Dinosaurs and Super Girls

Less of the dinosaurs, more of the supergirls. I have a lot of feelings about comics, ponies, and books. I should draw more dinosaurs, though.
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It just occurred to me that if I want to teach children between the ages of 6 and 11 art, it is wholly in my power to advertize my mad skills on a private basis and run small weekend art classes out of my home or a local children’s centre.

I’m just desperate to do for other young children what Mrs. Havercamp did for me and several generations of public school students in my hometown, but England’s primary (elementary) school structure doesn’t allow for that kind of specialized teaching. Until secondary school, your main class teacher teaches everything, so there aren’t “Specials” (it’s what we called them). Which is also a lot of pressure and leads to a whole new understanding of why education in the arts and technology at that level is so sparse and hit and miss. The arts and technology are very specialized fields, and not everyone has the aptitude for teaching them.

Buy whatever. This is a thing I need to consider.



Solar energy that doesn’t block the view

A team of researchers at Michigan State University has developed a new type of solar concentrator that when placed over a window creates solar energy while allowing people to actually see through the window. It is called a transparent luminescent solar concentrator and can be used on buildings, cell phones and any other device that has a clear surface. And, according to Richard Lunt of MSU’s College of Engineering, the key word is “transparent.”

[read more at MSU] [paper] [picture credit: Yimu Zhao]


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My current plan is to sit here until Matt gets home and then ask him to hoover me/the chair.

I am a lazy mess with a cold. I’m satisfied with my decision.

This stupid cold is moving into my chest and if it weren’t for the fact that I’m supposed to be one of only 4 people working tomorrow, I’d be a hell of a lot more tempted to say “Fuck it” and not go to work in the morning.

Now that I’m having a baby, I keep thinking about the little milestones of my childhood that meant I was Grown Up.

Like the first time I was asked to collect the trash from everyone’s rooms (only the first time), or the first time I did the dishes (stepping carefully between two chairs so I could reach the double sink), or when I was finally big enough to take out the dehumidifier water by myself (about a gallon in an awkward dehumidifier bucket through the basement and garage without spilling it).

And I’m thinking about them and how exciting those moments will be for the baby, and how cool he’ll think he is, haha.

Not that any of that is for years and years. First he’ll have to master how to walk and talk and go to the toilet. Obviously.

Man, it’s going to be super awkward at my husband’s cousin’s baby’s christening in October. Because after the event at the obligatory family gathering (with cake!), there will be a lot of probing about our baby’s eventual christening. Which is an event that I don’t plan on having. Ever.

He can choose for himself when he’s big, but I’m not about to indoctrinate him into a religion that I’m not a part of myself.

Yes. Super awkward for all.


"what music are you into?"
"i like this! it’s very grown up…"

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one of the greatest pixar moments; a family thats ok with you coming 2nd 

they were hiding their identities as superheros not making a statement

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but I’m pretty sure it’s both.

The entire movie is about the massive struggle with identity everyone (except Jack-Jack, but he’s a baby) is trying to deal with. Dash and Bob’s struggle is very much a physical one, because of their abilities, and because Bob desperately wants to live vicariously through his son’s victories — that he’s not allowed to have.

So this moment is really important to both of the major struggles, because *Bob* is happy for Dash to come in second, and *Dash* has come to terms with knowing that being the best isn’t necessarily the most important thing, and *Helen* had realized that being part of a team and a community is more important than keeping her children in isolation out of fear of discovery.

So yeah. It’s both.

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My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

Fun story time. I loved to read. So much so, I was reading chapter books in kindergarden. I broke the record for reading points in elementary school. They actually had to start making up prizes for me. No one in the history of the school had ever read so many books in a year. Basically, my class liked me because I won those suckers pizza parties in my spare time.

In second grade, I had a teacher named Ms. Mobley who believed all children should be average. She flat out told my father that all children should make C’s, and should never strive for more than that.

Not only was she insane, she also would routinely spell things wrong for us to copy for our spelling tests. Later, when we spelled those words wrong on the test, she would mark us off. Yes, our own teacher was sabotaging us.

I should have been tested for gifted classes, but I was not. Why? Ms. Mobley didn’t believe in “gifted” children.

This teacher had tenure and could not be fired.

Never forget.

"The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win." 

George Orwell couldn’t invent this shit

it’s twisted stuff

Where the fuck y’all finding all these shitty ass teachers. Holy shit.

I can relate very closely to the original photo. I have older siblings, and cursive used to be taught in second grade and when I was in first, I got *super excited* and taught myself cursive (with family help). I had just about mastered it and was all ready to try out my new skills in the classroom when one of my classmates, who also knew cursive, was told off by the teacher, out loud in front of everyone, for writing her name in cursive at the top of her paper.

I was already pretty cautious about my first grade teacher, because she was super strict and kept kids (read: me) in at recess if they didn’t finish their morning work, so I never even bothered trying to write in cursive in class.

And then the next year, the school moved cursive to third grade, so I just had to keep printing in class. Towards the end of the year, my teacher busted out her cursive classroom signs, because even though she told us she could get in trouble for it, she saw no reason for us to not be taught how to *read* cursive at the very least.


I have a physics textbook from before it was discovered that the flow of electrons makes electricity and they just sound so frustrated it’s hilarious

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