emotions unnoticed, expressions found

I'm scratching 40, fleeing from twitter and in dire need to scream to the void, so I came back to Tumblr. neurodivergent teacher rants

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Nothing quite like finding a person's social media to remind you they are human and you are probably putting them in a pedestal.

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I'm middle school teacher that teaches only some students in all grades. So I get to see them usually from 2-4 years so I get attached.

Every year many leave, either they graduate middle school, the program or change schools/ city. Every year my heart breaks, and so I've learned to let go, but it just sucks, I saw many of them grow and then again their are gone.

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My mom and I were having a very civil conversation, but then she started talking about something trivial that means a lot to me ( erasing messages in Whatsapp) she erases everything because it gives a clean slate and helps her calm down and appreciate new things. Never erase anything because I have a bad memory and it has saved me many times. But my mom was happy because a chat she has decided to put the "erases after seven days" after she explained why she erases things, and I was going to tell her in a kind and calm manner that just because that helps her doesn't mean it helps other, but at some point I lost it when her story ended up in someone in the chat putting the "eras after" ... So after losing it, and explaining in detail why that isn't helpful and that you can erase for your self without messing the other people's system, she heard me but also told me that I got too emotional and she was concerned.

And yeah... I need to monitor myself cuz more than once I've lost it and just info dumped on the poor soul that just happened to trigger me.

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Today was the last day, and on my school we have this big thing were everyone applauds to ninth graders as they pass through your classrooms as a way to say goodbye and well done. So it's a big emotional moment for them many of them cry.

But today one of my students ( a 6th grader) was crying too. Unfortunately my 6th graders that cry, have the tendency NOT to tell me why, they either brood or just cry it out. So this particular 6th grader is on the you get side, so he still has a baby face and and short height, so all my 7th 8th 9th graders call him little brother and poke his cheeks and grab him.

So, today's scene was ... Incomprehensible yet endearing.

As the 9th graders finish passing, I notice there's a crowd of boys around my 6th grader, and he is crying, big fat tears keep falling down his face, and around him are all the older boys three patting his back, one cleaning his tears and another poking his cheeks, none of them could tell me why he was crying and were equally perplexed, so I just joined them so now it was them doing all the same things, me also patting, and me seating away the hands that were poking him.

After a minute of the tears not abating I just took him away, at this point, now the girls found him, so now I was in charge of telling them all that it would be ok, and that I was taking care of him

I asked him if he was sad because someone had done something to him and he said no, so I asked if he was sad because they were leaving and he said yes.

So I told him it was ok but that I wanted to know if someone bad happened, but if nothing had, he could just wait it out.

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I've become the person that tells the students that they smell like sweat. Most of my students have the magical gene that makes their armpit sweat not smell, which is, amazing since most of them come from recess after playing sports. Unfortunately, some of unlucky students got the regular smelly armpit gene( no shame, the majority of Mexicans have it) so I have become the person that tells them, because nobody else does...

In mexico they tell you in school like in 5th or 4th grade, because they all start to smell, and then their parents tell them because the parents also smell, but with my students nobody tells them, because their peers have the magical gene, and maybe their parents do to, so my guess is that they feel uncomfortable and just assume the person smells bad, like no shower bad, not B.O. bad. So it has happened that everybody can tell, everybody knows who it is, yet nobody tells them!

So I have ended up with that job, but I just tell them, hey, do you use deodorant? And they say? What? What is that? (Im talking 6-8th graders) Then I explain, and add, oh this is for life, you have to put in on always, everyday.

Or if they seem like they would be embarrassed, I say ," hey did you forget to put on Deodorant today? You smell a lot like BO" and let them choose if they pretend they know what I am talking about or if they actually ask. And it's none of my business if they choose not to wear it, but I definitely want them to know so they can make an informed decision.

After I told one, other teachers have kept thanking me since they didn't have the guts to do so themselves.

Today, I told someone and I initially told them I wasn't sure, so I asked them to check themselves, unsure they asked me to check, hahahah and I really didn't want someone without the B.O. gene to put on Deodorant , so I checked... Damn... I just said., yes yes, put on everyday, and they said ok ok.

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Given the fact, that whenever I want to write about something that happened to me, I just end up with these wild lengthy sentences, it never ceases to surprise that I can write in an interesting way.

I came here to scream into the void and ended up in all my old blogs, and I just loved the one where I wrote short stories inspired by the pictures I reblogged.

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Date time at the museum

Yesterday I went on a date. We went to the museum, it was his idea since I don't really care for art. I appreciate it and understand it's value, but as everything visual it doesn't stay long enough on my memory for me to give it barely any attention. I care about memes and pretty pictures, my Pinterest is proof, but art? It just bounces off my skull most times. But I accepted because I wanted to go to the 31 minutos exposition. ( Pretty amazing and fun! Don't miss it)

But we ended up in other galleries with more contemporary art. Abstract stuff, collections, photography, sculpture, and also a bunch of that art they use to pay taxes.

Guy actually liked art, owned some gallery cafe a long time ago, and remembers the names of the artists and their work. Me? I'm there cuz it's something to do.

We started talking about how art is its own thing, yeah we talked about the banana and duct tape... He said he found it immoral, the idea that anybody would spend exorbitant amounts of money on anything of that sort (abstract art that had no workmanship) coincidentally, we found a piece called white #1 a canvas painted with drippy white paint, in which you couldn't recognize if the effect of the paint was made on purpose or if it it had just gotten old, but basically it was a blank canvas...

I told him a bit about how art doesn't need to be specifically anything, but rather just evoke something on humans, or show something about humans, that although we could still do beautiful realistic portraits nobody would care the same they did before because we now have AI and photography, so artists were always finding new ways of evoking feelings, and somehow that didn't equate to making viewable masterpiece.

I don't know if he understood me, half the time I felt I was talking to myself, but he was listening. Similarly when he talked I just listened, we basically were having a two sided monologue.

Can't tell if I'll see him again.

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Met a dude, had no debt, hard worker, owns his own house, work 4 days hets well paid, cares about democratic socialism, know about scifi and fantasy, is well versed in emo music and does not belittle or diminish the metoo movement.

I was like, a this fool, it's too good to be true, and yeah it wasb... He is consensually non monogamous.... Y'all I don't share.

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ok so mom and dad  are moving out

Like she want to move to a house that better suits her needs, so its going to be something small. So I have been unceremoniously kicked out. They aren’t moving any time soon, because selling a house and finding a new one is a huge endeavour, but it is a fact  I won’t be included.Y’all when my mom told my dad about moving out without me, my dad wasn’t concerned with all with me, he didn’t say “ Oh but Alina can’t fend on her own, we can’t leave her behind” and that is the most proud moment i have ever had in my life with my dad. When I graduated college he would constantly belittle my career choices and hint at my impending economical doom. So him, being ok with leaving me alone is the biggest compliment ever, because my dad is a helicopter dad, he is the kind that exists to provide for others, when I first tried to get a job when I was 16 he got super offended because he felt like I was saying that he didn’t give me enough and I needed to go and look for it in a part time job. ( ironic.. he didn’t want me to work and when I did he expected me not to flourish). I am ecstatic, honestly, coming from my dad there is no higher praise, him not being worried about me means he finds me self-sufficient and independent, he respects me as an individual and not as something that he owns and has to protect. 

:)

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You are not worth what you earn

After reading a lot, the radical idea that the amount of money you earn doesn't define your worth really started to sink in. Like I always said that phrase, but I said it when I talked about being civil, educated and nondiscriminating to people living in poverty. Like I equated this to being polite and saying hello and calling them by their names. I thought I am no better than them, but that's as far as my thinking went. Now I know that's not it... Why is a poor person a second class citizen? Why do they live in bad housing and eat bad food, and don't have access to premium education and healthcare? Why am I more deserving of those things? Why is wealth unevenly distributed? Why are we so obsessed in saying that economy grew when there are so many living in abject poverty? If resources are being unecessarily depleted for profits instead of need? Why does someone with money have more power? Are they not living the same 24 hours? Do they need more to live than I do? Aren't their basic needs the same as mine? And if I am the rich, and I am the one that profits, why should I? If I profit it means I am getting more money for somebody else's work, for taking the resources of something, I am making the decision that I deserve more, and that my need to accrue more wealth is more important than somebody else's life or resources. And I can also profit of an intangible idea, because I am charging others for thinking about it first. (Copyright, patents) .I am holding my knowledge as a secret and as a weapon, you must suffer because I don't want to share, your suffering is worth less than my monetary incentive. I understand salary, you work you get paid. But you can't believe that Everytime someone gets paid more it's because they are working 'more' because in so many cases it's just privilege, you had more opportunities and that's the reason you somehow ended profiting from someone else's labor. Now when I say, "a persons worth is not defined by the amount of money they make. " I mean to say that I am not willing to shut up about how the unecessary wealth of some is killing others. It is so unnerving because I have stopped thinking this about the poor and how they are worthy, but rather how the rich are usually not worthy.... Incredibly just for the fact that they are rich, that they are hoarding wealth, that they are profiting someone else's livelihood and that sucks, cuz I had never thought that anyone was evil just for being in any situation, but I see it now. Being in any type of privilege and not talking about it, not educating yourself on it is oppressing too. Who am I opressing? Who's silence am I taking advantage of? Just because I am not directly affected by it, doesn't mean I want to uphold and perpetuate it.

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Talking capitalism

I usually talk with my mom about socialism/capitalism I never call it that cuz then she thinks it's political and gets all annoyed. Today I was talking to her about profit, how before I didn't understand Nonprofits, because I thought, but they are making profits, I mean all of those people working there are getting salaries. But it just clicked, what a non profit is a place where you work get a salary but no one gets rich, and by getting rich I mean no one profits from the labor of others, no one cuts corners, or makes decisions so that things cost less and someone wins money from it. I also mentioned that a common argument used against giving people government aid (food stamps, unemployment money, welfare programs) is that it will make people lazy, but I am not lazy... If anything I can't stop working and I mention myself because I lived in a house that I didn't pay, I got an allowance, I always had food, if I ever got sick my dad paid for everything, and yet I still work, produce I am not lazy! I got everything handed over yet, I am a productive member of society. I talked about how it is unfair for people who get minimum wages because they won't ever be able to get out of there,As I was mentioning this, mom started to get annoyed telling me like some people only work in place that pays minimum for a while, then they move up, or change jobs, it's just a step in a ladder , and I countered that there were plenty that didn't move out that only ever worked for minimum wage, and she started to get more annoyed and with a voice showing anger, said: well why don't you go and ask the owners of the companies you can go and find out, but her voice was super aggravated, so I told her, I wasn't attacking her this wasn't personal, I was just thinking aloud but she said she was annoyed because this things weren't her fault and she couldn't carry them, and then I said ok ,ok, I see that I can only talk about commonalities with you, and I think she didn't like me saying that, and I said I mean it has affected you all your life, and she just started at me... Like what? I am like yes, some years ago I noticed that I wasn't doing anything around the house and I realised that your work and your life was as valid as mine, why should you do everything just because I studied more or win more money, and she stared at me and said, "no! But if you hadn't noticed I would've done something I wasn't going to be anyone's slave I would left , I would've done something! "and I believe something struck her when she said slave, like her tone changed, because I have kept telling her, she is just as important as I am, she deserves free time and wages and freedom she shouldn't devote her life to us, and I said I read about this things (socialism/ anti capitalism) and I apply it to my one life and that's why I mention them to her, I wasn't picking a fight or complaining, and I ask a lot of retoric questions because I know if I tell her then it's just preaching, or being condecendent... She already knows and I ask to see how much , but she perceived it as me attacking it or being unnecessarily argumentative about things that she wasn't at fault at. And it's true what I told her, if you read all this theories and see them in world/country but you don't see them in your house and on your work you haven't understood that well. here was this post on Pinterest that said something like "The man knows all leftist literature, but doesn't do the dishes" And like other socialist thinkers were totally supported by the women in their lives, like while they wrote or got themselves all woke, at the same time they were oppressing their moms and sisters. If you believe anti-capitalism/socialism but don't apply it to your own life, do you really know it? If you rage against the government and the institutions and the big companies but then turn around and expect your mom to do everything for you, just because you were born to her? And it got me all sad, like I don't want my mom to get depressed over all the horrible things this world has, cuz she is very empathic and it does damage her, but at the same time sometimes I just want to talk to someone, I just want to show someone my thoughts especially if they affect her. I told her I started changing in the house (doing more work, getting responsibilities, defending her, ) because I read and educated myself about things, and she said if you wouldn't have done that I would've exploded and things would've happened, and I said: why did you need to explode? Why can't I learn and change before it affects you? And I swear she was angry, because she believed that she was her own emancipator, that she could've done it alone, that she wasn't helpless and she might've just realised that talking about the difficult topics is what makes these changes possible, and that just 'exploding' might not .

[anarchistin]

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just remember, “poverty” is a social construct. when the economy collapses, the farms don’t disappear. goods don’t vanish from the stores. poverty is created through exclusion. it is violence. so when you see articles about how the pandemic could “plunge billions into poverty,” please remember that it’s not the virus that’s creating poverty.

if i have a warehouse stored full of grain, and a drought wipes out your crops, it’s not the climate that’s making you starve, it’s me with my refusal to share my stockpile.

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JACKPOT?

Basic  human decency:

HE says I love you ? Who cares if he says is it? WHat is important is if he actually shows it.

He loves his mom? Unless mom was abusive or neglected him chances are he doesn’t like her because she  didn’t let him have his way . 

It’s logic....if someone is good to you, you like them , if someone is bad to you , you don’t  like them. Saying that loving your mom is going the extra mile implies that you are entitled to hate her. WHY? she raised you!! He still flirts with you, that one is uncommon, many people treat you well and love but might not flirt with you anymore. 4. You are a partnership, it's cool that he is not selfish, but not as much as for him to be codependent. 5. Yeah that's cool, not everyone can make boring things fun, as long as you are not implying that the alternative is making them while making you miserable .... You are not his mom, you do not need to nag and manage his every chore, he is a man, he should be able to manage alone.... 6.he encourages you to pursue your dreams??? Basic human decency.... What is this opposed to? Dragging you down to only get his dreams done? The important word here is Jackpot, like again, this is not extra.... This is the basics.... 7. He comforts you when you are down. Wow this is getting redundant Basic human decency, comforting someone is basic human decency it is not extra....

8. He is a hard worker? This is not extra this is basic... 9. He surprises you. They explain that this implies everyone in a while he does something cute and nice for you. I am getting tired.... This . Is. Basic. Human. Decency. 10.He compliments you . This. Is. Basic. Human. Decency.... I totally ranted about this because it came up on my Pinterest.... And I couldn't believe it, most of this things are not EXTRA for me, I consider most of these basic and necessary not extraordinary.... In fact they are quite boring and not that hard to achieve.... Do you realize how low is the bar for many men? Like girls will gloat about my man has never hit me or yelled at me, yeah gurl.... That's what the normal should be.... Gloat when he actually goes the extra mile ... Not when he loves his mom....

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racial issues

When reading Holes by Louis Sachar, we came to the part the Stanley mentions that there are no racial issues among the boys of camp green lake. My student is in fifth grade but is learning english as a second language and he is from Korea. There are things in the book that he doesn’t understand because they are culturally different and we go through them together. I usually ask him if he understood and then prompt my specific question, this time if he understood what Stanley meant by racial issues.  I had to explain which race was which not because he didn’t know them but because he didn’t know the name in english of each one, admittedly he didn’t know there was a differentiation between “white” and “latino/hispanic” but he knew the other ones, I asked him if he knew what race he was ( he didn’t) and he asked me quite sincerely, why do they say I am white/black etc, why not say “I am a person”

and I think I smiled quite distinctively and said I agreed. 

He also didn’t understand why Elya Yelnats chose Myra Menke if Myra’s head “was as empty as a flowerpot”, when I explained it was because she was pretty, he still thought it was not a good idea, and that he wouldn’t chose her, and he didn’t say it in the typical way some high schoolers act, diminishing anyone who is pretty, vapid or shallow, he was just truly curious as to why anyone for any reason would want to be with someone like that ( which just shows his socio-developmental age. )

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“Man is not affected by events, but by the view he takes of them.”

— Epictetus

[fuchsiamae]

an incomplete list of unsettling short stories I read in textbooks

the scarlet ibis

marigolds

the diamond necklace

the monkey’s paw

the open boat

the lady and the tiger

the minister’s black veil

an occurrence at owl creek bridge

a rose for emily

(I found that one by googling “short story corpse in the house,” first result)

the cask of amontillado

the yellow wallpaper

the most dangerous game

a good man is hard to find

some are well-known, some obscure, some I enjoy as an adult, all made me uncomfortable between the ages of 11-15

add your own weird shit, I wanna be literary and disturbed

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The Tell-Tale Heart, The Gift of the Magi, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calavaras County, Thank You Ma'am

[allyitis]

the box social by james reaney. i remember we all had to silently read it in class, and you would hear the moment everyone reached the Part because some people would audibly go “what”

[fuchsiamae]

wHat did I just put my eyes on

[schrodingers-rufus]

“The Veldt” by Ray Bradbury

Not quite a short story, but read in class: “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street” from The Twilight Zone

[w3rewolf-th3rewolf]

Harrison Bergeron, Cat and the Coffee Drinkers

[rebel-against-reality]

“Where are you going and where have you been” by Joyce carol oates

[actuallyapathy]

“The Pedestrian” by Ray Bradbury

[asexualzoro]

the lottery by shirley jackson

[eccentwrit]

i can’t believe Roald Dahl’s “The Landlady” wasn’t already mentioned and also it’s not so much unsettling as more absurdist but “The Leader” by Eugene Ionesco definitely made me go wtf

[idlewildly]

Ett halvt ark papper. I cried so much.

[bravinto]

Ночь у мазара, А. Шалимов

[siderealsandman]

A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury

[insanitysbloomings]

I Have no Mouth, and I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison

[felderwin]

The Lottery by Shirley Jackson

All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury 

[was-once-somewhere-else]

Some of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby, by Donald Barthelme

[jeaniefranklins]

I read Ray Bradbury’s “All Summer In A Day” in seventh grade (it wasn’t assigned, I was just going through my textbook for new stuff to read) and as a bullied kid with SAD, it Fucked Me Up.

[sanguinarysanguinity]

An Ordinary Day with Peanuts, by Shirley Jackson

[real-faker]

Eh, this was more like community college, but The Star by Arthur C. Clarke

[scarlettaagni]

Lamb to the Slaughter by Roald Dahl

and this story that I can’t remember the name of and can’t find, though it might be by O. Henry? it’s about a bunch of demons who want to stop Santa Claus from going through with Christmas, and he must travel through the mountains they inhabit to escape their vices? (good christ I can’t remember the name for the life of me)

[ghostloner]

Ok but the laughing man and a good day for bananafish but j.d. Salinger

[nitrosplicer]

The City (195) Ray Bradbury. An intense commentary on colonialism and space exploration. I read it for a sci fi survey class.

Another short story I read in that sci fi class was Vaster than Empires and More Slow (1971) by Ursula K. Le Guin. A commentary on humanity and how human we believe ourselves to be. Also, an interesting commentary on mental health.

In the Woods Beneath the Cherry Blossoms in Full Bloom, written in 1947 by Ango Sakaguchi. It made my skin crawl the first time I read it.

Also going to recommend For A Breath I Tarry by Roger Zelazny, a commentary on whether AI can become human in a future without humans: http://www.kulichki.com/moshkow/ZELQZNY/forbreat.txt

[cryingalonewithfrankenstein]

whoever posted “The Laughing Man” and “A Good Day For Bananafish” is Correct

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the scarlet ibis

marigolds

the diamond necklace

the monkey’s paw

the open boat

the lady and the tiger (I assume you meant Stockton’s The lady or the  tiger?)

the minister’s black veil

an occurrence at owl creek bridge

a rose for emily

the cask of amontillado

the yellow wallpaper

the most dangerous game

a good man is hard to find

The Tell-Tale Heart

 The Gift of the Magi

The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calavaras County

 Thank You Ma'am

The box social 

The Veldt

The Monsters are Due on Maple Street

Harrison Bergeron

Cat and the Coffee Drinkers

Where are you going and where have you been

The Pedestrian” by Ray Bradbury

The lottery by shirley jackson

The Landlady

The Leader

Ett halvt ark papper.

Ночь у мазара, А. Шалимов

A Sound of Thunder 

I Have no Mouth, and I Must Scream 

All Summer in a Day 

Some of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colby

An Ordinary Day with Peanuts

The Star 

Lamb to the Slaughter

The laughing man 

A perfect day for bananafish

The City (link goes to compendium of short stories)

Vaster than Empires and More Slow (1971) by Ursula K. Le Guin.

In the Woods Beneath the Cherry Blossoms in Full Bloom 

For A Breath I Tarry 

[the-prince-of-tides]

All of Flannery O'Connor’s shorts.

[thecaffeinebookwarrior-deactiva]

I didn’t read it in a text book, but “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream” haunted me for life.

[papalseagull-deactivated2020082]

There’s links 🙌🙌🙌

[imjackdotcom]

A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings isn’t creepy it’s just a little odd and it’s absolutely my favorite thing I’ve ever read in schools.

The Story Of An Hour isn’t creepy either but it’s tragic that’s for sure

[saturnsocoolioyep]

I’m so glad people have added The Lottery cause I had to read that for class when I was twelve and it fucked me right up