#like if i could teach an not worry about curriculum an admin an just all the expections put on teachers nowadays....thatd be great

[notenoughmuses]

Had one of those long hard days where you go to lay down ro go to bed and just start crying.

Under cut for ramby post no one prob cares about

It's only the second week of school. 8/9 days in. I'm not even solo teaching yet. I think it's partly stress of being in college for a decade and just doing school an part time retail job and knowing I'll be an educator full time eventually and have somehow less free time then school and work. Plus I want to be a mom someday so add in stigma of 1-2 year teachers being pregnant....and partly stress from probably dehydration cuz I'm so tired it's caffine of all kinds and not being used to this level of mental exhaustion. (Deli/barista vs teaching 😭😬) plus with another school incident in this country...it doesn't help my already shitty mental health about dying and having existential crisis at night about dying. Went from late last year into this year having those 1-2 times bi weekly to monthly and haven't had one in almost 4 months. R.I.P. my mental health today guys.

14 more weeks to go!

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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[cordria]

hey cori! we were talking about your fics in a chat today and i thought i’ll check up on you. hows the family? i love the quilt you made btw!!

Decent. Life goes on.

And the quilt turned out awesome. I'll have to snag a picture of it. I ended up filling it with down from an old comforter I bought at a second-hand store and using a fish-sheet for the back. I use a fish-scale quilting pattern to hold the down in place.

Hubby, who had originally thought it a big unnecessary, loved it so much we now have matching cushions (made from an old memory foam mattress pad that we cut up) and curtains for the fish house. It looks nice. :)

Longer version:

- Two kids are running around crazily and making life busy. Oldest is struggling in school because she's gifted / possibly autistic and the rural school she attends doesn't have an appropriate program for her (ie: high academic rigor and lots of social/emotional skills). Trying to get her into a different school for next year, but I'd have to open-enroll and that school closed open-enrollment for COVID reasons and it's not going well, and I'm not sure how we'd get her there every day anyways because the bus doesn't run to our house. Younger started preschool a few months ago, but the school keeps getting closed due to an outbreak of COVID they can't seem to get under control because you can't mask 2-3 year olds safely, so we're struggling with child care for him, and worries about him bringing the virus home to my husband, who is medically unable to be vaccinated.

- Work sucks. I teach at a middle school and it just sucks. Lotsa reasons that have been rehashed endlessly. Basically boils down to staff not being all on the same page, everyone being tired and frustrated, and nobody knowing how to properly support this many kids struggling with social and emotional issues at once. AND I can't take days off without getting side-eyed by admin because we have like two subs for our whole district, so bye-bye mental health. Had a panic attack yesterday while subbing for gym class - that was fun. It's like my twentieth this school year. (I'd go back on meds for it, but coming off the meds sucks more than the panic attacks do.) Doesn't help that my principal has checked out completely and is dealing with lots of personal issues and a school board that hates him.

- I made the good/bad decision to go back to college to get a degree in instructional coaching and curriculum design. I'm like 75% done, but it's eating every spare moment of my life because I'm pushing to be done in 15 months (one school year and two summers). But I got a seriously good grant, due to how little money my family made in 20-21, and couldn't pass up the opportunity. That, and I could switch from public school teaching to a private multi-district entity in a few towns away that coordinates curriculum, or do something through the local college as a professor... which sounds less stressful. (I also want to do more with writing, and would love the ability to drop to part-time and pick up freelance writing - this degree opens that option.)

- There's still a foot of snow on the ground and I'm ready for spring. Welcome to mud season in Minnesota.

- I teach a traditional ecological unit in association with the reservation a dozen miles from the school (ie: how to coordinate with Native Americans to use ancient mythology to inform ecological decisions of today), and I'm currently being sued for violation of the establishment clause in the 1st amendment (church and state are separate). District lawyer says the lawsuit is an utter waste of paper and won't go anywhere - much like the people that sued the school board for a million dollars in emotional damage to their children for the mask mandate - but it's an added stress I don't need.

- We made precisely $724 too much last year and will lose a lot of our government benefits when our paperwork goes through, unless minimums are raised for those benefits. That $724 will cost us thousands. We spent hours staring at our taxes trying to figure out how to fix it without doing something illegal and failed, so we're just crossing our fingers that since cost of living is spiking the benefit limits will go up too. So there's another added stress I don't need right now.

- On the positive side, I get a week off for spring break this week. :) And I'm starting to plan out my garden, which is exciting. Nine more weeks of hell and I get summer!!

[steve-rogers-ruined-men-for-me]

Teach Me

Summary: Bucky’s worried about you overworking yourself at your teaching job. 

Warnings: some swearing, cute couple shit

Words: 2014k

A/N: this is my first full fic! I’ve really missed writing just for fun and I have a few more fic ideas and hc ideas in the works! please please please comment and let me know what you think! 

No matter what, you always came to bed when Bucky did. Sometimes you stayed up on your phone or reading but you always at least sat on the bed with him. He knew that you had a big week coming up, with your principal coming to observe you, midterms drawing closer, and your students struggling with the new curriculum the district was imposing. 

You were a high school English teacher and Bucky had met you when your school had put on an assembly about the history of the Avengers. He had noticed you in the back of the auditorium, wearing a soft blue dress and encouraging your students to ask him questions about his prosthetic. He shyly asked Tony to see if he could contact the school later and get your number. He had rolled his eyes at him and had walked up to you and asked in plain English, “The Manchurian Candidate over there wants to take you to dinner. If I set up the reservation and promise to make him show up, will you go?” Your jaw had dropped and you had numbly agreed. James Buchanan Barnes wanted to go on a date with you? Despite your doubts regarding the reality of the situation, you showed up outside the quiet Italian restaurant and the rest was history.

Bucky smiled at the memory of you dressed in a red silk jumpsuit with your hair braided back. You looked like a modern version of the girls he flirted with during the forties. Only, back then, he had been wondering how to get up their skirts but now he was more concerned with taking his time getting the jumpsuit off your gorgeous body. He felt a twitch between his legs and, smirking, shook the feeling off. He padded down to the kitchen, thinking you had gotten hungry. When that search yielded no you, he wandered through the rest of the downstairs. He noted that your car hadn’t left the driveway and checked the calendar on the fridge to see if he had the opening shift at the mechanic’s tomorrow (he mercifully did not). But he took note of how small your writing was on your to-do list for Monday. 

Feeling a pang in his chest, he remembered how he had begged you to let him have your full attention on Friday and Saturday.  While you’d reveled in your domestic bliss, by noon on Sunday, you had been buried in your office with your laptop, surrounded by books, papers, and highlighters. Smiling to himself, he realized where you were. He headed up to the attic loft, converted into your office. The walls were a soft gray and the couch the two of you had bought for your tiny first apartment was squeezed against one wall. 

Bucky’s heart tightened as he saw you sprawled on the couch, wrapped in one of his massive flannels. Your desk light was on and the desk was messier than he’d ever seen it. Your blinking phone alerted him to the fact that you’d set an alarm for midnight, but had been so tired you’d slept through it, a given considering you were working yourself to the bone and it was two a.m. Afraid to ruin your organizational system on your desk, he returned the pens and highlighters to the little decorative cups you kept them in, saved every file you had open on your laptop before closing it, and pushed the papers in imminent danger of falling onto the floor farther back on the desk. 

Content that he had lessened the burden of cleaning you’d have to do tomorrow, he crouched next to the couch. Gently smoothing a stray hair out of your face, he whispered, “baby...come on, get up, let’s go to bed.” You opened your eyes slowly and then jerked upright, sending your phone flying and Bucky scrambling backwards. 

“What time is it!” you cried, frantic. You ran towards your desk, frantically pinging your phone from your Apple Watch. Your clock on your desk blinked back 2:05 a.m. at you. Bucky picked up your incessantly beeping phone and handed it to you as you slumped in your desk chair, head in your hands. 

“I just wanted to get this stupid assessment plan done,” you whispered. You hugged his flannel tight around you as tears started to fall. Bucky turned your swivel chair so you were facing him as he knelt in between your legs. You dropped your upper body and rested your forehead on his shoulder as you sobbed. The weight of turning in grades, making assignments, checking in with your students to make sure they were doing okay, it was weighing on you. Bucky had noticed you sleeping less and drinking more coffee but hadn’t truly realized the toll it was taking on you. Kicking himself for making you spend time with him instead of alleviating your burdens at work, he pulled you out of the chair to sit between his legs, curling you into him and rocking gently. After a few minutes, you tilted your chin up and scooched back. Sitting criss cross between his legs, you cupped your chin and closed your eyes.

“I don’t know what to do, Buck,” you said sadly. You tugged on a loose button on your sleeve, looking like a lost puppy. Bucky knew how much you adored teaching and how much you loved your students. You were always baking treats for them when they did well on exams, buying bagels so that they could eat breakfast, and extending deadlines for the kids who worked. He knew that the American school system had changed since the 1940s and when you had shown him what you had to teach in a week and just how much time and energy went into lesson planning, he almost formed his own teachers union to advocate for you. 

When he found out your dismal salary, he had to take a walk. He spent an hour with Tony railing against your pay and the administrators who punished you for the test scores of students that you had no control over. Tony sat him down after an hour of not being able to get a word in edgewise and finally pledged to harass the local school boards (and the Board of Education if they would call him back) about raising teacher salaries. Bucky had walked home to you pouring over birthday cards your sixth period juniors had given you because they’d gotten a tip that it was your birthday. (Peter helped Bucky hack your Google Classroom). He felt a wave of pride come over him as he looked at you, his selfless girl, thrilled that she was having an impact on the kids she loved the most. You getting so down on yourself broke his heart. 

“What’s wrong with your assessment plan?” he asked, intertwining your hands with his. You looked up angrily. “What ISN’T wrong with it is a better question!” you cried. “The district made the test up and it’s on a fucking scantron because what fucking isn’t these days and it’s not taking into account the fact that school is not the main focus for so many of these kids that have to fucking work and help support their siblings and all they are is numbers on a fucking piece of paper that tells you nothing about the effectiveness of my teaching or the district’s ability to educate them as a whole!” Bucky blinked rapidly as you huffed. You didn’t get angry very often, but when you did and you started to monologue, he understood why you received a distinction with your English degree. 

“Baby,” he started gently, “can I ask you something you may not like?” He knew that you were a planner and that the odds were you were beating yourself up about a task that had taken your coworkers thirty minutes to do. You always wanted to do right by your kids but if you didn’t start sleeping and taking care of yourself, you were useless to everyone, including yourself. You looked up at Bucky through teary eyes.

“Are you going to ask me if the plan’s done and I’m just being picky?” you asked in a small voice. Bucky stood up, taking you with him. He pressed your frame against him, putting your arms over his shoulders and resting his hands on your waist. He stayed to sway slightly, trying to lull you back to sleep and to try to help quiet your mind. “I wouldn’t say picky I just...look. I’m being selfish. I want you to come to bed with me. I want you to play with my hair and whisper that you love me when you think I’m out cold asleep,” he gushed, noting the slight blush that crept up your cheeks. “You are incredible. Your admin are literally fucking stupid, doll. Nothing you do will change that. You are trying your best and if you think that your kids won’t benefit from the 12 different plans you’ve cooked up, then you’re crazy. Your kids don’t need a version 13, baby. They need you whole, in one piece, and ready to fight for them if they need.” He kissed your forehead, trying to ease your creased brow. Giving in to his ministrations, you sighed. You thought about how this plan should’ve probably only taken an hour. But then you rewrote the plan for the week based off of if your kids took a lot of time on the test, a little time, got anxious during it, caught on fire during it, committed larceny during the test and you had to contact the police. You knew it was overkill but you also knew that budget cuts were coming, contracts were up at the end of this year, and you and Bucky were saving to buy a house instead of living in a condo forever. 

“Buck?” you whispered. He lifted his chin off your head and looked down.

“Yeah, doll?” 

You felt the exhaustion settle into you all at once. “Can we go to bed?” 

Picking you up and putting you in a fireman’s carry, Bucky held you the whole way down to your bedroom. He pulled out a shirt of his for you to sleep in while you brushed your teeth and rinsed off in the shower. He walked in right as you were towelling off and he slipped it over your head with ease. He offered to blow dry your hair but you declined, favoring slipping into a warm sleep with him. He cuddled you close, forgoing asking you to play with his hair in favor of trying to hug all the pride he felt about you into your body via osmosis. Your head was resting soft on his chest, one arm curled protectively around his torso. His metal arm was tucked up and around your shoulders, keeping you comfortable. His flesh hand caressed your arm around him to remind you that he would always be there for you. He loved you more than anything. As your breathing evened and his hand on your side rose in gentle time with your breath, he decided that he was going to call Tony tomorrow. He knew a few people who owed him from his time as the Winter Soldier and if they didn’t want their dirty laundry exposed, dammit he was going to make someone in the district fix the stupid test until it worked how you wanted it to work. He hugged you closer to him, giving you one final squeeze before he started drifting off to sleep. He slipped into a dream where he was a professor and you a naughty schoolgirl and he had just convinced you to bend over to pick something up behind his desk when...a loud snore from you jolted him back to the reality of his exhausted teacher girlfriend wearing his baggy shirt, with hair going every which way. There was no plaid skirt here. Only love and admiration. Bucky kissed your temple and willed sleep to come again. 

[mrsmaddiebobaddie]

MCYT High School Teacher AU

I don’t know if this has already been done but with student teaching on the brain this was invading my subconscious.

Phil: Principal

The most chill admin you’d ever find (He kind of has to be with the staff at the school)

Will let most things slide if you ask nicely

Has a quiet space in his office for students to take a moment to calm down after acting out. He’ll offer them candy and talk through the situation with them. 

Started out as a counselor at the school, so he still holds a similar mentality when it come to talking with students and staff. 

Always takes the side of his staff. The district is usually in the wrong anyway.

He knows the teachers are the experts, screw whatever requirements the state has, he lets them run their classrooms whichever way is best for the students’ learning

Technoblade:  Literature & Composition

One of the most engaging teachers at the school

Most students love him because he’s real and he’ll tell it like it is. 

Has a coffee machine in his room. It’s rare that he’s not holding a mug in his hand while he teaches

Has high expectations for his students

Rarely gets angry. Even when he’s upset he still comes across as calm.

Usually stays at the school late making sure to give the best possible feedback on papers and reports. He genuinely wants each kid to learn something from his class.

Tommy: Speech and Debate

It’s only his second year of teaching

The students would run the classroom if not for Tommy basically being a student himself

There’s a strong chance his class will be off topic at any given point. It’s always an adventure walking past his door, you never know what you’ll hear

Somehow still gets high scores on average from his students

Keeps students after class when he notices them struggling with school or life in general to talk with them. The conversations are always beneficial.

Will 100% fall asleep during professional development meetings.

Karl: Biology

Tries to act hip, fails most of the time.

Always has the most energy in his lessons, finds unique ways to teach the concepts other than slides and worksheets.

Usually the first one in the building each morning

Will give students different options for final projects so they can chose the best method of showing their evidence of learning. 

Gets lower scores than he should on observations because he doesn’t do well under the pressure. One year Phil didn’t announce when he’d be coming in and watched from the door to give a more accurate review. 

Wears a sweatshirt to class more often than he should

Quackity: Spanish 

Hands on learning whenever possible

Uses the home ec. room to make authentic Mexican dishes with his students when they cover the food and restaurant unit

Will just forget that the kids don’t speak Spanish fluently and ramble on until someone interrupts him.

Slow grader, you get your scores when you get them.

Known to be a bit chaotic with his teaching style, it works for some kids but he does need to reteach certain sections every now and then

One time a kid feel asleep in his class so he had all the other students leave and they had class outside to freak the kid out (They were right outside the classroom window, he could still see the sleeper, he told Phil)

Skeppy: Algebra

Like’s his job, pretty much your average teacher

Can’t stand freshmen, but tolerates them since that’s half the students he has. He prefers teaching advanced algebra to upper classmen

His lessons are always formatted the same, starting with a lesson on how to do that days math, with the remainder of the period being free work time

Holds math challenges with his class and gives out prizes. It’s usually candy, though one time he gave out cash. He made his kids promise not to say a word about it. 

Very good at teaching the same math concepts in different ways to help struggling learners

Always one minute away from being late for first period, but makes it just in time every morning.

Dream: Health/Football and Assistant Basketball Coach

Took the teaching job mainly to coach sports

Still cares about making connections with his students, he uses his class to teach life skills and promote positive social and mental health.

If any of his players are in his class he will pick on them. He has no mercy.

Dreads sex education because no one can be mature about it. He gets revenge by making the students film a “how to say no to sex” video with someone in the class.

His wheeze laugh is iconic. You can hear it from down the hall.

If you meet with him and are honest when you’re struggling, he’ll work with you to pass his class. He isn’t going to ruin your GPA over a project on the negative effects of smoking.

Wilbur: History & Geography/Theater 

The teacher who sits on his desk when he lectures

Is very sarcastic with his students, but knows who can take the teasing and makes sure not to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Prefers class discussion over solo work time, he likes hearing student’s perspectives and ideas.

Turtlenecks

One of the teachers most likely to be the crush of teenage girls. 

Not afraid to mark you down for sloppy work. You use a black ink pen and draw precise lines when turning in maps and graphs or you redo it.

Speaks in musical references 

George: Physics

The chillest teacher by far

Due dates? Don’t worry, he’ll accept an assignment literally months after it was supposed to be turned in

Makes difficult topics seems simple when he describes them

He doesn’t really care if you have your phone out in class as long as you’re paying attention and learning the material

The students straight up call him George, he doesn’t seem to care

Placing near the top for the most crushed on teacher

King of multiple choice questions

Eret: Economics & Government

Makes any student in his class feel welcome

One of few teachers who can lecture the entire period without students falling asleep. He always has interesting stories

Let’s kids chose where they sit

Freshmen are always caught off guard by his voice when they hear him for the first time

Spends too much of his own money on supplies for his students and classroom (Honestly most teachers have to spend their own money on necessary supplies, he just goes about and beyond.)

There’s always a group of students who eat lunch in his classroom 

The Union Rep at their school, will fight tooth and nail for the staff members

Tubbo: Band Director

Super cheerful whenever he’s teaching

He rarely has any free time before or after school because he has so many one-on-one lessons and meetings with students

Likes to have practice outside when the weather is nice

Does his best to make his students feel comfortable and relaxed whenever he does performance based assessments. 

He’s also a new teacher, but you honestly wouldn’t be able to tell

He will be in tik toks if you ask him to, and he’s familiar with all the pop culture trends

Let’s the students chose a song to play at the last band concert. Some years have been less chaotic than others, the worst (or best, depending on who you ask) being when the students voted to play Deja Vu from Initial D.

Fundy: Computer Science/Coding 

Begins each class with a cheesy computer joke. Every class.

Everyone knows you can’t get anything past him technology wise. He can see that headphone in your ear from across the room.

Isn’t afraid to assign extra work when students are disrupting class

Once took up an entire class period showing his students how he coded different difficulties in Minecraft. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he plays the game in his spare time. 

About half the students in his class aren’t really interested in computers, they just want to have him as a teacher since everyone says he’s cool.

Known to hack school computers to bypass restrictions

Sucker for pizza parties. Has at least one per semester  

Sapnap: PE/Basketball Coach

Hella competitive 

Abuses his power of having a whistle. Someone should really take it away from him

Gyms shorts every day. Even in the winter. Sometimes he wears sweats, but never jeans.

Doesn’t let anyone sit out of activities

Tries to set up fun tournaments for each activity they do, makes sure to balance the teams so no one has too much of an upper hand.

He’s usually the teacher who mans detention, he tries to make it as positive as it can be though.

Keeps extra sets of gym clothes to give to students who forgot or can’t afford to buy them

Schlatt: Calculus and Stats/Business  

You either love him or are terrified of him

One of the only teachers who can have an “aggressive” teaching style and still connect with students

You will learn something from his class, he makes sure of it. 

Doesn’t accept late work unless you have a really good reason why you couldn’t turn it in

Wears a tie every day

If another teacher needs a last minute sub during his prep period he’ll cover them. Doesn’t matter what subject, he can wing it

He was the reason the school started offering business studies as an elective due to some vague threats towards the district

Niki: Art/German

Teaching voice is so soft

You can’t tell whether or not she’s giving you constructive criticism because everything she says sounds so positive 

Let’s her students lead learning for the most part, she will cover topics that most interest them while still trying to hit the district required standards (luckily teaching electives gives her a bit more freedom with her curriculum)

Her classroom always smells lovely

Will bring in homemade goodies each Friday for the staff room

Holds art galleries at the end of each semester to show off the arts since they often go unappreciated. It has turned out to be a super popular event for students and staff.

Bad: Special Education

This man has endless patience. It’s crazy

Even after the longest days when none of the students are cooperating, he still has a smile on his face

If he hears cursing in the halls he will call you out in front of everyone. Teachers included. 

Makes sure to keep a list of all his students favorites so he can surprise them with gifts on their birthdays or around holidays

He works closely with the other teachers to make sure his kids can be as involved in general education as possible.

Always wears something fun, be it a tie, socks, shirt, or even a full outfit. His students love seeing what new wacky garment he’ll be wearing that day. 

More Head Cannons

If someone brings food for the staff room Tommy WILL take it. Sometimes he’ll come back for seconds, there will be none left by the end of the day. He’s not as bad as Skeppy though, who will literally pack it up to take home for later.

For the past few months the staff members have been receiving anonymous email chains with photoshopped pictures of each other. Everyone was sure Fundy was behind it, Eret thought he saw him teaching his students how to use the program by editing their favorite teachers into stupid situations (they’ve all been school appropriate of course). Fundy did in fact start it, but now so many other teachers have joined in that it can’t be traced back to one person anymore.

All the teachers love going to sporting events. They’ll join in with the student section to cheer on the teams. If they know there’s a kid who doesn’t have family that will come to watch them they’ll make shirts with that players number to show support for them.

Wilbur, Niki, and Tubbo work together on musicals. Niki does the sets and costuming, Wilbur directs, and Tubbo leads the pit. There are plenty of long nights during tech week that devolve into chaos (especially when Niki isn’t there)

Spirit week is very intense, to say the least. The teachers are assigned a grade to be advisors to, and they get into it. For the duration of the week they practically become rivals with whoever isn’t in their assigned grade. They’ll pull pranks on each other constantly, especially when the students can see. It’s all playful of course, but it gets the kids more excited about spirit week when they can support their teachers and watch the amicable rivalries carry out.

Technoblade once joked that he knew every detail about every classic novel. His students took this as a challenge, and tried to find the most obscure and specific trivia questions they could ask him. He has yet to be stumped.

Dream and Sapnap had a running streak of about four weeks where they made everything into a competition. Who could enter their grades into the computer fastest? How many cups of coffee did they drink that day? Who got to school first that morning? There was a tally board in the staff room and the teachers had a betting pool going. Phil finally ended it when they accidently broke the school’s copier trying to see who could scan the most documents in five minutes. Dream was ahead by three points, Sapnap never lived it down.

In service days are incredibly boring, so the staff tries to make those days a bit more entertaining. They order in pizza or sandwiches for lunch. Since there aren’t any kids in the school they’ll do everything they’re no supposed to, like racing office chairs down the hallways and blasting non-school-appropriate music in their classrooms.

Wilbur accidentally started a black market of sorts when he took all the new whiteboard pens from the supply closest. He used this to his advantage, getting people to do him favors in return for the good supplies. When Dream found out he not-so-jokingly threatened to slowly steal everything from Wilbur’s classroom until he released the pens. The next day the closet was replenished once more

Quackity and Tommy are co-emcees for the school assemblies. They hold class competitions between the grades, including spirit chants and ridiculous games. Think minute to win it style, but way crazier. Everyone gets super into it, the upperclassmen usually win. The two have good chemistry and a fun energy.

George has a unit where students make bottle rockets and launch them outside on the soccer field. And every year Karl brings his class out to watch claiming that “it’s science, I teach science, I’ll have them write a paragraph about what they learned”. Really he just wants to watch rockets go brrr

For Schlatt’s birthday one year, Wilbur and Techno printed off shirts with his face on it for all the staff to wear. Schlatt was super confused when he came into work and all his colleagues were walking around with his face plastered across their chest. He got back at Wilbur for it by putting salt in his coffee for a week straight, but Techno never got his comeuppance. It’s debatable whether Schlatt just didn’t know he was in on it, or if he knew better than to mess with Techno.

Lesson planning and curriculum building is quite the process. Some departments can stay on task better than others. Schlatt and Skeppy get in, plan out the term, and get out. The math department has everything on lock. Social studies are also pretty good at getting pre-planning done. They tend to spend most of their time having discussions that aren’t necessarily related to the tasks at hand though. The English department is a mess. It’s really Tommy who’s a mess, he just projects that onto everyone else. Karl and George work well together to map out science curriculum. Even though teachers who teach electives aren’t required to collaborate with each other, they still get together and bounce ideas off each other and get feedback.

I have plenty more if people want a second part. I also only listed the MCYTs that I’ve watched enough to know their personalities at least a little bit, but if you wanted to see another person I may expand the staff list!

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Book Review

The Fall of the Faculty: The Rise of the All-Administrative University and Why It Matters. By Benjamin Ginsberg. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2011.

Rating: 2.5/5 stars

Genre: nonfiction

Part of a Series? No.

Summary: The Fall of the Faculty examines the fallout of rampant administrative blight that now plagues the nation's universities. In the past decade, universities have added layers of administrators and staffers to their payrolls every year even while laying off full-time faculty in increasing numbers--ostensibly because of budget cuts. In a further irony, many of the newly minted--and non-academic--administrators are career managers who downplay the importance of teaching and research, as evidenced by their tireless advocacy for a banal "life skills" curriculum. Consequently, students are denied a more enriching educational experience--one defined by intellectual rigor. Ginsberg also reveals how the legitimate grievances of minority groups and liberal activists, which were traditionally championed by faculty members, have, in the hands of administrators, been reduced to chess pieces in a game of power politics. By embracing initiatives such as affirmative action, the administration gained favor with these groups and legitimized a thinly cloaked gambit to bolster their power over the faculty.

***Full review under the cut.***

Content/Trigger Warnings: references to sexism and racism

Since this book is non-fiction (and thus, has no plot or characters), this review will be structured a little differently than usual.

I first became aware of this book when I saw it quoted in David Graeber’s Bullshit Jobs, and being an ex-academic myself, I had a personal interest in the subject matter. Despite being published in 2011, The Fall of the Faculty is shockingly still relevant, mainly because the trends in higher education that have led to increased administrative positions and fewer teaching jobs have continued to the present day. But while I found this book valuable, there were some drawbacks that led to me giving it 3 stars instead of 4 or 5.

For one, Ginsberg writes with a tone that I think damages his credibility. Part of me relished in his anger - I loved seeing him call administrators unqualified or incompetent or all sorts of things that reflected my personal feelings and experiences with university administrators. However, I worry that this tone can come across as biased to readers who may not have as much of a stake. Ginsberg seems to be preaching to the choir, speaking primarily to other teachers who feel the same way as he does. I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, but I do wish he had given the impression of being more objective.

Second, I wish Ginsberg had relied more on anecdotes outside the realm of his own experience. This book doesn’t lack for data; it cites useful studies and includes horror stories to support Ginsberg’s main points, but it also contains a lot of generalizations or basic descriptions. That’s not always bad, as sometimes, peoples’ jobs are at risk or a more detailed picture isn’t required, but I personally wanted to see more detailed evidence and analysis to support his conclusions. When Ginsberg needed more detail, it seems like he relied almost exclusively on his own experience, and while I don’t doubt that Ginsberg has valuable insight, I do wish his personal experience was less the star of the show and more of a voice among many. I would have liked to see something more in the style of Graeber’s methodology: gathering anonymous stories and tracing patterns across multiple first-hand accounts, making caveats when appropriate and using more formal studies to explain the trends. I understand that such a process would be difficult, given that many may be reluctant to talk, but I think quoting more from other educators (and even administrative staff) would have gone a long way.

Third, there are some parts of this book that are a little cringey, to say the least, and may put some progressive readers off. For example, Ginsberg complains about “multicultural” or “diversity” programs receiving lots of administrative support despite having fewer students. Buried in this complaint is the point that some of these smaller “diversity” programs are used as a shield against administrative criticism - a point that is absolutely worth exploring. However, I do think that complaining too much about African American or gender studies receiving unfair support comes across as dismissive or discrediting, regardless of intent. Ginsberg also states that administrative pressure for departments to hire more diverse faculty is useless because either A.) there just aren’t (m)any women or POC in some fields to hire, or B.) some fields, such as the humanities, are already doing so successfully. While there’s a kernel of truth in those statements, Ginsberg doesn’t address the fact that A.) less women and POC earn advanced degrees because of institutional discrimination, hostile learning or work environments, etc., and B.) just because his own department was “diverse,” that doesn’t mean other departments are (many English programs are overwhelmingly white). Instead of just complaining that administration is meddling where it doesn’t belong, I would have liked to see an argument for more aggressive reforms of the education system as a whole and what role admin plays in helping or hindering this process. Ginsberg could have even kept his point that admin only shows interest in diversity for appearances - that point just could have been made without suggesting that it’s just a fact that women/POC aren’t available or, if they are, it’s because departments are already doing what they need to be doing.

Despite these drawbacks, this book isn’t without merit. I particularly thought that the chapter overviewing the history of tenure was well-written, with interesting tidbits of information that I think makes the history of higher education accessible to a casual reader. I also think Ginsberg had a good defense of the liberal arts and closed his book with concrete advice regarding what can be done about administrative bloat. But as it stands, The Fall of the Faculty is not necessarily a book I’d recommend if someone wanted to learn more about current trends in academia, especially if that person is an administrator themselves.

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a helping hand

pairing: jeon wonwoo genre: fuff, angst; dad!au word count: 1500 + admin: jun a/n: god, i love wonwoo’s laugh. sorry for the giant gif, i love it too much. i hope this is what you were looking for, anon~

When Wonwoo’s wife left him in this world, all alone… there wasn’t much that could make Wonwoo happy.

Well, that didn’t include his son.

They named their son Sejun, and that was the last thing said by his wife before she passed away from childbirth. The guilt of his wife’s passing ate at Wonwoo everyday, but it would go away for the few minutes his son was trying to cheer him up.

Whenever Sejun noticed Wonwoo was sad, he would run up to him and give him a hug or he would sing a song for Wonwoo. The efforts put in by his little boy were never underappreciated. Wonwoo could always feel himself tear up a bit when he sang, since his voice always sounded so similar to his wife’s.

The days seemed to be longer and longer each passing week without his wife by his side. Even five years laters, each day passed by as if it was a century and his heart still sunk to the point where he felt sick to his stomach. He tried to swallow down his sadness for the day, seeing the excitement on Sejun’s face for his first parent-teacher night. Only a few days ago, when Wonwoo was informed about this day, he had agreed, since he had a pretty wonderful day. Now, after those few days passed, Wonwoo became sad all over again.

“Come on, daddy! Hurry!” Sejun yelled into his and Wonwoo’s one bedroom apartment, jumping up and down excitedly. Wonwoo laughed with his deep voice, hurrying out of the bedroom and pushing up his glasses.

“Okay, okay…” He mumbled, sitting down on the little bench at their front entrance and pulling on his shoes. “Look at you, already dressed up without daddy’s help.” He said, patting his son the head and giving him a soft smile. He could see that his son was a little flustered, since he was usually very baby-ish and complained about getting ready in the morning without Wonwoo’s help.

“Yeah, I’m a big boy now! I can even go to the bathroom without your help.” Sejun said, jumping up and down again excitedly. He definitely got his energy from Wonwoo’s wife.

“That’s right. You can. Good job,” Wonwoo cheered encouragingly. He quickly finished tying his other lace and stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket and patting Sejun’s back so they could leave.

The drive there was short and pleasant, since Sejun was singing along to whatever song was playing on the radio. Sejun was amazing at memorizing lyrics. Within two times of hearing the song, he could memorize half of the lyrics, which was impressive for a four year old.

When they reached, Sejun had no patience and practically ripped the belt of his booster seat off and jumped out of the car, running to the other side and bouncing while Wonwoo came out of the car and offered his hand to the young boy. He took Wonwoo’s hand and almost literally dragged him to his classroom.

“Sejun-ah, slow down buddy.” Wonwoo cautioned as they made their way to the very first classroom on the right, right after they entered the school. Sejun left go of his hand and went off to play with his classmates who had come with their parents.

The group of parents huddled together, away from the designated table where the teacher was, was huge. Wonwoo put his hands in his pockets and made his way over to the large group, standing outside of it awkwardly.

“Excuse me, is this the lineup to see the teacher?” He asked one of the mothers standing in front of him. The lady nodded while smiling kindly, and then going back to her conversation with another mom, who also smiled kindly at Wonwoo. He felt his heart warm a bit at how kind they were, then looking over to where Sejun was playing with his friends. His heart melted at the sight of his kid laughing his face off with his friends, playing with the toy scattered around the carpet.

Although the lineup was big, Wonwoo wasn’t very bored or irritated, since he rarely ever got to see Sejun in this sort of environment with other kids his age to play with. Because of this, the cue disappeared a lot quicker than he thought it would, and there were only a couple kids left from the few parents waiting in the line behind Wonwoo.

He watched as the mother he had asking about the lineup earlier thanked the teacher and stood up, walking over and taking her daughter out of the classroom. Wonwoo blinked, looking to the teacher who stood up to greet. He felt himself blush softly. She was clearly on the younger side, which was odd because he remembered his kindergarten teacher being an old lady. Wonwoo bowed to the teacher, coming and sitting across from them on the table and looking back to Sejun.

“So, you’re the much talked about Sejun’s father?”

Wonwoo’s head whipped back to the teacher and he smiled softly. “Much talked about?” He asked, chuckling softly at the teacher’s words. “I’m Wonwoo, it’s nice to meet you.” He introduced himself and then held out a hand for her to shake.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you as well. You son seems to take a lot of interest in learning. He has a passion for reading, but also for singing. He’s a very fast learner.” She said, folding her hands on the table and smiling fondly at Sejun as well.

“Yes… he gets that from my wife.” Wonwoo mumbled, his smile widening a bit at the thought of his true love.

“I have a desire to teach him more than the kindergarten curriculum sometimes, because I feel like his potential is up here,” she said, holding her hand up to a height above her head. “But we’re teaching him down here,” she continued, moving her hand to a level below her head. Wonwoo nodded in understanding.

“I wouldn’t mind him getting an early start on grade one, but I’m afraid he’s going to grow up too fast…” Wonwoo explained. “I mean, wouldn’t every parent worry about that?” “Have you discussed it with your wife?” She asked, tilting her head at him.

Wonwoo’s eyes widened for a second, and then he looked down to the soft yellow table, frowning a bit.

“She isn’t here to discuss this kind of stuff with anymore…” He whispered, looking up to the teacher and trying to keep his composure. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her head.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. That was incredibly insensitive of me.” She said, shaking his head frantically. “I shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

“No, no… it’s fine, really.” Wonwoo said reassuringly, patting her hand. “It’s something I need to get use to.”

She smiled gently and nodded in some sort of understanding.

“I lost my husband as well, so I know what you’re going through… probably more difficult for you though, considering you have a child with her.” She nodded her head in Sejun’s direction, but Wonwoo didn’t turn to look there. His eyes were trained on Y/N. Suddenly he felt as if they had this connection… understanding between the two of them because of what they experienced.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” he mumbled. She shook her head at him.

“We learn to get by, right?” She exclaimed with a hearty laugh to lighten the mood. Wonwoo noticed just by observing that they had a lot more common than she had originally let on. “Anyways, your son is doing just amazingly. Why don’t you take your time on thinking about getting him extra work?” She asked, smiling and standing up to send him off with Sejun. Wonwoo stood up as well, nodding at her idea.

Seeing his father stand up, Sejun was already saying goodbye to his friends and running over.

“I will definitely get back to you on that. Thank you for the idea.” Wonwoo said, bowing to her. She bowed as well, smiling widely and looking to Sejun.

“Hello, Sejun-ah,” she greeted kindly, causing Sejun to giggle. He ran around the table to give her a hug, to which she returned the best she could since she was quite a bit taller than him.

“See you tomorrow, Ms. L/N!” He practically cheered, clearly happy to see his father and teacher smiling at each other. The two adults said their goodbyes, and Wonwoo took Sejun’s hand, leading him out of the classroom.

So not only was she beautiful, incredible, and understanding on his situation, but his kid loves her, clearly. That only made her all the more attractive. As they walked out, he only then noticed his heart beating a little quicker than when he first greeted her, which he couldn’t tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

The one thing he hoped for with this was it wasn’t just him wanting something to take his mind off of his wife. He hoped for something real again, and he knew that it would come with time.

Time to heal, physically and mentally. To finish the nights he spent crying himself to sleep, although he knew those nights would never go away…

He knew he could appreciate a helping hand though, and that it was almost worth going through all this mourning to have someone by his side once again.

So he waited.

pt. 2

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Why Teachers Turn to Tutoring

Employment prospects and annual salaries for classroom teachers have reached all-time lows, with new teachers receiving an average of $38,617 in 2018—less than in the 1990s. And while turnover varies widely by state, the percentage of teachers leaving their jobs before retirement age is high. Because of low salaries, those in teaching roles are 30 percent more likely than other professionals to have a second job.

There’s a real demand for tutoring businesses beyond the big brands. Classroom teachers have the expertise to capitalize on that.

Many educators start tutoring as a logical way to earn extra income while helping students in focused, one-on-one sessions. But even those prospects can be bleak. Adding hourly work to a full-time schedule is labor-intensive and tiring. And independent tutoring is often difficult to scale. Yet, on-demand tutoring marketplaces offer notoriously low wages with capped upward mobility, and big tutoring franchises can require sums in excess of $100,000 up front to start a business with their name on it.

The good news is that those aren’t the only options. There’s a real demand for tutoring businesses beyond the big brands, a strong desire to work with smaller, locally owned and operated companies that know the community and schools and a growing client base that wants curriculum tailored to their needs, not an out-of-the-box national standard. Classroom teachers have the expertise to capitalize on that.

But making the leap from occasional after-school commitment to legitimate business can be daunting. With the hurdles of daily administrative tasks, marketing and financial matters, even full-time tutors stress over the complexities of managing their tutoring business.

Clark’s platform offers help for teachers who want to take their tutoring enterprise to the next level. Designed specifically with educators in mind, the software lets tutors operate a business, grow a client base and generate income without wasting countless hours on operational tasks. By streamlining accounting processes with automated invoicing, giving business owners at-a-glance views of their tutors’ schedules, and simplifying on-the-go session reporting with mobile-friendly tools, Clark handles the back-end work so tutors can focus on maximizing the hours spent actually tutoring—resulting in more impact and more income.

MAXIMIZE YOUR IMPACT

1. REACH MORE STUDENTS

Tutors have always done a balancing act between growing a full client base and over-committing to an unsustainable schedule. With new technologies and intuitive software, tutors are able to scale their businesses. No more turning away students due to a lack of available time or scrambling to find help from friends for a burgeoning business.

Clark’s platform offers help for teachers who want to take their tutoring enterprise to the next level.

In fact, running your own tutoring business provides opportunities to hire additional tutors with expertise in more subjects, which in turn increases the ability to reach and serve a broader range of students. The right technology can help.

A Bit of the Backstory:

Forbes: Tutoring For The Modern Age

Clark Winning Pitch on Apple's Planet of the Apps

Denice Dixon founded her tutoring business using Clark. With a B.S. in Elementary Education and Special Education, she was a full-time middle school teacher who tutored on the side before deciding to open TREAD Educational Services. In her new role, Denice has full control over her company’s growth. In the first three months of operation, she saw her number of monthly sessions quadruple from around 30 to almost 120. “To see growth in my students was nothing short of amazing,” she recollects. “I began to think of the impact I could have on so many more children.”

2. MAKE MORE MONEY

Making the switch from classroom teacher to tutoring business owner has a financial upside, too. Teachers can boost their income exponentially by running a tutoring business as opposed to just squeezing in tutoring clients outside of regular working hours or working for somebody else. As business owners, tutors can gain full control over billable hours, administrative tasks, and overhead expenses. More tutors working with more clients under their brand means more dollars for the bottom line.

Worries about overhead expenses and administrative tasks shouldn’t hold anyone back from starting a tutoring business. It’s possible to grow a business, generate revenue and still keep working directly with students as a tutor—it’s just a matter of using the right tools.

In Denice Dixon’s first year operating TREAD, she brought in over $63,000—quite a leap from the average starting salary for classroom teachers.

Sarah Gonzales, of Tungsten Prep in Washington, D.C., observes that “Clark has freed up untold weekly admin hours, allowing us to focus on growing our business significantly.”

Fred Tabeek of the FRED Center in Boston agrees. “It used to take me up to two days every month to figure out how much to pay everyone,” he says. ”Now, with Clark, I can do all of that in a matter of an hour.”

Teachers can boost their income exponentially by running a tutoring business as opposed to just squeezing in tutoring clients outside of regular working hours or working for somebody else.

3. GROW YOUR BRAND

Tutors rely on word-of-mouth to attract new clients, and a lot effort goes into building a reputation. Business owners working with Clark can seize on those positive impressions by growing a brand to expand their reach and influence. Customized invoices and session reports present a professional image and help build trust with clients both long- and short-term.

Juggling different clients on different schedules and different packages, tracking invoices and payment reminders, marketing to reach new clients, communicating regularly and providing thorough session reports to keep the clients you have—it’s a lot for one person.

With the right tools in place—ones that let you hire other tutors to meet demand, easily stay on top of scheduling and accounting and minimize time spent formatting and compiling thorough session reports—you can focus your energy and efforts on the tutoring itself and gain incremental revenue opportunities at the same time. As La’Vonnda Hanyes-Burnett of Zion Learning in San Francisco asserts, “Clark is great for any tutoring business that wants to become bigger and more efficient.”

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Fear and Heartbreak: Teachers React to the Florida Shooting

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Fear and Heartbreak: Teachers React to the Florida Shooting

“It’s a very disturbing time to be a teacher,” my cousin, a second-grade teacher, tells me on the phone a day after the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Florida.

This isn’t a new feeling for her. There have been over 60 school shootings with fatalities since the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary in late 2012, a shooting that reignited the post-Columbine national conversation about the Second Amendment and how to protect the lives of students and teachers.

Following the Florida school shooting, young people have been advocating for their fallen friends and the lives of all students. Teenage activists like Emma Gonzalez are confronting the politicians stalling gun regulation directly with their stories and anger. They’re questioning lawmakers and the NRA. Mass student walkouts are being organized around the country. They’re taking to social media to speak their truth.

Amid all the fervent action, however, a dark anxiety hangs overhead as those in favor of gun regulation fight for their concerns to be recognized in policy.

I spoke to teachers from school districts of varying political leanings, income and race demographics about their students’ reactions, their conversations among colleagues and the steps they hope our government will take. I spoke to young teachers who are still assistants and retired teachers with over 50 years of experience. Not one said that they felt their students and coworkers were fully safe at school today.

Note: Many identifying details, including names, have been changed due to school policy and personal preference.

In the wake of so many school shootings in recent memory, what have been your students’ reactions?

Jade: Not a week goes by without a student asking the “What would we do if … ?” question. They want to know if I’d save them. If we’d run. If we’d hide. If we’d follow protocol. If I’d let them grab their cell phones before going into lockdown. These are not the questions I expected to be focusing on as a teacher.

Robin: They blame Trump.

Connie: I used to think that there’s been no conversation in the classroom because my students are young and mostly on the spectrum. I’ve come to think, however, that school shootings just aren’t shocking anymore.

Nick: I remember when Sandy Hook happened. I had to comfort students for weeks. And they could just tell something was off — it was hard to keep that news from reaching them. These days, it all passes so quickly.

Marybeth: Some seem nervous; others don’t seem particularly impacted. They do want to talk about it, which I think is important, but our school doesn’t want us discussing it with them.

Tammy: After every shooting, my students ask me what would happen if there were a shooter at our school. They are terrified that this will happen to them.

Rachel: “Miss, if someone comes in here, we’re kind of screwed, huh?” They were respectful of the moment of silence this time — though with multiple moments of silence each year, I do think they’re becoming desensitized to those, too.

Lindsey: The only reaction I heard from a student after the Florida shooting was one boy saying that it was lucky that “only 17 people died.”

What has the conversation among your coworkers been like in the wake of these events?

Carrie: The teacher next to my classroom got [to school] early with me and we made a plan together about what we would do. We checked to make sure our windows would open. We put tables close to doors to barricade us in the rooms and we put curtains over the windows by our doors.

Jade: Being a teacher often means suppressing or stifling your own personal political views. Lately, we’ve been talking about how proud we are of Emma Gonzalez and these beautiful, bold students, survivors [and] speakers who are turning their grief into action. What she is doing is the ultimate “end goal” I have as a teacher for my students.

Rachel: Honestly, I tried to tune most of it out; I’ve found that the only way I’m really able to function and get through my days is by ignoring it as much as possible. I catch the salient details from the headlines, but I can’t allow myself to “go there” by watching video[s] or reading testimon[ies]. It’s my own form of self-care and self-preservation. I know that there are some who view that kind of approach as selfish or privileged, but if I’m expected to function in my classroom daily, then I can’t allow myself to go there mentally or emotionally.

Krystal: Unfortunately, these days everything is so politicized that you have to tread lightly when talking about anything. We all agree that these kinds of events cannot continue to happen, but not everyone agrees on what the problem actually is.

Diane: The conversation has been focused on what actions we can take and what groups we can join.

Elizabeth: It’s just really been a lot of head shaking, not so many words.

What actions would you like to see the government take to prevent further school shootings?

Rachel: No military-grade weapons, no bump stocks, significantly increased licensing requirements, monitoring ammunition quantity. I think that some of these “common sense” gun control regulations are just that: common sense. I don’t see how that’s infringing on anyone’s rights any more than having to get a driver’s license to drive or taking your shoes off at the airport.

Kimberly: I would like to see the government ban all semi-automatic weapons and put into place stricter background checks for all legal firearms, because the “good guys” shouldn’t have anything to worry about. Right?

John: I think we should follow the example of Britain and Australia where they banned assault weapons and made it very difficult to buy a gun without multiple levels of training [and] waiting periods.

Stef: My opinion on guns is that no one should have them. Realistically, I would like to see [the government] make it as hard to buy a gun in this country as possible. It needs to go beyond two pieces of paper and a background check.

Elizabeth: It’s really about starting early: Includ[ing] social-emotional components in curriculum from K-12, teaching them how to speak to each other and how to express your feelings, and that it’s okay to have feelings.

Marybeth: I don’t think we can make it a one-issue thing. It’s not that simple.

Connie: Of course mental health needs to be addressed, but our government has been steadily reducing our access to care, not increasing it.

Candine: I think we should enforce political term limits, with a maximum of 12 years in Congress. [We should also] make it illegal for lobbies to pay, donate, [or] give away anything to congressional members so these reps will endorse and vote that group’s agenda.

Have you or your coworkers had a dialogue with parents on this issue? If so, what’s been the response?

Marybeth: We are urged (and instructed) not to discuss anything with parents or students.

Nick: There just hasn’t been time. We’re always open to dialogue, but honestly, other things have been on our parents’ minds lately. Many of them may lose their Temporary Protective Status within the next few years.

Tammy: Parents know that we have safety measures in place.

Candine: We do have a group of NRA supporters who scream, “THEY’RE NOT TAKING MY GUNS AWAY FROM ME!” When I hear the gun supporters talk, they rant about, “I gotta protect my family.” My question is: “Protect them from what?”

Jade: I have seen several parents demand that “someone” do something. Schools need to do something. The government needs to do something. My response: We all need to do something. Don’t just expect “someone” to fix this problem.

Are there lockdown drills at your school? What do they entail?

Elizabeth: Basically, an announcement comes over the loudspeaker and I get my students low to the ground and out of sight from any openings. Admin goes around trying to “get in” to classrooms.

Marybeth: We lock the door, turn off the lights and try to place students in a part of the room that is not visible from the door.

Rachel: A few years ago we switched from the old “lockdown” procedure to the ALICE (Alert, Lockdown, Inform, Counter, Evacuate) procedure. They usually involve three different scenarios so that we can practice — evacuating, barricading and countering.

Evacuating is similar to a fire drill: If you are safely able to do so, get out. Barricading is used if there’s someone in your area but not yet in your room. You lock and block your door(s). The third scenario is Countering, and it’s based on the research that if shooters aren’t able to aim, then fatalities are reduced. If an intruder breaks through our barricade, we just throw things at them.

Connie: Everyone covers the windows and ducks out of view with 25 fourth graders who are trying so hard to be quiet, until someone farts and then there’s no hope. It was a scary sort of game for them, but for me, it was just scary — thinking about what I would do, what I would have to do as their teacher.

Nick: There’s been an emerging philosophy of common sense, meaning [that] if you think you can get away, then try [to] run. This is fairly new and isn’t directly embraced by the schools.

Casey: No. Perhaps naively, none of us can really see this happening at our school, carried out by one of our students.

Erica: The roof of the gymnasium is outside of our window and I [have] already told the students that if something happens for real… I am having each of them jump out the window and onto the roof. I’m taking matters into my own hands because I feel that if this situation ever does happen, I’m responsible.

Jay: My classroom is on the first floor in front of big, open windows. I’d be lying if I said I thought this method was 100% safe.

Ellen: The kids giggle, and they also get scared. That’s probably the most time we talk about school shootings. Multiple children have asked me would I die for them. I always say yes. It’s not a question.

How do you feel at work after these events?

Stef: I think a lot of young teachers like me are coming into the profession understanding our lives could one day be at risk, and that’s such a messed up thing to have to reconcile.

Elizabeth: I worry. What if this kid that I had to give a consequence to or have a difficult talk with isn’t having it? I’ve had nightmares; I’ve stressed about things I shouldn’t have to think about.

Marybeth: I feel like I need to be wary of everyone, which can make it hard to focus.

Laura: After my coworker was killed [in a shooting outside our school], I felt calm at school when I had to take care of the students, but very stressed and nervous anywhere else for a couple of weeks. [I’m] often just frustrated and cynical that I don’t think this will change.

Jade: I feel like we’re being held hostage by fear. I also feel like I’m being held hostage by the taboo of a teacher discussing “politics.” Shouldn’t I be allowed to share my opinions on my safety and my students’ safety?

Kimberly: I wear my classroom key around my neck instead of keeping it in my desk in case I have to act in a split second.

Nick: I feel like people expect teachers to lay their lives on the lines — and any of us would to protect our kids. But it’s such an unfair expectation heaved upon an already overburdened and overworked community of professionals.

Jay: I want to say I feel safe because it wouldn’t happen in a school like mine, but that feels a little bit naive now.

What are your thoughts on the NRA’s suggestion to arm teachers?

Krystal: What an insulting idea.

Tammy: I don’t get funding to pay for Expo markers, let alone an assault rifle or training to shoot and kill someone. We agree that we would do anything to protect our kids, but … arming teachers won’t help the situation.

Rachel: The day I’m told I have to keep a gun in my classroom is the day I will leave this profession. I’ve accepted that someday my job may now involve jumping in front of a bullet, but I absolutely refuse to allow my job to become one where I have to fire that bullet. Especially if it’s at a student.

Jade: Having guns in the classroom provides access to guns for ALL students. Access to guns is the major contributing factor to these tragedies. Stop the guns from getting into my school or in my students’ hands. Stop trying to put one in mine.

Tammy: I would do anything for my students. This being said, I shouldn’t have to think about defending their lives. I should be thinking about how to improve their futures.

Are you in support of the scheduled student walkouts? What do you hope will be accomplished by this? What do your kids say about it?

Robin: I’m in total support of the walkout if it’s well-organized and has a purpose. The only way it can be effective is if the momentum continues and… there is a real, aggressive nationwide push for change.

Stef: I’m a social justice activist and my curriculum is centered around social justice issues, so I’m hoping my kids participate, honestly.

Nick: The cynic in me wonders what it will accomplish. I’m not trying to cast aspersions on the courageous survivors who came up with the idea, but I’m skeptical. Politicians don’t give a fuck how many kids march.

Casey: I hope that at the very least, someone will have to comment on it.

Connie: People are watching for our collective response, and we have to show that no matter how normal this all feels at this point, it is very much not normal.

Jade: I love the idea, but honestly, in this current climate, I think it presents a massive safety issue.

Lindsey: I’m worried that we’ll have to wait 20 years for these kids — who grew up thinking they could be shot in English class and watching adults do nothing to save them — to absolutely crush this issue into the ground.

Gemma: I think students have the right to peacefully protest whatever they find necessary. These children are trusting our government to take care of them.

What can the rest of the public do to show support for the safety of teachers and students during this time?

John: Petition their representatives at the state and national level. Vote them out if they are more beholden to the NRA than their constituents.

Robin: There needs to be a constant, in-your-face, aggressive fight by everyone.

Nick: Don’t ask teachers to become soldiers. Ask them how they’re doing. We’re all scared, and we’re never allowed to show it.

Connie: Unfettered access to killing machines is uniquely American, and it isn’t strengthening our society. We can do better and we should do better. We are the adults.

Tammy: If you own hunting rifles but would never own an AK-47, SAY SOMETHING! I think there’s a notion out there that only liberals want gun control, and that isn’t true.

Jade: Joining groups like Moms Demand Action and Sandy Hook Promise is a step in the right direction. Fundraising for money for metal detectors might help students feel a little safer tomorrow while we wait for change.

Kimberly: Stop spreading the “good guy with a gun” narrative.

Alisa: Demand to see your school’s active shooter plan.

Gemma: If you see a teacher, give them a hug or a drink — we’ve earned it.

Here’s what you can do right now to demand change for gun reform and support educators in America:

Call your representatives.

Donate to the Stoneman Douglas Victims’ Fund.

Join organizations like Moms Demand Action and Sandy Hook Promise.

Follow Everytown on Instagram for updates and visit their website for more ways to take action.

Learn more about the student walkout here.

Learn where to donate blood and march, and how to share tips with the police here.

Educate yourself: Learn more about the current landscape of gun control laws in America.

Have another resource to add? Fill up the comments with suggestions.

Interviews have been edited for length and clarity.

Jamie Loftus is a writer and comedian living in Los Angeles. You can follow her at jamieloftusisinnocent.com.

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Your Tech Play 2 assignment is to: ePortfolio

Electronic or digital tools Verse physical (non-digital) portfolios

As I explored the electronic or digital tools compare and how they differ from physical (non-digital) portfolios. Digital portfolios are convenient, versatile, and extremely accessible in terms of the delivery of materials to potential clients and employers. Digital work is what’s widely accepted of presentation of professional work for most creative people in any industry and those in other media, advertising, and marketing. However, paper or hardcopy portfolios are usually in the minority in the employment market. The choice, however, isn't always simple. Both forms of portfolio have strong points in terms of presentation, and that can make the difference between getting a job or not. In some industries, quality of presentation is a true deal breaker, and it's fair to say that hardcopy is often neglected. Therefore, we have both on hand so they can follow alone with your digital presentation, some may even need to revisit later, and beside we must evolve with time and become invaders of the future.

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Identify Affordances and Your Best Choice

As I explored the countless portfolio sites that were meant for educators you either have to pay or they have a 30day free trial but all the feature you could use was limited. Therefore you cannot get the full effect off the site and the tools and gadgets it offered. My top 4 sites were Wix, Google site/ Wikispaces, PortfolioGen, & Pathbrite.

Wix is a great for building a website or pages that can be used as an eportfolio site that has countless templates to help design your page.  These countless designs are free, cable of being edited, and the templates indicate there range from easy to hard to manipulate the page. You can promote your business showcase your work, test and sale online products or services. Most of all you can create and display your personality on a professional website.

Google sites are very excellent for numerous of reasons. It offers the eportfolio templates, google classroom where you can setup up a classroom for your students. It also was sort of limited to how you can export and import material. I know for sure you upload from: YouTube videos, google docs, and Facebook with no problems. This cost for the basic site was $10 a month to use and create an eportfolio account. However, you cannot use you regular Gmail account. You have to pay for a new email address which was $12 a year, not much at all ($1 a month). This would give you a google admin email account, then you would be able to get access to Google to create an eportfolios. Wikispaces were similar to Google as well in my opinion.

PortfolioGen is a super way to go if you were looking for a job. Its free, it offers cover letter templates, letter builders, example and samples. It also has 18 pages that is prename and tailored in the portfolio section such as: pictures, videos, awards you have won, achievements, journals or post, pass employment history, and etc. just click and add as many as you need. It gives you access to employers that are using search engines like this to find employees. Although, if an employer that you are interested in is not using this site no worries you can send your link to them via email and they could access it too, because you have your own URL address. In my case since I do teach a career course this would be defiantly the end results when we are in the final phrase of school which is 100 hundred hours from completion of the course and we are in chapters 30-32 which is all about preparing for your interviews, how to dress what to take and so on. Pathbrite is the one I chose it has a collaboration of Wikispace, Google Site, Wix, and PortolioGen. I can invite students, create courses, it’s even similar to Blackboard and it is free.  From a teachers stand point of view, you can track your learners growth by displaying their past challenges and successes, making their growth more visible for them to see and show their parents. Which would lead to faster learning and mastery of a course. The use of the portfolios is to help increase students reflect on what they are learning. It has the option for RTI teaching due to the collaboration of the faculty, teachers, administrators and staff can all help make sense of student productivity across a single courses or a full curriculum. It allows them to showcase their on any device such as: cell phone, tablet, or any other common display. Using Pathbrite I can engage the students earlier and more often for better career placement giving them clear advantage over others, “students get polished portfolios they can use during internships or career searches as a result” (Pathbrite).  All of this will lead to better career placement rates after graduation.

Consider context. Choice of Tool for Students to Create an ePortfolio, Why and Affordances?

I would not make any change in the tool I chose for myself because, I had the students in mind. Nevertheless I need something I could possible monitor the student on. Since we know the Generation Z students are very tech savvy and can find a way to exploit the use of the tool. However, to get the opportunity to showcase their work on any device such as: their phone, tablet, or any other common display could deter them for begin mischievous. Hoping to tap into their creative mind, building their sense of taking pride in their work. Especially if they knew their audience is more than just their peers but, potential employers, and that their work would be displayed and remembered. While effectively opening thought minds critical thinking skills through, increased reading, writing, math, terminology, problem solving abilities and reflection. Which, would be expresses their skills, passions, and mastery of their craft. This could open doors to talents or areas students did not know they possess like: editing skill, design, photography, graphics, communication, networking all while enhancing other aspects in the business. Most of all it is a time saver instead of my students going to another to site or keeping up with a piece of paper for an assignment.  I can create a courses where the learner can login, see assignments, summit course work, upload, from anywhere, create slide shows, and use drag-and-drop tools. Once the student create their account it is theirs for a life time. Therefore, at the end of your program, students get polished portfolios they can use during internships, career searches and I can also invite chain salon and salon owners as will to view their portfolio. All of this will lead to better career placement rates after graduation.

Conclusion What I discovered / learned was this site like many others are allowing the affordances, collaboration, or integration of multiple tools to be used to teach and build a learner though curriculum and technology all while keeping the learner engaged. It just requires research time creativity and thinking out the box. With this one site I chose Pathbrite it will increase the computer literacy for myself and the students. While giving us all the freedom of expressing ourselves with all types of media online. Drag-and-drop images, videos, cloud documents, presentations, LinkedIn recommendations, badges, eTranscripts, web links and even audio recordings into your portfolios.  These are skills that we all need to build on to stay marketable to be employed and enviable to a company.