More schools do this pls saying the pledge every morning is the most dystopian shit ever
No one forces you to do it lmao
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Lmaoo it’s literally unconstitutional to require kids to stand for the pledge. I don’t for multiple reasons and not only can no one can make me, but no one has even tried, besides just curiously asking me why. Like fuck no ones forcing you lol
“No ones forcing you you’ll just be in an incredibly awkward position, socially ostracized, and threatened by staff :/// no one’s holding a gun to your head though so it’s ok !!!!!!”
Shut up dumbasses
I mean, it’s nice you went to schools where they didn’t force you? ‘Cause… they’re forcing my son.
Literally. Every day. Threatening him, guilt-tripping him, trying to bribe him or shame him. I have been down to his school to talk to the administration multiple times over this. And EVERY SINGLE TIME I bring them the supreme court ruling on my phone and I remind them he has a constitutional right to NOT participate.
It never matters. They say “Oh, well, then he should just sit quietly” and I say THAT’S WHAT HE WAS DOING, and they say “Okay then.” And the next day he comes home and says, “Mom, today one of the teachers told me her son is in the army and I’m insulting her son by not standing for the pledge.”
This is an eleven-year-old they’re talking to this way. And he was the one who made this choice. He said he sees too much inequality in the world, and too many people in America are treated as sub-human, for him to want to chant ‘liberty and justice for all’ like it’s already happened. I didn’t make the decision for him. He said, “Do I HAVE to participate? Because I don’t think it’s right” and I said I’d support him whatever his decision was. And we’ve been fighting this guerrilla war with the administration ever since.
Just because something didn’t happen to you, specifically, doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. How about you stop acting like your experiences are universal, all three of you up there.
THAAAAAAAAAAAAANK YOUUUUUUUUUU.
I remember one time I was in the office waiting for my mom to bring me a shirt because I had a really bad nose bleed and mine was destroyed. Mind you I’m wearing a white shirt which now has a lot of blood on it. I did not feel well and did not stand for the national anthem. And an administrator in the office who I had never met told me I was being disrespectful and should be standing from the pledge. Lectured me until I forced her to acknowledge how much blood I had lost.
I’ve seen teachers stop class and lecture in front of the class or make everyone CONTINUE to stand until a student who was quietly sitting stands.
it doesn’t matter if it’s ‘unconstitutional’ to force someone, it happens anyway. Doesn’t matter if you go to the principal to complain if the principal feels the same way as the teacher. Doesn’t matter if you go to the school officer, or the police, or the news, or the anything else if they all think the same.
I was literally called out and shamed by my teacher for 20+ min in front of my entire class for refusing to stand for the pledge in middle school (I was protesting the Iraq War) and I live in a liberal area.
Just because you have rights doesn’t mean someone won’t hesitate to violate them.
today is fanfiction author appreciation day and i wanna give a shoutout to every author who struggles with unending self doubt, who pours their heart and soul into their work and posts it publicly, who pours their heart and soul into their work and doesn’t post it publicly, who writes and writes and writes and wishes they were more recognized for their efforts.
to every author who feels lost or forgotten or asks what the point is. to every author who wonders if they’re good enough.
your words matter. your stories matter. i know it’s hard and that writing is a special kind of hell, but thank you for keeping at it. this post doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of anything but i love fanfiction authors so much and just wanna say you’re appreciated <33333
Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Relationships: Jean-Jacques Leroy/Isabella Yang Characters: Jean-Jacques Leroy, Isabella Yang, Otabek Altin, Emil Nekola Additional Tags: Wedding Planning, Engagement, Flashbacks, Post-Canon Word Count: 3,124
Isabella wakes with the sun on Friday morning. The calendar
on her bedside table tells her she has twenty days, and it feels like there’s
still so much that needs accomplishing.
It’s always the easiest things first, the things closest at
hand. That’s how she’s kept sane this past year, pretty much, for every detail
she’s had to keep abreast of, every major planning decision she’s had to sign
off on, every voice clamoring in concert with so many others for her attention.
It’s all about teaching herself to move slowly. Little by little. A task at a
time, each one diligently crossed off a list whose length she doesn’t give
herself the leisure of pondering.
This morning’s agenda: Isabella puts the coffeepot on, and
reads Otabek’s messages. She’d gone to bed before midnight last night, probably
less than halfway through the bachelor party, but had woken up to a slew of
notifications that he’d promised to send and she’d only half-expected him to
deliver on—updates every hour, no gory details, just a JJ status report. He’s okay right now. He’s a little drunk.
He’s very drunk, but we’re taking care of him, don’t worry. Just got back to
the hotel. They’re all in bed now. Good night, Isabella.
The latest are timestamped only ten minutes ago: I’m up and heading to the drugstore.
Ibuprofen or aspirin?
Ibuprofen, he’s
allergic to aspirin. Maybe some juice too in case he doesn’t make it down to
the breakfast buffet. After a pause, she follows it up with a question: The rest still out cold?
Still out cold. Otabek
types like he talks, slow and deliberate, almost toneless unless you pay close
attention, but his second message is surprisingly good-humored for someone with
such a solemn disposition—and someone who’s probably only running on three or
four hours of sleep after what appears to have been, for all the sparseness of
his account, one of those quote-unquote wild nights: Don’t worry about it. I’ll have Emil make it up to me with breakfast.
As she pours herself a mug and watches the steam wind its
way up, following the single crooked filament of it with her eyes, Isabella
smiles. She remembers he’d been a surprising choice for a groomsman. Emil she’d
been able to understand—he had a loud voice and an easy laugh and fit right in
with Adam-from-high-school and Carter-from-the-Fraternity and most importantly
JJ himself, but there was probably no one alive that she could imagine less at
a stag party with those four than Otabek, physical resemblance to the groom
notwithstanding.
But maybe, with a little imagination, it kind of makes sense
now—JJ and Otabek Altin with the brick-wall face, shuttered behind a stalwart,
impenetrable quiet. Otabek’s is the sort of quiet that could disperse a storm;
Isabella thinks with no small measure of amusement of little Yuri Plisetsky,
that firework, the only other friend of his that she knows. Maybe this is kind
of the same thing.
Thanks for taking such
good care of him, she tells him, because it’s the least she can do. When he
answers Happy to be here for you both,
Isabella, she finds it’s not hard to believe it.
“I want to be a hematologist. That’s a blood doctor. Well not a blood doctor, exactly. But a doctor that finds cures for blood diseases.” “How’d you decide on that?” “We were dissecting frogs in class and learning about how the blood flows through the body. And I went home that night and wrote an essay. And it wasn’t like any other essay I’d ever done. Normally when I write essays, it takes me a long time, but this was the fastest essay I ever wrote. So the next day I was asking the teacher mad questions, and she was like, ‘You know you can get a job in this.’ And she pulled it up on the internet, and was showing me all about hematologists.”
SUPPORT THIS BOY
I love it when someone gets that thunderbolt “I wanna do this forever” moment. It’s amazing to see that change in them once they’ve got an actual concrete dream to work towards.
The Archery Range 