Kicked out of Krakoa

Teachers beg parents to read to their kids. Parents don't. We try to get kids to work through frustration, but parents have given them screens to microdose them with dopamine all day long, so they're incapable of focusing or sitting with discomfort. We're not allowed to tell kids they're wrong, and not allowed to hold kids back even if there's no way they could succeed in the next grade, since they can't read. When we do get to hold a kid back? Parents can appeal it and the school board will automatically pass the kid to the next grade in most districts.

I just have some problems with it.

Look. I do agree, trying to paint everyone with "teachers couldn't care less" brush is bad but having saw how other teachers acted when my mom WAS teaching, especially in special ed, has left me with the idea that yes, there are teachers that care. There are teachers that try. There are teachers that go outside of their expected duties and means to try and get something going for these kids. My mom was one of these And by the sound of it, Auseful if they teach also is one.

And then you have the teachers that just fucking don't care. At all.

The ones that don't document stuff not because it takes time away from them, but because they just don't like paper work. Or dumping the expected paper work onto someone else. Or, after my mom switched from teacher role to an administration position, walk into the class room, the kids are being kids and not doing work just kinda acting up and the teacher is on fucking instangram. Hell a handful of these would try to get a kid tested not out of the kindness of their hearts to put them into a more suitable teaching environment but because FUCK I don't wanna deal with this brat, get him away from me!

These teachers stay because well there's not enough teachers, they don't rock the boat enough to get canned, and they still do the job which is 'just pass the kid'. And it's not about teaching the kid to think or learn but just how to not annoy the teacher for most the year and how to pass the few tests that actually matter.

Admins aren't much fucking better, as Aseful said, "We want documentation" for like EVERYTHING among other issues(my god the fucking petty arguments my mom overheard, like some of these higher admins were arguing about fucking FIEFDOMS not schools). Oh and that donation you raised for library books? Just gone. Fuck you dunno where it went. Don't look at the new car the Principal bought or the new bus for the football team.

So you have a good storm of number of parents don't care because their child is perfect(of course they are, THEY THEMSELVES are prefect, what do you mean my child is on the spectrum, are you saying I'M RETARDED TOO YOU LITTLE BI-), a number of teachers that don't care(treating the entire thing on the level of fucking DMV operations), and a number of Admin that also do not fucking care(save for not wanting to look bad and keeping the funding coming).

In literally the sense of 'when Phonics became the new standard, people still pushed back to this change and forced us back to Whole Language/Balanced Literacy' and 'No Child Left Behind policies changed how willing teachers were to fail students'.

"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.

And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?

But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.

Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?

What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."

From one of the most depressing articles I've read in a while:

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Sure, his clothes are fuck ugly, but they are built to last! And they are less romper-forward, which from a practicality standpoint is favorable. To me, personally.

I would also like to submit for evidence of Garak’s fashion sense being a net positive on the station:

In southeast Louisiana, all the canals they dug created saltwater intrusion, which, wouldn’t be an issue if we hadn’t intervened in other ways.

BUT, since we diverted part of the water of the Mississippi River to protect New Orleans, all of the sediment isn’t reaching the delta to restore what salt water intrusion is eroding.

We disrupted natures ability to heal itself in the name of commerce.

To this day, we lose 2 football fields per year to saltwater intrusion. Our delta was our strongest protection against hurricanes, since they created a land barrier to starve storms of energy before they reached more densely populated areas.

(And since we’ve made the climate worse with constant fossil fuel consumption those storms are only getting stronger but that’s a story for another post)

So yeah. Canals kind of doomed New Orleans and most of southeast Louisiana. Grand isle is a shadow of what it once was and a bunch of other smaller communities don’t even exist anymore.

So uh. Yeah. I don’t care if canals are the most efficient foolproof way of transporting cargo. They’ve fucked up the wetlands of my home in a way we can never truly recover from. Like they’re TRYING but the state government dumps all the coastal wetland money into oil subsidies instead of restoring what we’ve lost.

Remember when Lil Nas X beautifully explored his sexuality, seduced and killed the devil to the banger of all time, and instead of cheering on this openly gay and proud Black artist for his artistry and fighting back against respectability politics, suddenly said respectability politics was all the Queerest Place on the Internet cared about? Hm. Wonder what happened there.