I hate when tv shows are like "dont go anywhere we'll best right back."
Bitch, you dont know my life. Da fuck.
June 2011
“There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.”
—Patrick Bateman- American Psycho (via thrashxbrownsxjho)
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waldosia
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
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I Feel Unmotivated →
ifeelunmotivated.com
Seriously, this is a good thing to visit.
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That awkward moment when you have to make up an excuse to not hang out with someone because you'd rather chill at home.
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My heart hurts.
I got a call today from the Principal that I work for at CDS and I was told that I am now going to have to start at a different site when we come back from summer break. For the past year I have been working at a continuation high school site, one classroom, that is located at a drug program center: working with students who have either ‘behavioral problems’ or are sentenced there from drug court.
Within this past year I’ve had the honor to work with kids that are neglected by the system, peers and even at times their own families. I can say that without a doubt I have been able to touch the lives of many kids and in result have learned and grown as a person from the very kids who are my students. I can’t give the attachment and respect I have for my students justice in words, but I’ll try.
I have had the opportunity to gain their respect and can even attest to the fact that some of them have told me I’m a role model to them or have changed their outlooks on life. That alone in itself is an accomplishment; not to mention I have enjoyed finding ways and succeeding (and even failing at times) to let them see the way learning can be both beneficial AND fun.
Through the times I experienced at Eastlake’s Youth Center, the bonds and experiences I’ve had the honor to partake in with these students will leave an everlasting mark on my life, memories and character. Though it hurts me dearly to have to come to terms that this placement is out of my hands, I know that there is always positives to everything and that sometimes ‘bad things’ are a blessing in disguise. After the initial reaction of panic, and crying settled, I know what I have to do and I will do it without complaint because that’s just part of becoming an even greater person.
I will however go back one last time to the classroom of my lovely schoolchildren and address them as a whole and say my goodbyes. I also plan to address them independently one by one by giving each and every current student of mine a letter telling them how much I appreciated working with them and be allowed to be trusted by them.
These kids that everyone judges, that everyone tries to ‘fix’ without learning to personally know them, who put them down because they decide to live outspoken, claim ‘hoods’ and ‘gangs’, resort to drug use, or need alternative methods to learn are all unique, wonderful individuals that I will never regret having met. What everyone seems to forget when they meet them is that they are people that deserve another chance, a person to talk to, a person who will just for once listen to them and not judge, a person who can befriend them in hopes of swaying them to see that life is good and that we do not need to cheat, lie and steal to get what we want. Overall, give to others what they want so dearly themselves: peace.
I have not been sad or hurt as I am today in a very long time; my heart has not felt pain like this - sincerely - since I found out my parents were getting divorced. Many who do not know me may see this (and even some who know me personally) and think I am being over dramatic, but they just don’t know, they don’t understand what an impact this past year has had on my life and my kids. I love each and every single student I have the pleasure and honor to come into contact this past year - and I will continue to strive to fulfill such commitment to my future students.
It is a hard thing to accept: change. But the best thing I can do to my kids at this point, is continue to represent what I preach and show them that we cannot be afraid to embrace change and grow with every new opportunity we are presented with. And that’s exactly what I’ll show them on July 6th, when I go back from summer vacation, see their faces in that fateful classroom for one last time and smile and laugh and cry with them one last time because I must continue what I had set out to do year ago when I started this job.
I love you kids. From the bottom of my heart. Too bad none of you cool kids have tumblr to read this…
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Hopefully the best TA and friend I could ever be to you all,
Ambrosia.
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Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby.
oh freshman year?.. haha
Baby is this love f’real? Let me in your arms to feel.
Mmm, this is going to be a good start for my morning ride. thanks for this!
This was mah jahm.
Reblog if you're a 91-97 kid "without a BABY"!!!
Hood survival tip number one.
Mind your own motherfuckin business.
"I hate being broke. When I get my next paycheck I'm going to budget my money better."
Payday arrives.
REBLOG IF YOU WANNA BE THE VERY BEST LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS.
That awkward moment when you spell a word and it doesn't look right.
You’re like
“Wait, is that right?”
Then you look it up and it’s right and you’re like
“Why did it look so weird?”
Just declined my admission to UCSD.
Time to take a year off, enjoy my year of freedom, my $17 an hour pay rate (with the potential to get benefits after summer), travel out of the country, focus on me time, and live life to what makes me happy. But never fear UCSD, I shall see you next fall. So this isn’t a no, more of a, not yet.
Here’s to continuing on this road of self-fulfillment.
