Author: theMysticGoddess

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A small set of photos from last night in NYC.

Being a part of this, marching with close friends and strangers last night, and feeling the collective roar of pain and support for one another, was an honour I will never forget.

We marched from Union Square to Trump Tower, peaceful protestors blocking traffic to keep those of us marching safe from cars. We chanted in English, Spanish, and Lakota. We cried out for Muslim, black, queer, Native, Latinx, trans, female, undocumented lives, now more in danger than ever before. We brought Manhattan to a standstill for hours, and we did it peacefully, with no police interference, because this was by the people for the people.

No matter what this looks like, I’ve never been surrounded by such unfailingly polite people. I’ve never been apologised to by so many people for bumping into me. A girl next to my group of friends started passing out Snickers. A young man fell to the ground sobbing at one point, and everyone nearby swarmed to protect him from the oncoming march, to hold him while he cried it out.

This may change nothing. Except that we know we’re not alone. That our capacity as individuals to take care of one another is more immense, more powerful than any corrupt government.

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Tortoise skeletons are the weirdest skeletons.

I never wondered what they looked like before. Wow. I literally just gasped. How neat!

Which is another reason you shouldn’t pick them up by their top shell

Everyone knows that you shouldn’t pick up a tortoise or turtle by their shell since their backbone is fused with it, but often it’s not really an easy thing to visualize how that works. Here’s a really cool image for that… 

Almost NOBODY knows this, because people don’t bother to simply show you a fucking image like this in school so before i saw this on tumblr i thought a turtle was simply a loose animal in a shell like a snail

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in my preschool class we’re holding “class president of the day” elections this week.  we already elected our first female president on monday, even though one of the boy’s campaign promises was to “bring jewels” to the classroom.

tuesday: we talked about the real election happening today. one child says she hopes hillary clinton wins and all of her classmates chime in with sober agreements. one boy says voting for the drumpf “would not be a very good idea.”

they elected the other female candidate today in our mock election, so she won over the jewels boy and the other boy, who said he would make bracelets for the entire class. my students are surprisingly practical, seeing as they voted for the candidate who would clean the school and help them with their work.

once president, she did do those things, but also punched one of her constituents into the sandbox, so, i mean … she’s sort of a typical politician i guess

wednesday: the children announced tensely to me that trump won the real election. one boy said, “i still don’t like him, but we can’t say we hate him, because then we would be saying we hate the president.”

i said that was true, and that saying we hate him sounds a lot like something trump would say. they nodded and continued to help the toddler class students get their snack plates to the table without dropping their apple slices.

they elected one of the girls again, so she served her second term by helping her friends button their art smocks before we made our galaxy paintings. (because if you think i’m gonna create an art lesson plan to focus any more attention on this shitshow of an election, you are wrong.)

neither of the boy candidates have stood much of a chance in this race so far. one of them came to me and said he was rethinking his campaign promises, and could he make a new poster

he got a paper and wrote a huge list of ways that he would help keep all the children safe, including reminding them to use walking feet and not to touch broken glass. then he volunteered to work in the toddler room and cleaned up all of their messes, and moved all the shelves in my room so he could clean behind them.

i’m feeling so hopeless right now, but these children remind me that there is a future and they. are. it.

thursday: today i was very pleased. our president today is the little boy who made changes to his campaign promises. he also wore tyrannosaurus rex foot slippers. when the voters were shaking his hand to congratulate him on his victory, one said, “good job, and thank you for having monster feet”

he watched everyone like a hawk to make sure they were being safe, and then spent the morning writing in his journal about how much he loves all of us and his bicycle.