For many, the inauguration of Joe Biden is seen as a close on the era of chaos. No longer does the man ruling our country use derogatory terms towards women and immigrants. No longer does the ever-climbing temperatures, and warnings of science go ignored and dismissed by a man who sees nothing but a price tag. No longer does the man in charge, spread nothing but lies to feed his ego and further sicken the easily misled and ever-growing population of the uneducated.
This election showed that no matter how much somebody tries to undermine an election in the United States, it will remain fair and free. President Trump has tried to sue his way to another term as president of the United States, but America’s fair elections have (so far) prevailed.
Democracy to me means that it is the people who elect their government. A democratic election cannot be won over by money, or claims with no basis or facts. A democratic election ensures that everybody can have a voice. If you are an adult, you can vote. Anybody can write letters or send an email to their representatives.
Students at a school in Vermont wrote letters to their representatives and helped get a plastic bag ban bill passed and signed into law.
I am living in chittenden county. Last month I could say "I'm proud to live here, where we are handling the virus appropriately." And now I say, "What? What happened?"
but I know what happened. It has happened before; it will happen again.
When you put people together, the virus can spread. Measures can be taken to prevent it, but one slip up means it can spread. And if it can, it will. It's like a 4 year old confronted with a cookie jar.
I know you want to be invincible. You want people to see that you are brave. But really? Disobeying the new social construct when it comes to COVID guidelines isn't brave. Admitting that this virus is dangerous is brave. Wearing masks in public shows you care about other people. And we need you to care. More than that, we need you to show that you care.
I'm tired of seeing the numbers rise. But they're not just numbers. They are people.
Your opinions aren't invalid. in fact I think they are too valid, So blatantly true that half the world might plug their ears, Afraid of the truth. And your statements aren't incorrect, Just the opposite I feel, They are too correct. The slap in the face everyone is dreading, Filled with cold seeping sorrow From where the acceptance should be. And I don't think your mindset is ignorant. The exact reverse actually. Too knowledgeable. In-ignorant? Analytical, morally conscies, studied to a mastering level Of understanding. The understanding people are too ignorant to understand. Too shy to accept. Your percent error must be inaccurate. Because it is almost too flawless. It is so free of tangled errors people worry. That percentage is so miniscule a microscope would need to squint to see it. Because there is no error.
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Our lives have all changed. Nobody was expecting this and it has uprooted people everywhere all over the world. There are so many unknowns right now and so many things that are causing stress. But within the anxiety and uncertainty there is still hope and love. People all over the world are showing thier support and doing their part to fight back. Of course there are small things that people are doing and then there are those who are doing so much. The first responders, health care workers, grocery store employees and the teachers.
The teachers have all done so much to try and keep it normal for the students. They are trying to learn to adapt just as the rest of us. It has been just as hard on them as it has been on us. One of my teachers said, "I didn't become a teacher to see you through a screen." They are doing so much right now, providing support, food, so many things. They are truly remarkable people.
This year there was no family feast. The kitchen was deserted, There was no cleaning in the least The house was not converted. We did not grab the extra chairs Or find the doily thingies, No one went the extra mile with dresses ties and ribbons. We didn't drive to church today I miss the wooden pews. We didn't wear uncomfortable shiny Easter shoes. Today we didn't hug and kiss our families, friends and neighbor kids. We didn't hunt for Easter eggs in the park around the bend. This year our Easter was bizarre All traditons ruined, We Zoomed with family instead To church we had to 'tune in' And through it all in yoga pants, stuck at home awhile. This Easter celebration was a bizzare sort of style.
Yo! What up its ya boi Casper, welcome to Caspers Take and I'm back with another video blog documenting mother earth in 2050! So for todays video I will be looking back at when this climate issue my generation is currently dealing with, or suffering from, have your pick, and basically show everyone how its impacted the 2050 peeps. Ok- lets role the intro!
Wait. Oh, I don’t have an intro. OK we’ll just dive right in then.
We are taught from a young age how to hide from shooters in school, online we hear stories about shootings near us, we listen to stories from our classmates about their school shooting. We listen and listen but never act. They never teach us what to do when the PTSD happens afterwards, they don't tell us that the reason some shot up our school, is because they are mental unstable. But instead of getting the help WE NEED they only tell us how to hide.
They only tell us how they will prevent the next one, because if guns are available to anyone, there will always be a next one.
I have no idea where I’m “from.” This question should be easy – I’ve lived in Vermont for nearly fifteen years. But when, like me, you define “from” as more than a place – broader than a single pin on a map, or one neat little zipcode – it’s more complicated.
To me, "from" is the idea of origin; nothing to do with birthplace, and everything to do with what shapes our identities. I was born in Arizona, yet my only archetypically southern traits are a propensity to address groups of people as y’all and the strongly held opinion that cornbread should NOT be sweet. This is my birthplace, but is this where I’m from?
When I was less than two, we moved to my grandparents’ home: NY state – not city; (a place is more than its cities, eh Vermont?) Shuttling back and forth between the suburbs and a tiny mountain town. This was my first experience of snow,
Before the performance, the stage is set: a giant 6-foot tall ramp specifically designed for the group, with two wheelchairs stacked atop each other like orbs. The background is dark, with dozens of stars and comets. It feels like the audience is staring straight at the Milky Way. The performance begins and the audience is confused. The performance is about two dancers who use wheelchairs- we had expected them to be in the wheelchairs the whole time, and move around with them. Instead, the dancers start without the chairs. They move around on the ramp, rolling, tumbling, sometimes perching on their knees or feet lightly. Their arm movements are the most expressive- wide, lyrical, sad and otherworldly.
The background gives the feeling that the story takes place somewhere between, or in, the star-filled sky and ebbing waves.
On Wednesday, October 30th, I had the pleasure of seeing a performance of Kinetic Light: Descent at the Flynn Center for Performing Arts. The show is choreographed and danced solely by Alice Sheppard and Laurel Lawson. The audience watches as these two women perform incredible feats of strength and discipline despite physical adversity; ultimately shattering prior notions and assumptions of people who live with disabilities.
Think about the world you see when you close your eyes, and tell me, what scares you? - Inkpaw
What scares me is that many people with the highest power can't seem to use it properly, and eventually our world will all come falling down. - Graceful
Everyone who knows that climate change is real... but don't care. That don't get that we will all die, rich, poor, white, black, rainbow. If we don't educate and spread the word there will be nothing left to fear. - fire girl