Things I want in the next 5 years
- a stable job that i love
- enough money to live comfortably and travel
- a fulfulling relationship

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Things I want in the next 5 years
- a stable job that i love
- enough money to live comfortably and travel
- a fulfulling relationship
Because treating people fairly often means treating them differently.
This is something that I teach my students during the first week of school and they understand it. Eight year olds can understand this and all it costs is a box of band-aids.
I have each students pretend they got hurt and need a band-aid. Children love band-aids. I ask the first one where they are hurt. If he says his finger, I put the band-aid on his finger. Then I ask the second one where they are hurt. No matter what that child says, I put the band-aid on their finger exactly like the first child. I keep doing that through the whole class. No matter where they say their pretend injury is, I do the same thing I did with the first one.
After they all have band-aids in the same spot, I ask if that actually helped any of them other than the first child. I say, “Well, I helped all of you the same! You all have one band-aid!” And they’ll try to get me to understand that they were hurt somewhere else. I act like I’m just now understanding it. Then I explain, “There might be moments this year where some of you get different things because you need them differently, just like you needed a band-aid in a different spot.”
If at any time any of my students ask why one student has a different assignment, or gets taken out of the class for a subject, or gets another teacher to come in and help them throughout the year, I remind my students of the band-aids they got at the start of the school year and they stop complaining. That’s why eight year olds can understand equity.
I remember reading somewhere once “we should be speaking of equity instead of equality” and that is a principle that applies here me thinks
What A Great Idea!
This billboard is made of 2,000 cheeseburgers that anyone can take for free.
This bag of chips has two perforations so you can open it more the further down you eat.
This pill bottle lid tells you when you last opened it.
This is a phone charging station where you can pedal to get power.
Trash bins in Copenhagen are angled so cyclists can toss their trash while biking.
This dressing room has labeled hooks to help you separate your clothes.
Choose a cup and let everyone know about your current status.
Doghouses near a supermarket in Copenhagen.
There’s a special place for your pet in this supermarket cart.
A cafe in Poland provides its guests with water for their pets.
These bananas are sorted by how ripe they are at the moment.
This pharmacy has a magnifying glass so people can read medicine labels more easily.
This pizza place has a display with all their pizza sizes and how large they are compared to each other.
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Margaritas aren’t girl drinks they’re drinks for everyone.
ok can we agree that the WORST feeling is when you’re just sitting around consciously procrastinating and you’re just overly aware that each second that passes is more time wasted and you like watch hours pass and you’re STILL procrastinating and you CANT STOP and your panicked brain is trapped inside a body that refuses to be productive and inside you’re screaming but outwardly you’re just eating chips
I hate that bugs don’t take fall damage
How I knock a spider off the ceiling and that shit hit the ground and start running
Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.
Look at the notes tho
“Look, from what I’ve seen, people change. Time changes people. It’s a fact. Maybe you think you’re good for each other now; but who knows, you could end up walking separate paths later on in life. Having said that, sometimes you find that even time can’t change two people that are truly meant to be together. What I’m saying is, don’t worry and think about the future too much. Don’t try to predict what will happen. You still don’t fully know who you are at this point. Maybe in five years or ten years time you’ll realize that you need something, someone different.”
— my mentor, on relationships.
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working with children is a wild fucking experience yall. this morning at work one of our second graders got my attention and was like “you know what word my mom told me not to say? PUSSY.” and i was like “then why did you just say it??” and she went “i dunno” and then dabbed
“what are we doing?”
They both know they got too much money to be blowing bubbles
For the month of October ‘til Halloween, my dad changes up the scene of these 2 skeletons on his front porch each day for the neighbors to check out. Very creative!
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One thing I’ve learned: when people end whatever they’re saying with “idk, I’m probably not making any sense,” it usually means they are telling you something very close and personal to them, something that’s such an integral part of their being that they have trouble putting it into words that do it justice.
this hit me so incredibly hard, because it’s so very true