"My parents took me to see the film [Silver Linings Playbook] in Toronto and afterwards my dad was crying. I swear it had nothing to do with my performance though. At the end I have this monologue with Robert De Niro where I pop a Budweiser, and I think that’s what did it. I know my father, and that moment I looked at him, and there he was crying. I remember on set I said, ‘My dad’s gonna cry when he sees me drinking this bud,’ and he did. They are mostly proud of me drinking that beer."
I don’t care what anyone says I fucking love Miss Jessica fucking Day
There are no Jack Kerouacs or Holden Caulfields for girls. Literary girls don’t take road-trips to find themselves; they take trips to find men.
"Great" books, as defined by the Western canon, didn’t contain female protagonists I could admire. In fact, they barely contained female protagonists at all.
|—||It’s Frustratingly Rare to Find a Novel About Women That’s Not About Love - Kelsey McKinney - The Atlantic (via oditor)|
- I am a college student. I take a full course load and get extremely respectable grades. Many, many people in my situation either never attend college at all or drop out before they get a degree.
- Not only am I a college student, I also serve on the executive board of my sorority. I am a leader in a group of remarkable girls who stand for just about everything I believe in.
- I am living 2.5 hours from home. My main care giver is far away, and I take care of myself by myself.
- In addition to being a leader in my sorority and a full time college student, I work part time in a relatively stressful work environment.
- I work harder than 99% of the people I know.
It’s so easy for me to hate on myself and convince myself that I’m not good enough or that I’m merely not trying hard enough.
Yes, I slept through a class in my first week of classes, but I was so unstable that I literally couldn’t see straight. I am not in control of my bipolar, and yet, I do not let it control me. Did I miss a class? Yes. But did I pick myself up, dust myself off, and work the next three days in a row? Yes.
I am too damn hard on myself. It’s time for me to let go and appreciate everything I do and everything I am.
Now if only I knew how…
I FOLLOW BACK 1OO%
Tell them you were abducted by aliens and they tampered with your brain to make you less human so you had to leave Queens in order to have…
Omg that’s brilliant!!! Not what the teacher did, obviously. I never thought to say lavish, extravagant things. I always just kind of went with the flow and said ridiculous, wackadoodle things (big shock, right?).
From now on when people ask me where I’ve been I’m going to say that I fell in love with a Ausie and we’ve been traveling the world together. Thank your brother for me!
But in all seriousness, so many teachers just don’t understand their place or the lines that are drawn in their contracts. We are students, not acquaintances, and certainly not peers. They have absolutely no right to interfere in the ways that many of them do. I had one teacher at my first high school who called me fat and hit on me in the same sentence. Another one gave me a lecture on how I needed to stop lying about my health problems. (He didn’t seem to buy my plethora of notes from various doctors and hospitals.) My geometry teacher told me she was only going to pass me because she didn’t like or respect me and didn’t want to have me as a student again next year.
And you’re not alone! I got the occasional boring rumor from time to time, but for some reason people have always been convinced that I’m insane, so they go for the crazy stuff.
I figure if you can’t beat ‘em…