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krisglassy:

Injustice in the School

*please read and spread around

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kristen Patterson, I am 14 and attend Blessed Trinity Catholic Secondary School. And I am a recovering self harmer. 

As I am 30 days clean of cutting, I’ve built up tremendous amounts of confidence. For months I’ve hidden my arm, because of the way it looks. But as of late, like I mentioned, I’ve become more confident and have been wearing sleeves up.

One day at school, Thursday April 12th to be exact, I was told by teacher personnel to roll down my sleeves, because it “might be disturbing to others.”

I was very offended by then, and quite upset. So, I went and found my boyfriend and he told me this should be brought to the office, and so we did. 

In the office, we waited for the principal to finish with whatever so we could bring this to him. We waited. And then we met the youth worker in the office, and told her my situation. She took us to another room and explained that some people just won’t be used to it. I cried, because this was a new step for confidence for me so I could resume being like everyone else, but I was denied of it.

So she brought us back to into the main office and we met the principal. I had my boyfriend in the room so he could help me explain the situation, because I wasn’t able to talk by myself without crying. 

The principal then began to explain to me how I am not permitted to have my arm out at school. David, my boyfriend, asked if this was an actual rule. The principal avoided a straight answer, so David requested to see this rule.

The principal proceeded to say “You aren’t being productive to the conversation. Please leave.” then guided him from the room. After David had left, the principal began to explain how I should “Really think about how other people will feel looking at my arm, how it’ll effect their minds and how it could really hurt them.”

I was thinking, “Are you kidding me? I feared for months being judged by these people and ridiculed, and you’re telling me that I should consider THEIR feelings?”

I had enough. I was full on sobbing at this point, while my principal sat there, stone faced, watching me. I ran out of the room and David was waiting in the waiting room, I ran from there too. He followed me and asked what happened, I told him, and he left for about 45 seconds. I kept moving and eventually collapsed on the ground, crying my heart out. 

The youth worker had followed me and was trying to calm me down, David had returned.

Now, David is a very trust worthy person, so i believe him 100% for what I’m about to tell you he said to the Principal. It was along the lines of “You should really consider how she feels, how you’ve upset her so much over this.”

My principal translated this to threats, finger pointing, and in a different story explained to his mother. he had supposedly ripped off the blinds.

My boyfriend is now suspended for 20 days. He is missing an entire month of school for sticking up for me.

And I’m being ordered to wear long sleeves around the school. 

So now tell me, how is this a catholic way of handling things? What if someone had been in a car accident and had scars on their face or arms or whatever, would they make them cover them up?

Why can we have graphic presentations of STDs, alcohol use, drug use, ect., but not a student who has self harm scars walk around with confidence and acceptance of their actions towards their self?

I am pissed.

radthai
sharramoon:

slurpingiceamericano:

theburiedlife:
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

This just changed me

sharramoon:

slurpingiceamericano:

theburiedlife:

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.


The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

This just changed me

radthai

officialannakendrick:

did she just jump off a bridge for a fucking vine

did it for the vine