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good-chimes · 7 months ago

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Based on @tibbycaps’s very funny convexian hitman au, where vexes Cub and Scar have been ‘voluntarily’ employed as hitmen by the governing NHO.

YR 1, DAY 1 OF CONTRACT

Receptionist: Hello and welcome to the NHO! We are proud to protect the citizens of Hermit City. How can I help you?

Cub: We want to get past those security barriers.

Receptionist: Uh…so you’re…visitors?

Scar: We’re employees!

Cub: Since this morning.

Scar: We have a contract and everything. We’re totally official and definitely allowed in the building.

Receptionist: Um. Do you have your passes?

Cub: Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. Just a moment.

Scar: Do we have passes! Of course we have passes. Cub, give her the passes.

Receptionist: Sir, that’s an aluminum bottle cap.

[The visitors examine the item.]

Scar: Looks like an employee pass to me.

Cub: My bad. What about this?

Receptionist: That’s a penknife. That’s a sandwich wrapper—that’s a library card—I mean, it’s the right shape, but—that’s a driver’s license which is obviously not yours—that’s a fifty-dollar bill—that’s a second driver’s license for a completely different person. Sir, literally none of these things are employee passes.

Cub: Yeahhhhh, but do you get paid enough to notice?

Receptionist: Do you have a line manager? Or, um, a hiring manager? Who’s in charge of you?

[The visitors consult.]

Scar: Someone is, probably.

Cub: Might be Beef.

Receptionist: Uh, Director Beef is, uh, one of the heads of the whole organization. Are you sure?

Cub: Eh.

Scar: He did have a nice suit. Good shoes, too! Shame about the soot stains afterwards.

Receptionist: Okay, I’ll…just ping my boss… and I guess we’ll just start the process to get you passes. Let me take your first and last names, please?

Scar: Mister Scar GoodTimes, and this is Cub.

Receptionist: Cub?

Cub: Yup.

Receptionist: That’s a nickname…?

Cub: No, it’s a full name. Cub. Uhhhhh. Fan.

Receptionist: Sir, did you just look at that baseball pennant?

Cub: Yeah. Huge coincidence.

Receptionist: Okay, I’ll send them to print…orientation booklet…fire exits…do you need any accommodations for your, er, your wings?

Cub: Naw, they’re not real in this dimension. Go straight through physical matter. Walls, people—

Scar: —bars, safe doors—

Receptionist: Um.

Cub: Vex joke. Cultural.

Receptionist: Oh, right, you’re Vex! Like—what were those guys called who ate that policeman on the news…? ConVex!

Cub: Noooooo, no, no, we’re nothing like them. We’re real upstanding citizens.

Scar: I heard those two went to prison.

Cub: To super jail.

Scar: For a thousand years!

Manager: Excuse me, I’m the head of front desk and security, what’s going on here?

Receptionist: Oh, hi, boss, these gentlemen were just—

Manager: I can see what they are! This should have been escalated as soon as they turned up. You should have known to call me the minute you saw a Vex!

Receptionist: They haven’t done anything wrong.

Manager: Not done anything wrong—you mean they haven’t eaten anyone yet.

Cub: I haven’t had my coffee.

Scar: I have! Who do you want us to start with?

Manager: Come with me, please. The Directors want to see you.

Scar: [voice retreating as the visitors are escorted away] This is a fancy office. I like the art.

Cub: Did you know you can turn that photocopier into a laser canon?

Manager: This is why they put you in prison! Stick close to me! Please stop touching things!

NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF

The copier tray is to be loaded from the correct angle only. It is not a ‘useless piece of shit’, you are handling it incompetently.

HR will not be dealing with complaints of ‘substandard management’. HR are here to deal with your pay slips. Complaints of substandard management should be addressed to your manager, who will take appropriate action.

Colleagues are to act with caution around new NHO agents ‘Cub’ and ‘Scar’. Minimal contact is advised. Security can be contacted via the panic buttons.

YR 1, DAY 36 OF CONTRACT

Cub: Hey. Picking up a delivery.

Receptionist: Of course, sir. Have you got a parcel ticket?

Cub: Sure, give me an example and I’ll forge you one right now.

Receptionist: I just needed the number—never mind. Let me take a wild guess based on your deliveries so far: is it the crate that’s green and glowing?

Cub: Huh, thought it would be blue. Maybe a kind of teal.

Receptionist: Well, we only have one that glows. It makes a buzzing sound when you get near it.

Cub: Ohh yeah, that’s the one.

Receptionist: Last time you got a delivery it was snakes.

Cub: Important experimental material.

Receptionist: Can you let us know if it’s snakes again? Only I need to find a heat lamp if you’re out on a mission.

Cub: Oh, yeah, right. I can build a heat lamp for you to keep here. You want something for it?

Receptionist: Okay, sir, for the last time, I don’t know where all your unmarked fifty-dollar bills come from, but it’s not normal to bribe building staff to do our jobs.

Cub: Yeah? No deal, huh?

Receptionist: …Can you really turn the photocopier into a laser?

NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF

URGENT: ALL STAFF MUST STAY AWAY FROM THE PHOTOCOPIER UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

YR 1, DAY 82 OF CONTRACT

Receptionist: Good afternoon, welcome to the headquarters of NH—Scar?

Scar: Hello there! How’s it going?

Receptionist: Hey, Scar?

Scar: Uh-huh?

Receptionist: Your whole arm is covered in blood.

Scar: Blood? Oh, this blood? Don’t worry, don’t worry, everything’s fine. It’s not my blood. How was your weekend?

Receptionist: Are you sure it’s not your blood? That looks like someone sliced through your whole sleeve!

Scar: [tastes his own arm gingerly] Wait, yeah, some of it is mine. Just this bit, though.

Receptionist: Don’t eat it, oh my God.

Scar: It’s fine, Cub says we’re immune to all pathogens.

Receptionist: Seriously?

Scar: Nah, I think he just said that because I took his research away from him when he had the flu.

Receptionist: You should go wash that wound. That can’t be healthy. What have they got you doing out there?

Scar: Oh, y’know, this and that, we solve problems. We’re problem solvers. In fact we signed a contract to do that, so I guess we keep solving problems forever. Can I have one of these mints?

YR 1, DAY 145 OF CONTRACT

Cub: Gooood afternoon. What a beautiful day. Y’know, this kind of day makes me think, the thing about human perception—

Receptionist: The what.

Cub: The thing about human perception is it’s subjective. I did a PhD on this. So sometimes you could think you saw someone bring something into the office that you need to write down in the biohazards register, but actually, you could report to your boss there wasn’t anything there.

Receptionist: Sir, you are trying to hide an eight-foot-tall Venus fly trap behind your back. It’s taller than you are.

Cub: Seven foot at most.

Receptionist: [sighs] I guess I didn’t see anything. You want a mint?

NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF

Cascaded from Legal: Employees are required to familiarize themselves with the new and expanded Dispute Resolution Policy.

Pursuant to this, threatening to eat your senior manager is NOT an approved method of settling conflicts and WILL result in disciplinary action.

Lava traps are ALSO EXPLICITLY DISALLOWED.

YR 2, DAY 407 OF CONTRACT

Receptionist: Cub, you don’t have to bribe me to get into the building after hours. You literally work here. I know you have a 24-hour pass. Just use it on the main door.

Cub: Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?

Receptionist: Try bribing an IT tech for codes to the secure areas instead.

Cub: Got those already. Phishing email. But y’know, all the techs make triple what they pay you.

Scar: And! I wanted a mint.

Receptionist: The mints are FREE.

Scar: It tastes better if it’s not!

Receptionist: That doesn’t make ANY sense! You two get back here and explain!

NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF

Please find attached the Employee Satisfaction Survey. As always, we look forward to listening to your views to make NHO a Great Place To Work. Participation is mandatory.

Our recent payment settlement unfortunately means no raises this financial year.

Operational note: does any Front Desk team member know how to disconnect the ex-photocopier from the power supply without it immediately blowing up? You are all being very unhelpful about it???

YR 3, DAY 763 OF CONTRACT

Receptionist: Oh, hey, Scar.

Scar: …

Receptionist: Wait—Scar? Buddy? Are you okay?

Scar: Have you seen Cub?

Receptionist: Not since last week, I think.

Scar: Oh.

Receptionist: It’s the night shift. Was he supposed to meet you?

Scar: Yeah. They gave him a solo mission, and I dunno what time he was supposed to get back, either, but it wasn’t two o’clock in the morning. I’m just gonna…hey, can I wait down here? Until he gets in?

Receptionist: Sure. If you pull the chairs together, I guess you could make a kind of bed. I’ll keep an eye on the cameras.

Scar: I mean, nothing can take down Cub, right? That man’s a tank, I tell you. A genuine tank.

Receptionist: Yeah. Definitely.

Scar: He would have called me if something went wrong.

Receptionist: He would’ve.

Scar: What time is it?

Receptionist: Just gone 3am.

Receptionist: Look, if you’re not going to sleep, I’m ordering you pizza.

Scar: Ooooh. Let’s get wings and make a night of it while we wait. Catch!

Receptionist: This is two hundred dollars.

Scar: Yeah, can we get sides?

Receptionist: Just gone 4am, before you ask.

Scar: I didn’t ask!

Receptionist: I saw you open your mouth. You’re really worried, aren’t you.

Scar: Noooo, I’m not worried. I never worry about Cub.

Receptionist: Cub’s always seemed way too capable to have a problem with a mission.

Scar: Yeah.

Receptionist: You two go back a long way, huh?

Scar: There’s just the two of us. It’s always been just the two of us. And, I’ll be honest, I like this work, we have fun doing it, but why’d they send him out solo? And you know what’s worse, I can’t even ask! If we put a foot out of line, we— [breaks off into a coughing fit]

Receptionist: Are you okay?

Scar: I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m fresh as a daisy.

Receptionist: It sure sounded like your own throat just tried to cut you off.

Scar: Well, maybe I just care a lot about the office Data Combustion Policy.

Receptionist: I think you mean the Data Protection Policy? On second thoughts, I remember last year’s Christmas party, so maybe not—oh, hey.

Scar: What?

Receptionist: I saw something on the cameras, is that—

Cub: Yo.

Scar: Oh my God Cub I was so worried.

Cub: ‘m fine. [blurrily] Are those buffalo wings?

Scar: You are so not fine. You can have wings when you’re lying down!

Cub: ‘m taking these wings.

Receptionist: Here’s the first aid kit. You need to close the bag or the rest of the wings will fall out, guys. Guys. Look where you’re going. You have to open the doors before you go through them. Take the first aid kit with you!

YR 5, DAY 1561 OF CONTRACT

Receptionist: Good morning, and welcome to—oh, it’s you two. You brought a guest?

Cub: Howdy. This is Grian.

Grian: Apparently I work here now. Apparently I have “limited employment options”. Someone told me I’m lucky I’m not dead.

Scar: Haha, Mondays, am I right! So he’ll need a pass, and maybe a helping hand if she spaces out in the atrium.

Receptionist: Sure…oh, Grian, you’re on the system already. Here, take a temporary pass, and we’ll have your real one ready by lunchtime. Uh, if you need any help—

Grian: Wait, my date of birth is wrong on your screen. It’s the year before.

Receptionist: Did you just…read that backwards from the others side of my computer?

Scar: Wow, Grian, another nosebleed?

Grian: Shut up.

Cub: Your brain must be shrivelled up like a raisin by now.

Grian: Still works better than Scar’s!

Scar: [leans on the reception desk as the other two leave, bickering] Sooo…Grian’s not allowed outside without a Director’s approval.

Receptionist: Is that right?

Scar: Scary stuff, huh? If you happened to see him leave with us, and we just forgot to show you a permit…can I convince you into some sort of deal? As a friend?

Receptionist: You know, you can just ask a friend to do you a favor, you don’t have to pay me. I’ve known you for five years. I’m not gonna turn you in.

Cub: [calls] You coming, Scar?

Scar: I gotta go! Grian’s just a Watcher, she’s not dangerous. Grab some cash from Cub’s bottom desk drawer. They don’t even search our office anymore, so it’s just labelled ‘proceeds of crime (not)’. Cub’s traps will let you past.

Receptionist: Wait, are you��was that person—a Watcher—holy shit—

Scar: See ya later! Get the money!

Receptionist: [rolls eyes] Of course, sir. Have a nice day.

*chau Grian uses he/she pronouns

*Check out tibby’s chau tag!

#convexian hitman au #convex #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #fic #long post #listen if you make an au where cub gets to troll an entire office building i will write fic #it's like a red rag to a bull #anyway i love this au go look at tibby's art and snippets #and thanks to @droidofmay for helping out with that one scar line

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machines-posts · 4 years ago

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Copies the Victorians invented the copy book the page was damped so it absorbed some of the ink from the original when pressed against it copy books were still used for legal documents till the 1950s leaving before the copy book a chemical process had been invented for copying.

Engineering drawings a mixture of these two chemicals is first spread on a bit of paper

and then the drawing to be copied is put on top and this is now exposed to a very bright light arc lights will often use the early electric arc right like this well anyway .this actually takes rather a long time so one I've done one already that I've prepared earlier a bit like a cookery program duties well .It doesn't look very promising but if I now sprint another chemical on it .The image should start to appear and then just have to wash the chemicals all off now and a die Russian blue is left impregnated into the paper on the bits which have been exposed to the light well the process

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websubmission · 3 years ago

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addictedtostorytelling · 3 years ago

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Wait so from some of the shots we’ve seen of Hodges so far… he’s a CSI level 3?! No longer a lab tech? I mean I always thought Hodges liked being in the safe clean lab versus field work….. it did seem ooc to me to make the lab techs CSIs when Sara took over and handed out the assignments in the deleted scene.

hi, @vmreborn!

i'm not sure if he's supposed to have been a csi level iii or not, as

the "immortality" scene where sara issues the "field promotions" to hodges and henry never made it on screen, so its canonicity is dubious;

also, even if that scene were considered canonical, sara literally quits that job about ten minutes after she tells hodges and henry the news, so it's hard to believe that her decision would have stuck, and particularly as it was kind of a bad one, given that neither hodges nor henry were actually trained for the roles that she'd given them AND they would have both had to be replaced as lab techs anyway, meaning that ultimately it would have been cheaper/more efficient to keep them in the lab and hire a couple of new field csis (ranked level ii or higher) to fill out the team instead;

moreover, like you say, throughout his time on the original show, hodges had no interest in fieldwork (and even actively disdained it), so it's difficult to believe that he would have wanted to move out into the field even had he been presented with the opportunity to do so;

furthermore, a lot of the props they've been using in the reboot so far have been, uh, less than carefully made, to say the least. for example, hodges's driver's license that we see photocopied in the storage unit owner's records expires in 1997 and sports a picture of hodges from when he was clearly much younger than he is now (to the point where he still had color in his hair, like when he first started on the show), even though it's the id he supposedly used to rent his storage unit much more recently. it also places hodges's birthday in 1969 rather than in wally langham's actual birth year of 1965, which, while not necessarily proof positive that the id is spurious in and of itself (as, after all, csi does sometimes make its characters younger than their real life portrayers, as is the case with sara/jorja), when taken in conjunction with the other incongruities does also suggest that the license isn't actually specific to the character. likewise, the "nevada's star witness" article hanging on the department news board is a hot mess, with the text not even mentioning hodges despite the article ostensibly being about him, talking about grissom and his team as if they're all still presently working, describing an original team graveyard case as one recently wrapped, reading more like a narrative than a journalistic article, etc. while it's possible that maybe the driver's license is meant to be wonky because whomever is framing hodges used an old copy or a fake in order to rent the storage unit in his name (presumably making arrangements for the rental remotely, so that no one could tell that the photo on the id didn't match the person taking part in the transaction), the article is less explicable from an in-world pov, which calls into question whether or not the production team actually wants us to be looking at these props as "clues" in the case. if we're not supposed to be focused on that stuff—after all, neither item is shown on screen long enough for one to really get a good look at it without pausing the episode—then it's possible that the production team made them by "recycling" other materials, just cutting and pasting hodges's image and name onto things that otherwise have little to do with him. if so, then the same may be true of his work badge, as well;

as for the work badge itself, it also contains some notable discrepancies besides that it calls hodges a csi level iii, as it says he has brown hair and brown eyes, neither of which facts are actually true. (hodges's hair was totally gray at the time he would've started working as a csi level iii, if in fact he did so, and his eyes are blue.) again, the fact that the work badge contains these obvious mistakes calls into question how much the information it displays is supposed to be taken as canonical or even really registered. it's very possible that this badge was one that originally belonged to another character, like sara or nick (both of whom have brown hair and brown eyes), and the props folks just repurposed it for what was meant to be a two-second shot of hodges's things without changing the relevant details to better match his description;

finally, from a storytelling perspective, it works better for hodges to have been a lab tech than a field csi in terms of him being a suspect in the fabrication case, as he would have "had his hands on" many more cases in the former position than in the latter one. lab techs take part in like five to ten different investigations for every one investigation a field csi takes part in, so if the reboot writers really want to ratchet up the urgency of this whole "every case hodges ever worked is potentially compromised" thing, they'd be smarter to have him in trace than outside of the lab, as there'd be more potential exonerations that way (and also more opportunity for him to have possibly doctored various evidence undetected).

all said, while it's technically possible that hodges did become a field csi level iii at some point between the events of "immortality" and the present, it's not 100% certain that he did, and in fact the notion that he did may even be somewhat doubtful, considering that the prop that conveys that information is of indeterminate nature.

of course, until the show tells us more about hodges, there's obviously no way for us to know for sure.

thanks for the question! please feel welcome to send another any time.

#answered #vmreborn #asks: csi #**#my meta #meta: vegas #meta: production #csi vegas #david hodges #let's talk shop #cv 01x01 #csiverse

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jimlingss · 6 years ago

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Jungle Park [15]

Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 15.5 OR Chapter 16

➜ Words: 5.6k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

“The work you do going forward will not only affect you, but the lives of the people all around you. From your law partners to your clients…” The speaker at the front drones and on and on, his voice booming around the grandiose courtroom. You imagine a wedding ceremony could take place here or a nationwide criminal court case that you often see in the movies. Jungkook is sitting dead center in the crowd of other articling students, wearing gorgeous black silk robes with a white shirt underneath it. “The most important advice I can gift to you today is to enjoy the journey and not just the destination. You will find in your life that often times—” His parents are sitting in the front rows, beaming with pride while his older brother is snapping a million photos with his giant Canon camera, embarrassing Jungkook and making him all the more bashful. The entire firm is sitting behind them, watching and proud that the little student was finally being called to the bar. The judge speaks quietly, calm and composed as he delivers a few jokes here and there while making his own inspirational speech. You listen in before leaning over to Hoseok and lowly whispering, “Is there something on my face?” “No.” His brows furrow and he takes a glance at you. “Why?” “I don’t know. You’re the one who keeps looking at me,” you murmur at a barely coherent volume. “Is there something wrong?” Hoseok sits straight, leaning back on the hard bench and scanning the premise to see if anyone has noticed. “No, no. It’s fine.” The lawyer brushes you off and you have no choice, but to disregard it like it was part of your imagination. The ceremony continues and everyone watches until the kids stand up together, turning towards the woman who reads the official oath from the open book. Her hand is held in the air and as she reads line by line, the crowd of almost-lawyers repeating after her, being sworn in as they promise to uphold the dignity of the law to the best of their abilities. As it ends, there’s a massive round of applause and you see Jungkook emerging from the horde to land in his mother’s arms, hugging the older woman while she tells him how proud she is. It’s an endearing sight, especially when his dad gives him a bouquet of flowers to congratulate him and he has tears in his eyes which his brother makes fun of. “Congratulations, Kook!” Jimin takes five strides outside of the building, walking against the flow of people leaving to smother Jungkook in a hug, even when the younger is larger in built. “I can’t believe our little Jungkook has finally made it!” Sunyi smiles softly, catching the eye of a few other older lawyers who pass by. She’s wearing a bright yellow sundress that is reminiscent of sunflowers, having gone to a garden party with her grandma before rushing over here and making it on time. Yoongi seems to notice the prying eyes of strangers and stands in the way, blocking her from other people being able to ogle. “I’m so proud!” Taehyung declares in the meanwhile, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffling dramatically. “I feel like a father who just watched his son grow up.” Jungkook laughs, his nose scrunched and his cute bunny teeth showing in his grin. “You’re not my dad.” “Does this mean we can give him the Yoo case file?” Yoongi suggests in a light voice, lifting his volume to be louder than the noise coming from the different crowds. “I hope you’re ready, Jungkook.” Naul grips the strap of her bag, closed toe heels stepping together. “You’re going to be in court on Monday by yourself arguing for our client.” Immediately, the boy’s smile falls. His doe eyes widen as large as saucers, features contorting into blatant fear. Jimin nearly falls onto his knees in laughter. “Give him a break! He’ll go on Tuesday.” But that still does little to comfort the new lawyer. “T-T-...Tuesday?” “Don’t tease the poor kid!” You step in with a laugh, saving the day before he can have a mental breakdown. “Come on, we can talk about this later. We should get back to the office.” “Everyone, listen to Y/N. She’s the boss now.” Jimin announces with a smile and the entire firm walks off not to crowd up the entrance and block people from exiting. Jungkook’s parents and brother join as well, but you shift around slightly when you notice that he and Hoseok linger. “Good job, Jungkook.” Hoseok wraps his arms around the younger’s shoulder, hugging and squeezing him while swaying side to the side. The boy blinks a few times before melting into a sheepish smile. “Thanks.” Hoseok plants a fat kiss on his head, on top of his hair, and Jungkook makes a disgruntled noise, moving back to avoid further smooches. Hoseok laughs and you smile before turning away. // The party is rather modest and much less chaotic than the end-of-the-year holiday celebration, but there’s still catering and everyone is able to get a nice lunch. Music plays in the back while people mingle together, but the main attraction seems to be the slideshow of Jungkook from when he was a baby until now. You’re glad Jimin insisted on making it and that you contracted his parents to find the photos. It warms your heart and he’s downright adorable. You feel proud that he came such a long way. “You were so cute as a toddler.” He’s shy and flustered, scratching the back of his head. “Thanks.” “I was going to get you a bouquet of flowers too, but I didn’t know what you would do with them.” “It’s okay. All of this is more than enough.” “At least let me treat you to a meal some time, okay?” you insist, feeling way too guilty when it seemed like everyone else had some sort of present for him. “It’s my way of saying congratulations.” Jungkook nods with a bright grin. “Okay.” It doesn’t take a single second later before Lisa is shrieking at the top of her lungs. “Oh my god!” The both of you whirl your heads over to find the slideshow beginning Jungkook’s puberty years and his face drains of colour all at once. Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Seulgi all burst out into laughter, unable to contain themselves. “Look at how cute he is!” His mother coos at the photos, a sense of nostalgia overwhelming the older woman. “Mom! Oh my god. How do we turn this off?!” He groans, walking over and trying to do damage control. But more pictures of Jungkook’s fourteen year old self dressed as Goku and other various characters from Dragon Ball Z comes up. “This was ingenious.” Hoseok approaches with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of nonalcoholic champagne. He stands side by side with you, looking straight ahead at the projected screen. “Thanks. It was Jimin’s idea though.” “Still a good job on your part.” He steals a glance, but never looks you in the eye. “Jimin has a thousand ideas every day. Doesn’t mean they can all be executed.” “Mhmm…” you hum a note, watching everyone chatting. Jungkook is still the center of attention and scrambling to save face in front of his colleagues and superiors. It’s loud and noisy all around you, but between you and Hoseok, it’s quiet. “You know….you don’t have to tiptoe around me.” He turns to look at you in surprise and you smile, using his own words against him. “I’m not.” “You seem uncomfortable. If it’s something I did, then let me know so I can fix it. You don’t suit being nervous and unconfident.” There’s a beat of silence before he’s scoffing with a laugh. “You didn’t do anything,” he lies easily. “It’s because of work. Things are beginning to pick up and soon enough, we’re going to be busy around here.” “If it’s stress then you can always come talk to me if you want.” You nudge him playfully. “There are a ton of stress relieving methods I know about and I might be able to give you a stress ball or two. But you should hurry. I have reason to suspect that Jin’s going to claim all of them soon.” Hoseok laughs. “I’ll pass.” “Your call.” You shrug. “You’re the one who hired me, so you should use me to your full advantage.” “If I used you to your full advantage, you wouldn’t last a single day.” There’s a streak of mischief that glimmers in his eyes. Now you’re the one scoffing. “What’s that supposed to mean?” And to your dismay, the lawyer only shrugs and giggles again. It’s nice to see him relaxed and at ease, able to joke around with you and look you in your eyes. Things have returned back to normal…..at least temporarily. // Although you have no clue what is a lie and what is a truth when it comes from his lips, Hoseok isn’t wrong when he told you that things were about to become busy….because things become hectic and out of control. If the phrase ‘shit hits the fan’ could be personified, you suppose this is what it would look like. “Namjoon, Namjoon.” Yoongi’s walking with his briefcase and coat in tow, a quick pace that the poor legal assistant can barely keep up with. “I need you to come with me. Bring me Mr. Ji’s case file.” “Okay.” The male’s glasses nearly fall off his face with how quickly he whips himself to the left, grabbing his jacket and belongings. “We’re meeting with his wife’s attorney. Apparently he took the kids with him and she wants to press kidnapping charges.” The both of them run out of the office like their pants are on fire. In the meanwhile, on the other side of the floor, Seulgi and tech-savvy Dahyun are on the carpet trying to fix the copier. The photocopier jammed an hour ago while the other copier is failing to connect to any computer whatsoever. It’s an outright disaster with Inyoung taking Dahyun’s place at reception, catching up on all the phone calls, technicians being contacted to fix the machines. Seokjin left to the courthouse to print the necessary documents needed for later files. At least Taehyung and Jungkook managed to escape the madness that was spiralling wildly. They drove to the next city over, dealing with a case at a different courthouse. Naul is also meeting with a client somewhere outside the office. It leaves only a few of you left at the actual firm, notably Jimin and Sunyi who are in the middle of mediation in the conference room. Half an hour ago, the wife came in and angrily demanded that things be resolved today. The appointment was pushed up, the soon-to-be-ex husband dragged in, and it ruined the schedule completely. You feel useless. There’s nothing you can do to help. Legal professional privilege doesn’t allow you to assist in matters between a client and a lawyer, and when you tried to help fix the photocopier, you dragged them down with your confusion. You’d bask in the simpleness of your job if it wasn’t for the way guilt worms its way beneath your skin. The phone rings suddenly and it snaps you out of your trance. Inyoung is on the other line, sounding a little more nervous than usual. “Ummm...Y/N...have you seen Hoseok?” “No, I haven’t. Did you try calling his cell?” “He’s not picking up. I didn’t see him exit either.” “Is there something wrong?” “No, there’s someone here to see him, that’s all. But I’ll tell her to wait.” “Okay. Tell me if you need help with anything.” “Alright.” You resume working on the staff handbook, completed three quarters way through. You’re finally finished the section about discipline policies and about to begin writing about rules regarding company equipment and computers. But as you stand to stretch your legs and make your way to the kitchen for a coffee refill, on the way there, you run into someone in the waiting area. “Wendy?” “Oh! Y/N!” The beautiful woman with her light pink blouse and black pencil skirt stands with a smile. She fixes her honey coloured hair to drape her backside. “It’s been a while!” “Yeah, it’s been a long time.” You linger for an awkward moment, not sure what to do before you motion down the hall. “Would you like to come into my office instead of waiting out here?” “Sure.” She grabs her bag and follows your lead. “I’m sorry. We don’t know where Hoseok is at the moment, but we should be able to reach him soon.” “It’s fine. I don’t mind. It’s not like I have anything else to do. I’m actually quite free these days and it’s nice to be around other people. Less lonely that way.” As she walks down the corridor, her brown eyes does a sweep of the premise. “You guys must be busy around here.” “Yeah, it’s been a bit hectic this week.” “I’m glad Hoseok’s business is doing well.” She has a soft smile while entering your office. “This is so cute!” “It’s nothing much.” You’re embarrassed at your poor excuse of an office. There are lame posters on the wall, tiny plants at the window sill, but it’s still a closet no matter how hard you try to make it better. “Just making do with what I have.” “No, it’s cozy.” She takes a seat from across your desk. “Trust me, I once had a massive office and just useless furniture. Made me feel worse since it was so empty and lonely.” Wendy sighs, “I’m so glad it’s over.” “Over?” “I’m selling my office and the entire firm actually.” She leans back in the comfortable armchair with her arms crossed. “I owned the firm with my husband, built that business from the ground up. We were partners, but now that we’re getting that divorce, we’re liquidating it all and splitting the money.” “It’s funny, huh? How you can invest yourself and your future so much into another person, but something just happens and all your plans get ruined.” It’s like a pressurized geyser has exploded the minute you took off the lid and she spills all the beans of her life. “Well...I’m just happy to get away.” “That’s good then.” You’re not so sure if you should be hearing all this, such private matters that are usually kept hidden from you, but Wendy tells you casually like she doesn’t mind, like she’s reading from the Sunday paper, like you’re a friend. “You’re giving me that look.” “What look?” “That fearful look that tells me you’re scared.” The corner of her red lipstick-stained lips tugs upwards and she flicks a piece of dirt from underneath her fingernail before bringing her attention back to you. “Don’t worry. Not all marriages end like mine. Some end worse. Some end better. A lot don’t end at all.” Without taking a breath she continues, “They always tell you not to shit where you eat...if that man,” she spits the word out with disdain, “and I were not partners, it probably would’ve made this a lot easier. I would still have a job at least. But you know, my seventeen years of marriage was great. The three after that were alright and then the last two were horrible. If you were to ask me if I would do it all over again….maybe. For seventeen years, I had everything I could’ve wanted, a partner, a husband, a companion.” A wistful sigh leaves the seams of her mouth and she gestures with her hand tiredly. “I think I’m rambling, but I don’t want to scare you off.” “What do you mean?” you ask, not sure what she’s implying. There’s a chance that she doesn’t hear your question and a chance that she straight out ignores you. She never once clarifies herself. Instead, Wendy switches the topic of conversation. “How’s Hoseok?” “Hoseok? Y-yeah...he’s doing fine. Busy.” The fifty-one year old lawyer who appears stunningly twenty-five reaches out and takes the stress ball on your desk that looks like Earth. She squeezes and watches it come back to life, relaxing in the chair and fiddling with the toy. “That boy is always busy. He’s very passionate about his work. But outside of it, I swear to god, he’s a clown.” You burst out laughing. “I would say he’s more like a cheerleader.” “Yes.” The woman snaps her fingers. “That kid has a handful of good traits, encouraging, cheerful, but his energy can be downright burdensome. Not only that, but he is so meticulous and I’ve seen him run this office enough to know he secretly enjoys tormenting his employees.” Hoseok’s former mentor laughs again and shakes her head. “He keeps your hands full without you even realizing.” “No one really knows that side of him around here.” You take a brief glance outside of your office door. “Everyone is either scared, intimidated, or they just don’t like him. He thinks being respected and being loved are mutually exclusive.” The timbre of your voice drops down into a whisper. “It makes me sad.” “But he seems brighter these days,” the woman from across your desk points out while watching you carefully. “Does he?” You hope so. Sometimes you worry that he feels too alone. You know that Hoseok is completely aware of the rumours about him and how people actively avoid him. And he doesn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable, so he leaves this office later or earlier to avoid taking the elevator with his employees. He doesn’t speak freely to people who aren’t Jimin and Yoongi. He eats lunch by himself in the office, pretending he’s too busy to join everyone else. He rarely displays his affection, rarely shows no restraint. He focuses too much on being firm and professional. He doesn’t mind being labeled at the mean and angry one. And it makes you sad. Jung Hoseok makes you worry too much. “Yeah.” Wendy’s gaze softens. “And I think it’s because of you.” “Me?” “Hoseok is very careful with the people in his life. Despite his good nature, he’s a man of serious commitment and loyalty. I know that much.” She nods as further confirmation of her convictions. “And I can tell that the two of you are very close.” “We...we aren’t that close,” you deny. “It’s just that we used to go to school together, that’s all.” But the female’s perception is too sharp for you to fool. “I think you’re underplaying the truth here.” Another smile appears on her visage. “There’s nothing wrong with admitting you care about another human being.” “I just….” You don’t know how to explain yourself, how to reveal a past that cannot be spelled out in mere words. “We tried. A long time ago. We tried to be something more. And it didn’t work out. At all.” She hums, setting down the stress ball and looking straight at you. “I think sometimes things aren’t meant to work out...but that doesn’t make the time spent together any less meaningful. Sometimes and only sometimes...I think there are things in the world that are worth trying over and over again.” Your mouth opens, but before something more can be said, someone else appears at the door. He’s panting a few breaths, black hair made amok, suit slightly wrinkled like he jogged here. “I was in the bathroom.” “There you are!” Wendy lifts herself from her seat and gives a quick hug to the lawyer. “Sorry for making you wait.” “No, I was having a nice chat with Miss. Y/N here. Very pleasant girl.” “Alright…?” Hoseok glances at you, a bit amused and skeptical. Then he looks at his former mentor and now client. “Should we get going?” “Of course.” Wendy turns to you. “I’ll speak to you some time, Y/N.” You smile at her. “My door’s always open.” // The woman muses how much darker Hoseok’s office is compared to yours. While he has more space and a much larger window, there are blinds pulled a quarter way down and his furniture is a lot darker, mahogany wood or polished black surfaces, a modern aesthetic. In contrast, your tiny space feels like a sunroom, a lighter colour scheme with plenty of sunshine that makes it a lot more breathable. It’s certainly interesting to compare your spaces and tastes, and how they could potentially complement each other well and strike a good balance. Hoseok is preoccupied flipping through stacks of papers, writing things down. On the other hand, Wendy is sitting across from his desk, legs crossed over one another, bored. “That girl is sweet.” There’s silence and she fiddles with the zipper of her expensive purse. “She’s very earnest, I can tell. Her heart’s in the right place.” “She’s naive and trusts too easily,” he mumbles from the corner of his mouth. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she points out. “I heard you used to know each other back then.” “Uh-huh.” “You dated?” Hoseok finally lifts his head, meeting her eyes. “She told you that?” “She said it didn’t end up working out.” “Oh.” “Do you love her?” “What?” Hoseok’s eyebrows shoot up to his forehead, getting whiplash at how she went in for the kill without beating around the bush. He scoffs and barks out a laugh, returning to his paperwork. “Don’t be ridiculous. Y/N is my employee.” “It’s not illegal.” “It’s unethical.” “She technically doesn’t even work under you or take orders from you,” Wendy says in a curt tone, never one to back down when she knows she’s right. “She runs her own department and does her own thing. I don’t see any problem in it.” “Can we please stop talking about my business and get back to yours?” “I’m always talking about my issues and problems. It gets boring when you have to constantly discuss the doom of your love life, alright, kid?” Hoseok ignores her and clasps his hands together on top of his desk. “So you really decided to liquidate the firm? I thought you were planning to split it.” “No. We agreed to just sell. There would be too many problems with figuring out who gets what client and which employee we would take with us. It’s better and faster to do it this way. Plus, I don’t think I have an interest in pursuing law anymore.” “What?” He frowns, jaw becoming slack. “What are you planning to do then?” “Travel. See the world. Maybe write a book.” Wendy shrugs. “Do all the things I couldn’t do when I was married and working full-time.” “But will you ever return to practicing law?” “Probably not. I’m at the age where I can retire early and have enough money to last the rest of my life.” Hoseok shakes his head, reeling from unadulterated shock. Wendy is a great lawyer, a role model, someone he looked up to, and he can’t understand why she’s throwing it all away. “I just don’t…” “Get it? Yeah...sometimes I wonder how this all happened.” “Just…” Hoseok sets his pen down and looks at her. The woman has always looked younger than her actual age, an impressive feat created from hard efforts, genetics, and expensive creams. While many people, men and women alike, have been impressed with how well she takes care of herself, Hoseok never cared much for it. But right now, up close, he can see her wrinkles and the deep set marks of age, exhaustion, how life has taken its toll on her. She looks more tired in the past year than she has her entire life. “Where did things go wrong?” But at the same time, she appears wiser. “You know, Hoseok—” Wendy’s legs uncross and she sits straighter. “—I loved Mark very much. I know he was your mentor too and you respected him greatly. You were around us when our marriage was at its highest points, so I understand why you’re surprised when I first came to you about this.” He can’t hide how hurt he is anymore. It was never his marriage, but they always symbolized his hope. “You were both so in love. I could’ve never expected…” “This outcome? For us to think it’s easier to just end things? Yeah...” She smiles meekly and gently whispers, “me either. But it happens and it’s okay. We both just fell out of love. We both fought. We lied. We cheated on each other. We merely tolerated one another. It was ugly. And I hated myself.” He’s heard the same story a million times over. No one ever gets into a relationship believing they’ll break up or get a divorce. It’s unplanned. In every single case he’s worked on, every story he’s read, there were always the high moments. There was always love at some point. There was always happiness. It’s just that no one ever expects for it to crash and burn and become so hideous. Happiness. Family. Children. Love. Anger. Infidelity. Abuse. Deceit. It happens all with the same people. There are years spent sharing bedrooms, falling in love, creating families, raising kids. And there are years drawn out screaming across the courthouse, cursing each other to death, grabbing any assets, letting pettiness get the better of logic, trying to win as if it’s some kind of game. “I think being a divorce lawyer has made you jaded, Hoseok,” Wendy comments. “How could it not?” “You’re right. It doesn’t always work out, but sometimes it does. And I think the feeling of love, of companionship, is completely worth the risk.” His mouth lifts into a timid smile. “Since when did you become such a hopeless romantic?” “Since I saw you and that girl together.” Hoseok scoffs yet again, brushing her answer off. “You’ve seen us twice together. That’s it.” “And that’s all I need to see,” Wendy snaps back, unyielding. “If you’re a good mentee then you would just listen to what I have to say. I’ll tell you the same thing I said to her — just because things don’t work out, doesn’t mean the time spent together is meaningless, and sometimes it’s worth trying things over again.” She stares straight into his eyes, dead center like his pupils are the bullseye of a target. “You will learn from other people’s mistakes, from my mistakes, and you will face what you want rather than running away.” “Just because you see love fail every single day, doesn’t mean yours will fail too, Jung Hoseok.” // The rest of the day simmers down at a better pace. Taehyung and Jungkook return earlier than expected and help Jimin and Sunyi catch up on their schedule that they were behind on. Naul and Seokjin are in good condition while Yoongi and Namjoon call to let everyone know the problems have been resolved. The copier gets fixed miraculously and Dahyun returns to the phones and Inyoung goes back to her position as well. But by then, the work day is over and everyone bids each other goodbye. You stay a few minutes later, finishing typing up the paragraph for the day before grabbing your belongings and your coat. You’re about to leave, but you notice Hoseok’s office door is closed with the lights still on. Wendy had left hours ago and the receptionists are gone. He’s not having a meeting with anyone, and it’s this relentless curiosity that causes you to knock on his door three times. Your knuckles rap on the surface of the wood. But with no sound responding, you carefully crack the door open. The sight of Hoseok’s mouth wide open greets you. His head is knocked back, neck on his chair, slumped, and snoozing away. You smile, approaching with three strides and calling him quietly. “Hoseok...Hoseok?” Your hand lifts to gently shake his arm. “Hoseok.” “Hhm? W-what?” He slowly blinks awake, sitting up again and looking around as if he forgot where he was. “What...what happened?” “You fell asleep. It’s time to go home.” He stretches his arms up in the air and yawns, glancing at you and becoming embarrassed. Hoseok puts on his coat slowly, arms pulling through the sleeves, and you wait for him. “I didn’t realize I was so tired.” “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.” There’s a cheeky grin on your face. “I know things have been hectic around here, so it’s okay if the boss gets a little nap time.” Hoseok scoffs lightly and turns to look at you. You’re ready for this cue to leave this office, but when he simply stares, you’re forced at a standstill, feet rooted in the ground, swallowing hard as your heart rate begins to pick up speed. “Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Your head tips. “Sure. What is it?” “I know this is inappropriate and unethical. It might be deemed as sexual harassment too. I don’t want to impose on you in any way. Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and we can pretend this never happened—” “What is it?” you interrupt, unable to contain your amusement when he’s acting so oddly frantic. “Can I...can I have..a hug?” There’s a pause before you answer. “Okay.” A slow grin spreads across his face, giving him permission by opening your arms up and motioning him over. When Hoseok stays hesitant, you take a step closer and casually wrap your arms around him. He embraces you back after a delayed moment and it goes quiet. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “I’m your boss. I shouldn’t be doing this.” “It’s really not that big of a deal. It’s just a hug. I thought it was something much worse.” You giggle quietly, trying to ease his tense muscles that seem to be shriveling up in your embrace. “Did you know hugs can be part of stress relief? I’m just doing my job.” Hoseok smiles, reminding you of the sun as he leans down, pulling you closer to accommodate for the slight height difference. “This is definitely not part of your job description.” “I like giving out hugs, so I definitely wouldn’t mind if it was.” “You’re beginning to sound like Jimin.” “Why didn’t you ask him to hug you instead?” He snorts, laughter bubbling from his throat boyishly, voice moving in a childish pitch and you can practically hear his pout. “I’d rather hug you for a million years than hug him for one second.” You have to remind yourself over and over again that this means nothing. Hoseok just needs emotional support. He just craves platonic physical contact. He’s friendly. This means nothing more. It means nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. “I don’t know about that. A birdy told me you kissed Jimin a lot,” you tease, keeping your mind off of unnecessary thoughts that are beginning to plague you. “On the forehead.” Hoseok melts into your arms, smiling harder. “It means nothing.” “Yeah...I know. I know.” It’s quiet. There’s an absence of all sounds, of white noise, of the busy concrete jungle that surrounds the building you’re in. In Hoseok’s office, you can’t even hear the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you. All you take in is the sound of his soft breathing, the noise of your running pulse playing in your ears, the scent of fresh linen coming from his crisp clothes, the slight tinge of expensive cologne, how firm yet soft he is wrapping himself around your frame. It’s an invasion of privacy, how easily he can sneak himself and affect your deepest emotions. And yet, you have no nagging doubts, merely savouring his warmth and finding peace and comfort in his touch. “I help end marriages every day. I see the end of relationships all the time,” he murmurs, barely coherent as if afraid to ruin this moment. “I...don’t think I believe in love, Y/N.” “Me either,” you admit. “Why?” “Because...my love wasn’t enough.” It hurts. You shut your eyes tight as if you can stop the barrage of memories, prevent tears from soaking down your cheeks. “And I think I lost my chance.” He swallows hard and holds you closer, tighter, without any regard for where you are or who the both of you are. “Whoever hurt you was an asshole.” “Yeah.” Your hands curl around the fabric of his coat, bunching it in your palm, grasping onto him. “He was.” The man becomes sleepy, blinks heavy as his heart feels. He should let go of you, but he doesn’t want to. It’s like his senses have told him he once let go of you before when he never should’ve. But eventually, enough time passes that you stir. “Hobi, are you okay? Is there something you want to talk about?” His entire body freezes up, muscles becoming rigid, and he pulls away, brows knitted together. “What did you just call me?” “What?” You blink. “I said Hoseok.” “No, you didn’t.” He hasn’t heard that nickname in years. His parents don’t even call him that and he knows for a fact that he isn’t going crazy, that his ears aren’t deceiving him. You step back and pull him away. In one breath, you’ve closed yourself off, drawing into your own body, uncomfortable. “I said Hoseok,” you insist with a sigh. “But can we go now? I’m going to miss my train.” He nods and you walk ahead of him, going straight towards the elevators. Hoseok is left staring at your lonely backside and he wonders how he could’ve been such an asshole, what he exactly did to hurt you so much, who you exactly mean to him.

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On Teaching High School Students

Rae Rival

I started teaching Creative Writing at the Philippine High School for the Arts (PHSA) in 2012. Before PHSA, I was a grade school teacher and an educational materials writer. I was also an active member of Linangan sa Imahen, Retorika at Anyo (LIRA). The approaches that I used to teach poetry came from my training as a LIRA fellow and member.

There was no manual for teaching creative writing to high school students. It was usually offered as a course in college. Arts classes at PHSA ran for four hours a day every afternoon. My former references include creative writing syllabi from universities, my handouts from college and books written by Virgilio Almario such as Sansiglong Mahigit ng Makabagong Tula sa Filipinas, Panitikang Pambata sa Filipinas, Pag-unawa sa Ating Pagtula: Pagsusuri at Kasaysayan ng Panulaang Filipino, Maikling Kwento sa Filipinas, etc. Photocopying parts of novels, collections of poems and short stories both by local and foreign authors became part of my daily routine. I taught the elements of poetry and fiction and used Literature and Its Writers by Samuel Charters and similar books as guides.

Aside from delivering lectures, I usually come up with “fun” writing exercises or attempts at game-based learning. This year, with PHSA’s calendar shift from June - March to August - May, came the return of the bundy clock. As public school teachers (PHSA being an attached agency of the Department of Education), we sign a contract that requires us to report for 40 hours a week. The Daily Time Record (DTR) form was replaced with a time card, and we were to punch in and out every day. A flexi time was allowed but the options were usually to spend 11 hours a day for 4 days or 9 hours a day for 5 days. It was actually 44 hours if you count the hour-long lunch break.

As arts practitioners, one might find this setup suffocating. PHSA does not really require their arts teachers to practice (it is just a small point for professional growth in the Individual Performance Commitment and Review Form). There are no programs to address this need and during meetings, teachers have to justify and defend the need for practice. Our directors, however, are very open to proposals and approve requests to attend lectures, facilitate workshops, join group shows, engage in activities that are related to our field. But as a general school policy, PHSA teachers are just technically, civil servants who need to complete 40 hours preferably in the workplace. In fact, an approved travel means leaving your students behind. They are left to study on their own when their teacher is away. If this is often done, students’ development may be compromised.

Yet, with the 40-hour work week, how can one practice? The only viable solution is that one may try practicing within the 40-hours, within the premises of the school. That is not always possible for theater actors or theater arts practitioners who need to be part of a production. For writers, it seems plausible (though progressive writers need to be more engaged, need to embed themselves in a community or struggle thus, also has field work). Interdisciplinary artists who weave writing with other forms of art may also need to go beyond finishing a novel or a collection of literary works (and not all writers can do this in front of their faculty tables or computers). If we are to compartmentalize arts practitioners: visual artists need a studio space, and musicians and dancers need to rehearse on their own or with an orchestra or a dance company. Practicing our art in the morning, before the afternoon arts classes begin, is not something that is openly-discussed or even encouraged. We are usually given committee work and mornings are spent doing clerical work, lesson plans, and other duties. Plus, the fact that you have to earn a License (completing 18 units of education first) in order to be a tenured faculty and finisha Master’s degree if you wish to be promoted. With all these requirements, there is no room for art, really.

Initially, PHSA teachers were given dormitories or cottages hence, the term “resident arts teachers.” They were literally residing and living with the students. They were open for consultation after class hours. Until now, music, dance and theater arts students rehearse until 9 or 10 PM with their teachers. Back then, former resident teachers who were married brought their owns kids to the cottages as it was similar to housing privileges.

With the number of students multiplying (the school was initially created for 1st - 4th year high school, now it has to accommodate Grade 7 - Grade 12 students), PHSA dormitories can no longer accommodate teachers. What our school needs is a feasible, scientific, and child-friendly boarding school curriculum. Some resident arts teachers even go beyond the 40 hours and if they are provided with housing/dormitories, they even stay during weekends to train students. A boarding school curriculum will create programs for students that will help them organize and manage their time after class hours. A boarding school curriculum will also provide programs for art practitioners—the resident arts teachers. This will also set clear parameters for the teachers, clarifying our responsibilities as mentors of children and teenagers residing in Mt. Makiling.

This brings me back to my initial and final concern for writing this essay, what PHSA students need are high school teachers. In my short stay in Mt. Makiling, I have applied different approaches to teaching creative writing. As I have mentioned, my training was limited to my college degree and LIRA (which has a highly-academic program for their fellows, they even tried creating an advanced/ Master’s program for their older members to help them continue honing and practicing their craft). This does not really work for kids as young as 11 years old. My 1st year high school students, we call them Grade 7 now, come here fresh from their elementary schools. Even if they like writing, some of them come here intimidated or with an initial fear for discussing poems. As Edward Hirsch wrote in his essay “How to Read a Poem”, the three misconceptions readers have are: (1) the need to understand what the poem means on the first encounter, (2) the poem is a kind of code, unless they have cracked the code, they missed the point, and (3) the poem can mean anything they want it to mean. That fear is intensified with approaches that are very strict or inaccessible for children and adolescents. I have students from Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao who have never heard of writers from the literary canon, whose idea of poetry is that it must have end rhymes. They have to unlearn a lot of misconceptions, a lot of habits.

We hire acclaimed, award-winning writers to mentor our students but not all writers can teach. We also hire college professors to teach part-time here but not all great college professors can be great high school teachers. That is one of the many realities here in Mt. Makiling, aside from the fact that this is a boarding school, not an ordinary school where you can simply deliver a lecture and leave your students. You have to come up with high school-friendly activities and guide them because, well, they are very young. They are given extraordinary responsibilities like producing an entire book, representing the country to international festivals, and conducting workshops to fellow high school students. They get invitations to perform, engage and participate in different arts-related activities all over the country. They are scholars and our task is to guide them well.

“Dapat masanay sila. Paano sila masasanay?” To me, the need to “grill” their works so they can be ready for creative writing workshops is quite complicated. We need to come up with approaches that are appropriate for high school students; we need to be nurturing and socially relevant. Every year is another challenge (a new school year brings in new digital natives with diverse skills and needs). We can guide them to be critical and compassionate. One of the things that I challenge in my class is the practice of workshopping literary works. The challenge has to be thrown to the critic or the high school teacher, how can you deliver this to an 11-year-old or even a 16-year-old?

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Aside from teaching, Rae Rival helps run Gantala Press, a feminist, literary press. Her poems, short stories and essays have appeared in various publications. "Press Release" (a chapbook of poems) and "Halimaw" (part of Sigwa: Climate Fiction Anthology) are two of her most recent works.

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