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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
        

            
            

                
                
                    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.


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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.

        

            
            

                
                
                    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.
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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.
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