I don't know if my elementary and middle school education was just leagues above some other schools or what, but sometimes I'm amazed at how much basic knowledge high-schoolers don't know

Is it just me or did the subplot with Gregory bother anyone else? I feel like he has a right to have privacy during his free time. I don't like that they guilted him for saying he was there to teach first graders. That's literally his job.

What are you planning to do now?

hopefully (fingers crossed) i'm going to become a teacher :)

back on my talking in the tags bullshit like it's 2015 🫡

There's something really special when you don't have to worry about your stims bothering others because you're with people who don't mind your stims or bother you about it! 🥹

Shout out to people who let others stim freely and don't make a big deal about it. You have no idea how much that means!

actually deciding to change how you write letters and numbers is very easy and fun <3

guess who has [jazz hands] severe inattentive-type ADHD

Accidentally made myself sad time to watch Little Robots and think about Stretchy to cope <3

I want............. more tattoos..................

That first panel of that comic I just reblogged randomly reminded me of that time when I was in kindergarten & I came home to find the door locked. My mom had always told me before school if she wasn't going to be home when I got home so I thought maybe she was just asleep or something & banged on the door for a while. I eventually concluded she wasn't home.

Normally, if she isn't going to be home, she would also tell me to go to Ms. Hilda's house (a little old lady across the road that we often visited), so I started walking back up the long ass gravel driveway. When I got to the end of the driveway, I saw Ms. Hilda tending the garden in her front yard. She looked up & called out to me, and I was initially relieved, but then suddenly I panicked. I was just filled with fear as the woman who was basically another grandma to be stood up and told me to come over.

I turned and ran as fast as my little legs could down the driveway, across the the backyard and into my father's shed. I locked the door and just started crying.

I heard Ms. Hilda knock on the door and tell me that my mom told her to that she and my grandmother went out to run errands, and to have me come over like I usually do when my mom isn't home. I refused to listen, refused to unlock the door. I just kept crying & saying that I wanted my mom.

I think I did eventually unlock the door for her, but I don't remember what else happened.

misgendered i expected and deadnamed i didn't but i should have, but i truly did not think i would also spend the day getting called by the wrong name altogether

looking through my 8th grade science notebook n reflecting on that teacher's style and personality, and man, i think i might cry hahaha

What matters isn’t whether you like children or not, it’s whether you still treat them like the human beings with needs and wants who are deserving of respect that they are

Teaching is spending 9 hours at work with no break time and a 6 minute lunch, then coming home to do an hour of housework, resting for 30 minutes, and then working on your bilingual letter sound instruction plans because you just hit 15 students in your room and hell at this point all of them will benefit from the letter sound instruction.

Finalllyy done with my Master's Degree!!

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