tag urself as a student type

parkerstudy:

coffee: always frantic, has a crammed schedule, never stops consuming caffeine, will agree to go to a party even if they have a six a.m. shift the next day

bujo: organized, likes to makes lists and keep track of things, plans outfit the night before, stresses when they get a grade less than a B

oops: stopped caring in the third grade, somehow manages to get okay grades, never studies, kind of lazy, would eat Waffle House at 3 in the morning

sweatshirt: is trying as hard as they possibly can, has to study and work hard for their grades, constantly stressing, has social anxiety, tries to do every extra curricular under the sun

aesthetique: probably vegetarian or vegan, has a “mom jean” 80′s aesthetic, glorifies local cafes, wants to live in Europe, always wants to cut their hair

gothique: black clothes only, still stans my chemical romance, uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism, desperately wants some tattoos, likes the black lipstick look but too shy to do it

drarryoverload:

ophidian-naiad:

allegrawillow:

circe154:

the-ongoing-flame:

necrosurge:

mamoru:

lolodapsycho:

this-isnt-my-bra:

Once my friend Henry was accused of wearing wireless headphones by a substitute so she said for him to hand them over so he took them off and handed them to her. Then later on she asked him a question and he didn’t respond so she said it louder and he still didn’t respond. She asked why he was not responding and he said “I can’t understand you ma’am, you took my hearing aids.”

HOLY SHIT

one time we had a sub that was handing back papers and called my name. I asked if someone could grab it for me and she started mocking me for not even standing up. taunting me asking why I was not walking up to the front to get the paper myself.

my classmates went dead silent and after the sub’s laughter ended someone informed her that the wheelchair parked nearby belonged to me

My sister once had her insulin pump ripped off of her because her exam proctor (a sub) thought it was some cheating device.
He soon figured out that it was, in fact, not, when the port on her side (the place the needle goes in) started bleeding through her shirt. Her pump started beeping frantically, because that’s what it does, and it was general chaos until my sister ripped what’s basically her pancreas out of his hands, told her friend “Let the next proctor know I’ll need extra time,” and walked out of the room towards the nurse.

Literally schools are shit with disabilities. In elementary school I was having a high blood sugar reaction(cold sweats to rapid passing in and out of consciousness, vomiting and finally leading to a massive seizure before you die) and I KNEW I had to go to the nurse cuz I was getting worse. Kept telling my teach I needed to go and he kept saying no till finally I felt myself about to throw up and I’m screaming LET ME GO (i was a little kid to me i couldnt do anything in an institution without an adults say so or id basically go to hell) and the bitch said SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE LESSON where I proceeded to projectile vomit all over my desk and he jut kept going on with the lesson. Finally I just booked it out of the room but I was too far gone to even REMEMBER where the nurses office was let alone where the hell I was that my class literally just left and helped me to the nurses office. I immediately went to the hospital and officially died for 5 minutes before I was revived. I could have stayed dead all because some fuck twad thought his lesson was more important than a students life

After Columbine, a local school installed metal detectors and made everyone walk through them and put their bags on a table for a teacher to search. 

A few days into the school year, a teacher ripped a boy’s insulin pump off him because she thought it was a weapon, despite he and his sister insisting it was an insulin pump and he needed it to live. 

I don’t know how many of you are still in school but I have some valuable knowledge that might actually help with this problem! In the United States there’s this thing called a 504 Plan that you can get which basically gives you legal protection from disability/chronic illness discrimination in public schools. 

Students can qualify for 504 plans if they have physical or mental impairments that affect or limit any of their abilities to:

walk, breathe, eat, or sleep;
communicate, see, hear, or speak;
read, concentrate, think, or learn;
stand, bend, lift, or work

 Examples of accommodations in 504 plans include:
preferential seating,
extended time on tests and assignments,
reduced homework or classwork,
verbal, visual, or technology aids,
modified textbooks or audio-video materials,
behavior management support,
adjusted class schedules or grading,
verbal testing,
excused lateness, absence, or missed classwork

 I’m a type one diabetic and my school nurse would do stuff like keep all my meds in a locked cabinet, not let me take my insulin or test my blood sugar unless she was watching me, and lie to my mother about me inducing low blood sugars in order to get out of class. She wouldn’t even let me keep glucagon (emergency sugar injection) on my person in case I passed out from low blood sugar. 

 So one day I casually mentioned all this to my endocrinologist and she was really mad. She was really angry at the school nurse for mistreating me like that and informed me of this thing called a 504 plan. A 504 plan protects students with disabilities and chronic illnesses from discrimination by outlining exactly what a student needs to meet their special needs. For me, this meant I had to be able to keep ahold of my own meds in case of emergency and keep track of my own glucose levels, that I would never be marked late for a class if I was busy treating a low, and I could pause the clock on a standardized test to check my blood sugar and treat it.

If you have a disability and you’re still attending public school, PLEASE read up on 504 plans because they saved me so much grief when I was still in school. It might help you too.

Here’s some more information about 504 plans:

https://www.understood.org/en/school-learning/special-services/504-plan/understanding-504-plans

http://m.kidshealth.org/en/parents/504-plans.html?WT.ac=

Passing this along. I would not have made it this far without my disability documentation in school.

This is really important to know so hell yeah I’m reblogging

acesirius:

acesirius:

acesirius:

acesirius:

i love when ur writing an essay and u all of a sudden get a burst of inspiration or find the perfect source to back up ur point and it’s like the clouds have parted and everything’s clear and ur not gonna have to drop out

never mind everything sucks essay writing is horrible i have no clue what im doing im gonna drop out and become a street performer

NEVER MIND IM THE KING OF ACADEMIA IM GONNA GET 100% IM GONNA FINISH ON TIME AND HAVE A WELL STRUCTURED ARGUMENT AND IT’S GONNA BE AWESOME

never mind.

did-you-mean-viola:

tardis-scooter:

jonpertwee:

oiaoe:

unpretty:

ceiphiedknight:

unpretty:

unpretty:

the older i get the weirder it is that not a single p.e. teacher in my entire school career was able to recognize the difference between “a child who doesn’t get enough exercise” and “a child with serious health problems impeding their ability to exercise in this particular way”

you know what else is weird? we had to do that fitness test every year but like… we never actually… learned how to do the things they tested us on…

like, now that i am an adult i have learned how to build up my strength so i can do pushups, but that seems like something they could have taught us? in school? in the class where they tested our ability to pushups? they never taught us how to work our way up to actually doing a chin-up, or whatever. even if i had just been “out-of-shape” (as a CHILD), nothing they did would have solved that problem. i did not learn how to exercise in a functional way until i was out of school and teaching myself, so i’m not sure what those p.e. classes were even intended to accomplish, really.

I have asthma, but I wasn’t diagnosed until I was like 30. Back in school, when I couldn’t run the mile because I couldn’t breathe, they just said I wasn’t trying hard enough, and that they were disappointed that I wasn’t taking it seriously.

In retrospect, how hard would it have been for a professional gym teacher to be like, “Hmmm you are not even remotely overweight, in fact you look strong and like you are in good shape, and yet you have to walk the mile because after about 10 steps you’re gasping. WHAT COULD THIS POSSIBLY MEAN?!”

They failed me. I was actually trying, but they weren’t.

i’ve had some people get mad at me for expecting too much of p.e. teachers or whatever, but if your job is to watch children run—like, you regularly spend your entire workday watching hundreds of children run—how do you pay so little attention that you don’t know what a child who can’t breathe looks like? how do you, over the course of your career, watch thousands of children run past you and not recognize a child who deviates dangerously from the norm? they can send kids to the principal’s office but not the nurse? they can send a kid home with a note about bad behavior but not with a note about possible health concerns? i have had complete strangers at the gym ask if i’m okay because my face is so red and my wheezing is so loud and there is so very obviously something wrong, but not a single p.e. teacher in my whole life expressed any concern about it. i don’t think it’s unreasonable to think that’s fucking weird.

And the shame!!! Can we discuss the shame that kids who can’t do things (for [un]diagnosed health reasons and/or because they’re kids who aren’t being taught correctly) are made to feel? Not just by their fellow students, but by the teacher. It’s all too common, completely despicable, and 100% the reason why I lied my way into a passing grade when I switched high schools.

I told a PE teacher I thought I was having a heart attack and she told me to just keep running.

I had some pretty intense surgery on my wrist, down into the joint, and came back to school a couple days later with multiple doctors’ notes and a soft cast on my arm. 

A CAST.

Fucking PE teacher still tried to get me to play vollyball, because she figured I was faking having my dominant arm disabled. My classmates thought she was insane. She sent me to the assistant principal’s office, and he and I just sat there chatting about nonsense the entire period while he did paperwork, because even he knew that he couldn’t reason with the ridiculous woman.

I was real chubby in middle school and a straight A student except in PE, because in PE if you didn’t meet their time limits on the mile run you failed it

I always assumed everyone else just toughed it out through the burning chest and lungs and the wheezing and I was just a wimp, and if I could just keep going through the pain I’d do as well as everyone else

But, since, ya know, running hurt like hell, I also never practiced, which I felt super guilty about at the time but now seems like a reasonable decision

I only went to ask at my college health center if I had asthma after three different karate instructors asked me if I had it, and our brown-black belt, who also has some variant of it, told me she thought I might

and like, I ain’t magically in shape and I’m definitely working on that (forms look DECIDEDLY unimpressive when you’re panting at the end haha), but I also don’t feel like I’m in imminent danger of death while exercising now so…yeah