Whitney: bi writer/artist/creator, married to TheBoy, mother to the Kidlets. Living with Crohns & anxiety.
Mermaid. Pirate. Rebel Scum. Hockey Fan. (She/her)
no one ever warns you about this about adulthood but no one tells you how important surfaces become to you. like it’s a perpetual struggle to get enough surfaces in your life and then in turn keeping those surfaces clean
“We dropped different numbers of balls at different rates, different heights. We had a ramp. The ramps were at different angles, trying to get the most out of the balls as they hit the actors. After doing the tests, we figured out 35 feet above the deck of the ship was the height we needed our nets. We had these three big nets that held almost 80,000 per net. The balls dropped 35 feet into ramps that projected them towards the stunt guys. It just knocked them over. It was pretty spectacular.”
“It’s amazing to see a bunch of 40 and 50-year-olds turn into three-year-olds all of a sudden. Everybody had to pick up blue balls, hit the other guy in the head. It was like, ’Is it time for the parents to come pick up the kids?’”
my english prof boasted about being sooooo accessible and accommodating and accepting then handed out a syllabus that included:
- 4 absences = a fail in the class
- 3 tardys = an absence
- if you are more than 10 minutes late to class, you’re absent
- oh also class time starts 5 minutes before class starts
- if you have a written diagnosis for anything that would make you late you NEED to give it to her and it will be put in your file and you need PROOF!!!!! that your disability/sickness/whatever is what’s causing you to be late or absent!!!
- absolutely NO falling asleep in class
- absolutely NO phones or devices of any kind unless you have your own laptop to write on(but she prefers handwritten papers)
- absolutely NO recording of the class of ANY KIND. this includes video and voice recordings
- she goes home to a town an hour away after class ends so you can’t stay after class to finish or ask questions!!!!
- at least once every class there is a mandatory “brain exercise” which includes but is not limited to: walking around the building, running in place, jumping jacks, jumping in place, running down the sidewalk and back etc.
- she said “unless you have a written doctors note for why you can’t do this you MUST participate it will go into your grade as participation points”
- absolutely NO extra credit. there is only credit
- she also doesn’t accept late work at all!!! unless you have a WRITTEN DIAGNOSIS!!!!! and if you have an accommodation through the school. you MUST have both!!!!!
so basically she’s the LEAST accessible person on campus?
and we had to pick one topic to write about this entire semester and i chose disability advocacy and activism and that we can do in the medical world AND educational world to make things accessible to everybody who has any condition
i talked about how hard it is to get a diagnosis for some people(me) even for simple things because doctors and teachers and adults and PEOPLE never believe us to listen to us. then after class i told her i have a cane and chronic fatigue and chronic pain and heart issues etc and the only thing i’m diagnosed with is asthma and a heart murmur and i will not be participating in certain activities and i’m going to the school’s disability program and i WILL be getting accommodations without a single doctors note and if she has an issue then i will be dropping her class.
she said she likes my “fire” (whatever the fuck that means) and i’m the perfect person for her class.
and before y’all type and say “it’s just a college thing” and “welcome to real life”. bitch!! one of my professors noticed how tired i am and that i’ve been late like 6/8 classes and saw my cane and said “i don’t need to know your business, but if you need accommodations for ANYTHING talk to the disability program and they can help you with anything you need. if you need an advocate i will be there for you. school should be ACCESSIBLE”!!!! she’s going with me next week to ask if my professors can not mark me down for any tardiness or absences!!!!
yeah im still thinking about the minotaur sorry but just . imagine youre born wrong. imagine your entire existence is a punishment from the gods. for something you had no control over. imagine your mother holds nothing but contempt for you. she wont even look at you, not really, & she keeps crying & you keep crying & reaching towards her with your little arms & someone drags you away from her. & they keep you hidden & alone & a stranger comes & builds an impenetrable prison around you so youre doomed to forever haunt these endless corridors & youve never known kindness or companionship or love. & when they call you a monster. well. you believe them
babe you reblogged orpheuslament minotaur post 23 times are you okay
Remember my brilliant scareslug idea? Since that didn’t work at all I decided to do the exact same thing again and made a 1.70m-tall scarecrow for llamas. Well, for one very bad llama. I built it outside the pasture right in the spot where Pampe always jumps the fence.
