if a professor brags about how hard it is to pass their class then drop the class. they should not be proud of being bad at conveying information to students. you’re not paying thousands of dollars to fail. find a professor that wants you to pass.
“Excuse me,” I say. “I have a class in quantum mechanics in half an hour. How do I get to the physics building?”
“Oh,” the registrar says, “that’s easy. You just need to take a right here, and then to get into the building you jump fifty feet into the air.”
“…I can’t do that.”
“Are you sure? Have you tried?”
“I’ve tried jumping before, yes–”
“And you jumped higher when you tried harder, right?”
“Well, yes–”
“So are you really sure you don’t just need to try even harder?”
“Look, I don’t know exactly how high is the most I can jump, but I promise you, no matter how hard I try, I am not going to jump fifty feet in the air. I literally can’t.”
“Excuse me,” I say. “How do I get to the physics building?”
“Oh, that’s easy. You just need to levitate to reach the door.”
“…I can’t do that.”
“Have you tried?”
“That is not a capability I have. There is no action I can take which would even constitute trying. I literally cannot levitate.”
“Excuse me. How do I get to the physics building?”
“It’s right down this path. But the mad science building does give off some fumes, so you will need to hold your breath for ten minutes on the way there.”
“…I can’t do that.”
“Have you tried?”
“Sure. I can only hold my breath for, like, two minutes maximum before I have to start breathing again.”
“You know, you say you have to, but it seems more like you just get uncomfortable and choose to start breathing again. I think you just need to learn to put up with a little discomfort.”
“…that’s not really–”
“Are you saying that you can’t grit your teeth and put up with the discomfort and keep holding your breath when you want to stop?”
“–I mean, yes, I can do that, but–”
“So what’s the problem? Sometimes people have to do things they don’t like. That’s not the same as not being able to do them.”
“I literally cannot hold my breath for ten minutes!”
“Excuse me. How do I get to the physics building?”
“It’s right across that tightrope.”
“…I can’t walk a tightrope.”
“You’re being ridiculous. Look at that girl walking it right now. Which of the things that she’s doing are you unable to do?”
“…walk … a …. tightrope?”
“Are you saying that you can’t put one foot in front of another?”
“Walking a tightrope involves balancing!”
“Oh, so you’re saying you can’t shift your weight from one side to the other?”
“I’m saying I literally cannot walk a tightrope!”
“Excuse me. How do I get to the physics building?”
“It’s just through that pit of ravenous crocodiles.”
“…I can’t get through a pit of ravenous crocodiles.”
“I saw you do it just the other day!”
“Right, yes, when I tripped and fell into the pit of ravenous crocodiles, I did manage to sprint across to the ladder and climb out without getting eaten–”
“So you admit you can do it.”
“I did it once.”
“Is there some reason that you won’t be able to do it next time?”
“I might be able to do it next time! I don’t know for sure! But my physics class meets three times a week, I’m going to get eaten by the end of adds-drops! I cannot cross a pit of ravenous crocodiles!”
“Excuse me. How do I get to the physics building?”
“Through the field of eternal fire.”
“…I can’t cross the field of eternal fire.”
“Really? Are you sure you don’t just need to try harder?”
“I am pretty sure I can’t cross the field of eternal fire, yes.”
“I bet if you really wanted to you could. What if the world depended on you crossing it?”
“…if the world depended on me crossing it, I would try, but I would end up covered in third-degree burns and with my feet burned off and on fire and dying.”
“So you admit you can cross it.”
“No! I cannot cross the field of eternal fire!”
“Excuse me. How do I get to the physics building?”
“It’s right across the street.”
“The gate’s locked.”
“Yeah, you just need to unlock it.”
“…I can’t.”
“All you need to do is push buttons. You’re perfectly capable of pushing buttons.”
“I don’t know the combination! I cannot unlock the gate!”
This is exactly what being disabled is like.
Add in the part where you’re inconveniencing everyone else and/or having someone get aggressive/abusive with you…
what if i told you that a lot of “Americanized” versions of foods were actually the product of immigrant experiences and are not “bastardized versions”
That’s actually fascinating, does anyone have any examples?
I took an entire class about Italian American immigrant cuisine and how it’s a product of their unique immigrant experience. The TL;DR is that many Italian immigrants came from the south (the poor) part of Italy, and were used to a mostly vegetable-based diet. However, when they came to the US they found foods that rich northern Italians were depicted as eating, such as sugar, coffee, wine, and meat, available for prices they could afford for the very first time. This is why Italian Americans were the first to combine meatballs with pasta, and why a lot of Italian American food is sugary and/or fattening. Italian American cuisine is a celebration of Italian immigrants’ newfound access to foods they hadn’t been able to access back home.
(Source: Cinotto, Simone. The Italian American Table: Food, Family, and
Community in New York City. Chicago: U of Illinois, 2013. Print.)
The scariest thing about getting worse with a chronic illness is you never know if it’s just a flare that you’ll get over in a few weeks/months or if it’s your new normal.
I know we’re all terrified by America right now, but you need to know what is happening in Britain, there’s so much shit going on, but here’s some of the highlights:
The UN have condemned the British government for “grave” failures regarding disabled people’s rights. [x]
There are over half a million people using food banks, because they cannot afford to eat. [x]
The benefits system is declaring people fit to work, ignoring the opinions of their doctors, and refusing them money unless they spend 35 hours a week actively looking for work. These include people with severe disabilities, mental health issues, and people who are literally dying. In fact, around eighty people a month die within six weeks of being declared fit to work by this system. [x]
16.7% of the population is living in poverty, with a further 30% at serious risk of slipping into poverty [x]
Children are suffering from such severe malnutrition they’re having to be treated for rickets. [x]
It’s currently estimated that 1 in 200 people in the UK are homeless. [x]
This is just a tiny snapshot, and I won’t even go into the NHS crisis, because that deserves it’s own massive post.
We’re now deporting people who’ve lived and worked here for decades. We invited a load of commonwealth citizens over, starting in 1948, with the arrival of HMS Windrush, and they became known as the Windrush Generation, but though they were given indefinite leave to remain we didn’t give out any damned paperwork until after 1971 so we’re kicking them out now that they’re old and not paying taxes, despite the fact that most of them came over as children, and that they made lives here, and worked to support this goddamned racist backwater of a country for decades. [x]
Alot of those first statistics are old now too. Over 10,000 people are thought to have died directly due to disability cuts. I think the number of people in poverty is closer to 25% and I think it’s closer to a million people using food banks. I’m on my mobile right now so won’t list sources, but remind me in a couple of hours and I will.
Theresa May and her fucking tory cronies are a disgrace.
Don’t be fooled by the things the police said about the belongings being taken. They always have a line.
So people have nowhere to sleep in Windsor, disabled people are still dying, a generation of folks who were asked to come to the UK are being deported, and we’re spending millions upon millions paying for a wedding.
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