what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
as far as i can tell from my dash there’s some sort of gay musical olympics going on that only europe was invited to
Philadelphia: High school students walk out of class and march to City Hall to protest severe budget cuts and planned school closings, May 9, 2013.
The budget cuts are absolutely horrific. Here are some of the proposed changes:
- Schools with more than 1,000 students would no longer be required to have librarians or librarian assistants.
- Schools would no longer be required to have counselors, and counselors’ caseloads would no longer be capped.
- Teachers could be assigned to unlimited classes outside their subject area, and high school teachers could be assigned an extra class without pay. There would be no limit on amount of consecutive time taught in a school day.
- There would be no limit on class size
- The district would no longer be required to provide copy machines, or “a sufficient number of instructional materials and textbooks.”
- Counselors would no longer be guaranteed to have rooms with privacy and confidentiality, a telephone, a locked filing cabinet and a door.
There’s more here.
notice most of the posters are children of color
I just want you to notice
USA. USA. USA.
It’s time to stop obsessing with fetuses and start caring about the actual children who need our help.
LAST COMMENT. YES
I cannot fathom teaching under those proposed conditions. What the hell is wrong with the people in charge of making these decisions in our country? Ugh.
I took a government class years back. At the end of the semester we had this co-op class project, what we called Mock Congress. Each kid from two different government classes had to write a bill that they wish to bring in and put before our ‘congress’. Writing the bill, you had to define many words that people could ‘misunderstand’. You had to write winded sentences that were boring. And in the end you didn’t even want to read it yourself because they were so lengthy and downright snooze worthy to read. And you couldn’t write it any different because that’s how they are written in real Congress; and all the other bills that enter Congress are hundreds of pages long, not just 2-3. Then you had your bill given to a group of people who would discuss if they would like to bring the bill before congress, pigeon-hold it, or veto it. You were brought before the group and given a chance to defend your bill and answer any questions the small group would have.
And lets just say that not everyone participated enough to voice their opinions or defend bills they stood by. Not very many people actually read all the way through the bills. I know because my bill was one of those. My teacher loved it and thought it would make excellent classroom discussion when everyone came back together for class discussion and passing/vetoing of the bill . My bill never made it that far. It was rejected due to a couple kids in the small group having a stronger opinions and control in making the decisions because the others wouldn’t pull their heads from their asses to participate more than they had to to get a passing grade. I had to go through a lengthy process to reinstate my bill before our ‘congress’ and found that many people in the class stood by it. (My bill however was on an unrelated topic of Equivalent Civil Union Rights and not public school funding.) The small group that had received the bill, with a republican minority in control, had barely even glanced at the bill past the words ‘same-sex couples’ because those words were enough to get my bill immediately veto’d by them because of their beliefs. (and lets just say that my teacher was very, very pissed and ripped them a new one by bringing attention to them by bringing them into to question before our little congress… I almost hugged him for that.)
This winded extension was to give an example of how Congress works. If they’re only in it for the paycheck, they’ll do bare minimum. And many, if not all, of the congressmen don’t fully read a bill all the way through because they’re so damn lengthy and difficult to read all the way through without words just running together. Hell I’ve seen pictures on the internet of congressmen playing solitaire on their computers or sleeping when they should be doing their jobs helping our country! If these people aren’t reading a bill all the way through, you can guess how much shit can be snuck passed them and passed into law. Things need to change because this can’t continue.
Well she did help “birth” him….HAHAHA…..
BABY GRUNT IS MY FAVOURITE GRUNT
Waited all year to reblog this.
oH MY GOD
My friend got pulled over for a DUI after the Star Wars pubcrawl, and the cop said it was the “Revenge of the fifth.” I am so done.
Jade and I went out to a couple places for Free Comic Book Day and ran into a couple of our friends. After we got our comics (and a game for me), three of us went outside while our friend Holly hung back inside.
She comes out a few minutes later with a big grin on her face. She’d called the store we were in and told the guy who answered ‘May the fourth be with you’ and she messed with the guy some more over the phone…I wish I’d stayed inside to watch XDD
Another mission glitch in Defiance…WHY?!
I love you Defiance but I’m gettin’ real tired of your shit.
‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’
What if i cut off your left leg
Would that make you stronger
Would it
Finally the Monty Python fandom awakens
We were never asleep, we’ve just been out trying to find the right shubbery.
When Aisha Tyler was selected to be the presenter for the 2012 Ubisoft E3 press conference, she received an unprecedented flood of hate from trolls who complained about the fact that she knew nothing about gaming. Too bad haters didn’t do their homework first, because as it turns out Aisha Tyler knows more about gaming that all of us put together. Her Facebook response was awesome and predictably went viral. In case you missed it, here’s her masterpiece. Haters, take note.
Dear Gamers
I play.
I’ve played since I was a little kid.
Since I begged my dad to buy me a Nintendo LCD Donkey Kong, Jr.
Since I blew through three weeks’ allowance playing Defender at the laundromat.
Since you were a twinge in the left side of your daddy’s underoos.
I’ve been a gamer since I made friends with a girl in the 5th grade just to get at her Atari.
Since I missed the bus playing Galaga after school.
Since I missed the start of Return of the Jedi playing Tempest in the theater lobby.
You think you know. You don’t know.
I’ve been a gamer since before you could read.
Since I aced midterms after staying up all night playing Evil Tetris.
Since I became dorm champ at Leisure Suit Larry.
Since I double-wielded on Time Crisis 3 at Fuddrucker’s.
I was a voice in not one, but two major video game titles.
I hosted the Reach Beta tutorial.
I was a Gears of War superfan panelist at ComicCon.
I hosted the Ubisoft presser at E3 2012.
I didn’t do any of it for the money.
For most I got paid next to nothing, and for some, less than that.
I did it because I love video games.
Because I’ve dreamt since I was a kid of being in one of the games I love.
How many games have you done voices for?
How many cons have you repped at?
Your buddy’s Unreal Tournament garage deathmatch doesn’t count.
I go to E3 each year because I love video games.
Because new titles still get me high.
Because I still love getting swag.
Love wearing my gamer pride on my sleeve.
People ask me what console I play.
Motherfucker, ALL of them.
I get invited to E3 because real gamers know I’m a gamer.
I don’t do it for the money.
I have plenty of money.
I don’t do it for the fame.
Fuck fame.
I do it because I love video games.
I don’t give out my gamertag because I don’t want a mess of noob jackholes lining up
to assassinate me on XBL.
I don’t give a shit what you think about my gamerscore.
I don’t play to prove a point.
I don’t play to be the best.
I play because I love it.
I play.
I’ve been playing my whole life.
I’m not ashamed of it.
I don’t apologize for it.
It’s who I am.
To the core.
I’m a gamer.
So to all the haters out there who claim I don’t play;
To the GAF dicks,
Gamespot trolls,
To every illiterate racist douchebag on Youtube:
Flame away. Go nuts.
Post every jackass comment your heart desires.
I’ll still be playing when your mom’s kicked you out of her basement
and you have to sell your old-ass console
and get a real job.
For now, I say to you respectfully,
and I mean this from the bottom of my heart,
GFYS.
