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my second grade teacher tried to gently break the news to my mom that I couldn't read at a parent-teacher conference lol. she's all like "I know this is hard to hear but she's very behind I'm sorry" mom comes home and is like NIA! EXPLAIN THIS!! I'm like mooooooom those baby books at school are so bo-RING! 😂
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many years ago, I had a meeting with my God son’s teacher, she was worried about his speech development bc according to her “he NEVER speaks”, I asked him - “Gabo, what’s going on?” he looked up from his book & calmly said “ Oh I just don’t have anything to say to that woman”
I had the exact same thing happen when I was a kid; my kindergarten teacher swore up and down that I was completely illiterate, cause I'd take the baby books in the classroom, flip through them, then never touch any of them again. My parents kept informing her that no, seriously, the kid can read, the kid is reading full chapter books on their own, of course they don't give a shit about See Spot Run
Teacher continued to insist they were wrong and in denial about their kid being illiterate. She throws such a shit fit over the matter that the principal has to get involved, and I am brought to his office for a specific literacy test in front of him, my teacher, and a parent. they expected my mother to show up, on account of it being 2004. Mom has a full time job doing something sciency at the pulp mill, and no time for this nonsense. Dad runs a small construction company, and absolutely has time for this nonsense. We're off to a good start already.
Teacher is very smug about this, fully expecting me to once again prove my complete dumbassery. My daycare was attached to the school, and that's allowed me to build a reputation in advance. I'm that one kid that slammed their own head into a windowsill for unclear reasons, then failed to understand why adults were concerned about the blood pouring down my face. I've accidentally wounded myself so many times that my incident folder needed to be expanded. There is significant evidence for me being a dumbass of epic proportions.
Unfortunately for my teacher, I'm also a dumbass who can read.
I am handed a book. It is a picture book about an elephant. I refuse the book, because I find it boring and patronizing. I have no idea what we're all doing here, and nobody has made any real effort to explain the situation to me. The teacher looks triumphant. The principal winces.
Dad persuades me to just read the dumb book out loud. I begrudgingly comply.
I tear through the entire thing in about a minute, then throw it aside in disgust.
Dad was prepared for this moment. He is here to produce maximum chaos. The principal and teacher are still trying to understand what the fuck just happened, when Dad produces a different book and hands it me. He suggests I read a chapter of that to everyone.
I take the book, and happily begin reading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
The principal is giving the teacher an unimpressed Look. The teacher is torn between wanting to strangle me, and wanting to strangle my dad. My dad is 6'3, which means neither option is very appealing. Neither staff member was emotionally prepared for a five year old to break out a novel. Dad has been arguing about this for weeks now. He is enjoying the vindication. He helpfully informs the principal that I've already finished the first two books, and am eagerly awaiting my older sibling being done with book three so I can start reading it.
The principal, now looking very tired, suggests that maybe I should go back to class now.
The teacher hates me with a passion and vengeance for the rest of the year. I am an autistic five year old, and therefor completely oblivious to it. I remain unaware of this entire story until my parents explain it to me as a teenager.
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I'm thinking about Bucky, who is still on the run and who is trying to reconnect to Judaism through his fragmented memories, finding this old travel-size shabbat candle holder in an antique shop and buying it.
He uses it every shabbat that he's somewhere safe enough to light candles.
When not in use he kept it protected in his backpack, along with his notebooks full of memories, they were the first step in his journey home, and that's part of why it was so important to him to keep the bag safe.
This is what Rasputin would've wanted.
I feel like I'm being seduced like one of those fancy rainforest birds
is it working
Yes
One of the beautiful things about Bucky being an observant Jew in the present day is that, even with everything he went through at the hands of Hydra and all they tried to rob him of, his continued dedication to living a Jewish life is a powerful story of Jewish liberation and survival which mirrors the profound stories behind the majority of Jewish holidays.
[to the tune of YMCA] mothman, there’s no need to feel down I said mothman,
lift that man off the ground
CUZ ITS FUN! TO! SWING! A! HU-MAN!
Not true!
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Scandalmonger pls. More realistically, wordmonger.
This is exactly the kind of stuff I’m here for
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