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frogofalltime · 11 months ago

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05.03.2024

i woke up at 7am, ate breakfast, and got ready for class. my 9am lecture was about FROGS so you bet i was there EARLY and READY TO LEARN >:)

then i had lab from 10am to 1pm. half our group didn't show up and there wasn't enough equipment for the whole class so we spent the first two hours Literally Doing Nothing while waiting for our turn and then the last hour frantically trying to get everything done now that we were able to use the equipment. it was very stressful. but i made the most of the time when there wasn't much to do by taking time out from the lab, sitting in the sunshine, and eating Second Breakfast (because i wouldn't get a break from class until 2pm and i was really hungry already at 11am).

next was a lecture that was incredibly boring, it was a recap of stuff we already knew followed by an unnecessarily long explanation of how to solve simultaneous equations (which is something we definitely learned in high school or even before that ??) and i was really tired so i fell asleep. i was woken up at the end of the lecture by @etherealspacejelly poking me lmao. we went back to the house, but robin needed Alone Time and i was Going Insane From Everything, so i left.

on my way home i went for a walk in the park to try and feel better and enjoy the nice weather. i sat on a bench in the sun and it actually felt almost warm on my face. but then i realised i hadn't eaten lunch yet and i had an appointment with the gender clinic at 4:10pm so i rushed home and quickly ate something before that.

i was dreading the appointment because i had to talk about my family's transphobia, the recent incident with my mother, and how i was feeling like i was being forced to detransition. but it was actually very useful and they helped me to see the positives of transition and come up with a plan to write something down and use that to explain my feelings and identity to my mother next time she brings up the topic.

after that i was absolutely exhausted but it was only 5:30pm and i still had so many things i needed to do. robin encouraged me to do my laundry because i hadn't done it for two and a half weeks. so i dragged my heavy bag of dirty clothes to the laundry room at my student accommodation and somehow squeezed everything into one washing machine.

while my clothes were washing i decided to go to the small shop near my building to get the food i needed instead of having to go all the way to the big (and very overstimulating) supermarket. that way i could tick another Big Daunting Task off my list (GROCERY SHOPPING) without actually using up too many spoons in the process.

when i had put away my shopping i sat down for a few minutes to rest but then i realised my laundry was just about to finish so i forced myself to get up and collect it. i put as much of it in the dryer as i could, and took the rest to air dry in my room, because once again i had way too much laundry to possibly hang it all up on my clothes airer.

by now i was extremely tired and overwhelmed so i lay down on my bed in the dark and listened to music to calm myself down. but then even the music was too overstimulating so i just turned it off and lay there in silence.

i needed to eat, but i had no energy to cook, so i just ate soup and toast, while reading percy jackson. then i washed my dishes, and went back to the laundry room to collect my clothes from the dryer.

i put away the dry laundry while listening to music because i knew if i didn't do it now it would stay in my brain as a Big Task and stress me out. when i had done that i changed into my pyjamas, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. i did not have the energy to take a shower.

it was not even 10pm yet so i let myself relax by working on my sewing project in bed, while listening to youtube in the background. finally i went to sleep around midnight.

#binya of the day

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mylifeasaserver · 2 years ago

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My day as it happened: Saturday Host

10AM: Show up at the restaurant, since both hostesses have quit they had nobody for either shift. There’s nobody here but servers, which suits me just fine. The rotation is already set up for me, and Manager Lite doesn’t work day shift. Glorious.

11AM: There’s a decent little rush happening. I have not been bitched at by a single server, though the GM asks me why I refused to clear tables on Monday. Because it was dead and servers can handle their shit when they have no tables. I tell her if it’s legitimately busy I’ll help them out, but as I’m not being paid any extra to do their job for them, if it’s slow they can just do it themselves. She wisely decides that her best course of action is to go away.

12PM: Discover that 6-top from Monday left a scathing review on a website feedback thing. Summed up: “Slow as fuck in the restaurant, cook screaming for somebody to get our food, yet our waitress couldn’t be bothered.” They do not mention their witty host. It’s actually pretty busy, so I clear some tables. I’m not supposed to use bus tubs for reasons beyond my comprehension but I do it anyway because fuck stupid rules.

1PM: The rush is over already, servers begin asking to be cut. Sorry can’t help you there. The angry cook arrives. He’s drinking what I can only assume to be his 7th energy drink of the day. He asks me if I’m serving tonight. I am not. “Fuck,” he says.

2PM: GM has given me the list of cuts and tells me “to use my discretion” when making those cuts. Given that the restaurant is empty, I cut the entire list save for 3 servers (out of 11.) Servers are happy with me. A couple ask me to sign their side work off, but I decline. “Why not? You know the side work!” Because I’m a host today. The amazing disappearing dishwasher comes in.

3PM: Manager Lite arrives. I get a dirty look as she passes the podium. I cut another day shift server. The 2 remaining day shift servers are on a double, so they stay. Seat 2 tables. Manager Lite runs back to the podium to ask me why I skipped her in rotation. I didn’t. Manager Lite doesn’t like me very much. She’s heard I cleared tables for days when they got busy and now expects the same treatment tonight. Life is just full of disappointments.

4PM: The drama queen has arrived, having a heated conversation on her phone as she passes the podium. Something about “beating some ass” as though she wouldn’t start crying 11 seconds into a fight. Another table comes in and Manager Lite is sat. She runs back to the podium to ask why I sat her those people. Because you’re next in rotation, not my fault or problem that they’re clearly not tippers. Meanwhile the day time cooks leave and the shift supervisor arrives - already a few drinks deep. The amazing disappearing dishwasher leaves “to get something from his car.”

5PM: I seat 4 tables totaling 9 people - 1 each for the remaining day shift servers, 1 for Manager Lite, and 1 for the drama queen. Rotation! The drama queen never greets her table. When the guests come up to ask if they’re getting service, I move them to a day shift server’s section. I do not update rotation.

5:25PM: The drama queen comes to question me on why she hasn’t been sat yet. My answer of “I did, but you never greeted them so now they’re [server’s] table.” sends her careening to the office. I seat another 2 tables, both in the day shifters sections. Manager Lite demands the next table. Since she’s next in rotation I just roll my eyes.

5:30PM: An obviously drunk shift supervisor visits me to ask why I skipped the drama queen. Once I tell her that I sat her already but she couldn’t be bothered to greet them so I moved them to another section, she mumbles off to return to the office.

5:40PM: The drama queen, looking like the younger sibling that just got the older one in trouble, comes up to ask me when she’s being sat next. I tell her where rotation is at.

6PM: 2 tables come in together. I seat Manager Lite and the drama queen. Both are now angry with me because they were sat after they ordered food. Good. Be mad.

6:30PM: The restaurant has scant few tables, so I cut the day shift people. Moments after I cut them, Manager Lite comes to the podium to tell me to cut the day shift people, quote, “So I can make some money.” She has yet to realize she works in the wrong restaurant for that.

7PM: The day shift servers are gone. 2 more tables come in and the drama queen tells me to let her know when she’s been sat so she can make some calls. I will not. I seat both servers.

7:15PM: The table I just sat walks out, never having been greeted or acknowledged. Because I’m a remorseless asshole, I decide to just stop seating the drama queen until she emerges from her makeshift lair in the break area. Tables come in at a manageable pace that even the most green of servers could handle alone with minimal help.

8:25PM: Manager Lite has 5 tables. Benevolently, I decide to run food. Hell, I even cleared a few tables. Not because it was particularly busy, but because I knew when the drama queen finds out that I didn’t go get her like she told me to she would lose her mind. If I help Manager Lite, she won’t go looking for the drama queen.

8:45PM: I seat 2 more tables. I have not seen the drama queen yet. Given that the other tables have paid and are slowly filtering out, I stop clearing and resetting. Manager Lite looks at the podium where I’m standing, decides it isn’t worth it, and goes back to her tables.

8:55PM: The drama queen finally emerges into the dining room to discover that several tables were sat, ate, and left without her being notified. She clocks out and leaves, not having a single table all shift long. She gives me the finger on the way out, crying the entire way. I smile and wave at her like the guy at the end of a Family Guy episode. I feel zero guilt.

9PM: Manager Lite decides that it is worth going to the podium to bother me after all. I’m then ordered to not only clean the dining room for her but also to help with side work and roll silverware. I decide that my shift is over. Had she asked like I was an equal (which I am) I might have helped because I know it sucks getting left like this...but she likes barking orders.

9:02PM: At the time clock I hear Manager Lite bitching at the cook, demanding he puts off doing his work to come around and do hers first. First he laughs at her and then tells her in no uncertain terms to fuck off. I clock out.

As I leave I see the amazing disappearing dishwasher in his car, parked next to me. He’s asleep. I do not wake him.

No idea if anybody came in after that since I ran out of there like my ass was on fire.

I’m thinking my time here is nearly at an end. Complete and total shit show. -J

#restaurant #server #waiter #host

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sexypinkon · 2 years ago

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Medulla Art Gallery is pleased to invite you to

"EDEN" BY STUART HAHN

OPENING RECEPTION:

Date: Thursday 27th July 2023

Time: 7pm - 9pm

Venue: Medulla Art Gallery

Address: #37 Fitt Street, Woodbrook, Port of Spain.

For more information please contact:

Telephone: +1(868)680-1041, +1(868)622-1196

Email: [email protected]

Artist’s Talk: Thursday 10th August, 2023 at 7pm-9pm

Exhibition continues until: Tuesday 29th August, 2023

FREE ADMISSION - OPEN TO THE PUBLIC

Gallery hours: Mon-Fri 10am-6pm, Sat 11am-2pm

ABOUT THE SHOW:

The story of Eden has intrigued me since childhood and this exhibition is one of the results of that, undertaken with the greatest reverence to the countless great artists who have indulged in the very same obsession over time immemorial. Philosophically I’ve come away from it with more questions than answers, especially about the god it features, the strange and disturbing notion and concept of Original Sin, what really is this thing called evil… etc etc. How closely it resembles so many other creation stories, and how it also differs from them. The cherubim obviously impressed me, though I could not bring myself to depict them as the monstrous physically deformed creatures described elsewhere.. The sad, blood-soaked story of the first murder, for me, needs much more explanation than its given. The choice of the snake as the embodiment of evil, handmade of Satan… why? Poor womankind, the bringer of the species, its very womb, so demonized… how come, why? This exhibition is the edited version of these ruminations, perhaps there will be another to complete the process, if time allows. There are also two drawings here from another ongoing series, Dante’s Divine Comedy, of the pathetic plight of Paulo and Francesca, also, hopefully, another exhibition.

ABOUT THE ARTIST:

Stuart Hahn was born in Nevis in 1949 and was educated in Barbados and Trinidad to A level. He began his artistic career in commercial-advertising art before leaving that discipline to become a full time fine artist in his homeland, Trinidad. His exhibition career began in 1984 in Port of Spain, since then he has exhibited internationally, to the present day. He has illustrated local folklore and universal myths and legends, predominantly Greek and Judeo-Christian. His influences have been the Pre-Raphaelites, Symbolists, Art Nouveau, and early 20th century book illustration, the great Alf Codallo and the beauty of the people and landscape of his island home.

Graphic Design: Agyei Archer

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gamerbot-22 · 2 years ago

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So on top of it being Pride Month, it’s also my mom’s birthday today!

And she’s been sharing around this fundraiser for our local library!

This library means a ton to the both of us. My mother does a lot of fibercraft (knitting, crocheting, etc) and the library has hosted lessons and lectures for a long time! I also have been working as a volunteer for a long time, and recently started running DnD games for a group of local kids in their children’s room, and a handful of those kids, including myself, are some brand of LGBTQ+. I also have this library to thank for my love of reptiles, it’s where I met and adopted my first lizard, Gizmo, from.

Money to this library means more books that are ready accessible to the people in my town and better facilities (not long ago a pipe burst and ruined a hallway and a bathroom’s worth of space, so that took a huge chunk out of their budget.)

If any of y’all can spare anything, my mom, the library, and I would all be super appreciative! I don’t know if they take international donations, just in case this post somehow goes that far, but even just a signal boost would be amazing! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#Rosie Rambles #fundraiser #birthday #Dungeons and Dragons #DnD #Library #public libraries #Gizmo the Friendly Gecko (RIP)

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oldsalempost-blog · 17 days ago

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The Old Salem Post

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 8 Issue 6 Week of January 6, 2025 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: The Salem Methodist Church invites our community to a chili supper on Saturday January 11th from 4PM-6PM at the Salem Community Center. Get to know your neighbors and the needs in our community. Come meet new friends and share awareness to needs in our community. When we bring people together we can share our joys, multiply our gifts and talents and meet needs for one another. Like the late great Billy Graham said, “God has given us two hands--one to receive with and the other to give with.” Lynne R Martin

TOWN of SALEM: 5 Park Avenue Monday-Friday 8AM-5PM. Closed 12-1 for lunch. 864-944-2819

Salem Library: 5 Park Avenue Mon 10AM-6PM, Tues-Fri 9AM-5PM. Closed 12-1. 864-944-0912

Eagle Alumni 3rd Annual Reunion: Sat, March 1, 2PM-5PM the Salem/Tamassee-Salem and Eagle Ridge alumni will reunite and visit their beloved school grounds. Call your classmates to meet up for a reunion! Call Judy Hines at 864– 557-0869 or Susan Hopkins at 864-247-4622 for more information.

Jottings from Miz Jeannie by Jeannie Barnwell The Pleasure & Power of a Thank You Note Knock me over with a feather! Stamps to send Christmas cards set me back at 60 cents each. I remember when it cost three cents to mail a letter! It's on my heart to remind you that sending a Thank You Note means more than you can imagine, especially to older relatives without computer skills. In this fleeting existence of e-mails and e-messages, a handwritten note with a 60 cent stamp may be cherished. Why have Thank You Notes gone the way of the buggy whips? Today's parents were not encouraged to write them, so they don't pass on the tradition. Here are TIPS for encouraging thank you notes. 1) Prepare a traveling basket with stationery, pens & stamps. 2) Bring the basket along when you go out to eat. 3) HELP captive audience write the note by suggesting the opening line and assisting with spelling, 4) Don't fuss over mistakes. The note does not have to be perfect. Just get it done before dinner is served. Happy New Year *** Love You forever***Like You For Always MIZ JEANNIE

ASHTON RECALLS by Ashton Hester LIFE IN THE 1850s RECALLED IN 1924 LETTER TO THE EDITOR (Second and final installment of a letter to the editor from Wm. E. Emery of Galloway, Ohio in the October 8, 1924 Keowee Courier). . .The first school I attended was at the old Cheohee church. An old Mr. Cowan was the teacher in the summer and old Mr. Sheppard taught the winter session. . .I will mention some of the boys who attended the school there at that time: Jesse Lay, Eli Sheppard, Bush Grant, Perry, Bennett, Moody, Nick Rochester, Martin Mahaffey, Reuben Lee, two or three of the Alexander boys. That was in the year 1851 or 1852. . .Along about 1854 there was a school at Oconee Station, mostly, I think, for advanced pupils. I have been at that place often. . .Oh how the people and the habits have changed since! We wore home-spun clothes at that time and went barefooted in the summer. If one went to a neighbor's house they would invite you to stay for dinner, and as a rule they would have cornbread and pork and maybe rye hominy. . .The people in those days were, as a rule, law-abiding people. Of course we had a court house at Old Pickens, but there was very little business done in the way of the prosecution of law-breakers. Old man Alex. Brice was the sheriff at that time. We children called him "The Hanger Man". . .Oconee county is my birth place, and though I have been away for 60 years, I still have a great respect for and interest in the old county and the people who live there. I love to read the letters in The Courier from different parts of the county. . .I would like for some of your writers to write up the history of the Old Tamassee Farm. . .Now if any of the readers of The Courier happen to know any of the survivors of the Second South Carolina Rifles, please tell them to drop me a line.

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Hours: Wed–Sat 9am-9pm & Sunday 2pm-7pm ( winter hours ) Events this week: Wed: No event. You may bring your own food. Thurs: Old Time Jam 6:30PM You may bring your own food. Fri: Food: Pat’s Hot Dogs ( great local hot dogs ) Music: Peter Webb 6:30PM Sat: Food: Dogs & More starting at noon-until Music: Molly and Josh Johnson at 6:30PM Sun: 2pm-7pm

January Dates for the MOBILE PRIMARY HEALTH CARE thru the Clemson Rural Health offering primary and acute care including chronic disease management. Jan 7th and Jan 23rd 9AM-3PM. Walk-in or call 864-656-3076.

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Located 4 Eagle Lane, Salem SC 29676 The former home of the Golden Eagles of Salem, Tamassee-Salem and Eagle Ridge School

2025 UPCOMING EVENTS Oconee Mountain Opry, Saturday, January 18 at 7PM- ENAC will host performers Finkelstien 3, Rachel Van Slyke, and Cody Gentry & Lauren Link. You will enjoy the high energy bluegrass of Finkelstein 3 from Hendersonville and Shelby NC areas, the beautiful sounds from Rachel Van Slyke, singer-songwriter who travels from Nashville to the west coast, and the Americana/Country music of Cody Gentry & Lauren Link. Tickets $10 online or can be purchased at the door the day of the event. Come early to enjoy homemade concessions, coffee, hot chocolate, hot tea, and visit our Treasure Store. Doors to the auditorium will open at 6:30PM for general admission. Come and experience a real community of musicians in a wonderful old school auditorium.

Women Encouraging Women, Saturday, February 1, 1PM-4PM A woman’s afternoon retreat. Invite your friends, sister, mother, and anyone you think would enjoy an encouraging and uplifting afternoon filled with worship, sharing stories of faith, craft and fellowship time with refreshments followed by our wonderful speaker, minister, friend, and former teacher, Martha Loftis Watson. No admission fee but donations are welcomed. 2025 Ongoing Events Treasure Store open every Saturday 9AM-12PM To donate call 864-557-2462. Eagles Nest Senior Exercise Program: Join friends to exercise at the Eagles Nest Art Center! Classes each Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 9:30AM –10:30AM with Stretching and walking geared for 55 plus. Cost $2.50 each class you attend. For information call 864-280-1258 Name a Seat Opportunities: Call Darlene 864-710-8758 YOUNG APPALACHIAN MUSICIANS– Cost is $50 each month. 3rd grade through adult. Call 864-280-1258 OPUS TRUST ARTIFACTS at ENAC: OPUS Trust is a 501c3 nonprofit dedicated to saving open land, farm land, historic sites and history. Come visit the OPUS Museum of CCC artifacts with a new item on display courtesy of Eugene Rochester. The Tripod vintage camera took pictures all over our county since the 1940s. Open prior to ENAC events and for appointments.

CHURCH NEWS Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA), 580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m. Message: January 5 Mel Davis, January 12 Jack Taylor, January 19 Mel Davis, Paul Chudzik will give the message on January 26. Boones Creek Baptist Church, 264 Boones Creek Road, Salem invites you to join us for regular worship service on Sunday morning with Sunday School at 10am and followed by worship at 11am Calvary Baptist Church, 235 East Main Street, Salem, SC 29676 Sunday School at 10AM and Worship at 11AM MOUNTAIN VIEW WESLEYAN CHURCH, 129 Mountain View Road, Salem SC. Call for more information 864-280-5663 Salem Baptist Church 151 Crestwood Dr, Salem, SC 29676 864-944-7200 Salem Seventh-Day Adventist Church, located 240 W Main St , Salem, cordially invites you to join us every Saturday at 9:30am Salem Methodist Church: 520 Church Street, Salem. 9am for breakfast, 9:15am for Sunday School, and 10:30am for Worship. You may tune in to our live service on Facebook or view it later on our website. Community Women’s Monday Bible Study at 10am in the Fellowship Hall of Salem Methodist Church. Church Prayer Group 11:15 - 12:00 noon following Bible Study on Monday mornings at Salem Methodist Church. ALL are welcome even if you don't attend Salem Methodist Church. Prayer is a blessing from God for everyone. Blessings, Sandy Steblin

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a-slytherinish-gryffindor · 3 years ago

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catalyst - part 2

first things first, before we get to the continuation of catalyst, we'd like to say thank you for staying patient with us, we really appreciate it!

now, to the fic!

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Monday, September 5th, 2005 - 6am

As Marie left her room, she bumped into Allegra and Claude who were getting ready to head to the cafeteria.

“Morning, guys.” yawned Marie, as she made herself her specialty coffee, lovingly named Death Brew.

“Good morning, Mars!” chirped Allegra.

“Good Morning, Mari! We wanted to ask you something,” Claude hesitated and looked towards Allegra for confirmation. “...We, that is Felix, Allan, Allegra, and I have been practicing together to start a band… but we don’t have a lead singer. After yesterday, we talked it over, and wanted to ask you if youwantedtojoinourband?”

“What?” Did she hear that right?

“Join our band?”

Allegra cut in to explain better. “Obviously, this isn’t something we would offer after knowing you for one day, but you seem like an amazing person, and we would all love to get to know you! The fact that you come with Jagged Stone as your honorary brother and are also an amazing singer is a huge plus, but really, we want to be friends with you.” Allegra rambled, nervously.

Marie was shocked. Her new dormmates were really offering something so important to them to her. And not just because of who she was, and what connections she has. Not for her money. Not for fame, and not for love. She could truly see herself being good friends with these teens in time. She shook her head to shake off the intruding thoughts of her past friends and focused back on Allegra and Claude, who were nervously waiting for her answer.

“Yes! Yes, I would love to be in your band! What’s your guys’ band name?”

By that time, the others had come out to join them and were contributing to their ever-growing list of possible band names as they left their dorm and headed to the elevators.

“What about The Catastrophe?” supplied Allan.

“...The Six?”

“...Malfortune?”

“...Heritage?”

“What about The Quantics?” Questioned Claude, absentmindedly.

The others paused.

“You might be on to something, Beauchêne…” Felix hesitated, before continuing, “Since Marie will be our Lead Singer, why don’t we call ourselves Marie and the Quantics?”

Completely shocked, Marie froze, as Allegra and Claude cheered at having found their name and pulled them all in for a group hug.

Marie looked around at her new bandmates and smiled softly. It looked like she would finally find a place she truly belonged in.

The newly named band exits the elevator and makes its way to the cafeteria, where they’ll get their new schedules.

They joined the other tired students who were slowly trickling into the cafeteria for breakfast and sat down at a table, close to the doors, to not get trampled by the students when they rush to get to their first class of the day.

They keep up small talk while the administrator, Camille calls up students to pick up their schedules. One by one, the group picks up their schedules and shares them with each other.

Marie studies her schedule, trying to commit it to memory before she passes it to Allegra.

Class Schedule; Year 2005-2006; Marie Olivia Wayne (Age 16) - Première Student

Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday:

7am-8am: Introduction to Business & Finance (M. Pommel - Lecture Hall 3A)

8am-9am: Physics (Mme. Blanchet - Room 143)

9am-10am: Study Hall

10am-11am: Social Studies (Mlle. Lavigne - Room 112)

11am-12pm: Fashion & Design (Mlle. Bouchard - Room 264)

12pm-1pm: Lunch

1pm-2pm: Pre-Calculus (M. Corbin - Room 173)

2pm-3pm: Jewelry & Accessories I (Mme. Garcia - Room 216)

3pm-4pm: Study Hall (Optional Class on Tuesdays/Thursdays: Studio Art - M. Moreau - Room 294) (Optional Class on Mondays/Fridays: Advanced Guitar 2 - Mme. Beaumont - Room 204)

4pm-5pm: Literary Studies (Mlle. Fontaine - Room 122)

5:30pm-7pm: Physical Education (Fencing; Off-Campus @ Lycee Francois Dupont on Mondays & Fridays - M. D’Argencourt)

Wednesday & Saturday (Half-days):

7am-8am: Textiles & Fabric (Mlle. Bouchard - Room 265)

8am-9am: Voice Lessons/ Songwriting & Production (Mlle. Ferreira & M. Meyer - Room 209)

9am-10am: Study Hall

10am-11am: Fashion History (Mme. Cadieux - Lecture Hall 2C)

11am-12pm: Gymnastics (Mlle. Bassett - Gym Room C)

5:30pm-7pm: Physical Education (Fencing; Off-Campus @ Lycee Francois Dupont on Wednesdays. MMA - Mixed Martial Arts; M. Alarie & Mlle. Baudelaire on Saturdays - School Gymnasium)

*Students have 5 minutes to rotate classrooms.*

**Transportation is provided for Off-Campus classes**

After looking at everyone else’s schedule, she found out that she shared many classes with them.

She shared Voice Lessons & Songwriting/Production with all of her dormmates. She shared Pre-Calculus with Claude, Gymnastics with Allegra, Studio Art and Social Studies with Bridgette, Intro to Business and Fencing with Felix, and Literary Studies with Allan.

They finished up their food and began heading to their new classrooms, ready to start learning.

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Monday, September 5th, 2005 - 3pm

After a, frankly, overwhelming morning, Marie Wayne was jogging to her dorm, to pick up her guitar before her next class, when she crashed into another student who had their hands full of papers, sending them both toppling to the ground and papers fluttering to the ground around them.

“Ugh,” Marie groaned, as she slowly sat up, trying to keep her head from spinning. She turned towards the student she had crashed into and saw him curiously observing her.

She jumped up and stumbled before she got her balance back, and reached out a hand to the boy who had finished picking up his scattered papers on the ground and pulled him up.

She looked up at him and their eyes met, and Marie nearly stumbled again from their intensity.

The boy was absolutely gorgeous. With breathtaking cyan eyes, silky black hair with blue tips, and a friendly, reassuring smile, Marie was near-instantly smitten.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and introduced herself.

“I’m Marie and I am so, so sorry about that. You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m wasn’t hurt. I’m Luka, by the way. Where are you headed to, so distracted?”

“I’m just heading to my dorm to grab my guitar.”

“Well, Marie,” He smiled down at her, “Would you mind if I accompanied you? I’ll be heading to Mme. Beaumont’s class, too.”

“N-no,” She stuttered, “No, I don’t mind if you join me. We’re not far. It’s dorm A-21, just down the hall.”

‘Yeah,’ Marie thought, as she walked to her next class with Luka, 'This is going to be a great fresh start for me.'

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Teaser - Part 1 / Uniform sketch - Part 2 (here) - Part 3 (COMING SOON)

Taglist:

@aespades @corporeal-terrestrial @adrestar @meme991001 @youllgetnojudgementfromme

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catalyst is a group effort and posted under one account (@a-slytherinish-gryffindor) if it’s posted anywhere else without crediting us, please be aware that it has been stolen.

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sweetkeiji · 3 years ago

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𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐍 : 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐣𝐢𝐧

until i found you. for me : darling. for him : my love

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 : strangers to lovers

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 : we met in our first year of college, in the main studying area of our university’s library. at 2pm on this particular saturday afternoon, it was packed–midterms were coming up, so it made sense. in each seat sat another sleep-deprived student, the stress of upcoming exams visibly weighing down their shoulders. i was in the corner, second cup of coffee in hand, glassy eyes skimming over notes and textbook pages. keiji approached me, whispering a quick “hey” as he took the seat beside me. his eyes fell to the well-loved copies of 1984 and fahrenheit 451 that peeked out from my bag. “a fan of dystopias?” he asked, and that’s how our first conversation started. it began with books and literature, but it shifted to other topics like music, our life back home, and our hopes for the future. we talked for an hour or two, earning a few glares from people nearby. noticing this, as well as my now empty coffee cup, he said he knew a nice coffee place not far from campus and asked if i was interested in going with him. sheepishly, i admitted that i didn’t like coffee all that much and only drank it for the caffeine. to this, he laughed and said that they had more than just coffee, insisting that i should check it out with him. i agreed, and we left the library together.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : that cafe he brought me to? it became one of my favourite places in the entire world. part of it was because they had really good food, but i’d be lying if i said keiji didn’t have anything to do with it. we had completely different majors, him english and me medicine, so the 10 minute walk there and the 20 minutes in the cafe itself, half an hour in total, was the only time we had to together. every second of those 30 minutes was spent talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's presence. being with him was comfortable and warm, and that’s why i fell in love with him. i found myself trying to make him smile, scanning the library every afternoon for his familiar face, and admiring him a bit too much for whatever i felt for him to be platonic. it was the same for him: he caught himself looking forward to our daily afternoon meetings and he didn’t fail to notice the slight drop of his heart when i said i had to go to my next class. as time went on, we started to spend more time together. for instance, i woke up earlier to meet him before his 10am classic literature class, while he stayed in the library until closing time to study with me. we’d been around each other so much that others thought we’d already been dating, but despite the feelings we had for each other, neither of us confessed—we were both afraid of ruining this perfect dynamic we had going on.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 : we went ice skating on our first date. the rink he’d brought me to was one of those outdoor ones with the cute little shops and food stalls surrounding it. after roaming for a bit, we rented skates and got on the ice. even though i could skate without gripping the wall for dear life, i still sucked, so our skating experience together was just me clutching his arm the entire time and him dealing with it like the angel he is. towards the end of the night, he noticed that my fingers were ice-cold. he held my hands in his, blowing on them and softly rubbing our hands together to keep them warm. he asked if i wanted to get off the ice to warm up i shook my head and told him i was feeling fine, but he saw my flushed face and insisted we go and get some hot chocolate ( keiji please, i was turning red because of you, not the cold smh )

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

001. new year's drabble by @eitelle

002. the moment he realises he's in love by @aftersamu

003. "my moon" drabble by @rinslove

004. headcanons by @aftersamu

#jin's selfships #keijin #no reblogging ty!

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6

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You said I was the most exotic flower

Holding me tight in our final hour

(Million dollar man - Lana del Rey)

—

You were so happy you were able to leave that lab acting like Jake’s words didn’t affect you.

You walked with your head up to the parking lot.

But the minute you sat in your car, you broke down in tears. You sobbed. You screamed. How could he use you like that? You were disgusted. Wes was right all along.

You turned on your car and an idea flashed through your mind. What if you drove really fast and crashed against a wall or something? Who would care? Jake wouldn’t. Maybe he would be relieved, cause now you wouldn’t tell anyone what you just did.

You saw him leaving the building and his eyes met yours one last time.

He saw that you were crying. And he felt like the worst person in the entire world. He probably was. He should never had let things get this far… not after what Wes told him.

— flahback on—

After you left the classroom on the same day you told him about how Wes was trying to control your life, Jake ended up meeting him in the hallway.

Jake was furious. Wes seemed to be expecting that.

“Excuse me, can we talk for a second?” Jake asked him.

“Sure.” Wes shrugged.

“Y/N told me she’s feeling threatened by you.” He told him. “And for that reason, I don’t think it would be a good idea to keep you involved on my project.”

“Threatened?” Wes laughed sarcastically. “I’m just trying to keep her from doing something stupid.”

“Like what?” Jake controlled his rage, but he didn’t like to hear him talking about you like that.

“I’m going to tell you, professor, even though I assume you already know it.” Wes knew you would kill him if you knew, but seemed like the right thing to do. “Y/N is in love with you. Blindly in love. Listen, I don’t know what happened between the two of you during all these secret meetings, and I don’t know what your intentions are… but I know that however this ends, she’s gonna get hurt. I don’t wanna see that happen. And if she’s as special to you as she believes she is… I bet you won’t want to see that either.”

Jake was speechless. Part of him was happy to know you felt the same way about him. But part of him knew Wes was right… the whole situation was complicated. People would judge you. Besides that, he wasn’t sure if he could give you all you deserved… he was an older man. You liked him now, but how would things be in a few years? He wanted nothing but the best for you.

“So…” Wes said, watching the confusion in Jake’s eyes. “I’m out of your project. I accept that. She won’t listen to me anyway. I just hope you think about what I just told you.”

With those words, he left Jake alone and absolutely lost.

But Wes couldn’t help but notice that there was something weird. The look on Jake’s face wasn’t exactly what he expected. He seemed surprised that you loved him. What if there really wasn’t something going on between you and him? At least now he knew he did all he could to stop that.

— flashback off—

Jake treated you like shit before and after you made love because he had to push you away before things got out of hand and you got hurt too badly. The problem was what happened in the middle of all that. God. He would never forget how you tasted. He would never forget what it felt like to be inside you. To be able to tell you he adored you like he had nothing to worry about… but it was over now.

—

Jake opened the door of his apartment and walked in pushing and throwing on the floor everything he saw in front of him. Tears blurred his vision as he went to the kitchen to do something he hadn’t done in a while.

He poured himself a glass of whiskey. One. Two. Three glasses. Crying on the sink. Took him so long to find the woman of his dreams, but when he did, it’s someone he could never have.

Four glasses.

He grabbed the whole bottle and walked towards his office.

He sat down, turned his laptop on and tried to think of the right words to put on that letter.

—

It was a long weekend. You didn’t cry anymore. But you still felt terrible. You stared at the ceiling in silence because all TV shows seemed to be about happy couples and all songs seemed to talk about love.

You didn’t show up on college on Monday. You went to sleep at 3am and woke up at 2pm. Same thing that night. How would you be able to sleep knowing that Tuesday was coming, and in a few hours Mr. Gyllenhaal would walk into that stupid classroom. Something told you his eyes wouldn’t look for you that day. Good. Cause they wouldn’t find you.

On Wednesday you heard someone knocking on your door at 10am. You woke up and decided to ignore it. You didn’t want to see anyone. But the person insisted so much…

So you got out of bed cursing whoever that was. You didn’t bother to fix your hair or look in the mirror on the way. Whoever was there needed to know how unwelcome they were.

But when you opened the door, you had a big surprise.

Wes.

“Y/N? What happened to you?” He asked.

“What happened to me?” You chuckled sarcastically. “Exactly what you were expecting, Wes.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked at the floor. “Can I come in? We can talk about it… and I promise I won’t judge you now. I mean… I realized that I wasn’t being very nice to you, but it was too late and…”

You nodded and gestured for him to come in.

He sat on the sofa and you sat beside him. You had been strong for too long, and the minute you opened your mouth, you started sobbing again. He held you tightly and told you everything was gonna be okay. But you just couldn’t see how.

“I can’t understand what happened…” You told him. “We were so in love, Wes. We… we told each other beautiful things and then he left. He told me I was nothing to him.”

“He said that?” Wes was confused. By the way Jake acted the other day, he didn’t think you meant nothing to him.

“You can judge me if you want. You can call me a whore, I don’t care.” You took a deep breath. “But he made love to me in his lab on Friday… and it was amazing. I’m telling you, we were in love… he told me he adored me, but then… I don’t know what happened…”

Wes stood up and started walking in circles. He couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“Y/N.” He tried to process everything. “Are you telling me you had sex with him in his fucking lab, are you crazy?!”

“Probably.” You admitted. “Go ahead. Say that you told me this was gonna happen.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t do that.” He knelt in front of you and held your hand. “I was worried because you didn’t show up these last days and you never skip class unless something is wrong…”

“How am I going to go back to college and see his face again?”

“Haven’t you heard?” Wes wasn’t sure how he would tell you that. But he had too. The minute he heard the news, he felt like it had something to do with you. He had no proof, but after what you just told him… he was sure now. “Mr. Gyllenhaal isn’t our professor anymore. He handed his resignation letter on Saturday morning.”

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wonkastarshine · 5 years ago

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Soooooo... I wasn’t sure when I was going to share this, but I’m just feeling very emotional towards this event today, so I think this is a good day to talk about it.

I’ve met Tim Burton.

That is me in the all black ensemble in front of him, at the bottom of this very long story. I met him on January 21st this year at his exhibition at the Neon Museum in Las Vegas. The second I found out that Tim was coming to Las Vegas, I cried so hard. This was finally my opportunity to meet the man that has shaped my whole life. But when I went online to secure a ticket for the book signing, they were sold out. I was devastated, and in a desperate plea, I called the museum and asked if they were COMPLETELY sold out. They said ‘yes, we are, but there will be a stand-in line.”

And the clouds lifted.

This was a risky trip. I would be ditching three of my classes to spend a day driving to Las Vegas and then driving back immediately afterwards. I live about 5 hours from Vegas. The stand-in line started at 10am. I planned to leave at exactly 5am and get in line as early as possible. I planned my outfit, my hair, exactly which book I was going to buy for him to sign, and how much I would need to put aside for gas money. It was all put into place.

Now, to convince Mom to let me go...

I wrote out a whole speech (a la Wonka cue card style) and read it out loud to her. I had lost so much sleep over the fear of her rejection, and the agony of knowing that I had a shot and it just slipped from my fingers. My mom’s biggest worry was that I would drive all the way, stand hours in line and have Tim say, “Sorry, I’m not going to sign any more.” But I told her, “I would rather go and be turned away, then to never know whether I would’ve been accepted or not.”

Mom wasn’t happy, but ultimately gave her blessing for me to drive solo(!) to Las Vegas. Gosh, even just writing about it now gives me such butterflies! I woke up at 4:30 and was out of the house by 5:30, as I had to wait for some fog to clear up. I was on my way, with Danny Elfman’s music to be my friend for the long drive. The drive was fairly empty. I went over the Tehachapi mountains just as the sun was rising. It was sooooo beautiful, with all of its purples, pinks and oranges. “Everyday” by Buddy Holly, from Big Fish was playing and it just completely summed up how I was feeling. This was my moment. From the second I laid eyes on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at age 4, Tim Burton forever changed my life. And now it was going to be time to thank him.

I arrived at the museum and to my surprise, the stand-in line was maybe 15 people maximum. The 400 people who got tickets previously were all in attendance. I breathed a sigh of relief and ate a snack while reading a book. The employees of the museum were so nice and always willing to answer our questions. One even said, “Tim loves his fans. He’s very grateful for all of you. I have no doubt he will sign for everyone.” So, the waiting began. I had arrived at about 10:30 or so and the signing would not start until 2pm. It wasn’t until around 2:30 or so that we were informed that those in the stand in line were definitely getting our books signed.

Y’all let me tell you, I almost died right there on the spot.

And I was internally panicking so much because I hadn’t allowed myself to plan what I was going to say to him, in the event I didn’t get to meet him. But it was real now and the gears were turning. I bought The Art of Tim Burton book from the stand and quickly joined the queue, which was moving rapidly. He was a fast signer, apparently. The employees told us we could pick ANY page we wanted him to sign and he would sign it. The gears turned even more. ANY PAGE?? Holy cow, what would I pick? Wonka, Edward, Catwoman, personal sketches of him and Helena?? I was so torn. I loved the concept sketch of Wonka, but there was some text at the bottom of it, and I kinda just wanted his signature to be alone with a drawing. I wanted to pick something that uniquely represented Tim, one drawing that completely encapsulated what his art is, what his art means and expresses.

And the lowly first sketch of Edward Scissorhands that he drew in high school was perfect. 100% Tim Burton.

The queue was getting shorter and shorter, and I realized that I was silly getting to think that Burton would want to really be having conversations with people. A self proclaimed introvert definitely would not want to talk to over 500 people in a day! So, I decided on one line. As soon as I turned the corner and I saw that tangled mess of black hair, those polarized glasses he never goes without, my heart completely dropped and burst with nerves. It was really Tim Burton, Tim Fucking Burton, sitting right there. The man responsible for creating my childhood: Willy Wonka, Edward Scissorhands, Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas, Batman Returns. It just seemed so surreal. I handed my phone to the nice lady behind me in line, who I casually held small talk with throughout the day. She was more than happy to take pictures of me with Burton.

He was moving fast! I barely got in front of him when he was already done signing it! I had to make my move. I stuck out my hand, waited until he shook it, made eye contact with me and I said, “Thank you so much for coming.” He smiled and I was quickly ushered away by the nice employees. It was perfect. No embarrassing blubbering or confessions. Just a handshake, a word of thanks and some smiles. I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes just typing this. I left the museum, and went to my car. I just stared at his autograph for the longest time. I called my mom and told her I made it and I met him. After I hung up, I sat quietly in car, silent, yet happy tears falling. Everything I’ve ever wanted to be, is because of Burton. My reason for wanting to become a film editor is because of Burton.

It was my honor and privilege to have met the genius. And I’m beyond grateful it happened before the entire world turned into a chaotic mess. Tim Burton has always been my rock in times of chaos. Today is no exception. What a day 🖤

#tim burton #neon museum #las vegas #abbie’s thoughts #sorry this turned out so much longer than expected #but i love tim burton y’all #movies #director #catcf 2005 #johnny depp

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garbage-tozier · 5 years ago

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problem - r.t. (part one)

prompt number: three - “now? now you listen to me?”

fandom: it (richie tozier x reader)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: a bit of profanity, and yo mama jokes (it’s richie though, come on)

word count: 2.6k (this is the longest thing i’ve written in a while)

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the wind rustled the leaves of the trees outside your bedroom window. you lay up in your bed, listening to them, urging your body to fall asleep.

thump.

you shot up in your bed, instantly turning towards the window, where the sound had come from.

you couldn't see out of it, and the sound didn't come again, so you told yourself it was nothing.

"probably just a bird," you thought, laying back down.

thump.

you ignored the sound this time, rolling over onto your side and pressing your eyelids shut tightly.

thump.

"oh, come on!" you cried, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and standing up.

you made your way over to your window, pushing it open and trying your best to see into your pitch-black yard.

"y/n!" you heard someone yell. hearing what you assume to be an armful of rocks fall to the ground. startled, you jump back.

suddenly, something clicked in your brain. the throwing of rocks at your window. the familiar voice. the only rat child you knew who would ever be awake at such an obscure hour.

"richie??" you said, squinting. you inched towards your window, and though you couldn't quite make out his face, there was no doubt: that was the silhouette of richie tozier.

"can i come in?" he asked eagerly.

"what the fuck are you doing at my bedroom window at-" you paused, glancing at your clock. "what does that say? one? one thirteen am? why, richard tozier, are you standing in my yard, pelting my window with rocks, at one thirteen am?"

"i was bored," he said simply. you couldn't see his face clearly, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was sporting a shit-eating grin.

"ugh," you rolled your eyes. you had been friends with richie tozier for years now. from him, this kind of stuff wasn't exactly expected, but when it did happen, no one was surprised.

"so can i come in?"

"get your ass up here, you idiot," you pushed up the screen and stuck your hand out into the darkness.

you felt richie's hand hook onto your arm, and the two of you worked together to hoist him through your bedroom window.

"alright, rich," you said, lowering the screen and re-closing the window. "what did you need?"

"what!" richie feigned offense. "can't a guy lovingly visit his best friend at one am without needing something from her?"

"cut the bullshit, tozier." you crossed your arms, leaning on the wall. "what. do. you. need."

richie eyed you before letting out a loud, exaggerated sigh. he collapsed delicately onto your bed. "okay, y/n," he placed the back of his hand to his forehead, resting his other hand upon his heart. "you've caught me."

you sat at your homework desk, flicking on your desk light and watching the boy perform. he was now fake crying into his hands.

"i have no choice but to tell you," he continued. he added a couple of sniffles, even wiping his nose on his arm. "i have..... a problem,"

"many," you corrected, pushing him over so that you could sit down next to him on your bed. "what's up?"

as you observed your friend's face, something looked... different. before, richie was pretending to be troubled. but now, the look on his face was one of genuine nervousness.

he bit his lip. "promise you won't freak out?"

you were starting to get worried. i mean, this was richie. richie "i don't give a shit" tozier. what could be so incredibly wrong that he looked so scared?

"i promise," you said, sticking out the pinkie finger of your right hand. he looped his left pinkie through it.

"alright," he took a deep breath. "i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend,"

it took everything in you not to start hollering at the boy. here you were, actually worried about him, and it turns out this was all just another one of his stupid fake pick up line jokes.

"fuck you," you said, throwing down his hand. you stood up from your bed and went back to leaning on the wall.

"no, y/n, i'm serious!" you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "my mom's family is coming to our house for a party, and i've been telling her i have a girlfriend."

"which you obviously don't" you filled in for him. he looked slightly offended, but said nothing. you surveyed his face. he looked serious enough- but that was the thing. richie tozier was an incredible actor. he was kind of hard to trust sometimes.

"will you?" he begged. under your judgement, which if you did say yourself was quite good (seeing as you'd been best friends with him since the two of you were in kindergarten), he was for real.

still, you were hesitant to say yes. knowing richie, pretending to be his girlfriend would most likely entail a holding hands, standing with each other at all times, and maybe even... kissing.

it wasn't that you didn't want to kiss richie- oh, how you desperately wanted to kiss richie!

but what if you went a little to hard with it? what if you made richie uncomfortable? what if you were holding hands and your hand started sweating? what if his parents didn't like you? what if-

"y/n?"

oh shit. you'd gotten so caught up in thinking about richie that you'd forgotten he was actually in your room.

"damn, rich, i don't know," you said, pulling yourself together. you pushed yourself off of the wall, now standing directly in front of your friend, staring down at the floor. "i..."

you looked up at him. if he wasn't serious, you were going to murder his ass. that clown bitch wouldn't be the only thing haunting his dreams.

"ok," you said, finally giving in. richie immediately brightened.

"thank you sooooo much," he popped of from his seat on your bed and ran over to give you a hug.

"hey, watch yourself, bigfoot! my parents are still asleep, you can't just go stomping around like that!"

"your mom would be happy to see me," richie smirked, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"shut your fucking mouth, tozier," you moved to kick him in the shin, but he dodged you. "you don't want me to break up with you, do you?"

"fiiiiine," he sighed, walking back over to your bed and flopping down. "i won't go into detail about what fun me and your mom had last-"

"richie!"

"okay, okay, i'm sorry," he laughed. the air was still for a while as you moved to sit next to him again.

"so about this party..." you said casually, crossing your ankles. "what day, time, who's gonna be there, things like that,"

"well..." richie stared at the floor, as if he were thinking. "it's this saturday, and it's.... 10am to 2pm? i think? but we don't have to stay the whole time."

"okayyy," you said. "who's coming?"

"my aunt, and her kids. they're around georgie's age, but they're not dead-"

"richie!" you scolded, whacking him on the shoulder. "stop that!"

"sorry, 'm sorry," he rubbed his eye with his fist. "there's three of 'em- my cousins. they're all about a year apart. then my grandma and great grandma are coming, and my uncle, who, if i'm being honest, is kind of a creep, so we'll steer away from him,"

you nodded, logging this information in your head. "you tired, rich?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. he yawned.

"no," he replied. "not-" -another yawn- "-in the slightest,"

"wow! looks like trashmouth tozier is not, in fact, a machine! he lives!"

"how do you know my battery isn't low?" he snapped. he blinked, letting his eyes stay closed for just a fraction of a second longer than usual.

"i can't let you bike home in this state," it was true. he was practically falling asleep! if he got on his bike, he might crash! and richie never wore a helmet (not unless eddie convinced him to). "you wanna stay over?"

the boy sitting on your bed was finally beginning to give in. "okay, whatever," he yawned again. "but what about my parents?"

"we'll have you back home before they wake up," you said confidently, glancing at your alarm clock. the time read 2:17am. "we can get four hours of sleep and be up by six if we go to sleep now," you set the alarm as you spoke.

"okay," richie agreed, which was surprising to say the least. "good night, y/n. and thanks, by the way,"

he stood up from your bed, grabbing a spare pillow and blanket from your closet, where he knew you kept them. this wasn't his first time sleeping over.

he made himself comfortable on your bedroom floor. he curled up into fetal position, and closed his eyes.

you switched off your desk light, then walked back to your bed and got under the covers. "g'night, richie,"

however, just like before richie had come, you weren't able to sleep. after a couple of minutes, you decided to get one last question in with richie.

"hey, rich?" you said softly.

"yeah?" you heard him murmur from his position on your floor.

"would we have to like.... i don't know... kiss and stuff?" you tried to be as casual and possible as you slipped that in there.

"i guess?" he said from the floor. "it would sell it better, but we don't have to do anything,"

"m'kay," you said simply, trying not to start hyperventilating.

that was the last thing you remember happening before you finally drifted off to sleep. richie had absorbed all your energy- and for once, you were thankful.

"y/n!" you heard as you felt your body being shaken. "y/n, come on! we slept through the alarm!"

"what?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyelids with your fingers. you glanced up at the clock, and instantly felt a pulse of energy run through you. "oh shit, richie, it's 7:45!"

"i know, we have to go!"

the two of you jumped out of your window,running down the street as fast as you could, praying that both of your parents would be sleeping in.

you reached his house, circling around the back to his the closest window that led into his bedroom. you bent down, letting him climb up on your shoulders so that he was tall enough to reach the window.

"lift me higher!" he yelled, stretching his arms up and grabbing the window ledge. "i don't have enough upper-body strength to get my legs through!"

"i'm trying!" you snapped back, pushing the boy upward.

"i got it, i got it!" richie squealed. he now had one leg through the window, and no longer needed your shoulders to stand on.

you pulled away from under him, watching him climb into his bedroom. everything was going according to-

"richard tozier!" a woman's voice suddenly boomed. you hurriedly ducked down under richie's window, praying she hadn't already seen you.

"h-hi mom..." you heard richie wimper. he always made fun of bill's stutter, but look where he was now.

"where have you been all night?" mrs. tozier shrieked. "i come in here at 1am after hearing the window open, worried sick! i thought you'd been kidnapped! and then i check in the garage, of course, because it hit me- maggie, your son isn't exactly a little angel- and your bike is gone!"

fuck. richie had left his bike at your house. you were just about to run off and get it for him, when mrs. tozier started again.

"and don't think i didn't hear you talking to that little friend of yours, whoever is standing outside my house! who is that down there, anyway? the little kaspbrak child? oh, i'll have a word with his mother, alright,"

without warning, mrs. tozier appeared at the window, staring down at you.

"it's a- richie is this? ugh," in an instant the woman disappeared through the window.

"ow, ow, ow, ma you're hurting me!" you heard richie whine.

you were left alone outside for a good two minutes. you stood there, contemplating whether or not you should walk away.

mrs. tozier didn't know your mother, and richie would never rat you out. as annoying as that boy was, he was a loyal friend. you could get off scott free.

as you thought though, you heard richie's front door open. "you, girl!" richie's mother said, in a slightly softer voice than she'd used with her son. "come here,"

she gestured for you to come over and opened her front door. there was no escaping now.

you hung your head and walked over. the entrance of the tozier home led into a sitting room.

richie was planted on a couch, hunched over and staring at the floor, a blank expression dawning his face.

you moved to sit on a different chair, but richie's mother entered close behind you, taking that seat before you could get to it.

"sit," she motioned towards richie, so you sat next to him. "now i'll make this quick, in case you can get off free with your parents,"

you and richie glanced at each other, confused. "you're my son's girlfriend, yes?"

you pried your eyes away from richie's to look at his mother. "yes ma'am," you answered her, keeping up your and richie's lie.

"alright," mrs. tozier sighed. "i won't ask any further questions. all i want to know is what you were doing last night? and for the live of god, richie, where is your bike?"

"well, you see, ma, y/n and i met up over at the uh..." he stopped.

the two of you made eye contact and you knew he'd just stopped himself from saying 'kissing bridge'.

"we met up by the park...." he glanced over at you, making sure you were following his story. "and we... fed the ducks,"

"oh, richie that's lovely!" his mother cried, placing a hand on her heart. "now tell me the truth."

like mother like son, you thought. mrs. tozier was like a grown-up, female version of her son, in almost every respect.

"alright. we didn't feed the ducks. we rode our bikes around town, and picked flowers," at this, you elbowed richie in his side, trying not to let his mother see. "ow!"

"it’s okay, richie, just stop lying! i won't get mad!" his mother pleaded.

he met your angry gaze. "i guess maybe i should tell the truth, huh?" he said to you.

"really, tozier?!" you rested your head in your hands in frustration. "now? now you listen to me?"

"alright, y/n, since richie seems to be fixed on lying, why don't you tell me what happened."

"he showed up at my window at one am, said he was bored and we talked for a while. then we fell asleep."

she raised her eyebrow at you explanation as well. "it's true," richie chimed in. "that's all that happened."

she looked doubtful, but she seemed satisfied. "alright," she stood. "you get home now, y/n. and bring richie's bike back when you get the chance,"

you smiled politely, waving goodbye. you winked at richie, before standing up and bolting through the door.

as you ran down the street, all you could do was hope your parents hadn't woken up yet; well, that and that no one had broken into your home. you and richie had left the window open.

you jumped into your room, using richie's bike as a hoist, and climbed into bed. fortunately, you were luckier than richie.

you pretended to be asleep as you heard your mother enter your room. "up and at 'em, y/n," she said.

you allowed your eyes to flutter open, giving your mother a smile.

this was going to be a good day.

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Worldwide Collective Prayer Invitation for Australia!

Currently there are out-of-control fires in 4 States of Australia. Human and animals lives are at risk-- with both human and many animal fatalities already. They need a miracle to bring on the rain.

The power of people praying together is very powerful.

You are invited to partake in a 3 minute prayer/intention where we collectively see/feel/hear:

A massive gathering of monsoon rain, falling on the affected areas (see map below), lasting for days. Gentle consistant rain, soaking into the land, all fires are put out. See/feel/hear the people celebrating, full of joy and gratitude. All animals too are grateful !

See/feel/hear this in 3D, colour, present time, NOW.

Collectively praying!/ intending together at the same time, has a much more powerful effect than when we pray individually. Please feel free to post this invitation to any friends or groups in your community.

Whatever faith or spiritual belief you connect to, enlist the Grace of this to come to Australia's aid. The Compassionate Grace of the Divine will hear our calling!

You have two time options, depending on what suits you (cities/countries in alphabetical order, enough examples to figure out your time zone ) :

Adelaide: Fri 3 Jan 5.30pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 5.30am

Auckland: Fri 3 Jan 8pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 8am

Beijing : Fri 3 Jan 3pm, or Sat 4 Jan 3am

Berlin:Fri 3 Jan 8am, or Friday 3 Jan 8pm

Cape Town: Fri 3 Jan 9am, or Fri 3 Jan 9pm

Chennai: Fri 3 Jan 12.30pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 12.30am

London : Fri 3 Jan 7am, or Fri 3 Jan 7pm

Malaysia: Fri 3 Jan 3pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 3am

New York: Fri 3 Jan 2am, or Fri 3 Jan 2pm

Perth: Fri 3 Jan 3pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 3am

San Francisco: Thurs 2 Jan 11pm, or Fri 3Jan 11am

Singapore: Fri 3 Jan 3pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 3am

Sydney: Fri 3 Jan 6pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 6am

Tokyo: Fri 3 Jan 4pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 4am

Turkey: Fri 3 Jan 10am, or Fri 3 Jan 10pm

Ukraine: Fri 3 Jan 8am, or Fri 3 Jan 8pm

Vancouver: Thurs 2 Jan 11pm, or Friday 3 Jan 11am

Vladivostok: Fri 3 Jan 5pm, or Saturday 4 Jan 5am

Many thanks for your love and care, rich blessings to you all. 💛🙏🏻💛💦💧💦💧💦💛🙏🏻💛So much loss and devastation In australia , one of the most beautiful and diverse countries in the world is burning. We have lost over 500 million animals. Koalas are already close to extinction this will have a devastating effect on the species amongst many others special to Australia. Pray for Australia. 😢

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The Old Salem Post

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 7 Issue 20 Week of April 29 2024 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: It is sad to say that “newcomers” want to protect this blessed land of rural Oconee more than people who have lived here their entire lives. Many natives ( not all!) seem to be open to the biggest bidder at the expense of overdevelopment and destruction of our rural way of life. Our District 1 Oconee County Councilman John Elliot seems to be alone in trying to put up a stop sign for uncontrolled development. He acknowledges the Oconee County Council is “doing nothing about it!” It is time for us all to wake up and do something about it. Speak at the next Council meeting. Meetings are held the first and third Tuesday each month at 6:00PM at 415 South Pine Street, Walhalla. Be a voter and know your candidates. Stop selling your precious land. Support local farmers. Start being active participants in saving this beautiful place we call home. LRMartin

TOWN of SALEM: 5 Park Avenue * Visit the Downtown Market every Sat, Hours 8am-12pm. Thanks to all who helped support the Salem Clean-up on Saturday! Thursday, May 2nd is National Day of Prayer. Meet at the Town Hall at 9AM SALEM LIBRARY: 5B Park Avenue. Hours Monday 10am-6pm. Tues-Friday 9am-5pm. Closed 12-1 for lunch. Join Teen Miss Upstate, Emma Lusk will be hosting a a fundraiser for Eagles Nest Art CenterMother’s Day tea party at the Eagles Nest Art Center on Saturday, May 4th from 2PM-4 PM. You will enjoy our amazing guest speaker and performances. Little lady guests will enjoy manicures and crafts during the tea party. Contact Kayla or Emma Lusk at 864-903-0681.

Jottings from Miz Jeannie by Jeannie Barnwell Springtime Fire Safety Tips With the relaxed atmosphere of Spring, often we let down our guard for safety. Children are jumping over the sprinkler; neighbors come to call bringing slurppy jello salads that must be refrigerated. Busy hosts are overwhelmed with serving sweet tea/unsweetened tea, and kids drinks. Meanwhile corn on the cob boils over the stove. AND the bar-be-que grill! if you take your eyes off it for just one second, that is long enough for the meat to morph in to an inferno! Here are some tips to share with the whole family so that everyone will share in safety. 1. Keep the grill at least ten feet away from the house. 2. Never use gasoline to start a fire. 3. Keep matches and lighters away from children. 4. Leave fireworks to the professionals. 5. Assign one person to monitor kitchen cooking. 6. Don't talk politics. AND ENJOY THE AMERICAN TRADITION OF NEIGHBORHOOD GET-TOGETHERS Be safe and have fun! Miz Jeannie will love YOU forever and like YOU for always!

ASHTON RECALLS by Ashton Hester SALEM SENIORS TO PRESENT CLASS PLAY - (The following story was in the April 21, 1954 issue of the Keowee Courier). . .There should be plenty of feudin' and fussin' in Salem when the members of the high school senior class stage their annual class play in the Salem auditorium Saturday night, April 24, at 8 o'clock. Admission will be 25 and 50 cents. . .Title of the three-act comedy is "Comin' Round the Mountain," and the story revolves around the doings of Maw and Paw Skitter and a host of other hillbilly characters. . .Included in the cast are Nannie Faye Brown, Howard Abercrombie, Thomas Whitmire, Shirley Barker, Betty Lee Towe, Vance Galloway, Carmelita Chastain, Roderick Whitten, Max Nicholson, Max Wigington, Myria Crenshaw and Delores Alexander.

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 12pm-7pm Events this week: Wed: BLUE GRASS JAM 6:30PM Food: Alazan Thursday: BLUE RIDGE GRILL JVB Birthday Weekend Celebration: Fri: Music: AMONGST the TREES 6:30PM Food: Just a Smile (Caribbean) Sat– Celebrate JVB birthday beginning our 7th year and 150 years of the Kentucky Derby: Ladies wear your hat!! Music: Deadly Crank Dogs at 6:30PM Food: BLUE RIDGE GRILL Sun: 12pm-7pm Food: Kodesh BBQ Music: TUBA GIN 4PM More info 864-873-0048

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST at the Oconee Community Theatre located 8001 Utica Street, Seneca, SC. May 3, 4 & 5, Friday and Saturday shows at 7:30. Sunday Matinees at 2:30. Adults - $20.00, Students - $15.00, Youth - 12 and under: $13,00 Groups of 10 or more purchased together (online only) receive a $2 per ticket discount! www.oconeetheatre.org ****This was a wonderful and enjoyable local presentation! LRM

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER located 4 Eagle Lane, Salem SC

2024 UPCOMING EVENTS Information on sponsorships, rentals, etc 864-280-1258 or email at [email protected].

Each Wednesday in May from 11:30AM–2PM Join Freda for Treasures and Sharing Wellness ! Mother’s Day Afternoon Tea on Saturday, May 4th from 2PM-4 PM: Join us for a special afternoon and treat yourself to delicious goodies, hot tea, and a guest speaker! Our youngest guests will enjoy manicures and a craft! $10 per guest. All funds will be donated to support the Eagles Nest Art Center. There are also opportunities to sponsor a table for the event. To RSVP or find more information: Kayla or Emma Lusk at 864-903-0681 Oconee Mountain Opry: May 18th at 7PM. Jef Wilson, West End String Band, Mystery guests, comedy and more.

June 3-7 ENAC hosts Art Camp for children 6-12 years old. 9AM-12PM Call 864-280-1258 $50 fee

The Eagles Nest Treasure Store is open every Saturday morning 9AM-12PM. Will accept donations also or call 864-557-2462.

Interested in becoming a YOUNG APPALACHIAN MUSICIAN? For ages 3rd grade through adult. Call 864-280-1258

CHURCH NEWS Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA), 580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m. Come visit us.

Boones Creek Baptist Church, 264 Boones Creek Road, Salem invites you to worship service Sunday morning with Sunday School at 10am and followed by worship at 11am. Also Wednesday services.

Salem Methodist Church: 520 Church Street, Salem. 9AM for breakfast, 9:30AM for Sunday School, and 10:30AM for Worship. You may tune in to our live service on Facebook or view it later on our website. All are welcomed!

Calvary Baptist Church in downtown Salem is inviting you to attend a special Bluegrass Gospel Singing featuring, "The Tugaloo Holler Band" on Saturday, May 11th at 6 PM. Come worship God with us through singing and fellowshipping with believers.

Salem Seventh-Day Adventist Church, located 240 W Main St , Salem, cordially invites you to join us every Saturday in May at 9:30am for a presentation “Mindfit.” These presentations will address mental health. Vacation Bible School Sunday June 30, 1-4pm The Creator Is My Friend/What do you taste? Special feature: Clemson 4-H Native Carnivorous Plants

Start a Forever Healthier Life- You don't need to start a “diet” just to fail time and time again. Start each week incorporating a healthier practice. This week look at foods and drinks in your refrigerator and cabinet containing artificial food colorings especially red and yellow. Vow to not purchase those items again and find a healthier option. For example, make your own healthier lemonade and put a few bottles easy-grab bottles in the fridge. Wash and reuse these bottles. Start a Just Say No to foods and drinks with these cancer-causing colorings that our government allows to be in our foods. England has already banned these practices, but America has not. These unnatural colors come from who knows what. You would think our government would protect us. But with knowledge and practice you can start protecting your family. LRM Healthy Tip: Look at a label of ingredients: If you can’t pronounce it, or know what it is on the label….You don’t need it!

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God...honor God with your bodies.”

Today is a good day to begin. LRM

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