Class discussions are fun until u find out ur classmates are racists
class discussions make me cringe.
Class discussions have led to:
- the discovery that half my class was racist as fuck
- the discovery that half my class was homophobic/transphobic/etc as fuck (I did get a hug from the only out kid in class when I was done taking the ringleader to shreds, though, he was a great kid)
- the discovery that my entire class revered Columbus as a good and kind individual who just did So Damn Much for the heathen savages (yeah, that was an ugly revelation for them)
- an actual shouting match between two sides of the class over abortion laws/rights, which had to be broken up by the passing vice principal
- the discovery that the history teacher was unaware of the fact that no culture EVER thought the world was flat (and certainly not the Greeks???? this is still weird to me????)
- the discovery that a few people in my class believed that, if a parent was beating their kid, the kid must have deserved it (I genuinely hope those people got therapy and moved out of their homes)
- and last but most certainly not least
- the discovery that half the class thought that the way a girl dressed dictated whether or not she ‘deserved’ to get raped, which led straight to
- the discovery that the TEACHER thought that if a girl dressed a certain way, she wasn’t a victim, no matter what happened to her, which was directly involved in
- me, in my jeans and t-shirt, slamming a kid into a table by the throat for certain ongoing shenanigans
And that was all just in my high school.
(via academicfeminist)
