I am privileged. I went to school. I have a home with running water and electricity. I live in a country where I am “free.” I’m able bodied and have a job. I am a woman who has access to birth control. I control my body. I’m not scared to go outside and I’m not punished for my beliefs. I hope I am never put to the mercy of those around me. I’m sure if I was forced from my home, no one would take me in. I am privileged to not be a refugee, but if I was I hope someone would take me in. I don’t think they would though…
Why is attendance still a factor in our grades. We’re adults. Things pop up. We tired. As long as we get the work done, why does it matter?
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I have officially decided if Jenna leaves, the next companion must be a cat. THINK ABOUT IT. A CAT!!! ORANGE STRAY CAT WANDERS INTO THE TARDIS AND SERVES NO PURPOSE BUT TO CONFUSE/FRUSTRATE/CUDDLE THE DOCTOR AND SOFTEN HIM UP. *Mew* “No.” *nudges hand with head* “No. Not happening.” *puts paw on hand* “NO MORE TREATS. YOU HAD SOME THIS MORNING.” *mew, snuggle snuggle* “………..oh, okaaaaaay. Fine, are you happy you win. Again” *happy mew* “Mshfhsjhd-I love you to.-mdjdydhhsk”
