Zo | 21 y/o Professional reblogger | insomniac
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me n my siblings used to cover each other in stuffed animals pillows and blankets and jump on each other from the top of the stairs and idk how we never got injured
glad to know all kids have always been rascals and rapscallions
I swear I don’t mean this in like a condescending way although maybe I do but the fact that the big controversy on tumblr rn is “do writers put symbolism into their writing or did english teachers make that up” is really bringing home for me the fact that you guys really are all in 10th grade
i just walked past the apartment beneath mine and through an open window i could hear my downstairs neighbor crying faintly while the song jolene played in the background and im just like… bitch are you okay…?
I actually ended up going back downstairs to check on her and brought some leftover cookies I baked this afternoon. she’s very sweet and going through a Breakup Mood™️ after being cheated on. she’s coming over to my gf and I’s annual bad movie night on Friday and she even let me pet her cat named Clarence
my gf thinks it’s funny but very fitting that our downstairs neighbor was able to summon a concerned lesbian just by playing jolene while crying about being done dirty by a man
Make them sit in their rooms in silent and do their homework alone
Side with the teacher and not get your child’s side of the story
Tell them that their grades are the most important thing they should worry about
INSTEAD:
Ask if they’re having trouble with other students or teachers
Sit down with them and help them with what they don’t understand
Speak calmly instead of yelling
Don’t invade their privacy by looking through their devices
Don’t take away their hobbies as punishment
Never make them feel unsafe or unable to trust you
This has been a message from a struggling high school junior that wishes their own parents actually did this stuff.
Bonus: Don’t look through their freaking backpacks. Chances are they know damn well they have loads of unfinished papers and the stress of knowing is so overwhelming they don’t even wanna look at it.
Don’t: Ask them over and over why they aren’t doing their work when they tell you they “don’t know.” They really, actually do not know. It is your job as a parent to help them figure that out, not to simply repeat that they should know, and that they’re very smart because when they do the work they get good grades. They know that. Odds are they’re as frustrated as you about it.
Instead: Ask what they would do if they no longer had to worry about school or schoolwork. If someone had asked me this when I was in high school I probably would have burst into tears. Your kid will try to tell you for probably years what they’re thinking and feeling, until they realize that you don’t care and aren’t going to help them figure it out. Don’t let it get to that point.