so i have the choice between the black kitten who is playful but really cute or the calico one who is playful but cuddly and adorable af. i want the calico but i feel like she’s putting up a front and once i choose her, she’ll be evil and ruin all my shoes so i noped the calico one and choose the black one
![fromseveralroomsaway:
miceandtimelords:
cacophiliac:
True story time.On my last year of high school in December, my best friend died. I was slung deep into grieving. Already suffering with anxiety, which was officially diagnosed and I was being treated for it, I didn’t take the death so well. It was extremely sudden.I didn’t turn up to school for months. When I did I had to be kept in a seperate classroom and do my work privately. Even THEN I couldn’t last a full day at school without having to go home or risk bursting out into tears.After a while I was forced and pressured into going back to classes and spending full days in school again, despite my clear unstable state. My ‘friends’ were gossiping about me heavily, and everywhere I turned I heard whispers about how I’m just doing it for the attention.So I had a choice. Hang out with people who I knew talked about me behind my back, or be alone for the rest of the school year.This is on top of my IT teacher lecturing me regularly to do the heaps of work I’d missed out on. This is on top of my Science and Maths teachers being EXTREMELY strict about the homework that I couldn’t do, because when I was at home I was either trying to relax, crying, or in therapy. Every single time I sat down to do homework I burst into tears over how my entire future was now destroyed, and my best friend who was usually there to help me was gone forever.This is on top of my English teacher losing ALL of my coursework for the past year or two, meaning I had to redo it all. They would hunt me down about it.I had to drop all but one of my choice subjects just so I could even begin to consider handling the other classes.And all this is despite the school being fully informed of my mental health and my situation at the time. This is despite all the staff being alerted of my state, and being told to lay the fuck off me for a bit.And you know what?I barely did a single drop of work.And when I did work, I just copied other people or copied down from Google.The only class I actually worked in was Art. You know why? Because that teacher was kind. She lay off me, she spoke things through with me, and she was so understanding. She made sure that I knew even though I had to do the work or risk failing, that I didn’t get too overwhelmed or stressed from pressure. She did everything she could to make it easier for me.I passed almost every single one of my classes.I 100% guessed my way through my science and maths exams. I genuinely have no idea how it worked, but it did. I did not know a single answer on the exam, yet I still somehow passed.People say that you’ll miss school after you leave.I’ve left school.I wouldn’t go there again for one single day if you paid me.[In fact, they offered to pay me to go to continue my education. I refused.]
That’s the stupid thing about this system! Grades aren’t about intelligence at all.It’s just about how much sanity you’re willing to sacrifice.
#i would probably be a teacher if i didnt disagree so much with the system
Then become a teacher to change this system. How will it ever be fixed if we don’t fight for change?](http://25.media.tumblr.com/fb6c63fcb0cae03bdeeb426164e23340/tumblr_mk7d5ncSAY1r8i0r0o1_500.jpg)
