#excuse any spelling and/or grammar mistakes im really bad at this

[snowyvoid]

I love your haunted siphonophore posting so much it's really good. I think it really fits with how the science team and the game and benrey all sort of play off of each other with Gordon always ending up as the victim/'food' but there's a slight dissonance between all of them. Benrey comes back as a skeleton and for the first night he just walks around and talks like normal until after Gordon wakes up where it seems to become it's own creature that is more tethered to the gamespace (I know it clips out and fucks with geometry but it also feels like it starts to slot into the role of 'spooky skeleton to antagonize and frighten the player' instead of 'benrey is around and talking to people when he's supposed to be dead'). Or how the world seems to bend to fit the insane things the Science Team says (Sunkist, Chuck E Cheese, Passport, etc) but Coomer is still seperate enough from the game that he becomes frightened and angry when he realizes that his world is small and painted. They all kind of group up into one thing, which is basically an elaborate bait and trap for Gordon, but there's tension between the individual pieces and they all have unique perspectives on what's happening despite playing into the same greater thing.

Sorry I'm having a hard time capturing exactly what you meant into this I get what you meant it's just. words are difficult. But your hlvrai thoughts make me insane

no this is like. exactly what i mean. you get it.

the thing about siphonophores is that each component of the organism has its own mouths. like. one component will be the stomach, one will make the organism swim, etc etc, but they all have their own mouths. they all feed.

and there is always this kind of dissonance between gordon and the others, and yes obviously he is the one playing a video game, but i always felt like it went deeper than hostile AI being weirded out by the new guy. it felt more,,, natural?? i guess??? it all feels set up on a stage. aside from the fact that its a game and it is has coded events. the AI, the thing that is suppose to think for itself, still seems kinda. within its own limits. stuck within the body of the facility. (for example, coomer and/or bubby freaking out when they go outside of the skybox/into space).

but the dissonance between the science team and the game/facility is!!! oh my godddd!!!! i could write an essay on that shit. so interesting. and i love that the dissonance is often physically manifested. your hatred towards this thing that you hate is real and will be seen and will affect the world outside you.

like. you have this thing, a large container that has events and ideas that are built into it (the game, the organism as a whole, the haunted house), and there are different components within this container that have some kind of symbiotic relationship (good or bad) with the outside container (black mesa, the individual nervous systems of the organism, the rooms/ghosts/humans haunting* the house), and all of these individual components has a manifestation of its difference or hostility (the science team, the individual mouths, the opinions each component of the haunted house has on each other (i need to make another post about this)).

sorry that was probably really complicated. i just needed to get it out of me because its all ive been thinking about since i made that first post.

*this is within the idea that the hypothetical house is haunted by something. which is generally the idea i go for when in reference to sentient AI, the whole this house had a purpose and it changed, this AI had a code and it was faulty. etc etc. pretty sure ive already posted something about that.

weird little mspaint diagram with some other ideas i have not talked about. note; this is not scientifically accurate to siphonophores. i just thought they were a really good allegory. you are definitely gonna need to zoom in for this thing. but it is important to the explanation i guess.

i just find it really fun to put obvious differences between characters/living things and see where they come together. like the science team, gordon, and benry are all separate beings in their own way but they are like a family. blah. hope you enjoy as always this is a bit messy.

[steifel]

Ok hear me out I haven't seen anyone else say this but here are some trans Johnny head canons

(Yes i know the outsiders takes place in 1967 and so none of this would happen but these are my HCs so shut up)

When Johnny came out to the gang nobody was surprised it just kind of made sense

Two bit had a lot of questions (he was very confused)

It took almost no time at all before he was just "Johnny". And they almost forgot that he wasn't always 'one of the boys'

Dally doesn't understand at all but he is super supportive of whoever Johnny wants to be

He tried to ask questions to understand but he noticed that it started to make Johnny uncomfortable so he dropped it (he doesn't need to understand to support)

Johnny and Dally are like that tik tok audio thats like "this is my friend Valentina she's an ally talk Valentina" "ally"

Two bit occasionally makes insensitive jokes it doesn't really bother Johnny anymore but it pisses Dally off

Dally has punched Two bit at least a couple times over these 'jokes'

"Gosh im sorry Johnny you know i didn't mean nothing by it". "I know Two bit". "dont let it fucking happen again it will be a hell of a lot worse"

Actually Dally has beat up quite a few people just for looking at johnny the wrong way

"Who the hell do you think your looking at.. Do you want to live?... Get the fuck owuta here man"

Johnny told Ponyboy first

He was crying because he was really scared to lose Pony

Pony was like "ok... Can we go to the movies now?

Ponyboy helped Johnny tell the rest of the gang and Johnny really appreciates having his friend there with him

Johnnys parents refuse to accept him which is a big reason for why they treat him the way they do

The whole gang hates them for it but especially Darry. He can't fathom something like that making him hate Ponyboy or Sodapop and they aren't even his kids

AN: i have more of these if anybody is interested. Also please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes i have real bad dyslexia 😊

[findteenpenpals]

Hey :) second time's the charm (?)

Hey, my name is Lily, I'm from Canada and I'm pretty much 18 but like not but I'm just gonna say I'm 18 because...adult. Ive submitted here before and have met some cool people but (and this is 100% my fault) we stopped talking and yeah. I love the idea of having friends around the world and i honestly just don't meet enough interesting people where I live so I'm desperate for friends :p Seeing as how I'm crazy and will make this post a novella ill try and wrap this up. (edit: that didn't happen! this is long AF!)

About me:

- I love angry(?) music but i hate talking about my favourite bands and stuff because i can't commit to liking bad for longer than 3 months so i never really know anything about anyone.

- i love spooky things and am obsessed with knowing about them but I'm an absolute baby and can't sit through "the orphan" let alone any other horror film

-i love to read terrible teen novels and scream about how bad they are but continue to waste my money buying more

- I love dyeing my hair, getting piercings (have done a few of my own) and love tattoos too much for my own good

- i like (oh how "like" is the most inappropriate word for this sentence) Harry Potter and will stand by Snape until I'm 6ft under ground (FIGHT ME).

- I live for witchcraft and wicca (although i don't consider myself a wicca/witch just yet)

- im a slam poet (who never actually preforms her poems because where does one do that???)

- I'm very self deprecating and that is what most of my humour revolves around

-i can speak and write in both english and french (but I'm absolutely terrible at writing in french so scratch that! i can understand it perfectly but writing is an issue)

- I'm both 4 and 74 years old, I'm (as i describe it because labels suck) whateverthefuck-sexual and I swear i have more interests but I'm too stupid to remember any of them.

- I'm also just a complete mess

Looking for:

-anyone age 16-20 from any country (i don't sleep ever so time zones will hopefully not be that big of a deal)

- any gender,sexuality,race,religion, etc,etc (honestly don't understand why that would matter at all in a friendship) and is open minded and accepting of all of these things too.

-someone who has the same interests but also not the same because thats boring, and someone who will excuse my terrible ability at friendship creating

I promise ill be less awkward once I'm comfortable with you

(also need to apologize for any spelling of grammar mistakes, I'm way too lazy to try and fix those atm)

(looking to start off with messages but maybe once the friendship is stronger move on to video/audio calls because I'm way more fun on the phone haha)

my tumblr is @violavamp

Hope to meet some rad/sick/groovy/rockin'/other dad synonyms people :p

[the-british-pineapple]

For the writing prompt! Death, a majestic lady and Life, a handsome man kinda like each other, but in their sort of relationship Death accidentally kills him, and the role of Life falls onto a 5 year old boy, and Death has to teach him how to be Life while struggling with her grief over Life's death (sorry if its complicated haha)

Ok so btw, this isn’t actually finished. But im 2500 words in and 3 weeks over due (sorry but university is a bitch). So i thought I would post it and add to it later when I finish. Sorry n advance for any stupid spelling/grammar mistakes, i mainly write at night, when creativity is high but logic is not!

Death sat on her throne, her pale skinilluminated by the torches that lined the walls. She held a chalice tenderlywith her fingertips, taking sips every now and then, listening to the cries ofthe dead that filtered through her palace. They weren’t crying because theywere sad or because they hated the Underworld; they were crying because theywere lonely, most of them had no family down there to comfort them. Theirscreams and cries however gave Death a sense of accomplishment and triumph. Shefelt like she had accomplished her job, done what she was created to do. Shewas amidst her self-congratulations when a knock at the door interrupted herthoughts.

“Come in.” She said, slightly disgruntled.

“My apologies Madame Death but someone ishere to see you.” Said one of her minions.

Like all her minions he had no eyes, amouth which more resembled that of a turtle and wrinkled, dry skin. They servedher without a second thought, she liked that about them. She just wished theyweren’t so hideous to look at. Her minion beckoned to the open door and a manwalked in, not just any man. This man was Life himself. He stood tall andproud. His hair was golden and gave a slight glow, it was curly and bouncedwhen he moved. His face was perfectly sculpted, his cheekbones and jawline wereprominent and he had the face of someone who could sell you a car with only awink. But this wasn’t why Death liked him, no. It was because he was hercounterpart, she would not exist without him, he gave her a purpose and forthat she admired him. Most people assume that they are in a never-ending feudbut it is quite the opposite, it’s more like an unspoken trust.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure?” Deathsaid as she adjusted herself on her throne.

“Unfortunately, I’m here on business.” Lifesaid, running his hand through his hair. “I need you to prematurely take life.I know it’s not usual of me to ask this but I need you to do it.”

“Something must be up if you need me to dothis?” Death asked, leaning forward, intrigued.

“It’s for the right reasons.Over-population and what not. Plus the people I need you to…prematurely unalive are not doing theworld any good.”

“Alright I’ll do this for you…if you dosomething for me.” Death said with a smirk.

“Sure, anything?” Life responded, takenaback.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” She said,standing up from her throne. She walked over to Life, gracefully gliding acrossthe floor, her long dark silk robes dragging behind her. Life smiled as sheapproached.

“Sure, dinner it is.” He reached out totouch her but she reeled back. “Oh I’m sorry, am I reading the situation wrong.

“No, gosh no. It’s just we can’t touch. Iguess when I was born or created or whatever, I was cursed, whatever I touchdies. ��Can’t control it, never been ableto. I’ve never touched a person who’s wanted to touch me before. My touchbrings death and frankly I don’t want you to die.”

“Oh, I see. Well I can create life with atouch, watch.” He brought his hands together as if he was holding an invisibleball. His fingertips glowed and particles fell out of them and coalesced. Theparticles twirled and knitted themselves together. Roots formed and grew in hishand until he was holding a small daisy. He held it out to her and shehesitantly took it. As soon as her fingers touched the stem it withered away,like the life source was being sucked out of it. In the space of a few secondsshe was holding a rotted, withered remnant of a flower. She looked at Life, hereyes were slightly red.

“I’m sorry.” She said, letting it drop tothe floor.

“I have a crazy idea. You destroy life, Icreate it. So together we should reach an equilibrium.”

“That is a very loose use of science.”Death replied with a little giggle.

“Well there’s no harm in trying.”

“Excuse me? You could die? Other than beinghighly ironic, it’ll literally destroy the world. If you die, then there’s nolife and without life there’s no death. It’s a death sentence for me too.”Death said frantically. “Look, I can wear these very stylish gloves, then wecan touch…if you wish.”

“That would be better than potentiallydying I guess.” He said as he watched Death glide over to her throne and pickup a pair of long black gloves that were laying on the arm rest. She slippedthem on and reached out to Life, waiting for him to take her hand. He gentlygrabbed her fingers and pulled her close so he could grab her other hand. Theystood like that for what seemed like forever, staring into each other’s eyes.Life cleared his throat. “I should get going, gotta keep up the flow of lifey’know. I’ll send you the…tasks once I get back home. Then I’ll come round fordinner”

“Sure, I’ll get onto those…tasks you wantme to do.” She said quietly, slightly disappointed Life was leaving. He lent infor the kiss, as a formality, Death was paralysed by shock as his lips touchedhers. She pulled back but it was too late, his veins bulged black as his tannedskin turned pale like dirty snow. He fell to his hands and knees and heaved.

“Why did I…do that…?” He wheezed betweenbreaths. Death dropped down to the floor beside him trying to lift him up, tryingher best not to touch him.

“What did you do you stupid man?” Sheyelled, as he started turning grey. Life’s face started to get tight and hishair was losing it’s golden shimmer, slowly becoming a dark silver.

“I’m sorry…it was instinct and now I’mdying…I’m sorry.” He whispered through almost lifeless lips.

“Can’t you just…I don’t know…’life’ yourself back? Use your powers?” Deathpleaded. Holding Life’s head between her gloved hands.

“Just find me…when I’m gone.” Life said.His face had sunken at the cheeks and he resembled a skeleton. “Show me what todo…”

“What do you mean?” She yelled but it wastoo late, his head was limp in her hands. All that was left of Life was boneand skin, his hair had turned ash grey and his skin looked bleak and dark likeit was frostbitten. “Shit.”

“Is now a bad time?” One of Death’s minionssaid, popping his head around the corner.

“This is probably the worst time in livinghistory, so whatever it is it better be important.” She growled.

“Well the thing is, I couldn’t help fromover hearing what happened but I know what he means by ‘Showing him what todo’.” He mumbled, motioning the last part in air quotations.

“Well spit it out?” She yelled at herminion.

“I believe that because Life is eternalthen someone has to take the mantle if ‘Life’ ever…dies. So that means the rolemust be taken up by someone else. We need to find that someone before theycause any harm.”

“So…do we have any clue where they are?”Death asked, slowly placing Life’s head on the floor as his skin deterioratedto what now looked like ash.

“Considering this is the first time eitherof you have died we don’t really have a clue. But we should start looking now,before things go wrong.” Death’s minion said.

“Alright, assemble a group of minions andget on to this. We need to find who this person is and where they live.” Shedemanded. Death then turned to the husk of what was Life’s body and spokequietly. “I’ll deal with this.”

 The day passed slowly as Death preparedLife’s body for a respectful ceremony. She rested his body in an obsidian blackcoffin with white marble edges. The inside of the coffin was pure white silk,Life’s head was resting on a puffy silken pillow. He was wrapped in a golden blanketthat shimmered like his hair once did. The coffin itself was placed in themiddle of a large cavern lined with green torches. Death stood at the head ofthe casket, silent, not knowing what to say. She wiped one single tear from herand leant down to kiss Life’s forehead. Death took a slow breath and eased thecasket shut.

“Goodbye.” She whispered.

“We found him!” One of her minions yelled,stumbling into the large cavern. “We found Life, well the new version of him.”

“Good.” Death said regaining her composure.She cleared her throat before she spoke. “Alright where is he.”

“Calcutta, India your Majesty. But we mustmove fast, his power is getting out of control. That’s how we were able topinpoint him.”

“Ok, grab 2 more minions and follow me.”She said with her usual authority. She held out her arm and a swirl of blackand green smoke spiralled out until it hung in the air about two metres highand one metre wide in an oval shape. She stepped in it and walked through tothe other side and embraced the warm wind that greeted her. Three minionsspilled through the portal behind her. She held out her hand once more and smokedissipated into thin air. She looked out on the city where they arrived, theycame out the portal on a roof top. The city was tightly packed, washing lineshung between the yellow stained buildings, a smog hung in the sky and the airsmelled like a disused port-a-potty.

“Ew.” Said all her minions in unison. They clutchedtheir nose/beaks and started groaning at the smell.

“Shut up. We need to find the new Life.Point me where.” She demanded. All three minions dropped their hand from theirfaces and pointed to where the sun was slowly setting over the horizon. “Howfar?”

“About 3 kilometres.” They all spoke.

“So we run.” Death said. She looked down ather robes which hung loosely of her body. “Ok first we change, then we run.”

“Agreed.” They said. Death held her armsand the same swirling black and green force that created the portal surrounded herbody head-to-toe. It remained for a few seconds then dissipated as quickly asit had conjured itself. Death stood there sporting a black jacket made from astrong and durable material with matching pants. Her jacket was unzipped androlled up at the sleeves, she wore a blue shirt underneath which pictured askull and crossbones made from an assortment of flowers. Her minions lookedover at her, she wasn’t sure what they could see with their lack of eyes butshe could feel them judging here.

“Stop staring and show me where to go.” Shebarked. The minions bumped into one another as they turned to where the sun wassetting. Another thing Death liked about her minions is they were surprisinglystrong and athletic even though they didn’t look it. The minions leapt over tothe next rooftop with ease and didn’t stop when they hit the roof, they carriedon running and jumped onto the following rooftop. It wasn’t hard for Death tokeep up as she was just as nimble, she leapt from her standing point and ranacross the next rooftop, closely following her minions. They moved in unison,avoiding obstacles and giving each other boosts when necessary. Death could feeleyes on the streets looking up at her as she flew between rooftops, she didn’tcare, she was determined to find Life and put an end to this madness.

They had been jumping between buildings forwhat seemed like forever and Death was getting tired.

“Surely we are there?” She yelled, out ofbreath.

“Just over these two buildings.” One of herminions called back to her. But she knew where to go before it spoke. She couldhear a commotion, a collection of people where gathered on the streets, murmuring.The Sun was setting low and casting long shadows which hid Death and herminions as they spied on the street below. She peered over the edge of thebuilding she stood on and could see a large amount of people gathered around adoorway craning their neck for a view of something in the house.

“He’s in there.” One of her minions said.

“I’m so glad you pointed that out,otherwise I would’ve totally missed that.” She said sarcastically. “Look wegotta clear these people so we can get in there and secure life.”

“You could kill someone, that woulddefinitely get their attention.” One of her minions spoke up.

“No, I’m not doing that. They will passwhen their time comes. We need to think of something better.”

“Well if you don’t want to make alivepeople dead, how about making dead people alive?” One of the other minionssuggested.

“You know what, that could actually work.Maybe you aren’t all a waste of space after all.” She said with a slight smilein her voice. She held her arm over the edge of the roof and aimed it at thestreet. Black powdery smoke spilled from her fingertips and twirled down to thecracked street floor below, the tendrils of darkness intertwined and coalescedas it descended forming one black mass. It hit the street violently, spillingsideways then quickly falling through the cracks. “Yes, I can feel plenty ofdeath here. Just gotta tweak it a little and..”

Before she could finish her sentence theblack mass rose steadily from the cracks and formed slowly into distinctive humanoidfigures. Three figures stood on the street, features slowly forming on their facesas if they were rising out of water. In a matter of seconds three people stoodon the street, standing still, blank faced. Their skin was slightly ashen andtheir eyes were sunken and glazed.

“Wow you did it.” One of her minionswhispered under it’s breath.

“Did you think I couldn’t?” She snapped.

“No your Majesty. It wasn’t surprise it was….wonder?”It stammered. She turned away from him and concentrated on the figured below.She closed her eyes and they stumbled sideways, like the whole ground hadshifted and they were steadying themselves. She held both of her arms out formore control and the figures stumbled in the same general direction. Theyheaded towards the crowd, slowly but surely. One of the men noticed one ofthem, his face quickly turned from surprise and confusion to terror and fear. Hepushed through the rest of the crowd screaming. Most people looked confused butthey gradually cottoned on as they saw the figures approaching. They probablythought zombies had risen from the dead to come and attack them, this isn’t entirelytrue, they aren’t true zombies. They are souls that have been put intoartificial bodies, there aren’t actually rotting corpses, but the civilians didn’tknow that. In a matter of seconds the streets were clear and the screams had dissipatedinto the dusk.

“Now’s our chance.” Death said withurgency. She leapt down from the building and landing on the street with aheavy thud. Dust curled up around her but she wasn’t phased, she wasdetermined. Her minions followed, each making a distinct thud as they landed,the third one made a tiny welp as he hit the ground. She maintained focus andspoke with slight disgust. “Toughen up.”

“Yes… Madame Death.” It stuttered. Deathwalked into the buulding without a second thought and stopped in her tracks.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Sheexclaimed.

[thegrayblood]

I need to say this: searching in people's twitter/Facebook history whatever, looking activily for problematic thoughts is really a shitty thing to do. Let me explain and im not saying this for anyone in particular.

Im NOT the same person i was when i was 11 years old. In fact i was pretty homophobic at that age but i didnt even knew was homophobic was. I know i was because of the knowlege i have now and after reflecting my past behavior/ideas. I grew up in a really small ultra catholic conservaty town, where the only gays you knew was the gays that worked in hair salons and in fact they were so "different" to what you considered "normal" and you grew up going to church every sunday hearing a man telling you that being gay was a sin. I didnt realize how toxic and hurtful this was for a lot of people until i wrote in a forum "if is true this anime character is gay?" (i dont remember the exact words i was 12 years old) but they were obv so offensive (even though i didnt use any direct offensive words) that a lot of people in this forum replied stuff like "well if he is, what's the problem?" Even a person DM me and told me that homophobic people in fact were secretaly gay. I felt attacked and i hadnt realized the impact of it or why; but i started to get educated in this forum for YEARS, it was not something i learned the day after: i started to get "comfortable" (that was the feeling i was feeling because this was a NEW thing to me) reading gay fanfiction, talking to gay people who was on this site and then i started to reflect my own way of thinking until i became the girl im now: so advocate of lgbtiq rights in my country, enjoying and accepting my bisexuality. But this didnt happen because i attended to school (in fact my school was pretty homophobic and i had shitty experiencies there) not because my conservative catholic parents educated me (I am everyday educating them) it was because literally i grew up on an internet forum where i met gay people, who educated me, who never allowed hate speech.

And you may say "oh well thats not an excuse" not its not but if you grew up being such a good person and having an extensive knowlege of the culturally and sexual diversity of our World, well congratulations! It means you grew up in a good enviroment with open-minded parents, in a country not ultra catholic and with an excelent system education who teached you to respect everyone.

If knowing that something is wrong is enough well the world would be totally different. An idea itself isnt enough if you dont contextualized it in the enviroment you're planting it. Even today, i have had only met 2 gay persons in my town and they were closeted.

I was so lucky i spend so much time on Internet in this forum meeting people around the world, because if that had not happened, i would surely have grown up being homophobic and being a closed minden person in general.

I believe you can change, i truly do. I believe in good education with context. I still today have a lot of things to change in my mentality, i like to do "plot twist" in my mind because i dont want to stuck in a single mentality.

People are not really bad, they're just not educated at all. People fear and reject what they dont know or dont understand, because it dont fit in their small, religious, poorly educated and poorly economic organized world, and this thing get worse if this particulary thing have never seen it in their life or if they have heard that it is a sin from person who represents their sacred religion

And change doesnt not happen a day to other. I still educate my friends every day and we're lucky we have access to Internet, access to other person experiencie, country, life in a single click.

For that reason i believe its really shitty to judge people for what they wrote 5 or 10 years ago. If you were an unproblematic and progressive and really educated teeneger, well good for you but not everybody grew up in your same afortunate enviroment

But i think also that if after you are educated and you have access to spaces where you can learn about social issues that You ignore and being enlighted in important things for our society and STILL you refuse to listen, to learn, to have empathy and respect, you refuse to reflect on your past/present behavior and thoughts, then fuck u. Because you have access to really change and you dont want because you dont care.

Anyway srly people stop doing that shit.

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Btw english it's not my first language i'm sorry if there are a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes i am empiric.

[teachertracy]

April 26th- whoregate

Hello family! It’s been a while since I’ve written so here is an update! I am finally officially legal in China- they took my passport to add my new visa J It only took 9 months…

 Line 4 finally opened so it’s a lot easy to get off campus now! Instead of a 30 minute drive away, the subway is now a 15 minute walk. So convenient.

 My school has lost it… seriously… like the other teachers here are bat shit crazy… Let me start with the “whore” story.

               We get an email on Tuesday saying that if we’re going to have guests on campus, we need to give the school a 48 hour heads up. So one of our new teachers, Scott, messages our group saying (and I will type it exactly as he did- with all the grammar and spelling mistakes, etc)

               “I dont know what Knuckle Head had the Great Idea of Bringing a Hooker back the apartment block. But I will say you are a straight up dam idiot. The Principle if pissed as hell. And it really makes the rest of us look bad. atleast go get a roof. For god sakes you can get a room for fifty rmb. Get a dam tent and goto the park. All I can say now is holy shit batman.”

               None of us had ANY idea what he was talking about and we ask him how he knows this. He says,

               “They have cameras every place. They are not stupid. They see what goes on and who comes n goes. I just heard about it. And I should prob not be talking about it. But shit it makes all the other male foreign teachers look bad.”

               I defended the males saying I was with most of them all weekend and I didn’t see any whores… The scott claims he found “calling cards” and said the whore threw the cards as they came and went. He did have a card, but those are super common in China.

               I’m over the pettiness so I speak for the last time and say, “Well I’m not gonna start spreading rumors.”

               Scott says- “Im sure that teacher did not have this girl in their apt for high tea and cookies. And if this is the dudes girlfriend. He is dating a hooker. And that is beyond gross.”

He kept claiming their was video.. though NO ONE had seen this video… and then he just kept fucking ranting. In his horrible grammar…  so that was Tuesday.

 But wait… there’s more! Today we had a new problem. Needed background for this story.

Harbir- a new teacher that has been here about 2 weeks and how has complained about literally everything under the sun. She also sends a lot of petty messages and is very passive aggressive about some things. And she uses emojis way too much.

Vincent- used to work in a third world country so he pretty much thinks this school is heaven. He is a HUGE Trump supporter and though a nice guy, kinda a total asshole and know it all at times.

Ok so…

               Harbir messages the main board where ALL the teachers, admin, etc are a part of saying, “Good afternoon J Some of the students have brought to my attention the difficulties in getting something to eat or drink during the break between periods. Since there is only one waitress servicing the students, some students don’t get time to buy sometime to eat or drink. There are also problems with some students cutting in line. Hope we can do something to improve the situation for our students (emoji).

Vincent: “Maybe SNA could provide waiters who would go from class to class taking orders and delivering food and drinks”

Harbir:  “I'm not sure what your meaning of this is. I don't think the fact that some students are coming to class hungry because of the poor breakfast being provided in our cafeteria or lack of access to snacks inbetween classes, is something to joke about or be sarcastic about. It effects our students concentration in class, energy level and focus. We're here to help our students succeed, that includes bringing issues outside the learning environment to the attention of management, so that we can work together to solve them.”

Vincent: “And the snack bar offers high quality food. Right!!! They can buy fruit and carry it with them to class. They don’t have to go to the snack bar. and you know that. You just wanted one more excuse to whine or complain about something.”

JESUS…. I can’t wait leave this freaking shit show of a school. Well that’s all for now haha. Just needed to update you on … all that…