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galexion: handmetheshovel: thatguyinthecornerino: randomavengersquotes: lolnerdsposts: robanilla: justsomeonereloadable: thesecretkeith: blanketfortprincette: tastefullyoffensive: (photo by fistfullofcookies) Why do parents always assume their kid is lazy when they get bad grades? Like maybe help your kids by talking to them, not punishing them. This is how I failed math and didn’t even know I had number dyslexia for years. When my sister was in high school she struggled a LOT with math. Like I know a lot of people find it really difficult (myself included), but I mean she was really really bad at it. She has always been a very smart, creative and sensitive person, but math made no sense to her, to the point where passing seemed impossible. I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration. I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated. Just thought a shitty picture like this should be accompanied by a story about a person’s parents who actually gave a shit about helping their kid instead of mocking and punishing them. Read the story Read the story Read the story reblogging for the story. READ IT. THE STORY If it weren’t for my dad I would not be able to read and write. I was born1971 and people really didn’t know or care that some people struggle not because they are lazy but they just fuckin’ can’t do what comes easy to most. My dad did what that father did. Dad was working 12/14/16 hour days. And still… he sat down and read up on shit, talked to my teacher - and then he saved me. Reading has made me. I am a reader. The one thing people know about me is: she reads. Be like dad. Don’t be a tit. R E A DT h eS T O R Y: In Case of "B" Break Glass My daughter is currently pulling a D- in math. This is her phone. galexion: handmetheshovel: thatguyinthecornerino: randomavengersquotes: lolnerdsposts: robanilla: justsomeonereloadable: thesecretkeith: blanketfortprincette: tastefullyoffensive: (photo by fistfullofcookies) Why do parents always assume their kid is lazy when they get bad grades? Like maybe help your kids by talking to them, not punishing them. This is how I failed math and didn’t even know I had number dyslexia for years. When my sister was in high school she struggled a LOT with math. Like I know a lot of people find it really difficult (myself included), but I mean she was really really bad at it. She has always been a very smart, creative and sensitive person, but math made no sense to her, to the point where passing seemed impossible. I will always remember that twice a week, around the kitchen table, my sister would sit down with my dad for hours, and they would try to work out her math homework. I should mention that my dad is an artist, and art teacher. Truth be told I think he struggled with math just as much if not more then she did. But twice a week you could hear them downstairs, going back and forth, trying to figure it out together. Some nights would be smooth and easy, some nights I could hear them arguing from one floor up about factors or equations, not in anger but in mutual frustration. I remember the day that she passed. My sister couldn’t wait until my dad’s school day ended, so she called him at work. She gleefully announced to him “I got a D-!”. We could hear him through the phone as he exclaimed “She got a D!” excitedly to his class. Still through the phone we heard his students clapping, laughing and whooping in congratulations. Seldom has a grade in our household been so celebrated. Just thought a shitty picture like this should be accompanied by a story about a person’s parents who actually gave a shit about helping their kid instead of mocking and punishing them. Read the story Read the story Read the story reblogging for the story. READ IT. THE STORY If it weren’t for my dad I would not be able to read and write. I was born1971 and people really didn’t know or care that some people struggle not because they are lazy but they just fuckin’ can’t do what comes easy to most. My dad did what that father did. Dad was working 12/14/16 hour days. And still… he sat down and read up on shit, talked to my teacher - and then he saved me. Reading has made me. I am a reader. The one thing people know about me is: she reads. Be like dad. Don’t be a tit. R E A DT h eS T O R Y
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poehlerqueen: myassblaster: the last one what I really like about this, is that they’ve included Jaden Smith, who is a youth, and he is talking on behalf of us, speaking the truth. But literally all we see in the media about Jaden is that him and Willow are “weird” “quite unusual  kids” “and very strange” when really he is just being himself, and still adults are not getting that. “They hear kids all the time, but they don’t really listen” Literally sums up his portrayal in the media, they see him, and the hear him, but they don’t acknowledge him for the creative adolescent he is. They just tell us he is bizarre. : nicotine-kisses abc 95% of teenage girls think they're fat. Isn't there something wrong with that? nicotine-kisses Adults hear kids all the time, but they don't really listen at all. nicotine-kisses always being told to 'shut up amd "stop whining', Teenagers are and they're not allowed to have their own problems. nico tine-kisses Bullying, it's hard to explain. There's no logic to it. Just be nice. nicotine-kisses Schools teach kids irrelevant things, but not how to cope with real life. poehlerqueen: myassblaster: the last one what I really like about this, is that they’ve included Jaden Smith, who is a youth, and he is talking on behalf of us, speaking the truth. But literally all we see in the media about Jaden is that him and Willow are “weird” “quite unusual  kids” “and very strange” when really he is just being himself, and still adults are not getting that. “They hear kids all the time, but they don’t really listen” Literally sums up his portrayal in the media, they see him, and the hear him, but they don’t acknowledge him for the creative adolescent he is. They just tell us he is bizarre.
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What if?omg-humor.tumblr.com: cthuhubringerofoookins themid.. Source: ness-and-ins O003 03na4am 24 demigods-in-the-tards mootiness: delicatness checkmyshon123 gratuitousabs: a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know? One minute, 37 seconds. My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None. One minute, 29 secods I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross. overcrowded cateteria One minute, six seconds. Somewhere within these four wals, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They're going through the exact same pressure as me. 54 seconds. Mom said I shouid be excited, not nervous. Yet still find myset wiping my sweaty pams on my dress. I can't beleve she talked me into wearing a dress I mean, shouldn't my Soul Mate meet me as I normaly am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curis? 30 seconds Something deep within me tels me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too, They smle encouragingly up at me. chew my Ip nervously. 25 seconds That same feeling puls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away trom me as take a step in that direction. 20 seconds. Icontinue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up. 19. Faster 18. Quicker. 17, More rapid 16. It's racing. Oh my god this is it. The moment my afe changes forever My eyes search franticaly around the cafeteria searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someane who's heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me. 10 seconds. The teeling directs me sightly to the let. I turn to accomodate. 5. My heart has ghven up entrely 4.1 stop walking 3. Just wating left 2. Everything is about to change 1. Deep breath 0000 d 00 h 00 m 00s Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones "Hello there, love. It appears as though we're- Soul Mates then, eh?" As my words fal me, the only thing1 can think is Tm so glad I shaved this morning. I'm sitting outside a cafe when it happens, sipping some cheap drink, pretending to enjoy the sunshine. The counter runs to zero, and there is an audible click the tab deactivates, fals off. The cink of polyurethane to cobblestone fioor is echoed a few feet ahead of me. I shake a proffed hand, look up at a dsdaintul face This is al I get? It's just a couple more weeks, now. I've been watching closely as the numbers tick steadily down. Just a couple more weeks, I keep telling myself. Out of my group of triends, I'm on what they like to cal the "fast track" people whose numbers start much lower than others. Two weeks, six days, fiteen hours. The clock keeps ticking. Two weeks, one day, four hours The days are getting so close now Fm pretty sure my uncontrolable excitement is starting to seriously annoy everyone around me. My friends tease me incessantly about who they imagine my soul mate wil be. Tal, short. tat dmples, nail biter, foot tapper At one week, three days, and seven hours, the clock stops Instead of a soul mate I get condolences, a therapist, and a broken clock he had atways tried to cover up his clock, it made him teel uneasy and he preferred not to know. He want the moment to be right because it feel right, not because the numbers on his wrist however accurate they might be) said so. Even so, He knew it is soon, the exact time slipped his mind but he knew that there were only hours left when he showered that morning. He had casually wondered what happens to the clock when it reaches zero... And so, on this day, the most important day of his life, Sean made no unusual etfort, the red scart around his wrist stopped the nerves. And the board under his feet distracted his mind. Where was he going? Sean wasn't sure. Fate knew Grinding to a stop at a busy road, his eyes were drawn to a boy in a bright blue sweatshirt, caretuly unnwrapping a bright red scarf from his right wrist He had his eyes closed, and appeared to be holding his breath Suddenly he opened his eyes, but before he looked at his wrist he giance upwards. Sean felt the thump of his heart stopping as their eyes met. The boy in blue began to run to Sean, his face full of happiness and uncertainty. forgetting to watch tramc. Sean was too late. A he could do was shout Bue was becoming stained with red as Sean ran to the fallen boy, He Iitted his right wrist to find the clock stopped at Od 0h Dm 1s and with a haunting feeling he began to unwrap his own wrist, he ddn't know what to hope for Sean's clock had stopped at Od 0h Om 1s There's a minute or so left. I am stil in my room, doodling on my laptop. The numbers bink to zero andi gasp. Ive drawn the most anatomically correct and dynamic figure I've ever been able to draw. "You excited? he asked. 1 can hardly stay soIl she replied. She could hear him chucking on the other side of the phone. His volce was deep when he spoke and she wondered if 1that's what he sounded ike in real life. She looked back down at her watch. One minute, forty seconds. She bounced in her place. She could hear the honking of cars on the other end. "Where are you? she asked Taking a wak he said. Then he gasped. "What? she asked, worried. Even though they had never officially met and had never seen a phato of the other, she had come to care for this voice on the other end of the phone. They had began e-mailing and soon they had grown very antached to each other see her. he said, in hushed tones. "On, my God, I see her. She knew who he was referring to. His clock counted down only a few seconds before hers. She felt her hopes falter, though she should have known trom the beginning that they could never have been together. "On, good!" she said, feigning happiness. She stepped off the curb and made to cross the road. A loud honk made her head snap around to see a truck racing towards her at ful speed.A hand grabbed her trozen body and puled her back. She clutched the stranger tightly, shivering. The clock on her wrist beeped as she looked up into green eyes. The boy put his phone to his ear. "Helo, he said, and his voice echoed from the speaker of her phone. s05 855 notes What if?omg-humor.tumblr.com

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