Kinda my jam right now *dances in office*
Favorite artist for more than half a year. This is part of the reason.
Tracks
Lilo, why are you all wet?
This is actually heartbreaking when you remember Lilo tells Stitch her parents went for a drive, and the bad weather caused them to crash.
I always thought this scene was adorable
Wow thanks guy
Right in the childhood.
i never made that connection
Oh my god. That’s why it’s so important to her. Oh my god
this is tragic.
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Thoughts on Peace Corps, anyone? Have you volunteered with them, or know someone who has? It’s something that I have thought about for several years, but it hasn’t been until recently that I have seriously considered it. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for it, but I definitely want to learn more about the experiences of those who have been in it. I’m also interested in criticisms of the Peace Corps (is it really that great?) and learning about similar organizations, such as ProWorld.
I see I cannot comment, but I can reblog. So if you have any questions feel free to PM me and we can skype and chat. I am a PCV in Macedonia. so I am 6 hours ahead of Eastern time.
I see a few people commented with inaccurate information. PCVs get birth control… You get condoms in your medical box and can get refills ( but who is having all that much sex over here haha). You can also get a prescription BC and the PCMO if they are in the area will deliver it to you, or you can ask them to give it to a sitemate if you are not going to the office. You can also get BC months in advance.
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Done by Kate @ Tattoo Workshop
What it truly means to be a teacher
I haven’t posted in nearly 2 years. But after a few stressful weeks at work, I was inspired to write this when I got home today.
I read about teaching constantly in the news, and it doesn’t seem to reflect what I experience each day. It’s been increasingly frustrating to me. While it’s very difficult to express in words what a teacher’s day is like, I gave it an honest shot here (warning: there is a little bit of profanity).
What it truly means to be a teacher
12:45pm. I am teaching a 7th period class; we are focusing on the costs and benefits of British rule in India. The students are working on a t-chart on their own, referencing a textbook.
A girl in the front looks upset. Her eyes are glassy. She is finished the assignment far before the others because her reading level is on grade level while many of the students in the same class are still struggling at grammar-school reading levels (I teach 10th grade). She is drawing circles on her paper.
I know she was supposed to audition for the X-Factor, a TV show, yesterday; she had been excited about it for months. I heard through the grapevine that her dad wouldn’t let her go. I kneeled down. “Are you okay?”
Another student shouts from a few rows over: “Ms. D, I need you to show me my grade.” (Yesterday, as I tried to get him to start his work, he told me to shut the fuck up.)
I ignored him for a moment to see if he would notice I am mid-conversation with another student. She nods and says, “I’m fine” unconvincingly.
Again- “My grade Ms. D, I need to see my grade.”
“I’ll show you your grade after class- I’m trying to talk to another student right now.”
“I need to see it though,” he insists. “Is this good? Am I done?” He holds up his t-chart. I’m still kneeling in front of X-Factor girl as she absentmindedly traces the already-drawn circles on her paper.
“Ms. D,” another student shouts from across the room. “Can I stay after class and see my grade too?”
It’s been 1 minute.
1:01pm. We have 4 minutes in between classes and the bell has just rung to mark the end of 7th period. My 8th period class is honors-level and they are preparing for a debate. I need to move the desks from their standard position in rows to 2 large groups before too many students file in. I start in the back and manage to get 2 desks flipped around.
A girl runs in who should have been in my 7th period class but wasn’t. “I came to say bye, Ms. D. I’m not gonna be here anymore.” She’s standing by my desk at the front of the room.
“What?” I ask, not fully processing what she’s said.
“I’m not coming back,” she repeats.
I walk up to my desk. My 8th period has started to file in. “Guys, if you could group the desks into your 2 teams, please,” flitting my hand at them since I’ve been pulled aside.
“My foster mom kicked me out and I’m going to a homeless shelter,” the student continues. “I can’t go to this school from there.”
A student I advise in NHS comes in. “Ms. D, I need to see the papers I gave you earlier today- I think I stapled something to them that I wasn’t supposed to.”
I reach for the file of papers that I had put hers in earlier that day. “You can’t come to CHS still while you’re at the homeless shelter?” I’m flipping through the pages.
“No,” the homeless student says. “Ms. M says I can’t until I’m placed, then maybe I can get transportation.”
I hand the papers to the NHS student that she’s requested. “I need you to sign these- they’re from the donation drive,” she says. I put them on my desk and sign quickly, looking over them to make sure they are what she says they are.
I turn to the homeless student again, not sure even what to say. “Do you have paper? Will you keep in touch? Call me if you need anything? Please?” I write down my phone number for her.
NHS girl waves a paper in front of my face. “Do you need this to verify my hours?” I shake my head.
“Ms. D, I have a question!” calls a student from across the room. I walk over.
The bell rings for 8th period to begin. I turn around and the homeless girl has disappeared; I didn’t even get to truly say goodbye.
It’s been 4 minutes.
1:20pm. My honors students are in their teams, preparing for their debate. There was tension in this class yesterday; the teammates weren’t getting along well. One of my students approached me in the morning saying she felt as if her team was not taking her comments seriously.
Ughhh, so beautiful.
This is really quite good.
her voice. unf
Amazing archeological site in my town here in Sveti NIkole Macedonia. My good friend is an archeologist here so we decided to go for a walk to see its current condition after a long rain a while ago. It was a beautiful day and a wonderful walk however the path up had been washed away so it proved challenging. Beautiful once we got up there.
“Being a woman is not a means to humiliate and punish anyone”
After a policeman in the Iranian Kurdish town of Marivan paraded an accused criminal in traditional Kurdish women’s clothes in the streets in order to humiliate him, women marched in the city condemning the use of women’s attire as a kind of humiliation.
In support, an internet campaign of Kurdish and other Iranian men has sprung up showing men wearing Kurdish women’s clothes and messages and support. For example, this message says,”wearing Kurdish women’s clothes is not only not an insult, it is instead a great honor for us,” and goes on to describe how women stand side by side with men in every part of society and during wartime.
Support the campaign by liking the page!
زن بودن ابزار تحقیر و تنبیه هیچ کس نیست(via Ajam Media Collective)
WOW
So I went to Goodwill today and
they saw an opportunity and they took it.
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I know this girl who’s going into the Peace Corps with her husband and like all of a sudden its all I can think about. Does anyone know anyone in the peace corps or someone who has done it? I’d love to get as much info about it as I can. Maybe possibly AmeriCorps as well. Thanks guyssss
In other news I still have no idea what I’m doing with my life.
Hey if you have any questions, PM me and I will try and answer. I am currently a volunteer in Macedonia. Also if you want to skype that would be cool too… Keep in mind i am 6 hours ahead of Eastern Time
ace world: I need some advice
For the last couple of days I’ve been seriously considering signing up for the peace corps, its something I would love to do but I’m worried about leaving my family. I help take care of my autistic nephew 4 days a week, I’m responsible for getting my father all his groceries and my niece was just…
The peace corps is an experience that you will never regret having. As I was struggling to decide if I should continue my application or not. I heard some wise words from a close friend. Some people find themselves in situations where they have to care for their nephews/nieces/grandparents/parents. You have to sit and think if there is someone out there who can do this. I had to think about my father who was diagnosed with cancer right after my recruiter interview. My father told me to not wait around and idle because I had my own life to live. That being said I was at the beginning of my application process and a year later I was invited to go to Macedonia and my father no longer had cancer. He still has the chance of getting it again but it is good right now.
You may have obligations, but I would recommend to see who else is taking care of your family members. If you are young, your family members may see the benefit of you experiencing the world around you because being a caretaker is a tough position to be in at a young age. Speak to your family members, your peers, etc. Keep going on your application and if something bad comes up you do not have to get on the plane.
ALso, someone I see said something about no/little contact. This is not true. There are a ton of volunteers with internet access, and don’t be afraid to mention the importance of you having internet access during your service. I live in a home-stay with wifi and almost all volunteers in my country have internet access either at home or at work/cafes/etc.
Peace Corps
Does anyone know any one who volunteered with the Peace Corps? I’m seriously considering it. It sounds amazing but I want to talk to actuall volunteers.
Hi! I am a volunteer in Macedonia… PM me and we can figure out something. Maybe we can skype if you want. I am 6 hours ahead of Eastern time so keep that in mind,
Does anyone know about what I should be doing as a high school student to prepare for Peace Corps after I graduate? It seems like such a perfect fit, and I feel like I should be doing more than crisis counseling and being a camp counselor until I get to apply.
I assume you mean after you graduate college because PC ‘s ideal volunteer has a college degree. Volunteer… volunteer for something you are interested in…. And get started on a foreign language.. they want four years of a high school language or two years of college langauge.
