I don’t need to sleep! Wine is my means of sustenance motherfucker.

Fucking great movie, by the way. 

Fucking great movie, by the way. 

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This is my boyfriend, every morning. Haha.

This is my boyfriend, every morning. Haha.

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rosesvest:

I’m reading the comments on this CNN article and oh my god. These people seem to forget that the Chicago teachers are being paid $70,000 before their benefits. 

There’s someone who said that there are engineers who have 30+ years of experience who get paid $80,000 a year. 

Come on now, guys.

Do you realize how much garbage these teachers have to put up with?

Rosesvest, I am a product of Chicago Public Schools. I’ve seen what these teachers go through.  These schools are IMMENSELY underfunded in comparison to nearby suburban schools, and a lot of times the teachers themselves have to put their own money into school supplies for their students. We watch these teachers not only try to get these inner-city kids engaged with the curriculum, but to make due at the same time with the scant resources we are provided. We simply watch while all the tax dollars go to our suburban peers and all the gentrified charter schools go up. Yes, it’s true that for decades the schools have not been doing well. Over half of the people who graduate from CPS have below average levels of literacy. Rahm Emmanuel seems to insist that it is because of the inadequacy of the school and/or teachers, and he seeks to close down a lot of these neighborhood schools and privatize them. This is not the answer. The schools do not need charter schools or turnarounds, they need RESOURCES. We need AFTER SCHOOL PROGRAMS.

These programs are vital in keeping a lot of young students off the streets after they get out of school. I believe personally that Mr. Emmanuel realizes that since a lot of funding for extracurricular activities have been cut in recent years, that inevitably more kids in the city will be displaced after school hours and turn to the street gangs of the city. This past summer has been the deadliest Chicago has seen in years, and we do not need the levels of carnage and brutality to escalate. So, Mr. Emmanuel and his appointed school board (full of Chicago’s prominent CEO’s and bankers, mind you) figure that the cheaper way to keep kids in school would simply be to extend the school day. This is where the teacher’s have been overlooked, and it is to my understanding that these teacher’s are expected to work longer hours with little more pay. This, in contribution with the fact that the CTU has less job security now due to evaluation through  test scores, and that Emmanuel is pressuring more neighborhood schools to be closed and turned into privatized institutions. This is going to kill our neighborhoods.

So I respect the fact that you have decided to form an opinion of the matter through, oh look at that—mainstream media, but I don’t think you fully understand the dire state of the situation at hand. These teachers know what’s going to work in the classroom and what isn’t, some of them have been working for 30+ years too. Believe me, if they wanted their jobs simply for good pay and benefits, they would have selected another profession a long time ago.

This is a really good picture of Lennon.

This is a really good picture of Lennon.

 So it’s September First and I had a breakdown this morning.
The past few weeks have just felt so lifeless to me. I feel like I have been living in the mere shadow of someone else’s existence. Someone’s else idea for a dull framework of a life. Why do I confine myself to such a malign routine? Why do I worry so much about it? It also didn’t help that I got my period this morning and I haven’t smoked weed in a couple days. 
So on my way home, I stopped at a thrift store and bought a dull, seemingly lifeless white shirt for a dollar. I bought a big flat black marker. I went to Phillip Roger’s Park and I had a spiritual experience. 
I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to write this on the shirt. To give it meaning, to give this boring shirt a chance. And it was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever experienced. When I was done writing on the shirt, the Sonic Youth song “Unmade Bed” was over, and I cried. I feel like I was saved.

 So it’s September First and I had a breakdown this morning.

The past few weeks have just felt so lifeless to me. I feel like I have been living in the mere shadow of someone else’s existence. Someone’s else idea for a dull framework of a life. Why do I confine myself to such a malign routine? Why do I worry so much about it? It also didn’t help that I got my period this morning and I haven’t smoked weed in a couple days. 

So on my way home, I stopped at a thrift store and bought a dull, seemingly lifeless white shirt for a dollar. I bought a big flat black marker. I went to Phillip Roger’s Park and I had a spiritual experience. 

I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to write this on the shirt. To give it meaning, to give this boring shirt a chance. And it was one of the most beautiful moments I have ever experienced. When I was done writing on the shirt, the Sonic Youth song “Unmade Bed” was over, and I cried. I feel like I was saved.