#TESC Works

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Artist Research

Heather Hansen

Heather Hansen is a performative and visual artist known for her kinetic drawing series. She has performed and exhibited in major cities throughout Asia, Europe and the U.S. Her work been featured repeatedly by Juxtapoz, Collosal, Fubiz, and Hi-Fructose among others. Originally from rural Idaho, Hansen graduated from TESC in dance and theater design. I liked heathers pieces as they show movement using charcoal. I thought that I could show the movement of fire through charcoal in a similar way to the process that Heather uses.

[felidthing]

Evergreen has not fully divested YET! The MOU is an agreement to create several task forces and enforce a timeline for the school to introduce changes. Evergreen doesn't know all it's investments because it's tied to UWs endowment, and students don't know because TESCs investments aren't public. part of the MOU requires Evergreen to make those public.

The MOU is the foot in the door, and enables students to come right back out and protest if Evergreen goes back on their word (which they have a history of doing). The document also had no language stating that any future encampments would void any of the agreements, so students can always just set right back up.

This agreement is a perfect opportunity to regroup and come back stronger for Nakba week, and going forward students will have to be diligent and pick up where seniors will have to leave off in keeping pressure on the school. The MOU is a great step, but it's not divestment. Students will have to keep working to reach that!

(this instagram post is well worded and i took a lot of info from it)

[the-entertaining-spacemans-club]

Insulting Romance

A/N: Let’s kick this blog revival off with a holiday appropriate shitfic eh? It’s an old one from the depths of my google doc hell, and it’s involving a mixed up ship mess from a very old dead multi-fandom roleplay forum.  Characters involved: Dean (SPN Canon), Sam (SPN Canon), Maebh (SPN OC), Deadpool (Marvel Canon), Fives (Star Wars Canon), SD-630 (Star Wars OC). Warnings: none, there’s mild threats of bodily harm and sexual jokes but nothing actually happens.

“Hey, you ready to go yet? Sam is freaking out being alone with Maebh.” His voice echoed up the stairs with mild annoyance etching his words.

“I don't get it, isn't this weird earth holiday all about couples? Shouldn't he not want you there? Why am I being dragged along?” Her questions barely preceded her down the stairs as she asked them in rapid succession.

“It is, it’s a dumb ‘earth holiday’ but Sam likes her and I'm just in it for the free lunch and to keep him from being… Well, Sammy.” Shrugging he leaned against the lobby wall and occupied himself with his obsolete car keys oblivious to being watched from the stairwell.

“Doesn't explain why I'm going… I don't want to be stuck in some pink plastered café surrounded by grotesque displays of adoration and happy couples.” She made a fake puking sound as she came into view to emphasize her point.

“You jealous? That's cute coming from little miss ‘let me introduce your face to my fist’. C’mon, we’ll cash in on a free lunch, make fun of all the happy couples, and then go drown our loneliness at the bar. It’ll be fun.” Alerted by the proximity of her voice he looked up in time to provide a lop sided convincing grin before ducking to avoid the boot thrown at his face.

“I'm not jealous!” Closing the distance between them she grabbed her boot and stepped back to sit on the steps to put it back on. “I just like to keep my food in my stomach where it belongs. Republic Clones and Jedi are bad enough on their own, Republic Clones and Jedi in love, out in public, on a romantic holiday? Throw me to a sarlacc please.” She couldn’t have rolled her eyes any harder as she let her thoughts stray to the blonde Jedi that had stepped in and shoved her out of the picture with a certain clone captain that she had since been avoiding.

“Uh huh… Either way, let’s go, I'm starving.” With that he opened the door and stepped out of the apartment complex into the sunny streets of the island's main town.

“Still never answered me. Don't you have any other friends you could drag along to this torture?” Catching up to him she nudged him playfully.

“None that are single, and I'm sure Jett would just love if I invited Teal along.” Rolling his eyes and dragging out Jett’s name unfavorably he continued, “Which leaves Maebh, who’s already there, and, oh look, you. So can you lighten up just a little and have fun for a change? Or are you programmed to not have fun?” 

“I'm a stormtrooper not a droid, I am perfectly capable of having fun.” With an almost growl like reply she nearly shoved him into a wall as they walked.

“Right, prove it then short stack.” Stopping at a door covered in hearts he grinned and opened it to a cacophony of slow soulful music, giggling chatter, and a familiar red masked mercenary singing along to Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight. 

“Damn, Wade outdid himself this time…” Ignoring the jab at her height, or lack there of standing next to the 6’ giant beside her, she scanned the crowded diner until she spotted the date they were crashing. “Look, there’s Sam and Maebh, so glad they took the corner booth, no one has to see me here with you on this puke worthy holiday.” 

“See you with me? I’m the embarrassing one? Didn’t you wreck your chances with a certain clone by being the embarrassing one?” Swaggering along beside her he nodded and grinned at each person that looked up at the pair of them with expressions of confusion or shock. 

“I did not! He was a pushover and that saber wielding witch used her damn dirty jedi mind tricks on him I know it.” She hissed as she slid into the booth seat opposite Sam and Maebh before narrowing her eyes at him for additional confirmation that he was being an idiot in her opinion. “You really know how to treat a lady don’t you?”

“A lady? Where?” He slid into the booth seat and immediately doubled over to rub his shin under the table. “Dude, ow.” His previous grin was replaced by a look of shocked indignation as he glared at his brother sitting across from, ignoring the muffled chuckling coming from both women at the table.

“That's not a very clever pick up line, no wonder you're single.” The blonde managed between her stifled laughs.

“I'm single. You're single. Coincidence? I think not.” he leaned over closer to her smiling broadly with a wink.

“Ok, if you are going to start that right now, you two are going to have to find your own table.” Sam coughed drawing their attention back to the collective group.

“Hey, you asked me to be here, I wasn't going to suffer alone. Besides, I figured maybe you could tell me, you ever danced with her?” His usual cocky grin secured in place as he asked.

“No… Why?” Sam, as well as Maebh and SD, stared at him with mixed looks of confusion and worry.

“I just figured someone that’s hot as hell, had to have danced with the devil a time or two.” The trio of groans were accompanied by howling laughter from the next table over, garnering their attention to see who was listening in on their conversation.

“Oi, Fives, unless you want to eat blaster bolts and leave your date with the check, act like this entire table doesn’t exist. Got it?” SD glared between Sam and Maebh at the clone trooper sitting behind them.

“Don't be like that SD, I'm sure your date wouldn't enjoy you taking time away from him to kick my ass today. I think it’s kinda sweet you found someone to share this earth holiday with.” Fives smiled while draping his arm over his own dates shoulder smirking back at her.

“My date?!” the rest of his words fell on deaf ears as her eye twitched in aggravation. “Move your ass Dean, I'm going to make him eat those words.” 

“Ouch, shot down by the droid captain herself. Knew you didn't have a heart SD.” With a wink he turned back to his table and continued to focus on his date.

“I really hope you got health insurance Fives, cause you're going to need an entire hospital to help you when I'm done with you!” Trying to physically push Dean out of the way she was determined to at the very least punch the clone in the face a few times if not outright stab him.

“Hey, if you were a droid, at least you'd be a HOT-obot. Can I just call you Optimus Fine?” Wiggling his eyebrows in a jesting manner he tried to defuse the situation before SD really did get up to start a fight with Fives.

“Wow Dean, and I thought we would be the ‘gross cute couple’ present. That was just, wow man.” Sam shook his head as Deadpool sauntered over with a tray of drinks in hand to take their order.

“So what can I get the barbershop quartet of murder and mayhem today?” Setting down the tray, he handed a beer to Dean, a glass of water to Sam, and a soda to either SD and Maebh. Tucking the now empty tray under his arm he smoothed out his apron. It was a baby pink thing with red hearts printed across that worked better than Dean's latest pick up line as both women at the table started laughing, even Sam and Dean couldn't help but chuckle.

“We all know you don't do menus, so what's the special today?” Maebh asked after composing herself.

“I'm glad you asked! Today we've got every assortment of pasta you could imagine, I highly recommend the spaghetti to share,” even with his hood on, his eyebrows raising suggestively did not go unnoticed, “as well as all the usual dishes. I focused more on the desserts than the entrees. Sundaes, giant brownies, cheesecakes, basically anything you can imagine is being whipped up!” 

“I don't know what ‘the usual dishes’ are… I'm assuming Earth food?” SD asked with one brow quirked displaying her obvious confusion at everything being said.

“Do you have Alfredo in that ‘every assortment’ of pastas? Been awhile since I had a good Alfredo. You'd probably like it SD, it’s just noodles and sauce.” Maebh gave her order and offered her suggestion to SD.

“Actually that sounds pretty good, make that two please.” Sam chimed in before Deadpool had a chance to answer. Without bothering to verbally confirm their order, he pulled a notepad from his apron pocket and jotted down before looking at Dean and SD.

“I don't even know what pasta is in the first place…”

“You wouldn't like Alfredo, it’s basically vegetarian. You’ll want something with red sauce, more meat.” Dean interjected knowing that someone with a love for carnage like the captain sitting beside him would not be a fan of anything even remotely vegetarian. 

“So the spaghetti to share for the killer couple, got it!” Deadpool didn't give them time to reject his choice for them before he skirted away from their table shouting towards the kitchen “I NEED TWO GREENS PEACE PLATES AND ONE LADY AND THE TRAMP!” 

“Oh hell, he better bring that out on separate plates I swear.” Dean sighed as he took a drink of his beer, grateful the mercenary always magically knew what everyone wanted to drink at least.

“Don't count on it.” Sam chuckled from his side of the table.

“While we're waiting, I got another question for you.” The second the words were out of Dean's mouth Maebh hung her head knowing no good was going to come from his statement.

“Uh, what?” Already not looking forward to whatever stupid thing he was about to say.

“Is that a mirror in your pocket?” With one brow raised and his shit eating grin back in place he waited for her answer.

“No?” Looking down at her pants oblivious to the punch line she wondered why he would have asked that.

“Because I can practically see myself in them.” His other brow raised as he mimicked Deadpool earlier suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“You'd have better luck seducing her blaster man!” Fives chimed in between laughs.

“Both of you can shut your mouths right now!” She hissed as it dawned on her what he said. “I only came along because you sounded so pathetic and desperate when you asked. This isn't a date, we are not involved romantically or casually, cut it out Dean.” 

“Oh come on, lighten up!” Playfully nudging her shoulder trying to get her out of the sour mood she was in he added, “I just like to stay on top of things. Want to be one of them?” 

“You're going to get stabbed-” Sam started up before Maebh interjected.

“Or shot.”

“Yes, or shot, and ruin the day for everyone here. I'm sorry he's like this SD. He's never had a woman actually say yes to spending Valentine's Day with him and it's clearly gotten to his head.” Sam explained trying to justify his brother's behavior and lower the tension. 

“How sad, makes sense though.” She didn't elaborate and even looked out the window when she caught the confused look on Dean's face.

“How the hell?” He asked looking from SD to Sam and Maebh completely bewildered.

“Because on a scale from one to ten, you're a one, and I'm the nine you need.” A slight smirk crept across her face as she refrained from looking back at him in a poor attempt to keep from laughing. Maebh cracked up though at her retaliation and in turn she couldn't help but start laughing as well.

“Oh! The stormtrooper thinks she's got jokes! That's pretty cute coming from someone who must've sat in a pile of sugar.” He almost started laughing when she scooted over in the seat to see if he was being serious or not. “Because you've got a pretty sweet ass.” 

“Tell me something I didn't know Darth Obvious.” With an amused snort she picked up her soda before noticing Deadpool coming back towards them with a tray of food. “Oh good, at least if your mouth is full you can't make anymore dumb jokes.”

“I got something that could fill your mouth.” He muttered quietly as he watched her start choking on her drink. 

“What the kark!” Having nearly snorted out her drink through her nose she had to take a moment to get her breath back as Deadpool set out their plates.

“Alfredo for you, Alfredo for you, and please wait until you're back at your own place before you start choking on things that are hard to swallow SD, my other patrons don't need to see that.” Setting down their large shared plate of spaghetti he made a quick exit away from their table to go check on other lunch dates before SD could retaliate amidst the rest of their table laughing heartily. 

Still coughing on her drink she could only glare at him as he walked off before she could reply or at least throw a knife at him. She knew it wouldn't have done any real damage to him, but it would have made her feel better that even he had gotten a jab in at her expense. 

“Hey, calm down, you'll want to save your energy for tonight after all.” Dean grinned as Sam and Maebh groaned. 

“Can you at least keep it clean so I can keep my food down?” Sam pleaded as he took a bite of his food and mumbled about how good it was, to which Maebh mumbled back around a bite herself. 

“I make no promises, it's hard to keep it clean when you've got a health hazard sitting next to you.” 

“Hey Dean?” The almost innocent nature of her question was concerning all on its own.

“Yeah?” Watching her nervously he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind to get out of the way but he stayed sitting anyways.

“You dropped something.” Looking past him at the floor beside their booth she kept up the casual tone and calm façade.

“What?” Following her gaze he didn't see anything and became confused. “No I didn't?”

“Yeah, you did…” taking advantage of him leaning towards the floor, she shoved him out of the seat before adding “your standards.” While he flailed futility to try and keep himself from falling, she took a bite of the weird mess of food sitting before her and grinned. “At least your taste in food isn't terrible.”

“You just called yourself low standard, you know that right?” He asked as he got back into his seat.

“I never said mine were great either.” She muttered as they continued to eat their meals with minimal conversation. 

When their plates were mostly empty, and after a short battle for the last meatball, Deadpool came back around with drink refills. “And what can I get you all to satisfy your sweet tooth? Brownies? Ice cream? Both? Cake? Pie? -”

Almost simultaneously SD and Dean's faces lit up at the mention of pie as they perked up and asked “Pie?” Gaining them a chuckle from Sam and Maebh who both knew Dean loved pie more than any other food except maybe burgers. Looking from Deadpool to one another skeptically they spoke up at the same time again.

“You actually know what pie is?!”

“Pie is an Earth food?!”

“If I hadn't already met God, I'd think he was real now. A woman after my own heart.” He wiped away a fake tear as Deadpool took the moment to throw a handful of candy hearts in the air above them bringing both out of their shock to glare up at him in annoyance as the hard candies pelted them mercilessly. 

“What the kark Deadpool! What are these things?” SD hissed as she picked one up and saw that it had words on it. “Cutie Pie? Is this some kind of joke?” 

“The only joke here is that you might have actually found someone SD.” Fives piped up after being silent for too long. “Ouch! Those things hurt!” He ducked down before she could throw another one at the back of his head.

“So I think it's obvious they want pie, but can we get a Sunday please?” Maebh interjected before SD and Fives started up again.

“Of course! All the toppings?” He asked, looking at Sam and Maebh ignoring SD and Dean shaking candy hearts out of their shirts.

“Yeah? Sam?” She asked not sure if he had any allergies she should be considerate of.

“Anything you want, I'm not a big dessert person anyways.” Seeing the slightly dejected look at his words he quickly added “I'll still have a few bites though.” 

“HEY SLADE I NEED A BANANA BOAT AND A COUPLE SLICES OF YOUR GRANDMA'S BLUE RIBBON!” He shouted as he started down the row of booths to take other dessert orders and shower more unknowing patrons with hard sugary treats.

“Seriously though, what are these things?” SD asked the rest of the table as she picked a few more up to read them. Pulling a disgusted face at one that read 'soul mates’ before flicking it away from her.

“They're candy with silly messages printed on them,” Maebh answered as she picked a few up to read as well. “Though there's some X-rated ones mixed in… not surprising coming from Deadpool though.” 

“Hey, SD…” Dean held out a heart that clearly Deadpool had somehow managed to make and mix into the regular cutesy ones that read ‘nice ass’. 

With a grin she picked through the ones on the table and held one up in reply 'eat me’. Of course she had meant it in a 'go fuck yourself’ kind if way not knowing it was intentionally one of the dirty ones mixed in.

“If you insist, we'll need that pie to go though.” Leaning closer to her he held out another ‘lets bang!’.

“I may not have a heart, but know a few other ways to get blood pumping.” She grinned as she spoke up enough for Fives to hear. The resounding sputtering of a drink was all the response she needed to start laughing her ass off. For additional effect, added for Sam and Maebh's benefit, while pushing Dean out of the booth she tacked on a “Sorry to have to bail on you guys early, but I can think of better places to enjoy a slice of pie among other things.”

“Wait, seriously?” Stunned by what was going on he didn't really have the mental capacity to object or question her as she flagged down Deadpool and dragged him along. 

“What just happened?” Maebh asked Sam, equally confused.

“Dean just met his match is what just happened.” He chuckled as he leaned back into the booth seat to relax.

[fatcatpd]

Collage work done by Kieran Castañeda

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[the-entertaining-spacemans-club]

I wasn't planning for this to be this long, but it's the first thing that's really gotten my dumb brain to spew words in a long time so I'm not complaining.

This is the part of town where we used to live. It's been rebuilt since then. What an improvement from the pile of rubble we fled from that day.

New York may be known as the city that never sleeps, because of its lustrous nightlife scene and sky blotting buildings that deceive the senses on how late it is or isn't. Just a hop, skip, and a jump over though in Manhattan, they didn't sleep for an entirely different reason. Afterall, it's hard to shut your eyes when you know there are monsters lurking outside your window. Watching, waiting, leaving steamy clouds across the glass with each foul smelling breath. Closing the curtains never did any good either, they could hear your breath go shallow with sleep if you did manage to doze off for more than a couple minutes at a time. 

That was why no one lived alone. If you didn't have a significant other, you had a roommate or three. No matter who you lived with, you slept in shifts, always, without question. Otherwise you risked waking up to shattering glass and hot saliva dripping down your cheek seconds before you took your last breath. When you saw a broken window or a busted door, you didn't question it. You crossed your chest, whispered a prayer, and went about your business. By then it was too late to call paramedics or the police anyways. 

Finally the US government took action, after accepting your neighbor had likely become dinner was a commonplace thought, suddenly they cared about us. We all knew what they really cared about though, and it certainly wasn't our lives. They were only concerned with the creatures spreading and putting their lives at risk.

The bombs eradicated most of them; however, they eradicated most of us too. The screaming, both of monsters and of men, was a sound that the survivor's would never forget so long as they lived. The smell either for that matter. The searing flesh of those disgusting grimey beasts, mingled with the smoke and dust from crumbling buildings and a city on fire. There are few events in history that can compare to the raw carnage of that day, and the days that followed. Once the smoke had cleared the military moved in and handled the remaining creatures. Only after they were sure they had gotten them all did they sweep back through to help the living.

"You will be given temporary shelter, food, and even jobs, while your lives are rebuilt. We are here for you. We care about you."

What a load of shit. What could you expect from the government though?

They put everyone up in the cheapest motels they could possibly find. Not even subpar hotels that you got for booking a last minute vacation, but ultimately didn't mind because you knew you wouldn't be spending much time in it anyways. No, these were the kind of scummy motels where the cockroaches didn't even fear the light being turned on. They just stopped scuttling to stare you down for a moment before remembering what they were doing and going about their little roach lives, like somehow you were the insignificant one in the exchange. 

The food was equally disgusting and laughable, expired MRE's had more flavor and nutrition than the daily meals handed out to the displaced. Those who were able to get access to their banks to have new cards sent out were hardly better off. The motels were scattered along empty stretches of highway in the middle of nowhere. No grocery stores or fast food joints in sight; still, gas station food was better than the rations. 

For the first few months there was hope that things might improve, that somehow this was indeed only temporary. Some took matters into their own hands and considered it an opportunity to move to new cities. Perhaps the bombing was secretly a blessing in disguise for them. Others became close with their motel neighbors, and over time the motels became a little less scummy as they morphed into a strangely comforting community of refugees. 

By the one year mark, it seemed that most had accepted their motel community life and forgotten the terrors of before. They seemed happier than they had been in the years prior as they cowered from the demons stalking them in the shadows. If you took a walk around the place at night though, you could hear the crying and the muffled screams as nightmares reminded them of the things the sun made distant memories out of. 

Three years, that's what it took for them to make Manhattan habitable again.

I had long since moved out of the motel and into an apartment in Cleveland. My job had thankfully been more than accommodating in finding me a place at a branch there. They even offered to give me a position at the reopened Manhattan branch if I had wanted to move back.

I politely informed them that I would need time to think on it. Did I want to live there again without her? Would the nightmares come back if I even considered it? Could the monsters come back? What if they hadn't actually eradicated all of them? These were the things I thought about on repeat for the seven and a half hour drive back there. If I could handle one weekend, perhaps I could handle moving back. Cleveland was nice, but it wasn't home. Then again, nowhere was really home without her.

I had planned to avoid that area like the plague it was in my memories. Opting to take a walk through some of the more business oriented areas to take in the new buildings with the old shops crammed in just as before. It was almost comforting how quickly things looked normal once the all clear to move back was given. Without realizing it, that familiarity had me following a well known route that had sat dormant in my mind since that night. In that moment,  as I stood outside the newly built replacement building, I thanked the light drizzle of rain that hid my tears from passing strangers.

This was the part of town where we used to live. 

prompt 1719

Start a paragraph off with this sentence and see where it takes you.

This is the part of town where we used to live.

[robertfrancis4]

Schizophrenia

My name is Robert Francis. I am a mental health talk-therapist (a Licensed Clinical Social Worker- LCSW) who has lived with schizophrenia for 25+ years. My passion belies, “The On Conquering Schizophrenia Project”! My mission is creating and disseminating excellent content on all matters schizophrenia! Here is a breakdown of my “Project”!

I wrote two books on living with schizophrenia. Both books combine clinical and lived experience perspectives. My first book, published in 2019, is titled “On Conquering Schizophrenia; From the Desk of a Therapist and Survivor; With Purview on Metaphysics, Philosophy, and Theology”. I call it “OCS” for short! OCS is philosophical. My second book, published in 2021, is “The Essential Schizophrenia Companion; With Foreword by Elyn R Saks, PhD, JD”. I call it “TESC” for short. TESC was my mission to provide others what I deem to be the absolute crucial essentials one should know regarding schizophrenia. Dr Elyn Saks wrote the foreword to TESC. If you do not know Dr Saks, google her and you will find her legend! I remain most grateful for her gracious contribution!

I have a YouTube channel called “On Conquering Schizophrenia”. I create one new video each day on all matters schizophrenia. I keep the videos brief because, really, who has a surplus of time lol?!

I conduct and disseminate interviews with some of the leading experts in the world on schizophrenia, its research, and its practice. My mission is to bring such expertise to those with schizophrenia, their families (and/or their support networks), and to mental health professionals.

I have been interviewed several times regarding my work on schizophrenia. I am also currently a consumer voice on a 5-year schizophrenia related research project.

I harbor sugar plum notions of creating a podcast on all matters schizophrenia lol!

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The claim accuses Evergreen State of "fostering a racially hostile work and retaliatory environment" by encouraging the student protests that forced Weinstein to flee campus for his own safety.

The students were upset with Weinstein for objecting to a "Day of Absence" event that called for white students and faculty to leave campus for a day of diversity programming.

Bret Weinstein, the Evergreen State College professor who was driven from campus by a mob of students earlier this year, is preparing to file a $3.8 million claim against the public institution.According to documents obtained by Campus Reform, Weinstein and his wife, Heather Heying, have filed a standard Tort Claim form against Evergreen State for a sum of $3,850,000.

The legal document was signed by the couple’s attorney and received by Washington’s Department of Enterprise Services Office of Risk Management on July 5.The official claim follows a litigation hold request sent out in early June, asking the school’s employees to retain and preserve all evidence that relates to the 2017 “Day of Absence;” the student-led protests on campus that took place during the last school year; and any records that relate to Weinstein, his wife, activist professor Naima Lowe, and administrator Rashida Love.[RELATED: Evergreen prof publicly berated peers on ‘Equity Council’]“Please be on notice that this demand covers not only those records covered by any public records acts but those which are or were communicated by private means of any type including but not limited to email and photography. 

This demand should be immediately distributed campus-wide to all faculty and staff,” Weinstein and Heying wrote on June 4.“Take note that the destruction or alteration of evidence is a felony,” the document added. “This demand is made in contemplation of litigation. Please promptly acknowledge receipt of this communication and confirm that you will comply.”

In an email to Campus Reform, Weinstein’s attorney underscored that the $3.8 million is a total claimed on behalf of both professors collectively “for the hostile work environment that has been fostered at the college over the past year or so.”He also noted that there is “no current litigation” at this point, since a tort claim must be filed “at least 60 days prior to initiating legal action” in the state of Washington.[RELATED: Student may sue Evergreen State over off-campus gun ban]Campus Reform also obtained hundreds of pages of documents, including emails and social media posts, that relate to the requested litigation hold in June and the tort claim in July.Email exchanges reviewed by Campus Reform feature harsh criticisms of Weinstein’s political views and calls for his termination, including one email sent by a faculty emerita that blasts Weinstein’s appearance on Fox News and his public comments about the racial tensions in Evergreen.

“Bret, I don't know what you were thinking. By describing yourself to Tucker [Carlson] as a ‘deeply progressive person’ you provided him ammunition for the claim that ‘the crazies are even going after progressives!!!,’” part of the email reads.

“I hope that you won't deepen your relation with Fox or pass on more raw material for Tucker's ‘campus craziness’ show,” the missive continues. 

“I have no doubt that you and your family are suffering due to recent missives and events; but so are many others on campus.”Other communications include “A Letter to the campus and Bret Weinstein from some Jews bent on the destruction of White Supremacy,” that calls for the termination of Weinstein’s employment.“We want to talk about the ways that Weinstein is positioning himself as a Jew to invalidate the claims of racism being raised against him,” the letter begins.

“Bret Weinstein is wrong, he has put you in danger, and we will not allow him to hide behind our histories in order to dodge responsibility for his abhorrent and reprehensible words and actions,” it concludes. “NO COPS ON CAMPUS!!! FIRE BRET WEINSTEIN!!! BLACK LIVES MATTER!!!”

The factual narrative submitted alongside the tort claim argues that Evergreen State “has permitted, cultivated, and perpetuated a racially hostile and retaliatory work environment,” asserting that “Through a series of decisions made at the highest levels, including to officially support a day of racial segregation, the College has refused to protect its employees from repeated provocative and corrosive verbal and written hostility based on race, as well as threats of physical violence.

”[RELATED: Students accuse Weinstein of hiding behind Jewishness]Weinstein’s attorney also maintains that the college has “failed to set and enforce necessary boundaries in the workplace on campus, selectively has chosen not to enforce its student Code of Conduct, and sent the unmistakable message that the school will tolerate (and even endorse) egregious violations (and even crimes) purportedly to advance racial social goals, diminishing the collegiate experience for all, and fostering a racially hostile work and retaliatory environment for faculty and staff.”

Additionally, the factual narrative of the case blasts the college for its policy on the “Day of Absence,” an event that asked for white students faculty and staff to leave campus for a day of diversity programming.

“On its official website, the College asserted that it had never asked whites to leave campus on the Day of Absence—a demonstrably false statement.

 It also asserts that ‘demonstrations were nonviolent and took place...in isolated areas of the college,’ which is also false,” the attorney states.“In doing so, TESC [The Evergreen State College] continued to support its racially discriminatory conduct, publicly rejecting Professor Weinstein’s complaints of racial segregation for which he has been repeatedly excoriated, threatened, attacked, and wrongly accused of being a racist in the workplace, for months,” the narrative concludes.

[maybekatherine]

IMPORTANT!!!

This is a copy/paste from Facebook about the protests at the Evergreen State College. The mainstream media is running wild with a single white man’s lies about the situation here, and the school’s administration has done absolutely nothing to contradict it, leaving it to the students to try to counteract the dominant narrative through social media all on their own.

Please, PLEASE reblog this. This has gotten to the point where people are literally trying to hit black and brown students with their cars when they’re off campus. One of my Native classmates cannot go downtown without a white escort. I was in a terrifying situation Friday night where a white supremacist nearly pulled a gun on the black students I was with, and then tried to get in the house after we locked the doors and hid upstairs. White supremacists are feeling emboldened by the fact that even liberal media is buying into what Bret Weinstein is saying. The dominant narrative HAS to be changed, or people WILL die.

COPY/PASTE This is an "Evergreen myths vs truths" sheet prepared by a fellow TESC student. It's a good introduction to anyone trying to understand this situation (and the student gave me permission to repost it, so feel free to copy and paste it) the rumors/myths/untruths are marked by number; the accurate statements are all marked by the letter "a":

Want to know what is actually happening at Evergreen!? Don't listen to media sources that constantly report fake news and news that is only partially true. I work and go to school at Evergreen, and I was actually here.

This is a small list of false claims made by several sources:

1. The protests were about Bret a. 1 ten minute protest was about Bret. The others were about the administration continually dismissing acts of racism on campus aimed at students, faculty, and staff.

2. Bret was blocked in his classroom for five hours a. Again, this protest was only about ten minutes

3. Professors and administration were run off campus by students a. Nobody was run off campus. Students protested, loudly, but they did not force anybody off campus. I was at the protest. Students went to a faculty meeting and asked faculty to participate in the protest, faculty willingly left their meeting and joined the protest.

4. Day of Absence required all white people to leave campus a. Day of Absence has been around for 30+ plus years where there are workshops both on campus and off campus related to diversity training and racism. Traditionally, workshops for students, faculty, and staff that identify as people of color have been held on campus and diversity trainings and workshops for white faculty, students, and staff have been held on campus. This year the training and workshop locations were switched. Nobody is required to participate in this event. In reality, there were only about 200 spaces available for white students, faculty, and staff to participate in off-campus training at a school that has somewhere over 3,000-4,000 white students alone. Nobody has ever been required to be on or off campus during this day. Bret was never asked to leave campus. He was only sent a mass email which invites students, faculty, and staff to participate so that they can reserve their spot. All students, faculty, and staff were also invited to a movie on campus this day. I was on campus this day, it could not have been more ordinary. A side note: The emails stated explicitly that students, faculty, and staff should participate in whichever workshops they feel comfortable in.

5. Students protested Bret because he chose to hold his class on campus during day of absence. a. Students protested outside of Bret’s classroom because he has a history of “reply all” emails where he spouts tone-deaf bullshit and demeans other faculty and staff. An example of his tone deaf statements, he said that he was a better authority to speak about racism because he was a scientist. Bret is not a person of color. Faculty that act like adults and not martyrs show up to teach classes this day without sending bullshit “reply all” emails and have never been harassed or protested.

6. Bret and other white people have no say in Day of Absence/Day of Presence. a. Bret was invited multiple times to participate in the planning of Day of Absence. Bret sent “reply all” emails that he wasn’t invited to participate. Faculty and staff sent “reply all” emails and private emails with days, times, and locations of planning meetings and was invited (before and after he accused people of not inviting him). Bret never attended.

7. White people are being discriminated against. a. No. Reverse racism is not real. In fact, you can often find white supremacist propaganda and graffiti posted around the school. Evergreen is also the whitest school I have ever been to, Evergreen and Olympia are alarmingly white. Out of my entire program, only a few students are people of color and all faculty that I am aware of in my program are white.

8. Students ran the school. a. Not even partly true. Students demanded change from an administration that continually ignores racism directed at students, faculty, and staff. Students feel the new president has not done enough against racism on campus compared to the college’s previous president. Classes at evergreen are co-taught. Racism is so bad on this campus that faculty have dropped from classes they were teaching because of racist co-teachers.

Also worth noting, students that led the protests were young and fresh out of high school. People this age understandably make mistakes. They could have been more organized for sure. The problem is that Bret is an adult and should act like one. His white-male fragileness has made him feel like a victim. Instead of handling this through the appropriate channels, such as the college itself, he aired his grievances to controversial media sources and continues to do so.

Some of the shows that he has appeared on has called for white supremacist rallies at the college. Because Bret's ego is so fragile, he has put students, faculty, and staff at risk and although his colleagues are receiving direct death threats and students have been threatened to be slaughtered, Bret continues to spout bullshit through controversial media. Bret was never going to be fired for being a tone-deaf idiot. But now that he has put so many lives in danger because of his recklessness, I believe he should be.

[clara-anderson]

Wizard Concept 001

Illustrated by me ~ Written by @isaachollandsworth

Wizard Concept 001 was sold at OCF, and later distributed around TESC campus as a free zine. And now, here it is in three sets…as good old PNGs!

I won’t hyperlink the sets, because due to the way tumblr works, that wouldn’t help anybody. Find them on my blog! (Tagged wizard concept 001)

[stonedscully]

Evergreen State College

I’m usually not one to speak out on political matters, or even social matters when it comes to the general public at least; I like respecting everyone’s ideas, even if I do not agree with it at times, I try my hardest to not let prejudice get to me. That is why it may be confusing that I am attending The Evergreen State College in the fall. After everything that has happened, it saddens me to know that people will let anger only fuel the stereotypes people assume of “radical” liberals and POCs that deserve better treatment and are only (predictably) judged and looked down on-or even mocked for their hard work.

I have family members who try to discourage me from attending TESC, simply because I am white and they honestly worry about my safety. I am still going to Evergreen, not because I have no options (I was accepted to 2 other schools), but because I love the alternative teaching style as my early education was very similar to Evergreen’s. Because their classes and schedules are just what I’ve been craving from Literature and Writing courses, and the Olympia area is teeming with music and theater culture. I will stand with the rights of students, with civil protest and respect.

[the-entertaining-spacemans-club]

Something from the void stirs...

This is the first and likely the last time you will get any personal information about me.

My name is not actually Tes. However, Tes (short and easily pronounceable version of T.E.S.C.) is the name I will be going by on this blog. Part of the point of this blog is to remain anonymous and keep my life and my writing separate.

Why?

Simple. Growing up I loved writing, I still do obviously or I wouldn’t be posting this right now. My family though, was not supportive of any of my creative endeavors. I don’t just mean they dismissed it as a dumb hobby, that would have actually been nice compared. Oh no, my father actually threw away notebooks upon notebooks of novel attempts, short stories, world building, doodles. The man outright told me that I’d get nowhere in life wasting my time with writing and drawing. We do get along now that I’m off on my own life ventures, so long as I keep my hobbies to myself at family social events.

Throw some severe, crippling, social anxiety on top of that, and you have the delightfully idiotic mess that is myself. I’m stupidly nervous about publicly sharing the bullshit that I write. So my anonymity is my way of saying “fuck it, you can do this, just throw those stupid words out into the world and let them do their funky little thing!”

My posts will range from parts of shitfics, drabbles, one shots, the weird things my mind decides must be written, pieces of character bios, and the results of prompts from the handful of prompt books I’ve been collecting. Some things I’ve already written will be broken into smaller parts, and you may get these weird little series in a row. Other times you may not get a sequel part for a few months because I lost the muse for it and then suddenly refound it. Some things will not make sense because they are based off friends original characters as well as my own, while other things might be strictly canon characters from shows/movies you know and love.

Basically what I’m saying here, is expect this to be really fucking random at times. Expect fluffy diabetes drabbles, expect bloody gore and torture fics, be prepared for things that sound like I’m on drugs (though I assure you I’m not, drunk sometimes yes, high, no.), and there might be some straight up shit posts of things I wrote entirely for comedic relief.

Having said all that...

Cheers!

[screamhole]

GET OUT OF THE CAFE

For a few months in early 2016 I worked in the cafe of a supermarket chain. I won’t say which one, out of politeness. Also, if you really want to know, you can probably still find me in their car park at 3:00 am every night, eating a £3 falafel wrap like that’s a day’s work to be proud of. ‘Wow’, you might be thinking, ‘a part-time, minimum-wage, after-school job? You seem a little bit overqualified and 25 for that’. Yes, that’s right. I was working mostly with sixth-formers who took 15 cigarette breaks and stole their weight in sausage sandwiches every day. But it was enough to prevent my family looking at me like there was a video of me eating shit on Youtube. It also meant I didn’t have to actually internalise any of the values of Tesc- I mean A General Supermarket. Fuck, how do I edit that out wait SHIT this isn’t Google...  It’s fine, they can’t get upset at me anyway because most of this is made up. In fact, I’ll present it to you like I’m recalling a past life, so it’s even less convincing (don’t worry, I’ll let you know the real bits by kicking you under the table). Ok here I go, back to that dark, dark place in my past: It’s the past. It’s horrible. It’s a cafe. Coffee and shit, you get the idea. The customers are approaching. None of them knows what they’re ordering. I suppose it doesn’t matter; I struggle to make everything equally. They’re angry at me. I’m slow, and my hat makes my head look weird. More of them are coming, literally in coachloads. An endless stream of them. 60 year-old couples. They all approach the 3-column coffee menu and ask for ‘a coffee’, then act confused when I tell them that we don’t sell that, and they’ll have to be more specific. I feel myself ageing as they look upsettingly-closely at the menu again.  ‘Could I have an Americana, please?’  I wince visibly at this, and have to scald my hand with hot milk for an excuse.  ‘An Americana?’, I repeat.  ‘Yes’, she nods. ‘Two please’ The customer is always right, they told me. You need this job. Give them what they want.    ‘Fucking, hold on...’ I say, pulling on a pair of Levi jeans, tuning my Fender Telecaster, and trying to find the lyrics for ‘I’m on Fire’ and ‘Dancing in the Dark’.  There’s this (I’m not doing the dumb italics past life shit anymore, by the way) to be said for cafe work: it’s a great way to lose any attachment you have to humanity. Nothing highlights how long we have left as a species more clearly than the waste that comes out of a supermarket cafe - it’s a model for the fall of mankind. You look at tables and think, ‘They only had a tea and a newspaper. Why does this look like a crime scene?’ No one can just put their cups away neatly. Or do nothing to them. They always feel like they’re helping out by packing the latte glasses so tightly with tissues and crisp packets that you could shoot it like a musket, or a septic party popper. Most of my job was disarming these without blowing my head off with phlegm and beans.   More than upsetting, though, it was aggressively tedious. Some days never seemed to end. There was always one person between me and closing on time. Some man would decide to sit for hours, without an iPhone or laptop; just three losing scratch-cards and a tap water, looking out wistfully onto the car-park for 30 minutes like they’ve finished a novel. I could at least relate to them if they had a book. I can imagine sitting there after turning the final page and wondering ‘oh, I wonder what she meant when she told him ‘not too soon’...’. But what’s the scratch-card equivalent? ‘Oh, I wish I won that money. I wonder what it meant that I didn’t win that money’. Fucking ‘go home now’, that’s what it means. Go home, and let me go home, to the slightly different flavour of shit I have there.  Don’t work in a cafe, that was my point. It’s like shop-work on hard mode, and all you end up with is too much empathy for the people who work in them. I remember how visibly mentally ill I was every second I was behind that counter, so now I fear for my life every time I ask a barista for something unreasonable like a cup or my correct change. Stay ignorant, keep ordering your ‘a coffee’, and never get a job. So happy I solved that for you. 

[kadobeclothing]

After Ulrika Jonsson’s furious letter to her breasts, five Sun writers pen notes to their own boobs – The Sun

THESE writers have something to get off their chest. After Ulrika Jonsson penned a furious letter to her breasts, five Sun writers want to share their thoughts on their bosom. 9 ‘Seriously, t*ts. You get on my t*ts’, said Ulrika JonssonCredit: Rex FeaturesUlrika, 52, took to Instagram last week to complain about the fluctuating size and shape of her assets. She told how she had a breast reduction in 2009, to flatter her shape,  but the menopause had caused them to inflate. And having unexpectedly lost weight recently, she has watched her bosom shrink and lose “volume”. The mum-of-four ended her blistering rant: “Seriously, t*ts. You get on my t*ts.” Here, Page 3 girls Rhian Sugden and Peta Todd, and writers Bella Battle, Samantha Brick, and Luce Brett reveal what their breasts have meant to them over the years. 9 The Sun’s story on Ulrika’s rant at to her boobs’While you’ve still got it, flaunt it’ Rhian Sugden says: Hey Girls,  You’ve had many names over the years, chosen by boyfriends, instagrammers and Page 3 fanatics, but to me you will always be the Girls. I am forever grateful for the opportunities you have given me in my life – you have opened up more doors for me than any man ever has. 9 I love the fact that you are a pair of show-offs. No matter how much I try to cover you up, you always, somehow, manage to let the world know you existMy glorious boobs, thanks for being such troupers and going with the flow when I decided I wanted to flash you to the general public. Twelve years and counting you’ve done me proud, Girls. What with your late arrival into my life I felt the need to show those bullies, who called me flat-chested, that good things come to those who wait. I love the fact that you are a pair of show-offs. No matter how much I try to cover you up, you always, somehow, manage to let the world know you exist. I’m sorry for threatening to slice you off to a smaller cup size but your endless fluctuations can be quite stressful at times. Some days you make it difficult for me to run up the stairs, and my dance moves are no longer my own – you certainly know how to steal my thunder. 9 I am forever grateful for the opportunities you have given me in my life – you have opened up more doors for me than any man ever has.But I just want to say thanks for always being the front of house and shaping my clothes nicely. Most of all, thanks for giving me the opportunity to forge a career where I have been able to earn a living and become one of the longest-standing Page 3 girls. Without you this would have been impossible. I’m forever grateful for your existence and my femininity exudes because of you. I promise to be more supportive in our ups and downs, and I dread the day that gravity takes over and you have to stare at the ground. Until then – while you’ve still got it, flaunt it. Love, Rhian Sugden ‘Girls, you were my suit of armour’ Peta Todd says: Ahhhh boobs, My dear old not-quite-as-gravity-defying-as-you-once-were boobs. For almost a decade you paid my wages and became a suit of armour, protecting me from the judgments of who I was because of my Page 3 job. 9 I have both loved and loathed ‘the girls’ over the years but I am not them and they are not me.Credit: Alison Webster – The SunI found it easier to brush off the stereotype when people made assumptions about the type of person that was behind the bra. At school, I knew I was the same person I was before puberty hit but now I needed bigger shirts that fitted properly. When you developed almost overnight, it prompted girls at school to snipe that I “stuffed my bra” and boys to suddenly care what I had to say. I found it confusing that the size of my crop top could change how people thought of me. I quickly learned it was about them, not me or my bra size, and I couldn’t let it affect how I viewed my body. Do I sometimes wish you were smaller so I could wear nice tops and pretty bras? Yup. Or at least lighter so I didn’t get huge dips in my shoulders from their weight? For sure. 9 I found it confusing that the size of my crop top could change how people thought of meCredit: Stewart Williams – The SunI certainly do wish society didn’t define our intelligence or worth by a cup size. But when I think of you, my boobs now, I don’t think of the magazine covers or the dirty looks from girls thinking I had them “on display” on purpose, when I had actually tried to hide them. I think of my babies tucked in, close to my heart as they took their first breath. I can feel a clammy hand of a restless toddler inside my top for comfort and them shouting out “boooobies” when I’m getting dressed. I have both loved and loathed “the girls” over the years but I am not them and they are not me. But together our story certainly hasn’t been boring. Love Peta Todd ‘Your small size pleases me greatly’ Samantha Brick says: Hey Girls! I am celebrating my 49th birthday next month and I want to say thank you for getting me this far. When I admire you in the mirror, you please me greatly. You haven’t headed south. You don’t droop. You haven’t a single stretch mark. You certainly haven’t given me any back pain, either. Granted your 34B size swells a bit just before my period, but if anything, I like you even more then. 9 When I admire you in the mirror, you please me greatlyI know I wasn’t always happy with you and for that I am sorry. In my late teens, when I was stuck with a tiny cleavage, I was dead frustrated. Back then Samantha Fox had glorious D cups. That’s why I toyed with the idea of tinkering with your size. In my 20s I wanted Baywatch-sized boobs, but thank God I didn’t get them. The ease with which we were booked to go under the knife put me off for starters. That’s why, in my 30s, I visited another – more sensible – surgeon, who advised me to pop bags filled with rice into each cup of the bra size I thought I wanted. When I did, I was horrified – I was Dolly  Parton-esque. That was 15 years ago. Since then I’ve been very happy to say “I’ve got small boobs”. Small boobs are Mother Nature’s best kept secret. You look perfectly perky braless in a vest top, string bikini or boob tube. That’s why I bloody love you girls. Love Samantha Brick ‘Even when I dieted you’d stick around’ Luce Brett says: You two, You exceeded expectations (and regular sizes) from the start. You were easy to hate, wobbling, heavy as others wore pretty crop tops. You always upstaged me, entered rooms first and restricted my choice of wedding dress. 9 You gave me a view I’ll never forget – a little head, feeding, my sons bobbing and snugglingI resented it when people stared or spoke to you, not to my face. When strangers gawped – or worse – groped you I wanted to shout, “This is my body, not a fashion choice. They aren’t who I am”. But life went on. I accepted that even when I dieted you just stuck around, belligerently buxom. You shone when my babies came. Midwives helped you to feed. Pumps increased supply. And soon you were my resilient “lucky t*ts”, the good news after a long and gruelling delivery. You gave me a view I’ll never forget – a little head, feeding, my sons bobbing and snuggling. Sagging, and still needing some support, you emerged a monument to the ups and downs of womanhood. Like me, a little broken, stretch-marked from ambition and hard work but still hanging on. In mid-life you are a reminder, too. We all know too many who have lost a boob – had them removed, cut up, rebuilt. We’ve seen too many women in that medical nightmare after a cell went rogue.You had another lesson for me last year, when we lost a friend. Whatever shape or size you are, you are at least still here. And I am grateful, very grateful, for that. Love Luce Brett MYSTIC MEG January 31: When you meet a friend for coffee your new love should be there too SO RAD Cleaning fans hail tip of using your radiator to make your house smell fresh MAGIC CARPET B&M’s selling fluffy rugs for £2 and they come in Mrs Hinch’s favourite grey TESC-NO Furious mum demands Tesco remove their ‘weird’ Valentine’s Day card for kids SEX ED Love Island sex positions lowdown – the Mermaid, Candle, Butter Churner and Turtle CROWNING GLORY Kate Middleton can borrow Queen’s jewels after ‘befriending Angela Kelly’  ‘You’re actually a pair of riotous smashers’ Bella Battle says: Dear Funbags, Oh how I hated you when I was young. Longing to be girlish and slight, I prayed for a neat handful so I wouldn’t need a bra in summer. Instead, you bounded on the scene like two ungainly terriers squabbling over a squeaky toy. Poring over magazine articles on “his biggest physical turn-offs”, I was convinced you were all wrong. Boobs that were “right” resembled plump little peaches with a tiny cherry on top. You were like a very drunk version of that. 9 My friends may mourn the perky boobs of their youth but I secretly, guiltily, welcome them to my clubCredit: Olivia West – The SunYou wobbled too much, you couldn’t be bothered to stand to attention, and (your worst sin) you played merry hell with the nipple-to-breast ratio. I quite liked that you were big but I was otherwise deeply ashamed of you. Years later, I see what a waste of energy all that misery was –  you’re actually a pair of riotous smashers. I give less of a toss about perfection the older I get. So where once I wanted a refund, now I’m pretty chuffed with you. You make me feel powerful and sexy. I know what clothes flatter you and men seem to love you. Even better, I love you. Of course, it helps that gravity and children have levelled the playing field around me. My friends may mourn the perky boobs of their youth but I secretly, guiltily, welcome them to my club. I’ve also seen women I love wrestle with breast cancer, forced to rebuild the jigsaw of their femininity after mastectomies. So I know how lucky I am to have you. I buy lingerie that flatters and hugs, rather than tortures you. I recently weighed you on some kitchen scales at a party. I intend to cherish every single second you remain perched higher than my navel. Yours gratefully Bella Battle Ulrika Jonsson ‘goes back 30 years’ as she does the weather on GMB  Source link

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[robertfrancis4]

Schizophrenia

My name is Robert Francis. I am a mental health talk-therapist (a Licensed Clinical Social Worker- LCSW) who has lived with schizophrenia for 25+ years. My passion belies, “The On Conquering Schizophrenia Project”! My mission is creating and disseminating excellent content on all matters schizophrenia! Here is a breakdown of my “Project”!

1. I wrote two books on living with schizophrenia. Both books combine clinical and lived experience perspectives. My first book, published in 2019, is titled “On Conquering Schizophrenia; From the Desk of a Therapist and Survivor; With Purview on Metaphysics, Philosophy, and Theology”. I call it “OCS” for short! OCS is philosophical. My second book, published in 2021, is “The Essential Schizophrenia Companion; With Foreword by Elyn R Saks, PhD, JD”. I call it “TESC” for short. TESC was my mission to provide others what I deem to be the absolute crucial essentials one should know regarding schizophrenia. Dr Elyn Saks wrote the foreword to TESC. If you do not know Dr Saks, google her and you will find her legend! I remain most grateful for her gracious contribution!

2. I have a YouTube channel called “On Conquering Schizophrenia”. I create one new video each day on all matters schizophrenia. I keep the videos brief because, really, who has a surplus of time lol?!

3. I conduct and disseminate interviews with some of the leading experts in the world on schizophrenia, its research, and its practice. My mission is to bring such expertise to those with schizophrenia, their families (and/or their support networks), and to mental health professionals.

4. I have been interviewed several times regarding my work on schizophrenia. I am also currently a consumer voice on a 5-year schizophrenia related research project.

5. I harbor sugar plum notions of creating a podcast on all matters schizophrenia lol!

Lastly, and importantly, I am also always seeking to new avenues to ameliorate the phenomenology of schizophrenia. Regarding all matters schizophrenia, if you may have any ideas regarding a collaboration, I can be reached at robertfrancis4@yahoo.com. Assuredly, together, we will conquer schizophrenia!

#psychology #latimes

[jollycomputerphantom-blog]

BUS401

Introduction to Business Entire Course – TESC

You are required to complete six written assignments. The written assignments are on a variety of topics associated with the course modules.

Answer all essay questions in each assignment. Your answer to each question should be between 250 and 500 words (or approximately 1–2 pages per question, typed double-spaced). Be sure to proofread your work carefully for correct spelling, grammar, and clarity of expression.