Jesus was a homeless Palestinian anarchist who held protests at oppressive churches, advocated for universal health care and redistribution of wealth, before being arrested for terrorism, tortured and executed for crimes against the state, now go ahead and explain to me why he’d vote conservative. I’ll wait.
i’m sorry that’s just the best sentence i’ve ever read
Canon Jesus is so much cooler than American Jesus.
This morning I read an article saying that Tom Daley was planning to retire after the Commonwealth Games because he had ‘no chance’ of medalling at Rio 2016. Like many others, I found it somewhat irksome.
I’ve never met Tom Daley. I am just one of millions who have been impressed with his incredible athletic skill, his honesty and his bravery. Since Tom Daley became World Champion at the age of 15, a lot has happened in his life. He has lost his father, grown into an adult under the media’s harsh gaze, finished his education and, we know now, has all the while been questioning and struggling with his sexuality in one of the traditionally most unforgiving industries. That’s a lot for anyone to deal with, especially a person who has expectations of him held so high by the British public. Thanks to his video posted last December, one of these loads had been somewhat lightened.
Since winning an Olympic Bronze medal at London 2012, Tom has gone through something of a rough patch in his career. While many are quick to blame this on the media commitments, which while they may have been a factor in terms of being a distraction, actually take up a very small amount of his time. Tom trains just as hard as any other athlete in Britain, but his celebrity means that the things he does while not training are more widely seen. In 2013 Tom was plagued by injury, leading to him finishing sixth in the World Championships, as he required medical attention just days before. His ‘twister’ dive, for which he famously was granted a re-dive in London, had become a psychological issue. These two factors, injury and something akin to a phobia, are the reason that Tom Daley has not been dominating diving as he once did.
All of this being said, Tom now has a new coach and new facilities. It has made a huge difference. Anyone who had watched, as I did, the Mexico leg of the 2014 Diving World Series would know this. Tom scored a new personal best, and came in silver, only a few points behind Chinese World Champion Qui Bo. In the prelims, he scored a set of perfect 10’s on one dive - that means that not one of the judges could find anything to fault in his dive. In the recent World Cup he looked set to medal, maybe even Gold, again. Unfortunately, both he and Bo dropped a dive (in the third round of competition of the day). This meant that out of every 10 metre platform diver in the world, a mistake caused Daley to come fourth. So high is the expectation on him, that fourth in the world is seen as a ‘let down’ by the press. Also worth noting is that Olympic Champion the American David Boudia has been getting pretty similar scores to Tom all season - high scores, but not quite as high as the Chinese. Because he is not as famous, there are no rumours of Boudia retiring.
The point I’m making is that Tom Daley remains a focused, gifted and hugely driven athlete. His new coach, the highly successful Jane Figueiredo, moved from Houston to England to coach Tom and says she wouldn’t have done so if she ‘didn’t think he had a really good chance of Olympic gold.’
It kind of makes me sad that I even felt compelled to write this blog post, that the public and the press could be so fickle. All they read is ‘Daley came fifth/sixth’ and are so quick to jump to conclusions. After having being administered local anaesthetic for a torn triceps literally days before, he still came sixth in the world. Can we celebrate the amount of skill and determination that took? His ‘twister’ dive, also, has now come on leaps and bounds. Even when seen as off form, and frustrated, he has been up there with the best of them competing to be on the podium. Given how he has performed in the past month or so, Tom Daley is soon to be back on top. I personally can’t wait for the World Championships next summer.
In just over a week, Tom competes in the Commonwealth Games, where he is the favourite to win gold. I hope he does win gold and I hope, very much, that this puts the doubters to rest and those in the country (a minority) who have been doubting him are once again reminded of his incredible talent.
NO OKAY SERIOUSLY FUCK THIS EPISODE.
THIS MOTHERFUCKING CARTOON ABOUT HOW ASH ADOPTS CHARMADER RUINED MY ENTIRE FUCKING CHILDHOOD
ASH AND GANG FIND THIS LITTLE GUY, SICK AND INJURED ON THIS FUCKING ROCK AFTER HEARING THIS FUCKING DOUCHEBAG TRAINER BRAGGING THAT HE ABANDONED HIS CHARMANDER BECAUSE HE WAS WEAK. AND CHARMANDER IS LOYAL AS FUCK SO HE’S WAITING AND WAITING AND HIS TRAINER THINGS THIS IS FUCKING HILARIOUS BECAUSE HE’S A TOTAL ASSHOLE.
DO YOU KNOW HOW A CHARMANDER’S TAIL FLAME WORKS? WELL LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU. IF HIS FLAME GOES OUT, HE FUCKING DIES.
SO ASH AND GANG RUSH TO SAVE CHARMANDER BECAUSE IT’S RAINING FUCKING HARD, AND WHEN THEY GET THERE HE’S BEING ATTACKED BY SOME SHITTY BIRD POKEMON AND HE’S STRUGGLING SO HARD TO STAY ALIVE AND HE’S HOLDING THIS LITTLE FUCKING LEAF OVER HIS TAIL FLAME WHICH IS SO SMALL AND ABOUT TO GO OUT
AND LITTLE 8 YEAR OLD ME IS JUST FUCKING HYSTERICALLY CRYING OVER THIS FUCKING CHARMANDER AND THE CRUELTY OF MAN
FUCK THIS EPISODE FUCK YOU CHARMANDER
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.
The cursive thing literally happened to me!!!!!! My dad taught me how to write my name in cursive and the teacher made me change it back to print.
Before I got to Pre-K, a lot of places called me a prodigy because I learned how to read and understood phonetics incredibly well before the age of 3. My school still wouldn’t accept me as a student until I turned 3, though (my birthday was in December), so I had to wait another year. So I learned addition and subtraction. I got in trouble countless times in Pre-K through 4th grade for “being too smart” before I lost interest a bit and my grades began to drop a little in 5th grade.
When I reached high school, a lot of my friends knew how to play an instrument, or dance ballet, or karate, or do something extra-curricular. My parents couldn’t afford to get me a teacher for any of these things as a child because we were always kind of short on money. My version of my friends’ extra-curriculars was learning and drawing, but school punished me for both of those, so I held myself back.
I still believe to this day that I, and hundreds of other people, would have been more intelligent and excited about life if the education system didn’t demonize learning.
My parents transferred me from the public school on my street to a local catholic school purely because my second grade teacher refused to give me harder work (after my K and 1st grade teachers had done an amazing job of challenging those of us who were smart). Not only did she cause a huge stink with the principal and mocked me often, a school counselor told my mom that she was too pushy and I would end up anorexic. And I was the one saying I was bored in class.
The catholic school principal was aghast when my parents told her the story and I was placed in classes that challenged me. Hell, my 8th grade teacher got me a separate vocabulary book when I asked for something harder since I had done the one she was teaching already and gave me my own tests for it and everything.
There are plenty of amazing teachers who go the extra mile, in public or private schools, but it’s very sad and pretty mentally dangerous when teachers like those mentioned above not only refuse to do so but tamp down creativity in various ways. It sucks :/
In second grade, the books on the classroom bookshelf were organized by month - like we were supposed to read these books in September because they were easier, and the hardest ones were in June, because we’d have gotten better at reading by then. You were encouraged to read the books in the specific month we were in, but she turned a blind eye to the struggling readers who went a couple months back. I figured if they could go a couple months back, I could go a couple months forward, right?
She yelled at me in the middle of class when she saw me taking a book from a later month and asked why I tried to take it. Bear in mind I was cripplingly shy, so I blushed and shut down. She ripped it out of my hands, told me I wasn’t good enough at reading to read the book anyway, and told me to go put my head down (which was a common punishment - you had to go to your desk and fold your arms and put your head in them like you were sleeping, and not talk to anyone and no one could talk to you)
The next day in class I went up to her and asked if I could please read the books from the later months. She again insisted I wouldn’t be able to. I was so desperate for something good to read that I pushed past my shyness and said I could show her. She grabbed a book from the next month’s section and flipped to a random page and told me to start reading, and I read it just fine.
She suddenly got really upset with me and kept slapping down books and telling me to flip to a random page and read it. My voice was shaking and I was trying not to cry, but I got through all of the months of books.
She left and came back with the highest level of fourth-grade books, the highest grade in our elementary school, slapped it down and told me to try that one. I got all the way to the last line on the page and tripped up over the word “homogenized.”
Rather than being impressed that I could even get through the majority of a page of a book that was considered a difficult book for a grade two years above mine, she grabbed the book away and said something along the lines of how I was making my classmates feel like they weren’t smart by “showing off” how well I could read.
It was actually the fourth grade teacher whose class my teacher had borrowed that last book from who saved me, offering to let me go in her class and read the books they had there whenever it was reading time. If she hadn’t, I’m more that sure my education would have been severely stunted by that incident.
Sadly, this kind of thing continues into college and the working world. I was accused of plagiarizing a report while working on my MIS, despite having had 10+ years working experience in the information systems field. Then you have to deal with idiot bosses who think they’re better than you, just because they were hired as a VP, sans any real knowledge or experience. I was fired for going above my idiot boss to fix a serious network security flaw that he kept ignoring, and he was threatened by such a “power move”. 9_9
The shitty education system just prepares us for shitty jobs in the future.
I’m very curious, how many of you are female? I’ve never experienced anything like this in the British education system, I took shit from other students for being a ‘book worm’ once or twice but never the teachers. So reading all of these things I’m wondering whether it’s the American education system, with which I’m totally unfamiliar, or it’s a sexism thing. Or, potentially, a race or class issue?
The girl who was my elementary school girl friend just got engaged and I’m sitting here single wearing a pug shirt and hamburger underwear
Just remember, u r someone’s dream girl
I’m a boy
Tumblr has made us forget that some people are actually straight
jesus this post is one train wreck after another
My great grandpa got hit by a train once.