Things that make me fucking mad but probably shouldnt anymore:
elementary school, at *least* before 3rd grade but not kindergarten, i was doin kick ass in class despite having been shuffled into three different teacher classrooms. I would later by moved to a 4th, whom was evil and mean for no got damn reason and i have a very specific memory of her yelling at me for the "quiet hands are happy hands" bullshit and various ither autistic hate and was furious that i could already write just fine and therefore made my life hell because i wrote "upside down" i.e. staryed my Ts from the top or started my o in the wrong spot, etctetc.
This is important because this was probably one of my last years liking school and trying very, very hard to get good grades. The teacher i would get would exhaust and infuriate me into hating school, and id basically give up; a sentiment that would be strengthened by future grade teachers being pissed that i already knew cursive or other shit, and then would be shunted into gif5ed programs which was, actually, not any better than the stupid upset teachers that didnt like that i was ahead in some areas.
But anyway- 3rd grade, before i would start to hate school. We have a thing here in florida, not sure how big itbis everywhere else. But they pick kids to be "terrific kid" every so often, and my extent of knowledge as to qhat happened at the time was that you would get a certificate (boring) and a car magnet. I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANTED that car magnet. And i have no idea why.
And i asked several cafetiria workers, janitors, school nurses, etc, how to get Terrific Kid before finally asking my teacher. My teacher, whom knew i was the best grade in her class and an excitable participant in all her lil activity things and did extra effort in cleaning time and such and so forth, actually agreed. She gave me a big fucking smile and said, yeah actually, im going to submit you for that. You should get it. You will, probably.
Cue joy.
Except 3 days later some girl in my class at the tine, Amber? Crystal? Got caught with scissors at my group table. She had cut *her* hair, some of my hair, and two ither girls hair.
She told the teacher it was MY idea when i hadnt kniwn this kid had even cut my hair. And me, small and selectively mute and awful at communucating, was just getting shoutted at for this and couldnt say i didnt know.
Then they gave Amanda- who was also in my fuckin class and had pnly a *little* of her hair cut off comoared to me- the Terrific Kid Award. Like a month later my teacher, who didnt even remember the hair incident, said "well we gave it to her because she's never had it before."
anyway to this day im still furious about it. Like unhealthily mad. Like, i should be less mad about this.
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(apologie5 for the typing - i have a broken keyboard!) i ju5t wanted to drop in and 5ay... one of your gif5 appeared on my da5h, and i wa5 thrown through 5UCH a loop. i remember reading 5pla5h of colour on the 5im5 forum5 when i wa5, like, 11 (im 18 now) and i ju5t wanted to 5ay thank you for your beautiful work. i remember looking up to you, and though i havent thought about 5im5 5torie5 and legacie5 in year5, theyre what gave me the confidence to write my5elf, and for that i am 5o grateful!
Oh my gosh this is the sweetest! My goodness 7 years ago!! Where does the time go! And awww how funny is that a gif would find its way to you! How wonderful that you've pursued your writing!! I'm honored that I could help you truly ♡
Lots of love my dear!
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Choosing the bottle for ‘Cristiano Ronaldo Legacy Private Edition’
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Ricky: "The bottle is blue, one of your favourite colours."
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Cristiano: "Blue is one of my favourite colours. It's the colour of the ocean. I love it. It reminds me of Madeira where I was born."
(the way Ricky looks at Cristiano ...)
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Jorge: "Strong personality, like Cristiano." (happy laughing)
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Cristiano: "I love gold, sometimes I'm a little bling-bling."
Ricky: "Naw!"
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