#school bench manufacturers

[cafefurnituremumbai]

Maharashtra's Leading School Bench Manufacturers: A Comprehensive Overview

The quest for academic excellence in Maharashtra is complemented by the unseen yet pivotal role of school furniture, where GetMyChair has emerged as a paragon of educational support. In the realm of school bench manufacturing, it stands as a distinguished entity, crafting not just furniture but tailored ergonomic environments conducive to learning. This commitment to creating pieces that enhance the scholastic setting reflects a deep-rooted expertise, blending function with an acute awareness of student well-being. Their benches, designed with precision, transform classrooms into dynamic spaces of comfort and concentration, fostering an atmosphere where education thrives.

The Craft of Comfort: Ergonomic Designs for Academic Excellence

The expertise of this leading manufacturer manifests in the ergonomic sophistication of their school benches. Recognizing that physical comfort in the classroom is intricately linked to academic performance, their designs embody a scientific approach to student posture. This commitment transcends the conventional, merging the latest research with time-honed craftsmanship. Every bench, every desk is engineered with an understanding of the diverse physiological needs of students. These are not just seating arrangements; they are sophisticated tools engineered to elevate the learning experience through enhanced comfort and focus.

Built on Experience: A Legacy of Learning Environments

This manufacturer's authoritativeness in the educational furniture domain stems from legacy rich with insight and innovation. The longevity of their products is a testament to the profound understanding of the sector's evolving demands. Here, experience does not merely refer to the number of years in operation but the depth of connection with the educational ethos. The furniture produced is a physical representation of this deep-seated knowledge, with each piece reflecting an intuitive understanding of school life, both in the buzz of classrooms and the silence of intense study sessions.

The Authority in Educational Furnishing: Beyond the Basics

Bearing the hallmark of quality and trust, the brand has established itself as an authority in the field of educational furniture. It's a reputation built on a foundation of unwavering standards and an unspoken pledge to exceed the normative expectations of school furnishings. This sense of authoritativeness is not self-proclaimed but earned through the confidence imbued in every school that selects their benches. With a focus on creating a legacy of excellence, each bench is a commitment to educational prosperity.

Trustworthy Materials: The Foundation of Reliable Furnishing

The trust imbued in each piece of furniture stems from a relentless pursuit of using safe, sustainable, and superior materials. There is a palpable commitment to the health and safety of students, ensuring that every product not only meets but exceeds industry standards. This approach has engendered a level of trust that resonates with educational institutions across Maharashtra. It's a trust that is fostered not through words but through the consistent delivery of high-quality, reliable school benches that stand the test of time and use.

A Legacy of Learning: The Commitment to Educational Growth

The true measure of this manufacturer's success is seen in the silent corners of classrooms and the lively interactions of students, where their furniture serves as the silent yet robust foundation for learning and growth. It's a commitment that extends beyond mere transactions, seeking to contribute tangibly to the educational journey of every student who sits at their benches. In this unwavering commitment lies the foresight to continually adapt, innovate, and uphold a legacy of learning that resonates with the aspirations of Maharashtra's bright young minds.

In an era where education is rapidly evolving, the need for spaces that adapt and support this growth becomes paramount. The manufacturer's expertise, experience, authoritativeness, and trustworthiness coalesce to create not just functional school furniture but environments that respect and enhance the learning process. As the tapestry of education in Maharashtra continues to expand, so does the role of the school bench manufacturer in Maharashtra shaping the very spaces where the future is written.

[qualityseo2021]

Nursery School Desk Bench Manufacturer In Mumbai India - Parthfibrotech

Nursery School Desk Bench Manufacturer In Mumbai India, Varied Products Like Nursery School Desk Bench, Half Circular Bench, Play School Benches, Play School Chair, Play School Chair, Many More  Manufacturerd By Parth Fibrotech, Leading Indoor & Outdoor Gym Equipments Manufacturer, Supplier And Exporter In India

[parthfibrotech]

Nursery School Desk Bench Manufacturer In Nagpur Maharashtra- Parthfibrotech

Nursery School Desk Bench Manufacturer In Nagpur Maharashtra, Varied Products Like Nursery School Desk Bench, Half Circular Bench, Play School Benches, Play School Chair, Play School Chair, Many More  Manufacturerd By Parth Fibrotech, Leading Indoor & Outdoor Gym Equipments Manufacturer, Supplier And Exporter In India

https://www.parthfibrotech.in/nagpur/nursery-school-desk-bench-manufacturer

[cubiclesintl]

Growing popularity of strong and attractive High Pressure Laminates in the Middle East

Be it a residential area or your workplace, the appearance of a particular room is always one of the most crucial concerns of the dweller. It is important to give the room a look that imparts a feeling of an organised and comfortable stay. Furniture plays a vital role in giving the room an ultimate look, which is why it is necessary for one to pick the furniture quite judiciously. Moreover, making sure of the best quality materials too is important as because furniture is a hefty investment. 

Middle East has seen quite the developments in past years and they offer best quality products that ensure the clients of strength, durability and ultimate look that one can die for. However, certain pieces of furniture ask for a matt finish wherein a few looks good with the laminate on them. This is why the High Pressure Laminate supplier in UAE have got their grounds firmer over the years. Laminate is basically an upper layer used as a quote for the furniture that prevents it from probable damages to be occurring too soon. Besides, the hard-core procedure of manufacturing such laminates make them durable and sturdy in every way possible. They come in a range of beautiful colours and their shine gives the room a royal and elegant look altogether. These laminates are, however made to be fungi-resistant as well which enhances its durability. 

Not only office or homes, but laminates have also made their mark even on school furniture. The School Benches Manufacturer makes the benches shine up with suitable materials, colours, strength and shine. This makes them comfortable for the kids to sit on and have a day. 

Apart from laminates, vinyl installation too is prominent in the areas of the Middle East. Vinyl is basically a plastic or synthetic resin that is used for making some jaw-dropping collection of wallpapers that takes the breath away of people who opt for them. The professionals who deal in vinyl make sure to provide the clients with some good quality polymers so as to deliver a completely beautiful look to the walls of an office or a home. It lies with the Vinyl Installation Professionals to provide economical solutions to the walls of the room. 

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

rescue bots headcanons !!!

chase has very strong opinions on pretty much everything. anything from the best multiple of 12 to how ants work (his opinions on these two are 60 and "they are very civilized creatures when they are not stealing food")

heatwave needs the most fuel out of everyone because he's a quadruple changer, and because synthesizing water from the air is surprisingly exhausting

blades watches the most mature television out of all of the original four. he's the only one who's watched anything rated higher than pg-13

boulder does volunteer work at soup kitchens and homeless shelters on his off days

none of the og's speak neocybex because of the whole stasis thing

blades' medical knowledge is super outdated (again, stasis--most of the major medical breakthroughs came after they left)

the first time heatwave met wheeljack he tried to deck him. they did not get along (this surprised optimus bc he thought they were very similar and would therefore get along)

quickshadow is jazz and prowl's kid

hightide and optimus used to on and off date (both ratchet and megatronus hated hightide)

boulder reads such a wide variety of books that he sometimes forgets what a normal frame of mind is. like, he reads books for toddlers to classic literature to those books of facts about ancient history. there are a lot of books in the bunker.

salvage dropped out of engineering school and then got a job loading up transport ships. always sort of regretted it, but kept his loader job up until stasis

blurr and heatwave were both trained as professional pilots. blurr had the transport ship he and salvage worked on, and heatwave was/is the main pilot of the sigma

quickshadow was one of elita-one's team members until the squad was disbanded

hightide is a cityspeaker and his suit was a gift from a titan

boulder has minor claustrophobia. it normally isn't too bad, but part of the reason he loves nature and the outdoors is because he feels free/not restricted

all the original four rescue bots were dorm mates during their academy years

heatwave didn't even want to be team leader it just kinda happened because of his natural talent for leadership. the others elected him as their leader and he just went with it.

chase is a night owl and usually does most of his tasks at night. he likes the quiet and also that means during the day he can focus completely on rescues

blades gets "grounded" ridiculously often by dani. like, "no tv for a week" type grounding not "no flying." blades thought it was the second one and was thrilled, and then devastated when he learned what she actually meant.

boulder is a clean freak. not a germaphobe, but he needs everything to be tidy

blades bet heatwave that he wouldn't make a "deez nuts" joke to optimus. he lost that bet but it was so worth it for the pained look on optimus' face when heatwave did it

hightide REEKS of salt. it's constant and everyone hates it.

blurr and salvage were both neutrals before they became rescue bots, which is why they've never done combat

all the official rescue bots (everyone but blurr and salvage since they were trained later and never went to the academy) have an outlier because forged rescue bots are built that way

also all the official rescue bots can easily bench press optimus. like, one handed. they're all ridiculously strong (again, rescue bots are just built that way. super strength is very important)

heatwave is ultra magnus's and hot rod's/rodimus's kid (he was raised by them)

rescue bots (official ones, not blurr and salvage) are exclusively cold constructs. they have to be manufactured to achieve the abilities necessary for their line of work (super strength+speed, outliers, olfactory sensors, different optic types, ability to scan extra alt modes, etc.)

after rid2015 the bee team was trained by the rescue bots to become rescuers (this is canon)

at some point before rba heatwave sorta became everyone's boss. pretty much every cybertronian of significant influence listens to him or works for him. this happened in a similar way as how he became his team's leader (on accident and because he just naturally takes charge)

the original four rescue bots are ambassadors to earth and technically all have government jobs but they just also do other stuff (teachers at the academy, rescuers, god knows what else)

game night, movie night and karaoke night are sacred traditions to the team and are taken extremely seriously. hightide refused to look at salvage for a month over a game of scrabble. optimus and bumblebee have both been forced to join in multiple times.

way more but that's where imma stop this post for now

[fencer-x]

My newest Drarry (and Severitus!) fic has been revealed! This was posted for the 2024 Severitus Big Bang, a fest celebrating the father-son relationship between Harry Potter and Severus Snape, in all forms (bio parent, father figure, mentor, etc.). I explored an alternate reality where Severus married Lily, not James, and the ways in which that might have led to Harry's life being drastically different from how it was shown in canon.

Title: The Fall of the Hosue of Evans Rating: Explicit Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Word Count: 142,000 Summary: After spending fifteen years living in hiding in America following his mother’s murder and his own near-death experience, Harry Evans and his father Severus are obliged to return to England for a compulsory year of education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But never fear—everything’s gonna be just fine, he just has to get through nine months of maintaining a secret identity, putting up with a trio of really weird godfathers, feeding the fantastic magical noodle he found in a sewer, and dodging the wrath of the surliest, prickliest, finickiest roommate one could ask for. Associated Works: This gorgeous typeset from my partner on this project, kitsunerei88! Notes: Be sure to read the tags on AO3, and the lovely cover art was commissioned from @ muraeaka on twitter!

Read it on AO3

Teaser

“Quodpot,” Harry said, still marvelling at the slick subway tile lining the showers and gleaming fixtures. The ceiling overhead was already blanketed in a thick fog of steam, and the air was getting heavy with humidity. How was it the bathrooms here were nicer than his and his father’s entire apartment back home? “And I haven’t actually played.” He hadn’t even flown on a broom before, honestly, but confessing as such right now might send Malfoy into cardiac arrest. “Ugh, ghastly name,” Malfoy groaned, shucking his Quidditch jersey and pelting Harry in the face with it as he set to work on his bottoms next. Harry quickly turned his back, letting the jersey drop to the floor. He wasn’t Malfoy’s house-elf, even if Malfoy spoke to him like one. “Step lively,” Malfoy called out, voice fading with distance. “I haven’t the time to bring you up to speed so you don’t embarrass our House and then shower.” “Surely there’s a book or something I could read on the subject…” Harry groaned, carefully stepping backwards after Malfoy. If he slipped on a bar of soap and got an eyeful of Malfoy’s undercarriage, he was going to leave, just leave, Apparate right through whatever wards were blanketing the campus and damn the Trace and all threats concerning it. Blessedly, though, he bumped up against one of the long benches fronting the stalls and settled down, focusing on the far wall while Malfoy told him all about the evolution of the Snitch from bird to ball and then moved on to a lecture concerning the different broomstick manufacturers and their respective strengths and weaknesses. “And frankly, the Nimbus line hasn’t matched the quality of the Firebolt since—towel.” Malfoy snapped his fingers at him. “Towel, Potter.” “Summon it yourself.” “With what wand?” “The one you’ve got up your ass…” Harry grumbled beneath his breath.

[fistfuloftarenths]

WIP Whenever

tagged by @my-favourite-zhent and using this as an excuse to inflict some badly written regency au rugan on everyone there is some implied attempt SA in here but nothing bad happens (i think this is the right way to warn people? let me know if not)

“Don’t think the lass wants to go with you, friend,” said the newcomer. A man’s voice, raspy and drawling.

The Honourable was startled, but recovered swiftly. “And who are you to interrupt?” he sniffed. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“I’m choosin’ to concern myself,” said the man in the darkness.

“By the gods,” said the Honourable. “It’s just a bit of fun! They run, we give chase, the thrill of the hunt, you know! Or perhaps you don’t.” For the unknown man’s accent was very far from the plummy vowels of the nobility. A northern accent, one of those dreadful manufacturing towns full of soot and machinery.

Something happened, too fast for her to make sense of it; a shadow detached itself from the hedge and loomed close; the scuffle of feet and the thump of flesh on flesh, and the Honourable let go of her and fell down, and did not move.

“That’s him sorted,” said her unknown helper with some satisfaction, and Tav tried to take a breath to thank him and fainted for the first time in her life.

She regained consciousness to find herself half-laying on a stone bench, the other man’s arms around her. She flinched away and he let her go.

“Easy, lass.”

“Oh,” said Tav, inadequately. “Oh.” 

“Giving you a bit of trouble, was he?”

Tav nodded before realising he couldn’t see her. “Yes,” she said, although that couldn’t begin to explain being trapped in a room with four or five noblemen between her and the door, their eyes bright with drink. “I wasn’t - I didn’t -”

“Course you weren’t.” 

“Is he - dead?” she whispered. They’d both hang if he was. Maybe she could leave the city tomorrow. Travel south down the coast and change her name -

“Gods, no. Rattled his bonebox is all, and he’ll have the very devil of a headache when he wakes up.”

“Oh.”

“Who is he, then? He live here?” The man pointed at the house, his arm a deeper black against the shadows.

“A guest,” Tav said. “The Hon-honourable John P------.” An entirely inappropriate form of address, she thought bitterly. “The Earl of R—-’s second son.”

“I’ll be damned,” he said.

“Do you know him?”

“Only by name, but them rich tossers are all alike.” Which did not seem quite fair, but Tav was not inclined to argue the point. “We might move the body to be safe,” he added, reflectively. “Someone finds him sprawled out like that they’ll get the dogs out.”

Chased by dogs. Tav shuddered. She’d thought his hands on her would be the worst thing, not teeth closing in her flesh.

“I am very sorry, but I’m not sure I can stand up just yet,” she apologised.

“Aye, it takes you that way,” before adding in explanation, “went for a soldier. Seen all sorts. Seen grown men doing worse than you, lass, and I daresay there’s time afore someone comes looking for him.”

Tav managed, then, to loosen her hold on her lute. It seemed uninjured as she anxiously ran her hands over it, but she did not dare test the strings for fear of noise.

“What’s that then?” 

“My lute?”

“Thought it was a baby at first. You was holding it like one.”

“Oh - no - no - !” Somehow, she managed to laugh.

“That’s the spirit,” he encouraged. “Still, you might’ve dropped it. Would’ve been quicker on your feet.”

“I can’t,” said Tav, and patted the smooth wood. “It’s not paid off yet.”

“Makes sense, he said. “How much does one of them lutes go for?”

“Good ones? Pounds and pounds,” she replied. “This one is - it could be better - it’s not Italian - but it’s not bad. I had to get a loan.”

“Aye,” he said. “What’s your name, lass? Seems only proper to introduce ourselves. I’m Rugan.”

“Delighted to make your acquaintance, Rugan,” said Tav in her best cut-glass finishing school accent. He huffed laughter. “My name is Tav.”

“Never heard that one before.”

“No-one has. It’s short for Gustava, which is awful, and Swedish, and I can't - I refuse to be called Gussie.”

“By the gods,” he said, shaken - as well he might be - by the full glory of her name. “I shan’t say what I think of your parents for inflictin’ that on you, lass.”

[sgtjamesrogers]

WIP WEDNESDAY

welcome back to who's wip is it anyway: niche audience edition...... everyone please clap this is 300-500 words from being finished and with a quick edit and polish will probably be up this weekend.

from the final chapter of for the longest time;

Maeve’s truck is the sort that was manufactured sometime in the mid-90s, just before the automobile industry started to pump out vehicles built to break down and fall apart almost immediately off the production line. The cab is built for two passengers with enough bench for a pet or maybe just enough room for Jesus between, the exterior a shining primary red mottled by blooms of rust. Annie and Hughie will ride in the bed with the eggs, ostensibly to keep them protected on the drive, and hopefully not be covered in road dust by the time they make it to Manhattan. 

In spite of the last week, Hughie’s excited. It’s Labor Day weekend, and there’s not quite a chill in the air, but a promise of one just the same. The ‘back to school’ feeling makes him think anything could happen, with a thousand branching paths to be taken and the possibility churning like a river before him. It almost makes up for—

Butcher climbs up onto the tailgate, grunting as he laboriously pulls his weight up by one knee. 

Hughie freezes, his eyes darting from Annie on his left blithely checking her phone, back to Butcher, swinging the tailgate closed. And then back to Annie again. He wonders what else they might have said, while he wasn’t quite asleep. 

There’s a lot more of Butcher’s skin showing than he’s seen in weeks and Hughie devours the sight of it before he can stop himself. His eyes rake over the curve and mild valley of his chest between the buttons of Butcher’s atrociously patterned short-sleeve shirt; the freckles and moles half-hidden by the hair scattered there. The meaty swell of his bicep, also freckled, as he settled himself between the wheel well and the closed tailgate. The bony protrusion of his ankle, where the raggedy edge of his jeans’ cuffs has ridden up. It’s worse than ever, knowing what his skin tastes like. 

Butcher snaps his fingers, a quick attention-grabbing click click click next to his face. There’s an almost-snarl of pleasure curling his lips. It’s a non-verbal eyes up here, lad. 

Caught out, Hughie startles, heat rushing over his face. Again he looks from Annie, who hasn’t even looked up from her scrolling, to Butcher, and back to Annie. No one says a word, and they bake lightly in the Kansas sun with the barest breeze tugging at the flyaway strands of their hair and Cheesecake boofing out low lazy barks at some distance, followed by goats bleating in chorus. The tiny back window of the truck cab slides open. 

“Everyone strap in or hold on, we’re heading out!” Hughie thinks, definitely not for the first time, that he might be in over his head. 

[crawlspacefics]

Hey,

I don't know if you know a lot about cars or not but I've compiled a list of cars of what the senshi would drive and you can tell me what you think.

(If you can look it up if you want)

(This is also going to be a long one lol)

Usagi- Newer Volkswagen Beetle because she thinks it's cute

Ami- Toyota Corolla or Honda Civic. She prefers something reliable and economical.

Makoto- Toyota FJ Cruiser or New Ford Bronco because I see her as an off road driver who enjoys exploring.

Rei- Probably something that runs and drives but I would lean her towards something that is cheap and practical while still enjoying it. Probably a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo or a Subaru Impreza WRX Hatchback.

Minako- Something cool like a BMW M5 F10 (Rip water pump lol) or 2012 Mercedes SL-Class (Rip engine due to trashing the shit out of that car lol)

Michiru- Something fancy yet practical such as a Mercedes E-Class Wagon Diesel or Volkswagen Passat 4Motion.

Haruka- Sport cars obviously lol. I would think a BMW M3 E46 Convertable for daily driver and Volkswagen Golf R to take Hotaru to school while still looking cool lol

Hotaru- Haruka's Golf but Michiru would get her a Toyota Yaris to start but if she doesn't want it, then she's going to get her own car lol.

Setsuna- Anything that runs and drives lol

I love this question! 🌞🚙 (Though I warn I'm not a knowledgeable car person and most of this is based on aesthetics. Also, I'm adding to, not disagreeing with your choices. I like the Yaris!)

Usagi - I agree on the newer Beetle Bug. She needs an automatic, it would be pale yellow with cute glitter decals on the windows and a pink license plate frame. I'd even say she has a pink fuzzy steering wheel cover and some kind of cute pink seat covers. There would be a little crystal hanging from the rearview mirror.

Rei - I feel like I'm being mean to her, but Rei has a faded 1977 Red Gremlin hatchback with the white stripes. It runs (and not much else). And she can shove a dozen people into the hatchback if she really tries. She's no frills with this and also refusing to take anything from her father even though he could have/maybe offered her a nicer vehicle.

Ami - this one was harder. I actually see her on a scooter with a cute little basket on the front. Pale blue with white details and a matching helmet. But, if she were to get a car, it would be a Smart Car. Same pale blue with white details and a little black cat decal on the back window. She's getting her transportation to take her from point A to point B without really thinking of passengers. If it's more than just her going anywhere, the other person is driving. Or alternately, a dark blue Prius.

Makoto - my girl has a small, budget-friendly pick-up truck. Specifically, a Chevy LUV (manufactured by Isuzu). Fading baby blue with a rust spot on the hood and a pink plastic flower hanging from the rearview mirror. She keeps an old wooden crate in the bed to throw stuff in and has a flowered license plate frame. Alternately, she gets a classic Bronco. There's still a wooden crate in the back.

Minako - my party girl gets a party vehicle. A bright sunny yellow VW Bus with polished chrome. It's a bitch to park in Tokyo but she loves it. It has a hippie stoner look but only because Minako loves the aesthetic of all the rainbows and colors and peace sign stickers. There's a blue bird figure glued to the dashboard and she pats its head every time she gets in. Fuzzy dice! Artemis has his very own customized cat seat slung over the front bench (it can be relocated if he wants to get in the back to get away from the commotion of the entire crew on a road trip). She has a custom license plate - SAYLAV

Haruka - like you said, definitely sport cars. And more than one because she married really well. 😁 I definitely see her going with mostly modern cars, like day one off the assembly line. There's a Porsche involved. But there has to be a classic 1965 Shelby Mustang in there somewhere. White with a dark blue racing stripe. She would not besmirch her car with decals. LOL

Michiru - she's going for classy and high end. I had to look some of these up because I'm not familiar with high end 😅, but I could see her in something like a Lexus LFA as her everyday driver. But I'm also giving her a high end modern Jeep for fun, like when they go on trips to the mountains. It is teal. Because she is girly.

Setsuna - she's going for basic use and reliability. Cadillac XTS in dark burgundy.

Hotaru - she'll inherit Michiru's Jeep and have it repainted purple. 😎

[charthanry]

TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

I was tagged by @hughungrybear :)

THREE SHIPS

Current or all-time? I’ll just go with the three that immediately come to mind:

Pat and Pran, Bad Buddy (obvs)

Steve and Tony, MCU

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, MDZS

*Honorable mention to Jake and Amy from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

FIRST SHIP

Ever? Hmm, before Pacey and Joey it was Anne and Gilbert from the Anne of Green Gables series (books AND Kevin Sullivan’s tv adaptation from the mid-1980s). Gilbert Blythe was my first crush. Anne and Gil’s relationship taught my younger and impressionable self that love was friendship caught on fire and to never settle for anything less; that you can fall both slowly and ardently. Gilbert and Anne set the goalpost for all my future ships, with Gilbert proving that sometimes the nice guy does get the girl.

Also, I cannot imagine a more picturesque backdrop to fall in love in than Prince Edward Island. It’s on my bucket list to visit.

LAST SONG

I’ve been listening to a lot of K-Drama OST lately. I usually have one song on loop for weeks until it wears itself out on my spotify. Last month it was “With You” by Jimin and Ha Sung Woon from Our Blues (fantastic drama btw, I ugly cried in nearly every episode). This week it’s “Goodbye” by WENDY from The Beauty Inside.

LAST MOVIE

I’m embarrassed to admit this, but just yesterday I rewatched Leap Year on Netflix. I shamefully also own the DVD. Gah, *hides face* don’t look at me. 

It’s a cheesy, clichéd, and improbable romcom about an American who impulsively follows her boyfriend to Ireland to propose to him on February 29th. Cue the endless mishaps and series of incredibly manufactured bad luck. She ends up falling instead for the stranger who helps her on the way. The script is silly and absurdly unrealistic, but damn if the chemistry and charm of the two leads doesn’t save the day. 

My favorite scene is when Matthew Goode’s ‘Declan’ wakes up alone on a bus stop bench and realizes that Amy Adam’s ‘Anna’ has left him without waking him to say goodbye. The disappointment and regret in his body language is so palpable that Anna who is standing behind him watching, feels every ounce of his turmoil. She studies him for a beat before breaking the moment with banter. And damn, Matthew conveyed all this just by the way he stands and very subtly slumps his shoulders in defeat. And Anna’s reaction to seeing him this way is just...so telling that you want to shake her and say c’mon girl, you’re chasing the wrong guy. 

It doesn’t hurt that this era of young Matthew Goode is totally my aesthetic. Just look at him. Add to all this the brogue-y accent and WOOF.

CURRENTLY READING

I consume written media the same way I consume music and shows. I devour it. I practically subsist on Ao3 content alone. Lately, it’s been a lot of Red, White & Royal Blue fics in anticipation and giddiness for the upcoming movie.

CURRENTLY WATCHING

I’m in the middle of season 2 of my annual West Wing binge-watch. I’m by no means into politics, but I have yet to discover better American television than Aaron Sorkin’s The West Wing. It’s nearly perfect in its execution.

Currently waiting on a lot of shows to finish airing so that I can binge watch (I’m not making the mistake I did with Bad Buddy by watching it every week, I nearly died). On my list: 

Never Let Me Go

My School President

Crash Course in Romance

Moonlight Chicken

CURRENTLY CONSUMING

Right now? Snacking on Irvins Salted Egg Salmon Skin chips that I got from Costco. It’s deceptively bad for you (high in both cholesterol and sodium content), but the ‘dangerously addictive’ boast on the packaging is wildly accurate.

CURRENTLY CRAVING

Food-wise? A big bowl of homemade pho with all the accoutrements. 

ONWARD TAGS

@depressingly-lonely @hereforlou @reasonablysurmised @aliceisathome @keelpay @inhumanevoid @frostluvrs @faillen @leconcombrerit @rosetintednerdglasses and anyone else that wants to join!

[gapaskat]

Addressing Response to Customer Difficulties: Starting Point

What are the common problems encountered by CMU students nowadays?

In this journal, you will learn about our journey of finding problems and how we were able to come up with this particular product in order to achieve a more efficient and productive academic life for college students.

The first thing we did during the first week was to create a plan on how we will conduct our interview and how many prospective people we need including the college they should be from. The team agreed on making interviews by pair; one person will do the asking while the other will do the documentation.

After some interviews, we gathered all the information and shared it together with other members.

After giving it some thought, we took notes of the problems raised and created possible solutions to each of them. The next day, we interviewed another group of people for further investigation. The following is the summarization of the data gathered from respondents.

Data Gathered:

• 2Males (From Agriculture) - Problem: Garbage’s on Agriculture Benches

• 1 male (From CAS) - Problem: Lack of trash bins & sometimes no water on Comfort Rooms

• 1 Female (From CFES) - Problem: CMU market is too far printings

• 1 Female (From CBM) - Problem: CMU market is too far school supplies

• 2 Females (Graduate Students) -Problem: Financial problem

• 1 Female (Veterinary Medicine) - Problem: CMU market is too far printing

• 1 Female (Education) -Problem: Slow internet

• 5 Females (CAS, Psychology) -Problem: Lack of benches

A total of 14 customers are interviewed. And then we all gathered together to brainstorm and discuss our possible plans.

In consideration of the data’s we have gathered while conducting interviews, we noticed that there was diverse array of problems from our customers' answers. The group decided to formulate possible solutions to the problems while also considering the opportunity to profit. The most significant one was financial problems, our chosen solution for this was to construct or create a platform for a marketplace where we will play the role of a broker. It aims to give opportunities for students to:

1. Dispose of their old possessions through selling second-hand items (books, print-outs, yoga mats, swimsuits, etc.) 2. Allows them to buy items at a lesser price. 3. Easy access for available boarding houses in the area.

However, it requires a lot of estimations and assumptions and we found out that CMU already has an online marketplace.

Another best alternative we are able to formulate was the solution to the distance of the CMU market in regards to printing services. We came up with the decision to choose the printing problems to be addressed. After considering other variables, the team has made an idea of providing a self-service, coin-generated, Vendo printing machine rather than using a regular printer which needs someone to operate and provide assistance for all the time. It is super convenient and can be less hassle since we only need to provide maintenance for it once in a while. For that cause, we did research if this product is available in the market or is yet to be created.

To find out that it is currently unavailable in the local market, we are advised to manufacture the product ourselves, because formulating it on our own and managing its service function would dampen the fixed cost, causing us to hardly match the value of the product in the value the customers can afford to give which can dampen the possibility of profitability. With that in plan, we established steps to properly manufacture the product and as to where we will market it.

The group formulated the following measures:

• Collaborate with people with expertise in the making of the product (IT technicians/ Engineers) • Interview experts as to the costs of manufacture, the processes and licenses needed to manufacture the product. • Have the estimation as to the possibility of profitability or determine the economic value of the product in a certain point of time. • Make a model or prototype of the product, as to the process of using it • Devise a clear plan on whom to sell the product.

To sum up, working with other institutions to create a clear plan for marketing your product might be a smart step to access new markets, make use of pooled resources, and ultimately succeed more in the education industry. Our teamwork leads to productivity, innovation, decision-making, communication and personla growth, while also fostering strong relationships among team members.

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Why would anyone need an AR-15? To take down a herd of buffalo?

April 30, 2023

I generally try to steer clear of writing about political issues. However, when it comes to my repugnance toward assault-style rifles, as Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys once crooned, "Well, it's been building up inside of me for, oh, I don't know how long."

It was 11 years ago that my wife and I moved to Grand Haven when, for the first time, I noticed a guy at the local Powerhouse wearing a black t-shirt with a graphic of an AR-15 on the front and the words "COME AND TAKE IT."

I thought to myself...really?

I already knew I didn't like the guy. I'd seen him several times before, yacking with friends around the exercise machines. He was a big mouth who did lots of talking and very little exercising.

I was in the locker room one evening, packing my bag to go home, when he walked in and sat down on a bench. It was just the two of us in the room. I'm not sure what possessed me, but I pointed to his shirt and said, "Is that what you really think, man?"

He began to rant: "You're damn right...I'll be prepared when they come...Gotta a shelter, amunition, rations, everything I need..."

I stood there dumbfounded. Finally, I said, "So if they--whoever they are--come with artilery, bombers, etc., you're going to stand up to them, is that right?"

"Hell yes," he said, "We'll have that stuff, too."

The guy was a nutjob.

Later that same year a troubled--to put it mildly--20-year-old with Asperger's Syndrome named Adam Lanza walked into Sandy Hook Elementary in Newport, Connecticut, with a Bushmaster AR-15 and two handguns. He opened fire, murdered six adults and--I use the next word advisedly--obliterated 20 first-graders between the ages of six and seven years old.

Some of those kids had not yet learned how to tie their own shoes.

Between the increase of people like the guy I confronted at the Grand Haven Powerhouse--during my recent stay in Florida I noticed burly dudes wearing COME AND TAKE IT shirts every day--and the growing propensity to "shoot first" if a stranger pulls into one's driveway or sets foot on one's porch, America's gun culture has devolved into something worse: gun idolatry.

Well count me among those who think we should banish the manufacture of all AR-15-type rifles for civilian use. Totally. Right now. They should not be made ever again for use by anyone but soldiers on the battle field.

No one should be able to own a weapon of war like the one that Lanza used to fire 150 rounds and cause the human carnage he inflicted upon those Sandy Hook kids--some of whom could be identified only by matching DNA provided by their parents.

Let that sink in for a moment.

The way I see it, there ought to be a federal program to start buying back the 20 million AR-15-type weapons that exist in this country today. After a few years of buy-back efforts there should be stiff penalties for anyone found to be in possession of one.

If it's ludicrous to think that someone would use an assault rifle to take down a herd of Buffalo, what does it say that someone took out a classroom full of children with one.

Ban the AR-15 and all military-style assault rifles.

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Addendum #1 You can also count me in among those who support background checks, age restrictions, red flag laws and other sensible regulations to start chipping away at the rise in deaths by gun violence in America.

And if you're a huge supporter of the Second Ammendment, understand this: If a wave of common sense laws should ever sweep this country, no, they won't be coming to take your guns--not your deer rifles, not your shotguns, not the handgun you may feel you need for protection while making a deposit at the bank or to protect your family against criminals, wackos or extremeists storming through your front door.

Addendum #2 I was in grade school when my home room nun conducted a discussion during religion class about the Fifth Commandment, "Thou shalt not kill." She said something that day that made complete sense to me as a child and that I still believe today:

No one has the right to kill another person with a gun, knife or any other weapon unless you are certain that he or she is about to kill you.

If a stranger is at your door and does something that causes you to feel as though your life may soon be threatened, you can shoot above the door. I suspect that most perpetrators would turn tail and run after that. But until the bad guy forces his or her way in and "crosses the threshold," you do not have the right to shoot to kill.

Addendum #3 If you have children and you have guns at home that are not locked in a safe, sooner or later your kids are going to find them. As a child, I knew where my Dad hid his deer rifle. I may have been ten years old when I first went up to the attic, uncovered his gun, pulled back the bolt, checked the chamber to see if it was loaded, and pulled the trigger. (I had seen my Dad do it when showing off his rifle to friends.) I did that dozens of times as a kid. And in high school, my buddy Tony knew where his dad hid the key for his gun cabinet. When his parents were away, we put his dad's shotgun and some shells in the trunk of the car, drove with friends to a wooded area, and fired away at sparrows--while knowing little more about guns than what we picked up from watching cowboy movies on TV. If your guns aren't kept in a safe with combination lock, sooner or later your kids are going to find them. And then what?

Addendum #4 Three times--once in Georgia, twice in Ohio--I have walked into a store or restaurant and noticed someone strapped with a firearm at his side. On each occassion I felt my body involuntarily shudder. And as I proceeded down the aisle or took a seat at a table, I thought about the many times that I was at a late night party, or last call at "the Phase," or at a sporting event where tempers flared and a fight broke out. What might have happened during those times, I wondered, had the laws been such that testosterone-filled pals buzzed on cheap beer could openly carry handguns? I suspect that some of them--maybe even an innocent bystander like me--would not still be standing today.

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I acknowledge that some monumental problems underlie a large part of the gun violence in America today--mental health issues, poverty, illiteracy, undereducation, unemployment, crime, etc. I'll just say this: We should be spending a lot more time on trying to resolve them than we do on freaking out over men who like to pull on women's clothing or what pronouns to use in a sentence.

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Tim knew history class was gonna be weird when they started the semester by reading “The Butterfly Effect.” Dr. Fenton led a class discussion on basic principles of Chaos Theory and an overview of multiversal timelines. It was interesting, and he found that he actually enjoyed the time spent in the class instead of feeling it was worthless when he could be ‘Robin-ing’.

Then, once the teacher was satisfied that his new class understood the theoretical implications of time travel, he handed them all permission slips to take home. The slip specified that the class would be “visiting sites of historical import” to “further their understanding of formative events in history”. Tim couldn’t imagine there were enough historically important sites around Gotham to fill a full school year but, hey, it sounded nice to get out of the building. Every week would start with a field trip related to the part they were studying in their world history textbook, then the rest of the week would be dedicated to discussion and analysis. They were of course expected to have read the relevant chapters the weekend before. It was all very organized, and just the sort of high-value class Gotham Academy was known for.

Tim didn’t bother asking Bruce—he just forged the man’s signature on the form and turned it in to Dr. Fenton at the end of class the next day. The man grinned at him. “Great! Can’t wait to see you next Monday, Tim! Come prepared with walking shoes and practical clothes, okay?”

Tim always had spare clothes just in case, so it wasn’t even strange to pack a set to change into. Dr. Fenton gave them ten minutes to change before leading them out of the building and onto a bus. It wasn’t a regular school bus; instead of the orange-yellow he expected, the whole thing was a sleek chrome with green accents. It was recognizably a bus, but he couldn’t place a manufacturer.

Dr. Fenton was the one to climb into the driver’s seat. The dashboard was insane—buttons and levers and dials, and instead of a steering wheel, there was a control stick like you’d find in a jet.

Tim had a weird feeling about this. Not bad, but… Hmm. Maybe he should have let B know he’d be on a field trip after all.

Tim picked a spot near the front at an emergency door, opposite to the side of the driver so he could keep an eye on the doctor. While he seemed affable and harmless, too many rogues had started as teachers for Tim to let his guard down.

The bus was spacious enough that everyone in their smaller AP class could sit alone if they wanted. The seats themselves actually had seatbelts, reminding him more of plane seats than bus benches.

Once everyone had found a seat, Fenton called out, “Seatbelts, everybody!”

A chorus of clicks and mumbled complaints followed that. Tim buckled the belt, catching the eye of the student across from him, who shrugged. Weird but whatever.

“Alrighty, here we go!”

The man flipped switches and hit dials, and a feeling like vertigo descended over Tim. The world through the window changed. The colors inverted, the ground seemed to melt, buildings vanished, and suddenly they were somewhere else. Somewhere with a green sky.

“Retracting landing gear,” the doctor said, “and firing up thrusters!”

The roar of an engine followed his announcement. He hit the gas and Tim hit the seat, plastered to cloth by G-force as the apparent rocket-bus took off.

“Maybe I should have stayed home today…” someone behind Tim moaned.

Tim almost agreed. But at least he was here to help his classmates survive whatever twisted game their new villain was playing. He couldn’t go full Robin, but he could make his life difficult, easily.

“Not to worry kids! Indus River Valley Civilization, here we come! Hope you guys remembered to read your chapters. We’re doing a civ comparison after this!”

Tim realized then that what “visiting sites of historical import” meant to Dr. Fenton was a little different than what he’d assumed.

Holy shit, this was a field trip.

Tim grinned. Well, as long as nobody died… best field trip ever!

DP x DC prompt - Mr. Fenton and His Magic School Bus

I’ve seen a lot of posts where there is unhinged science teacher Danny and people compare him to Ms. Frizzle.

But what if it can actually happen?

Like Fenton-Tech is weird enough and Danny (as Ghost King) would have access to all the tech and magic across all dimensions. Not to mention he has a good relationship with someone who is essentially the Lord of Time.

So imagine Gotham Academy Teacher Danny who believes in practical experience and/or first-hand experience.

Mix in a bit of Fenton-tech here, a bit of time magic there and you have a class full of high schoolers who have witnessed things.

It’s a toss up whether people believe them or not because thanks to Clockwork, no time has actually passed when they left.