imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told
IDK what kind of lives you all are leading, but this sounds like the boringest shit. “Yes I sent that email.” “Yeah, I like your outfit.” “I was sick.” “My mom said no” “No I wasn’t crying.” “Yes I read the Terms of Service”
what about a book of all the lies people have told you
I saw your tags and I would really like to comment with personal story if you don’t mind.
The gifted area really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The children all look like they’re smiling, sure, but let’s be real— they go home and stress and cry.
I was a “gifted and talented” kid, and it was far from this. My whole life, things were harder because I was expected to be better. I was expected to be reading higher-level books, but the school didn’t allow me to read higher-level books because it was “unfair” to the other students. Teachers subconsciously graded me harder than other students, even on things I was not “gifted” in, like math (a subject in which I have always struggled). We had extra homework and extra tests. In my program, we were removed from regular classes once a week to learn bonus material. Not only were we expected to learn the bonus material, but we were expected to make up the missed material and pass the tests on it; only no one was there to teach us the material we missed, because we were expected to already know it. It was pounded into my brain every day of my life from the moment I started school that I had to be perfect, and if I wasn’t perfect it was the result of some character flaw. If an average student got a B, it was cause for celebration, but if I got an A I was simply meeting expectations. If an average student got a D, it was sad and they needed extra help and it was the teachers fault for not helping them; if I got a B or a C, it was the end of the world and clearly there was something wrong with me. I was slacking, or goofing off, or expecting the teachers to just “hand” the A to me because I was “special”.
I skipped a grade because I was “gifted.” When I tell people of this, they assume I must be a “genius.” You don’t know how many times I’ve heard people tell me, “Wow, you must be really smart or something. You’re a genius.”
Fast forward to college. I was told I should go to Yale or Harvard. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to go to college somewhere where I could learn but also enjoy myself. People make fun of me for my choice of school because someone as “gifted” as me could have “done so much better.”
This “genius” can’t pass Intro to Biology 1010, because no one ever taught her proper studying techniques—they just assumed she already knew. This “genius” cries herself to sleep over a B in an difficult science class. This genius faces crippling anxiety because she knows she’ll never measure up to people’s expectations of her. This “genius” sometimes cuts herself because the pressure to be perfect is too much for her. This “genius” feels like throwing herself off a building if she gets anything less than a B, because she’s been taught her whole life that if she doesn’t get perfect grades it is some sort of character flaw; she must be a worthless idiot.
I don’t know what it’s like to be in the “Nothing Special” area but being gifted is no walk in the park as the cartoon suggests. We both face challenges; they are different challenges, but they are both challenges.
This is so accurate.
“It was pounded into my brain every day of my life from the moment I started school that I had to be perfect, and if I wasn’t perfect it was the result of some character flaw.” god thank you
I got this shit a lot in school too. I always scored in the top 1% of my state on standardized tests on math and science, and top 5% for all other subjects, and so the teachers always expected me to do perfectly in class. I cant count how many times I got ridiculed in front of the entire class for not doing homework, despite the fact that half the class also didn’t do it. I was always told ‘You have no reason to not be getting an A in this class’, especially in math and science because I was especially good at that. I have ADHD and only now am working on getting an official diagnosis, because everyone believed I was just lazy in class and at home.
I also was pressured in music. I joined the orchestra when I was in 3rd or 4th grade because playing viola seemed fun. But I got really good really fast, and by the time I started 7th grade, I had been scouted by the Madison Youth Symphony Orchestra. I had no say, my mother and teacher went above my head and got me a tutor for private lessons, and I was told they expected me to start rehearsing with the others within a few months. I visited one of the orchestras rehearsals once, everyone was at least 3 years older than me and it was a very strict atmosphere. So at the end of 8th grade, I quit, pretending playing was making my wrists hurt. I still regret it, but I didn’t want another thing in my life that I was expected to be perfect at…
I got high enough ACT scores to get into any college I wanted, but my grades were barely passing, except for the few classes that had little-to-no homework, and one class where the teacher recognized that I actually knew the material and excused me from the homework…
But yea I have a really bad perfection complex now which sucks.
A coworker just got back from vacationing to visit her family in Poland, and brought back a bunch of Polish candy. I chose one that looked like it wouldn’t kill me, and I think its some sort of chocolate vodka truffle. I CAN TASTE THE ALCOHOL WHY DID YOU BRING THIS TO WORK?
Confirmed, the chocolate had brandy in it. I just tried another one with rum.
The student worker jumped up to get a chocolate as soon as he heard they were alcoholic XD
The person who brought them in said all of them either had nuts or alcohol so I had to pick my poison XD
if you ever yell at me, i promise you i will cry no matter who you are or what i did
i thought that im the only one that cries when people yell at me
If people yell at me I might be able to keep myself from trying but I will never forget you yelled at me and have a hard time trusting you afterwards.
I need a Fanime gang to be silly in the Karaoke room with. Sing really overdone/popular/classic songs like Pokemon and Vocaloid and FMA and OHSHC and Mulan.
And later at night sing the less children-appropriate songs XD
Like its no fun if you do it yourself and its really hard to get the audience engaged so need a sing-along crowd there for you. =/
I guess so? I did see an audiologist and she said I do seem to have issues when words are slurred or there is background noise. She said its likely because I had tons of ear infections as a child and my brain didn’t learn how to process sounds correctly.
Wow. That’s some craziness. It’s weird when you don’t see someone for a long time and they grow up while you’re gone. I have that issue w/ 2 of my nephews right now. My sister has been avoiding my parents for years now, so I never get to see them.
I had that happen with my cousins too. Last time I saw my cousins had been when I was like 10. Flew to visit those relatives two winters ago, 13 years after I had last visited, and my two older cousins were like, married. And there were like 4 new cousins I didn’t even know existed. >.> Only the two older ones remembered me at all, the last time I had seen the other one I remembered, he was an infant, so there were just these 5 kids who suddenly had a cousin they didn’t know existed pop out of nowhere to visit. (This sounds confusing, so… 7 cousins total, two older than me, one was an infant when I had visited last so didn’t remember me, and 4 new ones born since I had last visited. I’m also the only female ‘cousin’, at least on that side of the family.)
They decided they liked me when they realized I play video games. XD
You know what’s funny? When abled people see some sort of accomodation (closed captions, image description, etc), their first thought isn’t: “Oh, this must be for disabled people!”.
No, their first thought is always “This must be for lazy people… Oh my god, are people so lazy that they can’t do *insert something that is easy for abled person but difficult/impossible for disabled person*?!”
(just take a look at posts criticizing captions for vines..)
Of course, when they realize it’s actually for someone disabled, they feel bad about it. Well, usually.
Sometimes their reaction is this: “Oh, but you can do the thing, right? It’s just so incredibly lazy of you to ask for accomodation!”
So, let me be clear: ASKING FOR ACCOMODATION ISN’T LAZINESS!
Just because you find something easy to do, doesn’t mean it’s actually easy for everyone.
We are not asking for accomodation because we are lazy and want to have everything easier than abled people. We are asking for them because we want to have acces to same information and opportunities as abled people have.
This has been a PSA.
captioned-vines this need to spread around. I’m getting irked at the amount of people complaining.
Sudden realization that my little half-sister is graduating from middle school (8th grade) around this time. I haven’t seen her since she was in like 2nd grade.
I used to miss her a ton, but its slowly fading. I dont even know her anymore anyways. I’ve missed like 40% of her life now.
But like wow I was already reading smut fanfiction by her age now, its odd to think of her doing things I have done at that age. I had already tried to kill myself twice by the time I finished middle school. =/ She probably has boobs now that is a weird thought. She will be forever 9 in my memories…
She probably isn’t being mistreated like I was though, her mother always loved her most. (We had the same mother but I dont like referring to that woman as my mother…)
It’s weird when you don’t see someone for a long time and they grow up while you’re gone. I have that issue w/ 2 of my nephews right now. My sister has been avoiding my parents for years now, so I never get to see them.
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