I don’t know this guy, so the chances that he’ll find and hurt or harass me in person are low, but I am anticipating backlash. And I’ll have to deal with it in the morning. And I’ll probably be cast as the castrating bitch of the situation, but fuck it. Fuck him, and fuck those people who thought that him making a joke about rape of all things, was okay. 

I guess being over on the east side is waaaay way different than being up in the beautiful pacific northwest. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t desperately want to transfer to western right now. Because this shit disgusts me. Because people over here are racist and rude and prejudiced and cruel and every bad redneck stereotype you can imagine. People are actually like that. Which is a tragedy to me, because I expected more. I expected better out of you, Spokane. You are part of this wonderful place that I love and call my home. Please don’t make me hate you. 

Ugh sorry personal shit at the end there. 

I only consider someone a friend once we’ve been on a coffee date together. Because honestly, if you can’t just sit and talk with someone for a couple hours about your lives and ideas and hopes and dreams and failures, then are they really worthy of being your friend? If you constantly need to be occupied by doing something else (like sports or a movie or whatever) in order to hang out with someone, are they worth the effort of hanging out with? Maybe I’m just being narrow minded, but I want my friendships to be deep enough that I feel a bond with that person. That I trust them. Is that such a bad thing? 

meet the blogger

clafdair:

  • do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed?  closed.
  • do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels? Not really. They usually end up spilling in my bag anyways, so I’ve decided it’s not worth it. 
  • where is your next vacation? Haha umm home for spring break. I don’t get real vacations. I’m in college bro, who can afford that shit?
  • who do you think reads these? Nobody.
  • do you have a calendar in your room? Nope.
  • what’s your plan for the day? Tomorrow? Umm study for a final on friday, work, possibly go to the gym, clean car, pack, do laundry…
  • are you reading any books right now? Nah but my goal over Spring Break is American Gods.
  • do you ever count your steps when you walk? All. The. Damn. Time. 
  • do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? Not really. I don’t really dance unless it’s at home alone in my underwear to FOB. 
  • do you chew your pens and pencils? If I’m nervous.
  • what is your “song of the week”? ”Brother” by Lord Huron
  • is it okay for guys to wear pink? Totally!
  • do you still watch cartoons? Hmm if they happen to be on and I happen to be lingering…yes.
  • what do you drink with dinner? H2O. Honestly I’m just too lazy to actually make any tea until after dinner haha
  • what do you dip chicken nuggets in? The blood of my enemies. 
  • what is your favorite food/cuisine? THAI FOOOOOOOD!
  • what movies could you watch over and over and still love?  Zoolander. 10 Things I Hate About You. The Fast and the Furious. Jurassic Park. INDIANA JONES. 
  • when was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? A long ass time ago
  • can you change the oil on a car? Not even a little. 
  • best thing to eat for breakfast? Hmm egg scramble with lots of veggies?
  • what is your usual bedtime? Really late
  • are you lazy? yes
  • afraid of heights? Not in particular. 
  • occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?  Writer, Veterinarian, Princess. You know, the usual. 
  • hot tea or cold tea: Almost always hot tea. 
  • tea or coffee? COFFEE. 
  • favorite kind of cookie? chocolate chip peanut butter oatmeal cookies. They’re my goddamn favorite shit ever. 
  • can you swim well? I should hope so, I only did it for 10 years and I’m also a lifeguard. (you know not to brag or anything haha)
  • can you hold your breath without manually holding your nose? Yup
  • who do you want to see right now? The person I kindof have this uncontrollable crush on that I just need to get over because it’s never gonna happen but DAMN can’t a girl dream? and appreciate a cute butt