#Proverbs for Students

[sjisahmedabad]

10 English Proverbs for Students with Meanings and Examples

Proverbs are timeless expressions of wisdom that capture life’s essential truths in short words. Proverbs can serve as daily reminders of important values, life lessons, and guidance for students in various situations. Let’s explore 10 essential English proverbs with meanings and examples to make each one easy to understand and apply.

What are Proverbs?

Proverbs are concise and memorable sayings that convey wisdom, moral lessons, or practical advice. They are often metaphorical, making them easy to remember and apply in everyday life. Derived from everyday experiences and observations, proverbs capture universal truths about human nature, relationships, and decision-making. In English, as well as in other languages, proverbs reflect cultural values and teach lessons that guide behaviours.

What is the Importance of Proverbs?

For students, proverbs hold special importance as they serve as daily reminders of essential values and life principles. Learning and understanding proverbs can help improve language skills, enhance vocabulary, and add depth to communication. They offer students ways to articulate ideas clearly and succinctly while promoting moral values like honesty, perseverance, and respect. Satyameva Jayate International School (SJIS), one of the CBSE schools in Ahmedabad, we encourage students to embrace these proverbs as part of their language development and character-building journey.

10 Best Meaningful and Easy English Proverbs for Students

A Stitch in Time Saves Nine

Meaning: This proverb teaches the importance of fixing problems while they are small. Addressing issues early can prevent larger problems later.

Example: If a student begins to fall behind in their studies, seeking help right away can prevent more significant struggles later in the year.

Application: Students can use this as a reminder to be proactive in their studies. Fixing small issues early, like completing assignments on time, can save them from last-minute stress.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Meaning: People tend to judge us by what we do rather than what we say. Actions are often more powerful than words.

Example: A student who promises to study hard but doesn’t follow through loses credibility. However, a student who consistently does well shows commitment through their actions.

Application: Students can remember to match their words with actions, particularly in school assignments and personal commitments.

Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way

Meaning: Determination and willpower can help overcome obstacles. This proverb encourages resilience and perseverance.

Example: If a student has a goal of scoring well in exams, despite difficulties, their determination and hard work can help them achieve it.

Application: This serves as a motivational reminder that with focus and effort, students can reach their academic and personal goals.

Curious to know more? Keep reading here: English Proverbs for Students with Meanings and Examples

[thepersonalwords]

Travelling shouldn't be just a tour, it should be a tale.

Amit Kalantri

[uchicagomagazine]

“I began the practice of, the last thing before going to bed every night, putting down the two things that I’d learned in the course of the day into a sentence,” says retired English professor David Shields, AM’75, PhD’82. Shields calls these ultrabrief lines, now numbering in the hundreds, “Laconics.” We've collected some of our favorites, including these "Proverbs":

Proverbs

Gifts should give body to thoughts.

The lesson of dust: if you are small enough you can fly.

Quiet is the music of manners.

A taste of failure gives fury to ambition.

Read more: https://mag.uchicago.edu/arts-humanities/soul-wit

[theidioms]

Pigs in Language: Exploring Five Pig-Related Idioms and Their Origins

Language is rich with idioms that reflect our cultural history, and few animals have inspired as many expressions as pigs. From the farm to everyday conversation, these phrases reveal insights into human behavior and societal norms. Here, we explore five popular pig-related idioms and their fascinating origins.

Key Takeaways

Idioms often reflect agricultural practices and cultural history.

Pigs have been a significant part of farming, leading to numerous expressions.

Each idiom carries a unique meaning and story behind its usage.

Eating High on The Hog

This idiom refers to living extravagantly, drawing from the idea that the best cuts of pork come from the upper parts of the pig. The phrase suggests that those who can afford to eat these premium cuts are enjoying a luxurious lifestyle. Farmers often raise specific breeds, like Berkshire pigs, known for their high-quality meat, which adds a personal touch to this expression.

Pig in a Poke

When someone buys a "pig in a poke," they are making a purchase without seeing the product first, often leading to disappointment. This saying likely originates from butchers who would sell lesser cuts of meat wrapped in a sack, deceiving customers. Today, transparency in food sourcing is more valued, especially at farmers' markets, where buyers can see exactly what they are getting.

Happy as a Pig in Clover

This idiom captures the joy of pigs when they are given fresh clover to graze on. It reflects the contentment and happiness that comes from having access to good food. Farmers who pasture their pigs often witness this delight firsthand, as pigs thrive in natural environments, enjoying the bounty of fresh forage.

Casting Pearls Before Swine

This phrase means to waste something valuable on those who do not appreciate it. The imagery of pigs eating pearls highlights the futility of offering something precious to those who cannot recognize its worth. It serves as a cautionary reminder to be mindful of where we invest our time and resources.

When Pigs Fly

This idiom is a humorous way to express skepticism about something ever happening. It suggests that the event in question is as unlikely as pigs growing wings and flying. Despite the vast number of domesticated pigs worldwide, none have taken to the skies, making this phrase a colorful way to convey doubt.

In summary, pigs have not only played a crucial role in agriculture but have also left a lasting impact on our language. These idioms reflect a blend of humor, caution, and cultural history, reminding us of the deep connections between our words and the world around us. As we continue to use these expressions, we celebrate the rich tapestry of language that has evolved from our agricultural roots.

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

Chinese Solar Calendar: 小暑 Minor Heat

You may have heard about the Chinese Lunar calendar, but what's the solar calendar?

The Lunar Calendar is based on the phases of the moon, divided into 12 months. It's used for determining festivals e.g. Spring Festival/Chinese New Year.

The Solar Calendar however, is based on the Earth's orbit around the Sun, and it's divided into 24 phases, each lasting around 15 days.

Historically, this has been used for agriculture and specific seasonal activities, as each new season would be an indicator of a change in the weather and allow farmers to plan and prepare accordingly.

Currently we're about to enter 小暑 (Xiǎoshǔ) Minor Heat, so here are some customs and interesting information about this upcoming time period!

小暑 Minor Heat is the 11th solar phase and it starts approximately from July 6-8. Minor Heat, like its' name, has relatively hot and humid weather, with thunderstorms and monsoons being quite common. The weather and rainfall may vary, as northern regions in China tend to be colder with their rainy seasons starting later.

Food:

Eel, Mung bean soup, lotus roots and lotus leaf porridge, watermelon rind dew.

Customs:

"Eating New Food Custom" 食新习俗 (Shíxīn xísú). This is an old custom where some regions would use newly harvested rice and wheat to make flour, from which they would make various breads and noodles and share them with friends and family for good fortune and a good harvest.

"Eating Dumplings" 吃饺子 (Chī jiǎozi). Relatively self-explanatory. This period of time is quite hot and people tend to be not as hungry, which is why dumplings are considered to be the best food to stimulate hunger. I for one can't think of an occasion where I would refuse dumplings, so this may indeed be true.

Drying things on the 6th day of the 6th lunar month. Drying paintings and clothes is believed to prevent them from being by insects

Proverbs:

雨打小暑头，四十五天不用牛 (Yǔ dǎ xiǎoshǔ tóu, sìshíwǔ tiān bùyòng niú): If it rains at the start of Minnor Heat, no cattle will be needed for 45 days.

小暑交大暑，热得无处躲 (Xiǎoshǔ jiāodà shǔ, rè dé wú chù duǒ): From Lesser Heat to Greater Heat, it's so hot that there's no place to hide.

[meowch-rene]

Fr!

If you catch a linguistics student bent over a book of strange symbols, holding their throat in one hand and making a bunch of strange, disconnected sounds, leave them alone!! They’re studying

[peggingmegamind]

When the alcohol starts tasting like “damn I want to do my college work”

[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[thewordfortheday]

The fear of man brings a snare, but he who trusts in the LORD will be exalted. (Proverbs 29: 25)

Peer pressure, we think it's something that only students have to face. Not really, we as adults are also influenced by popular opinion. We are easily swayed by others and are willing to sacrifice our personal convictions. We don't have the courage to oppose what is clearly wrong.

The fear of being different or disagreeable doesn't leave us even when we reach adulthood. It just surfaces in a different form.

What we as Christians need is, integrity and the character to stand firm.

Are you still susceptible to peer pressure? Do you need to go against the flow? Ask the Lord to make you strong so that you can withstand the pressures of this world.

PRAY: Father, You are my strength and my shield. You changed Simon Peter who was once a weak reed into a rock, change me too, oh Lord. Help me to stand by my values and convictions. In Jesus' name, Amen.

[duine-aiteach]

Hey everyone,

I’ve been building a small Irish language learning app called Píosa Beag over the last few weeks. It gives you one new word or proverb each day, with pronunciation and a streak system to help you stick with it.

I’m a first-year software dev student and this is my first ever app. Not finished yet, but I’d love to share the journey and get any thoughts or ideas. Check it out here: https://piosabeag.ie

Slán!

This person has shared their in-progress app for learning Irish - I’ve included the link to both their site and their post on Reddit. Thought some of ye might be interested!

[vyvilha]

been having folklore meetings with american students as a part of our universitys collaboration with dathmouth college. they were sooo much more pleasant and interested than the ones from the indiana university. they didn't ask inappropriate questions like "do you have american movies in ukraine" and like actually took notes and recorded meetings and asked folklore questions and stuff. it was so pleasant. i spoke about rusalian tradition rusalka week and rusalian songs and also about minor folklore genres like riddles superstitions and proverbs. left me feeling fulfilled. i am glad there are people interested in learning about ukraine

[m4iya]

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'The Moon is beautiful, isn't it?' ft. Kei Tsukishima (angst, mutual pining)

wc. 1.2k

The sound of chalk scratching across the board echoed in her ears as she listened to the teacher at the front. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes in an attempt not to fall asleep midway through his explanation on proverbs.

“I want you all to listen carefully, some of these carry double meanings - and yes, they will be on your Literature test next week”

Murmurs and scattered complaints were heard from multiple students in the class.

Straightening her posture, she decided to pay more attention to the explanation.

Turning back to the board, he wrote down a few proverbs in English and began explaining each one.

“This one, ‘Actions speak louder than words’, is basically as it sounds. For example, when you apologise to someone, you need to show that you mean it; sorry isn’t only gonna cut it all the time.”

Following the teacher’s explanation, she wrote down the key points.

“Here’s one some of you might want to hear. ‘The Moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’; it’s not your traditional proverb, but apparently it was taught by a Japanese teacher to his male students as a way for them to confess, but only under a moonlit night. A girl probably won’t take it romantically if you tell it to her in the middle of the day” a couple chuckles sounded across the classroom.

She had heard of that proverb before. She always found it hard to imagine the circumstances all coming together for this small statement to hold so much meaning. She continued note taking as the teacher moved onto the next set of proverbs.

As class came to an end and the teacher packed his materials, she closed her notebook and turned around, facing her two friends.

“Do you guys have club today?” She asked, zipping up her pen case.

“Yep!” The shorter of the two answered.

The three of them left class together and headed to each of their clubs, agreeing to meet at the gates after practice to walk home together.

Both were on the boys’ volleyball club, whereas she was in the girls’ basketball club. She had been friends with them since her second year of middle school, when she was paired with a tall blonde boy for a class project. He wasn’t loud, was relatively easy to talk to, didn’t seem to judge her, and they seemed to have a lot in common. Through him, she was introduced to his slightly timid friend, and the three of them had frequently hung out together since then.

At some point in time, she wasn’t sure when, but each time he’d speak to her, her heart seemed to beat a little faster. She felt herself becoming distracted by the smallest things about him.

His tone that was quiet but mellow. The rare moment he’d crack a smile, his eyes squinting ever so slightly. The way he walked, the way he slung his bag over his shoulder, the way he would listen so intently to her rants. She felt it then, and she still feels it now. That soft, budding warmth grew inside her chest whenever he turned to speak to her. Though the only difference was that it was becoming harder to hide.

Being paired with a girl for a class project wasn’t a big deal to him – it was just something they’d have to get done together. He was only trying to finish this task and head home as quick as he could.

So, what was keeping his gaze fixed on her?   

From the corner of his eye, he could see her notebook. One of her delicate hands was holding the page down, the other gently gripping her mechanical pencil. Her free hand lifting momentarily to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and the softness of her breathing.

His heart reverberated loudly in his chest. Picking up his pencil, he got back to work.

Slipping her head through the collar of her hoodie, she tidied up her belongings before heading out of the changing room to walk home with her friends. Shivering from the cold, she decided to slip on a pair of gloves – it was a little cold in the morning, so she was glad she had brought them with her, as the temperature dropped when the sun had set.

Walking towards the gates, she sees the two boys standing and waiting. Waving, she jogs up to them, and the three of them walk together.

“How was practice?” She asked, holding the handles of her backpack.

“Same old” Tsukishima responded.

“What did you do for practice?” Yamaguchi asked her.

“Well, we did a lot of laps today since your team was using the court”.

Shivering from the cold, she glances up, her eyes glazing over the bright full moon. Despite it being winter, the sky was clear for the first time in a while. The three of them carried on in conversation until Yamaguchi reached his house. Waving at them both, he headed inside, closing the door.

She turned back to face Tsukishima.

“My house isn’t too far from here, I can walk there myself.” She smiled.

“It’s fine. Mine’s close by as well.” He replied.

The two of them take off together, walking down the street.

Removing her hands from her pockets, she blows warm air into them, feeling the heat scatter across her cheeks, and sink into the fabric of her gloves. Placing her hands by her side, the warmth on her face continued to linger.

It was just the two of them, walking together down the street under the bright Moon. He noticed her place her hands by her side, inching closer to his own. Lifting his hand slightly, he hesitated, brushing his fingers against hers. He wavered.

And maybe that was why she shoved her hands back into her pockets.

Standing right next to him, she worried that he’d be able to hear her heart practically jumping out of her chest.

‘Did his hand bump into mine by accident?’ She thought to herself, worrying that he might think she was trying to hold his hand. It was a bright, moonlit night. The words of her teacher from earlier today replayed in her head: ‘..A way to confess, but only under a moonlit night’

No way, even if he did say it, she’d never think of it as a confession.

‘He probably only sees me as a friend.’

Her head was noisy, filled with thoughts and paranoia,  although the silence between them was practically deafening. He and her usually speak to each other without issue every day. So what was the difference now?

He found himself feeling antsy, fiddling with the hem of his jacket as he walked beside her. Her street was the next turn. If he didn’t say something now, he didn’t know how he’d be able to carry on speaking to her like nothing had happened.

At the edge of the street, right at the turnoff, Tsukishima stood still, and looking up at the sky; he said:

“The Moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Standing a few steps in front, her gaze fell over him. Unable to see his facial expression properly; his head remained facing upwards.

That wasn’t a confession, right? He’d probably laugh if she said anything of the sort, right?

She had to come up with an answer, and fast. Unable to balance between a confession and a regular statement, the growing silence between them engulfed her thoughts.

Preparing herself to speak, she felt her heart sink. With tear glossed eyes, she glanced upwards at the Moon.

“So very beautiful.”

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[oopsallgoalies]

False Confidence: Chapter 12

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, anxiety, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Happy Friday, y’all!

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You examine your classroom, straightening the decorations that you’ve hung on the wall. Every square inch of the room is decked out in various shades of pink, red, and white. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and while your students are too young to really grasp the concept, the air has been buzzing all week. It has little to do with love and everything to do with the promise of candy and cookies at the class party on Tuesday.

You find your eyes searching for the calendar on the classroom wall and a frown creeps up onto your lips. The Dogfighters are on a road trip right now and you’ve found yourself irritated at the way it feels like life has seemingly returned to the way it was before you met your new friends. You’ve spent the last week going home straight after work, occasionally to the Fitch house where you help Josie with the kids while she attempts to get some work done. She’s stretched thinner than usual with Reuben out of town and you can’t help the way you wonder to yourself if this is your future. And while it makes you nervous, there’s a part of your stomach that flutters giddily.

You and Javy have been official for a little over a week, but the road trip has taken up most of that time. You’re anxious to see Javy again, and you’re seriously starting to doubt the old proverb that promises that absence makes the heart grow fonder. You’ve finally allowed yourself to be upfront about your feelings for him, given that he’s actually your real boyfriend now. He’s your real boyfriend now. You can’t help the way you bounce on the balls of your feet in excitement as a fresh wave of giddy butterflies flutters through your stomach. Another glance at the calendar reminds you that despite this being your first Valentine’s Day with Javy, he’s going to have to meet it, playing a game in Seattle tomorrow night. The two of you have plans for the weekend, however, a belated celebration once he’s back and rested. After the game in Seattle, they have one more game in Denver on Thursday before they get back to San Diego on Friday.

“You’re in a good mood this morning.” A voice from behind you teases and you pause your drawing on the board to look over your shoulder to where Josie’s leaning against the doorframe.

“Josie! Good morning!” You greet her as you cap the marker and wipe your hands off on your overalls as you go over to give her a hug that she returns before handing you a to-go cup that smells delicious.

“We stopped for a little treat this morning since the kids are missing Daddy extra.” She gives you a tired but rueful smile. You know if you miss Javy after barely dating him for a week, Josie must be missing Reuben something fierce after being married for a decade.

“They’ll be home on Friday,” you remind her, trying to sound cheerful but your melancholy must show through your facade because Josie gives you a gentle smile.

“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow night?” She asks, and you see a scheming twinkle in her eyes.

“Tomorrow? Nothing really, I was going to watch the match while I grade papers, and then Javy said he’d call afterward and we could get takeout for Valentine’s Dinner.” You ignore the way your stomach flips at the words Valentine’s Dinner. “Why? Did you need help with the kids tomorrow night?”

“Yeah actually,” Josie says casually, sliding a hand into her pocket. “I thought maybe we could watch the game together?”

“Of course! That would be so much fun, what time should I come over?” You’re secretly excited not to have to spend the night alone with your TV and your thoughts when you’re sure the jitters will be too distracting to get any work done anyway.

“Well we’re going to have to leave right after school if we’re going to make the flight,” Josie says and you blink, confused until you look down and see the tickets that Josie’s holding out to you.

“W-what?” You stammer as your brain struggles to catch up with your eyes.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Roadie,” she says and you look from the tickets back up her and then back down to the tickets before you almost spill the coffee in your hand as you throw your arms around Josie. Josie laughs, fishing the coffee from your hand and depositing it safely on a nearby bookshelf.

“Josie, I can’t, it’s too much,” you blubber uselessly as you sob into her shoulder, all composure lost at your best friend’s kindness.

She just shakes her head as she pats your back comfortingly. “The kids miss their dad, I miss my husband, and you can’t miss your first Valentine’s Day with Javy. He’s still not my favorite person in the world but he makes you happy so I can’t hate him.” You choke out a chuckle at Josie’s words.

“Thank you, Josie.” You whisper and she just shakes her head again.

“Don’t thank me, just enjoy the day.” She pauses before she adds. “I’d originally wanted to surprise you with it tomorrow but I figured I should give you a chance to pack.” She laughs and you join in.

“I think my brain might have exploded,” you point out and she laughs harder.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning, so we have just one car and we can go straight from work to the airport.” You nod, still breathless over the fact that you’ll get to see Javy tomorrow.

“Wait, do the boys know?” You ask, your brain firing at a mile-a-minute.

Josie shakes her head, a conspiratory grin spreading across her face. “I thought we could surprise them. Zam knows she’s the one that arranged the game tickets.”

“We’re going to the game?!” You grasp the papers Josie’s still holding and you shuffle through them to see the game tickets under the plane tickets. “Josie!” You shriek and she laughs, head tipping back.

“Don’t yell at me, those are complimentary! WAG privileges,” she reminds you and you shake your head in disbelief. Not only do you get to see Javy tomorrow, but you get to go to the game and surprise him. “Alright, I need to get going before my kids start showing up but I’ll see you at lunch,” you wave to Josie before returning to your prep for the day.

Suddenly you feel ridiculous for all the stressing you’ve done over the past week, trying to decide what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s Day. You know Javy has no qualms about spending ridiculous sums of money on you, but you’re not exactly in a position to do the same. All the same, you’re feeling pretty proud of your Valentine’s Day gift for Javy. You’re also extremely happy that you finished in time for Valentine’s Day despite thinking you wouldn’t be able to give it to him until Saturday. You’re nervous but excited to see his reaction to it. You’re even more excited to see his reaction to your and Josie’s surprise.

***

You’re secretly glad that all you have planned for today is a Valentine’s Day party. You’re not sure you have the focus required to teach your students today since you’ve been bouncing off the walls with nervous excitement since you got out of bed this morning, not that you’d slept much at all. You’re secretly thankful for the parents who volunteered to help with the party because your mind is on this evening, your eyes flitting to the clock constantly, counting down the seconds until you’re done with work.

You know you should calm down and conserve your energy. The next twenty-four hours are going to be a whirlwind. After school ends, you have to rush to the airport to make your direct flight to Seattle, and from there you need to rush to the arena to make it in time for the game. After that, you’ll spend the night in Seattle before catching a red-eye from Seattle back to San Diego with barely enough time to make it back in time to teach Wednesday morning. Josie’s planning to drop off the kids with Penny for the day, since they’ll likely be too exhausted to handle a full day of school after all that travel. You secretly wish you could afford to take tomorrow off, but with so little notice, you know better than to try.

Your eyes move from the clock to the comically large vase currently taking up most of your desk. The flowers had been delivered during first period and you can’t help the giddy smile that stretches your face as you look at the bright orange blossoms. Your students had descended into giggles when you told them it was from Javy and you couldn't help but join in.

***

Your students finally make their way to lunch and you slump across your desk, letting the scent of the tiger lilies above you permeate your nose, and as sweet as they smell, you find yourself missing a different scent, a smokier, spicier one. You let out an exhausted groan as Josie lets herself in, coming to sit across from you.

“He sent you flowers,” she remarks, and you think she sounds a little impressed. You turn your head to squish your cheek against the cool wooden surface as you look at her and nod.

“Aren’t they perfect?” You say, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you follow her gaze to the orange blossoms.

“Tiger lilies? Not roses?” She asks, reaching a hand out to finger the blossoms, curiously.

“They’re my favorite.” You explain. “I don’t know how he knew,” you muse as a thought occurs to you. “Did you tell him?” Josie holds up her hands in surrender.

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t even know you liked tiger lilies.” Your brow furrows in thought.

“Well, technically, I love all lilies,”

“But those are your favorites now since they’re the ones he bought you,” Josie interrupts your thought and you look at her, surprised as you nod, cheeks heating.

“I used to like mums, back in college, they were my favorite and I was super vocal about it. Then I met Reuben and on our first date he bought me dahlias because he’d bought them thinking they were just big mums, and in that moment I realized I never wanted anything but dahlias. They reminded me of him, and how eager he was to make me happy, and now they’re my favorites.” The two of you sit in content silence for a long moment before she speaks up again. “Are you excited for tonight?” Your face brightens instantly and you nod enthusiastically.

“I still can’t believe it’s real, thank you so much again, Josie.” She shakes her head.

“Thank you for coming with me,” she chuckles, “but after you experience flying with two kids, I don’t think you’ll take me up on the offer again.” She teases and you roll your eyes.

“I love your kids,” you remind her and she chuckles.

“You do now, just wait.”

***

You can’t help the nerves that are pacing in your stomach as you worry the edge of the jersey you’re wearing. You try to channel the restless energy into helping Josie wrangle the kids. They are restless too, excited to see their dad, and cranky from their naps on the plane. You can’t find it in you to be irritated with them when you see your own raw emotions on display in them. You glance over your shoulder, anxious for warmups to begin so you can see Javy and the tension in your heart can finally snap.

Skylar bumps into you on accident as she tries to wrangle one of the homemade signs that are jammed into the bag on the floor. They’re incredibly cheesy, but Josie had insisted that they’re a necessary part of the surprise. You help her unfold them and hand her and Jamie the one they’ll hold together. It’s a simple mess of glitter and paint that reads, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy!” Josie gives it a long look like she’s considering hoisting it herself and you roll your eyes as you slide out the sign that Josie made for the two of you. You haven’t seen it yet and you’re a little nervous. Josie is a lot braver than you are and she’s been married for a decade while you’re in your first real relationship that’s barely a week old. You carefully unroll the sign and feel your cheeks heat as you read the words on it. “It’s not just puppy love, Happy Valentine’s Day, Dogfighters!” It’s sweet and playful but your eyes are caught on one particular four-letter word.

Your heartbeat thunders in your ears so loud that you almost miss the rise of cheers that rise through the arena. You look up as Josie grabs your arm in one hand and her side of the sign in the other. You’re yanked back to the present as a familiar blur of green whips down the ice towards you. The team heads down to their end of the ice to start warming up and you remember to lift your edge of the sign as your eyes dart furiously from one player to the next, searching for number 68 and any sign of Javy. You hear the kids screaming for their dad in the corner of your consciousness, followed by the pound of their little hands against the glass as Reuben skates up.

Your eyes turn more frantic even though you know he’s here somewhere, he has to be. Your heart thunders in your chest as the unreasonable doubts start crawling in and making a home in your aching chest. You miss the moment a figure on the ice stops until a full body slams into the glass in front of you making the whole wall shake and then you’re looking at Javy’s full grin and wide eyes and he looks like an excited puppy as he gapes at you. You can’t help the excited grin that bubbles to the surface and matches his. You wave slightly as you place your hands on the glass over his on the other side.

“Hi,” you whisper even though you know he won’t be able to hear you.

“Hi,” he breathes back. His breath clouds the glass and your stomach flips when he draws a lopsided heart and writes “hi” inside it. You giggle as grins at you. Your moment is broken as Jake skates by and grabs Javy by the back of his jersey playfully. He blows you a kiss as he drags Javy back towards warmups. You try not to think too hard about the fact that Javy’s eyes stay on you the entire time before they disappear back down the tunnel.

***

You know you should be focussing on the score. It’s currently tied at 1-1 but instead, you’re still dizzy over the adrenaline of the day and the way Javy’s playing at the top of his game today. He’d assisted Jake’s goal in the second period, and you spent the whole break watching the replays online since it was on the other side of the rink. The score remains tied and the clock is running on the third period. Your lips are gnawed to hell as you watch the clock drop lower and lower. This period the Dogfighters are shooting on your side of the rink and you’ve been glued to the glass since it started. You wince as one of Seattle’s defensemen scuffles with Javy by the boards feet away from you, digging at the puck as it slides between their sticks and skates. Your brow furrows as a stray elbow catches Javy’s shoulder and you shout out in protest, as your hands find the glass where you bang alongside the Seattle fans. When you hear them cheering for the other player, you hear your voice rise, cheering for Javy amidst the louder screams. You’re caught up in the fever, the adrenaline of the game, the excitement of the day, and seeing your boyfriend. You catch his eye briefly as his eyes dart up unconsciously and you swear he winks at you, sending heat up your cheeks and knocking the breath from your lungs. Javy manages to dig the puck out of the corner and you watch as he knocks it backward to where Jake’s waiting to whisk it off towards the goal. Your heart is in your throat as you watch Jake’s approach, the opposing defense coming up to try and block his path to the goal. His linemates are trying to open themselves up for a pass but there are no open paths on the ice.

You watch his stick swing anyway, but you don’t see the puck fly into the fray. Your brow furrows in confusion until you watch Javy shoot out from behind him, the puck dancing along the edge of his stick, completely unmarked. Your stomach flips as you see the look on his face. For a moment it feels like you’re watching the sun come out from behind the clouds as you take in the boyish grin stretched across Javy’s face. His eyes are glinting with mischief you’ve seen plenty of times on your students’ tiny faces, and he’s glowing with confidence as he whips down the ice. Your heart is in your throat as you watch the other players slowly realize where the puck has gone and then you watch the black disk fly off the end of Javy’s stick. The goalie starts to move in his direction, but it’s clear he hasn’t realized Javy’s shot until it’s too late and his glove is still inches away as the puck sails over his shoulder.

You’re sure you’re screaming and then Josie’s screaming and she’s grabbing you and you’re grabbing her, and you can’t take your eyes off him as he roars in triumph and then he’s pointing with both hands and you’re trying to understand what at, it doesn’t make any sense and then he’s laughing and you read his lips as he tries to contain himself. “You.” Your brows furrow and you look down at yourself in confusion before turning around to look behind you as Josie laughs beside you as the other boys start crowding Javy.

Josie grasps your shoulders as your confusion grows. “It’s you, Roadie.”

“W-what’s me?” You ask, glancing back towards the ice where Javy’s getting set up for the next face-off.

You look back in time to see Josie shake her head, a fond look in her eyes. “Everything,” she says before giving you a tight hug and you feel your stomach twist as you watch the jumbotrons replay the goal and you watch Javy point at the stands all over again. Oh. You. You’ve spent your whole adult life expecting not to be chosen, never expecting to be anything but the butt of a joke, that you weren’t worthy of being chosen. People look through you, people look past you, people don’t look at you, people don’t see you. And yet in the last month, you’ve felt more seen than you have in the last thirty years of your life. They look at you, they see you. He sees you.

You don’t hear the whistle, you don’t hear the last of the game, you don’t hear the horn as the clock runs out. You’re overwhelmed, and you’ve been overwhelmed before, but it’s different this time. The usual fear, the pain, the panic, none of that is what you feel now. “Roadie?” You blink and realize belatedly that you’re crying and you turn to her and throw your arms around her neck.

“Thank you, just thank you.” You don’t recognize the sound of your voice as you shake your head and just hold your best friend. She doesn’t question it and holds you back like she already knows, and maybe she does.

***

You place a hand over your knee to try and stop the way it’s restlessly bouncing as you sit on the bench in some hallway, waiting for Javy. You’re not a spouse, so you weren’t allowed into the locker room area with Josie and the kids. A member of the Kraken’s staff had led the four of you to the private section of the stadium and you’ve been waiting for at least an hour. You turn your phone on, glancing at the clock and debating texting Javy but you know he’s probably just finishing up his post-game responsibilities. He knows you’re here. He’ll find you. You stifle a yawn as you stare at the screen, your stomach dropping as you realize how few hours you have until you’ll have to head back to the airport and back to your life.

You close your eyes, trying to ignore the math that your brain insists on doing because it’s not enough and you’re not ready to be back home, exhausted and alone, thrust back into your routine for another three days until Javy gets home. You barely suppress a groan as you lean your head against the wall behind you, trying to reconcile the consequences of your actions as the lull in the business of the day gives you a break from the adrenaline that’s been coursing through you all day. You’re slowly descending into a spiral of your own thoughts when you hear the squeak of hinges in your periphery and you turn your head, your body sitting up, the giddy excitement of seeing Javy beating out the exhaustion settling into your bones as you watch the corner, begging Javy to come around it.

You’ve barely caught enough of his silhouette to confirm it’s him before you’re bouncing off the bench and running for him. Running to him is a blur, but then you’re in his arms, and the scent of sweat mixed with his cologne engulfs your nose and you feel the tension melt out of your body as you settle against him. The two of you stay silent for a long beat, your bodies refamiliarizing themselves with the feeling of holding the other, committing it to memory, to carry the two of you through the rest of the week. When the two of you finally choose to speak, it happens at the same time.

“Thank you,” Javy whispers into your hair.

“Thank you,” You croak, your voice breaking over the words all over again. The silence that falls between you is comfortable and you can tell he’s waiting for you to go first so you tell him the words that have been on your lips for the last hour. “Thank you for seeing me.” Your chest heaves shakily as you fight the words out, but his arms just tighten around you as he holds you, like he’d physically hold you together if you shattered to pieces.

He pulls back and removes his hands from your waist to cup your cheeks as his dark eyes look into yours and straight through to your soul. “You’re impossible to miss.” He says as he strokes his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks, and when he says it, you find that it’s not so hard to believe it. “Thank you for coming,” he whispers before running his nose against yours, your lips just shy of ghosting over each other.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” you whisper back, and when he kisses you it feels like you’ve let out a breath you’ve been holding for the last week.

“Alright, Meep,” Javy says when he finally pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours, arms returning to your waist to keep you close, “you gonna tell me what you’re doing here, beautiful?” You feel your cheeks heat even though you’re already in his arms, and he’s already kissed you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Javy.” It sounds so silly as you say the words, but you wonder if that’s because it’s the first time you’ve said them romantically.

He chuckles softly before pressing a simple kiss to your lips “Happy Valentine’s Day, Meep, but I mean what’re you doing in Seattle on a school night.” You shrug slightly because you don’t really have an answer.

“Josie’s the right brand of crazy and she has the budget to back it up?” You both laugh at that.

“I hate to ruin the mood,” Javy says before closing his eyes for a moment, “but when do you leave?” Your stomach drops again. In the joy of being reunited with Javy, you’d forgotten that you’ll have to leave him again in just a few short hours.

“We have a red-eye back to San Diego so we can make it back to work tomorrow,” you explain and you know Javy’s doing his best not to mirror the disappointment you’re feeling. “But you’ll be back in San Diego on Friday, right? That’s not so bad.” One glance at him says that he believes your words about as much as you do. “But at least we have tonight,” you relent.

“At least we have tonight,” he agrees. “Well then, let’s not waste a second.” He leads you out of the stadium. Most fans have since dispersed, returning home since it’s a Tuesday. The area around the stadium is lit with lights as and there are a fair amount of people milling around. Javy takes your hand and leads you through the park surrounding the stadium as you crane your neck back to get a good look at the Space Needle as it closer and closer.

There are a few people milling around and entering the Space Needle as you and Javy approach the ticket desk. The lady at the desk’s eyes widen in recognition as Javy purchases tickets for the two of you. When you enter, you stay close to Javy, feeling nerves bubble like butterflies as the photographer takes your picture and you watch Javy give him him email address for the photos. “My privacy is already nonexistent, there’s no need to compromise yours,” he explains when you offer to give yours instead. You walk up the spiral walkway to the elevator with Javy’s hand in yours. The ride to the top is silent and you’re sure you notice the elevator attendance staring at the two of you. The fact that you’re wearing Javy’s last name on your back doesn’t really help with the subtlety.

When the elevator doors open your breath catches in your throat. There are glass walls separating you from the balcony that wraps around the room the elevator opens onto, but you can already see the lights of Seattle twinkling from here. You find yourself dragging Javy to the balcony. The city of Seattle is alight all around you. From here you can see Climate Pledge Area, the rest of the park, and various museums in the area around you. You can also see the darkness of Elliot Bay. As you make your way around the balcony, you come face to face with the dazzling skyscrapers of downtown as the city itself sprawls out into the distance. It’s gorgeous and your fingers itch to paint the stunning view. You pull out your phone, snapping some inspiration photos. You’re already planning how you’re going to approach the painting when Javy slides his arms around your waist from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“What’s going on in your pretty little head, Meep?” He asks and you feel embarrassment creep over you for just abandoning him when he brought you up here and came all the way here to see him.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about how much I want to paint this view,” You explain as you gaze out at the city below you.

“Well, I can’t wait to see it,” Javy whispers. “And I hope I have first dibs when it goes on sale,” he murmurs, nuzzling your cheek gently.

“Javy, I’m not making you pay for my art!” You exclaim indignantly, leaning into him as the wind off the bay whips around the two of you. Javy wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you close.

“Pretty girl, where is your coat?” He asks as he snuggles you.

“We live in San Diego, I don’t have one!” You grumble indignantly. “It doesn’t get this cold there,” he nods against your shoulder.

“Okay, that is true, I’ll give you that.” He rubs your arms. “At least you’re wearing long sleeves,” he points out.

“Do you like it?” You’d been too shy to ask last time. Well, that and last time you hadn’t been wearing his name as his real girlfriend.

“I love it,” he says with a forcefulness that makes your heart flutter.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You wiggle out of his grip to get the box out of your purse. “I know we’re going to celebrate on Saturday, but I figured since I was going to be here, I could give you your gift today!”

“Meep,” Javy groans. “You came all this way, you didn’t have to get me anything, plus I don’t have your gift here,” he bemoans and you wave him off.

“You didn’t know I was coming, and neither did I until yesterday, so I had already gotten you a gift. Plus, you bought the tickets to come up here,” you remind him. You hand him the narrow box and he arches a curious eyebrow as you draw the sleeves of your jersey over your hands and hug your arms around yourself. Javy notices and gently guides you so that your back is to the building behind you and he’s blocking the wind with his body before he opens the box. You hold your breath anxiously as he unwraps the paper inside before his breath catches.

“Roadie…” he murmurs and you swallow hard, trying to decipher if you’ve hit the nail on the head or missed it entirely. Javy lifts the tie out of the box, examining it in the light that’s filtering out from inside. You’ve covered the originally-white fabric with fabric paint, doing your best to recreate a slice of the cliff painting he bought at your show. And there at the very bottom are the embracing figures that represent him and you. “Roadie, this is beautiful. Did you paint this?” His voice is full of awe as he looks at you and you nod.

“I know it’s not the most faithful recreation but fabric paint is pretty fickle. I thought maybe you could wear it with one of your game day suits.” You admit. While exploring the team’s Instagram account you found the highlight of game day suit posts, and that had inspired you to make the tie.

“I’m getting rid of every other tie I own when I get home,” Javy declares and your eyes widen in horror.

“But this is blue, and it won’t match every suit!” You protest and he chuckles.

“Well then I’ll just get rid of all the blue ones, and every year I can get rid of a different color.” You see the nerves dancing in his eyes at the boldness of his statement, at the assumption that there will be more years. That you’ll be together long enough for a dozen Valentine’s Days and a dozen ties.

“Well I do take requests,” you say and you watch the anxiety leave his shoulders and you kiss your boyfriend at the top of the Space Needle on the night of your very first Valentine’s Day, and everything is perfect.

A/N: The Valentine’s Day festivities aren’t quite done yet, what do we think Javy has planned for Saturday?

[blackstarlineage]

Neglect of African Languages in Favour of Colonial Ones: A Garveyite Perspective

Introduction: The Linguistic Colonization of Black Minds

Language is one of the most powerful tools of cultural identity, thought, and self-determination. It carries the history, traditions, and philosophies of a people and serves as a vehicle for independent thought. However, across the African continent and throughout the Black diaspora, African languages have been systematically neglected and replaced by colonial languages such as English, French, Portuguese, Spanish, and Arabic.

From a Garveyite perspective, the loss of African languages is not just a linguistic issue—it is part of a broader strategy of mental enslavement, cultural erasure, and continued colonial domination. The refusal to prioritize and preserve African languages has led to:

A disconnect between Africans and their ancestral wisdom.

A continued reliance on Western education, institutions, and media.

A lack of Black intellectual sovereignty, keeping African thought bound by foreign ideologies.

If Black people do not reclaim and elevate their own languages, they will forever be trapped within the mental frameworks designed by colonial and imperialist powers, making true liberation impossible.

1. The Historical War Against African Languages

A. Colonial Erasure of African Linguistic Identity

European colonialists understood that to control a people permanently, they must control their language.

During colonization, African languages were:

Banned in schools, government, and official records.

Replaced with European languages as the standard of “civilization.”

Demonized as “primitive” while European languages were glorified.

Example: Under British and French rule, African students who spoke their native languages in school were physically punished and humiliated to ensure they only spoke English or French.

Key Takeaway: Language was one of the first tools used to break African cultural continuity—without it, an independent African identity becomes difficult to maintain.

B. The Role of Slavery in Destroying African Linguistic Traditions

The Transatlantic Slave Trade ensured that enslaved Africans were:

Separated from their tribes to prevent communication and rebellion.

Forbidden from speaking their native tongues on plantations.

Forced to adopt European languages instead.

Example: Enslaved Africans in the Americas had to create new languages like Creole, Patois, and Gullah because their original languages were deliberately erased.

Key Takeaway: The suppression of African languages was a form of cultural genocide, ensuring that future Black generations would remain disconnected from their roots.

2. The Modern Consequences of Prioritizing Colonial Languages

A. Mental Dependency on Western Thought and Education

Since most African nations operate primarily in colonial languages, they remain:

Dependent on European and Western education systems.

Forced to engage with the world through the lens of foreign ideologies.

Unable to fully develop their own intellectual traditions outside of Western frameworks.

Example: Most African universities prioritize teaching in English or French rather than in indigenous African languages—forcing students to master a colonial tongue before they can even engage in higher education.

Key Takeaway: A people who do not think in their own language will always be ruled by those who do.

B. Cultural and Generational Disconnection

Because African languages are not prioritized, many young Black people:

Struggle to communicate with elders who speak native languages.

Lose access to African storytelling, proverbs, and oral traditions.

Feel ashamed or disinterested in their linguistic heritage.

Example: In many African countries, younger generations struggle to speak their native languages fluently, even though their grandparents spoke them perfectly.

Key Takeaway: When a language dies, the knowledge, history, and wisdom attached to it also disappear.

C. Economic and Political Disadvantages

Because Africa does not prioritize its own languages, it remains:

Economically dependent on Europe and the U.S. for education and trade.

Politically divided along linguistic lines (Francophone, Anglophone, Lusophone Africa).

Less competitive in science and technology, since research is done in foreign languages.

Example: The Francophone vs. Anglophone divide in Africa has led to political conflicts, with France still exerting control over its former colonies through language-based policies.

Key Takeaway: When a people use a foreign language for business and politics, they give power to the nations that created that language.

3. The Garveyite Solution: Reviving and Prioritizing African Languages

A. Making African Languages Official in Education and Government

African nations must:

Make indigenous languages the primary languages of instruction in schools.

Encourage government documents, laws, and policies to be written in African languages.

Require fluency in at least one African language to hold public office.

Example: Tanzania’s decision to make Swahili the national language has strengthened its cultural unity and reduced reliance on English.

Key Takeaway: A nation that does not control its own language will always be controlled by others.

B. Promoting African Language Learning in the Diaspora

Black people in the Americas and Europe must:

Learn and teach African languages (Yoruba, Twi, Zulu, Amharic, etc.).

Integrate African language studies into Pan-African schools and cultural centers.

Use African languages in music, media, and entertainment.

Example: Black communities worldwide should offer Swahili, Yoruba, and Akan language classes just as readily as Spanish and French are taught in schools.

Key Takeaway: Language connects people—if the African diaspora learns its native languages, global Black unity becomes easier.

C. Creating African-Centered Media in African Languages

Black nations must:

Produce books, films, news, and social media content in African languages.

Develop African-language AI, translation software, and mobile apps.

Encourage African-language literacy from childhood.

Example: Nollywood (Nigeria’s film industry) has begun producing more Yoruba, Igbo, and Hausa films, showing that native languages can thrive in media.

Key Takeaway: Media shapes minds—African languages must be heard on TV, in music, and on the internet if they are to survive.

Conclusion: Will Black People Reclaim Their Linguistic Identity or Remain Mentally Colonized?

Marcus Garvey said:

“Liberate the minds of men, and ultimately, you will liberate the bodies of men.”

Will Black people continue speaking the languages of their oppressors while ignoring their own?

Will African nations rely on English, French, and Portuguese, or build policies around their indigenous languages?

Will the Black diaspora reconnect with African languages or remain disconnected from their roots?

The Choice is Ours. The Time is Now.

[theafroamericaine]

Black History Month

Black History Month first originated as Negro History Week by the Godfather of Black History Carter G. Woodson in 1926. Woodson and the Association for the Study of Negro Life and History (ASNLH) chose the second week in February to commemorate the birthdays of American historical figures Abraham Lincoln and Fredrick Douglass. Woodson believed it to be crucial to teach about African-American history in schools and to celebrate the race as a whole. Negro History Week fought against harmful myths associated with Black life dating back to slavery, that argued enslaved people were satisfied with their subjugation and were better off in that position. Black newspapers and churches supported the movement by lending important literature and securing more publicity. The week focused on countless Black men and women who contributed to American society in every way and taught true American history.

“We are going back to that beautiful history and it is going to inspire us to greater achievements.” - Carter G. Woodson

“From literature the African was excluded altogether. He was not supposed to have expressed any thought worth knowing. The philosophy in the African proverbs and in the rich folklore of that continent was ignored to give preference to that developed on the distant shores of the Mediterranean.” -  Carter G. Woodson, The Mis-Education of the Negro 1933

The Black History Month we know of today is due to the Black educators and students of Kent State University, the month was first proposed in February of 1969; their celebration took place a year later from January 2 to February 28, 1970. The observance of Black History Month spread throughout the nation and in 1975, former U.S. President Gerald Ford issued a Message on the Observance of Black History Week External to "recognize the important contribution made to our nation's life and culture by black citizens." 

In 1976, ASALH expanded this commemoration of Black history in the United States from a week-long observance to Black History Month, which also has been known as African American History Month. In the same year, President Ford issued a Message on the Observance of Black History Month External. In subsequent years, presidents continued to issue messages External honoring Black History Month. In 1986, Congress passed Public Law 99-244, which designated February 1986 as "National Black (Afro-American) History Month.” This law noted that February 1, 1986 would “mark the beginning of the sixtieth annual public and private salute to Black History.” The law further directed the president to issue a proclamation calling on the people of the United States to observe February 1986 as Black History Month with the appropriate ceremonies and activities. President Reagan issued Presidential Proclamation 5443 External, which proclaimed that “the foremost purpose of Black History Month is to make all Americans aware of this struggle for freedom and equal opportunity.” This proclamation stated further that this month was a time “to celebrate the many achievements of African Americans in every field from science and the arts to politics and religion." Since 1996, presidents have issued annual proclamations for National Black History Month. In January 1996, President Clinton issued Presidential Proclamation 6863 for “National African American History Month." The proclamation emphasized the theme for that year, the achievements of Black women from Sojourner Truth to Mary McLeod Bethune and Toni Morrison. Since 1996, Congress has regularly passed resolutions honoring Black History Month. In February 1996, the Senate passed Senate Resolution 229 commemorating Black History Month and the contributions of Black American U.S. Senators." - Sourced from Library of Congress

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[howlingday]

Student: H-Hey! How did she do that?! She completely avoided that laser attack!

Jaune: (Headmaster) Simple. She did... nothing.

Student: ...What? How does doing nothing make you dodge lasers?

Jaune: It's like I said. She didn't do anything... on purpose, anyways.

Student: I... still don't get it.

Jaune: Ever heard the proverb, "Trees fall where reeds thrive"?

Jaune: It's took Ruby years to learn how to do what she did. If she second-guessed herself for even a hundredth of a second, she'd be as good as done. That's why Ruby Rose is the number one huntress in Remnant.

Jaune: A lot of huntresses and huntsmen take pride in where they've come from, while Ruby has learned to take things as they and let them wash over her.

That's why Ruby is so cool.