#(math teacher is my homeroom teacher. we don't really have homeroom class in our school 🤷)

[50c14lly4nx10u5]

i don't think some of my bandmates got the message that my Name Changed cuz before the concert i was asked 'are you excited, [old name]?' by one of platy's old friends

i never corrected em cuz i felt too awkward they had literally never talked to me b4 >_<

[sillymizu-13]

today was my first day of school!!!!!! it sucked. here let me describe my classes

1st period: hate band, teacher is cool tho. planning on switching to art

2nd period: girl only allows us to take our phones and water bottles inside. we need to take our phones so we can put it on her wall :/ fuck you math teacher

3rd period: rare actual kind Spanish teacher! she was pretty cool, but I have no friends :(

4th period: biology is really interesting but I'm sorta scared of the teacher.. he's pretty strict and he's loud

5th period: I have the most friends in here! my English class is pretty silly :3 I hate English but I can tell it's gonna be chaotic

6th period: I don't have any friends in geography, but the teacher is amazing! I also gained a crush on this guy who's name I don't even know, but i already have a code name for him 🤭 (salsa, if you want looks search up keeho p1harmony, he looks like that but slightly uglier, still hot tho)

homeroom: i don't have any friends in here but the teacher is chill so that's a win???

LMFAO CRUSHING ON AN UKNOWN PEDON IS DO REAL THO 😭😭🙏

okay now that i’ve woken up fr this time uhm i didn’t know it’s possible to have 6 periods in a day i always thought it’s 5 😭😭🙏 bro i’m begging for a new english teacher my old one is so horrible

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Ok, I am always a sucker for stories about teachers, so if you feel comfortable... could you share some more about your fourth grade teacher? I am just curious and I feel like you got some stories!

Sure, I'll try my best. "Try my best", because I literally think I have repressed so much of the trauma she endured me, which I will get into later.

So, teachers. In retrospect, many teachers you realize eventually weren't actually that bad, you were just a kid who didn't really get them. But there were some ones that were really bad. And this one, even my parents disliked. And if other adults disliked them, then you KNOW they are bad.

Fourth grade. In fourth grade we had a homeroom teacher, who taught a majority of the school subjects. The only other teachers we had besides her was a P.E techer, two teachers for sewing and woodwork respectively, and one for science/chemistry (at this grade, science and chemistry were essentially in the same lesson plan and didn't become two separate classes until like 6th/7th grade). The science/chemistry teacher was the homeroom teacher for the other fourth grade class, and I think they really got the short end of the stick. We only had this teacher for 3 days a week, and they had her for all the other subjects...

Here name was Therese. Now, I wasn't the biggest fan of Therese from the start. She had this loud, high pitched voice which... I guess you kinda have to have when working with children, but her voice was the kind of "I am on the verge of getting a mental breakdown at any point" one. She also had the same, blank stare no matter her emotions. I never saw her happy. She never looked angry either, even when she was angry. She was like a badly generated npc with the same facial expression and blank stare.

Now, my class was... the disruptive and loud one. I literally cannot imagine if Therese was our homeroom teacher. Our current homeroom teacher had her limits with us, but she was a very patient and caring teacher. If we'd have Therese... I honestly am not sure what would have happened. Either she'd get our class to be super behaved or we'd drive her further into insanity. But what I can remember from seeing her 3 days a week was that we sort of... felt unsteady around her. We didn't really know what it was around her, but I felt like no one really dared to do much... especially what went down with her.

For example: If we were done with what we were supposed to do, this conversation happened with her every time:

Student: I am done. Therese, for some reason saying this loudly to the entire class: You are NEVER done! Every time you finish something, you should begin with the next thing. Student: What's the next thing? Therese: You should know this, because I said it. Student: But I don't know. Therese: YOU SHOULD KNOW, GO BACK TO YOUR SEAT AND CONTINUE WITH WORK!

Now, I know she did this to other students too. I just remember what she did to me the most, since, well...

We were going to do some scientific experiments. And thus, Therese wrote "Experiment" on the board. Except, she forgot the t at the end, only writing "Experimen". Now, in school, there were many subjects I wasn't too good at. I struggled with math, I was not good at P.E, and even science and chemistry I really could not get into. But spelling and reading? 9 year old me was QUEEN at that. And I knew from experience, that whenever a student corrected a teacher's spelling, they were always replied with "thank you for noticing!". It encouraged us to keep learning to spell and read right (it sounds like this was a regular occurrence lol - of course not, but whenever it did happen, the teachers we've had beforehand complimented us for noticing the grammar mistake). So, wanting to show myself a good student that paid attention, I raised my hand. "You forgot the t at the end."

There was a silence. Therese looked at me. Her blank stare got through my soul. Then she very slowly took a breath, before replying:

"I think it's very impolite for someone to say something like that. If you keep doing that, I'll kick you out of class."

Being 9 years old and hearing this... I felt super bad. I never wanted her to react like that. I wanted to do the opposite - I wanted to be polite and show that I paid attention to what she was writing on the board. Now I am impolite? What else am I doing that I think is nice but people don't think is? What if everyone is secretly offended by every single thing that I say even if I always want to be nice?

Now, I know now when I am older that it can be a bit tedious to have someone correct your spelling. But when you're that age, and your only experience is getting encouraged and complimented for pointing grammar mistakes out, especially by teachers, of course you don't expect a teacher to answer like that.

Needless to say, from that day on, I was always walking on eggshells with Therese. I barely dared to ask for help sometimes, in case she'd blow up in my face and call me rude for asking. But one day... I really needed help. Here is when the repressed parts come in, because I cannot remember what exactly happened, what I said or if I said something odd - all I can remember was that I didn't know what to do, tried asking for help, and she had the usual "you should know" talk, and I believe I replied something like "No, I don't know, and I would like your help". This caused her to just scream in my face. I don't remember what, I don't remember the context, but she screamed at me like I was a disruptive student, and 10 year old me felt incredibly unsettled. I just remember in that moment that I wanted to cry, because I just didn't know what I was doing wrong, and why she was so mad at me. But crying in class is literally the most embarrassing thing you can do. So, I tried to prevent the tears from coming. Therese started to have some speech to the whole class about some science stuff, and then she glanced at me, and just said out loud: "ARE YOU CRYING?! WHY?" (Because of you, bitch) I didn't want anyone to see me cry, or have any attention on me. Especially because, if you cried in this class, people bullied you for it. Seriously, I had been crying the year prior for a thing and still now some people came up to me and was like "haha remember when you CRIED?". So I replied that no, I was not crying, I just got some dirt in my eye. Therese was like "ok, can you go to the bathroom and put water on your eyes then?" and I said no. We then moved on.

But I told my parents when I got home about this, and they told me that I needed to tell Therese tomorrow that I had been feeling bad due to her. They had been hearing stories about her from me before, and knew I wasn't too fond of her. But hearing I started crying because of her made them think maybe I should communicate to her. So I did.

And surprisingly, Therese took that chill. She actually went "I understand, and I did see you were sad yesterday." But, then she added, "And by the way, back some months ago when you were correcting me on my spelling? I wasn't mad because you corrected my spelling, I was mad because you had a very grumpy tone when you said it."

I...

Ok?

It's hard for me to say. I just remember from my own POV. I recall I just told her in my normal tone of voice. Of course, if I would have turned back time and checked on myself, maybe I actually sounded like the world's grumpiest person? Also, I told this to one of my friends in class and she said that she did not find me to sound grumpy at all when this occurred. It's also like... ok, so if I had a happy-go-lucky tone of voice then it would've been ok? What counts as "grumpy" to you, Therese?

When I started fifth grade, we were moved to a new school, but all the students from our previous one still had P.E at this school. Which meant that, one time when I had been changing clothes after class, Therese came inside with the third graders, which she now was the homeroom teacher of. That was the last time I ever saw her.

Then I found out she was not allowed to teach at the school anymore. I have no idea what happened, but if she could just traumatize me from having her 3 times a week, I have no idea how she could be for the ones she had every day.

When telling these stories, I feel like they were rather tame, but it could be both because I have a distance to them now, and because I know that there were probably kids who had way worse experiences with her, especially those who had her every day. I sometimes wonder "what if she was actually pretty decent and I was just a dumb kid?" Well... if she ended up not being allowed to teach anymore, I think there was something going on with her. And even if it weren't, she had a very unstable temper that really does not fit with young children.

[ozzgin]

Random question & a little bit of story telling if you don't mind...

Did you had a crush on your teacher in the past? Because I did.

I had a crush on my math teacher when I was in high school, he was such a bitch and his teaching is just straight up ass... But he was kinda fine though ngl, that was probably my only coping mechanism to not break down, cry and walk out of the door

But me and my bsf often shipped him with our homeroom (let's call him Sir DJ, and let's call my math teacher Sir Eld)

Idk why, but him and Sir DJ probably had a little something something going on... Idk, it was just a small theory since they were both friends

AND

During one of Sir Eld's classes, Sir DJ knocked on the door and I kid you not I saw him smile, both of them were smiling at each other, and we never saw Sir Eld smile, like ever, not with other teachers or his other students...

But who knows, maybe they're just friends and I'm being delusional

-🎧anon

(Hey what was your least and most favorite subject? My least was Math, then Science, my favorite is none because school sucked ass and I had multiple breakdowns in that hellhole)

Really fitting that your coping mechanism was to crush on whoever caused your annoyance, haha. Isn’t this one way to write enemies to lovers? :)

I can’t say I had any significant teacher crush back in school. I was a little bit of a teacher’s pet, especially when it came to humanities. Additionally I have no social filter and would straight up ask for teacher gossip if I needed to know anything. So shipping wasn’t as mysteriously endearing given I could receive the truth upon inquiry.

Your dislike for math is very much relatable. Ironically enough I went for a second degree in physics and computer science and I’m clawing my way out for that Bachelor diploma :’) If my posts become scarce, know it’s because I’m battling Schrödinger equations and algebraic data types.

[ginnyrules27]

Hi Ginny! If you dont mind, I do have a question. And yes, I'm aware she's not a popular OC.

Where exactly did you get the inspiration for Natalie to begin with?

Oh Natalie...the inspiration from her was pulled from the darkest depths of hell that was middle school for me. Specifically my seventh-grade math/science/homeroom teacher.

(And yeah I don't really care if she finds it at this point, I live on a completely different coast than she does so it's not like she's going to track me down so Mrs. Merrill, if you're reading this which I doubt you are but if you are, I hope you're having the day you deserve you 'recommend an atheist attend an on-campus Christian 'tutoring' program because I 'am so comfortable talking to adults and should learn to talk to people my own age' even though the tutors would be grown adults and also we were a public school causing my mom to write to the ACLU, threaten said atheist with suspension for grading my own math homework for six months because no one would swap with me so I just gave myself 100's on my homework even though when a boy in our class did the same thing, you gave him a slap on the wrist but you claimed it was more disappointing that I did it (AKA she was pissed I'd revealed a flaw in her system since what middle schooler wouldn't give themselves higher scores in the class they were struggling in?) and then finally change my final math grade to a C instead of the B it was supposed to be that you had written on my final because you wanted to have the last laugh' tormentor of pre-teens!)

And yeah, before anyone asks, that year was the last year they allowed her to teach math at the very least.

[ivorytowerblr]

I'm going to tell this story because I think it's on theme, but to start with, I genuinely do love math and numbers even if I don't work a lot with the former. The latter, oh god, my job is numbers and scheduling now.

Back when I was in primary school, I was pretty okay at math, I thought. In Grade 6, I was one of only three people that passed math in my class of maybe twenty? We wound up with a split class while the people that had failed redid their math but had passed everything else. In Grade 7, my math teacher was abysmal. He was also our science and gym teacher, and it really showed.

He did not teach us anything. He told us to look at our books and do the assigned homework pages and when it came time to correction he'd have us gather around his desk and correct ourselves. Which means no one bothered to do the homework because it's not like he was checking it, right?

So then I switched schools, to the private schools where I spent four years and indeed graduated from. My homeroom teacher was the math teacher and, additionally, it was a fully French language school.

"Oh god," thought I, as though Catholic flavoured god was listening. "Help me, I'm no good at math."

As it turns out, this teacher was bilingual so as I sat there, panicked and completely unprepared for math, he would come to my desk and explain concepts to me in English, and my grade sharply got better. I went from barely passing to high eighties, and I even got the highest grade at one point! My confidence soared!

From that point on, if I had the opportunity to take advanced math, I did. I did really well, and even when I went back to Ontario for OAC, I took every math class it allowed me to. Math is awesome.

I think what I liked about math was the patterns. The way the numbers flowed, the repetition you could see.

When I was tutoring kids at the library, before I got my first full time job, I remember just randomly doing a 0 x 12 to 12 x 12 multiplication chart and noticing the smooth way the numbers rose. It was really neat to see.

I love math. I love numbers. I love the way it relates to science and people.

I didn't wanna derail the other post but I still wanna spread some love for my favourite subject...

Reblog if you've ever felt genuine joy or excitement from doing and/or thinking about math

[naralumi]

chilumi as... high school au!

a childe x lumine headcanon/au based on the typical high school au trope!

part of my chilumi as... series

summary: student council president lumine is in charge of the new kid, ajax. he makes her feel like she's in some teen romcom, but she's trying to play it cool. he isn't even that handsome. besides, she's like... the popular girl. why would a handsome transfer student fluster her so much?

ayaka, 7:49am: are u guys meeting me for coffee before class? <3

lumine, 7:55am: just aether, i have to get to school early. responsible for the new kids orientation. lunch together? :D

perfect grades, a good reputation, solid extra curriculars and a sensible circle of friends. it was only expected that lumine would be voted as student council president in her senior year - the campaign (which she had been dreaming about since she was a freshman) wasn't quite as exciting as she had hoped, she ran uncontested. still, her best friend ayaka had helped her make signs and got her law student older brother to proofread her speeches. it was good practice for the future, or at least, would make her college applications stand out more. she needed all the help she could get to cinch an ivy league scholarship.

the one teeny-tiny issue was that, despite how good being student council president sounded in theory, it actually took up a lot of time. she was sort of the school's own personal errand girl. maintaining her 4.0 gpa, math tutoring and volunteering alongside these new responsibilities left her negative time for herself. not even for an iced latte with aether and ayaka that morning.

"i'm here," lumine knocked on the door of the staff room, crossing the threshold as the clock struck eight, out of breath from running down the street, heavy book bag in tow. her hair was stuck to her face; she must have been an absolute sight to behold. "sorry i'm late."

"you're not late, miss young" mr porter laughed, like the very notion that lumine could be capable of such a thing was ridiculous.

"in fact, i was early." a tall boy with a cheery voice, reddish brown hair and bright blue eyes stood up. lumine hadn't even noticed him in her hurry to meet her homeroom teacher.

"you're ajax?"

"yes. ajax morozov." he smiled, reaching out to shake lumine's hand. his pale skin felt soft and warm around her own; and she stared up at him, slightly intimidated by how this guy managed to be the most handsome boy she had ever seen, and also the most adorable (she was a sucker for freckles, and he seemed to have millions of tiny ones dotted across his cheeks, sprinkled like powdered sugar).

ugh, lumie, be cool.

"i'm lumine young."

"i heard you're the student council president. and a math tutor. and you do something with... horses?"

great. "mr porter told you all about me, huh?"

"i had to boast our star student! mr morozov doesn't know anyone here, his whole family just relocated from california."

"we move a lot," ajax shrugged. "enough about that."

"you... left california... for ohio?" lumine couldn't hide the horrified look that spread across her face. "you poor thing."

"why don't you give ajax a tour while it's still quiet?"

"yes, why don't i?"

**

ajax talked a lot. not in a bad way - he had questions, he was interested in everything lumine was saying, and really seemed to want to get to know her, too, not just interested in finding out where he was allowed eat and pee. it was a little bit embarrassing, though, having to talk about how she lived on a ranch with her parents and her twin brother and had to live up to all the amazing things mr porter had told him about her. like, sure, her qualities all looked good on paper, but her haircut was kind of lopsided (she was never going to forgive aether for being distracted while trimming it last week) and her breath was bad in the morning and she had a lot of dry skin in weird places. she was not perfect. but ajax, by god, ajax was. he had to be. he looked like he just stepped out of a fairy tale. he was a prince, high royalty, handsome and wealthy and well travelled (he told her he spoke five languages fluently, which made lumine's a+ in french look meaningless) and kind. all the boys at her school were kind of jerks, so she couldn't imagine how he'd fit in with them.

lumine had never been interested in looking twice at a guy in her class, but now she couldn't tear her eyes away from ajax. so unprofessional! this was meant to be about pointing out the fire exits and giving him tips on what foods to avoid in the cafeteria, not securing a prom date before the rest of the seniors realised that there was finally a hot guy in their midst.

"i'm still quite hung up on the fact you live on a ranch. that's so...,"

"it's exactly what you expected when you moved to ohio, right?"

"yeah," he laughed. "los angeles is a different world."

"i spent the summer mucking stables and teaching kids to ride ponies. not exactly hot girl stuff, but my parents paid me well."

"you worked at horse summer camp?! you're a weird horse girl!"

"hey!" lumine punched his arm. "it's not my fault! i was born into it!"

"yeah, i know all about that."

as a comfortable silence fell, she led him to the last stop on their little orientation, which was their homeroom. "so, we have to be here by 8:45 every morning. we can chill at lunch, too, but most people just sit out or go for a drive."

ajax nodded. "got it."

"come on, there's a seat next to mine that isn't assigned yet. i'll show you."

"it's definitely under the teacher's nose, right?"

"you think you know me?" she grinned. it was actually at the very back of the classroom, hers by the window, and the one that would now be ajax's in front of it. "i prefer a view. just love staring at the parking lot."

"you can stare at the back of my head now if you get bored of cars."

"noted. can i have a look at your schedule?"

"be my guest."

they took their seats and ajax reached into his pocket. "here. do we have any classes together?"

"yup. you're taking all ap?"

"moving around a lot doesn't leave me much time to make friends, so i study instead."

"well, stick with me, then. i'll make sure you don't get lost." lumine paused for a minute, unsure if it was appropriate to pry. "any reason for all the moving?"

"it's a long story."

"we have about ten minutes before everyone piles in if you feel comfortable telling it. you don't have to, though. just curious." "oh, i don't mind at all, it's just... ugh, it's boring. i always look super mysterious when i transfer schools," he shakes his head. "but it's nothing fun. my dad is a business man and his offices keep expanding, so we travel so he can help with the set up and transition period or whatever, and then it's usually onto the next one within six months. he promised that we wouldn't leave her til i graduated considering i'm a senior now, but if duty calls... well, no big deal. i'll get my credits from wherever and finally settle down when i get into college."

"that sounds rough," lumine said, gently. "do you have any siblings?"

"yeah. three younger, none of them have started high school yet, and two older ones i haven't seen in a while. it's pretty tough on the kids, i don't mind so much, but they haven't learned to not make friends or put down roots yet."

"hm. i get you. what's the point, right?" "exactly. dad says it'll be different every time, but it never really is."

"i have a proposition for you."

"really?" ajax raised his eyebrows.

"yeah. you and me. we'll be friends. no questions asked if you disappear tomorrow. i won't cry or make you feel guilty for being a terrible bestie, so you don't have to feel bad. but if you fancy riding a horse or studying for the sats together, then i'm your girl. you can even come for coffee with me before class. me, my twin brother aether, and my best friend ayaka usually carpool to starbucks and then to school because we can't survive without iced lattes. if you're down, you're welcome."

"that... sounds great."

lumine was chuffed with herself. what a great student council president she was. now, the only job remaining was to not develop a crush on ajax morozov. getting attached would be against the rules.

lumine, 8:59am: ayaka, help. i think i like the new kid. he is so beautiful and his voice is like butter and when i talk to him i feel like im gonna THROW UP. where the hell are u two. ugh now i know how u felt when you ran into miko at the pool

[andys-control-center]

Very personal me stuff that has nothing to do with rp whatsoever so you can ignore this if you feel like I won't be upset

(If you don't want a long summary of examples skip to the big-ass tldr)

I remember when I was in Young 5's-1st Grade (5-8 yrs old), and I knew this kid who I'm gonna call Homeboy G.

Homeboy G was great! We liked the same stuff, he was aesthetically pleasing to look at, I liked his style and was naturally drawn to him (As I'm typing this I'm wondering if I had a lil bit of gender envy towards him but shhhh we can confront that later).

So, as the little kid who was raised on Disney Channel and Nickelodeon due to a mom who didn't really know what she was doing and had to leave me with various babysitters to work and provide for the two of us, I assumed that I had a crush on this kid.

When my mom told me bedtime stories, Homeboy G would be the prince who saved the princess (*gagging noises*), and I would occasionally admit my crush on him to a close friend who I knew wouldn't snitch.

Fast-forward to 2nd grade; I had moved from Michigan to Arizona due to guardianship being handed over to my grandparents, I was at a new school and very much an asshole due to the Lil Bucket of Trauma that I carried with me at all times. I met this kid, who's real name was Richard (1. I say this because his nickname was different and I'm not sharing that because Richard is common and 2. His mom is my math teacher rn so thank Hodur she doesn't know what Tumblr is).

Richard was...alright? He was smart, looked alright, so little me looked at him and went "Yep that one". I even wrote a cringe love poem to him (I started young folks), which I don't remember the contents but ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww--

I was so dramatic about it, it was insaneee. He knew I had a crush on him, the whole class knew I had a crush on him, and I'm pretty sure the teacher had an idea of it too.

3rd grade: A dude named Jacob! He was a dick to his little brother, I have no clue what I was thinking

Skipping over 4th-7th grade, because I skipped 4th grade like the smart cookie I was (where did those brain cells go???) and the other grades had no crush-related incidents.

8th grade? It was this girl named Carly. Her name isn't actually Carly, cuz you can see a pattern where I only keep the most common-ass names honest and change the rarer ones, and also Carly was my shitty abusive ex-aunt so HAH SUCK ON THAT CARLY AND "CARLY"--

My crush on Carly developed from the beginning of the year since she was in my homeroom (homeroom is the first class of the day for my British friends, it was science for me) and my orchestra class.

Now Carly? She was an 8.5 out of 10. She was my eye-candy in both classes, I'd be staring at her like there was no tomorrow (except for when someone might notice). I started documenting my progress with potentially romancing her, and I got nervous when I realized that I didn't know if she liked girls or not.

Then I realized I was trans, and I went "Whelp problem solved"

My desperation to win Carly over stuck throughout the entire year, one time I cried because she snapped at me (not in front of her thank god, my grandmother had to deal with that).

AND THEN my best friend dmed me.

They told me about how another friend of ours and someone else would constantly go at them for being the first chair in the first violins (talented best friend <3<3<3), and how these two would say that MY bff didn't deserve their spot.

Who was the second person?

Fucking. Carly.

The moment I found out, I lost all interest in Carly. No more trying to get to know her or impress her, I didn't even TRY to get her side of the story (mostly because my BFF is the most honest person I know, they've only ever told white lies, and they definitely would ruin my view of someone I like unless the claims were legitimate), I just...dropped her instantly.

TL;DR - I was very weird and shallow about the people I liked.

For a few years, I've been dancing around the answer as to why. I thought I was asexual for a while, and then realized after a dream I am NOT going into that nope, I'm definitely sexually attracted to people, which was how I found the label of Bisexual that I still claim with pride to this day.

And to past me; A little confused, but you got the spirit.

It wasn't the sexual attraction I was missing, it was the romantic attraction.

I've been dancing along the line for a few years, sometimes going "yeah probably" and sometimes going "NO"

The only person I've ever told was my grandmother, and if you guys know anything about her then you know that she didn't take it well. Because she didn't.

She cried, was so scared that I'd never be happy and never find my soulmate and blehblehbleh.

Other than her? Not a soul.

But I've thought it over a lot, and a Youtuber who I used to watch as a tiny gremlin (Spoiler alert: It's JaidenAnimations) came out as aroace, and she talked about her experiences with being aro, and I realized that I Am Aromantic.

And I don't wanna hide anymore.

I was never into Homeboy G, or Richard, or Jacob or Carly. I was just into the idea of being with them. I had romance shoved into my brain since I was a little kid, due to being raised by a TV, and I thought that it was the most important thing on the planet, that I'd be unwhole without it.

And clearly, people around me feel that way too.

I thought romance was more of a promise (which it is) than an actual feeling. I thought it would happen to me eventually. I thought it was this great final puzzle piece to my being, and that maybe if I had a s/o I'd be less empty, less depressed, less dysphoric.

It doesn't work that way.

Am I shunning all possibility of a romantic relationship? No, I think I have the potential to be in one and actually enjoy it, I just have a rare view on what romance actually is that other people don't quite get. Aromanticism, like many things, is a spectrum. I also fall on the spectrum.

And the ironic thing is that realizing that I'm aro, I feel like the hole's been filled. I don't need a s/o to make my life complete, all I need is to be accepting of myself, and to be accepted by the people I find most important.

(P.S. When I say I don't have romantic attraction for people I am NOT including Vision from the MCU if he pulled out a ring I'd be putting it on my finger IMMEDIATELY--)

Also look at this neat sticker I ordered for my laptop. It's so neat dude--

Fin

[drorey]

hey. hey being openly queer is an act of rebellion, even in spaces where you are already accepted and respected.

In middle school, I stayed in the closet when it came to me being trans, and I, honest to god, forgot I was out as bisexual, it just seemed so casual to me.

up until a girl I talked to maybe once before came up to me and, when it was just us alone, whispered in a small voice "I think I like girls".

after this summer break, we are starting our last year of high school. we don't talk often, but I sometimes see her in the hallways. she's out and proud.

around the half of our first year in high school, I finally came out as trans. I just...couldn't hold it anymore. It wasn't a big deal, I just took five minutes in front of my homeroom class and said "hey, I'm transgender, my pronouns are he\they, this is the new name I use" and that was it.

around two weeks after that, a boy I had never spoken to before in my life started walking by my side when I was existing school, and in the quietest, smallest voice I've ever heard, after asking if he can tell me something, he just said "I'm gay" and practically ran away right after, before I had time to even respond.

later, we started talking more, later, I learned I was the first person he ever came out to.

I had the luck of being able to come out in a place where I am accepted and respected, where teachers and students use the right name and pronouns for me, and still, by being openly queer other queer people saw me and marked me as a safe person to talk to, to be around.

one time a cishet classmate of mine called me in the middle of a math class he wasn't in (we were in different levels at the time) and frantically asked me how you properly react to someone coming out, because one of his best friends just came out to him right now and he wanted to know how to be supportive.

he felt safe and willing to ask me for advice. that made me really happy.

even if you have the privilege of coming out in a place where you are safe, being queer is still an act of rebellion, it's still showing other people that they can be happy.

and if you don't have that luck, if you are openly queer in a place that tries to reject that, think about how much you just living your life means to closeted people around you. think about how just by openly being you, you give other people hope, you show them they can be happy.

[saturnaftertaste]

feeling ☆☆☆☆☆ !!!!! need to speak before I collapse of joy

soooooo this was basically our last actual week of highschool before finals and we do come back for a week in person for revision but the vibes will all be Off so this week was basically the last week

it's been magical start to finish not gonna lie I mean movie magic magical, like I don't know when my life turned into a end-of-highschool montage but it sure did and oh boy I am going to miss everything and everyone so much and I can't believe it's all coming to an end but also this year has been off the charts incredible♡♡♡♡♡...all the senior jacket photos and making fun of our teachers and bunking class to hide in the art room and staying back to finish projects when the school is all quiet and empty♡...last week we had our last international day and we had food and everyone was dressed up to the nines and we did shots of south african orange juice and stuffed our faces with biryani and danced to a very loud very traditional dhol...this week we took too many photos in our senior jackets, in the corridors and in the classrooms and in between classes (we caught a teacher in one of them by accident he looked so confused god bless) and placing bets on how late our math teacher was gonna show up, and playing something in the way outloud to prove we weren't losing our minds in the cinema, and I helped out with a promposal between my best friends!!!!! it was the sweetest thing ever...gave me diabetes...and our whole grade had a Senior Moment yesterday when one guy got his guitar and started playing songs in the common room, but it wasn't really going anywhere because he kept playing songs that no one knew the words to so then I stole (borrowed with permission) his guitar and played riptide while my singer friend lead the entire grade in singing ♡ took selfies in every lesson to caption them as the last class of whatever and we all looked ☆☆☆☆☆ ...and today was grad photos!!! curled my hair and did my makeup and we brought straighteners to school, bathroom was full of girls fixing their hair and makeup and taking selfies and we took so many photos before after and while everything was happening!!! no classes were attended this day but I managed to convince my friend of our chillis agenda with the power of a kiss on the cheek and they agreed right there and then it was the funniest thing omg!!! and then when we went back to our homerooms and OUR FRIEND PROMPOSED TO OUR OTHER FRIEND and it was the most adorable thing I ever did see, they are LITERALLY the cutest couple ever (and if I can find a way to rig the system for prom king and queen to vote for them I Will Do It) and then had a karaoke jam session and a mini concert ft. my guitar player friend and guitar boy from yesterday, we are young must have been played what 2000000 times? did karaoke to hot n cold and 22 (classics) had our flashlights on, doing the stars-in-the-crowd thing!! guitar boy tried (unsuccessfully) to get the whole year group to jam again, didn't exactly work out but then we walked to the train station in the heat and ended up at the mall and ate lunch just vibing at chillis...gave my friend that kiss on the cheek I owed them and then another just for fun and they got really flustered (???) ...got tim hortons beloved...came home soon after and it hit me that this is our last year of highschool and we're never going to have this again but honestly it was perfect the first time around and I literally would not have it any other way ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[thoughtsfromthewindowsill]

I've said this before, but man the more I hear other Americans talk about their high school experiences the more I realize how not typical my high school was & the more thankful I am for that (and to my mom for going into debt to keep us in that school district)

Like, we jokingly called it "hippie high school" but a lot of it was exactly the sorts of things you're talking about here.

I admit we had the advantage of being pretty small; my graduating class was about 240 & the entire school (all four grades, faculty, & staff) was only about a thousand while I was there. I had electives where the total class size was 12 more than once over the years.

That said, it really was the philosophy & attitude that made the difference. The whole idea behind the way the school - a public school, the one we went to by default, btw - was that we were all people deserving of respect, regardless of age or relative position of authority. To that end:

we didn't have bells, we just knew class times like in college

we could wear what we wanted, within reason (you had to be 'decent' & nothing that was promoting drugs, explicit, or offensive but people could wear short shorts, tube tops, hats, hoods up, ankle-length puffer coats the whole day, etc and nobody cared. Dude wore a skirt to class in 2008 and was disappointed because nobody questioned it & it ruined the statement he was trying to make)

you didn't have to ask or get a pass to go to the bathroom (you just had to turn in tests before you left if we were testing)

we were allowed to eat or chew gum during class as long as we weren't disruptive

You could eat lunch wherever - inside or outside, anywhere that wasn't carpeted or the computer lab - and as long as you weren't under some disciplinary condition & got back in time for your next class, you could go off-campus to eat/get food during lunch period (or advisory -a midday group of 12-20 we attended either right before or right after lunch instead of having a homeroom- if your advisory was doing a pizza day or something)

Everybody used first names. I don't even remember some of my teachers' surnames & I'm pretty sure I never even heard some of the staff's; the only time we used last names was to distinguish between people with the same first name or a few of the science teachers (idk it was only science teachers) got referred to by last name the way bros use each other's last names as their only names

Basically, they expected us to be responsible people & make good decisions, and for the most part we lived up to that.

Fun fact: I thought cliques were made up/super exaggerated for movies until I got to college because, yeah, people had their friend groups they hung out with, but everyone got along decently & if we had to work on a project or do something as an advisory it was fine. There was always going to be some cattiness & the like because we were teens and because some personalities just clash, but it was by no means widespread & we had people who did both sports & theater, sports & robotics, or other unusual extracurricular combos without anyone batting an eye. (None of us really got what the big deal was in Highschool Musical when it came out because of course a basketball player can be in the musical if he wants & his schedule works?)

The environment also meant teachers stuck around because the environment was good; my year was the same age as the school (iirc my best friend was born right around the first day of school ever held at that high school) & some of our teachers had been working there since day 1. I think the fact we did team teaching also helped there (ie if you had teacher A for math you by extension also had teacher B for English, C for Social Studies, & D for science; they were a unit & there were three units per grade).

We also had a real say in things as students. We didn't have a student council, we had Community Council which had students, faculty, administrators, & community members (usually parents) on it & made real actual decisions on how the school was run. We elected our student reps & we expected them to govern reasonably; I can recall one time we strongly disagreed with one of their decisions & the result was a grade-wide assembly to hold a forum where they could explain why they'd made it & we could voice our grievances and ultimately come to an equitable solution.

I don't know how to get a school to that point - mine was started that way as part of the, now defunct, Coalition for Essential Schools - but man do I wish more people had the sort of school experience I did. I was a fat, neurodivergent, ace, introvert with few close friends who was significantly poorer than nearly everyone I went to school with, but I can honestly say I enjoyed much of my time in high school. That shouldn't be as unusual as it clearly is.

God, sometimes I think about anti-bullying campaigns and how functionally useless they are against the root of the problem, and how sometimes they make things worse.

[big-zube]

i had a dream i was a freshman in college and i had no idea what i was doing but there were three dudes who were really nice to me and helped me stay on my feet (one of them was named rhett or brett but i can't remember which)-

1. tall pretty black boy i met while i was at a.. swimming class i think?? he said he knew me from high school

2. short, longish dark hair and stubble, ethnically ambiguous, glasses, dressed sorta business casual, major in computer engineering, couple years older than me and seemed to have his shit together and was really lovely and patient and never acted like i was wasting his time when i needed help, in fact the whole engineering class kinda banded together for me and we were a really good pair because he was strong in the places i struggled with (eg organization, professionalism, being good at math) and was really chill and smart and i MISS HIM

and then one other guy who i can't remember any details about but we were in the same homeroom (i don't think there's homeroom in college but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense) which happened to take place inside a very large bus that drove itself to the other side of campus which was miles away in the afternoon so we could get to our classes over there. i did not know this and i had put my very expensive prescription glasses that i can't see without on top of the bus for convenience because i couldn't find a space to put them inside.. getting off topic perhaps lol i think it turned out fine miraculously and whatshisface #3 showed me a lil secret compartment to put them in later and we just generally got along and complained about our teacher together and stuff

other things i remember-

hagrid and my old band director were the ones supervising swim class. the pool had only three lanes and was not more than 15 meters long. the class way too easy because i already swim competitively so i wanted to start a proper swim team, but it wasn't allowed so me and a couple other girls planned a secret practice that was to take place at 3am (not my decision)

homeroom teacher said something so infuriating about- about- idk rules and i'm like "well what about-?" and she's like "well you'll just have to-" and i had a cup of red koolaid in my hand and i fully dumped it on my own head and said "i'll do what i want" and left the room

after that, i was going to go to the pool and go for a swim (partly to get the koolaid off and partly because i love swimming) and then go to the main office and tell them i fell in so i could get new clothes

unfortunately for me, the pool was drained for the comp engineering class because their classroom didn't have enough space for everyone to work, so they had a guy just sprawled out at the bottom of this hole with his laptop and stuff

bathroom had a lock but there was a giant doorway next to the first doorway wide open. a few old ladies came in while i was doing my business and one in particular was really especially creepy and way too interested in the fact that i was on my period

class on the other end of campus didn't seem to have anyone in charge and mostly involved interacting with monkeys which was quite fun

i could not for the life of me figure out when or where or how long lunch was which made me mad

[bloustorm]

Fucking tag limit....

Going to continue were i left of I'm remembering so much shit

Anyway that fire alarm escape thing idk was broke and gone for several years

Years! That's like a thing we must have, also with it gone the room was always open, there is no way to close it. (fun fact last year teavhers decided that like the older kids could use it as a breakroom??) the room sith the way to the fire escape and the one window that opens all the way up was always open

My school has like 4 floors and the tiniest room id on the fourth (ground level + 4)guess which room was used for my class for 3 (?) years? We had to walk all the fucking stairs all the time

That was hell

Then the new building was finally build (yay) and we switched over for like 2 years before going back to the old cold one that's like from 1800 smth

Big stone brick building

The wifi is so weird

GUESS WHAT THE SCHOOL PROMISED US BUT NEVER GAVE? ALSO IT WAS JUST MY GRADE THAT NEVER GOT THE PASSWORD

And now we don't even have that because smth smth idk, just one rooter for everything now

Thus we don't het the password because we would overload it

Most of my phones memory is used for school shit because we need to keep downloading shit because the teachers are so incompetent

(like they have a list with things we'll do that they constantly update so we have to redownload it to be up to date. And they don't delete like 6 weeks ago, no you hsve shit from 6 weeks ago and 6 weeks into the future that is empty. And by the next week you need to download it again agh)

Wow i have a lot more to say than planned, I'm really sorry pocket

Omg also pe, like we have like 3 gyms? Technically 4? because one is so big its 2 (and like you can split it with a banner?) and like all but one are so new because they all belong to the new building. (the old one is real shit like it gets hot so fast and it smells and you have literally no equipment in it it just sucks) anyway. We have fucking sheduling problems becaude aparently other schools can use them as well so our school had problems giving their kids this class

It's better noe but damn was it shit after the 3rd one was done

Like yeah cool that we have so many... But like we aren't even that many students... It could be done otherwise (also sucks but i have pe mondays now (and every other Wednesday) and it's always so fucking late, like sure i want school to end at 5pm with pe exactly what i want) also we do have showers but nobody ever uses them at all, because they are so bad there

Printers regularly break, or teachers just walking out of class because they still need to print shit, that one teavher who's class was just 40% him going to print shit out each time (maybe more?)

Classes with like 28 kids while the same subject with a dif tech at a dif time only has like 7 or 12 (i am so fucking lucky i am in both of the empty ones) classes that should have been split to create teo because the subject is really important and with that many people it's hard to teach but we only have 1 teacher

No physics after a cerrain grade because we have no teacher for it :c

Problems with qualifications in general

Every year getting a new twacher for class because smth happened and/or a new 2nd homeroom teacher (my class constantly switched 2nd teacher some even didn't last a year which sucked ass esp because it was always promised they would stay) some classes had 5 different math teachers, we had like 5 different english ones and 3 different math teachers? Idk just... We just keep switching teachers...

I think I'm going to stop here because this got long enough

Once again sorry pocket

some snippets from my highschool/university experience. to add to your hell school au if deemed funny enough.

drama class and only drama class had cake day on friday mornings. there was a contest between two girls about who could make the prettiest shit, and one person who was just making shit like macaroons and crepe cakes constantly. (it was me. i was that guy.)

public school but the film teacher was religious so we did a whole unit about jesus symbolism in the matrix

my maths teacher was on a dating show and no one agreed to go on a date with him. totally rejected.

a real actual exam i took had a question about the genome and one of the answers was hot dog.

every exam has an announcement like "due to a type error, question 10 will not be marked." or "please turn to page 12 and change the 10 to a 100"

university didnt want to buy lab supplies so we used toothpicks for Important Lab Work

student took a practical exam with a torn ligament rather than take the deferred exam (also me. it was purple and the size of a small mellon)

exactly one good vending machine on campus and it was specifically inside the rooms only 3rd years from one degree could enter.

Our vending machine is hidden locked up in one of the ESL speech counselor's office so yeah that seems legit and like UA

Your drama class sounds awesome though I love macarons and crepe cakes, time to get some fun competitive rivalry to the students.... Monoma and Bakugo getting up in arms about the USJ and public perception is dumb. Now two teenage boys trying to outdo each other's cooking in Friday club hour, and occasionally escalating to physical violence, now that's realism!

Hey, the first fight of this school year broke it because two teens had been playing basketball at lunch in their free time and one got mad at the other for not taking it as seriously as them. Not cheating or anything just. Not taking it as seriously.

Kaminari has repeatedly failed math tests because he accidentally changed 10 to 100 on the wrong question, or didn't hear which one to skip and wasted time on it to not get to the other ones that were marked. Every time Ectoplasm sighs and let's him redo it without a grade penalty, because the kids weren't exactly set up for success with that format, but still, it's extra work and he's exhausted

Student who took an exam with a- Ham that's,,, that's Izuku. Why are you actually Izuku -

The toothpicks is too real though lol you know Nedzu changed "art class" to "modern hero art history" so Midnight could just lecture on historical at pieces and he wouldn't have to buy actual expensive art supplies for the class... But man not even for your lab? Yikes