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Homeschool to prison pipeline
Hey guess what?
We have a homeschool-to-prison pipeline now.
https://www.propublica.org/article/a-teenager-didnt-do-her-online-schoolwork-so-a-judge-sent-her-to-juvenile-detention
Grace is a 15-year-old with ADHD and a long history of behavioral difficulties who ended up on probation after a fight with her mom led to the confiscation of her phone and her briefly stealing a classmate’s phone.
Grace is now in a juvenile facility where her life is at risk from covid because one of her probation conditions was to do her homework, and when her school in Oakland County Michigan went online only, she struggled to complete her distance education homework.
As a result, Judge Mary Ellen Brennan ignored the Michigan governor’s orders to minimize the incarceration of children and ordered Grace imprisoned…for not doing her homework.
The Propublica story on Grace and her single mother Charisse - written by Jodi S Cohen - is a heartbreaker and a half. It paints a picture of a kid whose need for extra educational attention was met by a stern and uncaring system, from caseworker to judge.
Judge Brennan does not come off well in this story. She ordered Grace to appear in person in court - the only case of the day with that requirement - and then refused a continuance when Grace’s lawyer said he would NOT come to court and risk his life to argue her case.
Brennan’s sentence was handed down after Grace’s caseworker Michelle Giroux admitted that she did not know the details of Grace’s learning disabilities and had not familiarized herself with the legally mandated supports for them that Grace had not recieved.
Brennan called Grace a “threat to the community” for missing her homework, denied Grace’s pleas for more time to adjust to homeschooling, and had her taken out of the courtroom in handcuffs.
It goes without saying that, like the majority of Michigan teens sentenced to youth detention in defiance of the governor’s orders, Grace is Black. Black children in Michigan are four times likelier to be imprisoned than their white peers.
Grace has not been permitted to see her mother, except by videoconference. Her mother’s attempts to bring her clothes and toys have been rebuffed by the facility, because of petty rules like those stipulating that underwear must be briefs, or that jeans can’t be “too tight.”
When Grace is brought out for videoconference status meetings with the court, the child is handcuffed and put in ankle shackles. She makes heartbreaking pleas to be returned to her mother. The judge has ordered her held until at least Sept 8.
For missing her homework.
Action: call Judge Mary Ellen Brennan at 248-701-3183 or 248-858-0355 and ask her to reverse her sentence and send Grace back home
Me: “Here are some free masks if you didn’t bring your own.”
Father: “We can’t, we have medical issues.”
Son: “What? No we don’t.”
Hey so fun fact, the ADA does not protect your right to go inside a business/building without a mask during a pandemic. If you’re disabled and unable to wear a mask, the business or organization must do their best to provide an equivalent service - say curbside pickup of groceries or a food order, or providing the same information on paper for a nature center. They do not have to let you inside.
As a disabled person who educates on the ADA, this abuse of disability law by abled people who clearly don’t give a flying fuck about disabled people and our civil rights infuriates me. If your center requires a mask and they won’t (or can’t) wear one, kick them out.
I do wish we could go on a trip to a cabin. It would be very nice. But I don't want to make Joxter uncomfortable or upset. I suppose I could make a compromise.
Go camping outside the cabin some nights :D
Original post can be found here.
Gentiles are encouraged to read all the way through and reblog.
The Oshun Oxtra swayed with the calmness of the ocean waves, a nice change from the roughness it had been experiencing the week before. The crew had docked at a town for supplies, Hodgkins and Moomin going on ahead to get the shopping list done, leaving the other two crew members behind.
Joxter had been taking a nap, curled up in a sunspot amongst the rope on deck to quell the seasickness he sometimes suffered from the constant rocking, it was times like these he wished Hodgkins would hurry up and figure out how to make the ship fly so he wouldn’t have to deal with the never ending movement the waves seemed to create.
But now he was hungry, so he stretched, realizing they were docked and not out in a world of endless blue. He itched to explore, but truthfully, he didn’t want to go to town alone, far too tired to deal with the glares and suspicious looks Mumriks always got no matter where he was in the world.
He scratched his head, popping his neck and grimacing when a loud snap sounded. He wasn’t old, hardly at the end of his twenties, but his body felt like it was aging without him leaving Joxter in a constant state of fatigue that didn’t translate well with his crew.
Well, everyone but one person.
That had Joxter moving, walking to the coffee tin that sat on the deck near his preferred napping spot, the lid was closed, so Joxter lightly rapped his knuckles against the metal, waiting for a sign that his favorite person was inside. He was met with a small squeak, followed by shuffling and a hesitant hello, queuing Joxter that something was bothering his friend.
“Might I join you?”
A pause, and then the lid popped, leaving a crack that Joxter could pear through. It was a silent invitation, one that meant that Muddler didn’t feel like speaking at the moment, and Joxter could decide if he wanted to stay.
He chose to stay, just like every time he was allowed it. Joxter eased the lid open, knowing just how far he had to move it back to climb in without it causing a loud creak, he had done this so many times it was like a dance, one foot near the toaster, the other at the old box of nuts and bolts, leaving his entrance nearly silent.
He closed the lid back, keeping everything dark but the small night light Muddler had found. His friend was curled up in the center of his collection, three blankets, and an old pillow the only thing he was using, his scarf and overcoat neatly folded amongst the clutter.
Joxter settled with his back against a giant plush bear they had picked up a while ago, the stuffing sunken into Joxter’s shape, giving away how often he found himself here. Muddler still hadn’t spoken, and Joxter wasn’t going to make him, he brought his hands out in front of himself, signing that they had docked and the other two members had gone into town for the day.
Muddler nodded at the information, sitting up much to Joxter’s surprise and wiping his eyes from the tears that seemed to gather.
“I… I don’t feel g…good.”
Joxter had guessed as much, Muddler usually insisted on taking him everywhere when they made it to a new town, but today wasn’t a good day, and Joxter planned to spend as much of it with his friend as possible.
“Are you anxious? Or is it something else?”
“Anxious, and s… something else.”
Joxter tilted his head as he watched Muddler go over what he wanted to say, he never pushed the issue, letting Muddler work out what he wanted to share and what he didn’t.
“I’m in a lot of pain… I t…think I’m sick again…”
Joxter knew that was hard on his friend, Muddler seemed to have issues with his body like he did, they understood each other in that sense, and never blamed it on laziness, or irrational fear like others had.
“Do you need me to get you anything?”
Muddler shook his head no, moving the blankets for Joxter to join him like he had countless times before.
“You being h…here is e..enough.”
Joxter was happy to oblige Muddler’s request, taking his hat off and sitting it to the side, he curled up in the small nest with his friend. He was purring within minutes, running his hand up and down Muddler’s back, trying to alleviate some of the stress and pain.
“Joxter…”
“Yes, mouse?”
“Y…You smell good.”
Joxter chuckled at that, knowing Muddler had a particular liking to how he smelled after taking a nap in the sun. He kissed the top of Muddler’s head, letting him settle further into his arms.
“I took a nap there just for you, mouse.”
That earned him a giggle, and Joxter could feel Muddler smiling against his chest.
“I love y…you.”
“I love you too.”
Singing Voice Adjectives
Agile
- A light voice which moves easily in terms of pitch, capable of executing complex and fast passages of music.
Androgynous - A voice which is capable of sounding either male or female accurately (often applied to countertenors, sopranists and tenore altini).
Angelic - Often applied to children voices, and in some cases adult female voices, this voice creates a sense of purity and sacredness.
Bright - A voice which is light in terms of vocal weight, and clear, giving off a sense of optimism, with the ability to cut through other voices and music.
Breathy - A voice that uses a large amount of breath in its production, in some cases giving it a more intimate quality, and in others obscuring diction.
Charismatic - A voice which walks the fine line between being seductive and being charming, this voice has a persuasive quality.
Charming - A voice that carries a sense of simplicity and confidence and has a very natural quality.
Clear - A voice that carries through music easily, while not sounding forced or pushed, but rather well-balanced in its production.
Delicate - A voice that caresses the notes and lyrics that it is singing. Sometimes can include a ‘catch’ in the voice that sacrifices sometimes a certain amount of diction for emotion
Golden - A confident voice that ripples with warmth and confidence.
Gruff This voice conveys a sense of earthiness and roughness. Often the sound of experience, it often sounds weathered and troubled.
Growling - Often associated with rock music, a singer who uses growl in their vocal production can give the impression of snarling their words and notes, giving them a rougher edge.
Haunting - The quality of this voice is one that leaves a lasting effect on the listener. Often quiet and tentative, it sometimes sacrifices diction and breathing technique for emotive expression.
Heroic - A voice that is filled with confidence and inspires bravery, it often sounds full and comfortable in the upper chest register.
Honest - An open voice that doesn’t sound over-worked or produced, but rather finds its comfortable area easily conveys a sense of truth well.
Husky - A voice that has a rough but appealing nature that contains a certain sex appeal to it. Often a deeper voice associated with baritones and contr/altos respectively.
Hypnotic -This soft voice captures the attention of and mesmerizes the listener.
Lilting - A lively and cheerful voice, containing a rhythmic quality, which is often associated with Celtic and folk styles of music.
Nasal - A voice where the vocal production is unbalanced and pushed too much into the nasal resonating area, instead of opening out.
Piercing - Piercing voices are ones which cut cleanly through music as well as other voices. This can sometimes be in a negative sense if it is the result of too much nasality, and as such can be sharp on the ears.
Passionate - This voice drips with emotion and fire, allowing the audience to effectively feel whatever the singer wants to express - often used to describe pop, MT and rock voices.
Pushed - A voice where the chest/modal part of the voice swells in volume, intensity and pitch to create a sense of pushing its upper limits. In opera often described as Spinto
Rasping - A voice which has a rasping quality, often found in the vocal production of rock-based vocalists.
Regal - Often the sound of reason and nobility, this voice has a commanding, yet relaxed sound, that gives the impression of calm control.
Rich - A voice with a full and engaging timbre, that flows easily and contains in it a sense of gravitas and experience.
Ringing - A voice which carries easily and can be heard clearly over music and other voices (often used to describe tenor voices in opera).
Seductive - A voice that oozes sex appeal and conveys a sense of persuasion.
Soulful - This voice conveys a connection between heart and voice. It can be highly emotive and is often capable of executing riffs, runs and fioritura.
Twangy - A voice that often incorporates a heavy uses of nasality, which is also generally associated with country and western styles of music.
Youthful - A bright and high pitched voice, often associated with child singers, or developed singers whose fach is placed fairly high, such as high tenors, contertenors, high mezzos and sopranos.
ADHD, bane of my existence, give me something worse to do so I can stop procrastinating my writing and procrastinate the other thing instead. Amen.
Some of my Juddler Au art
Including Suburban Modern AU and them as little kiddies
aa ok i really liked how the sketch on paper turned out so
Once the rain passed, Muddler found his friend curled up on a pile of rope, using a sack of flour as a pillow.
Joxter slept often, usually in strange places like this one, and would often make complaints about their adventures, though he’d never actually refuse to go with them when asked.
This time he did.
Muddler woke him up gently, unlike Moomin and Hodgkins, and he noticed the split second where Joxter seemed to wince as he woke up, though he quickly tried to correct it and hide it from Muddler. He thought best not to mention it if Joxter didn’t want to share.
“Moomin found something on the island. He won’t t..tell us what it is. Are you coming? I’m awfully nervous.”
“No, I think I’ll continue my nap.”
He closed his eyes again, but Muddler was worried about his friend and his question kept him awake, though his eyes remained firmly shut.
“Are you okay?”
“As usual.”
“No, I d..don’t think you are.”
That got him to open his eyes. Muddler was never assertive like that, always too anxious, and he was anxious now, too, with a shaky voice and trembling hands, but it was necessary.
“I saw you wince.”
Joxter sighed and sat up to face him properly, wincing again with the movement and Muddler couldn’t help but take one of his hands when he saw it. His friend didn’t seem to mind and he let him have his answer without a fight.
“My body hurts. Always does. Today is worse than usual so I’m trying to sleep it off.”
Muddler wasn’t sure what to say to that. Hearing that his friend was in constant pain and still went out on their physically demanding adventures twisted him up inside. Did he not trust them enough to tell them what was wrong?
“I’m sorry... Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
“My pain tolerance is amazing.”
“Joxter.”
Another sigh and then Joxter took his other hand and gave both of them a small squeeze that was returned in kind.
“Okay. It’s because... I don’t want to be a burden. I don’t want to slow you all down.”
Muddler’s eyes widened with the revelation. That was something he could relate to, so maybe he really could help his friend with this problem.
“I slow everybody d..down all the time. Do you think I’m a burden?”
“No.”
“Neither are you. You- You’re smart and your forebodings are so, so helpful and... and none of us want you t..to be in pain.”
“Can’t help it.”
“I know. Please t..tell me when your pain is too much. I... I can stay with you when they leave. I don’t much like adventures anyway.”
“Alright, mouse.”
He was clearly anxious himself, refusing to meet Muddler’s gaze, which was usually the other way around, and fidgeting with his hat, but then he said something else that had both of them relaxing.
“Thank you.”
This is about goodbye…
Short story about grief, I wanted to try something slightly different. Maybe someone out there needs to see this.
(Sorry for the huge watermarks, but people keep removing my signature from my pages and I’m trying to protect my work somehow .___. )
I tried my best xwx
Когда я рисовал это, то, кажется, забывал дышать (When I drew this, I seemed to forget to breathe) D:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Mumintroll | Moomins Series - Tove Jansson, Moominvalley (Cartoon 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll/Snusmumriken | Snufkin, Mumintrollet | Moomintroll & Snusmumriken | Snufkin Characters: Snusmumriken | Snufkin, Mumintrollet | Moomintroll, Lilla My | Little My, Snorkfröken | The Snork Maiden Additional Tags: Language of Flowers, Flowers, Flower Gore Summary:
When Snufkin arrives after the winter melts away, Moomintroll couldn’t be happier. But when the mumrik falls ill to a strange sickness, the two must find a way to save him before the summer’s end.
got chapter two together
One by one, they all left.
Muddler was the first to go, getting married too quickly and running off to live with his pregnant wife.
Then, it was Moomin, finding the one woman he’d ever loved just after Muddler found Fuzzy, and they also got married too soon and moved to some remote valley across the ocean. They’d even taken his sweet Mymble with them, along with all of her children.
He’d thought Hodgkins would stay. He was always busy with one thing or another for Daddy Jones, but he got called upon to share his inventions with people all over the world and he never came back, likely too taken with the culture and resources of other lands.
Not one of them had said their goodbyes.
Now, Joxter was all alone on an island filled with people he didn’t care for and a multitude of empty homes that just served as reminders of his old friends.
Once or twice, the locals had tried to get closer to him, but they all ran off when they met his gaze or lost interest in him when he didn’t reveal everything about himself right away.
He never thought he’d dislike himself so much.
He was no more than a monster to the local children. They’d run and scream whenever they saw him coming down the path. And the adults weren’t much better, always shying away from him and busying themselves so they wouldn’t have to so much as look at him.
That led him to holing up in the forest while he made plans to sail away. He just needed a boat or a raft or anything really, but he couldn’t ever find the energy to start building. Or planning. Or much of anything.
He stayed in his tent for most of the day now, obsessing over every little memory and thought that crossed his mind. He kept trying to find any signs that they hadn’t wanted him around, but there were none. So then, why did they leave without a word? Was he just second best in everyone’s lives? Maybe.
Whatever the reason, he was alone.
He was tired.
He was broken.
I still haven’t gotten past Moomin Valley season 1 because I’m too afraid of getting sad.
