iTS A CIRCLE. I DOESNT MATTER WHICH WAY YOU CUT IT, YOU JUST TURN TGE CIRCLE ITS A FUCK I N C I R C L E
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iTS A CIRCLE. I DOESNT MATTER WHICH WAY YOU CUT IT, YOU JUST TURN TGE CIRCLE ITS A FUCK I N C I R C L E
so my school had a thing were we stand in a circle and pass hard boiled eggs we drew on. And at the end we look at the ones that are damaged and relate to how children in the educational system are fragile. So after I decorated my egg, I hid it and when the time came to examine they asked where my egg was and I was like “MY EGG IS HOMESCHOOLED, I AINT PUTTIN MY CHILD IN PUBLIC EDUCATION
I used to come home with the lunch menu for the month. It was always bright orange or green or blue. My mother would take it from my hands and circle the days that the school was serving something with pork in it. She’d tell me, “Amjad, I’ll make you sandwiches to take to school these days.” And I’d get really excited because bringing lunch from
Home was considered cool in the 2nd grade.
On days they served pork or a meat my mother wasn’t too sure about, she’s wake up early and rush to the kitchen. She’d smear a generous helping of hummus in khubiz. Fry up some falafel. Cut up some veggies and throw in some olives into a plastic container. She’d put all these in my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lunch box with some juice. I’d carry it with pride knowing I’d be eating my favorite foods and everyone else would be eating the gross lunch.
Lunch would come and I’d sit down with my friends and open my lunch box, all the kids eyeing me with jealously and admiration. I’d lay out all my food in front of me and start to dig in, smilingly, because everyone’s food looked like it was already digested.
Then someone would lean over and yell “ew what’s that?? Are you eating a poops sandwich.” All the kids would laugh and snicker and point. “What are those balls? Ew that looks gross!” More laughter. More giggles. More pointing.
I would eat anything. I’d stuff everything back into the box, humiliated.
I’d come home, crying. Telling my mother how could she embarrass me like that. “Why can’t I have regular American food?”
She’d be confused. She didn’t understand. At home, I’d devour her food like it was my last meal. But now, standing in front of her, my 7-8 year old self knew what humiliation felt like.
The next time pork was served at school, she put Bologna and cheese on white bread. Packed chips into my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lunch box. No one laughed at me when I pulled out my American lunch. No one pointed at my American sandwich.
But I lost the taste of my mother’s lunches.
-akh
American kids are so mean dam
Literally elementary school summed up in one post
How I draw faces
1) circle with lines
2) face, head, neck
3) nose
4) eyes, mouth, eyebrows
5) haaaiiir
6) everything else
thnx 4 help Steph
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
Polymer balls that are invisible in water
IMAGINE PUTTING LIKE 10 IN SOMEONE’S BATH AND THEY GET IN THEY JUST START FREAKING OUT BECAUSE ‘THERES SOMETHING TOUCHING ME BUT THERES NOTHING IN THE FUCKING WATER WHAT THE FUCK’ OMFG
you’re not thinking big enough
make them in the shape of people with huge long fingers and hide one in every swimming pool in America
please calm down satan
Historic Black and White Pictures Restored in Color
- Women Delivering Ice, 1918
- Times Square, 1947
- Portrait Used to Design the Penny. President Lincoln Meets General McClellan – Antietam, Maryland ca September 1862
- Marilyn Monroe, 1957
- Newspaper boy Ned Parfett sells copies of the evening paper bearing news of Titanic’s sinking the night before. (April 16, 1912)
- Easter Eggs for Hitler, c 1944-1945
- Sergeant George Camblair practicing with a gas mask in a smokescreen – Fort Belvoir, Virginia, 1942
- Helen Keller meeting Charlie Chaplin in 1919
- Painting WWII Propaganda Posters, Port Washington, New York – 8 July 1942
- Construction of the Golden Gate Bridge ca 1935
This is awesome.
Not something I’d typically reblog but I like.
This is bloody fantastic.
Honestly seeing old photos in color makes the past so much more tangible.
It’s amazing that in 1969 we as a society managed to put a man on the moon and yet we still can’t get a wheelchair user from one railway station to another nearly 50 years later… You have to come to the conclusion that it is a lack of will to create a more accessible world, NOT lack of technology or design skills.
Tony Heaton, English sculptor and wheelchair user
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Meet Cradle.
This rocking chair is named “Cradle” was designed for creating a safe, comfortable, and relaxing space in which the user can dissipate the overstimulation of their senses. The design was heavily directed by a synthesis of research into Autism and children with Rhythmic Movement Disorder (RMD) as well as safety, sustainability, function, and aesthetics. We had a strong focus creating a solution for sufferers of RMD but the chair is not exclusively for them and will bring relaxation, comfort, and calmness to anyone who uses it.
oh god I want it
this looks like my papasan chair but less menacing
lets buy this sofia
i love this
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