Hello my lovely followers and tumblr browsers. I am Elizabeth but people usually call me Lizzie or Beth. I was born on June.19 1997. I am currently attending Waipahu High as a 10th. Learning Japanese (not very good yet :p). I love Cats :3, Disney movies, Star wars, Lord of the rings, unusual and unique things. if you ever wanna talk to me, don't be shy i won't bite. Enjoy my perfect little blog ^-^.
transparent wolf AMAZING
Wow. I never expected this….
I am so freaking thankful that my parents decided to unschool me up until this year (at which point I decided to take on formal schooling- I wasn’t forced into it like a vast majority of kids) for exactly these reasons.
Sorry kids, but this is real life.
The gossiping, the bullshit, the bullying, the teacher’s pets, the locker-room brawls — that shit doesn’t just suddenly end because you aren’t in school anymore. It keeps happening — you’ll get it in college, you’ll get it in grad-school, you’ll get it in any and every job you enter into that involves people — you’ll get it in any and every organization you become a part of that involves a social structure.
School isn’t just about learning how to do algebra; it’s not just about learning punctuation, or taking up a second language. School exists for the sole purpose of preparing you for the rest of your life, and that includes the stupid petty social bullshit that goes on outside of the classroom. That includes memorizing useless pieces of information and being evaluated based on how well you can recall it.
I started my first post-college job almost four years ago, and one of the first people I encountered was a bully, a 38-year-old bully. Co-workers gossiped about me behind my back, except instead of using notes under their desks, they used e-mails and instant messages. The people that sucked up to the boss were (and still are) the people that got (and get) promoted.
Nothing about my job will ever be relevant to any part of my life other than when I’m at work. I was taught, trained, and crammed full of information that I must regurgitate several hundred times a day, every day, 8 hours at a time, 5 days a week. Meanwhile, I’m quantitatively evaluated, and ranked among my peers.
I navigated this arena using the social skills I’d learned from navigating the various other arenas of my educational institutions over the years. My degree might have landed me the job, but being in school prepared me to survive it.
Still think School is pointless?
As the band Bowling for Soup once so famously put it, “High-school Never Ends.”
I know that’s depressing, but that’s the truth.
reblogging for Matt’s fucking delicious commentary, as always.
man these tumblr people soft as hell
aww, chubby panda <3
this is like when you’re sitting with a guy that you really like then you like touch knees or something and all of a sudden you feel all this energy going through both of you through this one point of contact
this gif is kinda like that
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Liquid is the classical state of matter with a definite volume but no fixed shape.
cats are liquid
How the fuck do cats work.
FUN FACT: I read in the books about cats that i have, and as long as their heads fit through a space, they can manuveur the rest of their bodies to fit as well.
Isn’t that what their whiskers are for? To judge if their head/body will fit?
Yep. It’s also why they generally don’t like being wet, their fur and whiskers cling to their body and it’s like being touched all over/losing your sense of space.