When your driver instructor tells you that:
• he’s happy you’re the last student before lunch because he knows it’s going to be smooth and easy
• he’s going to make you change lanes for the first time and says you’ve done it perfectly
• you’re at the same level as students who are finishing up the course and even better than a lot of them

• he has nothing to say about my driving

It makes me feel good and anxious to get my licence

parkingstrange

lexlifts:

thornsandwillows:

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.

this fucking hit me like a fucking train 

cooksmugooch

cooksmugooch:

I remember once I was doing a final math exam and this guy, after ten minutes, handed in his exam, and he couldn’t leave the class yet (we had a rule that you can’t leave until one and a half hour in the given time) and maybe two minutes later, I hear clipping.

The fucking guy was clipping his nails, and the exam supervisor told him to just leave and to get out of her face.

shinonegareboshi étais-tu dans c’t’exam là? Je suis certaine à 100% que c’était en secondaire 5

I remember once I was doing a final math exam and this guy, after ten minutes, handed in his exam, and he couldn’t leave the class yet (we had a rule that you can’t leave until one and a half hour in the given time) and maybe two minutes later, I hear clipping.

The fucking guy was clipping his nails, and the exam supervisor told him to just leave and to get out of her face.

joshpeck