#i want to work in classrooms and i want to be professionally addressed as my chosen name is that so hard? apparently yes

[egoborderline]

I don't know how much longer I can work at a Christian university before I lose my fucking mind completely I have got to get the FUCK out of here bro

[uponsometrainyard]

need a name change by july call that #expensive

[missmilliegojo]

Ai No Saikyou

Prologue

A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction (Gojo X OC)

Warnings -> SPOILERS for Jujutsu Kaisen 0

TOKYO, NOVEMBER 2016

The short heels of Millie's combat boots echo down the hallway as she makes her way to the first-year classroom. It's been years since her enrollment at Jujutsu High as a student, but the dim, depressing hallways haven't changed. They still sent shivers down her spine as if something lurked in the shadows, as if death was waiting around the next corner to swallow her whole. Though, really, that's not too different from her everyday life. Or what used to be her everyday life, anyway.

Coming to a stop outside the classroom, Millie takes in a deep breath before knocking on the door. The pamphlets in her hands suddenly feel heavy, anxiety squeezing her heart like a stress ball.

'This is so silly.' She thought to herself, tugging on the hem of her blouse. Was she dressed professionally enough? 'I used to exorcise curses for a living, and I'm nervous about addressing a classroom full of teenagers?'

The door slides open, and although she expected the man on the other side, the sight of him still made her breath hitch. Tall and handsome, dressed in black, fluffy white hair on his head and eyes hidden behind a blindfold made of white bandages, Satoru Gojo holds the crown for the most attractive man she's ever seen. Her heart leaps, but that's as far as it gets before she beats the emotion down.

Professional. For the sake of her job, she has to remain professional.

Satoru's lips curl into a massive grin, flashing his pearly white, perfectly aligned teeth. "It's my lovely wife!"

A chorus of groans spills from inside the classroom.

"Satoru." Millie scolds, narrowing her gaze. "We talked about this."

His grin drops, lower lip pushing into a pout. "But, honeyyyyy..."

Pushing past him, Millie flashes her kindest smile at the single row of students that made up the first-year class. Given how rare jujutsu sorcerers are, classes are, normally, rather small.

"Good morning, everyone. Pardon the interruption." Setting the pamphlets down on the corner of her husband's desk, Millie sets her undivided attention on the students: a platinum blond boy, a green haired girl, and a panda. "For the sake of formalities, allow me to re-introduce myself. I'm Millie Gojo, and as of today, I will be Jujutsu High's official guidance counselor."

So far, it seems to be going well. Maki Zen’in appears disinterested, Toge Inumaki is a more difficult character to read, given that only the top half of his face is visible, and Panda was leaning forward in his seat with a smile. In character for all three teenagers.

Seeing them this way shot a boost of confidence into Millie's system. "It's no secret that jujutsu sorcerers experience a lot of trauma in their line of work, and there aren't many resources available to help sorcerers process and work through their trauma. I want to change that. Speaking from my own experience, our mental health can only be put on the back burner for so long before it starts to catch up to us. Treating it sooner rather than later could mean all the difference in your survival."

Her words aren't as sugary as another counselors may have been, but Millie isn't just any counselor. She's a counselor for jujutsu sorcerers, children and adults who put their lives on the line to exorcise curses in hopes of a safer future. These people witness gruesome scenes, have watched friends and partners die, have lost parts of themselves to the job. It's terrifying work, and that's why she doesn't believe in sugarcoating. These kids already know what they've signed themselves up for, so why hide it behind pretty words? They know the truth of this world, and they'll be more trusting if she respects that.

"My office is located in the same hallway as the teacher's longue, the last room on the end. I'll be here Monday through Friday, from nine to five. I will also be working electronically with our sister school in Kyoto. If you would like to speak with me, you're welcome to swing by, or you can submit an appointment request through the mailbox outside my office. There is also a whiteboard that will display my availability throughout the week should you wish to book an appointment in advance. Everything we discuss will be confidential, however, safety is also my responsibility. Should a student show signs of being a danger to themselves or others, it is my duty to report it to Principal Yaga and your teacher. Any questions?"

Panda raises a paw. "Do you accept cursed corpses?"

Millie's smile brightens. "Every kind of sorcerer is welcome in my office, Panda."

Inumaki also raises a hand. "Mustard leaf?"

"I'm sure we can find an effective communication method that will work for you, Inumkai."

"I have a question!" Satoru exclaims from where he had been leaning against the wall, watching his wife give her speech. "Are you by chance open to faculty?"

Millie knows her husband too well to miss the playful notes dancing in his tone. She straightens and offers him an I'm-going-to-withhold-your-dessert-if-you-don't-knock-it-off smile. "Staff members are welcome to visit me, so long as they take our session seriously, Gojo."

The man gasps, sputtering as his hand flies over his wounded heart. "G-G-G-Gojo?!"

Ignoring his antics, Millie turns back to the students. "Thank you for your time and attention this morning, everyone. I'm looking forward to assisting you."

Millie slips out of the classroom and pats herself on the back. One class down, two more in-person and three more virtual speeches to go.

Hues of gold and orange shine into the cozy office through the open window, bringing with it a gentle breeze that makes the curtains sway. Millie soaks in the feel of her office again, wondering for the thousandth time if it was a calming enough environment for anyone who came by to speak with her. She repainted the depressing walls to a light beige that brought some brightness to the room. Potted plants filled each corner, a long comfy couch placed in the middle of the room with a matching chair across from it, a low set glass coffee table and a floral rug placed between the two. Her desk and a small bookshelf were set close to the far wall, a clock mounted above them to help her keep track of time The last thing she wants to do is rush anyone who came to see her, but she also has to make sure to be on time for others who request her help.

The end of her first day is almost upon her, and every meeting she had went better than she thought it would. Introducing mental health to jujutsu sorcerers, teenagers at that, was going to take time. No one has made an appointment with her yet, but Millie knows that these things can't be forced. When they're ready, they'll come to her, and she'll welcome them warmly.

A knock on the door catches Millie by surprise. Her day would be over in about thirty minutes, but if someone has come to talk to her, then she would stay late without question.

A sense of urgency has her rising from her desk and rushing to the door. She calmly slides it open, and the person on the other side both surprises her and doesn't. "Satoru?"

He's slouched over, that same pout from earlier still stuck on his face. "I don't think my wife loves me anymore."

Resisting the urge to sigh, Millie steps aside to let him in. She watches her husband flop down onto the couch before taking a seat across from him, crossing one leg over the other. "What makes you feel that way, Satoru?"

The man sniffles. "She hasn't kissed me since this morning, and she called me Gojo. Can you believe that? It's like I'm a stranger to her all of a sudden!"

Usually, this teasing behavior struck a cord of laughter in her. However, she's on the clock, and even if her husband is fooling around, she'd go about this as if he were anyone else. "Satoru, have you considered that maybe your wife loves you so much, she has to act professionally during school hours to spare herself from getting into trouble?"

His sniffles stop. "Do you really think so?"

"I do."

Suddenly, Satoru is kneeling before her with his head in her lap, his long arms wrapped around her waist in an embrace. "Oh, my love! I'll never doubt you again!"

This time, Millie can't help but sigh. Still, she smiles and rans a hand through his soft hair. "I love you, Satoru."

"I know." He looks up at her with a cocky grin. "I just wanted to hear you say it."

Playfully, she shakes her head. "You are so- mmm."

Satoru's sudden kiss swallows the rest of her words. Giggling against his lips, Millie cups his head between her hands and returns the loving gesture. The aquamarine stone on her left ring finger, held in place by a silver band, catches the golden light beautifully.

Millie suddenly remembers that they're in her office and tilts her chin up, laughing at the needy whine her husband lets out. "You can have more kisses at home. We promised Yaga he wouldn't catch us making out on campus again."

Despite the bandages covering his brows, Millie could tell he was wiggling them. "There are some spots he never found out about. We can go back to one of those."

"Yeah, no." She gently pushes his forehead. "I'm not trying to get fired my first day on the job."

Her husband grins, but this one is different from the one he showed her before. It's not as carefree, and the air around them suddenly gets a little heavier. "Speaking of your first day on the job, there's someone who could really use your help, sweets."

An invisible hand squeezes her heart like a stress ball. For as long as she's known him, Satoru Gojo has shouldered the burdens of their world on his own two shoulders. Despite being together for nine years, six of which as a married couple, it's still a rare occurrence for him to request aid on anything related to jujutsu. Satoru Gojo, after all, is the strongest.

Millie took his large hand in both of hers, giving it a squeeze. "What can I do?"

Millie Gojo retired from combat three years ago, but for her husband and the students she's come to love as her own, she'd go to war.

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[yhrkcnrk]

Tainted Hearts

Chapter 51: Sick Day

Yoshiko stood in front of Riko's class, her usual composed expression masking her rising worry. As she scanned the room, something felt off. Riko's seat was empty. Trying not to let her concern show, Yoshiko continued teaching the class, her mind constantly drifting back to Riko.

When she finished the lesson, she turned to the class. "Takami-san, Watanabe-san," Yoshiko addressed Chika and You, "can I speak with you outside for a moment?" She kept her tone professional, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention.

Outside the classroom, Yoshiko glanced around to make sure they were alone. Once satisfied, she leaned in slightly, keeping her voice low. "Where’s Riko? She wasn't in her seat today."

Chika spoke up first. "Oh, she's sick. I saw her mom on my way to school, and she told me Riko was staying home."

Yoshiko blinked, taken aback. She hadn’t heard anything from Riko, and that only deepened her concern. You chimed in, sensing Yoshiko’s unease. "Maybe she doesn’t have the strength to message you. And her mom might be busy taking care of her."

Chika nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, you can always go check on her after school!"

You smirked, adding with a grin, "We were gonna visit, but it looks like you’re taking the lead on this one, Yoshiko."

Yoshiko chuckled at the pair’s teasing but nodded. "Alright. Thanks for letting me know. You can both head back inside now."

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Chika and You walked back to their seats when they overheard a few classmates muttering from the back.

"Looks like Miss Perfect is missing class," one of them snickered.

"Yeah, studied so hard she made herself sick," another one added with a laugh. "Serves her right."

Chika clenched her fists, ready to say something, while You narrowed her eyes. But they exchanged glances, silently agreeing to let it slide. They knew Riko wouldn’t want them to stir up any trouble over petty remarks.

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Yoshiko entered Mari’s office, her face still composed but with a hint of urgency in her eyes. "Hey, Mari, can I leave early?"

Mari raised a brow, looking surprised. "Why? You never ask to leave early."

Yoshiko shifted on her feet. "Well, Riko’s sick, and I want to check up on her. I don’t have any more classes today, and my paperwork is all done."

Mari opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Yoshiko’s phone started buzzing. She quickly answered. "Hello?"

It was Riko's mom. "Hello, Yoshiko? I'm sorry to bother you, but Riko is really sick right now. I have an important meeting I need to attend, and I was wondering if you could take care of her while I’m gone?"

Yoshiko blinked, momentarily surprised, before quickly responding, "Of course, Mrs. Sakurauchi. I was just about to head over there."

Riko’s mom sighed in relief. "Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver."

As Yoshiko hung up, she looked over at Mari, whose teasing smile was already spreading across her face.

"Looks like you get to 'nurse back' Riko with her mother’s permission," Mari said with a playful wink.

Yoshiko flushed. "S-shut up, Mari."

Mari leaned back in her chair, laughing. "Better get going, then. Your little girlfriend needs some ‘nursing,’" she teased, still chuckling as Yoshiko rushed out of the office, her cheeks burning.

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Yoshiko soon found herself standing in front of the Sakurauchi household, holding bags filled with medicine, fruit, and ingredients for porridge. She knocked on the door, and a few moments later, Riko's mom opened it.

"Thank you so much for coming, Yoshiko," she said with a warm smile.

Yoshiko smiled back, feeling shy. "It's my pleasure. And, well... it's kind of my duty too as her... lover," she said softly, laughing awkwardly.

Riko's mom chuckled, clearly amused. "Riko’s upstairs resting. You can use anything you need in the kitchen. I have to go now, but thank you again."

With that, Riko's mom hurried off to her meeting, leaving Yoshiko standing at the door, her heart racing. She made her way upstairs and carefully opened Riko’s bedroom door. The sight of Riko lying in bed, looking so weak and vulnerable, made Yoshiko's chest tighten. Her heart ached seeing Riko like this.

Yoshiko approached the bed and sat at the edge, gazing down at Riko’s pale face. Without warning, Riko stirred, mumbling something incoherent, but Yoshiko could make out her nickname being called softly.

"Yocchan..." Riko’s eyes remained closed, her voice hazy from the fever.

Yoshiko leaned over, her hand hovering near Riko’s forehead to check her temperature. Just as her hand touched Riko's skin, Riko’s eyes fluttered open, though they were still clouded by the fever. Without warning, Riko’s arms reached up, wrapping around Yoshiko’s neck as she pulled her down into a kiss.

Yoshiko froze, eyes wide in surprise, but the sensation of Riko’s lips soon overtook her senses. Her mind went blank, and before she realized it, she was kissing Riko back, deepening the kiss as her heart pounded in her chest. Riko's lips, soft and warm, parted, inviting her in. Their kiss deepened, a passionate dance of tongues and breath. The heat from their kiss mixed with the fever that radiated off Riko, making the room feel even hotter. Riko let out soft, breathy noises as the kiss grew more intense, Yoshiko almost losing herself in the moment.

Without thinking, Yoshiko’s lips traveled down to Riko’s neck, her mind completely overwhelmed by the sensation. Now overcome with desire, let her hands wander, tracing the contours of Riko's body. Her hands traveled down Riko’s body, brushing against her delicate skin. But as she looked back up at Riko’s face, her heart racing, she noticed something. Riko had fallen asleep.

Yoshiko blinked in disbelief. "She fell asleep?" she muttered, staring down at Riko’s peaceful face, still flushed from the fever. Her own heart was beating wildly in her chest, and she let out a soft sigh, sitting back up.

"What am I doing?" she scolded herself silently. "She’s sick, and here I am, thinking about—" she shook her head, feeling the heat still lingering on her face. "If that kiss had gone on any longer…"

She sighed again, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. "Might as well make her some porridge," she mumbled, glancing back at the sleeping Riko before quietly heading downstairs.

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Yoshiko stood in the kitchen, stirring the pot of porridge as she tried to calm her mind. She focused on the gentle simmering, trying to push aside what had almost happened earlier.

“She’s sick,” Yoshiko reminded herself. “You’re here to take care of her and nothing else. Focus on making Riko feel better.”

The porridge was finally ready. Before preparing the food, she first went upstairs to check if Riko was awake and saw her girlfriend stirring, her eyes fluttering open as she tried to sit up.

"Don’t move too much, Riri," Yoshiko said gently, moving quickly to help her sit up properly.

Riko blinked at her, surprised. "Yocchan? What are you doing here?" Her voice was weak, and it seemed like she didn’t remember what had happened earlier.

Yoshiko smiled softly. "Your mom called me. She had a business meeting and asked if I could take care of you while she’s away."

"Oh, I see…" Riko’s smile was faint but warm. "Well, I’m glad you’re here."

Yoshiko felt a flutter in her chest and couldn’t help but smile back. "I made some porridge for you. I brought some fruits and medicine too. Let me feed you so you can take your meds afterward."

"Thank you, Yocchan," Riko said softly, her cheeks slightly pink.

Yoshiko quickly went downstairs, filling a bowl with warm porridge and slicing the fruit. She added a small pudding to the tray as a sweet surprise before bringing everything back to Riko’s room. Setting the tray on the nightstand, Yoshiko took the bowl of porridge in her hands and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Here, let me feed you," she said, blowing on the spoon to cool it down before offering it to Riko. "Say ‘ahh.’"

Riko’s blush deepened as she opened her mouth and took the spoonful of porridge. She chewed and swallowed, her expression softening. "It’s delicious."

Yoshiko’s heart soared, and she smiled. "Good. Eat more so you can get your strength back."

She continued feeding Riko, one spoonful after another, until the bowl was empty. Afterward, Yoshiko handed her the medicine. "Here, drink this."

Riko took the medicine without complaint, her eyes tired but still sparkling a little. "Thank you, Yocchan," she said again.

Yoshiko smiled. "I also brought you pudding as a little reward for eating everything." She opened the small container and fed Riko the sweet treat. When Riko finished, Yoshiko set the tray aside, standing up. "Now that you’ve eaten, you should rest again."

She started to leave, but Riko’s weak voice stopped her. "Where are you going?"

Yoshiko turned back. "Downstairs. I’ll just be there if you need anything."

Before she could move, Riko reached out, grabbing Yoshiko’s sleeve weakly. "Can you stay here? Just for a bit?"

Inside, Yoshiko’s heart melted. How cute is this girl? she thought, trying to keep her composure. She sat back down, carefully hiding her blush as she held Riko’s hand. "Sure, I’ll stay right here by your side."

Riko smiled faintly. "Thank you, Yocchan…" Her voice trailed off as she drifted back to sleep, her hand still holding onto Yoshiko’s.

Yoshiko settled in beside her, pulling out her phone to read while Riko slept, their hands still entwined.

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Hours passed, and soon it was nighttime. The house was quiet when Riko’s mom returned, heading upstairs to check on her daughter. She quietly opened the door to find Riko sleeping peacefully, looking much better than before. Her gaze then shifted to Yoshiko, who was sitting in the chair beside the bed, fast asleep while still holding Riko’s hand.

Riko’s mom smiled warmly at the scene and couldn’t resist snapping a photo. She then gently tapped Yoshiko’s shoulder. "Yoshiko… Yoshiko…"

Yoshiko stirred, blinking her eyes open. When she saw Riko’s mom standing there, she jumped up. "Mrs. Sakurauchi! I’m sorry, I fell asleep!"

Riko’s mom laughed softly. "It’s alright. Don’t worry." She glanced at Riko, who was still peacefully sleeping, and smiled. "You did a great job taking care of her. You can go home now. I’ll take over from here."

Yoshiko nodded, though she hesitated when she realized she was still holding Riko’s hand. She gently let go, and as soon as she did, Riko’s face scrunched up, like she missed the warmth. But then she settled back into her peaceful slumber.

Both Yoshiko and Riko’s mom chuckled quietly at the sight.

Yoshiko quietly made her way downstairs, followed by Riko’s mom. At the door, Yoshiko said, "Goodbye, Mrs. Sakurauchi. Thank you for letting me take care of her today."

Riko’s mom smiled kindly. "Thank you for going out of your way, Yoshiko. You really are a lifesaver. And, well," she added with a small laugh, "I’ll keep you in mind the next time she needs someone to watch over her."

Yoshiko chuckled too. "You can call me anytime."

As she stepped out the door, Riko’s mom waved. "Take care on your way home, Yoshiko. Goodbye."

Yoshiko waved back before heading down the street, the cool night air helping to calm her racing heart after the long day.

[mapoyaj]

The recent events of my life are not a battle of self-esteem, love, and belongingness. It was a battle of passion and practicality. In life as a working individual, I gained self-actualization. I intend to do what my heart truly desires – that is, to be a psychologist. I loved teaching, don’t get me wrong… but psychology was my first love. I decided to leave teaching for a while to focus on reviewing for the board exams while taking up professional teaching certification. But I will go back to teaching. I just have a gut feeling. And I went back to teaching after focusing on what I intend to do. A needs assessment is an important but often neglected process of education. It is a systematic approach to understanding the state of knowledge, attitudes, and abilities of a group of audiences ( McCawley, 2009). As a teacher, I learned from my teachers. I use needs assessment methods to analyze what my students need. I start my lessons with pre-tests or pre-lesson questions to analyze their topic knowledge. This helps me plan how to facilitate the lesson and improve the teaching-learning process. But… this was just a simple need assessment. As a teacher, I want to create a systematic needs assessment for a whole program. This will give me an insight on how to improve the teaching-learning process from teachers to the institution itself. The needs assessment should always be a part of the institutional process. It gives the students a platform to voice their concerns. It gives the teachers the knowledge on the improvements they shall make in teaching and classroom management. It provides the institution with the knowledge on the improvement of policies and management. However, the value of needs assessment should be prioritized for students. Students are the ones who need guidance the most. Like how my teachers catered to my needs when I was young, I am bound to cater to their learning needs. Institutional goals are also important, but once you improve how you teach students, all else will follow. When I was younger, I didn’t realize the value of my needs. As I grew older and wiser, I realized that we need to address our needs, our students’ needs, and those of the people who rely on us.

[education-nation]

Self-Reflection - Final Word · June 12, 2024.

As educators, it is important for us to be self-reflective. With that said, there was a lot I learned in my teacher preparation program, and there was a lot I learned about myself regarding my process of learning, challenges, and what I will carry with me in my career. I'll detail some of what I learned below:

Organization. I am someone who definitely needs his own system, staying organized and flexible. Throughout undergrad, I often tried keeping a planner with deadlines and set times as to when I would work on things. However, I was "on" and "off" with it - more often keeping things in memory and saying to myself, "Yeah, I'll work on that Thursday and have it done by Sunday the latest." However, this did not work in grad school and I needed to write stuff down in a highly accessible place that I could check-in to every day. Keeping a planner, spacing assignments out, saved me and my grades. Furthermore, everything needed it's own binder or notebook, labeled too. When one binder is too cluttered, I find that so is my mind. It's high maintenance, but it's what works and this means of organization, along with the planner, is definitely something I will be keeping in my teaching practice. For example, I may have a binder for lesson plans, a binder for assessments, incomplete or late work, feedback, etc... etc...

Breaks. As a grad student, I found myself in constant need of taking breaks. Mental health days, or other means of taking care of myself. As educators, burnout is very real and we need to make sure that we're taking care of our physical and mental health. If we're not, then we can't possibly be effective practitioners. Therefore, I "chunk" my own work as I would when making accommodations for a student. I'll dedicate one or two hours to something, break, then proceed, break, then proceed. Of course, it is important to keep with a pace that will help me meet all my deadlines! Time management is key.

Time Management. I know I just mentioned this, but I wanted to include it as its own point because there's more to it. I found that it was absolutely necessary to give myself a cut-off, not spending too much time working on one task to the detriment of others. I needed to make sure that I was giving everything a fair amount of time, often kicking aside my perfectionist-self. As an educator, I am going to have to be content with what I am able to do within the time frame that I am given so as long as I know I tried my best and did everything that I possibly could to be successful without it taking away from other things. For example, there may be a time where each student is only afford 2-3 minutes conferences in a classroom of 20-30 kids. Or perhaps written feedback will be reserved for what is necessary, just to make sure that I am addressing every student fairly.

This is a separate list, but here are a few things I plan to carry with me in my teaching career that I picked up from UB:

Textbooks for professional development. Keeping up to date with the latest research and practices.

Lesson plan templates. While I understand that not many districts require full lesson plans, these templates are great way for teachers (such as myself) to organize thinking.

KWL, Cornell notes, think alouds, graphic organizers, storyboards, blogs, journals, etc... etc...

A quick note on journals:

As an English teacher, I loved the idea of journal prompts. They're a great way for students to voice their thoughts, feelings, and emotions while engaging them with a writing process. They can also be used to connect students back to the literature and the concepts and skills they're learning. However, I learned how it is absolutely critical to afford time in reading each and everyone. During my Fall semester at UB, a professor reminded the class that teachers are mandated reporters. Students often use journal entries to talk about very personal and traumatic things. While, as teachers, we want to establish that line of trust with our students we also have to walk a fine line, especially if a student discloses something that is harmful to them or anyone else. As a teacher, I will of course take this very seriously while giving my learners the time and space to write about the things they want to write about.

Best,

Anthony

[inkedandtears]

in the middle of a career crisis

still can't afford therapy so i asked chatgpt for advice:

It sounds like you are at a crossroads, with a mix of stable satisfaction in your current role and a strong desire to pursue other dreams. Here are a few steps and considerations to help you navigate this situation:

Assess Your Current Situation

Current Job Satisfaction: While you mention that you don't want to teach children, consider what aspects of your current job you do enjoy. This can help you identify transferable skills and interests. RE: I do enjoy making the classroom materials. It's tedious but fulfilling. It is a reminder that I am working to ensure my students get enough practice and attention they need to excel in school. Learning/education centers address this certain gap that schoolteachers aren't able to accommodate as they have more than 60 kids to teach in a day. I should remind myself of this value because I love to work in education. The end goal is to teach at a university, but I will stick this job out for the 1-year full-time teaching experience. The content development and editing experience is pretty handy as well!

Teaching in University: Reflect on why you want to be a professor of postcolonial literature. Is it the subject matter, the research opportunities, the adult student interactions, or the academic environment that appeals to you? The academic environment comes first, and my interest in postcolonial issues such as migration comes second. I love to read and discuss books – I want to change the world through literature. I still have my vision of ensuring local schools in Hong Kong have access to a wide variety of literatures from all cultures, to exercise their open-mindedness in a city that boasts its international cultue. That does not reflect well from the kids, so it is imperative we start in their classrooms. Little ways to elimate racism and ignorance, and to build a much more welcoming and safe society.

Exploring Academic Career in Literature

Qualifications and Experience: To teach at the university level, you typically need a Ph.D. in your field. Consider if you are willing to commit to this long-term academic journey, including potential research, publications, and teaching assistantships. Yes! I'm keen. Taking my MA at FSU is the next to achieving this goal. :)

Networking and Mentorship: Reach out to professors or professionals in the field of postcolonial literature. They can provide valuable insights into the realities of an academic career and offer guidance on how to pursue this path. UP Diliman conference on July 10, 2024! I hope to meet people in the Philippines I can stay in contact with.

Exploring Marine Biology

Educational Path: Research what qualifications are needed to become a marine biologist. This usually involves a degree in marine biology or a related field, and possibly a master's or Ph.D. for research positions. Exactly. I can't. The only answer is to work at a local secondary school, or university, and go on lengthy marine adventures on my holidays. That's it. And be a marine biologist when I retire.

Passion and Skills: Reflect on what drew you to marine biology as a child. Consider participating in marine biology courses, workshops, or volunteer opportunities to get a taste of the field and see if it reignites your passion.

Job Opportunities and Lifestyle: Research the job market and lifestyle associated with marine biology. This can include fieldwork, lab work, travel, and possibly relocating. Ensure this aligns with your personal and professional goals.

Making a Decision

Short-Term and Long-Term Goals: Write down your short-term and long-term goals for both career paths. This can help you visualize the steps needed and the time commitment for each option.

Financial and Personal Considerations: Consider the financial implications of switching careers, including the cost of further education and potential changes in income. Also, think about your personal life and how each career aligns with your values and lifestyle preferences.

Professional Advice: Consider speaking with a career counselor. They can provide personalized guidance and help you explore your options in a structured manner.

Experiment and Explore

Side Projects: Start small by engaging in side projects related to your interests. This could be writing research papers on postcolonial literature, taking online courses in marine biology, or volunteering in relevant projects. Volunteering for Marine Conservation Philippines! I get field and lab experience, as well as PADI certifications. So worth it. Just need to save up.

Informational Interviews: Conduct informational interviews with professionals in both fields. This can give you a realistic view of day-to-day responsibilities and future prospects.

Making a career change, especially one as significant as from teaching literature to marine biology, requires careful planning and self-reflection. Taking small steps towards both paths can help you make an informed decision without feeling overwhelmed.

[mileanecdote]

"Digital Learning : Exposing Online Educational Platforms"

Hello lilits welcome to my first ever blog. This blog is all about the other side of the online world. I will unpack a website that contains educational purposes. Enjoy reading lilits.

1.https://www.commonsensemedia.org/

INFORMATION FOUND:

(CSM) is on e of the primary source of entertainment in online world for school and family. In this 21st century this platform helps the parents to navigate the online world with their children. Together with policymakers, industry leaders, and global media partners, we're building a digital world that works better for all kids, their families, and their communities. Common sense is divided into two the common sense media and the common sense education supports K–12 schools with everything educators need to empower the next generation of digital citizens.

HOW WILL I USE THIS INFORMATION:

As a future educator, it is not hard for me to select educational materials that will align with my student's developmental stages and interests while ensuring their safety and appropriateness. Also, the parent's guide information will be a great help for me to give positive reinforcement as well as negative reinforcement to my students someday. With its community engagement features, I can also benefit from shared experiences from different shared thoughts and materials from different material work of life of the educators .

2.https://www.educationworld.com/a_lesson/lesson-plan-booster/cyber-ethics.shtml

INFORMATION FOUND:

The information provided how this generation and we students will behave in the internet space following the rules and regulations mentioned in the text above. This site also emphasizes the pivotal role of cyber ethics and appropriate online conduct, which includes resources to teach youth netiquette and tactics to combat cyberbullying

HOW WILL I USE THIS INFORMATION:

I want to make my students realize in my students that they are the future of our nation and should be mindful of their actions before clicking the button, I will use this knowledge to inform my tactics as a future teacher and encourage them to exercise responsible digital citizenship. As a result, I want to address these issues as a future leader and offer my pupils the tools they need to use the internet responsibly.

 

3.https://sharemylesson.com/

INFORMATION FOUND:

I learned that the American Federation of Teachers, Share My Lesson is a community of teachers, Developed by educators where teachers, students parents can collaborate, and inspire everyone. It has also a site that provides a wide choices, resources of high-quality resources for educators.

HOW WILL I USE THIS INFORMATION:

As a teacher, I will maximize resources that are accessible to all to create effective lesson plans and creative, innovative, and motivating strategies for my student .. I can also share ideas, get advice, and get inspiration from my co-educators from their experiences in the field of the digital world as a tool for teaching other educators. Nonetheless, this will help me build a supportive social media presence that will support my continuous professional development and significance as a teacher in a classroom.

[cynicaldesire]

Had a bit of a hard week.

So, at my job, I'm a tutor for the programming department. I got my Associate's in 2014 but I haven't had to keep up with programming ever since. Which ended up being fine because the only people seeking tutoring were in the intro to programming class that doesn't (shouldn't) use a real coding language. It's just all the concepts and stuff.

My boss asked me to screen record myself doing the assignments in the end-level course for his preferred language and I've been putting it off because I have no clue where to start. I haven't used this language in 10 years, and they're doing stuff I don't remember ever actually doing/working with. So I've been trying to figure out how to study it between everything else.

Everything else is all the bookings I have to tutoring sessions. I have removed availability for half of one of the 3 days that I work and the other half is completely full most of the time. This is on top of getting almost fully booked on the full days that I work. I'm busy and despite getting a second tutor in the form of a Federal Work Study student, people are still coming to me.

This is on top of all the other odds and ends I do around the office, helping people find classrooms, directing them to tutors, helping the admin assistant with things from time to time (personal and professional), helping coworkers with stuff, and even being one of two admins of the booking system itself (which comes with its own set of responsibilities).

And, you know, being a full-time student.

So I keep thinking I have time to work on the stuff that my boss is asking me to do, but when I do, I usually default to working on my homework for my learn!school instead. So my boss keeps asking WHERE ARE MY VIDEOS and I have to tell him, dude I'm busy and I'm not about to work on this at home. (I'm not supposed to work from home or whatever.)

Then my husband came to visit for Spring Break (his, not mine), and I was gonna work on my boss's homework. But then my husband bought a new game to play (FF7 Rebirth) and I had to watch it. Then I had a flat tire and the other car I had access to had a faulty electrical system so I couldn't go to work. So I went to work only 1 day that week. (I took off the day my husband came into town.)

I went back and I was SWAMPED with people talking to me, asking questions, booking me for tutoring sessions. It was BONKERS how busy I was. Then my husband left and one of my niece's significant others came into town. This was frustrating for me because I'm incredibly shy and they're trans and so I was afraid of misgendering, so I tried not to address them at all. But they're also shy, so they didn't wanna talk either. And then my niece refused to tell me anything about the visit, so I had to keep being confused at different intervals. -I thought they drove? -No they got dropped off. -Well I thought they were leaving on Sunday? - No, Monday morning. -You still haven't done like 6 essays in one of your classes. -I'll do it! (Did not.)

And then at the usual Saturday Family Dinner, people kept ignoring me. People asked me questions directly and then stopped listening to me halfway through. My mom especially kept getting distracted by the stupidest shit in the middle of me talking. I had to retell a story like 5 times before I finally gave up.

Then my husband was having a problem with another video game he tried to buy. His online order got cancelled. He got the points he used for a coupon refunded, then he bought it again and they shipped it to the wrong address. Not sure why that address was still there, set as default. Then he drove over there to pick it up and in the package wasn't the game he even ordered. So he went to a physical location and returned the game and just bought the one he wanted in person.

It wasn't until I was able to talk to my husband Saturday night that I was able to get any of my anxiety out. That I realized just how much anxiety I had. A lot of it was stressing out about finishing the game. A lot of it was about the stranger coming to the house right after he left. A lot of it was about being so busy at work, staying late, finishing the game, getting up to take him to the airport, coming home to take my niece to school, getting gas, coming home to get ready for work, having another busy day, then having to take my niece to work with me and navigate the stranger and my niece at work while also tutoring. And then going to dinner and being super ignored.

And my husband went back to some problems in his house and that made it so I couldn't talk to him until Saturday night. I got some of my stress out, able to finally spend a good time with my husband, things calmed down, etc.

Now I can work on that stuff for my boss. After all this other stuff I gotta do for my learn school.

[mcolliearts246-04]

Course Reflection

This Typography course provided a comprehensive exploration of fundamental graphic design concepts, emphasizing formal elements and utilizing both traditional and modern digital applications. The curriculum covered essential principles of visual communication, image development, and included diverse assignments ranging from experimental projects to a personalized logo assignment.

Looking into the future, I aspire to pursue a career in sports design at either a university or a professional program after graduation. The course significantly enhanced my understanding of typography, revealing its impactful role in my design work. Despite its seemingly long timeline, my favorite assignment was the logo rebrand, showcasing the practical application of learned concepts I can use for the field I want to go in.

I want to express my deep appreciation to Professor Khalili. You have been not only an excellent teacher but also an inspiring figure in my artistic journey. Your approach, balancing kindness with the necessary level of strictness, helped me stay focused on assignments even when mental health struggles seemed to get in the way of everything for me. Your comment on the first day of class, addressing a student who was falling asleep, set the tone for my respect, love, and enjoyable learning experience with you. I knew from the first class how much I was gonna benefit from your bold personality.

Throughout my three years at Clemson and this semester at USC, your influence has been the most unforgettable to me. Your honesty and constructive critiques not only humbled me but also highlighted the untapped potential I was lacking from laziness. While other students may share similar sentiments to you, I want you to know that you played a huge role in reigniting my passion for design when I was battling with mental health challenges and uncertain about my academic path after transitioning from Clemson.

I am sincerely grateful for your guidance and the positive impact you've had on me. As I move forward, I will carry the lessons learned and the renewed love for design into my future endeavors in sports design. Thank you for being an inspirational mentor and contributing to my growth in ways that extend beyond the classroom.

[rottenappleusach]

Honorary Mention:

“Chile, Where do we go now?” by Marina Vargas González

Have you ever found yourself wishing to bring something from the past to the present? Indeed, at a certain point, everybody has wanted to revive past events, things, or moments, but the question is whether this is worth it. Particularly, the poem Let America be America Again by the English writer Langston Hughes (1935) and my teaching motivation, made me reflect upon the past, present, and future of Chile.

In this retrospection, I remembered what my mother used to tell me about the past in Chile. Life, in general, was tough, especially for women who had fewer opportunities in every aspect of life. For instance, my mom always stresses the complexity of pursuing university studies. Furthermore, families in the past gave a prevalent role to the work of men only. When I hear my mother tell me these things, I feel glad not to have been part of that generation. I say this because today everybody has chances to study, men’s work and time is equally important as women’s, education is more inclusive and the spread and access to communication is faster. Now, as a future teacher and making the connection with a movie I recently watched by a Lebanese filmmaker, the question is what is next or ‘where do we go’ from here. From my point of view, there are three things that I yearn for in the future. 

More supportive families are the first element that I would like to see in future generations. Before moving on, it is important to note that the concept of family will be understood as a person or people who are responsible for and take care of another person. I claim this because as a pedagogy student I see the importance of the family in the students’ lives. A clear example of this is the saying that, in the past

I did not quite understand, states that education ‘comes from home’. If parents disrespect teachers at home, students will do the same in the classroom.

Consequently, acknowledging teachers’ work and supporting their pupils from home will make an important difference in the education of Chile.

I also yearn for a second element for our country: free education. Every single teacher or teacher-to-be is delighted to see how solid public education is in other countries such as Finland, Germany and Denmark. Undoubtedly, as a future educator, I am in the right to wish the best for my potential students. In my view, free education in Chile could end up with the segregated society that characterizes

Chileans. For instance, there is a Chilean educational book published in 2013 titled

“Tell me the school you studied at, and I will tell you your IQ”. This is the clear example of the notorious educational gap today, and therefore, which I would like to change in the future.

A third element would be more counselling. Chile should invest more on students’ and educators' mental health so that we avoid problems that later nobody knows how to handle. When I mean more counselling, I am talking about more professionals or experts since right now this task relies on teachers. It is common knowledge that counselling is part of the academic program of a teaching or pedagogy course, yet it is not enough in the face of the difficulties that both teachers and students go through in a changing world. Thus, I would really like to find more specialized support in the near future in all educational institutions. 

To conclude, it is evident that Chile has progressed in several aspects in the past decades. The Chile of the past is marked by hardness, which is not useful to bring back. Nevertheless, that past is needed to understand the present. In my own experience, I value the things that make our life better such as opportunities and more equality, but I am also aware that there are immediate needs that must be addressed such as family support, free education, and counselling for the school community.  These improvements will definitely lead us where to go and make Chile a better place to live. 

[houseofedtech]

Office Hours: More Podcasting Q&A - HoET224

EdTech Thought (3:02)

The Power of Community for Educators: A community is much more than a mere group of individuals; it serves as a robust support system and a platform for shared experiences and ideas. Within a community, we can find solace and encouragement during challenging times while celebrating our triumphs together. The realization that we are not alone in our struggles, achievements, and aspirations becomes a profound source of motivation.

Building a Sanctuary for Educators: By actively building a community of educators, we create a sanctuary where knowledge is exchanged, best practices are shared, and innovative ideas are collaboratively developed. This nurturing environment becomes a wellspring of encouragement, inspiration, and the fuel that drives us to strive for excellence within our classrooms.

Benefits of Joining an Educator Community:

Knowledge Exchange: In a vibrant community, educators can tap into a vast pool of knowledge and expertise. By engaging in conversations and sharing insights, we can enhance our teaching methods, discover new approaches, and refine our craft.

Best Practices: Within the community, educators can share successful strategies, proven techniques, and effective classroom management skills. This collaboration allows us to learn from one another and adapt these best practices to suit our unique teaching contexts.

Collaboration and Innovation: An educator community provides a fertile ground for collaboration and innovation. By working together on projects, lesson plans, and educational initiatives, we can amplify our impact and create transformative experiences for our students.

Support and Encouragement: The challenges of being an educator can sometimes feel overwhelming. However, within a community, we find unwavering support and encouragement from like-minded professionals who understand our journey. This support system bolsters our resilience and empowers us to navigate through difficulties with renewed vigor.

EdTech Recommendation (8:24)

I want to introduce you to a powerful tool that is revolutionizing the way educators deliver presentations. ClassPoint is an innovative solution that seamlessly integrates with Microsoft PowerPoint, elevating your teaching experience to new heights. Let's explore how ClassPoint enhances your existing PowerPoint presentations and transforms them into dynamic and interactive learning experiences.

Transforming PowerPoint into a Dynamic Teaching Platform: ClassPoint elevates PowerPoint from a basic presentation tool to a dynamic teaching platform. By incorporating ClassPoint into your digital lessons, you can enhance student engagement, foster interactivity, and create memorable learning experiences. Take your teaching to the next level by giving ClassPoint a try and experience the transformative power it brings to your classroom. Share your feedback and let me know how it enhances your teaching. If you're already using ClassPoint, I would love to hear from you too!

Featured Content (10:29)

In today's world, podcasting is becoming an increasingly influential tool in many educational settings. We delve deep into this topic, particularly the benefits of podcasting in schools.

This episode explores how podcasting contributes to students' development and growth in various subjects, boosting their communication and social skills. Whether you're based in Brazil like my listener Leo Calbusch, in Pennsylvania like Mike Brilla, or anywhere else in the world, this episode provides insightful answers to critical questions on the role of podcasting in enhancing student engagement and commitment.

Resources:

#1 Resource: https://chrisnesi.com/schoolpodcast

https://everything-everywhere.com/everything-everywhere-daily-podcast/

http://zebrapodcastnetwork.com

Topics and questions addressed:

What are the benefits of podcasting in school?

How does it contribute to students' development and improvement in different subjects?

How does it enhance their communication and social skills?

Does it help them become more organized?

Curious about student engagement and commitment

What do they learn and what skills do they develop or improve by podcasting?

Could you provide some guidance on how to distribute a podcast on major platforms such as Apple, Google, and Spotify?

How regularly do you meet with your podcasting club at school?

How can I introduce the concept of podcasting to students who may be unfamiliar with it?

What are some engaging topics or themes that students can explore in their own podcast episodes?

What roles can students take on in the production of a podcast (host, producer, editor, etc.)?

How can we ensure that students' podcasts are appropriate and safe for sharing?

How can we involve parents and the wider school community in our podcasting project?

Can you provide any examples of successful student-led podcasts or podcasting projects in schools?

Check out this episode!

[thoodleoo]

How do you deal with a student doing stuff to make you uncomfortable? My friend recently became a teacher and since she's so short, she feels like some students see her as a diet coke version of an adult. This one student has been coming into her classroom right before her off period and making some uncomfortable conversations since his class is a few down from her. I told her to try reporting it to her boss or ask another teacher for advice, but she's so embarrassed and I'm starting to feel so bad for her.

first off, i am so sorry your friend is dealing with that, and thank you for trying to help her. it's incredibly difficult and often embarrassing for a teacher to come forward about this kind of thing, especially if they are worried about how others will see them for it.

if you can, keep working to convince her to report it to her administrators. if she has a mentor teacher or a teacher she is close to at the school, she can always go to them and ask for their support. it's extremely important to let admin know about this situation for both her personal and professional safety. admin can help address the situation, keep her physically safe, give her the emotional support she needs, and handle any potential allegations that may arise. the sooner she makes admin aware, the better.

in the meantime, she has some things that she can do in the classroom to help. the first is to never be alone with that student, or if she is put in a situation where she is alone with him, make sure the classroom door is open and she and the student are both visible from the doorway. there are a lot of ways to do this casually- act like she's taking down/hanging something up on the wall, cleaning the board, whatever puts her in a place where passersby can see. figure out an escape excuse. for me, this is usually either "i hate to ditch you right now but i've got a meeting to run to" or "i'd love to chat, but i've gotta run and make some copies" or even just "hey, i don't want to be rude to you but this is my off period and i've got to get some work done." i know it can be tough to set up those boundaries sometimes, but as a teacher, she is an authority figure and can kick students out of her room if she needs to!

as teachers it can feel bad to have to pull away from that teacher-student relationship sometimes, but it's really important to keep ourselves safe and sane while we work. last year i had a student following me to my car. not for nefarious purposes- he was a 6th grader and he thought it was funny- but it was 1. not in any way appropriate and 2. extremely dangerous, since he was wandering into the parking lot. i ended up telling my principal about it, since he wasn't listening to me when i told him to stop, and she handled the situation for me. there is nothing wrong about asking administration to help with a situation where a student is making you uncomfortable. it might suck to tell them- i'm not promising it won't- but there is no shame in doing it.

thanks for supporting your friend and reaching out on her behalf.

[shadowsepiphany]

Giving in| myg.

Synopsis: it should be simple. He was your professor and you were his student. But literature taught you both, that passion was a sensation, that overwhelmed rational thinking. Passion was a feeling that was made for giving in.

pairing: teacher!yoongi x reader

genre: smut, romance

Rating: mature.

warnings: mature language and content, sexual content, former teacher! x student (both are consenting adults), dirty talk, use of the nickname princess, soft dom! yoongi

word count: 2,1k / m.list

Your fingertips are staining his keyboard as you  type your  words down, nonchalantly and quietly, as if your last breath was to linger on your blood wine lips soon, as if the tempo of your heart was going down like the words on the paper. His eyes were reflecting the moon that sat above you two as he looked at his laptop, lost in thoughts and finger between his lips. You shouldn't be here, knees kept together with pressure and gaze fixating him too long, his little grin telling you that in fact, he did notice your little act. You couldn't look away, not even if someone would force you to, if someone would grab your jaw and try to shift your eyes away, you would return them to him, with new anticipation. How couldn't you? His nostrils flaring simple and beautiful breaths, his lips parted and painted with the wine you shared. 

“You're making this really hard”

His Voice awakes you in an instant as you try to concentrate on your work again, failing as his gummy smile makes your heart flutter. His expression was dazzling, how he was able to lose himself in his work, like he was made for it. A purple light, created by leds that were led one balcony away from his, were creating an intense contrast to his usual hard surface, an enchanting view to be straining after him once more.

“Why? You are the one, refusing.” 

Your reminder sits deep in your throat and his eyebrow raises as you bite your lip, not trying to tempt him, but simply being nervous and falling into this old habit of yours. It wasn't easy, sitting here and trying to act like an adult, when you were driven by passion for this man, ever since you saw him for the first time in an old classroom in college. His low mumbling voice, intellectual yet distracting to the point where you were unable to recognize any sense behind his words, only his tone striking you and his high setted standards, everyone complaining about him being impossible to please, events, still lost in your memory, lingering in your head like the sun above the sky.

 Now, you were barely 22 and he still was a professional teacher, just not your teacher anymore. Facts that made your barrier crack in completely while his was obviously still up. He was careful with his actions and words but even more with his desires, but somewhere amidst his innocent act, he was tensed and anxiety driven, by your bare leg and your soft gaze, a man was all he was in the end and he could feel it with every second that passed.

“You were my student Y/N, after all. “

“So? I have been an adult since the day we met, Yoongi.”

You, using his name instead of addressing him with mr. min, sparked some sense of interest in him and strong discontent at your behaviour at the same time, eyebrows knitted and shoulders rolled back, an hostile glare sending warnings through your body. He didn't know what he expected when he invited you, trying to teach you some things about literature when in reality, you resembled every page of literature he has ever read. So, even though he did not know what he expected, he knew what he dreamt of and the image of you crying out his name until sunrise was flooding his brain, no matter how hard he was trying to shut it off.

His urge to sleep with you wasn't exactly what caused the concern to be mirrored in his expression, mouth drawn back and his moral pained face was now near your own, it was rather how he wanted it to be: love, beautiful, sensational and slow, almost like a teenage girls dream and it almost caused him to sink to the woodend ground.

He watched, as you bit your lip, the white mark your teeth left on your lower lip disappearing in a second, making him wish that they were his, instead of your own. Your hand was resting on your skin, underneath the dress you wore, he salivated your figure whole and felt his pants tightening with every second your eyes were fixated on his hands. He could almost hear your thoughts and he was horrified, sour by how easy he could get you so worked up. 

“You know what? Fuck it.” he mumbles and your eyes spark up, suddenly feeling almost overwhelmed by his stern expression, shamelessly gazing at you, like you overstepped boundaries never to be crossed.

He wanted to devour you and give your body what it needs, fulfill your dreams and desires until you melted in his touch. Feeling like that made him mad. So mad, he didn't kiss you the way he wanted you to, he damned you for his concealed feelings and you had no idea of his inner fight when you kissed him back, satisfaction filling up your body, despite a sense of stern anger filling up his.

“What do you want, princess? Tell me-” 

He kissed you down your neck, goosebumps shaking up your whole being as his hand wandered down your leg, your core tingling rather uncomfortably as the passion you felt made your heart almost jump out of your chest. You tried to keep your calm, even as his tongue licked slowly over a deep red spot he caused. Your breath hitched and his hand stopped, just underneath your blue dress, sitting there waiting, just like his eyes, lips parted and eyes sly, patience thinning with every breath.

“Won't you speak? I need consent darling.” 

You felt like you were in a shakespeare play, your nod and quiet permission causing the tragedy to happen like a butterfly effect, you didn't know at the time, but you were bound to find out as his hand finally proceeds to play with your underwear, the rest of yoongi's Body being motionless, enjoying every sensation he could hear escaping from your now dark red lips. Wine on the lips you kissed, instead of the usual beer on guys, reminded you how Yoongi was different from the rest and he didn't shy away from showing you exactly that, as he grabs you, suddenly just going inside and closing the balcony door, smoothly with one hand and throwing you on his bed with the other. 

“Up.” he said, his eyes on the skirt of your dress and you understood immediately as you obeyed. Your cheeks were a flushed red and your skin was glowing under the full moon shining through his balcony door. Your expression was shy, obedient and Yoongi swore he could have just cum from you being so submissive for him, his bulge being so visible, it hurt. Humans can be so easy and every emotion that floods through him made him feel like some sort of animal, hands unable to rest, your body mischievous, dark eyes devouring every curve it showed.

“Where is your witty mouth now hm?-”

He lowered his head and before you could grasp what was happening, he was already licking your folds, leaving you gasping and moaning rather quietly, which he saw as an evil challenge. His velocity increases, you lose the ability to breath as his name was now lingering in the air, your first orgasm approaching, as your stomach hurt, pleasure never being so present in your life, like it was right now as he- just stopped.

His Face was now in front of you again, a shocked expression painting yours, a grin being displayed on his. His cheeks were flushed as you put your hand on it, lightly smacking him as his grin widened, piercing eyes and a cocked head shamelessly mocking you.

“Now now princess, let's not get violent, where are your manners?”

He grabbed your hand as you tried to smack him again, his grin now disappearing completely as he pinned both of them above your head, his pressure increasing with every motion you made, trying to get him off of you, without success.

You knew you were being bratty, but what you also knew was how turned on Yoongi got whenever you disobeyed him. You noticed it, on the first missed assignment where you were telling him that his teaching wasn't even good enough for the amount of assignments you got. His darkening eyes told you everything about this man that you needed to know and locked an ecstatic desire for your professor in your brain.

However, when his eyes darkened now, his body above yours and his hard on way too present, you feared that you crossed the line today. 

“There she is, the brat. Even though you're already suffering from loss of words, but that's alright. your body tells me everything baby.”

You clenched around nothing with every word he spoke, elegantly and haunting, his way of expressing of course above those of the general, as a determined literature teacher. He put his finger inside you, at first only his patient appearing fingertips as you let out a huff of frustration. 

“beg.”

“please-” you found your words again, your voice sounding as if someone else was controlling you, passion letting every part of your brain shut off. “please Yoongi, need you, please.” 

He shoved his finger inside you, filling you up and wasting no time in preparing you. He was a man of honor, wanting his partner to suffer from pleasure, but at the end of the day he was still a mess, a man impatiently waiting for his own relief, especially when he was being teased by your expressions and moans. 

“You think you can take it?”

His voice grew shakier, his cock throbbing as you eyed it and nodded. The moment itself was simple: two people having sex. But it was beautiful, the way he gazed at you with adoration and you looked back with admiration. Passion lingering in the air and moans escaping both of your wine tinted lips as he finally entered you, at first slowly, teasingly, as if him putting on a condom wasn't enough time wasted in your opinion. You needed him rough and deep and he noticed that, but he wasn't going to hurt you. He adored you too much for that.

As he increased his speed, finally giving in to his own needs, your gasping and grabbing only burned your image in his brain even more. He wanted you, not only now but forever, beside him when he woke up and underneath him before going to sleep, ultimately in each other's arms. He fought the urge way too long now, your private sessions with him teaching you literature only taught him that he was smart but a coward at the same time. He knew that you wanted him, the only thing he was scared of was you not wanting him like that. 

“Are you mine?” 

His speed was even faster now and his questions weren't left unanswered as you found out how to speak again. “Yes, I am.” you whispered as he sucked on your neck, like creating a proof of your own words, displayed on your skin for everyone else to see. 

“good girl.” he spoke against your neck, making you clench around him, his hot breath still tickling your spot as he returned his face in front of yours again. The position was intimate, his hair was falling in front of his face, sweat on his temple making him almost glitter, he portrayed a greek god. You wanted to kiss him again, as you felt your orgasm approaching and thankfully, he felt the exact same way.

He kissed you again, passionately and hard as both of you came, almost at the same time. It was too good to be true, as he pulled out of you, your eyes closing softly and his arm around your shoulders, pressing your body into collapsing into his own. 

Your heart was slowing down, as you felt Yoongi disappearing into the world of dreams, his heartbeat calming you down. You didn't speak a word to each other that night, but it wasn't needed. You told each other everything you had to say while living up both of your darkest fantasies. The only thing you were scared of was the sudden realization of what you did.

You didnt have sex with Yoongi.

You made love.

[q-gorgeous]

Reflection

fanfiction | ao3

first fic to ever be posted on ao3 woooOOoOOOoOOooOooOo

Mr. Lancer paused in his lecture to turn and face his classroom of students. His eyes traveled across the row of desks and landed on one in particular where a mop of black hair laid on the desk. 

“Ms. Fenton, class is not the time for sleeping. Please lift your head off of your desk.”

She grumbled and raised her head up, pushing long hair away from her face.

“Call me Danny.”

“Ms. Fenton, I try to maintain a professional relationship with my students-”

“This is high school, what’s professional about it?”

Lancer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose just as the bell rings. “Remember to read chapter four, everyone.”

Danny almost made it out the door before Lancer was calling for her. “Ms. Fenton.”

She groaned and turned back around to face him, eyebrows drawn down. 

He pulled out a detention slip and filled it out, handing it to her. “I’ll see you at three.”

“What?” She said, glaring at the paper in her hand. “You’re giving me detention for asking you to call me a different name?”

“No.” Lancer says. “For sleeping in class.”

She grumbled and began walking quickly towards the door. “Bet Dash wouldn’t get detention for sleeping in class.”

Mr. Lancer sat back down in his chair, eyebrows drawn down. He’d never given a second thought to Ms. Fenton’s request to be addressed as Danny. Some students had nicknames they preferred to go by, but he tried to maintain a professional relationship with his students, with no exceptions. 

He picked up the framed photo of himself from his desk and began to study it. His frown deepened and guilt began to worm it’s way into his stomach. 

Perhaps he should have more of an open mind. 

QQQQQ

Shuffling papers and organizing his desk for the day, Lancer started when he saw a student with short, spiky black hair walk in and take Ms. Fenton’s seat. The rest of the class filed in soon after and the final bell rung. 

“Okay class, today we will be going over chapter four of Animal Farm. Please take out your books and your notes.” 

All the students in the class shuffled except for one, who was doodling in a notebook instead. 

“Ms. Fenton-”

“Danny.”

Lancer paused, weighing his options before moving forward, lest he delay class.

“Danny, please take out your book and notes.”

Danny’s eyes widened and she looked up at Lancer, mouth moving like a fish for a moment. “I left it at home.’

“We have spare copies in the back of the classroom, go ahead and grab one and flip to chapter four.”

As class went by, Danny stared at her book as if in a daze. Soon enough, the bell was ringing and students were walking out to make their way to their next class. As Lancer pulled out the quizzes to hand back to his next class, he saw Danny walk up to his desk. 

“Uh, Mr. Lancer. I just wanted to… Thank you for calling me Danny today.”

Lancer smiled. “I thought about it and made the conclusion that sometimes exceptions can be made.”

Danny smiled back at him. “Okay. Yeah, just, thanks again. Bye.” She quickly walked out the door. 

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Lancer whistled as he walked out of the school towards his car. It was the weekend and he was looking forward to some relaxation as he graded the tests for his junior level mythology class. Today had been ghost free and he was hoping to make it home without incident. 

Just as he finished that thought, Lancer heard a crash and a cackle come from further into the parking lot. Craning his neck to see over the cars, he could see the green techno ghost and… Danny?

The techno ghost laughed again and electricity ran up and down its arms. Lancer dropped his briefcase and started hurrying quietly towards where the ghost was looking down at her. 

“Foolish child! You think you can defeat me? Technus?!” 

Mr. Lancer crouched behind a car when he heard Danny snort. “I’ve defeated you multiple times already.”

Lancer’s eyebrows drew down. What did that mean?

Technus cackled. “Ah but this time will be different! I have found the latest upgrades in the interwebs and will use them to my disposal!”

Lancer was stepping out from behind the car and was about to distract the ghost so Danny could get away when a flash of bright light startled him. A ring appeared around Danny’s waist and spread into two, traveling up and down her body. Left behind was… Phantom?

Phantom sprung into the air and punched Technus in the face, sending him crashing into the school. Lancer couldn’t do anything but watch the ghost boy pummel the other ghost into the wall. 

A mixture of surprise and happiness was flitting through Lancer. His suspicions confirmed in the unlikeliest way possible. 

Soon Technus was defeated and trapped in Phantom’s thermos. He watched as Phantom turned around, surveying the damage in the parking lot when he met Lancer’s eyes. His own eyes widened and he looked away before meeting Lancer’s gaze again. 

“Danny?” His eyes widened again and a panicked expression wormed its way into his face. He shook his head vigorously, hands motioning in a no pattern. 

“Danny, come on. Let’s go back to my classroom. I have something important to show you.”

Without looking to see if the boy followed him, Lancer walked back towards the school and through the halls and into his classroom. Turning around, he saw that Danny had followed but the panicked expression had not yet left his face. 

“Take a seat, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny’s eyes widened and he floated down into one of the chairs off to the side of Lancer’s desk and transformed back.

“How did you..?”

“I saw that ghost squaring you down and was making my way towards you when you transformed in the middle of the parking lot.”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I knew that would come back to bite me one day.”

Lancer nodded. “Now, what i wanted to show you was-”

“Wait! You can’t tell my parents! They can’t know!” 

Looking at Danny with wide eyes, Lancer let out an exclamation. “To kill a mockingbird, Danny! I couldn’t fathom outing you!”

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Danny, do you know what transgender means?”

Leaning back in his seat, Danny remained silent. Lancer reached forward and grabbed the picture sitting on his desk. 

“Danny, do you know who this is?”

He leaned forward and looked at the woman in the photo with long black hair. “Your sister?”

Lancer shook his head. “Nope, that was me when I was in college.”

Danny’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head with how wide they were. “That’s you?!”

He nodded. “This was just a month before I started transitioning.”

“You’re…” Danny looked up. “You’re trans?”

He nodded again. “I knew something was different throughout my adolescence but I never had the courage to take those first steps until I was in college.”

“Keeping this photo here though… Doesn’t it hurt?” Danny whispered.

“It used to.” Lancer said. “It used to make me angry that I had to work so hard to have my own identity. Now, it lets me reflect on the person I’ve become, who I wouldn’t be without the experiences I have.” “How do you know when you’re ready to come out?” Danny asked quietly.

“That’s hard to say. It’s up to the individual when they’re ready to start that part of their journey. The most important part is knowing whether or not you’ll be safe.”

“I think Jazz knows.” His brows furrowed. “About both things, somehow. She’s been being weird and supportive. My parents…” He sighed. “I’m sure they’d love me just the same whether I was a boy or a girl but being a ghost…”

He shook his head. “Please don’t tell them I’m Phantom. I’m not ready for that. I can’t-”

Lancer shook his head reassuringly. “That decision can only be made by you. But I can be here to give you any kind of support you need.”

Danny smiled at him. “Thanks Mr. Lancer.” He stood up. “I should get going now. Thanks for, uh, witnessing my secret identity I guess. See you on Monday.”

He waved to Lancer as he walked out the door. 

“Have a nice weekend, Mr. Fenton.”

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Some Thoughts about Sakusa Kiyoomi (headcanon's)

Hi I just found out how to use the keep reading function so I will no longer take up a feed with a long list of headcannon's. This also means I will be posting longer lists of headcannon's because I have no willpower. Also if y'all haven't noticed I do not proof read these. English is my first language, I just write these at like three in the morning.

- He actually likes that Atsumu calls him Omi, it was his idea actually. He doesn't like the fact that his name is usually associated with woman so he prefers people call him Sakusa, but Atsumu wanted to call him something that was more personal than his family name, thus Omi was born (I can't believe I started this with lowkey SakuAtsu oops)

- His tells people his favorite color is red because it was the first color he thought of but really his favorite color is brown and he just got tiered of arguing with people that "it's actually a really nice color ad has a lot of variety in it" (yes I am projecting)

- He once decided to jump off a second story window of a house and into a pool at a random party in high school. It was his first and last party he went to. He jumped out completely sober because the 'small get together' Komori had dragged him to had more and more people showing up every minutes and it was the only way he could get out of the crowd. He got invited to every party after that but he never showed.

- He decided to go to college because he was scared of not being able to make it professionally. IT wasn't until he saw Kageyama and Ushijima making it professionally with the Adlers that he regretted his decision. He stuck it to the end though because he had already started it.

- He got his degree in communications, specifically in sports broadcast and journalism so that he can stay as close to the volleyball scene as possible once he retires from playing.

- He convinces Atsumu to get a degree via online college so that he has a career to fall back on that isn't making food with his brother. Because of this he becomes a tutor for Atsumu and helps him get a degree in education services.

- When he retires he gets hired by the v-league media team and works closely with the athletes documenting their lives for the various media platforms.

- He convinced Komori to shave his eyebrows into circles as a dare in high school. Komori liked it so he kept doing it no knowing or caring that it would permanently effect his eyebrow hair growth. Kiyoomi hates his cousins eyebrows but he has no one but himself to blame.

- Kiyoomi thought he preferred Atsumu with his natural dark hair, but when he let it grow out naturally after shaving it for a charity event Kiyoomi mistook him for Osamu when Atsumu went in for a kiss and decked him in the face. He no longer prefers Atsumu with his natural hair color.

- His entire house is fitted with different forms of LED smart lights. He has lights connected to his TV, lights in multiple lamps, LED shower lights, a light in his toilet bow, just LED lights everywhere. No one has seen him in normal colored or overhead lighting in his home. Except for Atsumu and Komori who helped him install every light.

- He has a bookshelf that covers an entire wall filled with collectors editions of classics. he hasn't read over half the books in his collection though, but everyone thinks he is super smart because of the fact he owns them

- When he was at the Olympics, he ended up using thigh high knee pads. He used them all during the practice seasons leading up to the Olympics, so he was used to them, but the media was not. Japanese volley ball fans went crazy at the change convinced it was going to make them loose. It wasn't until the won three different games in straight sets that the media finally shut up about his knee pads.

- He watches a lot of foreign media (an no I don't just mean he watches Japanese and American shows, I mean a diverse selection of media from different random countries, yes this is me projecting again shut up) and it always confuses his teammates when they see him watching something in a language none of them understand. The most confusing this to them was a Spanish soap opera. Everyone tried to get Hinata to translate it, but he had a hard time explain that he knew only a little Spanish and that the language of Brazil was Portuguese not Spanish. Kiyoomi finally turned and let them watch over his shoulders so that they could read the subtitles too. It became tradition to go over to someone's house and watch soap operas after that.

- He actually becomes good friends with Tobio during the Olympics and keeps in touch with him afterwards. No one but Atsumu and Hinata knows what they have in common, and no one would believe them if they told the that they both collect stuffed animals

- He had his sexual awakening at college when he accidentally walked in on two guys making out in a classroom. There was no weird moment, he just saw them and was like "wait a minute that's what I want to do" and he just was.

- Everyone thinks he's gay when he starts dating Atsumu but he addresses the public and comes out as demi. He doesn't tell the public that the only other relationship he had was with a woman.

- He and Atsumu come up with pet names for each other making fun of common pet names. Kiyoomi calls Atsumu candy cake (sweetie pie) and Atsumu calls Kiyoomi bee vomit (honey).

- He never wears the color green after high school and no one knows why. Everyone thinks there is some large conspiracy behind it. The reality is that he just doesn't think it looks good on him.

- He loves having his hair played with by any and everyone who is willing to play with his hair. His touch aversion makes everyone think he wouldn't like it but eventually it becomes common practice amongst the Jackals and the JNT to play with his hair whenever they're stresses.

- He hates the shoes they have to wear to games for MSBY games and makes it a priority to put them on the last possible second he can and take them off the first moment he can. He can commonly be seen walking off of the court after games carrying his shoes with his socks sliding on the floor as he walks. He has tripped many ties and has no plan of stopping.

-He made a cameo in a show and promptly got caught in a scandal with the lead actress of the show where everyone thought they were cheating in their partners with each other. It gets shut down quickly when, at a press conference after a game, a journalist asks him about it and he reaches over and grabs Atsumu's face and kisses him as loudly as he could. No one asks him or her anything about it again.

- He likes wearing fun and bright clothes that would make him stand out especially since he's a star athlete and very tall, but because no one expects him to wear a bright red pair of overalls with a checkers black and white button up underneath everyone thinks he's just an eccentrically dressed lookalike.