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idonthaveanaccent · 4 years ago

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It’s been a while

Hello everyone, it’s been months since I last posted anything on here. I don’t know if I still want to post anything on tumblr, but I figured I should use the platform I gained a little at least.

I’ve changed a lot and I like to think my writing has improved since creating this blog at 14/15. I’ve included the first chapter of a story I’m writing. I’ve included a link to it, it is available on wattpad.

The Immortal and the Cursed

Who knows if I’ll ever post anything again...college was shit so I’m no longer in school for this semester so I have a lot more free time and plan on working on writing more and hopefully one day publishing my stories.

I hope you all have a good day.

Seattle, 2018

"AND SO, THE WAR of 1812 was significant to America as it helped to..."

I watched as the class remained silent, their lifeless eyes staring at me with hollowed expressions. A sigh escaped me as I ran a hand across my forehead. As per usual, my class was basically dead. This was what my on-level history class looked like. My eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Derrick, a kid who was busy whispering to his friend about something. I was going to relish this moment. "Derrick?"

The kid jumped in his seat before looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. "Yes, Mr. Herwy?"

"Can you answer my question?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Derrick muttered something under his breath as he looked around. "Uh— What was it again, sir?"

A few people snickered, but I quickly cut them off with my hand. "How did the War Of 1812 impact America?"

The boy frowned as he began to think. I watched the gears turn inside his head before he looked up. "It made lots of people die?"

I nodded. "That's one impact. But what I want to know is long term impacts. There's one big one that I think we should really focus on. Think of today's world and think of the people we fought during the war. What changed between then and now?"

Now everyone was thinking. I knew I had mentioned it. I did, didn't I? Honestly, couldn't tell anymore if I had said something or if I had forgotten to mention it entirely. Derrick frowned, rubbing his chin. Suddenly, a voice from the back piped up. "Canada."

Everyone turned their attention to Cera, a young and timid girl. Her voice immediately paled as she saw all the attention. "What was that, Cera?" I asked.

Her face flushed as she looked down at her hands. "Our relation—relationship with Canada changed."

"Thank you, Cera! That is a perfect example!" I shot up from the desk I had been perched on. The entire class jumped at my sudden burst. I didn't care, though. My passion for history overtook everything. "Before the War of 1812, Canada and the US were simply just neighbors. They didn't like one another, especially since Canada was still under the control of England. After the war, the US and Canada made a treaty that is still lasting to today. It is the longest standing peaceful border in the history of the world. We have never fought against Canada since."

I saw a few students scribble down what I said before I changed the slide. "Another very important part of the War of 1812 was—"

••••

THE SMELL OF RANCID lunch meat made me gag. Thankfully I didn't have to sit in the cafeteria. However, I needed to talk to a teacher that was on duty here. Due to budget cuts, Maryanne had to watch the high schoolers in order to keep things safe.

My eyes scanned a table populated by giggling teenagers. I grimaced. My stomach rolled in physical pain at the sight of the 'meat' and 'food'. It had gotten really bad in my entire existence.

I immediately remembered hunting and killing my food way back in the day. My chest tightened. Maybe I didn't miss those days as much. It was always a fight for survival, one more intense than todays. In today's world I could drive down the street and pull into one of the fast food places for a quick bite to eat. I could stop by any gas station and buy a water or a bag of chips. While it was less healthy than the past, it made things more convenient.

My mind wandered to my old friends. They would've loved this.

Immediately my mood soured. I couldn't indulge in such thoughts. My attention went back to the task at hand. Finding Maryanne to ask her about a lesson plan.

I was tasked with teaching her class during fifth period because she had to help set up the assembly the school was having during sixth. I don't know how she managed a wild group of history students while also being the student council teacher. I was barely able to hold these rug rats at bay in my classes, and yet she taught two different types of kids.

Dividing these students into types made it easier for me to identify the most likely reaction they would have to something. There were the charismatic popular kids, the popular for some reason kids, the average kid who was smart, the average kid with average grades, the failing kid who was smart, the failing kid who was not smart, and late but not least, the delinquents. Of course, there were sub groups as well, but I didn't have time to list all of them in my head.

I had just found Maryanne.

The petite woman looked like the super sweet Hispanic neighbor that those kids in movies always have who shower them with delicious food. Maryanne was that woman. She couldn't bake or cook in general, but otherwise she was really sweet. I towered over her, but most times people couldn't tell the difference between me and a student.

My chest tightened. I would forever look like a teenager. It made going to bars really difficult. It also made it real awkward when a parent came in and asked where Mr. Herwy was. I once had a parent ask me if my dad was out at the moment, and another time one of my student's sister hit on me. Awkward.

"Maryanne! Mrs. Garcia!" I called, waving at her.

The woman looked to me and then smiled. "Lawrence! How can I help you?"

"I need your lesson plans. Where did you put them?" I asked, stopping in front of her.

"I believe they are in the second drawer on my desk. If not, then just know they are learning about the Salem Witch Trials."

I felt my throat dry up. "You're that behind?" I croaked.

Maryanne nodded. "As an AP teacher we go more in depth. That means we spend more time on events."

I tried not to take offense to that. I didn't want to go through and learn how to teach AP kids. Plus, it was way harder to grade them and such. Ick. "Well, it's a good thing colonial America is kind of my thing."

"That's why I wanted you to teach them. I think they'll like you, Lawrence." Maryanne winked at me, a grin spreading on her face. "Oh, by the way, there is a new student too, so just keep a good face on and all that jazz."

I nodded, giving the needy woman a soft smile. "Will do. I will see you later. You owe me!" I called after her as I walked away.

Maryanne laughed as I walked off. My mind then ran off to the task at hand. I had to teach the Salem Witch Trials.

I rubbed my neck, my face darkening. History was my thing, but there were certain events I did not like to talk about. Whenever it was time to talk about be witch trials, I typically briefly talked about them. However, if I were to just gloss over it, Maryanne wouldn't be happy. Something twisted within my gut. I immediately tumbled into the nearest teacher's bathroom. My legs gave out in front of the toilet. It was just in time to as all the contents of my delectable lunch spilled into the bowl. A groan escaped me as I leaned back, pressing my back against the wall.

Dammit.

After making sure I was not going to throw up again, I stood up and made sure to clean any evidence of my episode up. I knew it had to do with thoughts of the trials, but that couldn't be helped. After years of it still haunting me and talking to a few people about it without giving away too many details, it was determined I had PTSD. It wasn't hard to imagine that I did, especially since that was the most horrific time of my life.

My neck ached once more, and I rubbed it as I walked out of the bathroom. The next ask for me was getting a mint because I could taste the vomit in my mouth. My mind immediately went to Miss Robinson, the lady at the front desk. She had a huge bowl of mints and I would need some of them.

By the time I reached the desk and had grabbed a handful of them, lunch was almost over. "Lawrence, did you eat some tuna or something?"

I looked down at the young woman and gave her a dazzling smile. "Yep. I have to teach Maryanne's kids too so I gotta make a good impression."

My stomach rolled hazardously as she laughed. "Good luck. I heard fifth hour is full of the self-centered kids that everyone loves."

I muttered a few obscenities, which only furthered her hysterical state. "Goodbye, Miss Robinson."

"It's Emma, Lawrence!" The young woman said as I walked off, a bright red flushing over her cheeks.

While I was flattered that she was into me, I knew that nothing would come from it. I couldn't afford to hand my heart out to anyone. That would only lead to yet another crack. I don't know how many more I could endure before my heart shattered.

I barely made it to Maryanne's room before the bell that ended B lunch and started fifth hour began. I quickly went to her desk and found the lesson plans. My eyes skimmed the paper before I heard people begin to come into the room. I glanced up and saw students walking in. When they noticed me, they immediately began to whisper amongst themselves. I sighed before continuing to read this paper full of retched memories for me.

By the time the bell that signaled class was starting rang, I had managed to quell any nausea threatening to break way. I looked up at all the students talking. I picked up the roster sheet and then looked down. I adjusted my glasses before clearing my throat. "Okay then."

Everyone looked at me. I saw a girl looking at me with a confused glint in her eyes. She was probably the new kid. "So, I'm Mr., Herwy, one of the other history teachers here. Mary— Mrs. Garcia is busy setting up the assembly for next hour, so I'll be filling in. Let's do roll first, okay? Uh— Marcus Alcantara?"

I watched a boy in the back nod to me as I raised his hand. "Here."

And so, I continued down the list, butchering a few names. It's not my fault I can't read every single name these kids have. I speak five languages and yet none of those names were ones I could speak. It's honestly stupid. People these days were so strange. "Did I get everyone?" I asked after marking down everyone who was absent.

The one girl raised her hand. "And what's your name?"

"Lavern Yeller."

I stiffened at the name but smiled nonetheless. "Are you the new student Mrs. Garcia told me about?"

Lavern nodded, her face flushed red. I chuckled before writing her name down. "Perfect. Who wants to take this to the office?"

After handing it to someone, I began to lesson. "Today we will be talking about the Salem Witch Trials. Who here knows what they were and why they happened?"

Some kid whose name was Kyle raised his hand. I pointed at him as I took a seat on a table near the Smartboard. "So, the Salem Witch Trials was an event in which people were executed for being witches, and they happened because of hysteria or some form of it."

"Yes. There're other theories that perhaps disease and boredom also played a part, as well as a want for power. Other than that, that is basically what happened. A group of 22 people were executed because they were thought of as witches or warlocks. Warlocks being male. Now, Salem was a Puritan colony. Can someone explain a Puritan to me?" I adjusted my glasses again, my stomach churning.

A young girl whose name was Hannah raised her hand. Kyle did as well, but I called on her instead. She gave Kyle a pointed look score looking at me, batting her eyelashes. "The Puritans were a group who came from England because they believed that the church was corrupt, and so they wanted to come to America to make their own, better version."

"Very good, Hannah." Her face flushed red and she winked at me. I kept my face as neutral as possible. She was a teenager, she had to know flirting with me was illegal. "Puritans followed the Bible to a T because they saw it as the exact word of God. They also believed in predestination, so no matter what they did, they were either going to heaven or damned to hell for all eternity. Now, one thing they did think would automatically damn you was becoming a 'Devil's Agent'."

I watched as thy began to write down what I was saying. "They believed that when a person made a deal with Satan, they became a witch or warlock. There were tell-tale signs of them being one too. If they were unable to speak the Lord's Prayer or if they were able to hold a rifle, with their arm extended and their finger in the barrel, they could be a witch or warlock. They also checked for any physical flaws, such as a skin tag. They called them 'witch's tit', and so the person might be sent to the gallows.

"Now, of course, finding proof of actual witchcraft is impossible. However, people would often fake being possessed by demons in the witch's presence or fake symptoms of curses to better sell the witch. The people who started the witch trials are two young girls named Betty Parris, who was only nine, and then her cousin Abigail Williams who was eleven. They talk to a slave named Tituba for advice on their future husbands. After telling their fortune using a West Indian ritual, the girls began to act erratically. They identified Tituba and two other women as witches."

I watched as they continued to write. I took this chance to begin writing down every person executed. My stomach rolled, and a sick feeling began spreading across my spine. As I wrote my name, memories of the rope tightening around my neck flooded through me. I bit my lip, trying to focus on anything but that. If I blacked out now—

"Mr. Herwy, why is your name up there? I mean, your name is Lawrence, right?"

"It's a strange coincidence, isn't it? But no, me and his Lawrence are not the same. He was barely nineteen when he was executed. Hung. Poor kid. Anyways, let me get into some of these people and why they were accused—"

A strange feeling suddenly filled my body. I immediately felt dizzy. The next thing I knew, the ground was rapidly approaching me. I could hear people calling my name as I fell forward. The feeling simply spread, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

As soon as I realized exactly why I had collapsed, my head hit something hard. A desk, I think.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. As everything turned black, I came to the realization of where this horrific event had just taken place.

Salem.

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feministofthemillenium · 5 years ago

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(CW: Rape mentions)

"Don't wear that. You're distracting the boys from learning."

Girls are still told this in school, usually high school, and it's a terrible thing. Even if they wear it during the summer, in a school that's hot as hell, they're still told off for wearing short shorts or mini-skirts or tank tops. Hell, girls have been told off for wearing makeup. High schoolers, regardless of gender, are still relatively impressionable. Do you know what you're really saying when you tell them that? "You need to focus on what you wear, not your education."

Correct me if I'm wrong, but a lot of us girls don't wear these things to attract boys. We usually wear them because it makes us feel good about ourselves or because it gets too hot in the summer. And yet, there’s still this idea that girls wear clothing that is considered scandalous to attract boys.

However it’s not just high school girls who are being told what not to wear. There are examples of girls are young as ten or eleven years old being told exactly that. Just over a year ago, a 5th grade girl started a petition against her school’s dress code calling leggings a “distraction” after a friend in sixth grade told her she was sent to the office for wearing leggings to school. As controversial as she may be, Tana Mongeau has told a story in relation to this topic. As a fifth grader, she got a makeup/eye shadow pallet for Christmas and wore it to school on the day she came back because she wanted to wear it, because she felt good about it. Her principal pulled her out of class and told her to wash it off and not wear it to school because she was distracting the boys, at one point saying that she looked like a harlot while wearing it. A fifth grader shouldn’t be told that what they wear makes them look like a prostitute. High schoolers are still impressionable, so imagine how much psychological damage it can do to a 10 or 11 year old girl.

Does this happen to guys? I don’t know. Maybe once in a blue moon it does. But more often, it’s girls that are told that their clothing is distracting the boys. You can say “This doesn’t happen. It’s the twenty-first century,” but you can’t deny the facts; all too often it does. About 3 years ago, a middle school held an all-girls assembly. During said assembly, one of the teachers “explained to the school’s girls that when they don’t comply with the school’s dress code, they are distracting the boys from being able to learn. She said that when they wear short skirts, the boys hide under the stairs to look up them (Valley News).” These girls were 12-14 years old, an age range that is still very impressionable. How could anyone think that blaming girls, let alone school-aged girls, for what they wear because it “distracts boys” is okay?

And don’t think it’s just teachers. Because this idea is so wide-spread, it has the potential to influence the minds of students. At a high school in Canada, there was a postcard in the girls’ bathroom that read:

"When you interrupt a girl's school day to force her to change clothes, or send her home because her shorts are too short or her bra straps are visible, you are telling her that making sure boys have a 'distraction free' learning environment is more important than her education. Instead of shaming girls for their bodies teach boys that girls are not sexual objects!!! (Orenstein).”

And when a group of boys heard about it, they posted this as a response:

"When you wear little to no clothing and dress provocatively because it's 'too hot out' or because you think it's 'attractive,' you are putting boys at risk of having a distracting working environment and saying, 'your clothing is more important than their education.' Instead of dressing like a THOT, value the male education and dress conservatively (Orenstein).”

Even if you don’t call yourself a feminist, which is a decision I respect, and/or you believe that feminism isn’t needed anymore, which I feel is a misguided belief, I do hope that you can realize just how messed up that is. Telling girls that a boys’ education is more important than their OWN education, as I’ve stated quite a bit in this post, is psychologically damaging.

The problem here isn’t the clothing. If it were, then boys would be dress-coded for tank tops. The true problem lies in the sexualization of the female body. “If a guy wore a sleeveless shirt or shorts to class, his fellow classmates would shockingly still manage to learn because his body is not a distraction as it belongs to him and isn't seem as a COMMODITY (Orenstein).”

Is there sexualization of male bodies? Of course. It’s in the media quite a bit. But it doesn’t start in schools. It doesn’t start as young as elementary school.

So then what happens to it out of school? This is where rape culture comes in. When a woman is raped, one of the most common questions asked is “What was she wearing?” It’s because this idea that girls MUST be responsible for the boys’ focus become so deeply implemented in our minds. Society, as a whole, tends to believe that, if she was wearing “scandalous” clothing, then she was obviously “asking for it.” However there may also be a psychological reason for this and other forms of victim blaming, which I’ll discuss in a future post.

But it doesn’t just end at girls in general. Race plays an issue in it as well.

“Almost 70 percent of school dress codes in DC, for example, prevent students from wearing cultural items like headwraps and scarves unless they are for religious purposes. In other parts of the country, dress codes ban black students from wearing hair extensions, certain hairstyles like locs and braids, or even their naturally textured hair.

“The report also points out that dress codes often contain highly subjective language saying that students should avoid clothing that is too “tight” or “revealing.” This may make it easier for girls with curvier bodies to be arbitrarily punished for wearing the same thing as a smaller classmate.

“Many dress codes provide the opportunity for adults to police the bodies of Black girls,” Monique Morris, author of Pushout: The Criminalization of Black Girls in Schools, told me in an email. This is often based on stereotypes that black girls are more sexual and less feminine than girls of other races, she adds (Lockhart).”

Statistically, women of color are also more likely to be raped than white women.

Unfortunately, this is merely a small sample of incidents. Whether or not you identify as a feminist or believe we still need feminism, I don’t understand how anyone can look at stories like this and still think that this isn’t a problem.

Sources:

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/high-school-boys-told-girls-152650775.html

https://www.today.com/style/5th-grader-fights-school-district-s-leggings-policy-it-shames-t119366

https://vtdigger.org/2016/05/04/woodstocks-girls-only-dress-code-assembly-prompts-backlash/

https://www.vox.com/identities/2018/4/26/17274996/dress-codes-uniforms-black-girls-race-school-discipline-disparity

#cw rape culture #cw rape mention #sexism #dress code #girls being shamed for their clothing #feminism #feminist

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haveaseat-donteat-allthemeat · 4 years ago

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Personal experience

Brain storm:

When I started this project I did not know what to write on. I figured the easiest thing was to Google “What food products were made in Canada?” I encountered Peanut Butter, Kraft Dinner, poutine etc. If we are being honest, I did not know where to start because I did not have a topic nor did I know what I was truly interested in. How did I think of rationing as a research topic? I did not. My friend recommended I research on food rationing during the World wars. Without a question I started to conduct research but soon after (literally one day into researching) I wanted to give up. It was difficult finding secondary sources. For the first time, I had no problem finding primary sources but secondary sources was a head scratcher. I struggled to find sources the day the proposal was due and no, this was not last minute. I started researching as soon as the book review assignment was handed in. Nonetheless, the proposal was handed in time with enough sources.

Writing it:

This was also another stress session. Before writing this essay, I planned out what I was going to do every day. The first day, format the entire paper (font, title page, references). The second day, write introduction. The third day, write historiography. The fourth day, fifth and sixth write claims and conclusion. Obviously that did not work out because I am a procrastinator. Despite having the majority of sources and receiving two additional sources from Dr. Nurse, I struggled to write this essay simply because I did not feel motivated. It took me a week to write an introduction for this essay. I have three drafts saved just for introduction. One is called crap introduction. Another struggle I had was finding creative titles. I am not creative with titles or creative in general. I cannot even think of captions for instagram posts. It came down to me asking my 16 year old friend and my 22 year old boyfriend for titles.

Here were the possibilities from my 16 year old friend:

- Go find your passion, it’s time to ration!

- Have a seat don’t eat all the meat!

- If you tattle you could help save this battle! ( referring to telling on your neighbours who are not rationing)

Here were the possibilities from my 22 year old boyfriend:

-Save the cheese for the boys over seas!

-Save the meat for the fleet

-Save the cattle, stop the battle!

-Sustain the grain and life will be mundane!

-Rations the tins and the boys won't lose limbs!

-Don't eat the butter, did I fkn stutter?

-Reserve the grain and allies will put to shame!

-Neun to dine (neun is no in German)

** forgive me for the profanity**

It was only till I realized the deadline was approaching I felt motivated to write. I put on music and I started writing away. But I started an unorthodox way. I started writing and finishing my claim on women mobility then wrote the introduction then wrote the historiography. Clearly, I am a jumper. My problem was that I did not know how to start the introduction which was what literally held me back. It took me a total of three days to write it and reading it back today with the feedback, I made some silly errors but I did enjoy writing it even though writing an introduction was difficult for me.

End process:

Bad enough to say but finishing this essay was basically the end of the semester for me. This was the only class I was most intrigued in and the one I had the be the most worried about because grades can easily fluctuate in seminars. Regardless, I am happy with the results. I wish I contacted Dr. Nurse for guidance as it would have strengthen my essay and boost my confidence. The most common mistake in my essay is that I was not clear enough in my writing in which I have made my goal for the upcoming semester. A silver lining of this project was that I learnt active voice. Not to say I did not know what it was before but it became more clear to me that active voice is who is advocating the action or saying it rather than placing the action or person after the subject. Overall, I enjoyed writing about this topic and learned a lot from it.

#the strugge is real

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the1997diaries · 7 years ago

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100 Facts About Me

I don’t really know why I wrote this one on Christmas eve but I just want to share these bits and pieces of me with you guys cos why not? Hehehehehe. Am I being too vain now? Btw have a very Merry Christmas to all. Hope you’re all doing good and having a good time.

My real name is Marie Grace Q. Jolo.

I was born on the 29th of August, year 1997.

Currently taking up Business Administration - major in Marketing Management at National University-Manila.

I’m an Ornithophobic.

I can’t stand the smell of rotting feet.

I wish I could read people’s mind.

I’m an EXO-L, Blink, Reveluv, and iKONiC. Annyeonghasseyo chingus!

That is why I can sing Korean songs~~~

I admire guys with a ring on their finger. I don’t know why I find it so adoring with men. Like feeling ko ang lakas makagwapo.

I prefer staying at home all day.

I do brush lettering.

I’m in love with colors eg. faded pastel pink, pastel gray, and white.

My favorite subject is biology but I don’t appreciate the presence of animals.

I’ve been in two schools when I was in elementary. I started grade school at Holy Trinity Academy but I graduated from The National Teachers College.

I’m moody— that’s what people say.

I’m scared of nuns. Lalo na sa mga nakaitim. Hindi ko alam tawag dun sa damit nila, basta yung itim na ganun. Hahaha

I hate hospitals like I always feel uncomfortable or maybe I just don’t like seeing people who are in such pain and those dying. Tbh I don't like to see people’s tearful eyes and losing hope.

When I was young I’m scared of going to restrooms so I always pee in my underwear— my mom always scolds me.

I don’t appreciate mayonnaise except with burger.

I have trust issues.

I’ve become a class president for like two consecutive years in high school.

My skin is indescribably sensitive— I get wounds unconsciously.

I’m a shy person. I don’t talk to a lot of people but I’m not suplada.

My sense of smell is the strongest among all my five senses.

I hate commitments— just because I don’t know how to handle them.

I don’t know how to express my thoughts in the right way people can understand.

I can’t sleep with lights off.

I think I’m awkward.

I am right-handed.

I don’t drink Milo, I eat it.

Fave author: JK Rowling and Colleen Hoover.

I’m a fan of Taylor Swift.

I’m a YFC for 5 years now.

I’d rather collect shoes than clothes and bags.

I love coffee. Ordinary coffee. Yung timpla ko lang.

I don’t like pure chocolates. I want it to have something with it like; a chocolate brownie, hot chocolate drink, chocolate sandwich, chocolate donut.

I really want to be an interior designer. I love moving things around; changing curtains, the smell of a newly washed bedsheet, countertops and islands. Organizing rooms and offices and lofts and things like that.

I have a collection of Total Girl magazine when I was young. I got the influence from my elementary best friend but either my mom or dad threw it away when I went to college.

I am a Manila girl since birth but I got to move to Quezon with my parents when I turned high school.

I really have a wavy hair just like my dad.

I am too emotional like sobrang babaw ng luha ko.

I have a small box of memories where I store every piece of memorable days and experiences. But unfortunately, I lost one box when I was in high school without any knowledge of its whereabouts.

I love doing arts and crafts. I have an artsy heart.

My sisters and I share a room.

I do still believe in chivalry. I wanted my first boyfriend to be my last and the father of my children.

I love watching YT videos and reading random blogs.

I have a thing for romantic-mysterious-sci-fi-supernatural movies, series or stories.

I can’t help but cry whenever I watch any version of Romeo and Juliet either a theater play or movie.

I am a big shipper of Wesley-Dobrev (Paul Wesley and Nina Dobrev), Madden-James (Richard Madden and Lily James) and WilKate (Prince William and Kate Middleton) love teams.

All-time favorite foods: sinigang, brownies, pizza, and donuts

I’m a picky eater.

I didn’t have a stroller bag when I was in elementary but I remembered asking my parents for it and when I transferred to a new school, it’s like the whole elementary department were all in 3rd and above floors so parents really know best.

I am a perfectionist— OC girl here.

I love collecting pens and stationeries even though I don’t really use them cos they’re all cute that feel like I’m just gonna ruin their cuteness.

My feet size is 8 sometimes 8 and a half. I have a combination of my mom and dad’s feet; wide and long.

I have eczema when I was young and that returned when I was in 2nd-year high school.

We used to spend our summer vacation in Quezon with my grandmother or with my Tita in Cagbalete Island where I really got to enjoy my childhood and learned a lot. Especially how to “mag-igib ng tubig” every dawn or else we’ll not have water the next day.

People would always say that I have a weird voice.

I love watching wrestling but I closes my eyes with serious moves.

I love taking random photos.

I used to blow bubbles whenever I feel tired and hopeless.

I used to make my dad his coffee when I was young.

I got a little bit abuse by a man in green while I was riding a jeep in fifth grade. That is why I hate green color.

I like doing surprises.

I used to watch Jimmy Neutron, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Madelaine, Spongebob when I was in elementary before and after school, all that in Tagalog version.

I wrote a story way back in sixth grade but I lost it and I am so sure that it’ll hit the market nowadays.

I am patient whenever I do something I like.

London is my dream destination;

Canada or SoKor is where I want to live; and

New York is where I want to work.

I’d like to have my own publishing company and to have my self-titled magazine.

The note app and phone calendar on my phone serve as my personal diary— I wrote almost anything there.

I have my own way of talking to God.

I believe in fairy-godmothers

My favorite Disney princesses are Belle and Aurora.

I’m in love with Olaf.

I really want to blog many things but I suck at expressing myself.

I don’t know how to draw but I want to be an architect. HAHAHA that is the point of learning, right? To learn...

Perhaps I can’t cook decently cos no one eats my cooking.

I’m perpetually tired.

I prefer American series than Kdrama. But there’s this thing, I like the story concept of both but I just feel like stories of kdrama could really get along with American superstars more. It is just me? Nevermind me. But KPOP is life. Love you BI.

I can’t stand watching horror films without someone beside me.

I don’t like spices like di ko talaga naeenjoy yung food.

I loathe confrontations.

The superpower I would want to have is to never to need to sleep cos…

I hate the idea of needing to sleep at night and

I hate goodbyes and goodnights.

I can’t sleep without a blanket, either hot or cold weather.

Sofia Andres is my wardrobe goals.

I’ve mastered faking emotions.

I never left my country and I would love to someday.

My fave flowers would be; pink and white roses and sunflowers.

I want to write my own novels someday.

I always have a water bottle in my bag. Also an antiseptic alcohol.

I’m not flexible, literally.

I used to love outdoor activities when I was a kid.

I like playing with only my shorts on when I was a kid and then when I needed to pee, I’ve realized that I’m all naked and that’s really awkward.

My height is 5′1 and I weight 50kg.

I love dancing and singing without people watching.

I can’t whistle.

#random #personal

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cicinicole-14 · 7 years ago

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coco’s college story

I just need to vent and get things off my chest. this is going to be quite long, and I’m going to add more to this, but we’re starting a new segment on this blog called #coco’s college story. I’m going to get personal and real and you don’t have to read, but I just need to write it all out. feel free to come talk if you feel inclined to. and since this will be long, I’ll put it under the cut. lets hope everything is spelled right...

college really sucks sometimes. I’m really stressed out from it and I have no idea what to do or what I am doing.

I’m going to start at the beginning, or try to at least. which, brings me to grade 11. I think this is really where it started. everyone was starting to take the ACT/SAT (American standardized tests required for most college admittance) and I hadn’t even begun to think where I truly wanted to go for college. yet some kids in my class had already started applying wtf. all I thought I knew was that a. I wanted to go out of state and b. I wanted to go far from home and c. I wanted to be a doctor.

summer of 2016 (summer after I finished 11th grade) I was in Virginia visiting my best friend Autumn (she plays a huge role in this). Autumn is 6 months older than me and would be at this time starting her first semester at GMU in the fall of 2016. so she asked me where I wanted to go to school. my reply? “haha that’s a great question!!! I have no fucking clue.” (literally word for word) and she was like “apply to GMU!!!” and I was like, “dude, Noah fence but you’re going there to be a hISTORY major and I literally slept thru that class for all of middle and high school. nah fam” and she’s like “yeah, but they have a great science program and then you can go to Hopkins after.” so I was like ok maybe. so I did what everyone does best: listed my pros and cons

pros:

going to school w/ bff since age 3

1,025 miles from home and from my mother*

good science program so I can be a dr??

location wise: gr8 bc autumn’s fam lived 2hrs north and my stepsister (who I’m close with) lived 2hrs NE and its a 2hr plane ride home to florida

cons:

is hella expensive**

1,025 miles from home

current number of people I know going to this school: 1 (and pls note: I hate doing things alone even tho I love to be alone. idk how to explain this but like like I enjoy being alone but I don’t like being alone. I know some of y’all understand this?)

leaving friends I have in florida

tbh, the pros outweighed the cons and I applied to GMU and I was accepted. (I applied to other schools and got accepted to one and denied at another because they closed the program I was applying for but I can assure u had they not, I would’ve gotten accepted)anyway, I took my ACT in October of 2016 and got accepted to gmu in December of 2016. I think that’s really when the stress started kicking in, because while I was happy to be accepted to my dream school, I had a lot of emotions I wasn’t ready for and then later on experienced them.

2017 started off decently. I went into the second semester of senior year knowing I was accepted and 100% planning on going to my dream school, ready for a new future, ready to leave Florida, excited about going to Italy that march with my class etc…

but it also brought hard times because I ended my friendship with one of my best friends in the whole world: olivia. we were inseparable and had been for 8 years and knew each other for 13 years. it was seriously really hard, especially because not only was I close to her, I was close with her mom, little brother, big sister, niece and nephews. it really sucked.

and, I had the daunting task of telling my mother I was going to Virginia for college.

now, as some of you may know, my relationship with my mother is very strained. and whenever I refer to my “parents” on Tumblr, I’m talking about my dad and stepmom, because I always refer to my mom (as mother) separately. and add to the fact, my mother flipped out on autumn’s mom a few years ago and told them to never speak to me again. so, since I was 12 years old, my mom has had no idea I’ve kept in touch with autumn and still has no idea I go to school with autumn. (my dad and stepmom love her family and her and see no problem with them same as me and she’s my best friend and my mother has issues we will not be addressing rn) anyway, so I didn’t tell my mother I got accepted to GMU until April of 2017. (mind you, I found out mid-december and my dad found out when I got the email because I made Claudia stop the car before we headed to a Christmas party lol) and so I told my mom in April that I was going to GMU and she asked me if autumn went there and I lied right thru my teeth and told her I had no fucking clue because we weren’t friends, remember? and that was one big thing that really started the stressing because a. I didn’t have olivia there as my bff to help me thru the stressful time, and b. I so badly wanted my mother to be happy for me but I knew deep down she really wasn’t because she also flipped out a bit and was like “wtf ur going to college? u leave in august?” and I was like yeah, what did you expect me to do?” and honestly, she was angry about it, but I was an adult, its my life and she had no say in where or whether or not I was going to college.

so, fast forward to college. idk how chronological this will be so we’re just going to list some stressors I’ve had with college.

it’s 1,025 miles away from home

I grew up in a town in Florida, in the same neighborhood I was brought home from the hospital in (I almost said same house, but I moved down the street long story…) I went to a preschool from ages 2-4 and then started elementary and middle school ages 5-13 at one school and then half of my eight grade class went to my high school. and I was there for four years. these people were family. out of the 7 people who went to high school with me, 4 I knew since kindergarten, one I knew since fifth grade and the other since sixth and the last one was me. and I made two friends (chelsey and Claudia) in ninth grade who are my sisters. I love them both so much. I would talk thru fire for them (and autumn, Robyn and belle ofc but we’re talking about my friends at home) anyway, I grew up there. Florida is my home. I like small places. I lived in a kinda small city in my two bedroom condo with my parents and doggo and I had neighbors who I’d known most of my life. my whole family was in Florida basically, minus my aunt (dad’s sister who we visit in NY or she’d visit us).

I was leaving my friends

I went from seeing Claudia every day in school, and once every two weeks during the summer or a few times a week because of our movie dates lol, and chelsey who graduated the year before me and lived an hour away from me at home, made it a point to still come to my school to see me and sleep over at my house, and then during the summer she came over once a week and stayed over. I saw them all the time. we’re three peas in a pod. I saw them a lot. and I only have 5 really close friends. friends I would walk thru fire for, and trust with my life. mentioned above: Claudia, chelsey, autumn, Robyn and belle. and we all have different relationships. autumn moved away when I was 11 and I coped with that in middle school (another dark time in my life) and I learned to live with that. Robyn and belle I met over Tumblr, so I’d never entertained the prospect of seeing them regularly. (tho Robyn and I have kinda made a pact of visiting each other during the summer and thus every other summer I get to see belle when Its my turn to visit Canada) but chelsey and claudia? I saw them a lot, and I hadn’t had to cope with a friend, who I saw a lot and was inseparable with, be away from me for a huge long period of time in a long time (age 11). and to add to the fact, both chelsey and Claude go to school at home and they became close with my family too so like idk it all just kinda fell apart

I get really homesick/leaving my parents and dog

this one wasn’t as bad solely because, I left home august 2nd. I was traveling by myself most of this month. I saw my parents at the end of the month when they held me move in for college. then, I got a surprise visit from them and my doggo in September because they drove up to my sister’s house 2 hrs from my school to escape the hurricane that was to hit Florida (bless, my house was fine). then I saw them again in October, because my sister got married!!! and thanksgiving I saw them again, November, because ofc its thanksgiving ill see them, even though it flew by. and now here, its December and I’m going home for a month. so I’ll see them thru January. and then lbr, because my dad works in Maryland a lot, he’s probably gong to be up north most of 2018 too and he vowed to visit me when he could because he’s a mush and misses his kid even if he denies it. also, the homesickness; I don’t like being away from people/be by myself in a house for an extended period of time, but I kinda built up my tolerance because my dad travels a lot and I have speration anxiety from it (he travelled all my life and I was left with my mother for a lot of it so stress but I built up a tolerance for it when I was like 15 and my homesickness started getting better from then on out) and like I did really well when I spent 8 days in Italy without my parents etc which I only had 1 tiny little freak out and Claudia helped me thru it and was proud at the fact that I only had one like 2 days in to the trip and was fine after that.

my life plan

holy f u c k. ever hear the saying like “you plan and god laughs”? well, holy fuck, it can’t be more true. I don’t care what god or thing you believe in, its fucking true. I’m a planner. not a detailed one, but its a rough outline, I have a plan of my life, roughly outlined; its got a few bullet points mainly looking like this:

my life:

go to college out of state

make money

be a doctor in the nicu

be a mom/foster/adopt kids

own lotsa pets

have enough money to build my own house

were going to focus on the “be a doctor” point. because this is where everything got fucked.

since I was five years old, five. I wanted to be a doctor. since that age, I narrowed down the specifics and specialty etc. I picked out what school I wanted to go to for medical school and whatnot. I’ve wanted to be a doctor since I was five fucking years old.

college has since changed that plan...

about a month into school this semester, I changed my major of–––biology degree> medical school> be a doctor to uh, now I’m currently in the pre-nursing (BsN) program at my college (and I’m minoring in photography, but that I knew about and hasn’t changed). I remember this day very clearly when I decided. it was a Monday. idk the date, but it was Monday and I was sitting in the JC (the main campus building) with autumn eating food and I was like “I’m having a crisis and I want to change my major to nursing” and so then I called my dad and told him I was going to do it. thankfully my while family was very supportive (minus my mother I have not talked to her since September[?]***)

so that happened, and threw me for a loop.

college is just extremely different in general.

I really don’t even know how else to categorize this. so here are just random things.

professors are weird. all of them. no matter their age: which this ranges too because I have some that are like two coughs away from dying and others who are literally only like 5 years older than me… fucking weird.

your syllabus is your fucking roadmap. don’t fucking lose it.

nothing ever gets graded at a decent time. I literally got two papers back without grades on them and they aren’t online either but the prof said that they’re recorded in the gradebook he has so like????

I grew up going to private christian schools since I was 2… which means no cussing in class and wearing a uniform and your parents drive you to school, we don’t have busses.

college: no dress code. I wore pj’s (with jack skellington on them) to class and Christmas and halloween printed leggings and hoodies with just a bra underneath and fucking whatever the hell I wanted to class, strapless/sleeveless dresses, whatever. my professors cusses in classes/lectures. I was taken back by this at first. but thoroughly loved the chillness and laid-backness that classes had tho because I could say whatever I wanted (vulgarity wise). and I now blame my worsening swearing habit on college because I’m not in christian private school or nannying 3x a week anymore so I haven’t needed to curb my language… walking…everywhere… I live on campus in a dorm without a car (autumn has one but we really only use it to run errands on Fridays) and damn that was a shock. because while yes, I lived in a smallish city and there was a Walmart and dollar store close to my house to walk to if I was bored, I didnt really walk much, we drove a lot. because my school was 15 miles away. and like idk nothing wasn’t super close. and now here that I live on campus, my whole life is here. I eat sleep and breathe campus, so I walk everywhere. to all my classes, to get food, well thats basically it because thats all college leaves you time for…

college is stressful.

and finally, here are more things that I wasn’t expecting.

I didn’t realize it was going to be this difficult. Im currently taking 6 classes (16 credits altogether) and out of those 6 classes, I’m currently passing 2 I think? college is fucking hard. it didn’t help that I had a few major major major anxiety attacks and literally disassociated with everything for a week, two different times, plus I got sick with a nasty ass cold, and like idk, just it sucked. I moved 1,025 miles from home and then homesickness an that reality of “I’m living a thousand miles from home by myself” hit me. and I literally know no one here except autumn who I see once a week on Fridays. (because we both have off) and like it killed me. I left my only home I’ve ever known. I moved my whole life here. and I had a shocking realization that yeah, I’m going to Florida during breaks and whatnot, but I left Florida August 2, 2017 and I knew it was for good. I packed up my whole room last summer and knew that when I got on the plane, I wasn’t going to ever be coming back home home for good. I left my keys on the kitchen counter and said goodbye to my room. and yes, its still my room, but it’s been a guest room for the past few months and its not my room anymore. I did move out. and so that hit me too.

and I’m alone here. I had a mental breakdown one day when I was texting chelsey and Claudia and all I really wanted was a hug from them but they’re a thousand miles away and couldn’t give me one, so I was stuck crying in the middle of our campus chick-fil-a. and so I texted autumn at 9am on a Thursday and she came in her pj’s and walked across campus to give me a hug so I could hug her, cry on her shoulder and breathe a little easier.

and while I know this decision to move states away and leave everything I’ve ever known was hard, I know it was the right decision and the best decision I ever made, and the scariest.

I know that because if I went to school at home, I would Never have ended up moving out. I know I needed to experience college dorm life, and living by myself more, and being independent. I know for my health––mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally––it was for the better. mentally: I am able to escape my mother being here where she can’t visit me or I won’t run into her here. physically: I walk everywhere and I’m attempting to eat healthier etc… spiritually: I’ve had a rough time with my faith, but I’m a christian and like autumn helps me a lot with this in strengthening my faith etc etc, (I’m more spiritual than religious) and emotionally: I’ve been able to heal and accept who I am, and I came out as bi to my friends, currently 4/5 of them and all of you guys. its a new zone here and I can live and be free and be me. I don’t have to worry about the people I knew from high school judging me because I’m bi and we went to a christian school etc. I’m who I am here and my decision to move here has helped me grow.

and also, yeah, I’m stressing currently about my future, but I’m going to take it a day at a time. I’m failing classes right now, but I’ve realized thats because I haven’t been on my A-game. I went thru a major life change, I’ve had a bit of family health issues, I’ve had to deal with a lot of issues and stress surrounding my mother and my relationship with her since starting college, and like a lot more, and so I have decided that while I had a mental breakdown about not making it into the nursing program, I’m going to take it slowly. fuck doing this all “fast and in four years and yada yada”. Its only been one semester, this is a whole new ballgame for me. college is so different from high school. so, I’m going to be better next semester, focus more on my passions, maybe take summer classes, and not pressure myself to be in the nursing program in my 3rd year, take my time. there’s no rush.

notes:

*– mother and I have a very strained relationship due to her years of mental abuse (and very little but still prevalent physical abuse) towards me. I’ve been trying to get out from under her thumb since I was 10. moved in with my dad when I was 12 but since he travelled for work a lot, I stayed with mother etc until I was about 15 when I stayed with friends or by myself. and so being away from her like this has only brought peace and less fights because I don’t have to see her or talk to her

**– college out of state tuition is hella fucking expensive, but thankfully, my granddad had set aside money for his grandkids (there’s only 2 of us, me and my cousin Kiersten who is out of college now) and has put us thru school (private school) our whole lives. we have been blessed so very graciously with being able to go to any school we chose debt free because our grandpa has it covered no questions asked and truly its the best thing ever because while I grew up not worrying about tuition, I still grew up with a tight family income because mom had a fixed income and then when I moved in with dad, he worked for himself, so he has seasonal work… some months its great, other months were scrounging for the last few dollars to put food on the table…

***–since moving to college and being out from under my mother’s thumb, I’ve been talking with my parents (again remind u this means dad and stepmom) about me needing to learn to heal and forgive and just live my life and I can’t do that if I keep having my mother call or text me or expect me to visit her etc… I’m an adult. I’m going home this Christmas to tell her that if she wants to be my mother in the long run, she needs to play by my rules, and this is now going to happen my way. I need to cut contact with her for however long. and she’s not to reach out to me. I need to be the one to do it because if she pushes it, our relationship is so strained right now because of her actions, if she attempts anymore, she’s going to lose me forever as her daughter and deep down, we both don’t want that. so I need space and need to learn how to forgive her. and she needs to get help and learn to be a better person herself. she needs to do a lot of things I’m not going to get into here but yeah, basically.

so that’s it. this was really long and I’m sorry about that. if y’all feel inclined to talk to me about any of this, feel free to do so. I needed to talk through this. I’m probably going to talk about #coco’s college story a bit as my life goes on. I will keep everyone updated. college is stressful, and crazy, and scary and wild and fun and terrifying and a lot of emotions mixed in one

xx cici

#coco’s college story #personal

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ac5420blog · 5 years ago

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The Nest--Horror

Justification

The Nest tells the story of Steve, a boy with anxiety and OCD whose newborn baby brother has a serious congenital disorder. His fears about the situation manifest in different ways, including dreams that feel increasingly real as the story progresses. Illustrations by Jon Klassen add to Oppel’s effective descriptions of the wasps and their increasing boldness. While this book did not have widespread recognition, it did receive regional awards for children’s books in Vermont and Canada.

Evaluation of the book

All the elements chosen and evaluated are based on the criteria laid out in Children’s Literature, Briefly by Young, Bryan, Jacobs, and Tunnell.

Character

Steve is a sixth or seventh grade boy who experiences vivid dreams that are at least partly caused by his anxiety. He refers to himself as someone who is unable to “get a grip,” who has trouble making friends, and sometimes feels like he is “all in pieces.” He has a list of things he’s grateful for that he must consider each night, and a list of people he has to think about in order to keep them safe. He regularly calls himself broken and “busted up,” and reminds himself that he has to keep a lot of his concerns “spun up and sealed like a cocoon.” Steve seems like a character who could be relatable to a lot of children who worry about things, or have overactive imaginations, or struggle with mental health and don’t know how to talk about it. Oppel has written a character with a lot of problems real and imagined, but he’s written this character to ultimately be the hero of the story. By the end of the book, Steve still has some concerns, but he’s dealt with many of the things that caused him stress. Whether it was real or imagined, he’s conquered his foes in order to keep his family safe.

Themes

Steve’s strange dreams and questionable sightings may be symptoms of his increasing anxiety. His new baby brother is sick, and even if he has a successful surgery he may not ever be “normal.” Steve and his parents all deal with fears about the family’s future and their duty to take care of the other members of the household. Even Steve’s younger sister Nicole says that it’s her job to take care of her brothers, both the younger and the older. The whole family has their own ways of looking out for one another, but Oppel drives home that they are a united front trying to keep each other safe. He also addresses the changes that happen mentally and emotionally as we grow older. Steve’s fiend Sanjay told him that fifth grade was too old to have an imaginary friend, so Steve tried not to think about Henry anymore, even though he missed having someone to talk to when he was alone. The wasp queen mentions that children are more “open-minded...accepting and supple,” things Steve likes about himself until he feels them being used against him. He even finds himself conflicted about his babysitter, since he doesn’t need her, but he doesn’t want the responsibility of watching over his younger sister. Steve is growing up and there are expectations associated with that, and he seems to both want and fear having to face difficult choices and consequences. By the end of the book he has learned to take a stand and to accept many of the changes and potential obstacles ahead of him that come with growing up.

Tension

Steve’s main conflict throughout the story is whether to trust the wasps or to fight them. As the book goes on, it ramps up the intensity and the suspense enough to cause the reader some stress over the outcome. Oppel paces the narrative in such a way that as Steve’s concerns escalate and he finds himself in more dangerous situations, we too feel those concerns and dangers. In his struggle to save his baby brother from an uncertain future, Steve must decide if he’s aiming for a perfect baby or a real baby. He wants his family to be safe and happy, but he also knows that the queen wasp’s plan is one that is inherently wrong. How much should he share with adults? How much should he believe what he’s seeing and hearing? Predictably, the adults around him all have an explanation for what’s happening, but Steve can’t trust that when his dreams all feel so real.

Conclusion

The Nest is not the sort of book I would normally read, because horror is a genre I generally stay away from. However, Oppel’s writing is engaging and memorable, Klassen’s illustrations are used at just the right times to enhance the story, and the tale of the changeling is given new dimension in a twenty-first-century setting that also addresses mental illness and growing up. Oppel has created a compelling plot, a likable and relatable hero, and some incredibly creepy wasps.

References

Oppel, K. (2015). The nest. New York, NY: Simon & Schuster.

Young, T. A., Bryan, G., Jacobs, J. S., & Tunnell, M. O. (2019). Children's literature, briefly (Seventh ed.). Pearson.

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vitalmindandbody · 7 years ago

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Finland ranked world’s most literate nation

Report pooling investigates of literate action peculiarities from around the world places the Scandinavian country firstly, 16 homes ahead of the UK

Finland is the worlds most literate society, according to new experiment, with the UK coming in 17 th, behind countries including the US, Canada and Australia.

Home to Tove Jansson, the author of the much-loved Moomin books, and a widely praised education and training systems, Finland surfaced a table of world literacy in a new subject conducted by John Miller, chairperson of Central Connecticut State University in New Britain. The investigate looked at literacy accomplishment testing and also at what it called literate behaviour features everything from numbers of libraries and newspapers to years of schooling and computer availability in the countries.

Rather than calibrating a countrys ability to read, the Worlds Most Literate Nations suggests it grades commonwealths on their literate behaviours and their supporting aids. It set out to look at data from 200 countries, drawing from informants arraying from Unesco to the Programme for International Student Assessment( PISA) conducted by the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development( OECD ), but exclusively 61 constructed the final slash, due to lack of relevant statistics. Person was also considered, to give per capita ratios.

The Nordic countries reigned the top of the charts, with Finland in first place and Norway in second, and Iceland, Denmark and Sweden rounding out the top five. Switzerland followe in sixth, with the US in seventh, Canada in 11 th, France in 12 th and the UK in 17 th plaza. Botswana was last, in 61 st lieu, behind Indonesia in 60 th and Thailand in 59 th.

Miller said that the factors we examined present a complex and nuanced portrait of a nations cultural vigor, and that what the higher-rankings strongly show is that this type of literate practices are critical to the success of individuals and nations in the knowledge-based financials that define our global future.

The power and cost of being literate in a literate society is played out every day around the world, adds the report. Numerous individuals, and even whole societies, realize substantial relinquishes to become literate just as others take it for granted. Cultures that do not tradition literate behaviours are often squalid, undernourished in memory and mas, tyrannical of human rights and dignity, harsh and harsh.

The report been observed that if it exclusively ranked commonwealths on their reading assessment results, the final counters would have been very different. When this is the only factor considered, Singapore comes in top, with South Korea, Japan and China in second, fourth and fifth lieu respectively. Finland is no other non-Pacific Rim country to prepare the top five, in seam second place. The UK is 26 th.

Adding in the number of members of academic, public and academy libraries, and the number of members of volumes in libraries Estonia, Latvia and Norway top this list as well as statistics on years of education, computer invasion and newspapers, changes the results vastly. When influences other than experiment scores are included, there is not a single Pacific Rim country among the top 25, tells the report.

Miller said that a consistent conclusion from research reports was that there is no meaningful correlation between years of compulsory schooling and educational expenditures on the one handwriting and exam ratings on the other.

He believes that Finland, Norway, Iceland, Denmark and Sweden took the five top slits in the study because their monolithic culture appreciates reading.

Finnish author Aki Ollikainen, whose debut novel White Hunger has just been longlisted for the Man Booker International prize, did: The most important thing is that schooling is equal, reading and improving have been appreciated also by working class and that the professing of belief and education is also revalued.

He contributed: I have to say, that Im very proud of the Finnish school system and too our libraries, which have very versatile accumulations available to all. Everybody has an equal opportunity to learn and to speak. In Finland we are use to keeping this obvious, but globally it is luxurious.

Commenting on the USs performance, Miller said that while the two countries had learnt its years of compulsory education increase, its practice of literate behaviours had decreased, while the ability to read had abode relatively the same. It is not so much that we are slowing down in this nature race, but preferably that others are speeding up, he said.

Diana Gerald, chief executive of UK speaking charity BookTrust, said the content to draw from studies and research was that we have to get babes reading more, and experiencing it more.

Were not going to change this ranking unless we have a nation that is construe. And its a virtuous circle if you read more for delight, you experience speaking more, and so “youre reading” more, she spoke. And that will show up in these figures.

Gerald said the 17 th neighbourhood was not absolutely frightful, but why wouldnt we want to be top?

We come from the nation of Dickens and Shakespeare, we have an extraordinary literary background, she supposed. I believe we are doing lots of good work on core literacy and phonics, which are indispensable, but we need to add get children from a young age into adoring interpret, and wanting to read … Weve got to get the fun and relish back into reading.

Top 10 most literate countries

1 Finland 2 Norway 3Iceland 4 Denmark 5 Sweden 6 Switzerland 7 US 8 Germany 9 Latvia 10 Netherlands

Top five by educational investment 1 Brazil 2 Israel 3 Mexico 4 Belgium 5 Argentina

Top five by test scores 1 Singapore 2 Finland 3 South Korea 4 Japan 5 China

By libraries 1 Estonia 2 Latvia 3 Norway 4 Iceland 5 Poland

By newspapers 1 Finland 2 Norway 3 Germany 4 Switzerland 5 Czech Republic

By households with computers 1 Netherlands 2 Iceland 3 Denmark 4 Luxembourg 5 Norway

The United Kingdom grades: 17 overall 11 by computer 12 by educational investment 29. 5 by libraries 31 by newspapers 26 by tests