A reminder that turning in assignments for partial credit is better than not turning them in at all. It is. Even if you think you’ve done a bad job and are ashamed of your work, or it’s way overdue, you take whatever you can get. Partial credit dramatically improves your grade over a zero, and I’m always astounded by how often even the smartest kids don’t really comprehend that. 60% is worlds better than 0%. Even 10% is going to help you. Letter grades are misleading and are not created equal. “F"s are mathematically valuable. Turn that late assignment in.
Okay but, I hate reading hurt/angst but love writing it. Torturing myself is one thing, doing it to characters & audience is another. 😂
me when I click on a hurt/comfort fanfic and there's hurt in it:
At Target this lady told her son he couldn’t have a Wonder Woman doll because “that’s for girls” and then bought her daughter the same one. It got me thinking about how often I see people bar young boys from appreciating girls/women as protagonists and heroes, and my own experience with it as a kid.
you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?
you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?
you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?
you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?
you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?
you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?
you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?
Because I remember. I remember everything.
And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too.
Este poema está dedicado a mi nana, que descanse en paz. Donde sea que te encuentres, espero que sepas que te amo y te extraño. Espero que te guste este poema. Hay otra versión en Ingles titulado “The Rain”.
“La Lluvia”:
La lluvia nos saludo en el principio del fin.
Nos dirigió hacia el camino adelante.
Un camino enlodado, lleno de piedras, con saltos y golpes.
Un camino muy bien viajado.
Un camino lleno de dolor.
Un camino que dirige a todos hacía el mismo, desgraciado final.
Y igual como vino, se fue.
Inesperadamente.
Nos dejó empapados en lágrimas de tristeza, de alegría.
Pero la lluvia nos trajo juntos, nos unió.
Y juntos lloramos su partida.
Llorábamos porque sin ella había una sequía en nuestros corazones que nunca va estar resuelto.
Las nubes también se juntaran, por el resto del tiempo y llorarán por su memoria.
La agua goteando desde el cielo no estará llena de su presencia.
La agua no será suficiente para aliviar el dolor de la desaparición de la lluvia.
Y aunque no queramos aprender a vivir con el dolor y la sequía lo tendríamos que hacer.
Solamente tenemos su memoria para satisfacer nuestra sed de querer verla, de querer estar redondeados de su presencia.
Solamente tenemos su memoria de la frialdad recorriendo nuestra piel, llevando con ella nuestras preocupaciones y dolor.
Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia—llorando gotas tratando de limpiar el dolor de haberla perdido.
Por ella, nos convertimos en lluvia para recordarla.
u got through everything u didnt think u were strong enough for
I feel like I should help spread the news about the events occurring in Oaxaca, Mexico right now. In Nochixtlan, a small city in the state of Oaxaca, is under military and police attack following teacher-led protests against the privatization of public education and the other harms to the education system. Many teachers, students, parents, townsfolk, and protestors are being hurt, taken away, and murdered. People are being denied treatment in hospitals–most likely a police tactic to suppress the protestors. A member of my family has been killed.
So far, military aggression has escalated.
The Oaxaca government is corrupt and the education “reforms” in Mexico are hurting the poor and ethnic groups of not just the Mixteca but of all Mexico. With censorship being a thing for Mexican social media, this is my minuscule contribution to raising awareness to the situation.
I hope you find this helpful. Espero que encuentren esto útil. 😊