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please, its 2:30 am, please stop
Every time I see this I’m not sure if its fandom content or just a summary of what being piss drunk with your best friend is like but either way it’s Perfect
Do any other american high schoolers have intense survivor’s guilt and trauma with school shootings even though they weren’t at your school?
Like. A laser tag place opened geared towards teenagers and it got no business, we tried to enjoy it but when someone pointed a laser machine gun at me and I instinctively dropped behind the nearest wall and reached to turn off my phone I cried, I wasn’t the only one. The announcements system turns on at an unexpected time and everyone holds their breath until they say something besides “locks, lights, out of sight,” nobody even jokingly pops chip bags anymore, a door slammed really loud during a class change and everyone dropped and ran. Everyone cries during drills, even the toughest ranch kids. Every drill comes with a full day of teachers crying and telling us that they love us all so much and will die for us, and every kid in every class looking around wondering who would I die for? Who would die for me? You walk to the bathroom and wonder every second if it happens right now, where will I go? You test supply closet doors to see which ones are unlocked, you memorize which furniture in the teachers’ lounge your English teacher says is light enough to barricade a door with. The fire alarm goes off and nobody moves, instead you wait for gunshots—it a trap? You stand with a group of freshmen and realize that you’re the oldest, you know you’ll have to die for them. You forget your ID tag and worry that now the police won’t be able to tell your parents if you’re safe, or not safe. Your stats teacher has a baseball bat by the door, your math teacher keeps a stapler under each desk to throw, your drama teacher asks who will be willing to stand by the non-locking door with the Shakespearean swords. Your yearbook teacher tells you don’t worry about breaking a camera because you heard about the kids who died holding them. You don’t use the bathroom during classes because you don’t want to be the only target to shoot at. You keep your phone on silent 24/7 because you worry the one time you forget will be when you get your whole US History class killed. You have a snap saved with your class schedule and school and full name to send in an instant to your internet friends so they know if you were on that wing, you have a note saved with the things you want your mom to know and the things you’re sorry for. At the age of 12 I was told I needed to know who I would die for and that it was okay if it was nobody, that was my decision to make. School shootings control us more than adults and non-Americans could possibly imagine and nobody moves to change anything unless we’re actively screaming for it. Have you considered we’re too scared?
The absolute fuck. The fuck did I just read. This sounds like dystopian fiction. The fucking fuck.
It isn’t. This is 100% the reality of all American children - not the ones that live in bad neighborhoods, not the ones that make bad choices, ALL OF THEM.
Welcome to America.
This reminds me of a discussion we had in one of my classes the other day-
My professor was describing how everyone from her generation had the same nightmare of a nuke going off. In they dream they all saw the same mushroom cloud and everything. She said that she didn’t think my generation had a dream like that; one that everyone shared and had
For a while none of us could disagree with her. Until this popped up. I raised my hand and mentioned that everyone I knew had an active shooter dream at one point or another. And Every. Single. Person. Nodded. All of us had that dream. All of us.
Pretty telling, huh?
Whoa. I graduated in 2010 and this was not at all the experience I had in school. This is incredibly fucked up and saddens me deeply.
My senior year was like this in 2013, our school had three attempted shootings that year and we all knew the kids who planned it and had notebooks deeming who was and wasn’t safe and how they’d kill us and hatter that, we jumped at everything. We were all too scared. I hate that kids are like this their whole school career and I want to skin the people responsible for letting us keep feeling like this
Second time in two hours I’ve found use for this
We had an active shooter scare at my university a few weeks ago. It was a Saturday, the day after the Christchurch terrorist attack. We were having a vigil in a community meeting space for the victims and the survivors. And then we heard loud, popping noises and screaming.
People began to scream and run, there were university police officers who were yelling “RUN” at the crowd - I had friends who were there at the vigil, friends who ran back to my dorm in tears and in shock. One of the strongest people I know was in utter shock and broke down moments later. I went on every floor of my dorm to make sure that everyone knew what was happening, to make sure they were away from the windows and had their doors locked - we evacuated the first floor of the buildings because it had large windows that had no curtains for them, and we were worried that the shooter would see and enter and kill us all.
We weren’t given the all clear for over four hours.
In those four hours, my entire world changed. I am an international student, and where I come from this isn’t a thing. But in those four hours, every time someone opened the heavy wooden doors of my dorm, I held my breath, hoping to god it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was glued to my phone and laptop, listening to the police radio feed, hearing them evacuate every building while I scoured my feed to make sure my friends were safe. Those four hours were sheer terror, and I’ve had nightmares related to that since.
You know what really caused that? Balloons - and I don’t want to live in a world where the sound of popping balloons makes people think of gunfire.
I know I'm a handful but thats what you got two hands for
Why is this so funny skdkska
The most toxic people in your life sometimes are your family
Me, trying to find ways to connect my favorite song’s lyrics to whatever characters I’m currently obsessed with:
my favorite Millennial Thing™ is when a group of us are standing around and talking and someone asks a question that no one knows the answer to and suddenly it’s a race to get out your phone and google it and be the first to know, and then someone starts reading the Wikipedia article about the thing aloud to everyone else, and what started as a casual conversation is now A Learning Opportunity and we all walk away a little more knowledgeable about a random topic
Like, Boomers hate when we do that, but I think it’s one of the best things about us.
So long as we have internet or a cell signal, all of the world’s collective knowledge is at our fingertips, and damned if we aren’t going to use it.
My dad always get mad when I do this. He’s always like “We didn’t need to know.” That makes no sense to me. Why would that make me ignore my ability to learn something? I don’t always *need* to know but that doesn’t mean I’m going to pass up an opportunity to learn something new.
Why carry a supercomputer around in your pocket if you’re not gonna use it?
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“Money won’t make you happy”
Yeah, financial stability is just horrible
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listen no matter how depressed I am whenever this post shows up on my dash I fucking lose it I just laugh so hard, it’s such a good post. The way it’s presented? Soap on a sink nozzle, okay clearly this is some sort of handwashing appliance. Then there’s just water going everywhere no further explanation it’s so good I’m so happy