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My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to have had caring teachers and peers throughout my public schooling. It makes me so angry to see education treated not as a way of learning and bettering one’s mind but as a way of getting children to conform to a curriculum regardless of what they need or want. Certainly, education is very important, but only when it is actually education, and not the sort of bullshit a lot of people have to endure. 

I was constantly in trouble for reading ahead during group reading things and for reading books when I fished my classwork because apparently staring at the wall is a more productive thing to do after you finish your work. One of my middle school teachers asked my mom to stop letting me bring outside books to school because I was getting “distracted”. My mom asked if I read the books during instruction, etc. My teacher confessed that I was only reading independently when my work was finished and I’m pretty sure my mom almost ate their face.

Fuck, my teachers used to let me help teach the other kids,

I get in trouble for reading after I finish my work too, especially in form. When the teacher is silent and only marking the roll, why do I get yelled at for reading a book and furthering my education? He required no input on me to mark the flipping roll.

I used to read college level books in Junior High, three of my teachers took away my own books and either tried to throw them out or locked them in their desks. I would always get the books back when I thretened to tell my parents. And the funny thing it was classes in which the work was so easy I finished the work in ten minutes or less. They didn’t like that I finished the assignments easily and showed the work, even if I didn’t need to. My Band teacher in Jr High, didn’t like that I could play my French Horn as well as a High school student so she deducted points on my lessons/assignments, And she gave me the worst parts when I was first chair. The one other girl knew what was happening and gave me her parts. 

this sounds exactly like To Kill A Mockingbird…

Man, I am so, SO glad I’m Canadian. This kind of shit? Pretty much never happened - and I went to a CATHOLIC school.
In fact, this sort of thing only happened once, in Tenth grade, and the teacher who was pulling this bullshit? He was not only fired, his license was permanently revoked

My 6th grade English class was so simple, and my middle school didn’t have AP classes, so they put me in the 8th grade English class, then put me back in the 6th grade class after I tested well into college level writing courses during a comprehension test. They said I was obviously cheating somehow, because I never participated in class, and a sixth grader couldn’t possibly succeed like I was without outside help.


Thank god for good education

My English teacher sophomore year yelled at me for writing a book during free time in our class, because I was supposed to be analyzing Of Mice and Men. She ignored the fact that I was a already finished with my report and was trying to make history through writing a (hopefully) timeless 120,000 word novel.
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{ as the world slowly disappears }
dieu-de-la-mer: "6 12 16 18 :)"

6. Favorite Band: City and Colour and Marina and the Diamonds
12. Ideas of a perfect date: We take a road trip somewhere, like to some kind of body of water. Where we picnic and swim and lay on a blanket and talk. The stars must be visible on a perfect date, that’s a must. And I have to be passionate about the person, that’s a must as well.
16. Favorite movie: umm all of the Harry Potters
18. Phobia: Hell

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

— Robin Williams (via skateeofmind)

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I am honestly in shock. He was one of those actors who shaped my view on cinema and comedy. From Jack to Jumanji, Aladdin to Ferngully, Mrs. Doubtfire to Dead Poets Society. Robin Williams was always present during my childhood and it shocks me to no end how he is gone so quickly and so soon. He was truly one of the most talented and funny actors of his time. Rest in peace, sir. Thank you for giving everyone a friend like you.

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Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.
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I thought leaving you would be easy,
just walking out the door
but I keep getting pinned against it
with my legs around your waist and it’s like
my lips want you like my lungs want air,
it’s just what they where born to do so
I am sitting at work thinking of you
cutting vegetables in my kitchen
your hair in my shower drain
your fingers on my spine in the morning
while we listen to Muddy Waters, I know
you will never be the one I call home
but the way you talk about poems
like marxists talk of revolution
it makes me want to keep trying.
I’m still looking for reasons to love you.
I’m still looking for proof you love me.
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