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disney princesses + greek mythology
chill it’s cos your rare
the entire female population of east asia is rare?
homie ur about to be cooked medium rare and sacrificed
It got better
EVERYBODY SHOULD READ THIS!!!!!!!!!
REBLOG…IT CAN SAVE A LIFE OR TWO!!!
WARNING: Some knew about the red light on cars, but not Dialing 112.
An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. Lauren’s parents have always told her to never pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc.
Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called, 112 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was and there weren’t, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way.
Ten minutes later 4 cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes.
I never knew about the 112 Cell Phone feature. I tried it on my AT&T phone & it said, “Dialing Emergency Number.”
Especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going on to a safe place.
*Speaking to a service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that 112 was a direct link to State trooper info. So, now it’s your turn to let your friends know about “Dialing, 112”
You may want to send this to every Man, Woman & Youngster you know; it may well save a life.
This applies to ALL 50 states
PLEASE PASS ALONG TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY, IT CAN SAVE A LIFE….
Works in Canada too guys, just tried it!
Reblogging for anyone of the feminine preference that follow me. (Or for general knowledge.)
Some of the many funny Batman and Alfred moments over the years. BROTP.
"Leave the tray, please."
"I give you my word, I did not plan that."
The fact that he had to defend himself is the best part.
Whenever Bruce angsts about how hard it is not having parents I feel bad for Alfred.
Like , kinda throwing it all in his face there, Bats.
Today’s picture for invisible illness is a personal one. This is one of about 30 notes that my friend has received since using her handicapped placard. I’m going to say this to you, have you ever seen someone get out of a car parked in a handicapped space and said to yourself “they look too young or they don’t look disabled.” I’m going to go with yes you have, because we all have at one time. I can’t remember doing it, but before I understood the difficulties of invisible illness when I was younger I probably did. Let me ask you this though, when you had that thought was it because you knew with 100% certainty that they weren’t handicapped or did you assume that because of their age and/or not seeing a cane, walker or wheelchair? All I’m asking is that we stop and think when we someone need a mobility aid, park in a handicapped space or say they are disabled that we remember this “DISABILITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH AGE OR APPEARNACE.” #spoonie #invisibleillness #disability #chronicillness #rheumatoidarthritis #lupus #fibromyalgia #myofascialpainsyndrome
If nothing else, this post needs to be seen around the internet more. This harassment is not okay and no one should have to deal with it on top of having an invisible illness. This is just another form of anonymous bullying to add to the internet bullying these TROLLS are capable of.
If you are healthy, please reblog.
If you are sick, please reblog.
If you have a disability, please reblog.
If you have an invisible illness, please reblog.
If you know someone with a disability, please reblog.
If you are a human being, please reblog.
Let’s spread the word and help those of us that may not look like it.
Ignorance isn’t bliss, ignorance is ignorance.
And people ask me why I am afraid to use my cane in public.
Being disabled, visibly so is always dangerous
When I got my first cane and posted about it, I had people demanding to know why I thought I “deserved” it at my age.
That was the word.
This is the kind of bullshit that made my dad, a man who dealt with crippling pain from degenerative disc disorder, afraid to apply for handicapped parking
I remember saying to him that he could get handicapped plates and hearing him say that it wasn’t “bad enough” as I watched him wince and hobble as he walked from the back of the parking lot
People internalize these ideas, even handicapped people, that’s why this is so fucking important
The best post I have ever seen.
I think I just peed my pants out of happiness.
This is what pranks need to look like
CAN NICE PRANKS BE A THING
Thats so nice to see the world actully be nice
An eighth grade student from Weaverville Elementary School got a detention slip for sharing his school prepared lunch Tuesday.
Kyle Bradford, 13, shared his chicken burrito with a friend who didn’t like the cheese sandwich he was given by the cafeteria.
Bradford didn’t see any problem with sharing his food.
"It seemed like he couldn’t get a normal lunch so I just wanted to give mine to him because I wasn’t really that hungry and it was just going to go in the garbage if I didn’t eat it," said Bradford.
But the Trinity Alps Unified School District has regulations that prohibit students from sharing their meals.
The policies set by the district say that students can have allergies that another student may not be aware of.
Tom Barnett, the Superintendent of the Trinity Alps Unified School District says that hygiene issues also come into play when banning students from sharing meals.
"We have a policy that prohibits students from exchanging meals. Of course if students are concerned about other students not having enough to eat we would definitely want to consider that, but because of safety and liability we cannot allow students to actually exchange meals," said Barnett.
Bradford’s mother Sandy Bradford thinks that her son did the right thing by sharing his lunch. She also believes that it isn’t up to the school to discipline her son for good manners.
“By all means the school can teach them math and the arithmetic and physical education, but when it comes to morals and manners and compassion, I believe it needs to start at home with the parent,” Sandy said.
Bradford says that he would definitely share his lunch again if a friend wanted a portion of his meal.
Kids can’t share now? Or trade lunches? What the actual fuck is happening?
I think this article is talking around what the actual issue is.
The student who was “given a cheese sandwich” and “couldn’t get a normal lunch?”
That’s how schools handle students whose families can’t pay their lunch bills. They’re required to give the kid something, so they get a slice of processed cheese between two pieces of white bread. Cheese sandwich.
All those stories about the kids who went through the lines and then had their trays taken away and dumped in the trash in front of them because their account was $5 in the red when they got to the end of the line?
Those kids were given cheese sandwiches.
This isn’t about allergies. I guarantee you that kids at those tables are swapping food all the time. It’s part of the school cafeteria experience.
If the second kid was allergic to the burrito, we’d be reading a different story.
It’s because this kid undermined the system that is supposed to punish students for their parents’ “negligence” (poverty).
Taken from this article:
These aren’t isolated cases, either. Here’s a recap of the most recent honor roll of American public school cafeteria douchebaggery:
- An elementary school in Salt Lake City, Utah reportedly seized between 40 and 50 students’ lunches on pizza day and threw them all in the garbage when the kids got up to the register and couldn’t pay because their account balances were either low or empty. Students all over the cafeteria were broken down in tears. I’m sure that made for a great learning environment.
- Remember the most important meal of the day? A 12-year-old Dickinson, Texas boy’s breakfast was thrown in the trash right in front of him at his middle school because his account was short a whopping .30 cents. The breakfast itself cost $1.25.
- Around 25 students at a Massachusetts middle school were forced to throw out their lunches or refused lunch entirely because their accounts were empty or they could not afford to pay. An employee from the school’s on-site lunch provider reportedly gave an order not to provide lunch to students with overextended credit or empty accounts. At least that employee was later put on leave. “I’m pissed that when there are people in prison who are getting meals, my daughter, an honor student, is going hungry,” one father remarked.
- A New Jersey elementary school threw a 10-year-old autistic boy’s lunch in the trash because of an unpaid account…despite having already done so before. “It’s between the parents and the cafeteria. It’s not between the child and the lunch lady. Let the kids eat their lunch,” the boy’s mother told a local news station.
- The middle and high schools in Old Town, Maine have a “no pay, no food policy” that Superintendent David Walker says students, like the 11-year-old denied food because his mom hadn’t paid his account, should be able to understand. “Students are old enough to take responsibility for their lunches” by middle school age, said Walker. You know, because apparently 11-year-olds can suddenly get jobs in this country to afford their lunch at school.
- Over 40 elementary school students in Kentucky were denied a full lunch during state testing week. One student’s account was short $1.15, which the mother told a news station she paid online as many schools require the night before, but the funds hadn’t been processed by lunch time the next day, so her fourth grader spent all day upset and left school crying at the end of the day. Luckily a good samaritan showed up to that school and donated $56 to pay up all student lunch accounts so no more kids would have to go without a full lunch (which isn’t even that large to begin with in this country) during state tests.
- Worse, apparently students at some schools across the state of Minnesota are actually branded with “Money” or “Lunch” stamps across their hands when they are late on accounts as a message to parents to pay up. Yep, they are actually branding children with the scarlet letter of poverty if they cannot afford their lunch, so the child will have to walk around school for the whole entire rest of their day branded and a walking target for ridicule by other children because they are poor or the parents forgot to put money in their children’s accounts.
I’ve personally had the same type of situation happened to me before in which lunch has been thrown right in the trash in front of me when I didn’t have enough money for lunch, and was given an alternate meal of lesser quality. I hadn’t even realized how disgustingly perverse that was at the time because of how it was normalized. Shaming the poor, and even depriving children of food has become normalized. This is especially a problem in conservative states where funding for education is low and funding for things like football stadiums and other less important things is high. Public schools need to be providing students with free meals, which can’t be done without the proper funding as well as the proper allocation of funds on the part of schools and school districts.
This is exactly why I stopped volunteering to help with lunch at my son’s school (a”catholic”school).
They are ruthless. They literally snatch trays out of the kids hands. There were kindergarteners who would be moved to the “no lunch table” if the parents hadn’t paid for their lunches, but yet, they’d offer me, a volunteer, food for free.
One day I took a tray hoping I could divide the food among 3 kids who were denied food. You should’ve seen the uproar when I tried to offer the little ones at the no-lunch table the double helping of nuggets and tatortots given to me. I mean, I thought they were going to call the cops on me. I had to stop going because it was incredibly heartbreaking and rage-inducing to see kids go hungry while they handout extra lunches to the staff and throw the rest out.
I received no response from the archdiocese of NY when I wrote to them regarding this behavior. I mean, I could’ve sworn that all those “corporal works of mercy” they shove down your fucking throat (two of which happen to be feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty), actually meant that catholic schools should do just that with the children that attend their insanely expensive schools. But you know what the bible says- “it’s all about the bottom line kids”.
Our previous elementary school principal had worked out a deal with the PTO (PTA) wherein they had a fund that would cover the cost of the full lunch for kids who had depleted their accounts so that no kid had to get the cheese sandwich in the paper bag. The school board eventually chased this guy out because he exceeded state standards for student achievements and care.
When the new principal came in, he unilaterally scratched the program because “that’s just not how it should be done,” even though the PTO was more than happy to continue covering those kids’ meals. I fucking hated that guy.
American schools are the most ludicrous fucking thing imaginable.
When I was teaching in Korea school lunch was provided free for all students AND it was generally a pretty damn good tasting and healthy lunch to boot.
Getting a cheese sandwich isn’t even that easy tho. The last year of school my mom didnt fill out the state free lunch paperwork on time because my dad had promised to pay for better lunches for us, but he rarely did. so we had trouble all year with lunch money and let me tell you, trying to explain to a hassled cafeteria lady ‘I have no money, can I get the cheese sandwich’ turned the few times I bothered into a theatre. She’d make me wait while she handled the next few kids in line, then go to the fridges to pull out this rock hard sandwich, which was like over-refrigerated industrial bread with plastic-y cheese in the middle wrapped in Saran wrap and it was so fucking gross that by that point, hoping a friend would share, just waiting to go home after school or going to the one teacher I knew kept snacks in her cupboards to pretend I had my period and badly needed a snickers bar seemed preferable.