“I am grade 12 student who has just recently graduated. You might call me accomplished, and in a way, I am, but not in the way you’d think. 12 years of pouring over text books and being lined up to be judged in front of my peers has not made me any more intelligent. I can tell you the first 45 digits of Pi and I can explain to you the difference between an acid and a base, I can recite the Pythagorean Theorem in my sleep, I will recite lines out of a textbook like they are a religion. But I cannot tell you the value of security, or of kindness. The distinct contrast between personal health and personal gain. I can tell you in grade 10 four of my classmates attempted to take their own lives before finals. I can tell you our counsellors office is always booked. I can tell you how when I didn’t understand something in AP Chemistry my teacher asked me to leave if I could not participate in his class. I merely asked him to explain a question. Instead of doing his job and teaching, he told me to leave. Told me I was not good enough to be there. Mistakes are viewed as failure in these hallways. A wrong answer is a sin you must atone to, not a human error, but a flaw so grand it defines your entire life course. There is no “average” here. We all must exceed expectations. Do your parents know that a grade that is considered average is a “C”? When I got a C in fourth grade my parents grounded me for a month. They said I was lazy and stupid and incompetent and that I’d better smarten up and stop fooling around. I never fooled around. I am driven by a deep need to impress others. I never fool around. I worked and worked and worked, with a deep hollow of anxiety in my chest. I have never been good at History, but I worked and worked and I attained at best a low B. It was not good enough. It is not said but we are expected to put our education before our personal health. It is not asked of us, but it is what we must do to achieve what we are asked to achieve. Our teachers will tell you, “Oh, I only give them one hour of homework each night.” Which is essentially true, each of my five teachers only gives me one to two hours of homework each night. Hmm, that adds up to 5-10 hours of homework, and overdue classwork, and projects. Say goodbye to sleep, say goodbye to feeling calm. I’ve developed a deep rooted anxiety disorder due to school and perfectionistic tendencies. Even when you get 100 percent on an assignment they still criticise you, it is never good enough. One slip, and you are in deep deep trouble. I can tell you that 90 percent of us try our hardest, and our teachers and parents stand in the sidelines, screaming, “You can do better than that!””
—Why I say our education system is flawed (via joeygattos)
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Women’s Day has been extended until forever because Women are great and why aren’t we always celebrating them
Lana Del Rey - 5 Lolitas (What happens when you layer all four demos and the album version)
This is so sick.
This sounds like it should be a Bond song.
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"Junior was a young male Icelandic orca that was captured (I believe around the same time as Keiko). But although Junior was "for sale" no buyer was found.
Orcas that fail to “adapt” to captive conditions, or otherwise find themselves “surpuls to requirements” are often kept in a back-pen until and unless a buyer can be found. Instead of rehabilitating and letting Junior go home to his family, or even putting him in a sea-pen, Junior was forced to live out the rest of his short life languishing in solitary confinement, without fresh air or daylight, forced to endure the almost constant noise of overhead fans, and in a holding tank that would make even Lolita’s look massive.
Marineland denied his very existence, although he was filmed in the warehouse on at least two occasions.
When he died in the summer of 1994, aged 13 years old, he was reportedly lethargic and psychotic.
Juniors case makes me especially angry, they didn’t just kill that poor orca, they destroyed him, until the poor thing was virtually catatonic. ” — Caroline Cogger
Video Footage of Junior
Jane Fonda in Cat Ballou (1965)
Mrs. Robinson, if you don’t mind me saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange.
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“A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face she inquired, “How heavy is this glass of water?” The answers called out ranged from 8oz to 20 oz. She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them for a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything.” Always remember to put the glass down.”
One of my all-time favorite stress/anxiety metaphors.
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Chinese: 狐狸 - fox; any of several carnivores of the dog family, especially those of the genus Vulpes, smaller than wolves, having a pointed, slightly upturned muzzle, erect ears, and a long, bushy tail.
Happy International Women’s Day, March 8th
"To the people clinging to the notion that female-led pictures are a niche genre, people see them! They make money! The world is round, people!" - Cate Blanchett
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