So within the first…. 15 minutes of work I cut every single one of my fingers on my left hand from a sharp edge on a cooler. Then there’s the fact that I was already sore from gymnastics and then I had to stand up for almost 10 hours on end. With 12 cuts, sore feet and knees, and around 6 hours of sleep it still went great!

Starting work tomorrow!

First night back at gymnastics! Oh how I missed it. But paiiiiiiin.

Why is it that it’s considered socially acceptable to tear people down? Living. Breathing. Warm flesh. Muscles. Tissue. Bones. How is it okay to call a beautiful, unique human being worthless? Or trash. Or any other crude label that comes from the arsenal of names that each school has. No matter what they say about those sticks and stones and broken bones, those words will always cut deeper. They will always punch harder. And they will always kill many more people than any broken bone. And at night behind the locked doors, those kids are fighting a battle against those words. Against those hallways and those classrooms. Against the lies. And some break. Some break and some won’t go back to school the next day. Or any day. And don’t tell me that they were weak. Or that there’s nothing you can do. Don’t tell me that those things don’t happen. Or that it doesn’t concern you because you don’t know people like ‘that’. You have the power to save lives. Why are you choosing to ignore the problem? Take a stand. Speak up. Save lives.

Someone should come do this workout with me. Please? ^.^

“Surrounded by people who say that rhyme. About sticks and stones. As if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called. And we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us. That we’d be lonely forever. That we’d never meet someone that made us feel like the sun was something they’d built for us in their toolshed. So broken heartstrings bled the blues, as we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing. Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone.” -To This Day by Shane Koyczan

“So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made. The ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.” -Sarah Kay

First day of school, and she already feels the same as me when it comes to Shakespeare. :P

 

BBQ ribs and pre-season football. That’s what’s up.