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@widespreaddisappointment
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
nature is sacred, pass it on.
"She will take it back some day." -Pink Floyd
slowly but surely
This might be one of my favorite posts because it blows my mind how well we keep nature off of man made things when in reality it can grow over like we were never here
i hate languages
Ok, but what if ghosts age?
Or Develop? Learn things?
Like, when you first die you can’t really do anything, you’re just sort of a wisp of consciousness.
But like over time, you can build up your ability and materialize in different ways, like making apparitions or knocking over objects, eventually talking and stuff.
And like, that’s why some ghosts seem really benign or quiet or inactive and others are able to really fuck with people.
And most apparitions of people dressed like they from the 19th and early 20th century, because younger ghosts don’t have the power to make apparitions yet.
Maybe there are old ghosts whose time in limbo is coming to a close, and they just don’t have the energy to do much, so they just sort of flit in and out as they fade away.
Like the lifespan of a ghost is probably really long. Hundreds of years. But maybe eventually there’s an end. If you’re patient. Or someone helps you through.
And maybe some ghosts don’t really make it. They start to lose their minds, become disruptive, abusive. Or they have some awful residual energy from their previous life. They can do scarier stuff because they have stronger emotional energy.
And maybe some of them come into contact with like, demonic stuff.
“I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.”
— Warsan Shire (via quotemadness)
Shengsi, an archipelago of almost 400 islands at the mouth of China’s Yangtze river, holds a secret shrouded in time – an abandoned fishing village being reclaimed by nature. These photos by Tang Yuhong, a creative photographer based in Nanning, take us into this lost village on the beautiful archipelago.
LET. PIKACHU. SAY. FUCK.
This picture smells like oil paint, cigarettes & dog
Sooooo my sister’s cat has this weird habit
Baby flamingo practicing standing on one leg
oh, do you not have darkvision? fucking idiot.