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Life, School, and Shower: just-shower-thoughts Blind people must save a lot on electricity. stomatium They do actually! mauve-moth I had a blind professor, last semester, and I swung through his office to make up an exam. It was a while before I knew he was in there because he was sitting with the lights off. I finally went in, apologized, and took the exam by the light of a nearby window (which was fine). Forty-five minutes into dead silence he panicked and yelled in this booming voiced, "WAIT, YOU CAN SEE!!" before diving across his desk to turn on the lights. I'm sure he was embarrassed but I thought it was endearing and it highlighted a large aspect of disabled life that I hadn't previously considered. hotmolasses Sort of relatedly I once had professor who was deaf, but she had learned to read lips and speak so she could communicate easily with hearing people who didn't know sign language. One day she had gotten off topic and was talking a little about her personal life, so that one of the students said "Oh, I know, I grew up in Brooklyn too." She stared at him for a long time and then said "How do you know l'm from Brooklyn?" And he said "You have a Brooklyn accent." She said "I do?" and the whole class nodded, and then she burst out laughing and said "I had no idea! The school where I learned to speak was in Brooklyn. I learned by moving my mouth and tongue the way my teachers did. So I guess it makes sense that I have their accent, I just never thought about it." Realising perspectives!
Life, School, and Shower: just-shower-thoughts
 Blind people must save a lot on electricity.
 stomatium
 They do actually!
 mauve-moth
 I had a blind professor, last semester, and I swung
 through his office to make up an exam. It was a while
 before I knew he was in there because he was sitting
 with the lights off. I finally went in, apologized, and
 took the exam by the light of a nearby window (which
 was fine). Forty-five minutes into dead silence he
 panicked and yelled in this booming voiced, "WAIT,
 YOU CAN SEE!!" before diving across his desk to
 turn on the lights. I'm sure he was embarrassed but I
 thought it was endearing and it highlighted a large
 aspect of disabled life that I hadn't previously
 considered.
 hotmolasses
 Sort of relatedly I once had professor who was deaf,
 but she had learned to read lips and speak so she
 could communicate easily with hearing people who
 didn't know sign language. One day she had gotten
 off topic and was talking a little about her personal
 life, so that one of the students said "Oh, I know, I
 grew up in Brooklyn too."
 She stared at him for a long time and then said "How
 do you know l'm from Brooklyn?"
 And he said "You have a Brooklyn accent."
 She said "I do?" and the whole class nodded, and
 then she burst out laughing and said "I had no idea!
 The school where I learned to speak was in Brooklyn.
 I learned by moving my mouth and tongue the way
 my teachers did. So I guess it makes sense that I
 have their accent, I just never thought about it."
Realising perspectives!

Realising perspectives!

Elmo, Gif, and Tumblr: rosalindfranklinsnotes: Captions: Videoer: Speak, Comrade Elmo. Elmo: [opens mouth as the national anthem of the ussr begins to play and the videoer begins to laugh]
Elmo, Gif, and Tumblr: rosalindfranklinsnotes:
Captions:
Videoer: Speak, Comrade Elmo.
Elmo: [opens mouth as the national anthem of the ussr begins to play and the videoer begins to laugh]

rosalindfranklinsnotes: Captions: Videoer: Speak, Comrade Elmo. Elmo: [opens mouth as the national anthem of the ussr begins to play and the...

America, Bitch, and School: The US SHOULD be divided like this Nos Norther Suthwes* Southeost But its act э11ym like this: uest South Whot keyhollow: rametarin: someoneintheshadow456: vikkidc: rv-nn: el-kabongjr: manwiththesquidhat: kichizone: oswinstark: wilwheaton: kittydoom: jimmyfury: pumpkinskull: interruptingpanda: myotpisgay: ninjaboots: gayyourlifemustbe: cloakstone69: president-vanellope: wake up america this is to educate my non-American followers. This really is how the US sees itself. (and yes, 95% of the time, Florida = WHAT?!) In Florida the more North you go, the more “South” you get  In Florida the central part pretends to be the south, the western part pretends to be the northeast and the south pretends to be the west I’m not even kidding you  … Please tell me you guys are kidding.   Florida is like it’s own country I swear I’m from Florida and I can confirm this. Also, South Florida is basically Miami and alligators. oh, i always assumed florida was part of The South? north florida is yes. The rest is not. I’m from Florida, and grew up in SC/NC. Can confirm all true. 👍 Um. This is so wrong. You’re forgetting the part where California sees itself as its own entity. We do not want to be grouped in with everyone else, thanks. clearly none of you have ever met someone from texas I’m from Texas and I “Yee-Haw” this message ^ LMFAO America truly is a bunch of countries in a trench coat Bitch please at least your “countries in a trench coat” speak the same language. Sorta. The number of Spanish-only speakers is goin’ up up up. Which needs to change or shits gonna get fucky real quick, especially in school system standardized testing bullshit ugh You say that as if shit hasn’t been fucky for decades 
America, Bitch, and School: The US SHOULD be
 divided like this

 Nos
 Norther
 Suthwes*
 Southeost

 But its act э11ym
 like this:

 uest
 South
 Whot
keyhollow:

rametarin:

someoneintheshadow456:
vikkidc:


rv-nn:


el-kabongjr:


manwiththesquidhat:

kichizone:

oswinstark:

wilwheaton:


kittydoom:

jimmyfury:


pumpkinskull:

interruptingpanda:

myotpisgay:

ninjaboots:

gayyourlifemustbe:

cloakstone69:

president-vanellope:
wake up america
this is to educate my non-American followers. This really is how the US sees itself. (and yes, 95% of the time, Florida = WHAT?!)

In Florida the more North you go, the more “South” you get 
In Florida the central part pretends to be the south, the western part pretends to be the northeast and the south pretends to be the west I’m not even kidding you 

… Please tell me you guys are kidding.  

Florida is like it’s own country I swear

I’m from Florida and I can confirm this. Also, South Florida is basically Miami and alligators.

oh, i always assumed florida was part of The South?

north florida is yes. The rest is not.


I’m from Florida, and grew up in SC/NC. Can confirm all true. 👍

Um. This is so wrong.


You’re forgetting the part where California sees itself as its own entity. 
We do not want to be grouped in with everyone else, thanks.


clearly none of you have ever met someone from texas


I’m from Texas and I “Yee-Haw” this message 


^ LMFAO


America truly is a bunch of countries in a trench coat


Bitch please at least your “countries in a trench coat” speak the same language. 

Sorta. The number of Spanish-only speakers is goin’ up up up.

Which needs to change or shits gonna get fucky real quick, especially in school system standardized testing bullshit ugh

You say that as if shit hasn’t been fucky for decades 

keyhollow: rametarin: someoneintheshadow456: vikkidc: rv-nn: el-kabongjr: manwiththesquidhat: kichizone: oswinstark: wilwheaton: ...

Children, Growing Up, and Lenny: C humansofnewyork: “Nobody would give us a chance.  We were in our early twenties.  We had two young kids.  We were working, but living check to check.  At the time we were staying in the projects with my mother-in-law, but my kids were growing up, so we needed our own place.  But all the rental brokers wanted to see our bank statements.  And we had no savings.  We didn’t even have accounts.  Then one day I was walking down the avenue, and I saw a super fixing up an empty apartment.  I told him I needed to speak to the landlord directly.  No brokers.  And I guess he liked my vibe, because he gave me the name: Ronald Petrowski.  When I called Mr. Petrowski, I explained everything.  I told him we needed a chance.  He agreed to meet me and my husband at Lenny’s Pizzeria.  He bought us a plain pie and listened to our story.  He’d grown up poor himself, so he knew the struggle.  And he gave us a chance.  We’ve been in that apartment for 35 years now, and I’ve paid him every cent.  We’ve fallen on hard times.  At one point I owed him an entire year of rent.  But he was so gracious.  He never sent us an eviction notice.  Every time he came to collect, he’d sit at our kitchen table, have a cup of coffee, and listen to our situation.  Mr. Petrowski is my hero.  He sold the building a couple years ago, but we still keep in touch.  That man gave me a home to raise my children.”
Children, Growing Up, and Lenny: C
humansofnewyork:

“Nobody would give us a chance.  We were in our early twenties.  We had two young kids.  We were working, but living check to check.  At the time we were staying in the projects with my mother-in-law, but my kids were growing up, so we needed our own place.  But all the rental brokers wanted to see our bank statements.  And we had no savings.  We didn’t even have accounts.  Then one day I was walking down the avenue, and I saw a super fixing up an empty apartment.  I told him I needed to speak to the landlord directly.  No brokers.  And I guess he liked my vibe, because he gave me the name: Ronald Petrowski.  When I called Mr. Petrowski, I explained everything.  I told him we needed a chance.  He agreed to meet me and my husband at Lenny’s Pizzeria.  He bought us a plain pie and listened to our story.  He’d grown up poor himself, so he knew the struggle.  And he gave us a chance.  We’ve been in that apartment for 35 years now, and I’ve paid him every cent.  We’ve fallen on hard times.  At one point I owed him an entire year of rent.  But he was so gracious.  He never sent us an eviction notice.  Every time he came to collect, he’d sit at our kitchen table, have a cup of coffee, and listen to our situation.  Mr. Petrowski is my hero.  He sold the building a couple years ago, but we still keep in touch.  That man gave me a home to raise my children.”

humansofnewyork: “Nobody would give us a chance.  We were in our early twenties.  We had two young kids.  We were working, but living check...