Splash Mountain Photos
My step-sister and I take goofy Space Mountain photos every time we go to Disneyland. And when we go, we ride Space Mountain AT LEAST three times (Fast Passes FTW!). This are hilarious!
English and journalism teacher. Reader. Writer. Photographer. Wife. Music-lover. Doggy momma.
“This piece was primarily a trust exercise, in which she told viewers she would not move for six hours no matter what they did to her. She placed 72 objects one could use in pleasing or destructive ways, ranging from flowers and a feather boa to a knife and a loaded pistol, on a table near her and invited the viewers to use them on her however they wanted.
Initially, Abramović said, viewers were peaceful and timid, but it escalated to violence quickly. “The experience I learned was that … if you leave decision to the public, you can be killed… I felt really violated: they cut my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the public. Everyone ran away, escaping an actual confrontation.”
This piece revealed something terrible about humanity, similar to what Philip Zimbardo’s Stanford Prison Experiment or Stanley Milgram’s Obedience Experiment, both of which also proved how readily people will harm one another under unusual circumstances.”
This performance showed just how easy it is to dehumanize a person who doesn’t fight back, and is particularly powerful because it defies what we think we know about ourselves. I’m certain the no one reading this believes the people around him/her capable of doing such things to another human being, but this performance proves otherwise.”
this is why performance art is important
So every single person who told me ‘ignore them they’ll go away’ and ‘you can’t let them know they bothered you’ and ‘They’ll stop if they don’t see you react’ and all that bull shit, my entire school career, I want you to look good and hard at this.
I want you to think about what you said.
What you keep saying.
What you are telling your children.
You are making them powerless.
that last comment. actually crying.
"I tend to be cynical about a lot of things, but Maya Angelou is somebody that no matter how much I pick her apart, she still has integrity. She was a victim of incest and rape, and she worked as a stripper. And now she’s a literary icon and Nobel Laureate. It goes to show that life is cumulative, and you can’t devalue any type of experience."
My mom did Santa, and when I figured it out, I smiled and appreciated what she was trying to create for me. I was not traumatized, and I don’t think my mom is a liar. In fact, I kept up the “belief” for a few years because I knew it was important to her to be able to do that for me.
I think the problem comes when parents use the idea of Santa to manipulate their child into behaving. All my friends with little kids now have the Elf on the Shelf, and that’s what I have a real problem with. Telling your child she should behave because Santa and his elf are watching - not because she’s a good person and this is how good people act.
To be frank though, that’s the same problem I have with some peoples’ interpretation of religions - be good, or your afterlife will be miserable. But that’s a whole other ball of wax.
- If you schedule a secondary curriculum committee meeting for 3:45 on the Monday we come back from break, and my school gets out at 3:10 and is 20 minutes away, I will definitely be that jerk who walks in late with a Starbucks chocolate chai in hand. And I will not be sorry about it.
- Chocolate chai. OMG.
- If you ask about a student who has been transferred into your class, and he came from mine, and you then imply that he’s lost because my class clearly isn’t “truly” advanced like yours is, our conversation and my respect for you ends there.
- If I sit on the couch for 9 days and drink beer, then go back to the rush, rush, rush of a Monday, my body will go into shock and I will feel as if I’m starving the entire day.
- If my class’s reaction to me saying, “I’m happy to see you guys” is “OMG, that’s so nice!!!” then I worry that their other teachers never say anything like that.
The grading I wanted to get done is done.
I’m planned for tomorrow, which in my world is enough.
I used the leftover turkey my mom gave me in a tetrazzini casserole thing which smells good but I think they lied on the amounts of certain things. I think it’s going to be a bit dry. Oh well.
The lack of sleep last night is finally catching up with me (the beer helped). And at 8:22 I’m ready for bed.
BRING IT, MONDAY.
I had a dream last night that my first day back at school was nightmarish. The odd thing was that my dream contained actual people from my school and actual conversations I’m dreading. IT WAS GREAT.
So. I must prepare today.
Preparations and armor:
- Yoga pants and oversized sweatshirt
- Comfy couch and quilt (and dog burrowed under quilt on lap)
- Calm Tazo tea with a bit of honey
- Pride & Prejudice (5 hours of smoldering Colin Firth and snarky Jennifer Ehle)
Grading for the first time in more than a week is like running for the first time in more than a month.