eighth grade

anonymous asked:

When I was in eighth grade, I genuinely did not understand the huge emphasis on sex in the media. I even asked my youth pastor person why they felt the need to give all of us girls "the talk" on the way back from a trip and it was like everyone understood why sex was so talked about except me. Now I get why I've never understood it and why, mainly when I'm single and there's no sex-pressure, I never even think about sex. I've had to train myself to be like "oh that's about sex" with ads. Sheesh

Yup, asexual life. Thanks for sharing!

this other time in the eighth grade there was a fire alarm so the teacher marched us out onto the front lawn and we waited there for like three minutes and we were all like "what the heck where is the rest of the people in this darn 2400 kid school" and that’s when we realized

it wasn’t a fire drill

it was a tornado drill

if that was real we would be dead we would all be freaking dead

I am in fifth grade
and I am embarrassed by my body.
The nurse tells me
I am becoming a woman,
and I begin to cry.
There are hills and valleys on my chest
proving I am the weaker sex.

I am in eighth grade
and I sneak poetry to my English teacher
with post-it notes that insist
this isn’t that good but here you go…
My body trembles when
I raise my hand.

I am in tenth grade
and my fingers are turning blue.
I am purposely failing one class
to have study dates with a senior,
and skipping another
to experience my body in the sunlight.

I am in college
and my voice is cracked
from never being used.

—  Michelle K., The Timeline of Worth.

SAM ALDEN is coming to TCAF!

“Sam Alden was born in 1988 and now lives in his hometown of Portland, Oregon. His comic Haunter is serialized on Study Group Comics, and he’s also the author of the ongoing comic Eighth Grade and of many internationally published short stories…” - Full Bio at TCAF site

Artist’s Tumblr: http://gingerlandcomics.tumblr.com/

TCAF is The Toronto Comic Arts Festival, taking place May 11-12, 2013, in Toronto, Canada. More at http://torontocomics.com/

In a past life, full of perfection in our small minds, we were rebels. In a small way that means everything, we were a band of misfits. In a quick light, a glimpse of time, we were together. Together in our personas, but separate physically. We weren’t one, just matching. 

They had their briefcases filled with their torture devices called truths and had their running sneakers on. It was a great chase, trying to drive the delusions of anarchy out of our minds, when they were starting to consider it themselves. When the opposition has an idea and it makes sense, that’s when you know you’ve lost.

They lost more then our small battle, they lost their minds. Our way of life and frame of mind are for those of us that can handle the idea of being wrong sometimes. Maybe even all the time. You can’t medicate the thoughts away like other illnesses, you either suffer or succumb. 

In the end we died out, sick of illness or waiting, now there are but two of us left. Waiting for the perfect time to strike our plan of tattoos and locked doors. We’d sooner die than leave. We still aren’t one, we just match up. We match up to each other and everyone else’s expectations, they just don’t realize their expectations are so high. 

We continue to wander alone, talking of our crazy theories and small possession of personality. We laugh at our idiocy and ignorance, and find brilliance with the memory of our past winnings. I don’t think we’ll ever leave our minds.  

Inspired by We Were Rebels by Backpack Party

Newly Discovered Eighth Grade Exam From 1912 Shows How Dumbed Down America Has Become

Have you ever seen the movie “Idiocracy”? It is a movie about an “average American” that wakes up 500 years in the future only to discover that he is the most intelligent person by far in the “dumbed down” society that is surrounding him. Unfortunately, that film is a very accurate metaphor for what has happened to American society today. We have become so “dumbed down” that we don’t even realize what has happened to us. But once in a while something comes along that reminds us of how far we have fallen. In Kentucky, an eighth grade exam from 1912 was recently donated to the Bullitt County History Museum. When I read this exam over, I was shocked at how difficult it was. Could most eighth grade students pass such an exam today?Of course not. In fact, I don’t even think that I could pass it. Sadly, this is even more evidence of “the deliberate dumbing down of America” that former Department of Education official Charlotte Iserbyt is constantly warning us about. The American people are not nearly as mentally sharp as they once were, and with each passing generation it gets even worse….

The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater
because he is trying to kill you,
and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,
and you are ready to die in this swimming pool
because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means
your life is over anyway.
You’re in the eighth grade. You know these things.
You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do
long division,
and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless
he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you
didn’t do,
because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.
—  By Richard Siken, A Primer for the Small Weird Loves
My First Week Student Teaching Highlights
  • Made a social contract with the classes, made an awesome poster out of it
  • A student, while presenting, threw a granola bar… at the audience… It was odd
  • Accidentally said “shit” on the first day while talking with a group of students. Oops.
  • I love the fact that I have 11 students in my literacy class. I also love the fact that I’m with a literacy class.
  • My teacher hates grammar (understandable), so I get to lead teach the unit and make it my own.
  • That unit starts on Monday…
  • Students still really don’t know my name, but they are comfortable with asking me for help. Last semester, this happened about halfway through the semester, so I’m extremely happy to be forming these relationships. Then again, I also have a more active role in the classroom this semester.
  •  My CT is awesome. The 8th grade team is awesome. I love it.

Teacher confession time: About halfway through this summer, as I was sitting doing nothing and alone, a thought started to form in the back of my mind: am I really cut out to be a teacher? Do I really want to do this for the rest of my life? It scared me, I’ll be honest. Because rationally, I want to do this; I have invested so much time, money, energy, passion.

Today, as I sat in my friend’s car on the way home after teaching, I was happy that I was done and I was happy that it was Friday, but most of all to me, I was happy and tired from interacting with all these different, young beings. The thought in the back of my mind is gone.

one time in the eighth grade this kid in my homeroom was like “hey you guys wanna see something cool” and he opened his bookbag and there was a balloon in it so we were all just like “um okay whatever” but later on in sixth period I guess he was in the other class over because we were taking a test and it was dead silent but suddenly there was this huge pop from the other side of the wall and everybody in both classes screamed and the janitor came to make sure nobody had been shot

when i was in the eighth grade i was in english class and one of my friends mentioned to the teacher that i could sing in japanese and all the kids’ heads whipped around like “woAH what are u serious” and i just sat there in complete silence and they were like literally begging me to sing for them bc they didn’t believe i could do it

anyway that’s how i ended up singing the ouran high school host club theme song to a class of stunned fourteen year olds who had, apparently, never heard of anime before


This is What Eighth Grade Dinner Dance Looks Like

I’d like to be of those parents that exclaims “Oh my! They look so grown up! Can you believe these are our little girls?” But I’m not, because that is exactly what kids do–grow up. I’m so proud of the person she’s become. The fact that she can kill it in five-inch heels and and Azria dress is icing on the cake. Plus I love the group she hangs with, all a bunch of great people. I hope she and her classmates have a fabulous time tonight!

Nearly No Consequences For Drunk Executives Who Poured Beer On Native American Children’s Heads [TW: Racism, Ethnocentrism]
"Again, justice has not been served for the native people or the children."

At the start of the year, a group of 57 Native Americans students from the Lakota tribe were taken to a minor league hockey match in Rapid City, South Dakota to celebrate their academic achievements. But what started as a field trip to reward the students quickly turned into a nightmare, when a group of drunk men in an executive suite dumped beer on their heads and yelled “go back to the Rez!”

Seven months later, only one of the perpetrators faces criminal charges. His trial begins today, and if found guilty he will be convicted of disorderly conduct and fined $500 — avoiding hate crime charges, a jury, and jail time.

In January, a group of third through eighth grade students from the American Horse School were watching the local hockey team, the Rapid City Rush, before several adults started asking them questions about where they are from. Middle school teacher and head chaperone Consuelo Means alleges she overheard several men sitting in an executive suite above them asking eighth grade girls questions, and immediately asked the students to stop talking to the strangers because they were drunk. The men continued asking questions and when the home team scored, one banged on the wall and told the students to cheer louder because they were “from the Rez.” Means briefly looked for security for assistance, but when she returned to her seat, she felt something dripping on her head. Looking up, she saw the men dumping beer on three rows of students. When Means alerted the other chaperones and tried to intervene, the perpetrators reportedly yelled at the group to go back to the Rez.

The students left the game shortly after. One girl was crying while the others remained quiet during the drive home to Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in Allen, South Dakota.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate for [the men] to be talking to my students,” Means explained to ThinkProgress. She contends the girls stopped responding to the men, but the latter began addressing other students in the group. “We’ve been there five years and nothing like that’s ever happened.” Before leaving the venue, she was asked to complete an incident report and told she would be contacted, but there was no mention of calling law enforcement.

In the following days, students’ parents called the school looking for answers. And since then, children have been hesitant to leave the Pine Ridge Reservation, which is home to 28,700 people and considered a poster child of poverty. To avoid more racist attacks, they are choosing to stay local. Similar field trips off of the reservation have been cancelled, and kids no longer go to Rapid City for medical needs and entertainment. They only have annual sun dances, or prayer ceremonies, to look forward to during vacation.

After the incident, the Rapid City Police Department conducted an investigation and concluded three men were directly responsible. However, they only decided to charge one, Trace O’Connell, with disorderly conduct — a misdemeanor. And much to the chagrin of school administrators, federal prosecutors have not gotten involved, despite American Horse School being a federal institution.

Gloria Kitsopoulos is the superintendent and principal of the American Horse School and a member of the Lakota tribe. According to Kitsopoulos, the chief of police, city attorney, and state attorney drove to the school to explain the results of the investigation and deeply offended the parents and school officials who had assembled there.

“The first thing that really offended me was that they brought the communications guy from Rapid City with them and I gave him the microphone so he could talk to the people. He said, ‘if anyone wants to use the talking stick when I’m done, let me know,‘” she told ThinkProgress. When the misdemeanor charge was announced, “nobody really said anything because [they] thought ‘okay that’s the first one, that’s probably the lesser charge.’ And that was it. Everybody was just dumbfounded.”

Parents were outraged and began to yell, at which point the chief of police approached Kitsopoulos and said, “I think we should leave. I’m fearing for her safety” and pointed to the female state attorney. Back in Rapid City, officers claimed they fled the reservation out of fear. But the superintendent maintains nobody was showing signs of aggression at the meeting.

On the day of the first hearing, O’Connell, who has plead not guilty, was a no-show. Rapid City Attorney Joel Landeen, who is representing the students, asked that a jury hear the case and for jail time to stay on the table. Due to their large presence in Rapid City, Native Americans were hopeful that some of their own would sit on the jury. But the judge presiding over the case has since denied both requests, so the maximum penalty is a $500 fine. No hate crime, assault, or child abuse charges are being pursued.

“I’m a retired lieutenant colonel for the United States Army. I spent 26 years serving my country — [in] Vietnam and Desert Storm. What have we accomplished?” says Kitsopoulos. “Again, justice has not been served for the native people or the children.”

“I tell the students all the time [they] can do anything, [they] can go anywhere, [they] can be anything,” she concluded. “Immediately after [the hockey game] I brought them in and talked to them. These were my top students, rewarded for their academics. The first thing they said to me [was], ‘you said that we could go anywhere and be anything, and we can’t.’ That made me the angriest — that they took that away from them: that hope.”

h/t: Carmiah Townes at Think Progress Justice