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John: don’t you hate yourself?

1) this driver had the situational awareness to know what his passenger in the back seat was doing while…

2) maintaining excellent situational awareness of road conditions ahead.

Five: yeah, whenever i’m near someone i have a crush on, i start acting nervous

Sam: you’re always acting nervous

Five: ...don’t think about that too hard

a comic about someone who gets a visit from the reaper a bit sooner than expected, but has someone whos been waiting for them 

@greek-mythographer

Not to mention the fact that Mrs. White isn’t qualified to teach. She should be required to take a remedial English course. “I have went”? please. It’s “I have gone”, Mrs. White. 

Instead of making admin do anything about this toxic policy, they just doubled down harder, to the extent that one girl politely informed a teacher that she felt like she might be about to have a seizure and could she go to the nurse, please. She was denied, sat back down at her desk, and promptly passed out and concussed herself on the concrete floor when she fell. 

Another girl had severe vertigo-induced fainting, could not get a teacher to excuse her from a phys ed class, and fell off a monkey bars and split her head open, and nearly lost an eye because her glasses broke when she landed.

A student with, I believe, diabetes had a severe blood sugar drop and tried to eat a candy bar in a class with a “no food or drinks” rule. The candy bar was taken away, and she had to be taken out by EMTs. 

This kind of human rights abuse in public schools is not new. I graduated a full decade ago. 

When I was in seventh grade, I pretty much got slashed across my stomach by a piece of metal. It’s a miracle it didn’t hit any organs. 

Now, I have an extremely high pain tolerance, so I just tightly wrapped my jacked around my waist where most of the cut was and did my best not to get blood on the carpet. 

When I got inside, I said, “Mr. [redacted], may I go to the nurse? It’s an emergency. I’m bleeding out and may have a punctured organ.” And he laughed and said “No, I’m sure you can survive a little cut.” Now to be fair, he thought I was being dramatic, but I wasn’t. I told him “No, a piece of metal slashed my stomach from my left rib to the right of my belly button. I’m using my jacket to stop the blood.”

At this point he rolled his eyes and said “is it really an emergency? You’re not crying.” And I told him I have an unnaturally high pain tolerance, and that it hurt quite a bit, I was just handling it. I outlined where the cut was and even showed him one end, then the other end, but kept most of it covered because I was fucking bleeding out. 

He told me, “This will reflect poorly on your grade, since you’ve already used your nurse pass this term. I recommend you get a big bandaid from the first aid kit and sit back down, otherwise I’ll have to give you an F for today.”

My teacher told me to put a bandaid on a cut that slashed across my stomach because I’d already used my nurse pass for the term, and if I left it would reflect poorly on my grade. 

Now, I don’t know about you, but I’d really rather not bleed out in a history classroom. So I just walked to the door and said “Mr [redacted], I am bleeding out. If I do not get this healed, I will die. I’m leaving now,” and he still tried to stop me, saying he ‘wasn’t allowed to let students leave during class.’ WELL EXCUSE ME MR. ASSFACE McGEE, WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A CORPSE IN YOUR CLASSROOM BY THE END OF THE PERIOD?