#depending on the classrooms i may not need it every day

[stephaniedola]

decided fuck it and bought a chair cushion for school

turns out spine and sacrum pain + 100 year old desks is not a winning combination and i refuse to suffer like i did last semester

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."

So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)

Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)

There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.

Word Count: 3953

This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”. 

Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”

“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school. 

You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge. 

“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.” 

You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room. 

“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”

Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”

“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”

“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”

“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”

“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs. 

“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”

“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”

The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him. 

You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face. 

“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door. 

“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”

“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”

“You pervert.”

“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”

“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”

You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again. 

Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”

You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…

“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”

That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all. 

“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you. 

“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes. 

“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again. 

Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face. 

“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend. 

“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”

“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”

You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.

“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”

“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”

“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”

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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends. 

At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday. 

“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”

“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.

“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”

“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”

“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”

You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”

“Please.”

They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”

“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”

He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you. 

“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted. 

“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”

You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you. 

You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.

“I do want to talk to you.”

“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.

“You scare me.”

“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”

“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”

“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”

“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”

“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”

Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again. 

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”

“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”

“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”

“N-n-no. I don’t.”

Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”

“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”

As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them. 

When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths. 

You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”

Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat.  “Please.”

“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body. 

“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him. 

“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.”  His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise. 

“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head. 

“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”

The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room. 

As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air. 

“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”

“That’s better.”

Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks. 

Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades. 

“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”

When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.

“Why?”, he repeats. 

“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper. 

“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.

“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”

Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed.  “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”

When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”

“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him. 

“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”

Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”

You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”

“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple. 

“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”

You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected. 

Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk. 

“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air. 

“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”

Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric. 

“How does she feel, Harrington?”

The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you. 

As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips. 

The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge. 

“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.” 

Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock. 

“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”

He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.

Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him. 

“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.  

Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.

You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach. 

“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home. 

While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up. 

“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket. 

“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked. 

“Yeah, my car is out front.”

“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”

As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you. 

After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin. 

There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days. 

You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car. 

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

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@sidthedollface2 @luna-munson83 @devilinthepalemoonlite @corrodedcorpses

[bluepallilworld]

Hehe 4th edition of...

DARK CREAM (AND POST DARK CREAM ) SHIPCHILDREN COLLAB! <3

After the summer vacation, the kids are invited to join the dark cream shipkids school! For their first day and class, all ages are mixed in one singular classroom... Will everybody stay quiet while waiting for the teachers or will chaos arise???

What's that?

3 years ago, I hosted a big collab for christmas, 2 years ago it was for the new year then last year we had an halloween celebration and now the fun continues!

This year, I'm hosting a big collab with a theme of "going back to school" to make some kind of a "family picture" with some of the dark cream ship children ! Nor Cross or S!Dream will be in the final picture as there aren't exactly the same depending on the child.

How to participate?

1- You need to have a dark cream/dark xunshine ship child (Cross x Shattered Dream kid). I'm making an exception for post dark cream kids ;). As long as Dream has been Shattered at one point, the kid can participate.

2- Draw your kid wearing a proper school outfit! (They will be indoors so you may choose to have them sitting on a chair, on a table or standing up, you can give them a school bag and anything you can think of! You can draw accessories aside if you want me to put it on their table or something (pens, notebook...) but no obligation here ^^)

3- Send me the drawing or tag me on it so I can get it! The drawing must have a transparent background so I can easily edit it. If you put a watermark, please put it on the inside of your drawing so that I don't have to erase/move it to make place for the other children.

You need to send me the drawing before the 10th of august so I have time to edit it properly before the big day and in case there are some problems. (It can however be discussed if needed, exceptions will be accepted or refused case by case)

I'll post it the 1st of september (probably early in the day) !

If you have any questions, please ask!

If someone without a kid wanna participate (or just want to participate more for funsies), you're welcome in the background+ team ^^

(being in the background+ team means drawing some elements of the background like all the lil' things you can find in a class, desks, posters, books... or some other stuff. It's usually me and music fairy @diofasolia (if you've got some free time to participate of course, solia) on that team)

PS: You can't use a kid belonging to someone else for that event ! You must be the creator of the kid and send me a drawing you did at least mostly by yourself (it doesn't mean you can't have help or collaborate with someone however) ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

PPS: Be creative or more classic with the outfits! Have fun! Do as you wish!

If it helps, the kinda perspective I'm going with (same as every year ;3). I'll adjust the size of the room depending on the number of kids. The kids are not obligated to be staring at us, from the side, showing their back... Also the pov will be from the white board ✨

Pose ideas for those who aren't inspired: awkwardly standing in a corner, reading a book criss-cross applesauce, tripping and falling on nothing (or something), chatting with someone, writing stuff on the wall, perfect student sitting pose, already asleep, climbing, fascinated by something (might be a poster, might be the class pet), showing something that really shouldn't have been brought here to someone, I'm late!, what an insteresting window, staring at the clock...

If you need a special accessorie/furniture/thingie to make the pose work, tell me and it'll be added in the background ^^

[thejohnthatgotaway]

I PERSONALLY THINK that one of the most challenging parts of being a teacher is the constant need to show up — living up to the society’s expectation that you always need to be present to steer the ship or keep the wheels running — even on days when you’re in bits and pieces.

And while others may argue that we, teachers, enjoy the same privileges that other employees do, perks like paid leave credits do not actually work like instant lifeline buttons we can just press whenever we feel too frail to move — not even when the heart is breaking or when the mind is wandering far beyond its boundaries. When you’re a teacher, the privilege to rest and take time off doesn’t work like an ‘I deserve it’ card you can use to grab a cup of Starbucks coffee or a pair of shoes you have been longing to get for yourself.

There are mornings when you just feel like you don’t have enough strength to go through the day — but you know you have to show up.

There are mornings when something blurs your eyes or when your voice shakes but you have to keep speaking so no one would notice the sadness and the frustration and the pain that’s eating you up inside.

There are mornings stained with disagreements at home or in your relationships, but you have to stand still and explain why the subject has to agree with the verb in sentences or why some things fail when people don’t communicate.

There are days when you struggle to understand your own thoughts, but you have to have clarity and help students understand the feelings of the characters in the stories they read or in the films they watch in class.

There are days when you’re down in the deep, but you have to act whole and smile because inside every classroom you enter, some look at you and find a reason to keep going or depend on you for hope.

Inside every classroom, someone who experiences chaos at home finds peace in your voice and in your presence – and yes, you’ll feel compelled to set aside whatever troubles you and be a safe space for others.

There are tough times when everything feels empty, but you know you have to keep pouring.

And when the day ends or the night falls, you stare at the ceiling trying to find answers to the very questions that won’t let you sleep. Or perhaps, pray for more strength because when the sun pops the following day – you know you’ll have to show up.

[Cheers to every teacher who may not be feeling okay lately, but still keeps on showing up. Our stories are diverse, some have far worse struggles than the others – but we all share a common purpose that somehow makes this world a better place.]

[silentcartoonist2018]

Captain Underpants Epilogue AU Chapter 7: Noon

Chapter 7

As he was replacing his red curtains in his office, Mr. Krupp felt like he was almost normal again, thanks to the wet towel he wears around his neck. Sure it made his shirt soaking wet, but it was a necessary sacrifice. 

Before long, it was already noon, all the students are out for recess, the teachers and staff are eating lunch at the staff lounge and Mr. Ree should be arriving at his office with the ring at any moment.

Any moment now….

Aaaany moment….

……..

Mr. Ree was late. Was fixing the ring more difficult than he thought?

….

After a few minutes, Mr. Krupp decided to just walk to Mr. Ree instead.

But when he opened the door, who should arrive but Mr. Ree himself!

“Oh! Uh…” Mr. Krupp stammered.

“What’s with the towel?” asked Mr. Ree.

“Long story. You got the ring fixed?”

“Yeah, about that…”

Those weren’t the words Mr. Krupp wanted to hear.

“There were some components in there that look surprisingly more advanced than they look. So I’m proposing an option where I can give it to you now, but in its basic functioning capacity. I mean, It’s supposed to be a toy ring with flashing lights right?”

“Absolutely not! It has to work just the way it did before with every single part inside it! Otherwise I can’t go back to—well I can’t say it but…Look, all that matters is that I get it fixed to working order no matter what!”

“That’s what I thought you’d might say. So here’s an alternative: You’ll have to wait a little longer till I can get them figured out.”

“How long are we talking about??”

“It depends on how soon I can obtain the right equipment. But it’s gonna be pricey.”

“I’ll pay you! I’ll pay out of pocket!”

“You— what ??”

All of a sudden, Krupp pulled out his wallet. 

“How much do you need?”

“Uh, you don’t—“

“Aw, what the heck. Just take all the bills I have! Everybody uses credit cards anyway! Just get what you need and fix that ring as soon as possible! Ok?”

“Oh…Ok…? Mr. Ree is visibly perplexed at the principal’s sudden act of…something adjacent to “generosity” but doesn’t entirely feel like it, because “desperation” was literally written all over Mr. Krupp’s face.

“Great! Now I’m gonna be busy gathering my composure. My coffee might have made me slightly jittery today. Bye!”

*SLAM!*

And just like that, Mr. Ree was shoved out of the office, door slamming behind him. Mr. Ree stashed away a total of $125, a few loose coins and a stray button into his wallet and went about his day. 

Mr. Krupp proceeded to bang his head against the wall for 15 minutes. He followed it up with primal screaming, some sobbing, occasional stomping on his own toupee, flipping his own desk and cleaning up the papers and supplies that fell out of the drawers.

Up until this point from the start of the day, he had been using all the water in his water cooler just to keep his towel damp. 

He cleared his schedule for an entire day and is barely catching up on paperwork by having Ms. Anthrope slide paper through the door, one at a time, and as silently as possible. Some of the water on his head dripped onto his paperwork and he had to jerry-rig a makeshift drying line for his paperwork in front of his desktop fan. His workload is at a trickle . 

At this rate, he may never get around to functioning as a normal…underpaid jerk of a principal that takes out his problems onto every person around him.

How is he going to spend the rest of the day avoiding people? 

Heck, how is he going to get through the year? The rest of his life??

It was at that point he realized that his towel was no longer damp enough, it stopped raining outside, and he used up all the water in his office. 

So much for barricading all day.

He looked at the clock: 1:15 . 5th period just started not too long ago, so the halls should be empty. 

Mr Krupp grabbed his earbuds and cued up some classical music on his phone. When he poked his head out into the hallway, he could hear a few noisy classrooms nearby and distant footsteps coming from the gymnasium. If he’s lucky, maybe he won’t accidentally run into a student on their way to the same restroom he was going to. 

It’s all should be stupidly simple. 

Down the hallway to his right is the teacher’s lounge. His best option if he wanted to avoid as few classrooms as possible. The only problem is that two other employees are having a late lunch and a very lively conversation. He really didn’t want to talk or accidentally get dragged into a conversation anybody today, so he decided to go to the other side of the corridor towards the boys’ restroom. 

Therein lies another problem: around this time, there were two classrooms that were particularly noisy. 

One was the music classroom (that he had to reopen due to multiple complaints from the PTA), which had a teacher that, as far as Mr. Krupp was aware, tends to snap his fingers a lot while conducting band class. The other classroom, also as far as he’s aware, is in the middle of doing group science projects, which, of course, means noisy students. And if there’s one thing he knows about getting an entire room to quiet down regardless of school subject, it’s usually with a loud voice and a finger snap.

Krupp put his earbuds on and turned up his phone’s volume and stared down a several foot long hallway. It was just him, some century old classical music from a century old musician from Europe—maybe Austria (Disclaimer: it wasn’t Austria), and a slightly stained, somewhat sweat-covered, used face towel from the gymnasium.  

As he picked up the cadence in his step, he was able to make it past the stairway and the secretary’s office. By the time he approached the music room, he turned up the volume on his phone. For a split second, off the corner of his eye, he saw the music teacher snapping his fingers and, much to his relief, he couldn’t hear it. All he had to do was pass the science classroom and he’ll be 5 feet away from the restroom. 

4 feet. 

3 feet. 

2 feet.

His hand finally reached the door when suddenly…

…he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

“AAHH!!”

Quickly he took out his earbuds, “YOU NEARLY GAVE ME A HEAR—oh, Hi, Edith!” Krupp’s tone quickly changed. 

“S-sorry, Principal Krupp!” Edith stammered, reeling from Mr. Krupp’s outburst and then regaining her composure. “I haven’t seen ya all day.”

“Yeah, uh…” Mr Krupp nervously readjusted his toupee. “I was busy. Really busy .”

“Oh, should I come back later—?”

“NO! No, I mean, it’s alright, I just wanted to wash my face real quick, but that can wait! Hehe…” Mr. Krupp blurted out in one breath. 

This was the worst possible time to be meeting with his girlfriend. He desperately wanted to say, “I’m really sorry, but I’m a bit preoccupied right now!” That’s pretty much the most rational thing he could have done.  And yet, he couldn’t say it. 

“You doin’ alright? You look a bit antsy today…and a bit pale.”

“Of course! I was just thirsty and I can’t wait for Mr. Ree to get the rin-I MEAN—an extra cooler, so right now, I’m settling for tap water from the bathroom.”

“Didn’t you just say you were just washin’ your face?”

“Ummm….uhhh……”

“Never mind. Anyhoo, I was lookin’ up places to go for our redo date and-“

“We’re doing a redo date?”

“Of course! I mean, I had a good time last Friday, but everythin’ you planned didn’t go the way you wanted it to go, did it?”

Mr. Krupp grew flustered. “N-no! Don’t worry about—“

“So I’m thinkin’ that since you were the one doin’ all the plannin’ since date one. I think I should…y’know treat you for a change!”

“Oh yeah?” Krupp’s hand stopped pushing against the restroom door. 

“How do you feel about going out of town for a day trip?”

Mr. Krupp raised his eyebrows. “That sounds…pretty interesting, actually. Where do you want to go?”

“So, there’s this museum down in Dayton that has—“

For a split second, it JUST occurred to Mr. Krupp that right behind Edith, he could see through the window to the front of the science classroom, mentioned previously. He could have sworn he heard the sound of children talking amongst themselves, followed by the teacher speaking noticeably louder. Through the same window, he could see a silhouette of the teacher’s hand. However small it was the shape was unmistakable: a hand cocked upward with a thumb and middle finger pressed together. Right before they—

SNAP!

If not for the fact that he was inside an elementary school (and in front of Edith), he’d be screaming out as many curse words as possible right now.

……………………………………

Falling face-down on the floor, Krupp had returned to the mindscape again.

“Yet another case of bad timing, Benny?” Wiseguy taunted whilst jotting down a sixth tally mark on a passing chalkboard that quickly vanished back into oblivion.

Krupp proceeded to bang his fists on the floor. “I WAS BEING CAREFUL TOO!!!”

“And yet you still got tripped up by your girlfriend.”

As he was getting up, Krupp suddenly heard Edith’s voice. 

He looked around behind the EGO booth to see the same floating screen out on the water. It was still focused on Edith's face and Edith was still looking at him. Yet somehow, she doesn’t seem to look like she noticed that he fell under another trance again. But aside from that, something much more important stuck out to him. Krupp could definitely recognize the tone of Edith’s voice, but to him it sounded, really, really, REALLY muffled.

“I can’t understand her? No….NonononoNONONO!!!!”

Quickly, Krupp grabbed Wiseguy by the shoulders, shaking him with great intensity. “I’m getting a second chance for our date! She was going to tell me where she wanted to go and now I can barely make out anything she says?? WHAT SORCERY IS THIS ?”

“H-hey! Shake any harder and you’ll— whoop . There it goes.”

Too angsty to react to the fact that he shook Wiseguy’s head off, Krupp immediately turned back to the EGO door to bang on it in hopes of getting this “other person”’s attention. But before he could shriek “ YOU JERK! GIMMIE BACK MY BODY!! ” to the person he assumes is behind the EGO door….

“…. ….. …….. ……..!”

He heard another person’s extremely muffled voice. Something much louder and closer than Edith’s.

“……….?”

“… … …? … …… ..…..~!”

It would be one thing if Edith was having a one-sided conversation with him, but it’s another when he could actively see vague shapes of his hands entering and leaving his field of vision and seeing his vision bobbing up and down as if he were agreeing to something…. 

“There we go,” Wiseguy grunted as he reattached his head. “Crazy how you can still understand the tone of a conversation even though you can’t understand it word-for-word, huh? Whatever it is, it sounds pretty lively.”

As much as Krupp wanted to deny it no matter how much his blood turned cold, no matter how chilly his spine became….

…….that voice was unmistakable. 

“ Holy mashed avocado sauce !” Krupp said in disbelief, clasping his metaphysical hands on top of his metaphysical head. “That’s my voice, isn’t it!? A-am I actually responding to her? I-I’m answering her and I can’t even hear what I’m saying?? God! I don’t have any control over what I’m saying to her either! WHAT AM I EVEN—!?”

Krupp started to notice something in Edith’s expression. There was something drastically different about the way she looked at him. 

The glimmer in her sky-blue eyes seemed to shine brighter. She looked so much happier. She was even blushing and even looked like she was flirting with him!

When he heard his own and Edith’s voice’s muffled laughter, Krupp started to clench his fists.

Wiseguy peered over Krupp’s shoulder. “Your rant got suddenly quiet.”

“I’ve….never seen her look at me that way before…Not since our first anniversary date.” Krupp said, with a bitter tone. “It’s infuriating …”

“I don’t suppose you’re feeling jealous of yourself are you?”

Krupp’s eyes widened, as if he came to a sudden realization. “Hey, clown. If this is what it feels like when the other guy is in control. Is it the same when I’m in control? You must have met him.”

“Quite a bold hypothesis, Mr. Krupp.” Wiseguy grinned slyly.

Krupp turned towards the clown looking straight at his eyes. “You must at least know who this guy is, right? Who is he ?”

“I’d love to tell you….but sadly, my knowledge is only as good as yours…. somewhat . But even if I did know, where’s the fun in spoiling it when you should take the satisfaction in finding out yourself?”

There was a long pause. More laughter in the background seemed as if it was mocking Krupp.

Before Krupp could say “That sounds like a sorry excuse for saying that you’re just lazy”, that same mysterious force yanked him back through the EGO door. Not too long after, a shadowy figure tumbled out in Krupp’s place, with his elongated shroud trailing behind.

“You sounded like you had a good time.” Wiseguy said to the shadow.

The shadow only grinned in response.

………………..

When the principal came back to his senses, Edith was hugging him rather tightly. Somehow, he felt a slight drop of water on top of his head directly under what appeared to be a crack in the ceiling. His toupee felt like it slid out of place, and his tie felt slightly loose…but miraculously his clothes were still intact!

“Thanks, Principal Krupp!” Edith said excitedly. “We’re gonna have a great Saturday!”

“Uh, yeah! Looking forward to it!” Mr. Krupp answered sheepishly. “Uh…just so we’re clear, can you go over it again just one more time?”

“Huh? But I just explained it 3 times already.”

Whoever this other guy is, he’s a complete moron!! Krupp thought begrudgingly.

Mr. Krupp’s face turned red. “Right…never mind.”

“Oh! Let me text you the directions to the museum and the place we’re gonna eat.” 

LUCKY! Mr. Krupp thought, trying to resist the urge to pump his fist in the air. “That’s great! I’ll commit them to memory!”

“You’re the best,“ Edith said, beaming. “ See ya tomorrow!”

Edith turned back towards the cafeteria to restock food. Krupp just smiled blankly and waved. After a few minutes, Krupp started to walk back towards his office, looking down at his texts from Edith. They were directions to a science museum and an evening farmer’s market. The museum felt like a wild card, but he’s looking forward to the farmer’s market. He’s never been to one as a customer before.

As Krupp entered Ms. Anthrope’s office, he suddenly noticed something rotten in the air that seemed to come from his office. When he walked in, the smell led him to the wastebasket next to his desk where some flies were flying around. Buried under a layer of crumpled paper was a particularly rotten half of an unusually large potato, along with what looked like wires attached to it.

“Who dumped this trash in my office?” The principal wondered.

……………………………………………..

Extra Chapter: An Entry From Someone’s Journal

Friday was a disaster. 

It was bad enough that I lost my Project Friday morning, but it was even worse when I found it. On (SCRIBBLED) HIS desk. A whole summer’s worth of tinkering away in the cave, reduced to proverbial ashes. The outer casing had melted into a puddle and the pieces I salvaged after it hardened still had pieces of wood. Not good especially if I wanted to recycle it back into filament in case a rebuild was warranted. I wonder if there’s a video out on the web showing how to “purify” used PLA?

Something to think about later. Right now, I’ll need to focus on retrieving as many of the important parts as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’m rolling everything back by 14 months. 

Time’s running out….

To-do List:

(SCRIBBLED)

(SCRIBBLED)

(SCRIBBLED)

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Distract Mr. Ree

Find Mr. Ree’s office!

-Devlog entry No. 72., Operation: Still Yet-To-Be-Named.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Hey mod did you see the hundred of last line of defense academy what your thought

//Honestly, at this point I'm exhausted trying to keep up with all of these games. Kodaka won't rest until he puts a Danganronpa spin on every genre out there.

//My face definitely lit up the moment I saw Komatsuzaki's art style, and I'm glad that they're opting to go back to the more visual novel aspect of it.

//It makes me laugh because Last Defense Academy looks like it SHOULD be a Danganronpa spinoff. They're trapped in a school, they have a mascot character overseeing them.

//Rain Code didn't really have this problem (I say problem, but it's not really a problem, just something worth noting) because even if there were some stark similarities between it and Danganronpa, Kanai Ward as a setting, the interactions between the characters, the supernatural element of the story, as well as the overall theme and style of that game made it stand out as its own thing that could be loosely linked to Danganronpa.

//You could legit replace the main cast of this new game with the cast of Danganronpa, and have Monokuma fill in the role of that mascot, and I don't think there'd be much difference.

//In fact, do you know what this feels like? This genuinely feels like what could have happened during the two years before the first killing game, when Class 78 holed themselves up in the school and are defending it from the Despair outside while they board it up and cut them off. It really just does feel like it should be a Danganronpa title, but Kodaka didn't want to slap the name on it anymore.

//I mean, it's not like he can. He doesn't really own the series anymore. But it's clear he loves Danganronpa dearly, and so he should, it's his pride and joy, and there's no shame in basing most of his games off of it. That's what put him on the map in the first place.

//This is the closest thing I have to a gripe. The characters look plenty interesting, and the idea of a strategy RPG-style game coming from Kodaka is cool, and I really want to see where he takes it.

//Narratively, from what I can understand of the plot, Kodaka is taking the stuff he wrote with the Danganronpa series and Rain Code, and he's giving it more of an Assassination Classroom spin. And if you remember some of the discussions I had during the Mukuro Vs Kayano phase of the Death Battle even, I think that sort of twist works really well.

//Not only that, but when I went back and listened to what they were saying in the trailer, it also seems like the team is re-using a really old concept that they first came up with with Distrust; Danganronpa's Beta Version. And that's the idea that your choices can affect which of the main characters die and which one's live.

//Like the typical DR setting, there are 16 students including the protagonist, and the trailer states that you need to defend the school from the unknown assailants for 100 days. This makes me think that the game is taking a Fire Emblem/Until Dawn route, and there will be multiple endings to it, like one where all the students die, one where they all live, one where certain students die and it affects the others, etc.

//If that IS the case, then that's pretty stellar for what Kodaka and his team have put out so far. Danganronpa may be a sensation, but it's simple in practice and execution. It's the character writing that carries it; not the gameplay.

//Rain Code improved upon the gameplay aspect a lot, but even then, it never went as far as this.

//Unfortunately, despite all I've said I can't give a full opinion of it until the game actually comes out, and/or we see more gameplay footage and information of it. The stuff that they showed in the teasers isn't an awful lot to go off of.

//Also, whenever this comes out, there's a chance that, depending on whether I like it enough, I MIGHT add the characters to the blog. HOWEVER, if I DO, then it's probably only going to happen if I decide to do a Phase 4.

//Originally, I only planned to have Phase 3 be the end of the blog's main story, but for all we know, depending on how far this goes, it could very well just serve as the end of the Zetsubou saga. I don't really like dragging these sorts of things out, but this blog and it's story got way more popular than even I was expecting, and I'm always happy to deliver for you guys.

//But again, I can't write promises that my mouth can't cache, so don't quote me on this.

-Mod

[notetaeker]

Hi dear notetaker. I need a suggestion for my English class. You know, Ramadan is coming soon and I wanna do an activity with my kids. They're third graders and very enthusiastic about ramadan. But I don't know where to start. Do you have any ideas or suggestions for it? 🌸

Yes!! Are your kids primarily muslim? In any case, here are some that we've tried before / wanted to try - the kids I work with mostly are 6th grade so some of these may be geared toward older kids. Feel free to take any of these ideas and adjust them.

Ramadan Activities for kids (+ adults tbh)

1. Ramadan bingo - each box filled with a good deed and they put a sticker when they complete it, and you can give multiple levels of prizes depending on if they got a bingo / how many bingo lines they can make, or if they complete everything on the bingo board - we gave fidget toys from amazon as prizes. (Based on the hadith that the best deeds are those that are small but consistent)

2. Sadaqa Jar - everyone gets a little jar which they decorate with stickers / washi tape / markers provided and they use it to store their change or a dollar each day and then you can collect it every friday or right before Ramadan ends to donate to a cause

3. Good Deed Jar - fill a jar with 30 slips of paper, each with a good deed. Every day they pull out a slip of paper and do the good deed.

4. Everyone writes one major thing they are going to pray for on a slip of paper, the papers get shuffled and distributed and everyone has another person's dua that they will ask for in addition to their own. (This activity fits well while teaching kids about the hadith that if you pray for something for someone, the angels pray for that same thing for you + gets them in the habit of praying for others)

5. Make a paper Fanoos (Lantern) + chain links - a childhood favorite that I did myself as a kid - its fun to make and doubles as decorations that you can hang in your classroom / masjid for Ramadan. There are countless tutorials online and you just need paper, scissors, and a stapler (or glue)

6. 'Stained glass' effect suncatchers using cellophane wrappers / tissue paper (link) that they can hang on their windows - there's a lot of ramadan lantern tutorials if you search, here's a more advanced one

7. Making and decorating bookmarks to be used while reading qur'an (Since Ramadan is the month of the Qur'an)

8. Making moon-sighting binoculars (link) - connecting to the lunar calendar

9/10. There are also really great Ramadan related picture-books that are out -I've seen some in my library and they can be read aloud for story time. I'd also recommend Adam's World (it's a puppet show for kids about different islamic concepts and I like it because it's not the overstimulating super colorful filled with music type show.) The Ramadan episode is about adam, a kid who is fasting for the first time and trying to get thru the day learning that it's not just about avoiding food, but it's also about doing good deeds (not to be biased but it's what I watched growing up in the early 200s lol so I show it to my students too sometimes)

[vvatchword]

Freewrite Traveler versus Alphasmart Neo 2

So I have an Alphasmart Neo 2 and a Freewrite Traveler. One of these cost me about $300. The other cost me $30. And I'm about to give you a review because I love one of these things more than the other.

The Alphasmart Neo 2 is from the 00s and was used in classrooms to help kids practice typing without the distraction of a computer attached to the Internet. They come with some basic little functions like a calculator and are powered by three AAA batteries. They have eight files that can contain 10,000 words each, can copy, cut, and paste, and you can go back into the document to edit. There are no Undo or Redo functions. To transfer the files to your PC, you hook up a cable while the Alphasmart and your word processor of choice are turned on. That easy. The batteries last for-e-ver. I'm taking about years. I am on my second set of batteries and I've owned this dealio for five years or so with almost daily use. This thing cost me $30 plus s&h a few years ago. Word has gotten out about these, so they're more expensive than that these days, but not significantly so--maybe $50? You'll see some being sold for $100 or so but that's ridiculous tbh.

At the time I purchased the Alphasmart, i had already backed the Freewrite Traveler on Kickstarter for about $300. I felt pretty dumb and wondered if I would regret my choice.

As it turns out: yes. I do.

The Traveler uses the same kind of screen as a Kindle, has three files of infinite words each, is rechargeable, and can back up your work to the cloud and send your files to your email address. It's sleek, small, and exceptionally cute. I just like looking at it. But after getting it, I couldn't help but compare it to the Alphasmart, which kicks its ass every day.

Recharging sounds fine, but it runs out of juice FAST. A full day's work will knock it out; I ran out of juice anywhere from three days to three weeks, depending on how much I was using it. Inevitably there is a point you forget to recharge and wham bam fuck you ma'am, it's going to take four hours to charge now and you can't use it if it wound down to 0% while you were sleeping. It posts to the cloud, which you'd think is great--infinite words! Back it up anywhere you find free WiFi!--but to do this, you need to sign up for Postbox, a service through Freewrite, which means that if the company dies, so does the cloud feature. You can also transfer your files via the charging cable, so they thought of this, but it feels dangerous and a little disingenuous, not gonna lie.

Unlike the Alphasmart, you can't copy, cut, paste, or edit. When I say you can't edit, I mean that you can't arrow up to some previous point in the story and add or delete. The point of this feature--and it is a feature!--is to emulate typewriters and encourage first draft flow. Problem is, that's just not how I write. For $300, or whatever it's selling for now, I want to be able to use cut, copy, and paste, maybe even redo and undo, and I want to be able to go back and add extra bullshit. Also, the full-sized Freewrite has a backlight, but the Traveler does not. Why does my $300 machine not have a goddamn backlight.

The Traveler also has a hint of lag and it drives me fucking crazy. This may not be a problem for you if you hunt and peck or are a slower typist, but I type almost as fast as I think. I have gotten up to 190 wpm before. Long story short, Traveler can't keep up--but Alphasmart can!

The Alphasmart is also more comfortable to type on and takes up about as much room in a bag as the Traveler does--just lengthwise rather than width-wise, if it makes sense. The Traveler is better for a purse, perhaps, but it's just bulky enough that I sometimes found it troublesome to make room in my bags. It's about the size of a clutch when folded up.

At one point, I got caught in a rainstorm while my Alphasmart was in my backpack. The rain seeped into my backpack and ruined a book. Meanwhile the Alphasmart was like lol whatever do you feel like writing queen?

Anyway, I'm going to see if I can't sell my Freewrite. I'd rather have a second Alphasmart rofl

[allthewriteplaces]

Magnolia In May ~ Chapter Six

Chapter Summary: Jessie and Tommy finally spend a little time together, the two of them and the kids go on a picnic and there may or may not be ducks involved.

Chapter Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 5,067

Chapter Six

One week had passed. Life at Arrow House went on. A routine was quickly established and I took great care in sticking to it, ticking off each task like a list in my head. Predictability, to be able to know what was going to happen in advance, how things were supposed to go, and what was expected of me, eased the anxiety and gave me a sense of safety and security. Every morning, I rose early and got dressed. I always laid my clothes out on my bed the night before and had one outfit for every day of the week so I wouldn’t waste too much time picking something to wear. Then I would quietly go down the hall and wake Ruby and Charlie for breakfast.

Suffice it to say, neither of them appreciated having to leave their beds when they were just so comfortable, but we took things slow and steady, giving them time to get their bearings before I dressed them and brushed and combed their hair. Then after they’d eaten and brushed their teeth, they waited in the classroom for their instructors to come. They told me their last governess, a buxom, round-faced woman named Margot acted like a drill sergeant, practically dragging them out of bed. Charlie said if she had a whistle, she’d probably blow it to wake them up. They were also told that children should be seen and not heard.

Governesses were supposed to like children, or at least that was what I led to believe. She didn’t read to them, play with board games and cards or make up stories with them, she even brushed them away when they wanted to show her what they’d learned on the violin and piano and it hurt their feelings deeply. Long story short, they didn’t like her one bit and I can imagine the feeling was mutual, which is why she left before Thomas could fire her himself.

Now and then, we would go outside. I let the kids run around on the grass for a bit to get some fresh air in their lungs, and I would stand on the cobblestone, watching them play, like kids their age should be doing. Sometimes we drew on the driveway and played hopscotch, or we would simply sit on the grass to eat lunch. I wanted them to live life as stress-free as possible, to be kids.

Today, since the weather was nice, I’d asked Mister Shelby if I might take them out for a little drive; a change of scenery might do them some good, and maybe we would even stop by the park. Between the many business meetings and being shut up in the study, we didn’t see him much, aside from mealtimes.

He agreed, though he insisted I carry a weapon with me at all times. “Do you know how to shoot?” he asked, leaning back against his chair. There was no trace of humour in his eyes, or in his voice. This was a serious matter. Of course it was. These were his children he was talking about.

I shook my head. I had never used a gun before. I’d never even held one. The best form of self-defense I had been given was a rulebook that every woman needed to follow.

Rule number one: Never go anywhere alone, always travel in groups of three or more. Rule number two: Never venture out after dark, that’s when it’s the most dangerous. Rule number three: Stick to the roads you know. Rule number four: If anyone follows you, go into a crowded place. This way, they’ll be less inclined to do any harm. Another tactic is to shout or scream, take a few different turns and confuse them, make it as though they’re going through a maze. If all else fails, fight. Punch, kick and bite, like your life depends on it.

When I turned fifteen, the age where girls started going to parties and hanging out with boys, he became a tad more protective. He gave me a small steel dagger with a jagged edge and a wooden hilt with my grandmother’s initials carved into it. It wasn’t much, but if used correctly, he said, it could do enough damage to render my opponent defenceless and give me enough time to make my escape.

Eliza also became more protective, too. She sat me down one night after my cousins had gone to bed and gave me the talk that all mothers (or in this case, aunts) are supposed to give. It was unappealing back then.

When I explained all of this to him, he stood from his desk and unlocked a drawer. In his right hand was a revolver and I drew a long breath as he lined six led bullets up on the desk in a nice, neat row. They were gold and the tips were that odd colour between grey and blue. He loaded it and my heart lurched as I heard it click and he pointed it my way, not to hurt me, but to show me how I was supposed to hold it.

Then he unloaded it again and then went out of the room, asking me to follow. Soon we were outside and a wooden door which looked like it had been ripped off its hinges, stood in the middle of a patch of grass.

“Stand here,” he instructed, then he placed the weapon in my hand, using his own to adjust my hold on it. “All you have to do is raise it, point and squeeze the trigger. Aim for the lower chest, that’s where all of the vital organs are, or anywhere on the head. That will damage the brain.”

The anxiety wound up in my stomach once again. My eyes never left the weapon.

Maternal instincts had been instilled in me since I was a little girl and everytime I looked at Charlie, everytime he spoke or I saw his eyes twinkling, and everytime I would see Ruby walking toward me with a smile or heard her laugh, I felt something warm and endearing fill my heart.

The very idea that I needed to know how to use this, that there were people in this world who were capable of harming me or the children and that I would have to take a life in order to protect them, terrified me.

“Don’t shoot until you have a clear shot where no one else will get hurt. Once you have your target locked, shoot. Don’t hesitate. Don’t show them mercy, because they aren’t as noble and compassionate as you are. I should know.” His hands released mine and he stepped back a bit. “Now, repeat back what I just said.”

“Raise, aim for the vital spots, wait for a clear shot and then…” I heard the gun click as I squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened, of course. It wasn’t loaded.

“Very good, now let’s see if you can hit those marks, eh?” He reached into his pocket and put three of the six bullets into the cartridge and then handed the revolver back to me, standing back and placing his hands on his hips.

The weapon shook with my trembling hands and he placed one of his on top of mine again. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t worry, everyone gets nervous their first time,” he assured me, but while his tone was soft and calm, his face was serious. “But when it comes down to protecting yourself or your loved ones, you must do whatever’s necessary. I have already told the children what to do if the worst should happen. They’re more likely to take them to get to me than harm them.”

He paused again, that wandering look from when he talked about France, appearing in his eyes. Then as if coming out of a daze and remembering I was there, he continued.

“I almost lost Charlie once. He was too little to remember any of it, but one minute he was in my arms, the next he was gone. I will never forget the way my heart stopped, how it felt like the air was sucked out of my lungs and my whole world shattered. If that happens, find a safe place to hide, stay there until I come and find you. Don’t go after them yourself. I will take care of it, do you understand?”

Imagining Charlie in the hands of some monster, it made my stomach drop and my heart ache with anger. Who would ever dare to harm a child, especially a boy as sweet and innocent as he is? Exhaling, I could feel him move some hair away from my eyes with his fingers.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Shall we get back to it?” He drew a long breath and his easy smile returned and his mind came back to the present as I raised the weapon. I imagined a face, a black patch over one eye, and a sickening grin on his face. I also tricked my mind into hearing the children screaming, which motivated me. “That’s right, deep breaths. Focus. You won’t be able to do much if you can’t think clearly. Loosen your grip….Aim….and…now.”

The gun clicked, the bullet flew and made a big dent in the old door as it ricocheted off the top. Without waiting, I tried again, lowering it until it was locked onto the right (technically left) side, where the heart was located. My nose wrinkled in concentration and I almost managed to hit it, but I went too high up.

“It’s alright. That’s why we’re practising. Third time’s the charm.”

Once more, I raised the weapon and it hit right where I wanted to.

“See? You’re a natural. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

I felt my heart race a little bit at the comment, a blush coming up on my cheeks and the heat rising to my chest. He was teasing me…I knew as much. But his tone was soft and playful and I thought I could detect a spark of flirtatiousness there, as well, but maybe it was just me overreacting?

“Are you alright?” he asked me, brushing a hand along my shoulder. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine,” I answered, still catching my breath and recovering from my adrenaline rush. I lowered the gun, moving my finger away from the trigger. It wasn’t loaded anymore, but I needed to be just as careful as I would be carrying scissors and knives. “I just thought of a scenario and I gave it all I had.”

“And what did you think about?”

“The kids. You.” I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked down at the ground, hoping he didn’t see the tears gathering in my eyes, but he was smarter than I was in many ways. He easily picked up on my fear and without warning, brought me into his arms, resting his chin on my head and rubbing my back soothingly.

“It’s alright. No one is going to lay a finger on them, or you. Not if I have anything to say about it, yeah?” I nodded and eased into his touch, only looking away when from the corner of my eye, I saw Frances standing near the door to the inside of the house, leaning on the frame as she caught her breath.

“Mister Shelby, is everything alright? I thought I heard gunshots and I came as quickly as I could!”

“Everything’s alright, I’m just initiating the new governess, that’s all. I’m sorry if I worried you there for a moment.” She seemed to know what he meant and I could sense the relief on her face. “Are the children awake yet?”

She shook her head. “Yes, sir. They’ve been asking for Jessie.”

“Tell them she’s talking to Daddy and that she’ll be there soon.”

“Of course,” she nodded. “Will there be anything else?”

“No. Thank you. That will be all.”

Frances retreated back inside and I could see her own worries lifting a little at seeing his friendly, reassuring smile. One of the main reasons I loved my place at the Shelbys was that Ruby and Charlie clearly followed their father’s example, saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and apologising when they unintentionally did or said something wrong.

They even volunteered to help cook and clean sometimes. I am not proud to say that not all households I had stayed in treated their staff with the same level of respect and gratitude as they did. A few of the maids I’d eventually become friends with told me the very same thing.

Eventually, I would learn that this was because Thomas knew what it was like to have every bit of dignity stripped away. He also knew that no matter how far up the social hierarchy he and the rest of his family managed to climb, or how legitimate they became, who they were and where they were from, would always be a harsh reminder that politicians, judges, lords and ladies, would look down upon them, never admit them into their palaces, as he’d said, and would treat them like the scum of the earth.

“Would you care to join me?” he asked suddenly.

“Join you, Mister Shelby?” I tilted my head to one side, confused.

“Tonight,” he added.

My pulse quickened. I was surprised by the question to say the least. Or maybe it was because my thoughts had started to wander and twist the meaning of his words. I knew I should probably say something to avoid looking foolish. “Do you mean….”

He raised an eyebrow and a smirk made its way onto his face. “What?”

“I…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. My mouth went dry, my tongue felt like it had gone numb. I couldn’t put my words together. I was completely and utterly speechless and it was humiliating. I knew I was flushing, just like I did that night at the dinner table when all he did was push in my chair for me like any other gentleman would do. In the background, I could hear the birds singing in the trees and a little grey squirrel scampered up the trunk and into its nest.

Realisation hit him and he laughed. “There’ll be plenty of time for that, love, I promise, but there are other things I wish to do first. After all, I don’t have just anyone in my bed. Unless that’s what you want, I’ll be happy to oblige.”

He paused and the pressure in my chest dissolved.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.

“Have you ever laid with a man?” His voice dropped and I looked at him, astonished. He was bold, perhaps a bit too blunt, but there was also that mischievous glimmer from before.

“I—” I paused and then shook my head. “Those are not the sorts of questions you should be asking a lady, Mister Shelby.”

He stared at me for a few moments and then nodded, acknowledging his error and kicking up a bit of dirt with his boot. “Forgive me, that was a bit rude of me to ask such questions. I was going to say, before I let myself get carried away, that we could have dinner together, just you and I.”

“What about the kids, are you sure they’ll be alright without us?”

“I have already asked Johnny if he could take the kids for a few hours. He’s coming by later to pick them up. They’ll be happy over there and would probably stay all day long if I let them.”

I wasn’t sure who Johnny was, but if Thomas trusted him with his kids, that meant he was harmless and I wouldn’t have to worry about their safety while we were together.

Later, I walked with the kids to the car. When I told them we were going on a picnic, they were positively thrilled. They’d hoped their father would be coming along with us, and I was prepared to tell them that he’d join us another time, but to my surprise, just as I was about to climb into the driver’s seat, he came running out of the house and said he didn’t have anything important to do so he’d be joining us after all.

I wish I could have captured the look on their faces. I’d never seen them smile so brightly, and I could tell it had been a while since Thomas saw them smile like that, too. They were glad that he was finally going to be spending some time with them outside of meals, which was exactly what they’d been hoping for.

“We’re not taking the car,” he said, inclining his head and Charlie stepped out.

“Then how are we going to get there?” he asked. Ruby climbed out after him and their eyes met their father’s. I also wondered what sort of tricks this man had up his sleeve. With a smile, he made a motion with his head for us to follow him, which we did and when at last we stopped, we were standing a little ways away from a vardo, a traditional horse-drawn wagon held up by four wheels, with two being used for steering.

This one was painted a mossy green. Brown curtains provided a suitable entrance as well as shelter from the harsh rays of sunlight. A green tarp covered the bow-top roof and a black horse stood. He was content enough to munch on the blades of grass that sprouted at his hooves while he was waiting. The whole scene looked like something I had seen in a Van Gogh painting!

The kids glanced at each other and ran up ahead, seeing who could get to it first, and once they did, they climbed inside, already itching to get going. It was a good thing I held off telling them about the plans we had made until now or else they probably wouldn’t have slept the whole night because they would be too excited.

“Come on!” Charlie said, impatiently, waving me over with his hand in an exaggerated way. I could hear Thomas chuckle beside me and when I turned my head to look at him, his smile reached all the way up to his eyes.

“We’d better hurry, or they might leave without us,” he said, slipping his hand through mine and then without warning, he took off into a sprint, practically dragging me along with him. We eventually caught up with the kids, who were sitting inside and waving at us. There was a three-step ladder that they could use to climb in, and they were short enough not to bump their heads on the roof. Whereas Thomas and I needed to duck.

The inside looked fancy and well-kept, and there were some built-in seats up near the front where the driver and a few other people could sit and brown curtains that could be drawn to keep out the sunlight, or to provide a little bit more privacy.

One of my uncle’s dearest friends’ name was Patrin Holland, but everyone else called him ‘Paddy.’ He had one that looked almost exactly like this one, except now and then there would be these stunning pieces of antique furniture that they would take from the side of the road, items that were often discarded and would otherwise rot away, polish them, give them a fresh coat of paint and they would look almost brand new.

“One person’s trash is another person’s treasure,” he would say.

His main occupation was training and trading race horses, but now and then he would stop by the cottage for a chat and a cup of tea and would let the children go for a ride in the vardo if they wanted to, and it didn’t come as a surprise that the answer was always ‘yes.’ Alice always said it was better than Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage, because there was no magic spell that had been cast on the vardo to make it look beautiful, it was perfect the way it was.

They often wondered why we couldn’t have one, but Eliza and Albert said that they didn’t have any room for one. Plus, if we did, it would make the rides in Paddy’s less special.

Paddy and his wife, Sarah, had six children of their own. Four boys and two girls. Their oldest son, Django, was (and still is) one of my dearest friends and one of the kindest, most loyal men I’d ever met. He was tall, with beautiful brown hair and brown eyes and he had a warm laugh that made me feel at ease, even when I didn’t feel like smiling, or laughing.

Eliza used to tease me and say we might end up married someday, and really, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ if he asked me. She wasn’t even mad when I told her I’d once snuck out of the house one night and walked to his family’s camp. The air was cool, it was nearing the end of summer and autumn was making its entrance a little earlier than usual. He’d just come back from collecting wood for the fire and as soon as he saw me, his face lit up.

We sat on a log in front of the fire while his father put the younger kids to bed and his mother washed the laundry and pinned it up on the clothing wire. She did her own washing, but she also did the washing for her friends and neighbours. The girls, Theodora and Tillie, would often pitch in and help and came with their mother on errands.

Crickets chirped in the long grass and the full moon was shining, a rare sight in these parts. It was actually pretty romantic, much so in fact, that he kissed me. I had never been kissed before, but I knew what to expect. It would be awkward at first, and it kind of was, but then as we got more comfortable with it, and each other, it became more and more like the kisses I’d read about.

And that was pretty much it. We didn’t say a whole lot and sure enough, I went back home. I didn’t want Eliza and Albert to worry or to think something bad happened to me. No, it was the total opposite.

She was on the bottom step when I got home. She looked pale and I knew there was no sense hiding the truth about where I’d gone and who I was with. I trusted her with everything that was going on in my life and she was… thrilled. Was it because she was relieved, or because I’d just kissed a boy? Something she evidently never imagined me doing in her wildest dreams.

“Something on your mind, love?” Thomas asked in jest, his voice light and joking as he settled into his own seat. Coming back to the present moment, I looked around the vardo as Charlie adjusted his position on the seat. Ruby laid her head on my shoulder and I brought a hand up to stroke her hair. She was smiling, too.

“Just thinking,” I replied.

“About what?” she asked, her eyes were big and bright.

“About how excited I am,” I said, and it’s true. I was excited. I hadn’t gone on a picnic since last autumn, but now that it was nice and warm outside, it seemed like a good opportunity to get some fresh air.

He then turned to me with a teasing smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. I could see now where Charlie got his good humour and mischief from. It was as clear as day.

“Well in that case, I hope you’re ready for an incredibly lavish picnic day,” he commented, his tone playful and flirty.

“I’m never one to pass up some fine dining!” I replied with a laugh of my own. With a flick of the reins, we started driving out of the estate into the countryside and took in all of the sights for the first time. It really was a beautiful day, and the bright, warm sunshine added a certain ambiance to the trip. I could feel my heart feel a little lighter as we left the estate behind and started the journey.

Despite it being only my second day working for Thomas and Charlie, I was really beginning to feel welcome in this family, as though we had known each other for years, and I felt my heart warm with each passing moment spent in their comfortable presence.

“Such a beautiful day,” I said. The place was beautiful, the sun shone on the lake, making the water shimmer. The soft breeze blew through the neighbouring trees and tall grass. We got out of the wagon together and I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air.

“It is indeed,” Thomas agreed with a soft smile as he looked around, his eyes full of delight and happiness as he let out a sigh of satisfaction. He really did seem to enjoy the simple pleasures in life.

“Look! Look at the ducks!” said Ruby, pointing a little ways ahead of us to where a family of ducks were swimming in the lake. I knelt down beside her to get a closer look at them.

“There’s four of them! A mama, a papa and two little babies,” I said in glee after seeing how cute they were, playing and swimming in the lake below.

“Just like us,” said Charlie, putting a hand on my shoulder, then turned to his father. “Right, Daddy? That one’s you, Jessie’s the mama, that one’s me and Ruby’s the smallest one.”

“You’re right, that does look like us,” he nodded.

“Daddy’s making a lot of noise,” Ruby giggled and I smiled at her.

“Daddy does make a lot of noise, doesn’t he?” I asked jokingly.

“Yeah,” said Charlie and Thomas gasped in mock offence.

“I do not!” he said.

“Do to,” Ruby argued, moving from her spot, over to her dad.

“I can’t wait to tell my cousins!” he exclaimed with a grin.

“Hold on! I have an idea!” I reached into my brown bag, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. I turned to an empty page and began to draw the ducks. Charlie watched me as the pen moved across the paper.

“How do you do that?” he commented.

“Magic!” I replied, putting up my hands and their eyes widened.

“Can you draw a cat, too?” Ruby asked, looking up at me with a curious expression. I smiled back at her, then once I was done with the ducks, I began to sketch a cute little cat on the paper and a yarn ball.

“What about a soldier?” asked Charlie. “Or a teddy bear.”

“Not sure if I can draw a soldier, but I can draw a teddy bear.”

Beside the cat, I drew a teddy bear. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just a few quick little doodles.

“Daddy, look at the kitty cat.”

“How charming!” Thomas exclaimed enthusiastically, looking over my shoulder at the little drawing I had made of the cat.

“Meow!” Charlie said, mimicking a cat.

“Meow!” Ruby repeated.

“Meow!” I replied.

“Daddy, you try,” said Ruby.

“Oh, do I look like I can do a good cat meow?” Thomas teased with a playful smile. She sat up and then got on her knees, holding one of her white hair ribbons above his head, like it was an actual cat toy, a pleading look on her face and a grin appeared on Charlie’s face.

Tommy couldn’t hide his delight at the challenge, and he began to make quiet purring noises from his chest, laughing to himself as he did his best impression of a cat purring. He pantomimed a pretend cat’s paw in the air, his voice trying its best to mimic meows.

Even if it wasn’t the best cat impression I’d heard, there was something very endearing about the noises this grown man was making just to put a smile on the faces of his children who were giggling non-stop now. I found myself smiling happily along as well as I watched the three of them.

“Well, do you think that’s an accurate depiction of a cat, or am I too far off the mark?” he asked with a small, joking laugh.

“No, I think that’s pretty accurate.” I chuckled softly.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter and my stomach flip just the slightest bit and I felt myself slowly inching closer towards him in response, pulled in by the pull of that invisible magnetic force. I tried my best to hold back a little blush that was rising on my face.

“Can we eat now? I’m absolutely starving!” Charlie announced excitedly, looking towards the basket that sat a few inches away from where we were sitting.

“Me, too,” said Ruby. “Daddy, listen. My tummy’s making noises.”

He pressed his ear to her stomach and nodded. “It sounds hungry.”

I stood up and heard her giggle as he scooped her up in his arms.

“Wanna help me get the basket, Charlie?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He followed me back to the vardo and we brought the basket with us and put it on the ground.

“Alright, let’s see.” I opened the basket and looked inside as if I were looking into a chest of treasures. “My, my! What do we have here? Some sandwiches, a jug of lemonade, now this is a perfect picnic if I’ve ever seen one!”

The kids happily ate their lunch and chattered excitedly, tossing the crusts of the bread to the ducks and I laid down on the grass, listening to the wind rustling in the treetops and hills all around us.

Ruby crawled across the grass and laid down beside Thomas, putting her head on his chest. “Daddy, can we do this everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you get tired of it, my darling?”

“I guess,” she shrugged.

“Every other day?” Charlie asked, hopefully.

He laughed and I closed my eyes. Tomorrow, there would be new problems and challenges to face, but for now, we continued to eat sandwiches and drink lemonade and feed ducks, enjoying the peace and quiet. It was nice just to disappear for a few hours, anonymous, where no one could find us.

To be continued!

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[deafcruz]

5. Limited access to emergency services*

In emergency situations, deaf individuals may have difficulty accessing critical information, such as evacuation orders or emergency alerts, if they are not provided in a format they can access. In the near future, service that would be helpful to the community, though it is largely dependent on a reliable connection to work well.

*6. Employment discrimination*

Deaf people may face discrimination in the workplace due to employers' lack of understanding about the needs and abilities of deaf employees. This can include difficulties in finding employment or experiencing discrimination and exclusion in the workplace.

*7. Limited access to education*

Deaf children and students may face barriers to accessing education due to a lack of resources, teacher training, or inclusive curricula. This can impact their learning outcomes and future opportunities.

*8. Accessibility at airports / transport*

Deaf and HoH people fear of missing flights/transport as announcements for flight changes are usually done via audio. They are usually forgotten even when special note is made that they are Deaf/HoH. (There are times when a wheelchair is even weirdly passed to deaf travellers). Travelling is most of the time, not a fun or leisurely activity for people who are Deaf /HoH.

Similar concerns also apply to flight baggage claim announcements. Deaf/HoH people will have to take extra care to remember the faces of people and clothes from the same flight in order to follow them to get their own baggage later on.

All these examples above are just snippets of what goes on every day, globally, that makes individuals in the deaf community feel like we are less important and have lesser rights. Other problematic situations include videos without captions or transcripts, no flashing lights for fire alarms, no hearing loops, on top of not having sign language interpretation. I hope that we can be more aware to care and to be more inclusive of deaf people.

Addressing these accessibility issues requires a concerted effort to increase awareness, provide adequate resources and support, and make changes to the built environment, technology, and policies to ensure that the deaf community can fully participate in all aspects of society.

In summary, there are several practical ways in which society/the common person can become more inclusive for deaf individuals. Here are a few examples:

*1. Sign language interpretation *

Providing sign language interpretation at public events and in workplaces is a crucial step to improve inclusivity for deaf individuals. Sign language interpreters can translate spoken language into sign language, allowing deaf individuals to participate fully in conversations, presentations, and meetings.

*2. Closed captioning*

Closed captioning on televisions, videos, and movies can help deaf individuals follow along with the spoken dialogue. Closed captioning can also be provided in public places such as airports, train stations, and hospitals, allowing deaf individuals to receive important information.

*3. Visual alarms*

Visual alarms can alert deaf individuals of important sounds such as fire alarms, doorbells, and phones. These alarms can include flashing lights or vibrating pagers, ensuring that deaf individuals are aware of important sounds. (Note: Visual alarms tends to get expensive)

*4. Written communication*

Providing written communication, such as emails, notes, and text messages, can help deaf individuals communicate with hearing individuals more easily. This is especially helpful in work and educational settings.

*5. Assistive listening devices*

Assistive listening devices such as FM systems, hearing loops, and personal amplifiers can help deaf individuals better hear and understand sounds in public places, such as classrooms, lecture halls, and theaters.

*6. Accessible websites*

Websites that are designed to be accessible to deaf individuals include video content with captioning or sign language interpretation, and written content that is easy to read and understand.

[mettywiththenotes]

Hello! It might sound really odd, but I'm writing a fanfic and it's set in the UK. I saw that you're British. The characters are in secondary school (Year 11), and while I do my fair share of research, I am hopeful that perhaps you can aid me with this. if it's not too much trouble, of course, and only if you're comfortable with it. I appreciate the trouble of reading this long ask in the first place!

I know it varies for each school, but any bit of information will be helpful! In case you wish for examples of what I search: What do you do in form and do the students in it always change? Do you use phones in class? What school trips were like (and did you have school trips out of the UK?)? Would you usually use the bus or walk/use a car? And so so!

Please, it'd be a great help to my writing! It might never be truly accurate, but I wish to get as many details as I can about school life in the UK. For me, any shred of detail is important!

Thank you so so much for reading this, I appreciate it even if you don't answer. :)

Well first of all, thank you for thinking of me with this, it's very nice that you did :)

Also very new. Never expected anybody to come to me about this kind of stuff lol

And yeah, you're right, it really does vary between schools

I'm not sure if I could help much because I can't exactly remember everything that happened in high school. It's really just a blur for me. But I'll list what I can and do remember:

Also, I'm not in school anymore, so this is just from when I was there. Idk what may have changed since then

What we did in form -

The most common was doing the register, making sure everyone was there. Then the rest from there would vary. Sometimes our form teacher would talk to us about different topics, like bullying or organizing our stuff. And sometimes they'd have nothing to talk about, so we'd either talk to each other (our friends yknow) or talk to the teacher about something

Or sometimes the teacher had little activities for us to do. Either to improve organizing our work or just other activities (idk, drawing or card games. it was just supposed to pass the time)

I would probably equate it to a free period, depending on if the teacher had something to talk to us about or something for us to do. But you're definitely supposed to stay in the class throughout it

For year 11's, the very last year of high school, we would normally be told to complete any work we had in form time. So if the teacher didn't have anything to talk about, they'd say "okay, for the remainder of our time, do any work you have left to do in silence". If you had to do coursework on the computer then you had to ask if you could go get a computer, and if the answer was no (depending on time left in form), then you'd just do something else. Draw or something. Or complete any written homework you have

In my school, we were given form booklets, which were just like a simple schedule book. The first couple of pages had school rules and such, then there was a little section where we recorded our "target grades" (basically a whole "what could i have done better/what could i do next time" thing for each of your lessons and what grade you got in them for each year you were in the school). And the majority of the book was what could probably be described as a calendar schedule for each day of the week and a notes section (for anything you needed to remember to bring or do during the week)

And with the whole "teacher gave us stuff to help organize" thing, that would usually involve the form booklets too

I'm not sure what you mean by "do the students change", but I'm assuming you mean if any students can just go into any form, and the answer is no

There are forms for every year. Like, one year 7 form classroom wasn't for every student in year 7. The form rooms were split up between different rooms, at least 20 students to each room. So the form rooms would be assigned as 7A or 7B etc, so you could assign at least 20 students to one of the rooms and give them a number

For example, "which is your form?" "mine is 9C" "oh so you're in year 9?" "yep"

So each student was assigned a form room to be in, and they always had to go to that form when it was form time, and you have to do that all the way until you finish high school. Unless one of the students was bad and continuously disrupted form time in their own classroom, in which case the teacher could probably assign them to a different form so they didn't cause any more disruptions

Form time was usually had in the mornings before classes. You'd get there, the teacher would do the register, you'd do whatever in the remaining 30 minutes, and then go to your first class

Sometimes we'd have form time in the middle of the day though. Which, again, acted more like a free period than anything else. I think it was kind of rare to have in the middle of the day though. Sometimes we talked about stuff with the teacher, sometimes we didn't

(so I guess you could basically say it's like homeroom? I guess that's what Americans call it. sorry if I'm like, overexplaining stuff you already know, I'm just trying to cover it all)

Do you use phones in classes? -

As far as I remember, no, we weren't allowed phones in classes unless the teacher specifically said "you can use your phone". I can't remember why they would be used in the classroom, if ever. Maybe if the calculators weren't working, so you could use the one on your phone?

It was rare that they allowed it though. You couldn't even use your phone in the hallways, nevermind in the classrooms

You had to completely turn your phone off or mute it as soon as you got onto school grounds. No one was there as soon as you got into school to enforce this rule, they just kinda trusted us to do it (so obviously you had to be sneaky if you wanted to use it during the day)

If you ever needed to make a call without using your phone, you had to go down to the reception and talk to whoever was behind the desk and ask them if you could make a call. You'd tell them the number and they put you through to whoever you wanted to talk to

And this is kinda obvious but I'll say it anyway - if you got caught with your phone out, you had to give it to the teacher and you'd get it back by the end of the week. I think

What school trips were like -

Again, not sure about this one

They were... chaotic, I guess. As much as it can be when there are a bunch of teachers trying to look after a whole group of kids all at once for a whole day. You'd go on a coach with the rest of the other students and go to the place (wherever it was), and it was kind of a struggle to organise everyone

Sorry, but I don't remember much about what they were like

I do remember that we went to the movies though. Sometimes it would be as a reward if the class did good on exams

I'm sure we went to other places but. can't remember where else

Did you have school trips outside of the UK? -

Yes

I never went on any though

The school's funding wasn't great, so there weren't a lot of trips outside of the country. Since I was at the school, I can count maybe 1 or 2 trips that people signed up for. The only one I can remember specifically is a trip to Paris though

Transport -

Car. I was driven to school by my family

There were buses, but I heard they were hell (other kids being shitty yknow), so I never went on one

I'd walk home if family wasn't available to pick me up

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Uhhh I'm not sure what else you want to know lol. I don't know how much you know, so...

I guess I'll just mention food real quick?

And the queen/royalty and history. Can't forget that

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Cafeteria -

We call it Canteen

(I have no idea why)

It's usually the same experience I guess? You're supposed to pay for food, but there were kids who had free school meals. There were also those who had packed lunches with food from home

Cooking -

Food Technology

So the teachers asked you to pick a recipe for something you wanted to make, then you had to bring ingredients from home and cook it all in the classroom-kitchen at school

Might be exclusive to just my school but, the class was mostly written work. So you didn't get to cook all the time

(which I would say kinda sucked, and it did, but honestly preserving the ingredients for the class was a nightmare too. Food Tech was usually during the day, so it could be your third class of the day or last class, which meant you had to bring your ingredients in the morning, keep it somewhere safe in the school - whether it was in your form room or in the classroom-kitchen - and hope things didn't spill or get stolen. OR you had to bring the bag of ingredients everywhere with you. And then you had a problem if the thing you were cooking took more than an hour, because the class was only one hour. You were lucky if you had Food Tech for 2 hours. So like I said, a nightmare)

UK History -

Let me just say that we don't learn about the monarchy, or at least, not all of it

The most we learned about history was the Tudors, the black plague, and the Victorians I think. King Henry and his six wives

It should definitely be mentioned that I hated history class and so didn't pay a lot of attention in it, but I know that we didn't learn about the monarchy

We didn't learn about the queen, or the king, or whatever happened in the past with them. The most we learn about it is from our families (and whether they tell us the whole truth - if they know it - or the "good" version is completely up to them, unfortunately), the media (who kiss royal ass like no tomorrow) and from the internet, if we choose to question what we're told

Other british people on this site have told me the same thing, that they didn't learn about the monarchy in school either, so. take that as you will

I don't know if it depends between schools though so *shrugs*

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Oh yeah and I'll mention the whole teams thing

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Teams -

Yeah there's assigned teams for the students

And again I'm not sure if this is exclusive to my school or if it's every school, but we had 4 colour teams (red, blue, green and yellow)

And kids would get sorted into these different teams

I can't exactly remember what they were for??

I think, at the end of the year, one of the teams would get awarded points depending on how well students did in tests and good behaviour and stuff and the rewards could range from like. a trip to the cinema or just a trip in general to somewhere fun (like an amusement park) or a free school day (where your entire team would go into a classroom and just watch movies and do activities and stuff for the whole day) or something like that

I'm sure not every school did this, but mine did

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That's it. I guess? Send me another ask if there's something else you wanna know specifically

But this is just from my experience

Hope this helps in some way :)

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Necessary Guide to CNA License Requirements: Step-by-Step Path to Becoming a Certified Nursing Assistant

Essential Guide⁣ to CNA ⁣License Requirements: Step-by-Step Path to Becoming‌ a‌ Certified⁢ Nursing Assistant

Becoming a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) offers a​ rewarding entry into​ the healthcare field. The role ‍is vital for patient care, providing support to nurses and assistance to patients in various⁣ settings. Navigating the requirements for a CNA license can be challenging, but this guide will simplify the process. Let’s explore everything you need to know⁤ to⁣ become a CNA—and boost your career in healthcare!

Understanding What a CNA Does

A CNA supports⁤ patients in daily activities and aids nurses in their duties. Key ‌responsibilities include:

Bathing and grooming patients

Assisting ⁣with mobility and transport

Taking vital signs

Feeding and ensuring comfort

Documenting patient information

Why Become a ‌CNA?

Choosing to become a Certified Nursing ⁤Assistant presents numerous benefits:

Job Security: The demand ⁣for nursing ‍assistants is continuously rising.

Career ⁣Advancement: Starting as a CNA can lead⁤ to various nursing or ⁣healthcare roles.

Personal Fulfillment: ‌Enjoy meaningful connections with patients and their families.

Flexible Hours: Opportunities for⁢ part-time and full-time positions.

CNA License‍ Requirements: A‍ Step-by-Step Guide

Step 1: ‌Understand the Prerequisites

Before you start your CNA journey, ensure you ⁣meet these⁤ basic ⁣prerequisites:

Must be at least 18 ⁤years old

High‍ school diploma or⁤ GED

Pass a background check

Meet health requirements (e.g., TB test)

Step 2: Complete a CNA Training Program

Enroll in a state-approved CNA training program, generally lasting between 4-12 weeks. Consider the following:

Programs can be found ‌at community colleges, technical schools, and healthcare facilities.

Ensure the program includes both classroom instruction and ‍clinical practice.

Costs typically range from‌ $800 to $2,000, depending on the ​program.

Step 3: Pass the CNA Certification Exam

To become a licensed CNA,⁣ you must pass both a written exam ‍and a skills evaluation. Here’s what to expect:

Exam Component

Description

Written Exam

Tests your ‌knowledge of nursing assistant procedures and patient care protocols.

Skills Evaluation

Hands-on assessment‍ demonstrating⁤ your ability to⁣ perform essential CNA tasks.

Step 4: Apply for ⁢State Certification

Once you pass ‌your exams, you can apply for your CNA ‍license ⁣through​ your state’s nursing board. Typically, you will need:

Proof of training completion

Exam results

Background ⁣check documentation

Step 5: Maintain Your Certification

CNA licenses typically require renewal every 2 years,⁢ which may include:

Completing ​continuing education hours

Submitting renewal⁢ fees

Proof of employment as a‌ CNA during the previous period

Practical Tips ‌for Success

Consider the following tips as you embark on your path to becoming a ‌CNA:

Stay⁢ Organized: Keep track of paperwork and deadlines required for certification.

Network: Connect with current CNAs and instructors for advice ​and mentorship.

Hands-On Practice: Utilize every opportunity to practice skills during ‌training.

Stay⁣ Updated: Follow ​healthcare news⁢ to keep informed of changes ⁢in regulations.

Case Studies: Real-Life CNA Experiences

Here‍ are two notable experiences from‌ CNAs⁢ reflecting on their careers:

Case Study 1: Emily, Hospital CNA

Emily shares, “I started my career as a‍ CNA in a busy hospital.⁣ The fast-paced environment ⁤taught me ⁣to think ⁣on my feet. Each⁣ day presents unique challenges, but the gratitude⁣ from patients makes it worth ⁤it. Through my experience, I decided to pursue my RN license!”

Case Study 2: Mark, Nursing Home CNA

Mark emphasizes, “Working in a nursing home allows me to build strong relationships with residents⁢ and ⁤their families.‌ It’s rewarding to see ​the difference I can make in their daily lives.” His experience inspired him to specialize in geriatric care.

Conclusion

Becoming a ‌Certified Nursing Assistant is a​ fulfilling ​path that opens doors to various opportunities in the healthcare field. By following the necessary steps, from meeting prerequisites to maintaining certification, you can‍ kickstart your career as a CNA. Remember, support from mentors and ongoing education are key components of success in this rewarding profession.

Whether you want to make a ⁤difference in someone’s life or⁤ pursue further nursing education, the journey to becoming a CNA is an enriching choice. Start your path today!

https://cnacertificationprogram.net/necessary-guide-to-cna-license-requirements-step-by-step-path-to-becoming-a-certified-nursing-assistant/

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Open Your Future: Complete Guide to CNA Training in MA

**Title: Unlock‌ Your Future: Complete Guide to CNA Training in MA**

**Introduction:** Are you considering a career ⁢as a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) ⁤in Massachusetts?‍ If so, you’re entering a⁤ rewarding field where you can make a difference in⁢ people’s lives every day. However, before‍ you⁤ can⁤ start your⁣ journey as a CNA, you’ll need‍ to complete the necessary training. ⁢This⁤ guide will walk you through everything you need to ​know about ⁣CNA training in ‌MA, so you can ⁤unlock your future in healthcare.

**What is a CNA?** A ‌Certified Nursing Assistant ‌(CNA) ⁤is a healthcare professional who provides direct patient care under the supervision of a registered nurse (RN) or licensed practical nurse‌ (LPN). CNAs ‌play a vital role in hospitals,​ nursing homes, and other healthcare settings by⁣ assisting patients with daily activities, such​ as bathing, ⁣dressing, and eating.

**Benefits of Becoming a CNA:** – Job stability ⁢and security in the growing ‌healthcare industry – Opportunities for career advancement and further education – Fulfilling work that makes a difference in patients’ ‌lives

**CNA Training Requirements in MA:** In Massachusetts, aspiring CNAs must complete a⁤ state-approved training program to become certified. The training program typically consists of both classroom instruction and hands-on ‍clinical experience. The requirements for ​CNA training ‌in ‍MA include: – Completion‍ of⁤ a state-approved training program – Passing⁢ a competency evaluation exam – Criminal background check -⁤ High school diploma or GED

**Finding a CNA Training Program⁣ in ⁢MA:** When ⁤searching for ⁣a CNA training program in Massachusetts, it’s important to choose a program that is⁤ accredited and meets ⁢the state’s requirements. Some of the‍ top CNA training programs in MA include: – American Red Cross – Community ​colleges – Vocational‍ schools – Nursing homes

**Cost⁢ of CNA Training in MA:** The cost⁣ of CNA training in Massachusetts can⁤ vary depending on the program and location. On average, CNA training programs in MA can ​cost anywhere⁢ from $500 ⁣to $2,000. Financial aid, scholarships, and grants may be available to help offset the cost of⁤ training.

**Practical Tips ⁢for Success in CNA Training:** – Stay organized and manage your time effectively – Take advantage of ‍hands-on clinical experience – Seek out mentorship from experienced CNAs – Study diligently for the competency evaluation exam

**Case Study:** Emily, a recent high school graduate, decided to pursue a career as a CNA in ⁣Massachusetts. She enrolled in a state-approved training program and excelled in her ​studies. After completing‍ her training and passing⁤ the competency exam, Emily landed‌ a job at a⁢ local nursing home.‍ She‍ found⁢ fulfillment in her work and eventually ‍went on to further her education ⁤in nursing.

**First-Hand Experience:** “I always ​knew I wanted to work ‌in healthcare and help others. Becoming‍ a CNA⁣ in Massachusetts was the first step ​towards‍ achieving my goals. The training was⁤ challenging but rewarding, and I’m grateful​ for the opportunity to make ⁤a difference in patients’ lives every day.” – Sarah, Certified Nursing Assistant

**Conclusion:** Becoming ⁣a Certified Nursing Assistant in Massachusetts can be a fulfilling and​ rewarding career choice. By‌ completing a state-approved training program ‍and passing the competency evaluation exam, you can unlock your future in healthcare. With job stability, opportunities for career advancement,‍ and ⁢the chance to make a meaningful⁤ impact, ⁤a‍ career as a CNA is both challenging and gratifying. Take the first step towards your future as a ⁢CNA in MA today!

https://trainingcna.org/open-your-future-complete-guide-to-cna-training-in-ma/

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I started out with the 10 commandments. They served me through my childhood and established some boundaries. By the time I got to Hamlet, I was pretty sure that there were more boundaries that might apply to daily life. I found some in the advice Polonius gives to Laertes when his son is on his way to college.

In my last years as a teacher I concentrated on "teaching" 12th graders which consisted of confronting senioririts by continually reminding the students that I was trying to give them a fond farewell from his school and from childhood with the best advice I could find.

We needed to look forward.

The only thing that for sure wasn't in their future was high school.

We were wrapping it up and thus ending childhood.

These students were at the very end of their childhood as determined by our public school education. According to that rubric (and not counting kindergarten)childhood lasted for 24 semesters.

Seniors had completed 22 semesters.

Childhood was 11/12 over.

No more public school was around the corner.

Twelfth grade was the last stop.

I wanted to give them one last hug and one solid push out the door.

This is when Polonius became particularly useful.

I'm no longer a teacher in that I no longer have a classroom.

I do, however, have children and grandchildren at different stages of learning.

I want to provide them with the best advice I can. It's time to tke another look at Polonious.

I know he was a windbag and a snoop and a fronter but he had some excellent advice which he may or may not have followed. Let's check it out...first with the original according to Shakespeare.

Warning....Warning....Warning "Splaining" in the context of this essay could occur if straightforward advice is dissected and overanalyzed to the point where its core message becomes obscured. To avoid this syndrome, it's important to retain the simplicity and practicality of the original advice while ensuring that any elaboration serves to enhance understanding, not complicate it.

KISS

That's what I'm a tryin' to do here. Here's the original

Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, bear’t that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, but not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy; for the apparel oft proclaims the man. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.

Here's down for the grandkids and everybody who wants/needs it.

Think before you speak, and don’t act on every impulse. Be friendly, but not overly familiar. Hold on to good friends who have proven their loyalty. Don’t spend all your time and money on every new person you meet. Avoid getting into fights, but if you must, make sure you stand your ground. Listen to everyone, but talk to only a few. Hear everyone’s opinion, but keep your own judgment. Dress well, but within your means. Your clothes should be good quality, not flashy, because how you dress often shows what kind of person you are. Don’t borrow or lend money. Borrowing makes you dependent, and lending can make you lose both money and friends. Above all, be true to yourself. If you are true to yourself, you won’t be false to others.

There ya go....

You can stop here in the name of love OR....

Let's take a look at 'em one at a time.

Think before you speak and don't act on every impulse. Thoughts are the ideas, reflections, and considerations that occur in our minds. They can be complex, well-reasoned, and considerate of various outcomes and perspectives. Impulses, on the other foot, are sudden, unplanned urges to act or speak or walkaway. They are often driven by immediate emotions or reactions without thorough consideration of the consequences. When Polonius advises not to give voice to every thought, he’s emphasizing the importance of filtering our thoughts. Not every idea or emotion needs to be expressed immediately, especially without careful consideration. Impulses, particularly, can lead to actions or words we might later regret because they haven’t been tempered by reflection. Sometimes, people talk out loud as a way to process their thoughts. This can be helpful in organizing ideas and making sense of complex emotions. Thinking out loud is usually a sign of activated intuition which has a way of bursting out like a verbal burp certain truth is often revealed However, thinking out loud especially in public or around others, can lead to misunderstandings or unintended consequences. It’s important to ensure that what we say is appropriate for the audience and situation. Before speaking, take a moment to think about what you’re about to say. Is it necessary? Is it kind? Is it true? Is it reactive. Is it defensive. Are you pissed off? Do you want to injure with your words? This hesitation will help ensure that your words are thoughtful and intentional. But yeah, sometimes gas is gas and it's gonna explode. Impulse is more sensational and emotional than intuitive. Recognize when you’re feeling strong emotions like anger, excitement, or frustration. These emotions can trigger explosive impulses. Give yourself time to cool down and think before responding. Practice Self-Control: It’s a skill to learn not to act on every urge. Start with small steps, like counting to ten before responding in a heated conversation, or writing down your thoughts before sharing them.

2. Familiarity vs. Vulgarity: Familiarity involves being approachable, warm, and friendly. It means creating a sense of comfort and trust with others, being relatable, and showing genuine interest in their lives. It's the ability to chill. Vulgarity refers to language or behavior that is crude, offensive, or inappropriate for the situation. It can alienate or offend others, damaging relationships and reputations. It can reveal mistrust, discomfort and rage which of course leads us to the Over-Usage of the Word "Fuck".The word "fuck" is extremely versatile and can be used as a noun, verb, adjective, adverb, and more. It can express anger, surprise, frustration, or even be used humorously. Despite its versatility, overusing "fuck" can be perceived as lazy, disrespectful, or aggressive. It may detract from the speaker’s message and can make others uncomfortable, especially in formal or unfamiliar settings. Using strong language occasionally for "fuck sake" or for "shits and giggles" emphasis can be powerful and connective, but overusing it can make you seem unrefined and limited in vocabulary thus destiny. Think about your audience and setting before deciding to use such words. What might be acceptable among close friends or in a casual setting may not be appropriate at work, school, or family gatherings. Adjust your language to fit the context. Instead of relying on "fuck" to express every strong emotion or reaction, try to find other words that convey your feelings more precisely and respectfully. More precise words will result in more refined articulation and subsequently more effective. Go ahead and Share a funny story or impression with friends and using mild accentuating language that makes everyone laugh and feel closer. That's cool.

Using "fuck" repeatedly in a professional meeting, making colleagues uncomfortable and undermining your professionalism is not cool.

3. Friendliness involves being kind, approachable, and polite. It means showing interest in others, being helpful, and creating a good vibe. Friendliness builds trust and rapport without crossing personal boundaries. Over-Familiarity occurs when someone acts too intimately or informally without having built a sufficient level of mutual understanding or trust. It can come across as intrusive, presumptuous, or disrespectful. Over-familiarity can make others uncomfortable and may damage relationships. EEEWW. Cheesey. Pay attention to cues from others about their comfort levels. If someone seems uncomfortable or distant, dial back on the buddy buddy routine. Respect personal space and privacy. Trust and connection develop over time. Don’t rush to share personal details or jokes until you’ve established a deeper connection. Notice how others communicate and mirror their level of formality. This helps ensure that you’re not overstepping boundaries. If you’re unsure whether you’re being too familiar, it’s okay to ask. A simple “I hope I didn’t overstep” can go a long way in showing that you care about the other person’s comfort. Greet a new person with a smile, make small talk about their interests, and offer help if they need it. Don't use nicknames or make any personal comments or ask intrusive, investigative questions. If you act too informally without establishing trust, you risk alientation that might lead to aliienation, over sharing or "nuclear dumping". Don't help somebody that you don't lnow cross a road that they don't want to cross

"Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade." Friends are people with whom you have a deep, trusting, and supportive relationship. They know you well, and you share mutual respect, affection, and understanding. Friends are there for you during good times and bad, offering emotional support, encouragement, and companionship. Acquaintances are people you know casually or through specific contexts like work, school, or social activities. While you might enjoy spending time with acquaintances, the relationship lacks the depth, trust, and emotional connection that defines a true friendship. Acquaintance, like life, leans more toward toleration than inclusion. True friends are rare and invaluable. When you find people who have proven their loyalty and support, hold on to them. These relationships enrich your life and provide a strong support network. Building and maintaining friendships requires effort and time. Make a conscious effort to stay in touch, "be there" for your friends, and nurture these important relationships. Acquaintances can become friends over time, but it’s important to recognize the difference. Don’t expect the same level of support or trust from acquaintances as you would from close friends. While it’s great to meet new people and expand your social circle, prioritize the relationships that matter most. Spending too much time on superficial connections can distract you from deepening your true friendships. If you do this , you become a social butterfly and are surprised when nobody's there when ya need them. Friends remember your birthday, support you during difficult times, and celebrates your successes with genuine happiness. They are people you can confide in and rely on.

Acquaintances chat with you at a social event or when you see them regularly in a shared context, like a coworker you have lunch with occasionally but don’t discuss personal matters with. What's wrong with you or then is none of either of yours business. Friendship is deep trusting and supportive. A friend enriches your life and provides deep, trusting that enrich your life and provide emotional support.Learn and appreciate the difference between friends and acquaintances.

Acquaintances often become friends. Friendships often spark with shared interests or activities. The more interests that you have and the more activities you pursue the more acquaintances you will have and the more friends you will make. Finding common ground can create a foundation for deeper connections. Spending time together regularly, whether through work, hobbies, or social activities, helps build familiarity and trust. As you get to know each other better, start sharing more personal thoughts, feelings, and experiences. This deepens the bond and shows vulnerability and trust. Demonstrating that you can rely on each other in times of need is crucial. Being there for one another during difficult times solidifies the relationship. Shared positive experiences, like fun outings, meaningful conversations, and celebrating successes, create lasting memories and strengthen the chances of authentic friendship. Share positive experiences, have fun, enjoy conversations, celebrate successes, create lasting memories and connect patiently towards friendship.

That's enough for today, ain't it?

Mutual Interests: Regular Interaction: Spending time together regularly, whether through work, hobbies, or social activities, helps build familiarity and trust. Personal Sharing: As you get to know each other better, start sharing more personal thoughts, feelings, and experiences. This deepens the bond and shows vulnerability and trust. Support and Reliability: Demonstrating that you can rely on each other in times of need is crucial. Being there for one another during difficult times solidifies the relationship. Positive Experiences: Shared positive experiences, like fun outings, meaningful conversations, and celebrating successes, create lasting memories and strengthen the friendship. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Find Common Interests: Engage in activities or join groups where you can meet people with similar interests. This can be a great starting point for building connections. Be Consistent: Regularly reach out to acquaintances. Invite them to events, suggest getting together, and stay in touch to build familiarity. Open Up Gradually: Share more about yourself over time. Start with lighter topics and gradually move to deeper, more personal conversations as trust builds. Offer Help and Support: Be reliable and offer support when your acquaintance needs it. Acts of kindness and reliability build trust and demonstrate that you value the relationship. Create Positive Memories: Plan enjoyable activities together. Whether it's a simple coffee chat, a fun outing, or collaborating on a project, shared positive experiences strengthen bonds. Example Scenarios: Mutual Interests: Joining the same sports team or book club and bonding over shared interests. Regular Interaction: Having lunch together regularly at work and gradually getting to know each other better. Personal Sharing: Discussing personal goals, challenges, and dreams, and finding common ground in your experiences. Support and Reliability: Helping each other with tasks, offering a listening ear during tough times, and celebrating achievements together. Positive Experiences: Going on a fun weekend trip, attending events, or working together on a meaningful project. Summary: Find Common Interests: Engage in shared activities to build a foundation. Be Consistent: Stay in touch and spend time together regularly. Open Up Gradually: Share personal thoughts and experiences over time. Offer Help and Support: Be reliable and supportive. Create Positive Memories: Plan enjoyable activities and celebrate together. By understanding how an acquaintance can become a friend, your grandchildren can foster meaningful and lasting relationships.

Are husbands and wives friends?

Modern Version: Think before you speak, and don’t act on every impulse. Be friendly, but not overly familiar. Hold on to good friends who have proven their loyalty. Don’t spend all your time and money on every new person you meet. Avoid getting into fights, but if you must, make sure you stand your ground. Listen to everyone, but talk to only a few. Hear everyone’s opinion, but keep your own judgment. Dress well, but within your means. Your clothes should be good quality, not flashy, because how you dress often shows what kind of person you are. Don’t borrow or lend money. Borrowing makes you dependent, and lending can make you lose both money and friends. Above all, be true to yourself. If you are true to yourself, you won’t be false to others. This version keeps the core advice but uses contemporary language that your grandchildren will understand.

Let's go into greater detail on each of them. First let's revisit the difference between thought and impulse and the phenomnea og talking out loud ChatGPT Memory updated Let's delve into the difference between thought and impulse and the phenomenon of talking out loud in more detail.

Think Before You Speak Original: "Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act."

Detailed Explanation: Thought vs. Impulse:

Thoughts are the ideas, reflections, and considerations that occur in our minds. They can be complex, well-reasoned, and considerate of various outcomes and perspectives. Impulses are sudden, unplanned urges to act or speak. They are often driven by immediate emotions or reactions without thorough consideration of the consequences. When Polonius advises not to give voice to every thought, he’s emphasizing the importance of filtering our thoughts. Not every idea or emotion needs to be expressed immediately, especially without careful consideration. Impulses, particularly, can lead to actions or words we might later regret because they haven’t been tempered by reflection.

Talking Out Loud:

Sometimes, people talk out loud as a way to process their thoughts. This can be helpful in organizing ideas and making sense of complex emotions. However, talking out loud impulsively, especially in public or around others, can lead to misunderstandings or unintended consequences. It’s important to ensure that what we say is appropriate for the audience and situation. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Pause and Reflect: Before speaking, take a moment to think about what you’re about to say. Is it necessary? Is it kind? Is it true? This helps ensure that your words are thoughtful and intentional. Understand Your Emotions: Recognize when you’re feeling strong emotions like anger, excitement, or frustration. These emotions can trigger impulses. Give yourself time to cool down and think before responding. Practice Self-Control: It’s a skill to learn not to act on every urge. Start with small steps, like counting to ten before responding in a heated conversation, or writing down your thoughts before sharing them. This detailed explanation and practical advice help illustrate the difference between thought and impulse and why it’s important to think before speaking, making the concept more accessible for your grandchildren.

let's differentiate the difference between familiarity and vulgarity particularly in the over usage of the word fuck in all its various usages ChatGPT Memory updated Be Friendly, But Not Overly Familiar Original: "Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar."

Detailed Explanation: Familiarity vs. Vulgarity:

Familiarity involves being approachable, warm, and friendly. It means creating a sense of comfort and trust with others, being relatable, and showing genuine interest in their lives. Vulgarity refers to language or behavior that is crude, offensive, or inappropriate for the situation. It can alienate or offend others, damaging relationships and reputations. The Over-Usage of the Word "Fuck":

Versatility: The word "fuck" is extremely versatile and can be used as a noun, verb, adjective, adverb, and more. It can express anger, surprise, frustration, or even be used humorously. Impact: Despite its versatility, overusing "fuck" can be perceived as lazy, disrespectful, or aggressive. It may detract from the speaker’s message and can make others uncomfortable, especially in formal or unfamiliar settings. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Choose Words Wisely: Using strong language occasionally for emphasis can be powerful, but overusing it can make you seem unrefined. Think about your audience and setting before deciding to use such words. Context Matters: What might be acceptable among close friends or in a casual setting may not be appropriate at work, school, or family gatherings. Adjust your language to fit the context. Expand Your Vocabulary: Instead of relying on "fuck" to express every strong emotion or reaction, try to find other words that convey your feelings more precisely and respectfully. This can help you communicate more effectively and be seen as more articulate. Example Scenarios: Familiarity: Sharing a funny story with friends and using mild language that makes everyone laugh and feel closer. Vulgarity: Using "fuck" repeatedly in a professional meeting, making colleagues uncomfortable and undermining your professionalism. By explaining the difference between familiarity and vulgarity and focusing on the over-usage of "fuck," this advice can help your grandchildren understand the importance of context and word choice in communication.

where is the boundary between friendliness and over familiarity ChatGPT Be Friendly, But Not Overly Familiar Original: "Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar."

Detailed Explanation: Friendliness vs. Over-Familiarity:

Friendliness involves being kind, approachable, and polite. It means showing interest in others, being helpful, and creating a positive atmosphere. Friendliness builds trust and rapport without crossing personal boundaries. Over-Familiarity occurs when someone acts too intimately or informally without having built a sufficient level of mutual understanding or trust. It can come across as intrusive, presumptuous, or disrespectful. Over-familiarity can make others uncomfortable and may damage relationships. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Respect Boundaries: Pay attention to cues from others about their comfort levels. If someone seems uncomfortable or distant, dial back on the informality. Respect personal space and privacy. Build Trust Gradually: Trust and closeness develop over time. Don’t rush to share personal details or jokes until you’ve established a deeper connection. Be Observant: Notice how others communicate and mirror their level of formality. This helps ensure that you’re not overstepping boundaries. Ask for Feedback: If you’re unsure whether you’re being too familiar, it’s okay to ask. A simple “I hope I didn’t overstep” can go a long way in showing that you care about the other person’s comfort. Example Scenarios: Friendliness: Greeting a new colleague with a smile, making small talk about their interests, and offering help if they need it. Over-Familiarity: Using nicknames or making personal comments to the same new colleague on the first day, or asking intrusive questions about their personal life. Summary: Friendliness: Being kind, approachable, and polite while respecting personal boundaries. Over-Familiarity: Acting too intimately or informally without sufficient mutual understanding or trust, which can make others uncomfortable. By explaining the boundary between friendliness and over-familiarity, this advice can help your grandchildren navigate social interactions with respect and sensitivity, fostering positive relationships.

what is the difference between friends and acquaintances ChatGPT Hold On to Good Friends Who Have Proven Their Loyalty Original: "Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade."

Detailed Explanation: Friends vs. Acquaintances:

Friends are people with whom you have a deep, trusting, and supportive relationship. They know you well, and you share mutual respect, affection, and understanding. Friends are there for you during good times and bad, offering emotional support, encouragement, and companionship. Acquaintances are people you know casually or through specific contexts like work, school, or social activities. While you might enjoy spending time with acquaintances, the relationship lacks the depth, trust, and emotional connection that defines a true friendship. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Value Loyalty: True friends are rare and invaluable. When you find people who have proven their loyalty and support, hold on to them. These relationships enrich your life and provide a strong support network. Invest in Friendships: Building and maintaining friendships requires effort and time. Make a conscious effort to stay in touch, be there for your friends, and nurture these important relationships. Recognize Limits: Acquaintances can become friends over time, but it’s important to recognize the difference. Don’t expect the same level of support or trust from acquaintances as you would from close friends. Balance Your Time: While it’s great to meet new people and expand your social circle, prioritize the relationships that matter most. Spending too much time on superficial connections can distract you from deepening your true friendships. Example Scenarios: Friends: Someone who remembers your birthday, supports you during difficult times, and celebrates your successes with genuine happiness. They are people you can confide in and rely on. Acquaintances: Someone you chat with at a social event or see regularly in a shared context, like a coworker you have lunch with occasionally but don’t discuss personal matters with. Summary: Friends: Deep, trusting, and supportive relationships that enrich your life and provide emotional support. Acquaintances: Casual relationships that are enjoyable but lack the depth and trust of true friendships. By differentiating between friends and acquaintances, this advice helps your grandchildren understand the importance of valuing and investing in true friendships while recognizing the limits of more casual relationships.

How does an acquaintance become a friend ChatGPT How Acquaintances Become Friends Original: "Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. But do not dull thy palm with entertainment of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade."

Detailed Explanation: From Acquaintance to Friend:

Mutual Interests: Friendships often start with shared interests or activities. Finding common ground can create a foundation for deeper connections. Regular Interaction: Spending time together regularly, whether through work, hobbies, or social activities, helps build familiarity and trust. Personal Sharing: As you get to know each other better, start sharing more personal thoughts, feelings, and experiences. This deepens the bond and shows vulnerability and trust. Support and Reliability: Demonstrating that you can rely on each other in times of need is crucial. Being there for one another during difficult times solidifies the relationship. Positive Experiences: Shared positive experiences, like fun outings, meaningful conversations, and celebrating successes, create lasting memories and strengthen the friendship. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Find Common Interests: Engage in activities or join groups where you can meet people with similar interests. This can be a great starting point for building connections. Be Consistent: Regularly reach out to acquaintances. Invite them to events, suggest getting together, and stay in touch to build familiarity. Open Up Gradually: Share more about yourself over time. Start with lighter topics and gradually move to deeper, more personal conversations as trust builds. Offer Help and Support: Be reliable and offer support when your acquaintance needs it. Acts of kindness and reliability build trust and demonstrate that you value the relationship. Create Positive Memories: Plan enjoyable activities together. Whether it's a simple coffee chat, a fun outing, or collaborating on a project, shared positive experiences strengthen bonds. Example Scenarios: Mutual Interests: Joining the same sports team or book club and bonding over shared interests. Regular Interaction: Having lunch together regularly at work and gradually getting to know each other better. Personal Sharing: Discussing personal goals, challenges, and dreams, and finding common ground in your experiences. Support and Reliability: Helping each other with tasks, offering a listening ear during tough times, and celebrating achievements together. Positive Experiences: Going on a fun weekend trip, attending events, or working together on a meaningful project. Summary: Find Common Interests: Engage in shared activities to build a foundation. Be Consistent: Stay in touch and spend time together regularly. Open Up Gradually: Share personal thoughts and experiences over time. Offer Help and Support: Be reliable and supportive. Create Positive Memories: Plan enjoyable activities and celebrate together. By understanding how an acquaintance can become a friend, your grandchildren can foster meaningful and lasting relationships.

Are husbands and wives friends? ChatGPT Are Husbands and Wives Friends? Detailed Explanation: Marriage and Friendship:

Friendship as a Foundation: At its best, a marriage is built on a strong foundation of friendship. Husbands and wives who are friends enjoy each other’s company, share interests and values, and provide mutual support and understanding. Deeper Connection: While friendship is a crucial aspect, marriage often involves a deeper emotional, physical, and spiritual connection. This includes commitment, intimacy, and shared life goals. Mutual Respect and Trust: Just like in a strong friendship, mutual respect and trust are key components of a healthy marriage. These qualities help couples navigate challenges and grow together. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Build a Strong Friendship: Before marriage, focus on building a strong friendship. Ensure you enjoy each other’s company, share common interests, and have mutual respect. Communicate Openly: Good communication is vital in both friendship and marriage. Share your thoughts, feelings, and concerns openly and honestly. Support Each Other: Be there for each other through thick and thin. Offer emotional support, encouragement, and help in practical matters. Celebrate Together: Enjoy shared experiences and celebrate each other’s successes. Create positive memories and cherish your time together. Respect Individuality: While being close, respect each other’s individuality and personal space. Encourage each other’s personal growth and pursuits. Example Scenarios: Shared Interests: Enjoying hobbies or activities together, like hiking, cooking, or reading. Open Communication: Regularly discussing your thoughts and feelings, planning your future together, and resolving conflicts through honest conversation. Mutual Support: Offering comfort and encouragement during tough times, and celebrating each other’s achievements. Creating Memories: Going on trips, celebrating milestones, and enjoying everyday moments together. Respecting Individuality: Supporting each other’s individual interests and giving each other space when needed. Summary: Build a Strong Friendship: Enjoy each other’s company and have mutual respect. Communicate Openly: Share thoughts and feelings honestly. Support Each Other: Be there through thick and thin. Celebrate Together: Enjoy shared experiences and create positive memories. Respect Individuality: Encourage personal growth and respect personal space. By understanding that a strong marriage often includes a foundation of friendship, your grandchildren can foster deeper, more meaningful relationships with their partners.

what's the difference between a husband and a friend ChatGPT The Difference Between a Husband and a Friend Detailed Explanation: Friendship vs. Marriage:

Emotional Bond: Friend: A friend provides emotional support, companionship, and mutual understanding. Friendships can be deeply fulfilling, but they typically don’t involve the same level of emotional intimacy as a marriage. Husband: In addition to friendship, a husband provides a deeper emotional bond that includes romantic love, intimacy, and a lifelong commitment to each other’s well-being and happiness. Commitment:

Friend: Friendships can be strong and enduring, but they usually lack the formal, lifelong commitment that marriage involves. Husband: Marriage is a formal, legally recognized union that involves a commitment to sharing a life together, supporting each other through all circumstances, and often raising a family together. Intimacy:

Friend: Friendships involve emotional closeness and trust, but they do not include the romantic and physical intimacy that a marital relationship typically has. Husband: The relationship with a husband includes physical and romantic intimacy, which is a fundamental part of the marital bond. Shared Life:

Friend: Friends share experiences and support each other, but they maintain separate lives and responsibilities. Husband: A husband shares a daily life, responsibilities, and often financial and family goals. This includes making joint decisions about home, finances, and sometimes children. Legal and Social Recognition:

Friend: Friendships are informal and personal relationships that are not legally recognized or bound by social contracts. Husband: Marriage is a legally recognized and socially acknowledged institution that comes with specific rights and responsibilities. Practical Advice for Grandchildren: Build on Friendship: Choose a life partner with whom you share a strong friendship. Mutual respect, understanding, and enjoyment of each other’s company are key. Communicate Clearly: In marriage, clear and honest communication is essential. Discuss your expectations, dreams, and concerns openly. Maintain Intimacy: Nurture the romantic and physical aspects of your relationship. Intimacy is a crucial component of a marital bond. Commit Fully: Understand that marriage involves a lifelong commitment. Be prepared to support each other through all of life’s challenges. Share Responsibilities: Work together to manage your home, finances, and any family responsibilities. Joint decision-making strengthens your partnership. Example Scenarios: Emotional Bond: Friends can provide comfort and support during tough times, but a husband also shares a deep, romantic love that enhances the emotional connection. Commitment: Friends may stay in touch for years, but a husband commits to a lifelong partnership, sharing all aspects of life. Intimacy: Friends might hug or share a close conversation, but a husband shares romantic and physical intimacy that deepens the connection. Shared Life: Friends meet for social activities, but a husband shares daily life, making decisions about home, finances, and family together. Legal and Social Recognition: Friends support each other personally, but a husband is legally recognized as a life partner, with associated rights and responsibilities. Summary: Emotional Bond: Husbands provide a deeper emotional and romantic connection. Commitment: Marriage involves a lifelong commitment, unlike friendships. Intimacy: Marital relationships include romantic and physical intimacy. Shared Life: Husbands share daily life, responsibilities, and decision-making. Legal and Social Recognition: Marriage is a legally recognized institution with specific rights and responsibilities. By understanding these differences, your grandchildren can appreciate the unique aspects of both friendships and marital relationships, and foster both types of meaningful connections in their lives.

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Best Institute for NEET Preparation in Dharavi

Find The Finest JEE Entrance Institute in Mumbai

To be even considered for admission, many hopefuls must pass the rigorous qualifying tests offered by India’s most prestigious medical and engineering institutes. Consequently, let’s investigate the most important factors to think about when choosing the top IIT JEE/NEET tutoring center for formal education.

Before you get into the details of the program, let’s explain why JEE/NEET tutoring is so important for anyone preparing to take the IIT JEE and NEET. Preparation for these tests calls for a lot of time in the classroom and the guidance of experienced instructors. To have a good score on the Joint Entrance Examination (JEA) or the National Eligibility Test (NEET), you should join one of the Best Institute for NEET Preparation in Dharavi that provides study guides, experienced instructors, a schedule, and other tools.

Tips for Choosing an Appropriate JEE or NEET Instructor

Several factors should be considered to ensure the best choice when choosing the best IIT JEE/NEET tutoring. Check the mentioned below points clearly:

The faculty’s experience and credentials

The tutors’ wealth of knowledge and experience will be an invaluable asset to your JEE/NEET preparation. Colleges with a faculty of dedicated, highly qualified professionals should be your first priority. In addition to being well-versed in the material, they should also be familiar with the various assessment formats and methodologies used in the field.

Historical Results as Evidence of Achievement

Proof of the program’s efficacy is its history of success in JEE and NEET preparation. I intend to research and collect data regarding the institute’s past success, particularly the percentage of students who achieved top rankings and passed the exams. Based on the information you have gathered, you can assess the reliability of the institute and its ability to reliably produce top-notch outcomes.

Academic Success Materials and Methods

For effective test preparation, you need to make use of thorough study materials and resources. You may depend on the JEE Entrance Exam in Mumbai coaching to provide you with study resources that are organized, current, and relevant. This package needs to contain study materials like books and practice exams as well as other resources for learning online. In order to set yourself up for success academically, these materials should address every single subject covered in the course.

Different JEE/NEET Coaching Facilities

Methods of Instruction Make use of a Range of Teaching Strategies. Most importantly, choose a school whose pedagogy fits well with how you study best. Institutions of higher learning place more value on independent study than on group work in the classroom. Make sure the institution you choose offers classes in the ways that work best for you so that you may adapt to how you study best.

Personalized assistance and care

The planning process can be greatly improved with personalized care and help. Opt for a small-class size IIT JEE prep course so that lecturers may give each student their full attention. Find a school such as IITian’s Curious Minds that not only offers a good education but also frequent feedback, mentoring programs, and opportunities to work through problems together. You can use these to pinpoint your weak spots and work on them.

Neighbourhood Amenities and Establishments

All aspects of the educational process are greatly enhanced by the resources and infrastructure of the JEE/NEET Coaching program. The school’s study areas, libraries, classrooms, and technological learning resources should be in good condition. In an ideal classroom setting, students are free to focus and get ready for the day ahead without distractions.

Choosing Prudently You should be able to make a well-informed decision after weighing the pros and downsides of both in-person and online coaching in light of the aforementioned factors. No strategy will work in every situation, so keep that in mind. Think about your own preferences, learning style, budget, and availability before choosing a coaching institute like IITian’s Curious Minds.

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The Best Writing Tools for Students

Introduction

Since the beginning of time, humans have been using pens and pencils to express their ideas. The best pen and pencil notebook increases students' performance.

Pens - Pencil - Notebook

Pens, pencils, and notebooks are necessary tools in the classroom. Students can use them to take notes, draw pictures and practice writing skills. Pens make it easy for them to write down their ideas while pencils help them practice how to use a sharpener so that they don't have any complaints about having broken pens or pencils.

Having these three essential items in your classroom will help improve student performance by giving him/her a chance to doodle after taking notes on important topics like math problems or science experiments. These activities also encourage creativity because most kids love drawing; this is why we recommend using different colored pens like red pens as well as blue pens since these colors match each other perfectly without looking too obvious but still provide enough contrast between each other so that your students won’t get bored quickly when using one color all time around just because there aren't any variations within those two shades which would normally be seen if someone were given only black ink instead of both red & blue ink together

Pens

Pens are an important part of school life, and they can be used for writing and drawing. There are many different types of pens available these days. Like gel pens, Fiber tip pens, Fountain pens, and Roller pens

That makes them easier to use than other ordinary pens.

Pens come in a variety of colors and styles including gel pens, Fiber tip pens, Fountain pens, and Roller pens - These types of pens make it possible for you not only to write but also to draw easily because they won't smear on your fingers once applied to surfaces such as whiteboards etcetera...

Gel Pens

Pencils and pens are important tools for students. They help improve your handwriting, help you focus in class, and can make a difference between success and failure. Pencils and pens come in many shapes, sizes, and types but the most important thing is that they have to be comfortable to use.

To find the best pencils or pens you need to know what type of writing utensil suits your needs best:

If your goal is an easy-to-carry option then gel pens would work better than liquid ones since they're lighter weight yet still provide great color contrast between lines drawn by hand 

Notebook

A notebook is a great way to keep track of ideas, notes, and other information. It can also be used as a tool for improving productivity by providing an organised place for students to write down what they need to do next.

There are many kinds of notebooks available online today, but some are better than others depending on your specific needs and preferences. See different types of pens, notebooks, and collections on clickere.in

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Let's start with the basics. Pencils, notebooks, and pens are all great tools for students to use in their classrooms.

Pencils can be used to mark work on paper or board, draw pictures and write down notes.

Notebooks are used to write essays and other assignments that require more than one page of writing time.

Pens are useful when you need to make notes quickly

Best pen pencil notebooks increase student's performance

The best pens or pencil notebooks to increase student performance is the one you like. The best pencil is the one you can write with. The best pencil is the one that works for you.

The reason why I say this is because we all have different styles of writing and drawing, so what works for me may not work for someone else! So, if your students struggle with their pens or pencils, try out some different ones until they find something comfortable enough to use every day without having any problems with it falling apart or breaking easily when dropped on hard surfaces such as cement sidewalks outside school buildings during recess periods where children play soccer games after lunch break ends at noon (if there are no other activities planned inside).