So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
oh my fucking god this is so true
This. I always had panics attacks when I had to do a speech in front of a class and I only ever had one teacher u sweatband coz she was the same when she was in school the rest were just like I don’t care it’s part of the curriculum “no special exceptions for your fucked head” literally word for word for my grade 12 teacher. I wanted to kill her literally.This is my school life rolled into ones post. I cry almost everyday after school because it’s just too hard.
this is too true, and it saddens me. I cry at night over the amount of work I have to do. And not only do I have a lot of work, but I have a mental disorder, and sometimes I just can’t do it. But they don’t get that so I end up failing. And it’s just really stressful.
I always have so much to do that I get stressed out and end up doing nothing, and then my grades suffer and I stress out more
I have no issue talking to people. I have no issue taking part in class discussions or anything in my APs.
What i can’t do is get up in front of a class and present anything without a consistent, mild-to-excessive shake through my entire body, voice included. It’s irrational fear of public speaking in front of a silent audience. I CAN’T FIX IT AND NO TEACHER UNDERSTANDS THIS.
Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans
Did you know that by spelling the english word SOCKS outloud, you are also saying the spanish phrase Eso si que es, which means “it is what is is”.
My spanish teacher told us this last year and I will never forget it
can we say socks instead of yolo?
Mama, just killed a man #SOCKS
you can be intelligent and successful
you can be sexually active and promiscuous
also…. you can be both
EYELASHES YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO PREVENT SHIT FROM FALLING IN MY EYE BUT WHEN YOU FALL IN MY EYE THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO YOU WERE MY LAST LINE OF DEFENSE AND YOU BETRAYED ME