I miss the girl with the golden smile.

The one with the golden hair.

Being a chameleon is totally fine.

But I miss you.

And your laugh.

And your voice.

And your presence. 

And I miss that personality.

The one that lights up a room.

I miss you.

And for once, I’m not talking about me.

This is how it goes.

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My name is John, I used to watch Burn Notice until

"The series finale is up. No new episodes"

*whistle*


When Burn Notice is over, you got nothing.

No new cast commentary, Spy tips, or spoilery script tweets.

You’re stuck with whatever rerun you started on Netflix last month.

"Where am I?"

"Season 2."

You watch whatever floats your boat.

You rely on anyone with decent TV suggestions.

A Dramady fan friend.

"Have you watched Game of Thrones?"

An old friend who used to watch Burn Notice with you.

"Michael and Sam? bunch of bitchy little girls."

Family too…

"Hey is that your mom again?"

If you’re desperate.

"I really enjoy Scandal, John."

And a down and out friend you met on the forums.

"We got this and the Breaking Bad finale, people."

Bottom line, unless you find a new favorite show, You’re not going anywhere.

Pretty much exactly this.

moonjellybeans:

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carpediemtomorrow:

rustboro-city:

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kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.
My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.
My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.
My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.
My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.
My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.
My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.
The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

The cursive thing literally happened to me!!!!!! My dad taught me how to write my name in cursive and the teacher made me change it back to print. Wtf.

I was fortunate enough that most of my teachers never gave me much trouble for these kinds of things, with some notable exceptions, like my second grade teacher saying I couldn’t list The Magic School Bus books as my favorite because those were for third graders, and I could not understand why that was bad, or an English sub in high school berating me for using the word “macabre” on a book report I wrote about Frankenstein because she didn’t think it was a real word… or like, a word too advanced for a high school senior to use outside of an AP class.
Actually, I flunked my AP class in sophomore year because it was the most tedious grind in the world and I could not focus on anything aside from reading the books themselves. When I went to summer school that year I corrected a teacher at one point and had to stand out in the hallway until she finished, before she came back in and through gritted teeth said that if I ever corrected her again it would undermine her authority, like these kids were ready to rip out her throat.
I felt like she was ready to rip out mine, honestly.

I have totally experienced the cursive thing when I was in school too. There was also a project where I lost marks because we were to do a little report on an animal and include ONE of five topics, and I did all five. Oops.
The weirdest one I had was this one teacher I had in grade 1 who would penalize me marks every time I wrote my 1’s, 7’s, and Z’s ‘the wrong way’. The top is how I usually write, and the bottom was how I was ‘supposed to’ write them. (I’m Canadian, not American, so we get shit for stupid things too)

One of the reasons I really have the drive to be a teacher is because I know what it is like to grow up being ‘too advanced’ and trying to just stay a part of the system. Children and teens deserve so much more than the school system is giving them. And I want to make a difference. 

moonjellybeans:

catbountry:

carpediemtomorrow:

rustboro-city:

svviggle:

kastortheunlockable:

stunningpicture:

My 7 year old son was shot down by his 1st grade teacher

The american public education system in a nutshell tho

My third grade teacher actually had a conversation with my mom that I was reading to well and told her to stop having me read at home

My first grade teacher said that it was problematic that I was reading ahead of the rest of the kids in my grade and asked my parents to stop letting me read Harry Potter.

My fourth grade teacher thought it was wrong for my dad to be teaching me complex math because it fascinated me.

My elementary school music teacher hated the way my piano teacher taught me, and how I was more advanced than many of her students, and so told me, in front of my peers and my mother, that I was not good enough to participate in the state solo festival. She would not give me the form. We had to procure it from the district instead. She also hated how I excelled at reading and playing music for the recorder, and so she refused to give me my “belts” (colored beads to signify our level) and humiliated me in front of the class repeatedly.

My eighth grade algebra teacher used to fail me on take home tests because I didn’t solve problems exactly the way she showed us in class; I used methods that we had learned for other types of problems that also applied to these. She took points off my tests because I didn’t bring a calculator even though I got 100% without it, because I was able to do it by hand. I had to call my father, who is an engineer, down to the school to shout her down and give me back my A in the class.

My 10th grade Spanish teacher yelled at me in front of the class numerous times because she didn’t like the way I took notes; she thought that since I didn’t write every word off the slide, I wasn’t getting it all down. I had to explain to her that people who have taken advanced courses, like AP or IB classes, know that in a fast-paced learning environment you need to take quick shorthand notes that contain the necessary information rather than wasting time writing every word. She almost gave me detention.

My 11th grade English teacher gave me a poor mark on my first short essay because she believed that I was looking up unnecessarily complex words in a thesaurus to try and get better marks. The phrases in question: “laced with expletives” and “bombarded”. She wouldn’t hear any defense from me.

My 11th grade history teacher failed me on an essay about the 1950s because I misread the prompt. Except the prompt wasn’t words; it was a political cartoon. One of the figures was clearly president Eisenhower, but the other I couldn’t place. My teacher would not tell us who it was. I labelled him as the governor of Little Rock Arkansas during the integration period, and wrote an essay about that subject. My teacher said that no, it was Joseph McCarthy, and that there was a small picture of the man in our textbook and therefore I should have recognized him instantly. Half the class, apparently, did not.

The American school system is not here to educate us or to encourage us to learn; it’s here to keep us in line and silent. It’s here to keep us from deviating and being our own people and forming our own ideas. Don’t let it win.

The cursive thing literally happened to me!!!!!! My dad taught me how to write my name in cursive and the teacher made me change it back to print.
Wtf.

I was fortunate enough that most of my teachers never gave me much trouble for these kinds of things, with some notable exceptions, like my second grade teacher saying I couldn’t list The Magic School Bus books as my favorite because those were for third graders, and I could not understand why that was bad, or an English sub in high school berating me for using the word “macabre” on a book report I wrote about Frankenstein because she didn’t think it was a real word… or like, a word too advanced for a high school senior to use outside of an AP class.

Actually, I flunked my AP class in sophomore year because it was the most tedious grind in the world and I could not focus on anything aside from reading the books themselves. When I went to summer school that year I corrected a teacher at one point and had to stand out in the hallway until she finished, before she came back in and through gritted teeth said that if I ever corrected her again it would undermine her authority, like these kids were ready to rip out her throat.

I felt like she was ready to rip out mine, honestly.

I have totally experienced the cursive thing when I was in school too. There was also a project where I lost marks because we were to do a little report on an animal and include ONE of five topics, and I did all five. Oops.

The weirdest one I had was this one teacher I had in grade 1 who would penalize me marks every time I wrote my 1’s, 7’s, and Z’s ‘the wrong way’. The top is how I usually write, and the bottom was how I was ‘supposed to’ write them.
(I’m Canadian, not American, so we get shit for stupid things too)

One of the reasons I really have the drive to be a teacher is because I know what it is like to grow up being ‘too advanced’ and trying to just stay a part of the system. Children and teens deserve so much more than the school system is giving them. And I want to make a difference. 

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Name: Torrey
Nickname: Torr
Location: Austin, TX
Height: 5’7
Any pets: Remy and Opel (rats)
Favourite thing about yourself: I fight for people. 
Worst habit: I don’t always filter between my brain and my mouth
Fun fact: I once accidentally met the Prime Minister of Japan when I was in Sapporo for the snow festival in 2005. It was pretty cool.

Identity, Sexuality & Personality

Gender identity: Female.
Sexual preference: Bi-sexual.
Romantic preference: My boyfriend?
"Kinsey Scale" score:
Relationship status: In one with a really awesome dude.
Myers/Briggs type: INFJ
Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Routine

"Early Bird" or "Night Owl": I would stay up all night if I could, but I do best early in the morning.
Morning routine: Shower and go to work. Or make breakfast. Read some of a book and check Facebook.
Bath or shower: Shower and also Bath depends on my need to go somewhere or relaxation.
First thought in a morning: Get. Off. Of. Me. Christopher. Too. Close. Need. Personal. Space. In. Morning.
Last thought before falling asleep at night: I am… listening….to black metal…. why?

School/Work

Do you work or are you a student: Work
Where do you work/study: Childcare Center
What do you do: Infant teacher
Where do you see yourself in 5 years: Married. Still in Austin. Starting on a family.

Habits (Do you … )

Drink: I consume alcohol semi-regularly.
Smoke: Sometimes. I like cigars.
Do Drugs: Negative, ghost-rider.
Exercise: I am joining a gym soon. 
Have a go-to comfort food: Food. Hah.
Have a nervous habit: So. Many.

What is your favourite … ?

Physical quality (in yourself): Eyes. Smile. …boobs? hah
In Others: Eyes. Smiles. Hands.
Mental/emotional quality (in yourself): I love people deeply. I take in information really well and save it.
Food: PIZZA. Also, lasagna. And cantaloupe. 
Drink: Tea. Also, cream soda.

Animal: Sharks.
Artist/Band/Group: I really like James Vincent McMorrow. And also, musicals. 
Author/Poet: …Shakespeare. Also, CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien. And John Green.
TV Show: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dollhouse, Firefly, Burn Notice, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Merlin, Heroes, Psych
Actor/Actress: So. Many.

I have been cleaning my bedroom and making the bed and took a break for a minute. Listening to Phantom of the Opera and feeling like I am back in seventh grade in Misawa when I knew my passion for musical theatre was planted in the garden of my soul. Memories hit me hard. #nofilter #nostalgiakick

I have been cleaning my bedroom and making the bed and took a break for a minute. Listening to Phantom of the Opera and feeling like I am back in seventh grade in Misawa when I knew my passion for musical theatre was planted in the garden of my soul. Memories hit me hard. #nofilter #nostalgiakick