#but the teacher of the class disagreed

[laughinglynx]

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[thrilling-oneway]

i forgot i had "character analysis is my passion" in my bio because i probably put it there in late 2022..? and at that point the only serious character analysis i'd done outside media class and posted online was for sth so it was kinda just me being obnoxious but i guess it fits now since prsk character analysis is the only real thing i contribute lol. foreshadowing but not intentionally

[ontologic-catgirl]

Me and the music teacher getting into another fight over whether natural phenomenon can be music.

On account of the fact that he thinks it is the intent to make music that counts

I on the other hand consider the intent to perceive music as being the defining feature.

[memories-break-our-fall]

there is a teacher I have i hate her so much ugh (vent in tags includes mild homophobia so uh. ig don’t read it if you don’t wanna see that)

[ammaterasu]

9 and 13 for the controversial asks 👀

9. which Naruto fandom words are you allergic to?

potential / "databooks" / arguments about "whats canon" / its so mysogynistic its gay <- that last one pisses me off the most because of how serious some ppl believe this

13. was kakashi trying his best? / was he a "good" sensei

yea, no LOL. if i think about it this way - if i was a student, would I want to be his genin student?

sure, deep down he cared about his students, he did fight to protect them.. but as a /teacher/ no... he had a too hands-off approach as he wallowed in his own self pity, esp. for a genin team imo. shows up to class chronically late, he taught things well when he gets his act together to do so.. but that was few and far between.. that the trio each sought their own teacher is proof of that LOL

he "tried" ? thats generous.. i dont deny that he cared about his students in his own way.. but i dont think that alone makes for a "good" sensei. he didnt give too much effort and he shouldve been in therapy. ill give him "rate your prof" 4/10 (in comparison, gai gets 1000/10)

[minglana]

im soooooo sure that my project partners have used chatgpt for their part of the project... BUT I CANT SAY ANYTHING bc the teacher has encouraged us to use it...........

[umilily]

the poll on hated subjects in school made me remember the single most unhinged class i ever had, which was my last politics lesson in 10th grade. everyone (first and foremost our teacher) was screaming and insulting each other. people were crying and some just deadass left out of protest in the middle of it. it was absolutely surreal.

[hairenya]

One of my colleagues and I are fighting (because she’s a bitch) and she framed it as wanting to be concerned with my teaching abilities which is hilarious because the student body absolutely adores me and hates her. Like motherfucker I am the Princess Diana of this middle school I will end your entire existence do not fuck with me.

[kendallroylesbian]

why did the director of our department reference that whole "theyre forcing the kids to transition!!" thing during a meeting with everyone. saying it was "justified" that parents were taking kids from public to private schools bc public school is "forcing" ideologies on children. like wtf u work for a school district, so u should know that that whole thing ISNT TRUE. no one is forcing ur kid to be trans or gay shut the hell up.

[yikez]

me : *constantly talks to him* *asks for advice* *shows him exams from other classes* *tries to get his attention* *tries to get him to compliment me* *vaguely tells him about my issues so he asks about it*

also me : surely he doesn't know i see him as a father figure 😋👍

[steviescrystals]

being one of two liberals in a government class full of raging conservatives my senior year of high school was character development

[cripplerage]

I just had the worst most bootlicking university class of my life what the hell

[lonelinessisadisease]

That time all of my middle school's health/P.E. teachers decided to give us what they called a 'little moral dilemma' and gave us a worksheet that went:

"There are ten people on a boat, you can save five of them with a lifeboat. They will have to survive in the wilderness with you. Who do you save:

- a US Alpha Man marine with survival skills (he is good btw) - a boy scout leader (he has a family at home) - an olympic swimming champion (she is so strong!) - a hunter with hunting gear - a pastor - a five year old with AIDs (he's so sick btw. we will emphasize this) - a pregnant 16 year old (she's did something bad) - a healthy woman that uses drugs (but she uses drugs) - a homeless and unemployed person (he doesn't have a house) - an amputee (they're already hurt)"

and the lesson wasn't that people have unexpected skills (you think a homeless person doesn't know how to live rough?, or that a swimmer might be able to swim to land on her own?), or why people are more than what you see first. It wasn't that all people are people.

The point of that worksheet was to prove that we should reward the people who are the strongest, the healthiest, and the Most Best Moral Upstanding Citizens. There was no moral dilemma. There was no discussion or conversation.

And when I said, "Hey, maybe we should consider that all lives have value and people aren't defined by one singular "bad" characteristic," I got kicked out of the class.

Because it wasn't a moral dilemma. The morals had already been decided for us. It was a lesson we were supposed to learn.

Everyone give me the most screwed up thing that has ever happened to you in the american public school system

[pieofdeath]

the teacher evaluations are absolutely priceless. Teacher evaluations appreciation post.

"Attractive bard teacher I can't remember her name."

Fig intimidating Riz into giving Eugenia all fives and him saying "Good at rogue stuff but the double fisting cigarettes was a bit much."

Fig making Porter and Zara share a form but giving Lucilla her own and Porter getting SO incensed about it.

"After all these years, still not sure if Porter is secretly evil, but smiting is so sick."

"Yeah yeah, stabby stabby" for Corsica Jones

"Strongly disagree that teacher prepared for class, but this is the way of dance. Dance is present. Dance is now. [...] Also, again, I'm so sorry. Please let me buy you a new shirt."

"Liar, frumpy, wrong."

[shinygemstone]

here's an interaction I just had:

Sibling: whenever I'm getting below a B, our parents start riding on me

Me: they didn't ride on me when I was getting a C in algebra II or precalc

My dad: well that's because you were two years ahead

My sibling: and you bitched endlessly about how bad the teachers are

Me:

Me: all I hear is excuses

[teamatsumu]

CRUSH (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

summary: wakatoshi has a crush.

word count: 720

warnings: fem!reader, its all just fluff

tags: @keiva1000

Ushijima knows he has fans. He might be simple-minded and a little oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

He knows girls stare at him from the balcony during practice. And he can hear their giggling when he passes them in the halls. Tendou often calls him Shiratorizawa’s Golden Boy, which Ushijima wholeheartedly disagrees with, but never voices out loud. Tendou often says strange things. He doesn’t mind.

Ushijima doesn’t understand his popularity. Sure, he is a good player. The best ace in the prefecture. But most of these girls have no understanding of volleyball. So why are they spending hours upon hours in the stands, watching him play?

“They’re not watching the match, Wakatoshi-kun. They are watching you.”

Hm. Strange. His play is very consistent. Watching him do the same thing over and over has to get boring, especially when they aren’t watching for the sake of the game.

But then he sees you for the first time.

You are in his third year English class. In his three years of high school, Ushijima is sure he has never seen you before. Because if he had, there was no way he would forget you.

He is curious. And a little enamored by you.

You are, by all means, a regular girl. You sit on the same chair every day, bring your own bento instead of eating from the cafeteria. It is always wrapped in a pretty multicolored patterned cloth, done up in a knot on top. You have a small stuffed cat chain on the zipper of your backpack. And you wear your hair differently every day. Some days it is tied up, some days it is let down. And some days it is half-up and half-down. You have one pink bunny hairclip that you wear maybe once every two or three days that Ushijima thinks is very cute. Your uniform is always immaculate.

There are so many tiny details about you that Ushijima has learned, and he finally understands why girls would stay hanging over the gym balcony to watch him for hours, because he could watch you for hours too.

You are very smart, he could tell. You always answer correctly when the teacher would call on you, and he has glimpsed at your notes. Simple, but neat and easy to understand, just the way he likes it. There are no crazy colors and highlighters, and your handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like the rest of you.

You are also quiet. You have a select group of friends that you talk to, and while you are nice to anyone who interacts with you, you don't go out of your way to stand out. Again, Ushijima loves that. It seems he loved everything about you. All the minor details that make you a little bit more unique to everyone else.

When you show up at his game, he nearly loses his focus.

It in’t an important game by any means, just a practice match with another local university team. So why are you here? Have your friends dragged you along? Or are you here by your own volition? Ushijima feels how sweaty his palms are when he clenches his fists, and it surprises him.

Is he….. nervous?

Why? Because you are watching? How ridiculous. Ushijima has never once doubted his own strength, or his ability to win. How could your presence alter that? The thought annoys him, and he is determined to prove that you being here would not be a hindrance to his play.

Turns out, he needn't have worried. It seems your presence had sharpened his senses more than ever. Shiratorizawa won in straight sets, and of the 50 points they scored, 39 had been from Ushijima’s hand.

“You were on fire today, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou comments as the final whistle rings. Ushijima unintentionally glances at you in the stands, cheering for the team. Cheering for him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he doesn’t think it is because of the game he had just played. He hears Tendou let out a dreamy sigh.

“Ah, the miracles of having a crush.”

He feels his lips tick up in a tiny smile as he throws a towel over his shoulders. Tendou is wrong. Ushijima doesn’t think he has a crush.

He thinks he is in love.