Goddamn. Smart woman for thinking of the “ordering a pizza” thing, and smart dispatcher for picking up on it.
Well somebody finally gets it!
Every school should be like mine: four hours a day, three time slots you can attend (morning at 8, afternoon at 12, evening at 5), online classes in case you miss a day, english and math direct instruction, bus stop close by, you can graduate early if you want, you can switch time slots if you need to, and they respect if you have a mental disorder/want to be addressed by a different name or by diff pronouns. You can listen to music, too, and everyone is super chill. Small classes where everyone minds their own business and gets their work done. That is how school should be.
Heres an idea!
Go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Jfc our ancestors beat up bears and dinosaurs at the crack of dawn, and you lot are whining about “SCHOOLS UNFAIR CHANGE LESSON TIMES”
Alright buddy i’m gonna need you to sit the fuck down because i’m gonna lay some shit on you. I’m sure you had a great time in high school or college since you had the nerve to tell everybody to go to bed at a reasonable time. I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about it like this but maybe the reason why we don’t go to bed at a reasonable hour is because we can’t? WOW SHOCKING I KNOW.
Now I don’t know what high school was like for everyone else but for me it was fucking hell. During my senior year in high school i had over 3 hours worth of homework everyday. I get off school at 8 pm because of after school extra classes. I get home at around 9:30 and shower and it’s already 11. Well better do my homework if I want to pass this class!!! Time sure does fly when I do homework because wow it’s 3 am already. Time to finally sleep because wow humans need to sleep to have a healthy mind???? And then DING it’s 6am better wake up for school to start this routine all over again for the next 10 months. Over the span of my high school life I had over 10 emotional break downs and depression because of school. Shocking right? School can actually make some people sad and angry.
How the fuck would you feel if you were crammed in a classroom with over 40 students learning the same thing except you couldn’t understand shit so you had to study extra hard and spend more time on your homework than everyone else? Terrible right. Not everybody breezed thru school like you did.
School is different for everybody and everybody’s stress levels are different. Some schools give a fuck ton of homework while some don’t. Some people had fun in school and some didn’t. And I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about it like this but some people actually work after school. Wow students making a living to support their family that’s fucking crazy I didn’t even know that was possible. And don’t even get me started on AP students.
“Jfc our ancestors beat up bears and dinosaurs at the crack of dawn,” Are you seriously comparing us to our ancestors which we had nothing to do with? WHO GIVES A SHIT. DID THEY HAVE OVER 8 HOURS OF SCHOOL? NO. DID THEY HAVE THE STRESS OF NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO FOR YOUR FUTURE? PROBABLY. BUT IT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT WE WORKED HARDER THAN THEM, WE HAVE A TOUGHER LIFE, ADULTS EXPECT US TO AMOUNT TO SOMETHING BUT WILL WE? WE DON’T KNOW. WE HAVE MORE STRESS ON OUR MINDS THAN A PSYCHOPATH WITH A MENTAL DISORDER. AND YET WE’RE STILL LIVING, BREATHING AND WORKING HARD SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT GOING TO BED AT A REASONABLE HOUR BECAUSE WE FUCKING CAN’T.
HOLY SHIT THANK YOU
thank you SO MUCH //applause
ALSO DINOSAURS WERE LONG EXTINCT BEFORE HUMANS EXSISTED
where are you from?
- Parent: what does a cow say?
- Baby: "moo!"
- Parent: yes! And what does a sheep say?
- Baby: "baah!"
- Parent: yay! And what does a pig say?
- Baby: *whistles* "damn babygirl u a fine piece'a ass wanna hop n my car n ill drive ya to pound town!!"
As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.
The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.
The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.
As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.
My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.
I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.
These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.
Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.
The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.
You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls
*runs to target- i need to get my babydoll one for her 1st bday
ohmygosh and the one from Ethiopia has natural hair which you can’t get from the American Girl “just like you” dolls!