Remember Ron and Kim Possible?
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my childhood is ruined. D:
OMFG HAHAHAHAHA WHAT
woww lol was not expecting that
well things definitely change over the years
well i wasn’t expecting that at all
Photoshop In life.
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I’m sorry but this is just cool.
what the hell?! why doesn’t this have more notes?!
Oh my god.
I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUSS WAS ABOUT D:
My eleventh grade English teacher was a guy named Paul MacAdam. I got a D in the class, and I only got the D because I wrote a paper about Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye over the summer. I was a crap student: I didn’t read; I didn’t participate; I didn’t turn in papers, or when I did, it was embarrassingly obvious I hadn’t read the books. I also skipped class a lot. It was in the morning, and I didn’t think very highly of morning classes.
I actually said that to him once. He took me aside after the bell rang one day and said you’ve been missing a lot of class, and I was like, “Yeah, I don’t think too highly of morning classes.” I was a real peach.
But when I did go to class, I was usually the last person to file into the room. One thing I remember about that class: Mr. MacAdam always held the door open for us until the bell rang. We’d walk in, and he’d greet each of us. He always held the door open until the bell started ringing, and I’d come in last, three seconds before the bell rang, staring at my untied sneakers, stinking of cigarette smoke, and he’d say, “Mr. Green, always a pleasure,” and then he and the class would talk about the book. Say it was Slaughterhouse Five. I hadn’t read it, of course, but they would talk about it, and MacAdam would get to talking about war and the nonlinear nature of time and how Vonnegut had stripped down the language to tell the nakedest of truths.
But the discussion was always so interesting—these big, hot, fun ideas seemed to matter so much. So I read the books. I never read them when I was supposed to read them; I’d read them a week later, after I’d already gotten an F on my reaction paper. But I’d read them. In essence, I was reading great books for fun. MacAdam didn’t know it, of course. He probably still doesn’t know it. But it didn’t matter whether I was worthy of his faith; he kept it. He still held the door open every day for me. He still treated me like I was the smartest kid in the class, still took me seriously on those rare occasions when I’d raise my hand, still listened thoughtfully to me when I’d give him my reading of a passage I could comment upon only because he’d just read it out loud. He believed I was real, that I mattered. I wasn’t yet able to understand that he mattered, but he was okay with that. He just kept holding the door open for me.John Green, excerpt from his 2008 speech at the Alan Conference (via speciousstuff)
- Americans 364 days of the year: God, America is so stupid I hate it so much. Everything here sucks. Why can't we be awesome like Canada? Our country sucks, our politics suck, everything sucks. Wish I could leave and live in England ugh.
- Americans on the 4th of July: WOW I WOKE UP THIS MORNING FEELING SO GOOD TO KNOW THAT I AM HERE APART OF THE FIFTY NIFTY UNITED STATES WOW AMERICA YOU'VE OUTDONE YOURSELF IN AWESOMENESS TODAY YOU DESERVE A PRIZE OF SWEET JUSTICE. HERE LET US WATCH A BEAUTIFUL FIREWORK SHOW AND LISTEN TO PARTY IN THE USA AND LOOK AT BALD EAGLES AND GO TO MCDONALDS AND ORDER FREEDOM WITH A SIDE OF FREEDOM. WE CAN DO THAT BECAUSE WE HAVE F R E E D O M. GOD BLESS AMERICA.
Today is the anniversary of the day America broke up with England
To celebrate, I wrote a little song:
Cuz if you liked it then you shouldn’t have put your rules on it
If you liked it then you shouldn’t have put that tax on it
Don’t be mad once you see our freedom hit
If you liked it then you shouldn’t have badly governed it
Wo oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, wo oh oh
america has way too much pride for a country that everyone hates
Can’t hear you over our freedom.