Respect, and Appreciate That

snowprincess-artist:

boredomandstuff:

southparksexcanons:

alright, tumblr, i have a juicy new story for you.

heres the story: in lake central high school, in a town very near to mine, former student Mike Doss’s father recently passed away. in order to sustain his family he had to quit school and get a job. he only quit school THIS PAST FEBRUARY.

very recently, Doss killed himself. the students of lake central high school repeatedly asked the staff to have a moment of silence on the morning announcements and were told no every time. so they arranged this VERY PEACEFUL sit-in of about 200 students, shown in the video above, to demand a moment of silence. (another student also committed suicide after this sit in, but there is uncertainty over whether there is a connection between the two deaths.)

the video fluctuates in volume and is often hard to hear, so you may want to turn it up.

it opens with many students yelling for silence so the standing female student can request a moment of silence. not only does the principal shoot her down, he doesnt even acknowledge her, telling her “youre not in charge here, i am” and asking the students coldly to take out their school ids. this causes a little bit of a commotion, but when the principal asks for their attention, they give it.

he then begins to express his “disappointment”, to which another student responds, “yeah, were disappointed in you too”. there is NO VIOLENCE AND NO DISRUPTION from this student. the rest of the students cheer for him, but the principal immediately asks police, who are standing nearby, to ARREST THE STUDENT. the other students are very passive and nonviolent, even moving out of the way of the policemen.

the principal then asks for their attention again - WHICH THEY GIVE - and begins to, and quite condescendingly i might add, tell the students that he thinks theyre here because they think its a JOKE! of course, the students are rightly pissed off about this. one girl even yells, “you would do it for anyone else!”

the video ends with a shot of the policemen DRAGGING the young male student away, and the rest of the sit-in cheering for him for standing his ground.

this article in the northwest indiana times gives a little bit more information about the situation, and also caps a note the principal sent to parents about the suicide/sit-in and how the students “did not handle it properly”. the note reads:

"While I refer to what took place Wednesday as a sit-in, it was an incident that involved many mixed emotions, including my own. There is no easy solution when 200 kids decide to create a sit-in within the middle of the school in order to demonstrate a point of view, while making demands. Options could range from yell (and yell louder), make threats, have police arrest them all, suspend them all … etc., all this while trying to reason with emotional teenagers who have defined a personal purpose, but who also need to get back to class.”

get back to class? GET BACK TO CLASS??? these kids are upset and emotional and you want them to GET BACK TO CLASS?????

and what about the option of, i dont know, actually talking to the human beings in front of you, who are hurt and upset and right in their cause? this man has a bachelors degree from wabash college in english, language arts, and teacher education, a masters degree from indiana university in educational leadership and administration, and has been the dean of students at munster high school and the assistant principal/athletic director at lake central high school before becoming the principal. yet, with all this education, he refuses to acknowledge the situation, even going on to call the sit-in a DISRUPTION!

the note continues,

"We have always practiced a different protocol of acknowledgment for a suicide death, which involves minimal publicity in order to not glorify the suicide.

the reason the school would not give this poor kid an announcement and moment of silence is because THEY DONT WANT TO GLORIFY SUICIDE. if a student dies in a car crash and they make an announcement, that doesnt glorify car crashes, and if a student is murdered and they make an announcement, that doesnt glorify murder. but apparently everyone in the public school system has their head shoved too far up their ass to realize that KIDS DO NOT KILL THEMSELVES FOR THE ATTENTION.

and after all this, the principal has the AUDACITY to say that, even after all these students have been through, they need to “get back to class”.

so, what am i asking from you, tumblr? SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE. you wanna know whats wrong with the american school system? its not the pressure, or the grades, or the college. its refusing to acknowledge that kids are human beings, too, with minds and emotions of their own in the first place.

so please, please, please signal boost. tell everyone you know what happened. its making big news in the area, but thats about it. however, this happens everywhere, all the time, and im about sick of it. people need to know, and this is a giant community.

spread this for mike doss, the other unnamed student, and every other child who has committed suicide and gotten no acknowledgement because the schools “dont want to glorify suicide”. its time to do something about it.

some other articles on the sit-in:

http://www.lakecentralnews.com/news/2014/04/02/student-protest-leads-to-grief-forum-possible-memorial-service/#prettyPhoto

http://abclocal.go.com/wls/story?section=news/local/indiana&id=9490598

http://posttrib.suntimes.com/26612911-537/sit-in-over-ex-students-suicide-called-disruption.html

Remind me to never read youtube comments again, they just make me angry

Why would anyone even think that a sit in glorifies suicide?????

tenderlittlekisses:

love-typething:

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theresnomoneyinthebratwurst

glitterandcamo:

nerdycrochetgal:

All of these keep popping up, I guess it’s because of the start of the school year… This is making me think maybe I should have gone into teaching, obviously other teachers have the same sense of humor I do… Guess it’s never too late to go back to school. Hmmm…. Besides if I go for Chem I can set shit on fire!

I hope to be one of these teachers someday…

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!
I get naked.
FULL naked.
REAL naked.
I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.
No cookies. Blatant nudity.
That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…
And there it was.
This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.
Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.
“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”
Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”
As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.
This was, nearly, one of those.
If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.
My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.
I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:
“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”
And inquiries such as:
“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”
Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?
That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.
An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

fuckyeahthespianpeacock:

saltheria:

yeffyaboyuice:

mythchief:

So there I was, ready to take a shower. I mean, I was dirty, a little greasy, a shower was not such a horrible idea. People take showers, amiright? Of course!

I get naked.

FULL naked.

REAL naked.

I’m talking the exact opposite reason why you ever went to your grandmother’s house.

No cookies. Blatant nudity.

That’s how folks take showers these days, right? Well, I pull back the curtain…

And there it was.

This…thing…sitting on the little soap/shower/pube shelf. Not a care in the world, like it’s been there for years. “What the fuck is that?” I think to myself.

Now, what follows is the exact pattern of thought that took me from rational human being to Sloth in 3.4 seconds.

“Is that a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit? Holy fuck that’s a Red Lobster cheesy biscuit. OMG why would someone leave that unattended. Those things are so delicious. I’m gonna eat the fuck out of it. Man, I can’t wait to see whoever left it’s face when they come back to find that someone ate their cheesy biscuit’s fuck. Ohhh boy.”

Then my brain sent a message to my arm that said, “Reach for that cheesy biscuit, bitch. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?”

As you must already know, we are all contractually bound to make a dickload of mistakes throughout our lifetime. Some of those mistakes are so big that they forever hinder our world and warrant entire chapters in our children’s history books. However, most mistakes have the dubious providence of merely haunting one’s soul and festering amidst the subconscious for always and eternity.

This was, nearly, one of those.

If my adjacency to failure could be measured, the only possible unit of measurement to appropriate it would be “baby condoms”. And no, I do not mean those horrendous papoose-like titty-cribs that the slovenly carriage their spawn around in in Wal-Mart, I mean condoms that a baby would wear.

My adjacency to failure was roughly 1 and a half Kiddie Trojans.

I’m not sure what stopped me, be it cosmic or supernatural, but it gave my brain just enough time to ask itself some rather important questions regarding this little tub treasure. Questions like:

“WHO, THE FUCK, WOULD LEAVE A CHEESY BISCUIT IN MY SHOWER?!”

And inquiries such as:

“AND WHY WERE YOU GOING TO EAT IT, MORON?!”

Seriously, was I so hungry that I would wantonly disobey all the integral conditioning and survival imprinting my parents bestowed upon me like the ever important, “Um, don’t eat that biscuit retard, you don’t know where it’s been or whose it is and also you found it in the shower.” in order to satisfy something so benign as a munchie?

That, I’m sorry to say, was pretty much my reality.

An early morning introspective psychological evaluation of a sad, hungry, naked man who almost ate a bar of soap.

OMG ITS BACK

This shit needs to be published.

This is going in the monologue section and I’m not even sorry.

therealbarbielifts:

recoverylover:

mikeygetsfit:

lbs-of-dumbbells-not-scales:

I am finally beginning to feel proud of my progress, and that I did not give up fighting my anorexia. Life is possible.

How does this not have more notes?! Anyone want to promote the hell out of this wonderful lady?

This is so inspirational

Holy shit

soysad:

sorta wanna die sorta wanna kiss you sorta wanna get my shit together sorta wanna lose twenty pounds in a month??

mr-radical:


"Look at you and your gross fuckin’ 50 year old meatball and 3 hotdog franks."

danny’s pokemon commentary is my favourite

mr-radical:

"Look at you and your gross fuckin’ 50 year old meatball and 3 hotdog franks."

danny’s pokemon commentary is my favourite

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healthyandhappy2:

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