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Sometimes you just have to have a little cry in the middle of a bunch of 500 year-old books, and that's okay. I am telling myself it's okay.
#well. not all 500 year-old. but the oldest ones are#with the semester finishing up there's a grant ending at the historical medical library where i've been working#and they are having to reduce the number of student staff#i had a suspicion i was one of the people that wasn't getting asked to come back and. that appears to be true#and while i probably didn't do anything more wrong than anyone else and it almost certainly does come down to finances#it still feels bad#and i'm sad about it because i love it here#and like. it's okay. i'll be okay#i have another work study job in a different archive still#and with the research grant i got i'll still get to be in here a lot doing my own research#i am a stronger person than i used to be and i can take something like this a lot better than i would have when i was younger#but man. still need to have a cry about it
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Preserving prev's tags here, because yes:

Sometimes I see people from countries with public healthcare systems post videos that are like “This is the reality of socialized medicine. I had to wait in the ER with my sick baby for 4 hours.” “I had to wait 8 months to see a specialist. That’s egregious.” or “They didn’t have a bed for my loved one in mental health treatment.” and it’s like. Come to America babygirl. You can experience all of this and have your insurance deny it and pay thousands and thousands of dollars for it. Like I know healthcare systems in countries with public health can be bad but when I see someone imply they’re bad because the healthcare is universal, I want to jump through the screen and put my elbow on their throat. “The NHS is deeply flawed, therefore we should abolish it and go back to private healthcare. That will definitely make healthcare in this country better!” I am going to Kill You.
#tory budget reduction while they have friends who want American style healthcare here is a big part of it#don't forget the time they removed nursing student bursaries and reduced the number of student nurses we had training#and of course the brexit losses of existing staff#absolute clusterfuck#nhs#you deserve better#healthcare
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What if the pandemic safety net cobbled together in 2020 had been a new beginning?
What if when Joe Biden came into office in 2021, the Covid-19 safety net he was handed had become a new floor?
What if that was his baseline—and the newly elected Democratic president, sold by his most ardent supporters as FDR 2.0, had used our Covid-19 response as the bare minimum of a new social contract with Americans?
What if the caring nature of the best aspects of the US Covid response became the map for international relations—leading not just to international cooperation on infectious disease, but on matters of war, climate and genocide?
What if, instead of dismantling the vaccine-delivery infrastructure—which, at its height, delivered some four million shots in a single day—the Biden administration built upon and made some version of it permanent, so that everyone could easily get annual Covid boosters, annual flu vaccines, or get specialty vaccinations during outbreaks of unusual viruses (such as for mpox during the 2022 summer outbreak among queer men) whenever they needed it?
What if the viral surveillance and communication mechanisms utilized for learning about SARS-CoV-2, treating it and telling the public about it were being used to address H5N1—a virus which has been moving from birds to farm mammals to humans with so little notice that dead cows were killed by the “avian flu” and left on the side of a road in California’s Central Valley, as “Thick swarms of black flies hummed and knocked against the windows of an idling car, while crows and vultures waited nearby—eyeballing the taut and bloated carcasses roasting in the October heat”?What if the leaders of the Democratic party had used Covid as a blueprint to make a national platform based on care?
What if all the ways Covid had made clear how farmers, industrial butchers, kitchen staff and other food workers are the most at risk people amongst us to viral infection led to meaningful, permanent protections, such that they were much less likely to contract not just SARS-CoV-2 but H1N1, H5N1, influenza, or any other existing or novel pathogens?
What if all the all the ways Covid exposed how unsafe industrial food production is (for the workers who make it and the people who eat it alike) had triggered safety reforms, instead of having these warnings ignored and leading towards record numbers of safety recalls for e-coli, Salmonella, and Listeria?
What if an airborne pandemic had led to indoor air being as filtered, treated and regulated as drinking water?
What if everyone with a child was still getting a $300 check from the US treasury, so that having a child was not a gambling-style risk, but a responsibility shared with all of society?
What if the paused-for-years student debts were forgiven, so that young people could actually begin their lives?
What if Biden built on Americans’ experience of just showing up somewhere to get the medical care they needed to create a universal healthcare system?
(What if Kamala Harris built upon Americans’ taste of not getting charged at the point of such service—and campaigned on Medicare for All?)
What if once the link between Covid and homelessness was established, the Democrats had pushed infectious disease as just one reason for an end to evictions and a robust, public-health-backed campaign to end homelessness and stop the United States from having more people living on the streets than any other country?
What if after the link between Covid and incarceration was established, the Democrats had pursued decarceration as a public health measure and—instead of throwing weed and cryptocurrency at us—had made reducing incarceration a centerpiece of the Harris campaign to earn the votes of Black men?
(What if after 100,000 Californians died of Covid and the links between Covid, homelessness and incarceration were clear, residents of the Golden State chose to allow rent control and to abolish legal slavery in prisons—instead of voting to ban rent control and to continue prison slavery?)
What if the leaders of the Democratic party had used Covid as a blueprint to make a national platform based on care?
Would we be in the lethal position we are now—with a genocide raging abroad, Covid deaths in the hundreds every week at home, a poisoned food supply, $17 trillion in household debt, oligarch goons ready to dismantle government regulations, and a sociopath heading back into the White House—if Covid had been the floor?
#mask up#covid#pandemic#public health#wear a mask#wear a respirator#still coviding#coronavirus#covid 19#sars cov 2#us politics#democratic party#ditch the dems
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15th March 2025: People from Northern Catalonia protest in Perpinyà (Northern Catalonia's capital city) for the right to have schools in the Catalan language. They chant "l'escola en català, avui i demà" ("school in Catalan, today and tomorrow"). The signs say "a living Bressola [school], a living language" and "institutional support now!".
The French Government only allows public schools to teach in French, marginalizing the local indigenous languages. The local peoples have had to organize among themselves and create their own networks of cooperative private schools to be able to give education in their lands' language. Basque people were pioneers in this, and quickly followed by Bretons, Catalans, Occitans and Corsicans.
These schools are very important in fighting back against the centuries of French supremacist propaganda that says our languages are unfit for the modern world or for the development of a child's brain. French schools used corporal punishment and humiliation on children heard speaking the local language (Catalan, Basque, Occitan, Breton, Corsican, etc) instead of French until the 1970s (more info in this post and this post). As a result, most people in Northern Catalonia don't know how to write Catalan. Nowadays, studies show that 70% of the population of Northern Catalonia wants their children to go to a school where they can learn Catalan, but only 8% of them have been able to. We would like to be able to include them all, but we don't have enough resources, and as a result we lose speakers of the language who will be monolingual French speakers instead.
La Bressola, founded in 1976, is the network of cooperative Catalan-language schools. They have 7 primary schools and 2 high schools, adding up to 1,100 students and 110 staff members. They have excellent modern methodology and affordable prices, because this is not an elite school, it's what we wish could be the public school, so everyone regardless of wealth should be able to access it. For this reason, the price each family has to pay depends on their income (ranging from 36€ to 140€ per month) and the schools refuse to raise prices, they always take an anti-elitist stand, but it's difficult to keep them economically viable. They managed with donations and the few economical aid given by the regional government, but things changed drastically in 2021, when the far right wing parties won the regional elections. Among the new government's first measures were taking away all support to Catalan language and identity, forcing only French language and identity instead (removing public signs of the Catalan soul of places, legally persecuting elected representatives who speak Catalan in town hall meetings...). But the far right wing government not only stopped giving them some (it was already not that much) money, but also has raised the taxes that Bressola schools specifically have to pay. At the same time, inflation made the costs rise.
Yesterday, Northern Catalans protested to ask for the regional government's funds to be reinstalled, aiming at the government's aid being 5% of the school's budget. Without this, the schools will have to reduce the number of students they can take in because they can't pay the staff.
This responsibility shouldn't fall on individuals, it should be paid fully by the state. But meanwhile, if you would like to support La Bressola —institution which is absolutely necessary to keep Northern Catalan alive—, you can make a donation through their website: here. The website is in Catalan, but if you would like to make a donation and need help navigating it, please don't hesitate to send me a direct message and I will guide you through it.
#actualitat#catalunya nord#northern catalonia#pays catalan#catalan#languages#language revitalization#language#langblr#human rights#diversity#catalans#anti imperialism#europe#cultures#france#cultural genocide#ethnocide#indigenous languages#minority languages
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This reflects additional and enhanced cruelty from trump and his mafia. I hope the medical establishment has got something going on to stop crap like that from happening.
Excerpt from this New York Times story:
The Trump administration is set to cancel tens of millions of dollars in grants to scientists studying environmental hazards faced by children in rural America, among other health issues, according to internal emails written by senior officials at the Environmental Protection Agency.
The planned cancellation of the research grants, which were awarded to scientists outside the agency, comes as President Trump continues to dismantle some of the E.P.A.’s core functions.
The grants are designed to address a range of issues, including improving the health of children in rural America who have been exposed to pesticides from agriculture and other pollution; reducing exposure to wildfire smoke; and preventing “forever chemicals” from contaminating the food supply.
An email sent by Dan Coogan, a deputy assistant administrator at the E.P.A., on April 15, and seen by The New York Times, said the agency leadership was directing staff to cancel all pending and active grants across a number of key programs, including Science to Achieve Results, known as STAR.
According to the email, the cuts also targeted the People, Prosperity and the Planet program, or P3, which awards small grants to college students to work on environmental solutions. In the latest funding year, students were developing antiviral face masks from plastic waste as well as 100 percent-compostable packaging film.
“We have received direction from Leadership to cancel all pending awards and terminate grants for the following programs,” the email from Mr. Coogan began, followed by a list of programs.
In response to inquiries on Monday, the E.P.A. said the grants had not been canceled. “As with any change in Administration, the agency is reviewing its awarded grants to ensure each is an appropriate use of taxpayer dollars and to understand how those programs align with Administration priorities,” said the emailed statement from the E.P.A.’s press office. “The agency’s review is ongoing.”
Still, project officers have started to receive cancellation notices. One such notice seen by The New York Times was sent on Friday stating that the grant “has been canceled” and instructing officers to “begin the process of deobligating funds.”
Many grants involve issues that affect regions of the country where voters supported Mr. Trump. One grant funds Oklahoma University scientists researching how to help children in rural America who face increased health risks from pesticide and other pollution, issues that can be compounded by limited access to health care and higher poverty rates.
Many of the grants have their roots in research that emerged in the 1990s that showed children are much more vulnerable to toxic chemical exposure than adults. Congress soon passed the nation’s first law with provisions explicitly designed to protect children’s health, which led to a series of grants, awarded to universities and medical centers, to explore how environmental hazards were affecting infants.
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Dandelion News - January 8-14
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1. In Chicago, all city buildings now use 100 percent clean power
“As of January 1, every single one of [Chicago’s municipal buildings] — including 98 fire stations, two international airports, and two of the largest water treatment plants on the planet — is running on renewable energy, thanks largely to Illinois’ newest and largest solar farm.”
2. California Rice Fields Offer Threatened Migratory Waterbirds a Lifeline
“Cranes need nighttime roosting sites flooded to a depth of about 3 to 9 inches, so they can easily hear or feel predators moving through the water. [... Bird Returns pays] farmers to flood their fields during critical migration periods [... and] provide foraging sites by leaving harvested rice or corn fields untilled, so cranes can access the leftover grain.”
3. New York Climate Superfund Becomes Law
“[Funds recovered “from major oil and gas companies” will be used to pay for] the restoration of stormwater drainage and sewage treatment systems, upgrades to transit systems, roads and bridges, the installation of green spaces to mitigate city heat islands and even medical coverage and preventative health programs for illnesses and injuries induced by climate change.”
4. Austin says retooled process for opening overnight cold-weather shelters is paying off
“[... T]he city's moves to lower the temperature threshold to open shelters and announce their activation at least a day in advance were the result of community feedback. [Shelter operators also passed out hot food.]”
5. Helping Communities Find Funding for Nature-Based Solutions

““From coastal oyster reefs to urban stormwater greenways, nature-based solutions are becoming the new normal.” That’s because these types of projects are often less expensive to build and have additional community benefits, such as improving water quality or creating parkland.”
6. Saving the Iberian lynx: How humans rescued this rare feline from extinction
“Back in the early 2000s, fewer than 100 individuals roamed the wild, including only 25 reproductive females. [...] Conservation staff [...] shape these cats into resourceful hunters and get them ready for life outside the center. [...] They’re fine-tuning captive-breeding routines, improving veterinary procedures, and pushing for more wildlife corridors.”
7. Biden cancels student loans for 150,000 more borrowers
“The 150,000 new beneficiaries announced Monday include more than 80,000 borrowers who were cheated or defrauded by their schools, over 60,000 borrowers with total and permanent disabilities and more than 6,000 public service workers[...] bringing the number whose student debt has been canceled during [Biden’s] administration to over 5 million[....]”
8. PosiGen wins another $200M for lower-income rooftop solar
“PosiGen offers a “no credit check” [solar panel installation to] those with a higher percentage of their income going to power and fuel bills[....] “somewhere between 25 and 75 percent” of the consumer’s monthly energy savings could come from efficiency measures such as sealing heating and cooling leaks, replacing thermostats, and installing LED lights[....]”
9. Indigenous communities come together to protect the Colombian Amazon
“At this year’s COP, Indigenous peoples celebrated the [protection of] traditional knowledge, innovations and practices[... and] the Cali Fund, which ensures that communities, including Indigenous peoples, receive benefits from the commercial use of [...] genetic data derived from the biological resources that they have long stewarded.”
10. How the heartland of Poland’s coal industry is ditching fossil fuels - without sacrificing jobs
“[Katowice, a former coal city] committed to reducing CO2 emissions by 40 per cent compared to 1990, prioritising investments in green infrastructure, and promoting renewable energy and energy efficiency. [...”]The gradual departure from heavy industry did not bring high social costs in our city,” says Marcin Krupa, Mayor of Katowice City.”
January 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)
#hopepunk#good news#chicago#clean energy#renewableenergy#california#birds#cranes#migratory birds#climate action#climate crisis#climate change#new york#texas#homelessness#unhoused#homeless shelter#nature#green infrastructure#lynx#iberian lynx#spain#endangered species#student debt#solar energy#indigenous#poland#solar panels#solar power#biodiversity
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lancer character extreme ramble edition below but the tldr is yeah yeah everyone makes the jokes about tgirl horus pilots but what about a horus mech that actually does very much trans your gender. character so fun and complex i had to draw a diagram:
the long version:
we had to rework some things due to a last minute module switch (he was going to be a little older and number and due to needing to be in mech school we had to roll the timeline back to immediately after the incident, but in summary:
CALLSIGN: Firebird
The Royal Karrakin Foundries were conducting some experiments on a Horus-pattern Pegasus class unit, referred to as "The Asset" which had a dual-pilot chassis (very very weird).
One particular graduating class at a low level flight and mechanic school academy was targeted and graduates were offered a high paying job requiring a degree of security clearance very far away.
This is what we call a bold-faced lie
On record everyone is just working somewhere far off and deployed on secret tasks. Firebird is aware that there was a number of unquantifiable "mistakes" (there is a lack of appropriate records) that resulted in the death of multiple rounds of test pilots alongside some of the mechanical staff.
Eventually, two graduating students (Aphra and Mavet) were selected as the next round of candidates due to situational proximity of seemingly random biometric markers (CBC, LDL, ESR, CRP-, and some unknown)
This seemed to work, and Aphra and Mavet began to build a coworkerly relationship, though they also had fairly good chemistry, and Aphra at least began to develop feelings for the man.
Both chose callsigns for each other based on a shared affinity for old music - Aphra was CALLSIGN: Faun, and Mavet was CALLSIGN: Firebird
The rationale for Aphra's callsign was never explained to her.
During a test instance, there was what is referred to internally as "The Incident." It is unclear to both pilot and observers what occurred, but the surviving pilot suspects there was a certain degree of raw, hardcore interfacing with something in the machine.
OOC, Mavet made unfiltered contact with the unshackled Ushabti Omnigun and the mech reacted.
Three things happened as a result:
Aphra's corporeal form was reduced into a smear of meat.
The person who was once Mavet was effectively killed - theoretically. It is possible he was incorporated into the Ushabti Omnigun, or one of 20 other options, but what is known to the surviving pilot alone is that his mind was effectively wiped from his corpse. His body also sustained significant blast damage and some degree of permanent neurological injury.
The Pegasus, henceforth dubbed RITE OF SPRING, exploded, incorporating the bulk of Aphra's body into surviving parts of its chassis, eliminating a secondary seat, and patching Mavet's corpse with material from the mech, preserving the mind that was formerly Aphra's in his body.
Legally, Aphra is dead. Metaphysically, Aphra is still around, but would never admit it because legally, Mavet is still alive. He prefers to go by (now his) callsign as he feels if nothing else, he earned the transfer of that name. Firebird is now attempting to reconstruct the Pegasus chassis in pursuit of closure and an attempt to make contact with whatever remains of Mavet.
The Royal Foundaries are overjoyed and consider the experiment a complete and utter success. Mavet was diagnosed with a mild case of memory loss as a result of neurological injury or potential integration of schrapnel. They suspect nothing at this point in time. However, we now have extremely fucked up blood test results due to maybe having a bit of Pegasus meat in us but that's not shared outside the experimental team.... as far as Firebird knows.
And now for the gay pining section of this lancer character:
And this is how the Horus Pegasus-TM made me gay and transgender
What if you can't hate the body you are now stuck in because you loved it before it ever was yours? (It isn't yours)
What if you like it better this way but liking it better feels like an unfathomable sin because This all comes at the expense of someone you never got the chance to love.
We were late on day one of mech school due to guessing our own shoe and shirt size wrong.
Multitrack drifting my body as a prison-temple. Haunting reminder, unfulfilled everything, object of mourning, constant horrible just in your face forever... but you can't change any of it. It's not yours to change and it'd be disrespecting his memory. Blah blah blah blah blah I'm going to go insane.
Current vibe is "everything happens so much" and "can you guys please leave me out of antagonizing the nobility they already hate me and i want to retain my ribs unbroken."
He's retained his own personal memory, etc, personality, but inherited Mavet's muscle memory and preferences. Which is such a blessing-curse because it's like. Oh you never had the chance to ask what food he likes? Well Now You Know. But not because he told you.
Anyway since we're here this is why the naming went the way it did:
Rite of Spring as the ballet about a person chosen to lead their own sacrifice and consumption by the earth. Points also for the funky choreo and ungodly music and riots resonating with Horus Weirdness. That one line about the lead ballerina dancing, instead of out of love of leaping, as if she hates the very ground she stands on. The mental breakdown barely avoided during the choreography. The multiple people quitting production.
The unfathomable pitching of the bassoon. The superimposing of a dominant 7th on a major triad half a step higher. Alternating 2, 4, 2, 5, 1, 6, but notating in 8 sometimes. How many times do you want to change signatures and tempos? Yes. What do you think about constantly going in and out of 5/16. Let's do 444 time signature changes and oh a delicious bar of 11/4. Fuck it, submelody referred to as the Sentence of Doom.
Firebird callsign is 1 bit phoenix joke (why it was retained) and 1 bit it also being a production involving the ruination of a man's career and several marriages. The endless searching in some versions for the live bird based solely on one tail feather. Faun is for the prelude to the afternoon of, because both involved Nijinsky and were the fucketh around with ballets.
Everybody say thank you to Frank Bidart
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I have to rant to someone who will understand how egregious and obnoxious this is because my friends are sick of me. The reaction to rural NC in this hurricane? This will be the norm if Tim Walz is VP. Walz has been dismissive, insulting, and malicious towards rural Minnesota. He said that there's nothing of value, nothing but rocks and cows. He has very clearly expressed antagonism towards rural values and culture. Tim Walz will brag about his education bills, yet he tracks down rural schools with high native populations and penalizes their funding and burdens their staff with unnecessary training and even legal threats because they punish "too high" a number of native students compared to white. I work among schools that are 99% native and they every year have mandated training to address their racial bias and face harsh penalties from the state for punishing too many native kids. They have to adapt to the loss of funding. Despite the rez saying they want to set a standard of excellence and they are proud to be breaking generational curses, Walz denies them crucial funding and punishes them for trying to help their kids learn to make the right choices. He recently signed in a bill requiring free lunches, and knowingly and purposefully did not modify the paperwork process many rural schools rely on to make up the missing our districts desperately need, which relies on students signing up for free and reduced lunches. This bill has devastated funding and left many rural schools scrambling. In addition, he continues to refuse to provide rural schools with more support to bus students, knowing that they cannot afford the costs of bussing over so many miles. Instead, he continues to pour funding into transportation for students in the cities. He has implemented bloated and wasteful mentor programs for teachers yet refuses to allow schools to take disciplinary action against students who directly threaten the lives and wellbeing of teachers. We had a gun threat at our school and the district did not expel the student who made the threat to shoot up the school because he was native and Walz's administration was likely to sue. He also refuses to do anything about our shitty retirement. We have the top (or did before he fucked us over) educators in the nation, and yet are ranked among the bottom 5 for benefits and retirement. But he refuses to fix retirement because nobody wants to teach in his schools, and if he actually fixes retirement, there will be almost no teachers left.
Walz is wrathful and vindictive to rural communities because they don't vote for him or like his policies, and he purposefully makes our lives harder. As his records show, he is a liar and a braggart. In true Minnesotan fashion, he'll underhandedly cut you while he smiles and calls you his neighbor. That man is a snake, and if you despise what you see with the hurricane response, know that he will never pass up an opportunity to make the lives of those who didn't and wouldn't vote for him a living hell, and this level of abuse of rural communities and vulnerable poor populations will get worse.
I’m obviously a little late to this but man it’s always worse than I think!
The only thing good people ever had to say about Walz was “free lunches 😍” but even that was shit when you actually look at what the policy was and the impact it had.
And instead of treating rural areas like trash because they don’t vote the right way maybe he should have been treating them better if he wanted the votes.
The response from him and Harris to the hurricane over here was abysmal and of course that just speaks to what kind of people they are and their treatment of us after that storm definitely lost them North Carolina.
Sorry you’re stuck with him over there, though.
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According to the World Resources Institute, the number of electric school buses operating or delivered in the United States more than doubled—from 598 in 2022 to 1,285 through June 2023—all driven to serve school children while providing cleaner air in 40 states.
Looking into the near future, the number of electric school buses that were already funded or on-order nearly tripled, and were spread across districts located in 49 states.
The emissions-free buses are found in 914 U.S. school districts and private fleet operators, according to the evidence-based nonprofit’s report published in September, 2023: State of Electric School Bus Adoption in the US.
California leads all states, with over 2,000 committed electric buses across the sprawling territory. This is more than five times as many EV buses as the next leading state, Maryland, with 391 commitments.
New Jersey has the second largest increase with 107 new buses, while West Virginia has the third largest increase with 42 new commitments. The updated data shows electric school bus commitments are now more evenly distributed across all regions of the country.
The Top 5 School Districts by Number of Electric School Buses are:
Montgomery County Public Schools (Maryland)
Los Angeles Unified School District
New York City Public Schools
Twin Rivers Unified School District (California)
Troy Community Consolidated School District (Illinois)
“We estimate approximately 69,000 students across the country are currently served by electric school buses that are delivered or in operation,” said the report authors, Lydia Freehafer, Leah Lazer, and Brian Zepka.
Zero pollution from tailpipes while buses are idling or driving means the students, staff, and community will be exposed to significantly less harmful air particulates that contribute to asthma and lung disease. The environment also benefits from reduced greenhouse gas emissions.
The federal government’s Clean School Bus Program, administered by the Environmental Protection Agency, is one of the biggest funders of these vehicles, having awarded 2,339 electric school buses—with more on the way.
-via Good News Network, December 30, 2023
#united states#us politics#sustainability#climate change#hope posting#school#school district#school buses#electric vehicles#ev#clean air#carbon emissions#pollution#air pollution#high school#public school#california#los angeles#maryland#new york#illinois#good news#hope#environmentalism#driving#epa#environmental protection#biden administration
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What's the tallest building in Zenith? Does it have any interesting device atop it?
TSAC: Ah, that would be the Vertex Spires! So named for their magnificent height.
The spires comprise the majority of housing and office space for the members of the House of Spheres. The upper levels are also home to a large number of student domiciles. I suppose the higher-ranking council members did not want to have to climb such heights to reach their living chambers… so they relegated that privilege to the lower-ranking pupils.
There are elevators, of course. The longest reaches all the way to the roof, where a number of high-altitude observatories are located. However researchers rarely venture all the way up; instead they give me instructions and I operate the telescopes myself. The air is so thin at the top there that very few would be able to tolerate remaining up there for long, even with supplemental oxygen. Staff usually only travel to the roof for the sake of periodic maintenance, with more menial tasks like dust clearance completed by purposed organisms.
My facility’s location in the mountains already makes for advantageous observing conditions, however my architects wanted to make the most use out of the region’s unique qualities. The thinness of the air at the top of the Spires reduces the interference of atmospheric instabilities even further than at the top of my can. This also separates it from my can and city’s residual heat output, ensuring crystal clear viewing conditions.
My internal control infrastructure stretches all the way up through the core of the Spires, so in a way they can technically be considered an extension of my can. The Spires are a feature I am quite proud of. I believe few other iterators can claim to possess such specialized functions built directly into their superstructures!
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Best and Worst of both Worlds (part 1)
Tw: yandere oc guy, but i dont think this chapter shown that yet, but readers a fuckin stalker loser this time, university horrors
Okay guys so this story im literally pitting Yves and Montgomery together, gonna be a little slow burn but we r gonna get 2 da conflict like eventually
Also da settting in university cuase its da most relevant 2 me 💯
Enjouy
PART 2
He's so beautiful and ethereal. The man has been plaguing your mind for the entire week, you're being distracted from your assignments just because of this unbelievably gorgeous man with silky, long hair and dressed to the tens.
You grinded your teeth and scratched your skin, you know where he frequents. The university's library. And you obviously want to get closer to him after he caught you from falling. You slipped on a sheet of paper that you dropped and this mysterious stranger was there to catch you by the waist before your body could make any devastating impact. Unfortunately, your stacks of textbooks and other miscellaneous documents were scattered to the ground.
"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was smooth and pleasant with a unique, suave accent to it.
You were reduced to a nervous, stuttery mess. He gently brought you back up to your feet, he helped you gather your things and even arranged it by size and weight, so that it would be less likely for it to topple over. The man took a further step to smoothen the frizzles of your hair, fix your collar and sleeves. He even zipped your backpack up, you were unaware that it was open in the first place, adding to your embarrassment. You couldn't really push him away because your arms are occupied with your belongings.
It was hard to look into those stunning emerald eyes without flustering yourself even further, so you looked away while you stammered a "thanks" to him.
"Be careful." He said as he tilted your head by the chin to make direct eye contact. You know that you're as red as a tomato, but he didn't comment on it. The man lets you go before walking away, he fixed the handles of his luxury bag on his shoulder. Luscious curls bouncing with every step.
You felt like you wanted to explode right there and then, it took you a while to regain composure, other university personnel wondering why you're just standing in the middle of the path like that. Aren't you tired of holding all that stuff? It looked heavy.
You were snapped back into your senses when someone who you assumed had a bad day, told you to get out of the way. You scurried along the traffic, having the incident fresh in your mind.
You wonder who that man is, a student? A professor? A staff member?
You came to know that he's in the library for a few hours every weekday afternoons. He doesn't have a particular spot, the mystique spontaneously appears in random but fairly secluded reading spots in the library.
You felt like a stalker, but that's what you are. Too shy and afraid to talk to him, yet content with watching from afar. His ears are covered by his hair, so you don't know if he had any earbuds in. Fuelling your hesitance to make any contact first.
He could be reading a thick novel, handwriting something down on his notebook, or he could be typing away on his sleek, black laptop. In either instances, you have no idea what he's doing, it's either in a foreign language, full of numbers or completely made up of technical jargon.
You don't know why you're doing this instead of studying for your midterms. You're never like this to any of your crushes, not this obsessive over a real person, so why now? What compelled you to become this... creep? It's like you can't stop. You're scared of rejection but you can't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach.
You had no one to talk to about it because university is a very lonely place. At least, for personality types like you. You didn't want to bother your other friends, they have their own problems to worry about.
It reaches a point that you tried following him out of the library, wondering where he will go next. Before you could step past the automatic sliding doors, you looked at the book in your hand.
'Wait a minute, this is fucked up.' You thought to yourself. This isn't like you, exams are in spitting distance and you're subjecting this poor person to this harassment just because of a singular interaction.
You made a 180⁰ turn and marched back to your all-time favourite seat. Which happened to be occupied by the stranger earlier, maybe that made you a little peeved because you "claimed" it first at the start of the year. But he took it for the day.
To your surprise, there lies his notebook on the ground. He must have accidentally left it. You picked it up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then you flipped through it.
You were blasted with numericals, diagrams, words you weren't sure if it was written in English or otherwise and even floorplans of a building of some sort. You couldn't understand anything.
"Excuse me."
You whipped your head to the whisper. It was him! Your blood ran cold as he caught you snooping through his item. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.
You struggled to form a coherent sentence as you pointed at it, you're done for, you're going to be confirmed a creep. But he only watched you with the utmost patience.
There came a point where you gave up, placed the closed book on the table and pushed it towards him.
Luckily though, you didn't have to say another word.
"You found my notebook. How careless of me to have dropped it." He pulled a chair opposite of you and sat down. You watch him place his handbag on another chair.
He elegantly picked the journal up and slid it into his bag. You were sweating at this point, the dread is about to make you vomit on him and that's not great. You wished that he would go away now, but seeing that he's locked onto his seat, it's highly unlikely.
You prayed hard for it though, he finished his business for the day. There shouldn't be any reason for him to linger.
"Thank you for keeping it safe. I hope you found whatever it is you were seeking from me." He continued, crossing his legs and resting his hands on the table.
What.
You asked what he meant by that.
A teasing smile made its way to his rouge lips.
"You were watching me." You grew pale and you scrambled to explain yourself, but he raised his index finger to signal you to let him continue.
"Your tact could be improved upon; I could see you trying to hide behind the shelves, I could hear you mumbling to yourself, and you shouldn't think so lowly of yourself." He propped his head up on one elbow.
Your cheeks felt hot. That is true, you were berating yourself for being too wimpy to go ahead and talk to him. You just didn't think you were that loud.
"I would have enjoyed having a chat with you. I wouldn't have thought that you were-- and in your own words, a 'creepy, loser-freak'."
Oh. He heard that too. You wish that you could disappear this instant.
"I'm flattered that you thought highly of me. However, I was disappointed that you thought that I was intimidating." He pouted playfully. "I won't bite." He twirls a lock of his hair around his fingers.
Your nerves are frazzled as he leans in. You didn't know what to say or what to do. He seemingly picks up on that and continues leading the conversation.
"Let's start with names. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." You felt his shoe brush against your leg.
You almost forgot your own name as you watch the bead of sweat drip down your nose in horror. He must think you're a stinky slob.
But all he does is stare straight into your soul while drumming his fingers against the table.
You told him your name, with a severe stutter. Each passing second felt like a serrated knife slicing through your flesh.
He repeated it, syllables rolling through his tongue wonderfully. He pronounced it correctly on the first try despite your cripplingly anxious enunciation.
"Yves." He replied. Finally, you have his name. You're totally not going to use that to dig for more information on him.
"You have a beautiful name." He complimented.
You nervously returned the compliment and let out an awkward laugh. Trying your best to ignore the growing sweat stain between your pits.
"How charming of you, (name)." He stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. Yves collected his bag and turned his attention back to you.
"I'd love to talk longer, but I must go now. I believe you have an exam to prepare for. Best begin your revision now, I hope our brief conversation has helped to quell your worries."
...and you mumbled that part about yourself too. It's pretty safe to assume he heard all your thoughts.
Yves extended a manicured hand to you. Taking this as a clear request for a handshake, you accepted it.
Only for him to bring it up to his lips, tenderly and fleetingly kissing your knuckles. This entire time, his piercing gaze never left your eyes.
You wanted to claw yourself out of your flesh and die out of embarrassment.
"Study well."
He lets your hand down and presses it momentarily with his larger ones.
You watched him saunter away with his back turned against you.
You brought the back of your palm to your sight.
There is a faint, reddish tint on it. It must have been from his lipstick.
You're not sure if you ever want to wash your hand after this.
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Stars, fire and you
Idol Fem!reader x Yesung
Synopsis: A friendship of years and you have a sudden reunion due to a program that will record every detail of your interaction, Yesung gladly accepts the invitation without knowing what fate has in store for you two.
Warnings: Slow burn, possible grammar mistakes, use of "(Y/N)", written with female pronouns
w/c: 5.9k
Stars, fire and you
Kpop was not yet a success, the Korean wave was not yet in sight and despite so many inconveniences with the country's economy you were rehearsing in a makeshift studio waiting for a chance to debut.
You had already seen so many kids come and go, leaving everything in that room with their throats burning from the effort and their feet aching from the exhausting hours of rehearsal. Despite witnessing it all, you continued on your way.
Dancing, singing and modeling, all these activities were performed under precise instructions to obtain a good result. Every day the routine was the same, the only thing that changed was the number of people who continued to walk that pat even if they could not see the end.
Although the different students would end up being your rivals looking for their own debut, you managed to establish strong bonds with several of them. Hyoyeon and Yesung were two great people who helped you in your professional growth, unfortunately one of them debuted first leaving you aside after fulfilling his dream.
A few years later it was Hyoyeon's turn to make his big debut and that's how you decided to leave the career to look for a better place that would allow you to achieve that goal.
A fledgling agency welcomed you into their ranks until they finally gathered the members of your small group to make their debut.
Soon you were on stage with your group singing and dancing on different stages to promote the fact that you had finally made your debut.
And even though you had made your long-awaited debut, it only continued to make it more and more difficult to get together with your friends from your trainee days.
Maybe sometimes promotion dates crossed between the three groups, but rehearsal and performance times made it impossible to live together backstage.
Leading an idol's life reduced your social life to a minimum, if not to say zero. The day would have to take more than twenty-four hours to be able to go out and chat with your friends, if they could still be considered as such.
At some music festivals the three managed to coincide and did nothing more than wish each other good luck from a distance so as not to provoke the wrath of their respective fandoms. If they saw you talking to Yesung their fans would go crazy and if they saw you with Hyo the media would probably end up digging into your past to talk about how you gave up on SM.
You had no choice but to ride out the dynamics so as not to affect the careers of any of you.
Presentation after presentation, comeback after comeback, the course of your careers continued until the new generations began to lead the charts of the season, until your fandoms stopped growing, until the entertainment programs no longer required your presence in the conduction.
It was then that an invitation came to your agency, one in which they requested your participation in a digital transmission program in which they would show what your life was like off stage.
The basis of that program was to make a special with idols from the second generation of kpop, and since you had been a regular on some variety programs, the production saw potential in what you could tell to entertain the audience.
"Should I follow a script for this?" you asked once you attended the meeting with the staff of that curious production.
"We will give some points to fulfill to facilitate the flow of the program. To do the first chapter we will record a bit of your daily routine when you have no activities."
Your mind was racing to think of the kinds of things you could do to generate interest. There was so much material to do that your mind was overwhelmed without even agreeing to record the program.
"Will the taping be done from dawn to dusk? I'll have to prepare my home for the cameramen," you commented, laughing and excited to get back to recording some content to please your fans.
"Currently only cameras are set up in various places in your home and only two cameramen are assigned to do short interviews and to follow you when you leave the house."
Without so much production present it would be easier to show you as you were, without trying to pretend you didn't see the cameramen like in the old variety shows.
"How long should they stay recording?"
"It will be a week of content that will be divided into two weekly broadcast episodes for a month. We will need two days of regular content, then three days of your life among your friends and finally another two doing the work you normally do."
"That's okay, just in a month I'll have to attend some red carpet hosting dates. It would be nice to have the rest of the content before then."
That program was right up your alley. You had just planned to go visit some museum exhibits with Yesung and you had also agreed to go camping so he could record content for Yessay. It would be like killing two birds with one stone.
You didn't have to think about it too much, it even seemed that everything was coming at the right time when you could have your time to record that content.
Now you just needed to talk to Yesung to find out if he would be willing to help you with those recordings so that he could talk to his agency about it, after all he was still under SM's wing.
Perhaps that request would be the biggest hitch in your plan and the possible cause of having to plan a way to get one of the former members of your group instead. But you didn't want to torture yourself with it, you just wanted to enjoy the good weather and let things fall into place so they wouldn't become a new worry.
Maybe it was a stroke of luck or maybe a sign of fate, but as soon as you entered your car the phone started ringing due to an incoming call.
It was Yesung.
Your heart raced and your hands tightened on the steering wheel, but you shook your head and cleared your throat to get rid of the sudden tension. That had never happened to you before but you decided to ignore it for the moment. You were planning to talk to him anyway.
"I was about to call you," you replied, feeling slightly short of breath and a strange dryness in your throat. "I need to meet with you."
You ignored that feeling again, forcing yourself to keep it in the back of your mind. The last thing you needed was to process new emotions. You had a job to do and you had to complete it as soon as possible.
"I have a favor to ask. Shall I meet you at my brother's coffee shop? Not the mouserabbit, I'm talking about the armoire," he offered in a hurried voice, as if he were running somewhere in a suden hurry.
"All right. I'll be there in an hour."
"I'll try to get there as soon as possible. If you don't see me there, tell my mom to take you to the back room so we won't disturb."
"Got it. Be careful on your way."
He didn't answer and the call came to an end.
He was so busy arranging the last details of the song he was composing that he didn't realize what time it was. He had arranged with his brother that he would arrive to cover for him during the store closing because he had to attend an expo on coffee shop and barista stuff.
So now he was running slightly late to the mouserabbit hoping his brother wasn't furious about that little slip up.
The stairs of that other coffee shop had always seemed peculiar to you, more so was the door at the entrance that led to the front of another wooden door.
It was a curious entrance, the shape of the double doors of a closet were there, aging and giving that vintage touch to the establishment. When you opened one of them and finally entered the cafeteria its aromas enveloped you with the warmth to which you were already accustomed.
The space was smaller than the mouserabbit, and that gave it the intimate atmosphere that characterized it. Normally the idol liked to meet in that space because of the comfort that you could have inside or outside on the terrace.
"Darling, come here," Yesung's mother spoke to you as she came out from between the coffee machines to greet you with a hug. "I didn't know you were coming. You should have called me."
"It was a last-minute plan. Do you need an extra pair of hands?"
"Not at all. Have a seat, I'll let Jong Woon know you're here."
"No need," you said almost shouting, it was a strange shriek that alerted the singer's mother. "He asked me to meet him here. I will wait."
That lady of advanced age but with an enviable youth and vitality gave you a kind smile, although her eyes reflected a certain air of curiosity. Something in that look told you that she had noticed something she wouldn't dare to ask.
"In that case, go have a seat while I prepare some coffee to make the wait more pleasant."
That kind woman had always been sweet to you, attentive enough to make you feel welcome wherever she was.
"What's new? Has Jong Woon gotten you in trouble again?" she asked, placing two coffee cups on the metal table where they placed their most frequently used products.
"I'm the one who wants to get him in trouble," your voice lowered its tone as if you were going to tell him your biggest secret, "I'll ask him to appear with me in a program."
"What program?" Yesung whispered, interrupting the chatter.
Instinctively you leaned back suddenly away from Yesung. Your slightly flushed face made the scene look as if you had been caught doing something improper.
The singer's mother tapped her son on the shoulder as she brought her hand to her chest in a futile attempt to calm her pounding heart.
"One of these days you're going to end up killing me," the woman cried in a lousy attempt to contain her laughter.
Yesung hugged his mother and tenderly kissed her forehead while articulating "I love you too" just for her to hear. He then reached out and playfully ruffled your hair, ruining your hairstyle.
Nevertheless, you offered him a smile and raised your mug and made a bridle in the air as part of a welcoming greeting.
"You didn't answer my question (Y/N), what program do you want me to participate in?" he insisted, taking his place on the seat next to you. "Will you let me record it for Yessay?" his hand moved nimbly to the plate of cookies and he managed to pinch one before receiving your blow on his hand.
"It will be a collaboration," you smiled smugly to explain the plan, "You'll record the camping trip for Yessay and I'll record for a show at the same time. The theme is a whole week in the life of a second generation idol."
"I bet the funniest ones turned down the invitation," he scoffed.
"You're a fool. I'm fun and I have an unknown life," you absentmindedly bit into one of the cookies and let out a groan of pleasure at the nutty taste. "I'll ask your brother for the recipe for this wonder."
"You offend me, why don't you ask me instead?"
"Because knowing you I'd end up in the hospital for food poisoning."
Again you bit into the cookie and then drank some coffee. Your lips curved into a smile of pleasure, the same smile that a kitten would put on when it had just licked its entire bowl of milk.
The idol inspected your movements and rolled his eyes as soon as you returned to praise the dessert made by his brother.
"Back to the subject of the program…" he encouraged, returning you to the reason why you were there.
"Right, the program. Since I'm so interesting they'll record my life in a day with nothing to do, then we'll do some chapters about camping and finally some chapters about a day's work as an idol."
"I bet they'll be bored to see how you spend your time alone at home."
"Of course not, I'm fun. Remember that time when the mouse got into the bedroom area?"
Yesung let out a loud laugh as he remembered the whole event that had unleashed the fear and lack of control among the youngsters as they tried to chase the little animal away.
"Seeing you trying to climb on poor Donghae's back is still one of my favorite memories."
"See? I can be entertaining without even trying."
"So are we going to reschedule the campout date?"
"No" you took a sip of your coffee before it cooled completely "but we will add two cameramen into the equation. I'll take care to warn production that we'll be recording your content for YouTube at the same time."
The idol nodded distractedly as he watched you munch on that cookie, enjoying the nutty flavor on your palate again. Then, unconsciously, he moved his hand towards your face and with his fingers shook the breadcrumbs that had remained on your lips.
Your first reaction was to be petrified, staring at him with wide eyes, but it was more impressive to see that the idol returned the same look of disbelief, as if that gesture had been made involuntarily.
He quickly shook his hands against the fabric of his pants and cleared his throat to break the awkward silence that had been sown between the two of you.
"So you'll talk to your agency and the team helping you with the channel?" You continued speaking as if nothing had happened, pushing those memories to the back of your mind again.
"Yes, I will arrange that tomorrow and I hope to be confirming everything to you before the end of the day."
"Now tell me you'll give me the recipe for these cookies because I don't think I can get out of this seat without it."
"What I'm going to give you is more work with a collaboration I want to do with you for a digital single."
You had to blink a little faster to get your ideas in place.
Despite the long friendship you both boasted, this was the first time he was asking you for a collaboration. He could choose from a handful of singers and yet he had selected you to work with him.
"Are you serious?" you asked still in disbelief.
"Sure, I spoke to the agency this afternoon and they gave me carte blanche to select an artist and you are the right person."
His words touched your heart with warmth. It was one thing to know that your voice was good and quite another to be told by your best friend that your voice was a perfect match for his. With the voice of who you thought was the best performer in the industry.
"You're going to make me cry," you muttered, curving your mouth down, grimacing as if those tears were really going to come out, "that's the nicest thing you've said to me so far."
"It'll have to be enough to replace the cookie recipe."
"It is. Are you going to walk me home or would you rather stay here?"
"I'll walk you home."
When you arrived at the apartment, the producer's representative was already waiting for you outside, asking for your approval for the installation of the recording cameras inside the house.
Seeing that printed sheet in front of you made you more aware that you would have a whole team reviewing your daily activity during those days until they obtained enough material to fill a full hour of content that would cause interest among viewers.
Seeing you tense, Yesung rested his hand on the small of your back giving you some reassurance and support. That warm gesture had the desired effect and the idol earned a smile from you by instilling a little more confidence in you.
That confidence evaporated the day you woke up once the cameras had been installed three weeks after the permits were signed.
Doing your normal life couldn't be a challenge because you went through the same routine every day anyway. Things didn't have to go wrong.
At least that's what you told yourself over and over again until you put the coffee pot on and it sparked and the light in your apartment went out.
"What is this," you asked, unplugging the electrical appliance, "did it short-circuited?"
With disbelief you inspected the coffee maker without finding any damage, only the slight aroma of burnt plastic, product of the electric shock.
"Come on (Y/N), let's call a technician."
You quickly looked up the contact number on your phone, but there was no technician you could trust because your house had never had a problem.
It was then that Yesung became your first choice for help. He had a couple of coffee shops, he must have known a technician who could help you with your little problem.
You dialed the number and waited patiently, but there was no answer. You made a second attempt and again to no avail. Giving up, you sent him a message to let him know you were coming to his home because you needed his help.
As you left your home one of the two cameramen intercepted you asking a couple of questions to talk about how your morning had gone.
How else could you describe it but disastrous? You hadn't had breakfast yet, there was no electricity at home and you had to bother your best friend to fix the problem.
"This morning seems complicated, but I'm going to see someone who can solve my problems."
While you took a seat behind the wheel, the cameramen were positioned in the back seats avoiding the cameras interrupting your field of vision.
The ride was quiet, so quiet that you almost forgot your companions until one of them let out a scream when out of nowhere your phone started ringing.
"Are you in home?" you asked with extreme gentleness. An exaggerated tone that the idol took as a warning signal.
"I'm getting ready to leave, tell me what you need and if I can I'll bring it to you at home."
On the other end of the phone there was the sound of a couple of boxes falling and then the idol's shout followed by his brother's infectious laughter.
"Is everything all right?"
"Jong Jin just dropped some stuff. Have you started your recordings yet?"
"Yes. I've got company."
"Did you have breakfast?"
The laughter inside the car was immediate at the question, it was as if he could read your mind at that moment.
"Wait till I get there, there's a whole funny story behind my fast. I'll be there soon."
It was you who ended the call as you maneuvered around the slight curve that led to the subway parking lot of the building where the idol resided.
Unlike most buildings, that one had ample space designated for green areas and small spaces to play with some pets. Clearly that had been one of the reasons why your friend had decided to settle there with his family.
The cameramen didn't leave your side the whole way up the stairs to Yesung's apartment. Sometimes you struggled to pretend they weren't there, but it was impossible when they were less than half a meter away.
When you were in front of the door you had to knock on it. In other circumstances you would have entered the password you knew perfectly, but then the public might start unfounded rumors and you didn't want to get his name caught up in something like that because of an oversight.
Yesung opened the door wide and received you kindly with a nice and neat breakfast on the table, a gesture that you were grateful for because your stomach twisted with happiness at the sight of the idol and you attributed it to the lack of food.
"Are you going to tell me the story of why you didn't have breakfast?" the idol asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
While you and Yesung enjoyed your breakfast, you began to tell the events of your great awakening without forgetting any little detail. After all he would see it as soon as the program started broadcasting.
The singer from time to time intervened adding funny comments to your story, making fun of what happened and also helping you to find an explanation to your problem.
Little by little the atmosphere between the two of you became light and friendly, just as it had always been. But to the cameramen the room seemed uncomfortable, with a special aura that seemed to change around you, as if you were isolated from the rest of the world.
The camera was a faithful witness as his hand slowly slid down until his fingertips reached yours, absentmindedly fiddling and caressing. When you laughed at one of his jokes his smile curved into a wistful gesture.
You were not indifferent. The lens caught the exact moment when you slapped the palm of your hand against his shoulder, letting it rest there longer than necessary. It was like a small caress, a discreet and intimate gesture.
Clearly the production would leave that moment unedited for the public to judge the situation.
That was one of the many shots that existed between the two, because even after breakfast he took you to your apartment and waited there until the technician showed up. Some elements of the production made comments about the great friendship between the two of them.
The fire crackled on the logs and branches arranged in a makeshift fire, they were just the pieces of wood that Yesung and you had gone to collect in the surroundings.
You were in the middle of nowhere, in a place surrounded by nature where insects kept chirping and the hooting of owls filled the comfortable silence between the two of you.
You were wearing a knitted sweater, an article made of thick worsted that was intended to protect you from the cold. Yesung wore a thick jacket that seemed to shelter him comfortably.
The cool wind filled the air dispersing the scent of grass and smoke, as you enjoyed the moment settled into a pair of folding chairs Yesung had packed.
"You should chat or do something else, I don't think we have enough material for the channel," urged someone from Yesung's production team after they had been hovering around you hoping to get a good scene for the show.
"Okay," the singer stood up and walked to the inside of the tent to bring out the food they would prepare. "Do you want ramen or shall we grill meat?!"
"Let's share the meat with the team, I don't think we can all make it with two packets of ramen," you commented, observing the five people accompanying you.
Sometimes you found it stressful trying to ignore what was going on around you to focus on the recording of the program. You couldn't pretend those five people weren't there because all the time they had a lens pointed at you.
"While we're all waiting, could you tell us what Yesung is like when he's with you? Give me some material for the program, I bet many people will be wondering about it" mentioned the director of Yessay's channel.
"He's a very sweet person, he's always trying to help me in any way he can. I even made him drive at midnight once because I attended a program where we were required to drink and I couldn't get home."
"So he's a protective friend?"
"More than that, he's my emotional support. He was there when my group disbanded and he was the one who encouraged me to continue my solo career" a melancholic smile formed on your face and your gaze drifted to Yesung, who was still arranging things to cook the meat. "Don't tell him this," you whispered, "but thanks to him I could be happy again."
Your words astonished those who managed to hear them. You did not say it lightly, no, that statement was as true as the sun rises in the East.
Inevitably your eyes fixed on the person who was clouding your thoughts and for the first time you allowed yourself to bring back those feelings that you had been pressing not to look for another meaning.
Yesung was not only a friend or a companion in adventures, but you had also realized that he was the person who could hold your heart in his hands and care for it or shatter it, and being aware of this frightened you.
The stars in the firmament shimmered, twinkling in the same way that intrusive feeling did in your heart. It was something bright and warm, a feeling that grew heavier as it settled inside you.
The singer walked over to the campfire, placing the steel grill grate over it and scattering the plastic packets with the protected meat inside on the grass.
"I'll go get a couple of stones to use as a base," Yesung commented, shaking his hands to get rid of the dirt that covered them.
"I'll go with you."
You took a flashlight and walked beside him, illuminating the path to prevent both of you from stumbling over rocks or plants. You didn't want the atmosphere to be ruined by laughters.
The walk took longer than expected, the silence stretched between the two of you tensing the atmosphere around you. The words yo refused to say were beginning to weigh and manifest themselves in small accidental brushes.
Yesung lost count of the number of times he thought he was ready to talk about it. You were still debating whether holding his hand to keep from falling would be seen as normal.
Then he was the one who opened his palm and closed it around yours. His fingers clung to yours but without intertwining them, the way a mother holds her child's hand to cross the street.
Your cheeks were tinged with pink, a pure, innocent hue that went unnoticed by the singer. Yesung was going through the same thing, trying to hide his embarrassment behind the bangs that fell over his face.
"Be careful, you might trip," he said quietly.
He had to clear his throat to adjust the tone of his voice.
"Thank you. I haven't seen any stones that look useful," you murmured, remembering why you had left the campsite.
"Let's go this other way."
Without letting go of your hand he guided you to where the grass was less overgrown hoping to find there what you had gone to look for in the first place.
You spent more minutes searching until they finally found four stones that could use perfectly. At least now both could go back to the rest of the people knowing that by now they would be doubting if you had gone only to get that or if you had escaped for another circumstance.
"There you are. I was about to dial security to report a couple missing," joked the channel manager.
"We're not a couple!" you shouted in alarm.
"We didn't get lost!" Yesung clarified at the same time as you.
The blush on both of your faces intensified, provoking laughter from the cameramen who had been accompanying you all the way. When you tried to walk to leave the stones, Yesung's hand stopped you, forcing you to return to your place. Your hands were still holding on.
You stifled a scream and shook your hand to undo the grip so you could escape to the campfire in search of a better place to hide your face.
"Let's put the grill on the fire and roast the meat. I'm starting to get hungry."
"Me too, we need to hurry."
Being able to keep your hands and mind occupied prevented you from exploring emotions that you were not willing to tolerate at that moment. So you put all your efforts into getting the means to prepare the meal ready.
Suddenly you went from being a mere spectator to being the cook for the whole team. You roasted, served and distributed the meat as if you were born to do it, even Yesung was amazed at your dexterity for these tasks.
"Remind me to hire you for the group's anniversary party," Yesung joked, observing how you moved to arrange the meat on the grill.
"With pleasure. I'm just warning you that I don't give discounts. Open your mouth" with the gloves you took a piece of food and held it in front of the singer's mouth so he could taste the cooking and seasoning of that little piece of meat.
"It was perfect," he whispered, licking his lip, tasting the flavor of the meat.
Unconsciously your sight stopped more than necessary in that point of his face and you were about to imitate his gesture if one of the cameramen didn't call you to know if you had already eaten something.
The night progressed more and more amidst laughter, funny anecdotes and the cold wind that threatened to drop lower and lower.
Due to the low temperatures the staff took their blankets out of the tents to give themselves a little extra warmth. You wanted to do the same but you were afraid that the insects would climb on them and then take them to sleep inside the tent.
Little by little the tiredness began to take its toll, forcing everyone to go and rest inside the tents. So it was until only the two of you were left. Yesung and you still had unfinished business.
Your head rested on his shoulder while he supported your weight preventing you from falling sideways. The two of you shared the intimacy of that environment as the fire cast light and shadow against your faces framing your features one by one. Then Yesung raised his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders to keep you close to him.
Your body tensed but his touch made you relax immediately. You had shared moments like this for so long it was impossible to count them, but now it felt different, now it seemed more special.
You sighed and let your heart dance nervously inside you. You could feel the silence becoming tense, you could guess that sooner or later that subject was going to come up and chaos would be inevitable.
"(Y/N)" he whispered.
Your name on his lips had a different flavor. It was not the way he said it –which was sweeter than usual– but the sigh that accompanied it along with the slight tremor in his voice.
Suddenly the air changed and became warm and heavy. An abrupt contrast to the cold of just a few seconds ago.
"You feel it too?" you murmured without leaving his side, all the time keeping your head resting on his shoulder. You were afraid to see the rejection in his eyes if you made eye contact with him.
"Did we change?"
His doubt complemented yours but you still couldn't give an answer. The line was too thin and the ground suddenly seemed too fragile to walk on.
"I guess so. Let's wait for the recording to finish."
And without another word you stood up and walked towards the tent to establish some distance from him. You knew that sooner or later he would have to enter that place because you had agreed to spend the night sharing that space, but the more time you could have to sleep the better it would be for both of you.
Despite the whirlwind of thoughts that was now your head, you managed to fall asleep, it was so fast and unexpected that you didn't even notice the moment when Yesung lay down next to you with his back to you.
The rest of the night passed in silence and with greater tranquility. The sleep in your bodies had managed to put aside the worries in your minds to put you to sleep peacefully.
It was the trill of birds that forced you to open your eyes. In the city those sounds did not welcome you like the horn of some motorcycle in the middle of its daily deliveries.
You stretched your arms and turned on your tummy to stretch your back as if you were a newly awakened cat. You crunched each of your vertebrae enjoying the lumbar relaxation.
Yesung sighed in the middle of sleep and whispered your name leaving you frozen on the spot. Your eyes went to his face, attentively scanning each of his features, studying his gestures in the middle of that comfortable intimacy that the enclosed space provided.
Her short, dark eyelashes caressed his cheekbones; his eyes were closed lightly and without any sign of stress on them, his half-open lips sometimes moved to articulate a word but without any sound.
His skin was soft. The skin of an idol who was constantly undergoing strict beauty treatments.
Your hand moved to his face and you took the liberty of caressing his cheek. The touch of your skin made him sigh and you quickly moved your hand away. Yesung moved to lie on his side, his face looking in your direction but his eyes still closed as he was immersed in that deep sleep.
Again your eyes traveled to his half-open lips and your fingertips traced the line of his lips gently, as if you were running a feather over his pink skin, avoiding interrupting his sleep.
It was inevitable that you moved your face closer to his in an attempt to kiss him, but you stopped to think about it a second time. You shouldn't do it, you knew, but you couldn't wait until the recording was over, not when you were both alone and the view he was giving you was almost heavenly.
You retraced your path and your face stopped mere inches from his, then he opened his eyes and the spell was broken. Your eyes widened in surprise, but then Yesung smiled with glee and placed his hand on the back of your neck to prevent you from moving away.
"If you don't do it, I'll have to do it," he said in that raspy voice of having just awakened.
And then he drew your face to his to get rid of the distance that separated both of you.
His lips joined yours in a firm and tender kiss, it wasn't rushed or fiery. It was a tender and delicate contact. Something that urged you to savor every sensation and every second until the moment passed like an exhalation.
"Good morning," he murmured with a smile on his lips.
And after that the screams of Yessay's director were heard from outside the tent, where she had stayed with half her body inside and the camera in hand as soon as none of you answered her call.
"Don't you dare to upload that take," you implored in panic as you buried your face in your hands to hide your shame.
"I can't say for sure. You'll have to keep an eye on the channel," Yesung interjected, laughing at your reaction.
That intimate moment immediately turned into a battlefield as you struggled to snatch the camera from the director and threatened Yesung with death if they dared to publish what had just happened.
A small reminder that requests are open, if you don't feel good sending messages in english, you cand send your request in spanish too (since I can work properly with that language).
If you only wanna fangirling or make any question my messages are open for you too.
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Prosecutors say Joanna Smith-Griffin inflated the revenues of her startup, AllHere Education.
Smith-Griffin is accused of lying about contracts with schools to get $10 million in investment.
AllHere, which spun out of Harvard's Innovation Lab, was supposed to help reduce absenteeism.
Federal prosecutors have charged the founder of an education-technology startup spun out of Harvard who was recognized on a 2021 Forbes 30 Under 30 list with fraud.
Prosecutors in New York say Joanna Smith-Griffin lied for years about her startup AllHere Education's revenues and contracts with school districts. The company received $10 million under false pretenses, the indictment says.
AllHere, which came out of Harvard Innovation Labs, created an AI chatbot that was supposed to help reduce student absenteeism. It furloughed its staff earlier this year and had a major contract with the Los Angeles Unified School District, the education-news website The 74 reported. The company is currently in bankruptcy proceedings.
Smith-Griffin was featured on the Forbes 30 Under 30 list for education in 2021. She's the latest in a line of young entrepreneurs spotlighted by the publication — including Sam Bankman-Fried, Charlie Javice, and Martin Shkreli — to face criminal charges.
More recently, the magazine Inc. spotlighted her on its 2024 list of female founders "for leveraging AI to help families communicate and get involved in their children's educational journey."
"The law does not turn a blind eye to those who allegedly distort financial realities for personal gain," US Attorney Damian Williams said in a statement.
Prosecutors say Smith-Griffin deceived investors for years. In spring 2021, while raising money, she said AllHere had made $3.7 million in revenue the year before and had about $2.5 million on hand. Charging documents say her company had made only $11,000 the year before and had about $494,000 on hand. The company's claims that the New York City Department of Education and the Atlanta Public Schools were among its customers were also false, the government says.
AllHere's investors included funds managed by Rethink Capital Partners and Spero Ventures, according to a document filed in bankruptcy court.
Smith-Griffin was arrested on the morning of November 19 in North Carolina, prosecutors say.
Harvard said Smith-Griffin received a bachelor's degree from Harvard Extension School in 2016. According to an online biography, she was previously a teacher and worked for a charter school. Representatives for Forbes and Inc. didn't immediately respond to a comment request on Tuesday. A message left at a number listed for Smith-Griffin wasn't returned.
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By Hayley Gleeson
There wasn't a dramatic "lightning bolt" moment when Colin Kinner realised he needed to roll up his sleeves and start tackling what he'd come to see as a pernicious problem: the largely unchecked spread of SARS-CoV-2 in Australian schools.
What spurred him to act, in the end, was the growing pile of evidence that COVID was a serious health threat, and his concern that school communities seemed to be shrugging their shoulders at it.
He was tired of hearing about schools allowing teachers to come to work while COVID positive. Of sick children being permitted to stay in class and infecting others. Of schools asking parents not to tell them if their child had COVID, but routinely sending home letters about head lice or chickenpox. Of teachers and kids catching the virus and not recovering.
"As a parent, I want my son to be safe at school, so that was a key part of my motivation to do this," says Mr Kinner, the Brisbane creator of COVID Safety for Schools, a free online course that aims to correct misinformation and teach school staff and parents how to reduce the risk of the virus spreading. "But also, having spoken to lots of other parents and teachers, it's clear that most schools are lacking an understanding of some of the absolute basics of COVID. And in the fifth year of the pandemic, I find that very troubling."
Every week in Australia too many students and teachers are catching COVID at school, Mr Kinner says, resulting in disrupted learning, teacher shortages, increased transmission in the broader community and disabling chronic illnesses like long COVID. It's hardly surprising: a packed classroom can be the perfect place for an airborne virus to thrive, with one US study finding more than 70 per cent of COVID transmission in homes began with an infected school-age child.
Schools aren't necessarily at fault: in most states they've been starved of good public health guidance, Mr Kinner says — they've been told "they can treat it like any other respiratory illness, so that's exactly what they're doing".
Step one: correct misinformation A science and technology communicator and startup mentor, Mr Kinner's solution was to assemble a team — some of Australia's leading experts in public health, medicine and engineering — who could explain in simple video tutorials the health risks of COVID, the science of how it spreads, and strategies schools can use to keep staff and students well. The ultimate goal of COVID Safety for Schools, he says, is to change minds and behaviour and, since it launched in February, 600 participants have signed up, about half parents and half teachers.
But perhaps its greatest challenge is engaging people in the first place, particularly those who believe COVID is harmless or no longer worth taking precautions against.
For the past couple of years Australians have been encouraged to keep calm and carry on as if the virus is in the rear view mirror, even as it continues sickening and killing people, albeit in smaller numbers than years gone by. News reports often downplay its severity, if they cover it at all, while political leaders, public health officials and doctors have claimed it is no cause for concern, especially in children, and that catching it is not just inevitable, but necessary.
But mounting evidence shows the opposite. Even in vaccinated people and those who suffer "mild" infections, COVID can trigger a range of health problems including cardiovascular disease, diabetes, neurological conditions and immune dysfunction. Then there's long COVID, a debilitating multi-organ illness that has upended the lives of hundreds of millions of children and adults worldwide, many of whom do not fully recover.
"COVID is like an accelerator for all the other diseases that we hate — it's actually an aging accelerant as well," Professor Jeremy Nicholson explains in one of the course videos. "And we don't want that for our kids or anybody else."
Simple steps can stop COVID spreading Once apprised of the health risks, course participants are taught about evidence-based tools schools can use to reduce viral transmission. These are not outlandish or burdensome interventions, but common sense steps like encouraging teachers and students to stay home if they're sick; improving indoor air quality with ventilation and filtration — with air conditioning systems, air purifiers and good old-fashioned open windows; and promoting mask wearing particularly in high-risk settings like crowded indoor gatherings or bus trips.
Of course, some education departments already require schools to take similar measures. In Victoria, for instance, all public schools must "maximise" external ventilation, ensure air purifiers are used, encourage good personal hygiene and make face masks available for those who want to wear them. But that doesn't mean schools actually follow the guidelines or use the tools at their disposal (in 2021 the government delivered tens of thousands of air purifiers to schools across the state, but many are no longer used and some have since been listed for sale on Facebook Marketplace).
The federal president of the Australian Education Union, Correna Haythorpe, says any initiative that educates people about COVID and what schools can do to prevent infections is "welcome". Teachers who have to take sick leave because they've caught COVID or developed long COVID are an additional burden on schools, many of which are struggling with the "chronic" national teacher shortage, she says. Then there's the disruption to learning: "A contagious disease can very quickly … take out significant numbers of students. And fundamentally, we want kids to be engaged, we want them to be well, we want them to be learning."
Improving the situation, though, requires stronger leadership from education departments, Ms Haythorpe says. "Current government approaches to limiting COVID infection, repeat infection and long COVID demonstrates a lack of concern for the health and wellbeing of students, teachers and broader school communities," the AEU wrote in its submission to Australia's parliamentary inquiry into long COVID. Mitigation measures in many public schools are not adequate, it said, "and a lack of capital investment … since 2017 means that conditions are often cramped with inadequate air flow".
'Long COVID basically ended my career' For Amanda Sharpe, these problems are personal. Before she developed long COVID after catching the virus from her children in 2022, Ms Sharpe taught advanced maths at a high school in Bundaberg, Queensland. She used to spend full days on her feet, relishing the buzz of helping her students solve complex equations, preparing them for careers in fields like medicine and aerospace engineering.
Now, just sitting upright for a short spell or reading a simple news story can quickly worsen her symptoms and wipe her out for days. "Long COVID basically ended my career and I doubt that I'll ever be able to return," she says. "Unless there is an actual cure, I think that will be it for me."
It's bewildering that schools aren't taking stronger action to protect their staff and students from COVID, says Ms Sharpe, who tells her story in the COVID Safety for Schools course. A major issue is that many people still think of COVID as a respiratory illness, she says — they don't realise it can also attack the vascular system, damaging blood vessels and increasing the risk of clotting abnormalities, stroke and heart disease.
She also wishes more people knew that the virus can cause brain changes and cognitive impairment: one study, for instance, found people who recovered from "mild" COVID infections had lost the equivalent of three IQ points.
"With the maths I teach, you really can't afford to have your IQ drop," Ms Sharpe says. "I just don't understand why schools aren't implementing simple measures like improving indoor air quality — especially private schools, where academic results link directly with enrolments and success."
In response to previous disease outbreaks like Spanish flu and tuberculosis, schools moved lessons outdoors — sometimes in freezing winter temperatures — to stop children from getting sick, she says. "But we don't want to have classroom windows open in Queensland? It just seems insane to me."
What about WHS laws? It may also be unlawful. Australians may have been led to believe that public health orders in force until 2022 were the key reason employers, including schools, had to take steps to protect staff from COVID, says Michael Tooma, a partner at the law firm Hamilton Locke. But schools have always had to comply with workplace health and safety laws — "there has always been a duty of care", he says. "COVID presents a risk to health and safety and, like any other risk, it needs to be managed with proactive policies and procedures that try to eliminate the risk or reduce it as far as reasonably practicable."
At the very least, Mr Tooma says, schools should be excluding people with COVID from the workplace, improving ventilation in classrooms and auditoriums and maintaining sensible cleaning and hygiene regimes.
Schools that fail to meet their WHS legal obligations may be reported to and investigated by state regulators, which can issue improvement notices and in some cases bring prosecutions for serious breaches of the relevant legislation.
Still, Mr Tooma says he's not aware of any schools being prosecuted for COVID-related breaches and in general, regulators tend to focus on industries that have higher risks of serious physical harm and death, as well as "campaign" issues like mental health. "Regulator activity tends to follow public interest and so as public interest in COVID and COVID safety has waned, so has regulatory activity around it, in my experience."
Mr Kinner suspects it's probably going to take successful litigation for schools to start taking COVID more seriously. He points to a UK case in which 120 teachers with long COVID are suing the Department of Education for allegedly failing to protect them at the height of the pandemic. Those involved say they were not given good enough guidance for managing the risks the virus posed, with data showing teachers suffered high rates of infection and long COVID.
"I think it's only a matter of time before we see similar legal action in Australia," Mr Kinner says. "It could be from teachers, it could be from families who caught COVID because it came into their household via the school. I think it's inevitable."
In the meantime, he will keep trying to get COVID Safety for Schools in front of as many teachers, parents and principals as he can — even if it takes a while, even if they don't want to hear its message.
"I've been very surprised at how school leaders don't act when they're presented with this information, even people who go through the course and understand — or should understand — that this is a virus we should be taking very seriously," Mr Kinner says. "Because facts remain facts. Even if you don't like them, even if they make you feel uncomfortable, they're still facts."
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LOONY PARTY MANICFESTO 2024 SUMMARY
[not a pejorative, party founder Screaming Lord Sutch was himself bipolar]
tdlr: “we are fighting this election on the basis of CHANGE… LOOSE CHANGE as this is all we’ll have left under a labour/conservative government”
💷ECONOMY
reduce taxes to 5%
get rid of value-added tax as it adds no value
ban the tipping of flies
convert number 10 and number 11 into a hairdressers called Government Cuts
abolish stamp duty because stamps are too expensive
fit airbags to the stock exchange, ready for the next crash
halve dole queues by making jobseekers stand two-by-two
improve quitters’ self-esteem by encouraging them not to start in the first place
🏥PUBLIC SERVICES
employ 80.00 teachers, police officers and nhs staff
reduce pregnancy from nine to seven months
reduce hospital waiting lists by using a smaller font
reduce class sizes by shrinking desks and making students sit closer together
glue unruly pupils together because if you can’t beat them, join them
give pensioners an ice lolly allowance when temperatures exceed 70°
🏠HOUSING
build five million new homes
aid “levelling up” by providing free spirit levels
🚄TRANSPORT
fill five million potholes
introduce an ROT to make sure all roads are carworthy
fit vehicles with a bungy rope to save fuel on the return journey
save money on paint by painting double-yellow lines where you CAN park rather than where you can’t
create the world’s biggest carwash by punching holes in the channel tunnel
👮FORCE
send all MPs who misbehave to rwanda
reduce net migration by making sure all nets are secured firmly to the ground
make terrorists wear little bells so we know where they are
replace border guards with GP receptionists to stop anyone getting in
introduce a court of human lefts
reduce prison overcrowding by releasing innocent prisoners
oppose capital punishment as it is not fair to londoners
🌱CLIMATE
wind farms to be constructed across the country where all will be encouraged to break wind
get more green cars on the road, with politicians having fluorescent green so everyone can see them coming
paint the grey squirrels red
greyhound racing will be banned to stop the country going to the dogs
puddles deeper than 7cm will be marked with a plastic duck
🗳️DEMOCRACY
MPs will have to sit in stocks during surgeries while constituents throw custard pies at them. companies to be encouraged to design new stocks, to be sold at the stock exchange
introduce a “cooling-off period” to allow voters to change their mind
replace the foreign secretary with a UK one
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University of North Carolina at Greensboro, Police, and Community Harassment
Long story short, I have reason to believe that I'm the target of a police supported harassment campaign.This began in 2022 when someone spread deliberate false accusations and rumors about me around the University of North Carolina Greensboro to justify having students, staff, and police go out of their way to plausibly denialably provoke me, avoid me (to the point of sprinting away at full speed from me in a large crowd of people in the middle of the day in front of a main building when I had and showed no interest in interacting), and to overtly monitor me to create a sense of paranoia so I'd tell a counselor so they could use that to label me as delusional or schizophrenic, so that no one would believe me when I tell people about what happened.
Schizophrenia requires at least 2 symptoms, Delusions, Hallucinations, Disorganized speech, Grossly disorganized or catatonic behavior, Negative symptoms (such as reduced emotional expression). Based on the reports I made to the school and what I told the UNCG counselor about the harassment and bullying, it would result in me being labeled delusional (because of the intentional plausible deniability) , but not schizophrenic as I don't have any other symptoms. I made an instagram account called staticventifact.documentation to record evidence of neighbors and other people loudly driving past where I live (look up Rick and Cindy Krlich, they experienced a more severe version of this harassment) at times referencing my social media post/followers/following and any number that appears in my username, references to numeric hate symbols, and numeric references to the pedo edp445 (more than likely as an attempt to falsely associate him with me when I had no idea who he was until he was exposed as a predator).
In addition, beginning in November 2023, I started feeling a vibration in the floors of the house, my chair, and my bed (to the point where it can wake me up and prevent me from sleeping. I type this without having been to sleep last night because of this harassment). I used a spectrogram and a linear accelerometer in a separate room to prove that the vibrations were independent of me and the spectrogram showed clear signs of vibrations and since then I have been posting the videos to instagram. The peak frequencies of the vibrations also contain the same numeric references as the vehicle harassment, further supporting my claims. I felt these vibrations in the parking lot of a grocery store and the waiting room of a hospital, which rules out HVACS and construction work. My best guess is an Long Range Acoustic Device, a modded subwoofer, or a deterrent device.
Jumping back to 2022 when I was a student at UNCG, I have reason to believe that someone falsely accused me of stalking them, but I have at least 4 pieces of evidence (3 of which are physical items) that prove that someone was trying to send a message that I had a secret admirer.
Not only that, the one person who most likely accused me of something intentionally moved to the dorm beside mine and likely knew I had a special housing assignment that allowed me to stay in Bailey Hall.
During Spirng 2022 (when I took art 120 with my former classmate), I frequently wore a hat and necklace with a Tron reference on it. Later at the end of the year gaming event, I sat at the arcade station and played Galaga and when I got up, my art 120 classmate was directly behind me. During an event at the quad, one of them was taking a photo of Hinshaw for a social media post and she moved to the other Hinshaw door across from Bailey like she was letting me know she was moving in. Later in the summer, she posted a photo of herself playing Galaga at an arcade beside a Tron Machine. That seemed like too much of a coincidence so started entertaining the idea of us playing video games together, over the summer.
At the start of the Fall 2022 semester, I asked her out to an animation event at the Arts Building and I was left on sent so I assumed rejection and went to the event alone. Because of a time conflict and procrastination, I went to a dorm meeting for another hall and my art classmate sat right beside me at the meeting but I didn't say anything to her because I knew I was rejected and it was suspicious that she intentionally sat beside me. After that, every so often, I would leave my dorm and see her leave exactly when I did and at first I thought she was giving me an opportunity to talk to her but I knew something was off about so I stayed away and rode on my scooter to class. I saw her waiting in the first floor laundry room or trash room one time, and she got up the moment she saw me and we left our dorms at the same time.
When I joined UNCG's ESports and Gaming club to make friends to play with (I grew up without a lot of irl social contact) and I got banned from the Splatoon club (which was the game closest to the types I play and I used to play Splatoon 2 with my former best friend at their house on their Wii U), UNCG Esports club, and the entire University of North Carolina System (without a warning or explanation but to be fair I think that was allowed based on the esports club rules) for replying "team grass cat" in reference to a Pokemon when someone posted about Pokemon Scarlet/Violet starters. I had social anxiety so I didn't talk much aside from one other message which was also non-problematic. My best guess is that my former art classmate was in the discord and made up lies about me to get me booted. I won't be falsely accused of being a pedo for trying to make friends around my age to play games with in a college gaming club.
In addition, during the of Fall 2022, multiple people were using the anonymous app YikYak to bully me, post racist, sexist, and just generally offensive content and I used to post overly positive content to combat it. I also posted "11:11" at 11:11pm which was a habit I got from a special limited time Snapchat filter with no intent or meaning (I don't believe in numerology or astrology or take it seriously). Near the end of October, a club I was in was going to a Ghost Tour event on campus and my art 120 classmate came and while we were walking, she moved near me and started talking to a friend then moved to directly beside me then I tried to talk to her but she speed walked up to the front of the group and then I knew she was messing with me so I turned around and left the event on kick scooter and rode around campus to exercise and I ended up passing the group but I pushed myself too hard and started vomiting on College Ave further up from where they were. After that, I made the decision to focus on my school work and only use dating apps (I can't even use dating apps now without women liking, matching, and sending messages at times using the same numeric references as the other harassment forms).
During the Spring 23 semester, even though I had no intention of interacting with my classmates (I knew better than to try to date a professor and I sat at the front of my classes because of sensory processing issues), I was still treated like I was (and even my ceramics professor went out of her way to show off her wedding ring during a one on one demonstration at the table I was at) to the point where every time I left my dorm, a UNCG truck would be in sight more than likely as an attempt to monitor me, and a vehicle would drive off the moment I got inside my dorm from my night class. My best guess is that someone made false allegations against me and UNCG hired a safety patrol to keep track of me.
On one occasion a pair of students intentionally made noises on the other side of my wall shared by the common lounge and while they were doing so, I silently snuck out of my room and took a photo of one of the people who rushed away when they saw me and reported it to the Dean of Students but nothing was done about it and I was referred to the UNCG counseling center.
On another occasion, someone with a key to my dorm placed an invite to a paid NCA&T Aggie Fest Event several feet into my dormroom so it couldn't have been slipped under and when I took a bus to the venue and was about the cross the street, a suv drove in front of me and yelled "freak" at me and turned into the venue so I turned around and walked back. The only people I know of with access to the dorm keys are Housing and Residence Life and RAs.
On April 5th, 2023, well after this situation had started, I struck a police suv with my elbow twice with just enough force to make a sound to replicate the sound people on the 3rd and 2nd floors of Bailey Hall and eventually all around campus started harassing me with (The people on the 3rd floor of Bailey used the sound of opening and closing doors in weird ways and the sound was likely amplified with some type of speaker as I never had an issue with the sound of the doors until my last two semesters). I rode back to my dorm on my scooter, and an officer came to the room. I ran, but he threatened to use a taser, so I went to the parlor to talk with the officers where I told the officers I had no intention of harming anyone. In addition, earlier in the day, I took a ladder from a uncg truck, and a large blonde woman and child in a yellow dress followed me as I walked the ladder to the quad police tower. Later, they sat outside, by the parlor on a bench right in front of me. I had no interaction with them, and they were not involved. This was likely done to frame me as a pedo because I had no interaction with any children on or off campus or online (with the exception of random people who join a looking for group for a Destiny 2 raid but even then it's rare and I only talk when it's necessary for the completion of an encounter), and everyone I was interested in was verified as 18 or above with a max age gap of three years. After the suv incident, I had to fill out a form that had me list my triggers and I wrote a very specific thing on that list and since then, when I'm in public I've had people deliberately do that specific thing meaning my mental health records were leaked and used for harassment purposes and or someone with access to them is involved in this harassment campaign.
Someone likely profiled me as a potential threat, maybe even a terrorist, because I'm black, officially autistic (possibly have ADHD too), an intersectional feminist, a leftist, I have high empathy and emotional intelligence, I basically had one friend at UNCG, I didn't speak in classes, I'm ace/demisexual, and I play Destiny 2, a mmofpsrpg game that has guns. (In the lobby of the Assistant Dean's Office, I posted "This ends today" on the uncg snapchat story, just before I was supposed to have a meeting to address the harassment on campus. During the meeting, the Assistant Dean asked me what games I played, and I mentioned Destiny 2 and he asked me what genre it was and I called it an rpg and he emphasized that it was a first person shooter. At the end of the meeting an officer came in and asked me a few questions about the post and I explained that it was in reference to the meeting I was in).
It seems like someone was trying to engineer a "me vs everyone" situation by getting as many people involved and going through my contacts and getting people I know to join in. They likely wanted me to lash out and harm someone but I knew better than that and had no interest in harming anyone. When they couldn't get me to harm anyone, I was likely falsely accused of being a nazi and pedo in secret to deliberately sabotage my credibility and to isolate me.
I've already reported this to a lot of places including the Feds but no progress has been made. I tried reporting a harassment instance to a police tip hotline and the numeric info I submitted was used to harass me following the same pattern as previous harassment instances. Once again, I document my evidence on my instagram staticventifact.documentation.
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