Mar 25

The Definition of Modern-Day Schooling



The Definition of Modern Day Schooling

Everyone is genius, but if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.’ — Albert Einstein

    It is 1905 in France and a psychologist named Alfred Binet is developing a test of intelligence. The French Ministry of Education is waiting for this evaluation to be completed, then handed out to students to determine which of them were slow learners.

The test was introduced as the ‘Binet-Simon scale’. This seemingly minor event would set off a butterfly effect that would flap its way right into a brewing storm. A century later, the youth are still feeling the wind from its wings.
Mar 23
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

I am Your Friend

Someone to laugh and talk with.
I'm a wall, surrounding you from your inner horrors.
Mar 22
lilnoreault's picture

Friends and bad friends

A friend doesn’t treat you badly if they do that’s not a real friend. If someone makes you choose/says you can’t be friends with someone. That’s NOT a good friend a friend supports you in decisions in your life. I had friends like this and I got ride of them after weeks of them fighting and putting me in the middle of the fight. It was like there was something wrong with myself I felt awful I lost sleep, didn’t eat well, cried in my room cause it hurt. This isn’t a health relationship and should not happen. I even felt like it was my fault. I care about everyone around me and I would never wish this upon anyone.
Just be you! Don’t let anyone put  chains on your ankles so you can’t move on with your life. Make your life what it needs to be.
 
Mar 22
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Do Your Homework!

“Kevin, do your homework” Mom yells.

I swirled those foul tasting words in my mouth, they taste of rotten radishes and mustard.
Mar 21

No more apologies

Stop right there.

Don't even try.

I see that look in your eye. That look you have when I did you "wrong"

When I did what was good for me.

It won't work anymore. I'm my own me.

I'm not your toy. I'm not your servant or bodyguard.

I'm still putting myself back together from what you did.

Tricked me into thinking I needed you to be able to survive.

What a lie.

I'm going by. Not falling for you "secrets" or lies.

You never loved me, you just wanted someone to do your command.

I'm moving on. Not stayed one more time.

No more chances, no more apologies to accept.

No more apologies to give, not one more damn to you.

Nothing you say can change what you did to me. I cannot forgive you, I won't even try.

I can't let you drag me across the floor one more time, my bruises are healing and my wounds and mending.
Mar 16

you, again.


i ask myself how it can be so hard
to stop loving someone you never truly knew.
then i remember your eyes that glistened like a copper penny,
your voice pouring like
r
 a
  i
   n

when you whispered lies as soft as the summer breeze.
nearly as though they were the truth.

but the word danced from your tongue
slicing the silence with a single syllable
slut
almost as though you had practiced.

and the hurried apology that tumbled from your lips,
same as always.

we shared secrets like trading cards

tears mingling in the gutters.
wilted promises, dried up truths.
you left the door ajar:

an invitation of sorts
but never for me.
so every time you forget to look back
i’m letting go finger by finger.
as if this time you’ll catch me.

losing you leaves scars
Mar 13

letting go pt 1 (A)

fuck you for pretending to be my best friend
for preying on my happines and leeching off of it
just so you could sustain yourself long enough to drain me dry
fuck you for being so manipulative, degrading, and mentally dangerous
fuck you for hurting me over over again and for apoligizng tearfully every tim
because you knew that if you cried, I would hug you and say
"it's okay, it's alright. I love you"
fuck you for making me feel like one of the ugliest, stupidest, saddest people
for telling me i was the reason for all your destructive tendencies
for blaming me everytime you messed
that shit was on you and you made me think it was my fault
three years of that fucks up a person so
fuck you for being so damn toxic to my mental health and for
keeping my mind locked away in a safe so that i
couldn't realize all this
for lying to my face about anuthing and everything, regardless of importance
Mar 13

Proud

I've never been so proud of myself before!
Today, I
Had a good conversation with someone I don't normally talk to;
Made eight swishes and many more baskets in gym class;
And acted like myself around people other than my best friends!
I've never truly considered myself "athletic", but now,
I think I can fit that description.
I played basketball in gym, and did a really good job at it! Just ask Alaina and Paige.
Not only that, there were two guys kicking a ball around, and when it came my way, I kicked it PERFECTLY at one of them!
My best friend, Alaina, has never been more proud of me.
I had a really good conversation with someone I hope to be friends with one day;
I say this because I know that we would both love discussing politics.
We both have the same viewpoint politically;
And when I told him of something someone had said about something I strongly believed in (Yes, I stood my ground),
Mar 09

The Unorthodox Guide to Breaking the Dictionary

Stories have been a part of humans since before time. Collections of words someone has woven together, tighter than the seams of your shirt. It’s quite incredible really. Whole worlds pop into existence, layer upon layer of details. Authors create people with more detailed backgrounds than you and me. People so real you can almost hear the rhythmic thumping in their chest. It all stems from the words used. In reality, words have already written the story if you look closely. Words have a persona, a background, a conscience. Words can flow out of your mouth like your favorite song. They can break you down and bury you far, far, underground.
Mar 03

A Random Rant

The past few months have honestly drained me emotionally.
Ups and downs, like a rollercoaster;
Feeling like I'm on top of the world one day and then feeling like the lowest of the low the next.
It's honestly frustrating me.
I hate all of the drama unfolding in my life.
It's like my life has become one big soap opera!
I'm so 
Frustrated
Confused
Angry
Sad
Hurt
Irritated
Alone.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm hesitant to even post this, since I've been known to complain about this a few times.
Don't believe me? Take a look at some of my recent posts concerning this.
I don't like to pour my heart out much, but sometimes, the best way for me to do so is through writing.
So I apologize if this post annoys you, but there are plenty of other things to read other than this.
I'm tired of what's been happening ever since December.
Should've stopped myself, but I didn't.

Mar 02

Various Love Songs

I've always been a hopeless romantic, so of course, I had to choose my favorite love songs for this occasion.

"When She Cries" is a country love song performed by the band Restless Heart, written by Sonny LeMaire and Marc Beeson. It was released in August of 1992, in Restless Heart''s first album not to feature lead singer Larry Stewart.


The road I have traveled on
Is paved with good intentions
And littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true
When all of my hopes were dyin'
Her love kept me tryin'
She does her best to hide
The pain that she's been through

(Chorus)
When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear 
She tries to hide
All the fear she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries

Mar 01
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409968000 Seconds

409968000 seconds seems like a lot of time.

Or 6832800 minutes.

113880 hours.

4745 days.

13 years.

That was all she had.

Walking, talking, breathing.

Because the pressure of being perfect was too great.

Because she was told once too many times that she wasn’t good enough.
Suicide if real.

Suicide is real, and we need to stop it.

Now.

People are unique, and we need to accept that.

Now.

Because if we don’t,

all we are left with are broken hearts.

I used to play with that girl.

We had sleepovers,

we went to writing workshops together.

Now all that is gone.

All that is gone,

because she tried to meet the standards

of society.

So now I raise my voice.

I raise my voice, because I care.

I cared about that girl.
Feb 24
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A Lesson

This is a short story from after my trip to New York City:
Feb 21

The Blueprint of Social Justice


What is a blueprint, exactly? Is it a tinted piece of vellum, or a map laying out the steps to take in order to be successful? Is it formulas and a handful of nuts and bolts, or is it simply a visualized Candyland board with no shortcuts and no winning rainbow square at King Kandy’s castle?

Most people will happily live their lives without ever thinking about the answers to these questions. I am not one of those people. I am one of the people who will turn these questions every which way in my head and still struggle to come up with a definitive answer.

I do not think I will ever be able to stand in front of the masses and say with confidence, ‘Social justice is...’, or, ‘The blueprint of social justice is…’ Although I may never be able to answer that question with a concrete answer, I can answer it with what I do know. What I am unequivocally sure of is that the blueprint to social justice is subjective.
Feb 14

Reasons Why I Hate Being A Single Pringle

Because I don't want to be a single pringle.
Because I get jealous over really stupid things.
Because everytime I watch a show or movie with kissing and stuff I want to cry.
Because I really want to talk to my friends about our boyfriends and I can't do that because I don't have one.
Because the competitive atmosphere of being a single pringle is annoying.
Because I don't have anyone to kiss.
Because I can't take couple selfies.
Because I can't tell people I can't hang out because I'm hanging out with my boyfriend.
Because I can't be happy for my friends who have relationships.
Because I can't go to sleep and wake up everyday and know that someone else is thinking about me, and loving me.
And that's all I need.
 
Feb 14

#SocialMedia

A blank world
Scrawled onto thousands of sheets of creamy white paper
Ink rubbed off and flowing through the veins of a billion blank humans.
Blank eyes glued to the bright abyss of people out there
False smiles typed rapidly onto a growing list on nothing
Burning into ashes of words that are forgotten 
And waves a thing of the past.
#socialmedia
 
Feb 07

MY Words

I love to write.
EVERYDAY!
I hate being excited.
But I love to write.
But most people don't appreciate it.
Why.
Is it because it's bad?
Because it's so sad (usually) that you automatically feel like a piece of sadness, floating around.
Is it so sad that you can't understand it?
Because you can't feel it.
Well, I can feel it.
I can feel words in every bone in my body.
Every step, movement, song.
Every heartache,
Every long day.
But they don't like it.
Some of them even hate it.
But still I write.
I write the things I wish,
The things that others wish.
I write the words of the songs of the people who are stuck in a place called nowhere,
Bogged down by their own lonelyness.
Because we are alone. 
And I've tried to get noticed.
I've tried to write wise,
I've tried to write happy,
Iv'e tried smart, long, short, rhyming.
Still nothing.
Feb 04
Qwen Block's picture

Perfectly Imperfect

That’s the only frustrating thing about you.
You’re so perfectly imperfect.
Jan 31

Masks

Red like crimson, fangs like knives.

Horns the curve towards the sky.

A grin that cries: "Run away and hide!"

"I'll find you no matter how hard you try!"

"I'll haunt your nightmares and leave you to die!"

The mask the resembles the goat: the devil in disguise.

"Get them!" they cry.

"They'll find you in the night,"

"Stop them before they take us to die!"

Fists are swung, feet are flying.

The mask doesn't come off no matter the prying.

A crack forms, and more after that.

A blue face is shown tears and all.

A face that screams: "Help me! Please!"

"Don't fall for it!" they say.

"It's a facade!"

The beating doesn't stop. 

The costume is shed, revealing what lies inside.

A broken body, with nothing to hide.

Skin and bones are all that lie.

Jan 22
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Hey

Hey y'all, Its me :) I just wanted to say hi and share some stuff I have learned going through my first real commited relationship as a 16 year old that maybe will help someone out there trying to figure it all out too cause its goddamn hard. I am in love, pretty hopelessly with this boy, but that doesn't mean that it isn't still hard, and that it is perfect.