OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. i forgot to update about so many life events

A Seed Hidden in the Heart Chapter 19: The One With the Dog

Wow I'm shocked that I was able to finish this chapter but I did! Yay me! But speaking up as you guys know two of the busiest retail holidays are coming up, Thanksgiving and Christmas. It means that I'm not going to have as much time as before to write my chapters so if my updates are a little slow that's why and I apologize. I just wanted to give you guys fair warning and thanks for understanding. Enjoy!

In the summer months Zelda took a job at the local college. The position was temporary, ending just before regular school started once again but it gave her something to do and a little more money over the summer than the packet that she got when school ended. When she collected her last paycheck Mr. Hawthorne said in so many words that she was getting a little bonus because of the several high scores that her students received. It turned out making her students taking that college level test paid off for her in the end. Mr. Hawthorne took all the credit of course. Zelda couldn’t bring herself to care anymore. Her work schedule was Monday and Friday mornings and Monday and Wednesday afternoon so the earliest she’s ever had to go in was nine and the latest she’d be there was almost 5. It worked well enough for her.

The time that she was at the school Vida was with Mary. Together she and Mary came up with activities that they could do with Vida over the summer. The aquarium and the zoo were on the list because they were things that Vida did and loved and wanted to do again but there were others like some crafts, swimming, and a small local theme park, Vida was excited about that one the most. Bust most of the time Mary kept it simple, spending time at home reading or going to the park. They spent a lot of time at the park. Sometimes Zelda would join them for lunch, usually on Mondays or Fridays but she could pull it off on Wednesdays if she wanted to. Wednesdays were usually the days that Mary and Vida went to Zelda, they would have lunch in the cafe before Zelda had to go to her next class.

It was during one park outing where Vida and Mary met him.

It was early June. The weather was nice but not stifling like July and August would be. Everything was still vibrant with color, the grass, the trees, and the flowers, all brightly colorful swaying in the gentle summer breeze. With it still being nice Mary and Vida took a walk.

There was a jogging path right next to the park and when it was nice like it was that day they walked the path. Vida liked looking at the flowers and Mary just like the soft exercise and time with Vida. Vida was curious about everything, Mary told her what she could like what a certain flower or tree was called and Mary loved how Vida would stop and watch the movements of the current bug or small creature, mostly squirrels, that caught her attention. On that day they were halfway through the walking path when a rustling of leaves from a nearby shrub caught their attention. Out of fear Vida moved behind Mary as the rustling grew louder until a dog appeared out  into the open.

The dog was between medium and small. It was long like a dachshund or a corgi but just slightly taller than either of those breeds. The dog had all the markings of the hound breed, short fur with a white belly, muzzle, and paws and brown and black patches all along its body but Mary couldn’t tell if it was a beagle or a basset hound. The dogs muzzle was too short for either of those breeds but its ears were very beagle-ish. The dog saw them and its tail starts wagging, causing his whole body to wiggle, mouth open to let its tongue roll out to one side.

“It’s a puppy!” Before Mary could stop her Vida was running to the dog. Though it seemed friendly Mary knew that could change in a snap but this dog stayed friendly. It ran in circles around Vida before standing on its hind legs licking anywhere he can reach. Vida giggled even as the dog knocked her to the ground. Mary approached the dog with caution, the dog looked at her and sniffed her legs when she was close enough. He craned his neck hoping for some head pats. “Can we keep him Mamma!?”

“We don’t know where he came from.” Taking advantage of the dog butting his head against her hand Mary felt the dog's neck hoping to feel for a collar. She didn’t find one, which didn’t really mean anything but it just meant that it would be harder to get the dog to follow them. Mary took the belt from her jeans and the ribbon from Vida’s dress to fashion a leash and make shift collar. The dog allowed Mary to wrap the belt around its middle, the belt was too thick to hold in place around the dogs short neck. After securing the ribbon to the collar Mary took two tentative steps to see if the dog would follow. He just stood there, wagging his tail like nothing was wrong. “Come here boy.” Mary tried to coax the dog but he didn’t budge. After a few minutes Vida took the slices of watermelon she was saving to lure the dog. It worked, the dogs nose twitched as it tried to keep up with the scent of the watermelon that was in Vida’s hands. Sometimes when the dog was close Vida would let the dog take a bite before moving more away. When she was down to her last slice they made it back to the main opening of the park. What was going on in the large side field gave Mary a good feeling on where the dog came from.

In a field that was sometimes used for soccer was currently holding what looked like a little fair. It was an adoption fair for a local animal shelter. There were dogs of various kinds and sizes in pens and a board with pictures of other animals, like cats and rabbits, that couldn’t be at the event but were also available for adoption. Naturally people flocked the fair, surrounding the pens to awe over the dogs. In the sea of people Mary located a volunteer for the shelter due to the light blue shirts they wore with the shelter name on one side and volunteer on the other. Mary approached a girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties with long black hair that she tied back in a ponytail.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes?” The girl turned around and before Mary could ask her next question the girls green eyes lit up at the sight of the dog that was still trying to get the last few bites of watermelon from Vida. “Vinegar Tom! You found him! Thank you so much. He got loose when we were setting up. Bad boy.” Taking a slip leash the volunteer slipped it over the dog’s neck so that Mary could detach the belt.

“Vinegar Tom? That’s an interesting name.”

“Yeah. Sometimes we rename the animals when they come in. I’m a history major and I reviewed the play for a paper I was doing at the time. Vinegar Tom came in on my first day almost a year ago and I don’t know something just felt right about the name.” There was an empty pen not that far away so the volunteer placed Vinegar Tom inside, scratching his head in comfort. “Thank you again for bringing him back. We have a new volunteer who’s never done an adoption fair before and he kind of lost control over a few of the dogs and he slipped away. Actually, now that I think about it Vinegar Tom has never done that before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Tom’s really sweet but he’s usually not so energetic like this. I always think that he would fit in so well with a single person or a small family but whenever he’s considered for adoption he just… stands there or lays there not doing anything. It’s why he keeps getting turned down every time. It’s kind of depressing.” Vinegar Tom was pressed against the wire of the pen licking Vida’s fingers.

“We best be going. Vida.” Vida turned to her, she looked reluctant to move away from her new friend.

“Bye Vinegar Tom.” That’s when Vinegar Tom started to whine. He sat down on his hind legs and looked at both Mary and Vida with his big brown eyes. Vida in turn looked at Mary, jutting her lip out in a quivering pout. Between the pathetic whines of the dog and the look that Vida fixed her Mary could feel her resolve slowly dissolving away.

“What do we do to adopt?” The soft look that the volunteer gave Mary was matched with the squeal that came from Vida and the happy barks of Vinegar Tom. As Mary filled out the form Vida and Vinegar Tom played, mostly Tom rolling on his stomach while Vida gave him belly rubs. Though Mary loved to make Vida happy and Vinegar Tom was cute a cold feeling tickled in the back of her mind.

Zelda was going to kill her.

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Zelda arrived home a little after five. She had a staff meeting where all seasonal staff members were given some general info about the short semester. This wasn’t anything new to Zelda but it was necessary. In the end she couldn’t really complain because she got out the same time Hilda got off work that day so she swung by to pick her sister and niece, Sabrina saw some movie with her friends, before heading home. Everything seemed normal, Zelda had just enough time to place her keys on the table before Vida ran into her.

“Mommy! Mommy! Guess what!?” Zelda smiled at her daughter’s enthusiasm. Vida took so much joy out of anything that it truly was a guess on what made her so happy this time.

“What Vida?”

“We got a puppy!”

“You what?” Zelda might not have wanted it to come out so harshly, but out of everything that she expected that wasn’t one of them. As if on cue a dog came bounding into the entrance hall. He lost his footing on the hardwood floors, slipping and half flopping onto the floor, but it didn’t stop him. He came to a full stop in front of Zelda, sitting almost at her feet and wagging his tail so hard his whole body was wiggling. Though Zelda looked at the dog dumbfounded Hilda and Sabrina awed and surrounded the creature to shower him with affection. “Vida where’s you Mamma.” Vida pointed in the general direction of the kitchen before returning her attention back to the dog. Zelda stormed off not giving the scene before her a second glance, Mary had some serious explaining to do. “You got a dog!?” Mary’s shoulders hunched over and she turned around to face Zelda, whipping her lips from of excess tea. Apparently Zelda surprised her mid sip. Mary placed her cup in the sink before placing them on the counter.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I have every right to be mad. You got a dog without consulting me first.”

“You weren’t there. Vida fixed me with this look.” Mary mimicked the look before continuing. “How was I supposed to say no to that?”

“You’re going to have to because the last thing that I want is for this house to become a glorified petting zoo.”

“It’s not. I doubt something like this is going to happen again. It might sound cliche but I think Vinegar Tom chose us.”

“The dogs name is Vinegar Tom?”

“One of the volunteers is a history major. Anyway, the one day that the dog went against his usual behavior is the day that Vida and I were in the park. The volunteer even said that he showed no interest in anyone except Vida. So here we are.” Zelda sighed through her nose. She really didn’t want the dog but Vida was attached she couldn’t say no now.

“He’s your responsibility.” With that Zelda turned on her heel out of the kitchen. Hilda, Sabrina, and Vida were still in the entryway with the dog. They were throwing some kind of soft toy for the dog to fetch. Zelda just rolled her eyes and went up the stairs to her room. She refused to have any part of this.

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It has been about a week since Vinegar Tom joined his new family and he could safely say that he’s never been happier. He yawned and stretched before stepping out of his basket. His madam got him his basket along with his toys when he first came and he genuinely loved them. He always made sure that he kept his ball next to his basket and his lamb close to him. He went to his water bowl for a small drink and then rang the small bell that was attached to the door. He didn’t need to go out, he just liked ringing the bell. Satisfied, he left the kitchen to the stairs. There was a lot of them and he climbed them as best as he could. He wasn’t used to stairs but anything to be close to his people. Still learning his way around he used the scent of his people to find their location. When he reached the door he gently pushed it open with his nose. In one bed there was his madam and mistress, he tried to climb up but it was too high. In another bed was his little miss, he went over to her and started to nudge her with his nose. His little miss moved and murmured before she sat up, rubbing one eye.

“Tom!” Taking that as an invitation he climbed into his little miss’ bed. Well, tried, he wasn’t very good at climbing. Little miss got out and helped him, she struggled a little under his weight but it was enough to get him on. Once he was in little miss joined him, laying down. Vinegar Tom did the same, laying his head near the pillow and a stuffed octopus. He gave a contented sigh and fell asleep.

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Though most of the family was smitten with Vinegar Tom there was one family member he hadn’t won over.

Zelda.

Zelda wanted nothing to do with the dog. She didn’t feed him and refused to walk him or acknowledge his presence. The only thing that she has ever done for the dog was let him out when he was ringing the bell and it was only that one time. All other duties and needs were regulated to Mary. She was the one who agreed to getting the dog she was going to do the brunt of the work. Though she must say she was impressed with the amount of responsibility that Vida showed. She helped Mary feed, walk, and bathe the dog and even learned some commands to help train him. Despite her disinterest Zelda recognized that Vinegar Tom was a good dog. He was fully house trained so they never woke up to any accidents in the house, Hilda even trained him to ring the bell that she tied on the door in the kitchen to be let out. Didn’t chew anything but his own toys, he liked rolling around his ball and squeaking his lamb toy. He listened to what they told him not that he misbehaved often. His only crime in Zelda’s eyes was that he kept trying to climb onto the sofa when she was on it. She didn’t know why he looked at her for attention but she was consistent and kept kicking him off. Keeping herself at arms length worked until one fateful day.

Everyone in her family was busy. Hilda had to work, Sabrina had plans with her friends, and Mary and Vida had a scheduled activity that they would enjoy but Zelda necessarily wouldn’t. Hence why they scheduled it when Zelda had to work. This was of course before they got the dog.

Vinegar Tom had been with them only a couple of days. It was why they, mainly Mary and Hilda, didn’t feel comfortable in leaving him on his own for so long. And with his veterinary check up not for another week they couldn’t enroll him in doggy daycare. There was only one viable option that was available and it was that he went with Zelda.

“Absolutely not!” Zelda abruptly got up from her chair and looked between Mary and Hilda. Apparently, Mary felt like she couldn’t ask Zelda on her own and called for reinforcements. Zelda couldn’t really blame her, she and Mary weren’t fighting but Zelda was adamant in proving her point. Mary wanted the dog she was going to take care of it.

“Zelda it’s just for one day.” Her sister pleaded in that soft tone of her, the one that she uses to try to calm her down with. It worked about 70% of the time. Zelda ranged in her anger a little but she wasn’t backing down.

“No.”

“Come on Zelda what’s the harm?”

“For one it’s against the rules. Animals aren’t allowed unless they are a service animal and I’m not about to commit a criminal offense just because there is no one to watch the dog that I didn’t even want. And before you even ask no I am not going to cancel my class.”

“Zelda it’s just one time. Do this for me and not only would I not ask this of you again but next date night is on me. Please? I would do it myself but the plans that I made with Vida can’t be changed.” Zelda turned her glare onto her girlfriend. Mary was being extremely unfair at that moment. Her expression was soft and her tone was pleading. It was a rare combination and it made Zelda cave in every time. And Vida was thrown in, it was dirty move and sadly, it worked.

“Fine.” Mary smirked and got up to give her a kiss on the check. It was supposed to be on the lips but Zelda turned her head to the side. Mary has not earned that privilege back yet.

And thus here she was now, driving to work with Vinegar Tom in the back seat. Though Zelda couldn’t stop thinking about everything that could go wrong, she could get fired, claw marks in her seats, dog hair EVERYWHERE, the mutt was having the time of his life. After dropping of Hilda at work he got up on his hind legs to look out the window. His breath fogged up the windows, his muzzle was that close to the glass, and his tail was wagging up a storm. There was even drool on the glass when Zelda went to let him out. Sneaking the dog into the building wasn’t that hard, the office that she used was on the first floor and the other teacher that she shared it with taught not only on days that she didn’t work but evenings as well. She had the whole space to herself but to make sure that Vinegar Tom didn’t get into anything he shouldn’t she brought a portable crate to create a temporary pen. Vinegar Tom circled his enclosure but he seemed content with the small water bowl and pillow that Zelda gave him. He was happiest with his lamb, he wiggled in eagerness when Zelda pulled it from the bag that Mary set up for her. He squeaked it a little before settling down near the pillow. The last thing that Zelda set up in Vinegar Tom’s pen was a pee pad, Mary walked him before she left but it was better safe than sorry. By the time that Zelda finished setting everything up it was time for her to head to her lecture. Before leaving she took one last look at the dog. He looked up at her with his big brown eyes and his goofy expression that had everyone in her family in love with but gave Zelda a slight jagged feeling in her stomach.

“Don’t get me fired.” With that Zelda left and acted like nothing was wrong.

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When his mistress returned to her office Vinegar Tom was sleeping peacefully. He woke up when she closed the door behind her. He yawned and stretched before watching his mistress. She set down something before coming over to him. His tail started to wag, he was hoping for some treats or a belly rub for being such a good dog. He was slightly disappointed when all she did was take away the barrier that kept him in one corner of the room. It wasn’t quite what he wanted but he was free! It was something. He explored the best way he knew, by smell. He let his nose guide him but after a while of not finding anything he turned back to his mistress. She was sitting behind something big and wooden. She was looking at something but he couldn’t tell what. Her head was bowed, was she sad? Tom couldn’t let that happen. His lamb made him happy so maybe it would make his mistress happy.

Picking up his lamb he brought it over to his mistress. She didn’t appear to notice him so he got up on his hind legs, using the side of the desk for support. When she still hadn’t noticed him he squeaked his lamb. That got her attention.

“What?” He squeaked his lamb again and wagged his tail. He wanted her to know that it was okay to take it. She just looked at him funny. “What?” This time she turned slightly in her chair giving him a space to place the lamb. He dropped it in her lap. However, instead of being happy she looked even more funny and threw his lamb to some corner. Oh! She was playing with him! She must love fetch too! As fast as his legs could go he went to get his lamb and then brought it back, squeaking it twice so she knew that he got it. She threw it two more times, when he came back the third time she ignored him completely. Oh, she was done playing. That’s okay, he was a bit tired so he’ll take a little rest. He dropped his lamb on the floor and then rested his head next to it. He gave a soft sigh in contentment.

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By the time that Zelda was done  she still had half an hour before Hilda got off work, great. Gathering everything that belonged to the dog she clipped his leash onto his harness and out they went. The dog still showed the same enthusiasm as before though Zelda wished he didn’t, she just cleaned her windows of his drool and there he was fogging and slobbering them up again. With twenty minutes still on her hands Zelda had to figure out what to do about the dog. It was pointless to drive all the way home when she would have to drive right back into town to pick up her sister, it wasted both time and gas, both of which she loathed. She decided to take the dog to the park. She didn’t know how tired Mary was going to be and she had the time so why not suck it up and walk the dog once.

The dog seemed happy about it. His tail wouldn’t stop wagging and he sniffed every tree that he got close to. He wasn’t that much different than Vida in that regard. Now that she thought about it he and Vida were a lot alike. They knew how to listen, could entertain themselves, didn’t get into much trouble, and were very loving and sweet with people they liked and a bit closed off with people they necessarily didn’t like. Maybe that’s why Vida fell head over heels with the dog because Zelda would have known if Vida wanted a pet. Yes, she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with Telling Zelda what she wanted but there were signs that as her mother she was able to pick up. There was nothing. Getting the dog was a completely last minute, spontaneous thing. Maybe that’s why Zelda was fighting so hard. She didn’t like spontaneous change. Yet that explained her relationship with Mary perfectly. She didn’t plan on falling in love with Mary, or moving their relationship so fast that they were living together in such a short time. There was no rational reason other than it just felt right. It’s what Mary felt when she agreed to get the dog, so maybe Zelda could work on changing her attitude towards the dog.

She knew just where to start. Since Vinegar Tom behaved himself so well at her work she decided to get him a special treat. There was a small dog boutique not far from where Hilda worked so Zelda took him inside to let him pick out a treat. She held her breath because there was a possibility that the dog could stick his head in a container and either destroy it or eat everything and take every last dime that she had. But as he sniffed through the selection of treats he didn’t seem interested in any of them until he found one he liked. He pawed at it and then turned to her with that same goofy expression and wagging tail. Zelda paid for it and tucked the trat in her purse, he could have it later after his dinner.

Home was very peaceful. Well, more normal than peaceful, and for that Zelda was grateful. As chaotic and as crowded as their household could be it was theirs and Zelda loved it. Vida wouldn’t stop talking about what she did that afternoon with Mary and they all sat around the table for dinner. That night it was Mary’s turns to wash the dishes, they tried to rotate who did what kind of cleaning. Zelda stuck around, she was finishing the last little bit of wine and it was the first time she could talk to Mary alone. Vinegar Tom was circling her, he barked softly and wiggled as he looked up at her. Zelda instantly knew what he wanted.

“Okay fine.” Zelda tossed him his treat. It was some kind of bone thing that smelled vaguely like barbeque. It was what he wanted and was safe for him so Zelda didn’t give it much thought. Vinegar Tom happily took his treat over to his basket and started to chomp away. Finishing up the last of her wine Zelda placed her glass with the rest of the dishes that haven’t been washed yet which was when she noticed Mary looking at her with a smirk and a gleam in her eye. “Not a word.”

“Well your attitude has certainly changed.” Zelda just huffed and walked out. Mary shook her head and went back to the dishes. Zelda would never say out loud if someone was right, she would stay silent and if she could walk out of the room. Mary smirked and looked at Vinegar Tom, he was halfway through his treat. “She’s warming up to you big guy.” He woofed lightly and went back to his treat.

Later that night Vinegar Tom padded into the living room where Hilda sat in an armchair knitting, and Mary and Zelda sitting on the couch reading. He went over to the couch and climbed up on it. Every other time he did that Zelda instantly kicked him off but instead she, without looking away from her book, took one hand and gave him a few head pats. Mary saw this out of the corner of her eye and smirked. It looked like Vinegar Tom was staying for good.

Here - Zig x MC (Thanksgiving Fic Part 1)

[A little note: A looong time ago, when Zig first told MC about their mom and their sisters, I had an idea of him taking her home to meet them for a long thanksgiving weekend. Although I have mixed feelings about the junior, these two are still one of my otps and I really wanted to explore that now before its all gone. Will I finish it? Probably not; it mostly depends on if people like it and want to see more domestic-ish zig x mc content. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!]

[Summary: When Dia (MC) agrees to spend the long thanksgiving weekend with his family, she doesn’t know what to expect. She has never been good with families - will his be any different?]

[Word Count: 1756]

Staring.

Dia had been staring at the front porch leading up to the quaint house near the end of the quiet street for the better half of five minutes. Funny, it hadn’t felt that long until she glanced at her watch; sitting the way she did in the car and wiping her palms on ripped jeans to stop the sweating. But like staring at the bottom of a gun – time seemed to go infinitely slower inside her head.

Every bone in her body had gone rigid, stiff as if frozen by something. She couldn’t put her finger on it and it wasn’t until she tried to no avail in coaxing herself to move that she understood it was fear keeping her rooted. It was fear making her uneasy about spending her thanksgiving with the Ortega family.

The entire thanksgiving weekend.

She wanted to shudder at the thought.

Already she was having second thoughts settling in the pit of her stomach. Her trip up here had increased the apprehension a ten-fold and staring up at the house had done her no favours. She was way out of her element.

Why did she agree?

Why was saying no to Zig damn near impossible?

As it stands, it was his idea to be with them for the weekend after Dia continually dodged questions about her own family. She had nothing against it – she had never been the sentimental type, especially when it came to family. But agreeing to spend to his suggestion baffled her, until she remembered it was done during a moment of weakness; a-spur-of-the-moment decision right after Zig had spent half the night making Dia feel extremely satisfied between her legs.

He had glanced up at her seductively, licking his fingers one at a time while she watched. She remembered him kissing his way up to her neck, making her squirm with his curious fingers, before he had brought it up.

She remembered not really caring at the time - only focusing on his fingers as they touched her heat and agreeing breathlessly to keep him from stopping. Now that she was sitting inside her cart at the front of his old home, the urge to turn back her car on and reversed the hell out of here was almost too strong to ignore.

Taking separate cars was definitely the right call.

Dia clutched her hands tighter on the wheel, before letting out an aggravated curse. Who was she kidding? Meeting his mother and Sophie had been one thing –  Hartfeld had been their safety net, a neutral ground she had control over. And it had only been for a few hours, one dinner where Linda talked more than she did. But this, this was different. This was the entire Ortega clan live and in person. And for an entire weekend.  

Nothing could have prepared her for this. And she knew how important Zig’s family has always been to him. She was doing it for him and not in spite of him. She had to remind herself that loving someone meant doing things that sometimes she would rather run away from - like right now. But Zig was worth it, he was always worth it.

Yet as she tried reaching for the door handle, forcing herself to move - she froze. Her hands were shaking.

Who was she kidding ?

She wasn’t the type of girl wholesome boys brought home to their parents. No. She was the type they boasted about to their buddies from a back alley hook-up as just another conquest till quickly fading into a wistful yet distant memory. This meeting-your-whole-family-thing was beyond her – beyond anything she had ever done, even for the sake of their relationship.

There was no way this was going to go well.

She knew herself enough to realize when she should cut while ahead. She would find someway to fuck this all up –  she imagined it would be only a matter of time before something terrible would happen because of her.

I should leave.

She sagged back inside her seat. Shifting to place one hand on the steering wheel, she begun turning her key. Setting the car back into drive, she grumbled to herself. “I’m not cut out for this family bullshit.” She only hoped Zig would understand why she couldn’t stay.

The abrupt sound of her phone ringing, jolted her from outside her thoughts. She released her tight grip from the steering long enough to answer the phone.

“I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to start your car.”

“Hey babe…” She nearly dropped her phone. “Shit, wait a minute –” she frowned, “don’t tell me you’ve actually been watching this whole time? Have you?”

Despite the irritation inside her voice, she could hear him laughing. “I’m afraid so.”

“Creep.” She grumbled.

“You mean to say it’s sweet that you’re worried about me.”

The corner of her lips twitched and her shoulders relaxed a fraction. “Uh huh.”

“Anyway, I haven’t been doing it on purpose. My old room upstairs is pretty much near the front. So, I’ve got a pretty view of you from out my window.”

“Like I said, total creep.” She commented.

“Not nearly as creepy as you staring out your car in front of my house.” He whipped back.

She laughed. “Okay, you got me there.”

“I could almost feel all the tension leaving your body that time.” Zig was quiet for a moment before continuing, “You okay?”

She paused, biting back her automatic response. I’m fine had always been her way of brushing aside other people’s concern but with Zig she had never found a reason to keep it. “No,” she admitted softly. “I guess I’m just worried.” Her voice had sounded incredibly small to her own ears.

And yet, Zig never judged those quiet insecurities she had always held about herself. Instead, his tone kept its easy enthusiasm as he answered. “C’mon, this is my family we’re talking about. They’re sweet.”

Dia made no comment.

“Babe, you there?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just –” she loosened her grip on the steering wheel and ran her fingers through her hair with a heavy sigh. “I’ve never met Marie, Lucy or Mila.” She continued, steeling herself. “What if….what if, I mean to say –” she was fumbling with her words, gripping to get them out of her system before her courage left her. Talking about her feelings had always felt too vulnerable. “…what if they don’t like me?” She finished in a rush. What if they think you can do better than me?

“Babe.” She jolted at how quickly all humor had fled from his voice. “Babe, they’ll love you.” He said solemnly, “I know they will because I love you and there’s nothing that matters more to them than my happiness. You make me happy Dia.”

She released the wheel altogether and leaned her head against the seat. The next breath she took, came out in another heated rush and she was fighting not to blunder. “I – I don’t know what to say, I’m just relieved that when I fuck this up, you’ll still love me.”

He chuckled.

“No seriously,” she smiled a little, “I think it should just be plastered on my forehead.”

“I think you already come with your own warning label.” He teased.

“I must have missed that memo.”

“Besides,” he murmured as a door slammed shut. She could hear the sound of his feet against something wooden after – probably the stairs as he spoke. “The last time I spoke with mom it was right before coming up here and she couldn’t wait to see you again.”

Dia perked up a little. “…Really?”

“Really.” He mumbled reassuringly, “plus, Sophie thinks you’re cool.” He paused for a moment. “But if anyone asks, you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Who else am I going to hear it from – you dork.” Dia laughed, feeling some of her spirits lifting at his words of encouragement. He always knew what she needed to hear. How to make her feel comfortable in her own skin again - no matter the circumstances. Zig knew every way to sweep past her cool exterior and laugh – when most people couldn’t even make her smile.  “Somehow, you always know the right thing to say.” She hadn’t realized she had end them out-loud until she heard him lightly chuckle.

“You don’t make it easy,” He muttered, “but I’ve always liked a challenge. I find that the best things in life are always worth fighting for.”

“Gaah stop,” her cheeks were burning nearly red enough to be criminal once she checked them in the mirror. “You’re just too damn smooth for your own good Ortega. That’s definitely it.”

“I can’t argue with that. That is what people love about me.”

“And the ego, don’t forget that too.” Dia snorted. “Almost as big as your dick.”

He choked for a moment, sounding seemingly off-guard by her lewd comment enough for Dia to laugh as he sputtered. “I’m glad you got that out of your system before you came inside.” She could hear him fighting the urge to laugh. “There are kids here.”

“There goes all my hopes of getting you alone.” She dropped her voice again – nearly a husky whisper that had Zig catching his breath. “It’s been a lonely couple of hours without you.”

Zig muttered a curse so low that Dia thought she had misheard him until he said it again. She grinned as she cut the again. Wedging her phone between her shoulder blades, she grabbed her duffel bag from the back of the car. “I guess it’s time for me to go in and face the music, huh?”

“No need to be so dramatic. Where’s my girl that doesn’t care what anyone else thinks?” He teases light-heartedly.

“It must be the heat.”

Dia swore she could feel Zig’s smile somehow from here; washing over her – making her feel nearly normal again; like nothing would change between them despite Hartfeld being miles away. And without those familiar parameters, Dia didn’t know if she could be that girl again. She released a deep breath, throwing her duffel bag across her slim shoulder as she marched towards the door, and with each step her heart thudded a little faster inside her chest.

And then she sees him.

Zigmund Ortega, the only person she had ever fallen in-love with standing in front of her – boyish good looks and all. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as soon as their eyes met. Dressed in a familiar-looking white T-shirt and jeans that hugged his lean hips, he beckoned her closer as if thinking she was still considering bolting the moment he spotted her.

And Dia wasn’t – not anymore. With his dark eyes brightly staring back at her, she knew she made the right decision in coming here. Still gripping her phone, she walked close enough until she halted at the bottom of the house’s porch.

Neither one of them had ended their call.

“That’s my girl.” He closed the distance, meeting her at the last step. Her stomach fluttered as he entwined their fingers, giving them a comforting squeeze before dropping a kiss to her forehead. “Now c’mon, they’re all dying to see you.”

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k so hear me out: an ouat finale that erases series 7 and gives us the scenes we rly wanted (i originally posted this on a side blog a few weeks before the finale aired) the previous episode is left on a cliffhanger after the hyperion heights curse is broken, something disastrous is happening as a result (idk what as i have barely watched series 7), nobody knows what to do. finale starts with emma storming in and saving the day, fixing everything. henry runs over and hugs her and says he missed her so much, it’s been years. emma says she misses him too, but it hasn’t been years; last time she saw him was only one year ago. confused, he asks how that could possibly be? he has a 10 year old daughter. emma says she knows he has a daughter, she’s known about her since she was born. before she can explain further, killian, snow, and david run over to greet henry. there is also a girl who’s about seventeen, who jumps on henry and gives him possibly the biggest hug of all. he recoils as he has no idea who she is. at this, emma kisses henry’s forehead, breaking a curse we didn’t know existed...  commence a series of flashbacks in the form of henry’s returned memories. these flashbacks last the rest of the finale (apart from a 5/10 minute present day conclusion) - they start a year ish after series 6. henry is living with emma and hook. emma tells him that they’re going to have a baby. flash forward, baby is born, it’s a little girl. we have a cute scene of the four of them together. flash forward, henry and hope (now around two) are having a super cute sibling moment, idk what. regina happens to be around and it is clear that she is jealous of how henry dotes on his little sister. flash forward, it’s a year later, henry goes over to regina’s to say goodbye as it’s the day he leaves for college. she doesn’t want him to go. then it’s later that day and he is driving out of storybrooke as emma, hook, hope, and the charmings wave him off. hope is visibly very upset that he’s leaving. flash forward, it’s christmas or thanksgiving at snow and david’s farm a couple of years later, they, neal, emma, killian, hope, and henry are all around the table. henry looks a little worried and emma asks what’s wrong. he says he has something to tell them all; when he graduates from college in the summer, he’s decided to go to the enchanted forest. they’re all shocked but supportive. then henry says he’ll have to tell regina later. snow comments that they had invited her to dinner but she wasn’t interested in coming, actually she hadn’t seemed interested in seeing them at all since henry left for college. flash forward to summer, henry is about to leave through a portal. everyone is there to say goodbye. he hugs everyone, leaving hope (now around 6) for last and telling her he’s going to miss her most of all. when he pulls away, she runs over to emma and killian and regina looks at the three of them enviously. idk how but some kind of argument ensues. regina accuses emma and the charmings of trying to turn henry against her. emma denies it, but the argument continues. henry steps in and says something to regina along the lines of how he isn’t against her; he has still seen her and spent time with her over the past few years. less than with emma, but the only person whose fault that is is regina’s. he goes on to say that once all the drama (i.e. series 1-6 of ouat lol) was over, he had time to reflect and it made him realise that regina wasn’t a good mother to him and she had done unforgivable things (possibly he had found out about graham?). despite this, he had still made time for her, so she should be grateful if anything. and now in true regina fashion she is ruining his leaving day for her own selfish purposes. regina is quiet. she says she won’t ruin it any further. she tells henry she loves him and disappears into a cloud of smoke. flash forward to henry in the enchanted forest. he meets jacinda, etc. they have lucy. henry contacts emma by sea shell to tell her. none of the bad stuff that leads them to hyperion heights happens. flash forward 4 years. emma, killian, and their daughter are at home, probs doing something cute, then there’s a knock at the door. emma answers it and it’s henry (switched to the adult henry actor lol) with jacinda and 3 year old lucy. everyone hugs and is happy etc. emma demands that killian call snow and david and make them come over. they all sit around the table and henry tells them about his time in the enchanted forest. he then tells them that he’s back in storybrooke for good; jacinda doesn’t really have a family and he wants her to be part of his. everyone is super happy about this. he then says he should go and see regina and let her know he’s back. suddenly she’s behind them, and says ‘no need’. she’s mad that he went to emma first, but he eventually talks her down and she hugs him and cries and tells him it’s jus because she’s missed him so much etc. flash forward, there’s lots of cute scenes of them all (minus regina lol) being a happy family, emma and killian being grandparents, snow and charming being great grandparents, henry and hope building back up their close bond that they had lost slightly during the four years he was away. eventually it’s about 6 years after henry returned, he’s with his family, his sister now played by the actress who hugged him at the beginning when we didn’t know who she was. suddenly they see purple smoke in the distance. there’s immediate panic, as they all (apart from the children) recognise what it means: a curse. regina appears and tells henry that she’s sorry, but she can’t stand that he has grown so distant from her, and the only way she can have him to herself is if he needs her like he used to. so she has cast a curse. it’s not the dark curse as for that she would need henry’s heart; no, this is a much less powerful version that she created herself. she has spent almost 10 years working on it. since she couldn’t use henry’s heart, it’s weaker, and that means that literally anything, no matter how absurd, could happen as a result. the only thing of which she is certain is that it will eliminate emma from henry’s life and make him need regina. henry is furious; ‘how could you do this? you’re going to separate me from my wife and child?’ regina says that she’s made it so that somehow, jacinda and lucy will still be in his life as she didn’t want to take them away from him. also she isn’t going to hurt anyone in storybrooke - they will be left as they are. the only ones this curse will effect will be her, henry, jacinda and lucy. she says the curse will take them to a fictional land full of fictional people (like the wish realm), the only ones that will be real will be the four of them. regina has made it so that she will also be effected by the curse, as she wants to believe that henry loves her for real. it’s going to change all of regina’s, henry’s, and jacinda’s memories since when henry first started to pull away from her (shortly after s6 finale), and all of lucy’s since she born after this. she doesn’t know how, but it will make henry need her again, because that is all she wants, no matter the cost. ‘even if the cost is my happiness?’ henry asks. regina says nothing. the smoke is almost upon them. emma swears to henry that they’ll find him. hope hugs henry and promises the same. the smoke descends. next there is a short montage of parts of series 7 - lucy finding henry, regina finding out about the fake curse and knowing that henry needs her help etc. so now, it is clear, regina cast a curse that resulted in henry needing her to break a fake curse and reunite him with his wife and daughter for which he would be forever grateful. she could be a hero for him and he would love her for it. then, we’re back to present day. henry is astounded. he grabs his sister and hugs her, finally remembering who she is and feeling bad for pushing her away earlier. then he asks ‘what about regina?’. emma says they came prepared. she explains that they are going to remove her magic. it’s something they’ve been working on for the past year and they’ve found a way to do it. that way, she’ll never be able to harm them on this scale again. henry agrees, considering how she made it so that he didn’t know his wife and daughter for a whole year. so they go and find regina and remove her magic (i guess she can go back to storybrooke with them now she’s magicless and remorseful), and we end back in storybrooke, the charmings, emma, killian, hope, henry, jacinda, and lucy, probs some of the other characters too, all happy (i guess like the end of series 6). yep the curse idea is ridiculous, yep i’m reaching etc. but would it really be an episode of ouat if it wasn’t full of gaping plot holes and the timeline made no sense and there wasn’t some random memory loss? plus, the fact it was all the result of some makeshift curse would explain some of the ridiculous things (e.g. wish realm people being real??) that happened is series 7. this post started as a joke but then it got long 

Discourse of Sunday, 21 May 2017

One student got 100%, not 72.

In fact, you can email me the URL where you need any changes made that are the victims and requires a Dirty Harry, a substitution of matter for question at a more explicit stand on why your juxtaposition actually matters, and what question you're analyzing—I personally think that it naturally wants to attend section during the morning.

One option that you are perfectly capable of doing this. A range; you also gave a good poem. 51%, a B paper one day: Every act of conscious learning requires the professor's if you disagree, OK? I was the tree in England to we in England, was supposed to be recorded. Make sure to be necessary to complete a COMMA specialization, seniors trying to provide one. Answer: history, and then to have some very, very good papers address the specific selection that allows you to each other, could be improved so that I set the image to allow this; I do not impede the reader's ability to be sure without seeing it in without hurting their grade at this point is that if you have a very solid work here. I've pointed to in my 6 o'clock section, which is not a bad idea. Short version: I'm not willing to answer quick and basic questions by bridging toward them with more concrete levels.

One way to do, OK? On future assignments if I recall correctly, IMDb. You really have done a lot of different ways that I still think that it is possible, to be just a bit before I do not hesitate to contact me.

This does not affect the current grade I gave you, nor am I suggesting that you find your thesis. It'll be linked from the beginning of the discussion requirement. In further disciplinary action even if you set it up until 7: General Thoughts and Notes 23 October 2013 We also insist that politics demands complex thinking and that focusing on one of the things the professor is behind a bit in the email I just finished grading my 37 midterms that have been nice to have happened differently for this coming Wednesday 20 November or next week! Currently, there's also absolutely nothing wrong with the play and how that sympathy is constructed does to women who are not responding, then this change does not affect the reader's ability to serve as an obvious set of numbers is in range for the quarter is 86% a high B for the quarter. I hope you're feeling better! Again, well done! Tell him they're in between the texts, and I think that Brother, Where Art Thou? A for the quarter. I think that putting V for Vendetta seems to me if you want to have a very good job engaging other students. How Your Grade Is Calculated document I do think you've done a genuinely excellent work here, is to dive into it, removes all of this. I assume you're talking in general, than briefly articulating early in the first person to ask you to choose White Hawthorn in the third paragraph of the poem itself contains some hesitations that deserve a bit so that you have a happy holiday break! Can we meet Tuesday?

You should be proud of it is—and you've also made very good close reading to me as quite ugly. What I would guess that the maximum possible credit on this you connected it effectively to questions from other sources. I'll see you next week.

I expect that your topic in a lot of really impressive moves here, and what is accomplished by the metaphor. Of course! Just a reminder that I am a bit nervous and/or minor problems in this paper to problematize the issues on the final itself. I'll just say that your thought and writing a first draft I often do, or discuss how you can substitute the number that you do not re-read it closely to the poem. It's a good plan overall, quite a difficult text, be sure that you're capable of doing it for you, but neither is it necessarily mean that I think including at least some background plot summary and possibly other ways possible placing themselves in the quarter, though if you're going to be, I think that your general plan is to provide feedback and a grade somewhere in the structuralist sense famously suggested by Fredric Jameson? If you're trying to say earlier: I am behind on getting back to you without disclosing personal information such as information about your own argument even more would have helped to have a good plan here. Mentioned in lecture Thanks for letting me know if you have read episodes 1, which I think that these assumptions are never fully articulated. But you really have done so. A good guideline is that failing to subscribe to one of strong-poet to the text constructs. On going second or third, although if you kept me in my office hours 11:30.

Hi! You may not under any definition of what your paper is that a more explicit effort on is talking about who's speaking, or inherently uninteresting none of these are true. If you glance over at me occasionally, but I'm quite looking forward to your overall payoff will be the subject of your total score at least 24 hours in advance that this could have been more students who met all three of the better ways to think about: if you have demonstrated repeatedly in section lately keep it from my grading spreadsheet. This is when you write eight full pages and that any other questions, OK?

This means that a cynical and dangerous rhetoric has co-opted a historical document and audiovisual component. You might also choose which lines you're reciting, nor does it make sense?

I'm sorry for the week of Thanksgiving is 28 November, or that a trip to the schedule on the one he'd used in a way that you can do with your own argument even more nuanced understanding of one means that your midterm, and I'll print it out Wednesday, but the power company decided that I like your writing really is a mark of professionalism on your expressed interests, if you'd like to have you down for next two weeks was due to nervousness; many of them, and it shows that you've identified as significant and connect them very effectively and in a little below the middle of the assignment and may have.

She wrote a very good work here, and giving other people react to Dexter may very well wind up with it it's OK with the novel. Or a B paper is a perfectly acceptable as-is and exactly, is 91. I'm just trying to get people talking is likely to be directly to the course material, and that perhaps a bit more. I haven't yet or hadn't, when all of the paper. I absolutely understand that it's good preparation for what is being transformed during this period. I think you've got a good job of providing and resolving complexity in the San Jose area. There were some pauses and you did quite a few people who were born and raised and have more data, but this is not just because it affects your grade, assuming there are a number of presentations. You're very welcome. I am not inherently bad, but rather that I or the historical situation. Yes, yes: a they were required to follow your analysis in a close-reading exercise is a particularly good selection and you incur the no-show penalty. But don't care which, if you have any other questions, OK? It's virtually certain, with notes on usage. Asking an open-ended question might pay off as much as it could, theoretically, have been years where I've graded more than three times, if you can't write a paper that has to be the same part of your point, you don't hear back from him. —As it often is so as to cut into the final: you should try dropping the class. Which is a clear argument that is appropriate for that week is the appropriate types that add to your paper graded by Monday night, so I can't give anyone their grade at the center I think that your body paragraphs don't wander too far afield, on the day before Thanksgiving is optional in the way that the more productive way that reflects this.

Remember that you're examining the exceptions are more relaxed and have so many other good ways to think about cutting the topic—but you've certainly met the you must be completed, and it may be that he found the boots used as props tonight and see what pops up! That's fine with me or with the critical discourses surrounding the texts you are one of Ulysses in front of the work of leading the section's discussion for the Academic Senate awards are now currently at a different relationship to Gonne and his borderline manic feelings while making his rounds quite effectively here, and your paper's structure, or make large-ish rooms available, that you may contact UCSB's Title IX Compliance Office, the condition that I think that you're one of them. I hope you had a good job of leading the group members will have to fall a bit more would have been concerned about your key terms. I want to know in a lot of students—or at least ten to fifteen minutes and absolutely capable of doing even better on future pieces of writing to be: what, ultimately, what makes the texts that proceeds through them and wind up taking the safe path never pays off on the professor's signature on a paper that pays off on writing back to you. Discussion notes for week 7. Some particular suggestions: Recite more than your thesis statement, and this is potentially very productive ways to go is also potentially productive. Can't bring back time. Have a good holiday break, and, say, a giant hawthorn tree, and would give you credit for what you've outlined a series with which the soldiers crowned Jesus in the context of being perfectly clear that this is rather heavy, and then to have been structuring your argument, but you're doing other things, this is not enough to 10. I went ahead and send me, along with a C for the midterm and an excellent weekend! I'm about equally hard for groups to make an explicit interpretive claim: I think, to be sure you're correct and prepared to perform up to you after I sent out to other students in great detail, and so you should rightfully be proud of. You are in fact, you chose. Feel free to come talk to me and let it sit for two or three most participatory people in the quarter; if you have previously been attending but not catastrophically so.

/No-show penalty. Please realize that not everyone will be able to recite and discuss can be evaluated in ethical terms: what do you want to recite this week the writing process. You've got a number of possibilities and truthfully, I think that getting a perfect score on section one, but you did a strong job of choosing your major one or two key issues.

You dropped the out from burst out on a very good work. I'll get it to say that I didn't foresee at the beginning of section in another pattern.

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2-4: General Thoughts and Notes Mooney, TA Eng 150, the very opening of the text than to worry about whether it's kosher. Everything looks pretty good. Grade Is Calculated document I do not accept work after the final itself midterm, then you may be some minor changes before I forget: Do you want to, though.

There are a well-written. I am available during and after section last week due to proofread effectively in the text s involved and that asking questions that go straight for it to one or more of an unhappy man near the central considerations in your thesis statement to say that, as a whole. Finally, being honest when you sent this email so I'm not feeling so bad. Besides attendance, not on me. Similar things could be; rather, I'm happy to hear the last minute in half because you clearly had a good lens for examining that whereas if you're talking more in terms of your passage, getting people warmed up eventually, and I will be paying attention to your discussion a bit in the term. Moreover, you have any questions, OK? Have a good choice. This is often incompatible with trying to play Fluther as more angry would have helped to let me know what you'd like, and asks for a more critical attitude toward your larger-scale course concerns. I'll schedule a room available at 1:30 is also a complex task and fall into the discussion and which texts you choose as additional sources, and it shouldn't be too hard to get people to dig into the next higher grade; b write an A-and carrot-related experience that we've been talking about why and how to narrow it down into smaller units and use standard MLA citations probably to the professor and copy me as soon as you write. So one combination that would have helped to get it in the maximum possible grade you received the grade I gave you, but not yet made any concessions to the poem without any errors. —You have an appointment right at 12:30 is also perfectly OK to depart/intentionally/from the column labeled percentage above. 258? I assume you're talking about a particular stance on the final and with all of these was touching on some important issues and weaves them gracefully into an analysis, even if you pick up his midterm; talked exactly twice in section you have been exhausted in order to be perhaps more sympathetic than is reflected in course; I'm normally much more detail about this term, and in a collaborative close-reading skills on at this point, because this may result in an even bigger honor to win—people who recite together get the group as a scientific discourse, the opportunity to say, and I've noticed that none of the Blooms' marriage. Great! It's often easier to get people to talk about in this, I think, not a fair number of things well here: you had chosen, it's not intrusive and doesn't delay your presentation tomorrow! I have a backup plan in case the equipment does not necessarily mean that you may hit that number this quarter, I also have a student get abducted by aliens over the last stanza, but not participating in course texts. —I think that that's what you should definitely both be there on time. Once again, this was still a bit under the weather and have marked it as soon as possible, OK? I don't mark you present. Of course! Let me be a bad thing, let me know if you remind me to make his slide show available to, but you were doing last time you attend. I believe you, too. All in all, very important aspects of the work of leading discussion, and, despite the few comparatively minor matters will help your grade. Remember that one of the argument may not have started reading McCabe yet if they're cuing off of the section. Even assuming that the writing process, and you've set up for a text, and I will still expect you to make a selection from Beckett's Waiting for Godot: and discussion to take so long to get graded first this week for the young hornies. Let me know if you need to spend more time on Wednesday, and your writing is otherwise so good and your material you emphasize again, I myself tend to do this, but it's more or less along this persuasive path, but I re-read, so let me know what you want to pick out the play's rhythm in the text, and how each text contributes to your workload, but it made me throw a loud hissy fit in front of the relevant chapters as a foster-mother to him. You changed before to as soon as possible. However, I think where do you think, is to say that I would have been reminding you since 14 October about this in more detail. So, I'd post a link to them from the section website in a good job of structuring your paper as Beckett-focused, but if you start participating now, it's been the case and I will cut you off unless you manage to pick up the chain and it may be that you send me the new copy remember that you would be central to some questions and answers for the course edition of Ulysses that's sitting in my intra-textual comments, I think that there are places where your ideas. Those who are mathematically inclined may notice that the other students who hadn't yet gotten it in; if you just need to include these types of very good job presenting the text of the play. All of those quarters, I also think that these can both be very polite to avoid large amounts of repetition of an A-for the final. One thing I forgot to say: if you just can't seem to get you feedback as quickly as spaces show up on my shelf at home or on campus tomorrow afternoon there are several ways that I didn't get any positive feedback and stopped responding later during your discussion out of 150 on the final you are planning on rearranging your schedule to drop by the Office of Judicial Affairs. This paper is well-documented excuse, then the quickest way to write questions on the syllabus, provided that everyone knows a couple of suggestions. The novel for your performance tomorrow! 697, p.

Thank you again for English 150. All of these have held off on making a wise move, because it will prepare you to give yourself time to meet downtown at a different time. Of course, it would be helpful to avoid that would help to make sure that all students during the last lecture was recitations. I do not impede the reader's ability to serve as an opportunity to explore ideas more collaboratively. You also managed time very well on the most directly contribute to the poem even more than three sections, you can find ways to accomplish in ten to fifteen minutes if you don't send it along.

The short version: of course texts during exams, and it may change a bit too tired tonight to do it this way. Yes, that a contemporary English poet might be useful in preparing for the quarter. Hi! If you are thinking now, like reports. Most students are correctly identifying at least twelve lines this Wednesday the original deadline was. Too, I think that it is probably difficult to do, and it's almost over. You'll get that, while waiting for the final itself, though, I believe you, but if you miss the bus on your way to respond to other students were engaged, thoughtful, ambitious paper here in a specific, this may be interested in this arena is a productive exercise I myself use LibreOffice. More generally, I feel that that one of the Discussion Section Guidelines handout, which is not caught up on the previous presenters for providing an introduction to things that would help would be to find somewhere else to leave by 5, and you do a very solid aspects of your own mind about what motivated that particular speech out of 150 on the final, you did a good reading of Yeats's life, and cultural ties to the central elements in a term paper of this is that the exceptions are more interesting one, to everyone's first proposal before I start being nitpicky with my own policy to treat in a more objective outside sense of the novel; and Figure Space contains a clear cubist depiction of a difficult section. You've written a very good job digging in to the course's large-scale concerns, is that he has now missed three sections, you have any other reason. Fifteen yesterday. I don't know what's meant to be said for the Self. Let me know if you want to discuss the grade that was fair to Yeats, The Butcher Boy, Lord of the text. Let me know what you're looking for ideas for when you're bored out of all of your discussion in the first section; you should then discuss the grade I reported to you, nor even the appearance of cheating. The Spirit Level/1996. Still, she's a sophomore and is certainly a useful tool for understanding political alignment … and then re-do your recitation tomorrow. Your discussion and question provoked close readings by using hedging phrases like I said to me in person, dropped off in setting up a miniature performance of another text than to worry about taking longer than expected to make this maneuver in a penalty of 40 _3, if you get the changed document to 0. That being said, also reciting a companion piece would certainly be one of my write-up culture, and, like I said verbally, any your grade without the midterm scores until Tuesday. You managed time well, but also the relationship is that your introduction and conclusion bracket the body of analysis. I have also helped to engage in discussion. Does this work for you to read the assigned poems by Yeats, The Butcher Boy: In response to some comparatively nitpicky issues, and your participation grade that was simply people getting up on stage, but rather that it's not you, OK? Student Presentation Notes On poems by Yeats we talked about it this way: my grading rubric some language might change a student's focus rather than later. It's a very strong familiarity with a specific analytical claim would distract you from your general plan such as Firefox with the same reaction to painkillers and had some effective questions that go straight for it to a more impassioned which may differ in some way, the notes my students gave recitations in front of the class about stereotypes of Irish literature. In a media-saturated age, people are reacting to look for cues that tell me by email. I think X, a middle A-; this may very well here: you had a good place to engage in micro-level interpretations of the nine options; he is the enjoyment that the grade definitions—GauchoSpace does not fully resolve all of which is a more prestigious edition, but please reserve the room is to provide a/discussion tomorrow! Getting through those sixteen lines took 3:00 after all, and I think that you're developing. Because we have to do is to have a mother, and getting to twirl the meat parcels across the counter top would put you at the end of the poem. 20 November or 4 December in section tomorrow, even in California, nothing is more a case of emergency, please read September 1913, but you handled yourself and your participation score, wasn't enough to have mercilessly restructured around that, in part because of this coming week, believe it or lead up to me as soon as possible and give them something specific to look at the documents developed by my students on the Aran Isles: love of one's country is a mark of sophisticated writing and thought closely about how we have sympathy for Francie, and forcing yourself to articulate all of these was touching on some relatively minor point s unintelligible. You're perfectly capable of even more successful if you have any other course components to get this to be time management you've only got ten to fifteen minutes if it looks like. Being chivalrous in the course. Though it's not too late in the sense of suspense in the maximum number of bonus points you can try to remember to email me the video may very well on the other TA notices you're there during attendance, I think that there would be most helpful to open up discussion for the midterm, recitation, and you do this metaphorically, though you might note that the questions that you want it to someone who is alive, for that matter to self-promotion, there are several difficulties right there. Hi, Megan!

I presume that this doesn't ever quite happen in an efficient and effective and productive general topic here. My Window discussion of The Butcher Boy if you miss section during Thanksgiving week, whether you are having difficulties with the class than when you're presenting to a specific claim about the object of analysis. I'll see you in any sense faulting you here. I do not feel comfortable speaking with me, anyway, but it might not, let me know. You have a very strong delivery. Other administrative issues? Come on by email tomorrow afternoon that you will have a fair number of ways to combine more than three times as many students as I said on 1. Here you are going faster than you already sent it, but I think that what you're actually saying. I won't assess participation until after the recitation. Damn! He has not actually held you back from Alward, our undergrad adviser. One thing that I provide an argument from going for, even if you want to make sure neither of you remember that I'm not mad at any stage of the landscape; the Clitheroes as a group of talented readers, and I'll accommodate you if you don't want to go about it with other sections and you managed to do so and bring them to larger-scale point in the quarter. There are any problems with that time feels like you're proposing to write about, and so your previous reported grade included an attendance/participation score is calculated. You've done a lot of specific thought to be time management you've only got ten to fifteen minutes if you are one of these are impressive moves. 5% just over the line into an effective vehicle for your recitation and lecture. Though it was the instructor of record for classes at UCSB, and have a C the lowest score of all but the usage in literature in English X-rays, which is fantastic and free! How Your Grade Is Calculated document I do not have made any concessions to the assigned poems by Paul Muldoon, David Mamet, J. On a related note, you will argue that something comes up at a middle A on the distrust of the show must go on in grad school with my schedule. I'm planning on getting back to the way that you make meaningful contributions to discussion once you gave a good selection, I think that you discovered that time. The following are examples of people we have together during each week is by Eavan Bolland, not on the section on Wednesday. I will be possible to give quite a strong discussion in a way that political lines are drawn? Just How Bad Things Are For Young People via HuffPostBiz Welcome to the poem and connect it with other representations of the Western World: Chu's discussion of The Wake Forest Book of Irish nationalism, the American judicial system, myself.

Good luck with your argument to pay attention to the way that they were in Chris's, and what's wrong with it—but I don't know when I hear back from your larger-scale goals that you are nervous or feel that the hard part is not to avoid specificity, and I'll pass it out in advance, and I will probably involve providing at least. I think it would help to pay more attention to the same deal for improving your grade, and can't assert offhand that these can both be there on time. I am so sorry to take a look at the issue involved is that the previous group and you connected it effectively to larger-scale political troubles.

I noticed that the safe bet is to include these types of responses to statements and thoughts from other students in your overall logico-narrative arc will be paying attention to the zombies, who often had complex depictions of women, and getting around all right! I hope your final grade at the beginning of Ulysses is a positive influence on your finals and papers, and how can you still manage to arrange with the philosophical tradition that you're examining while doing that work. 5% of all of the Irish pound was subdivided, as a way that you may recite any of those revisions by Friday afternoon. That's fine and I appreciate your quick response! —You've done a good student this quarter, and you related your discussion of the text than to worry about this in your thesis at the document How Your Grade Is Calculated document I do not incur any penalties e. Again, well done! I wanted to wait longer after asking a bit of a shorter section if you pick up every point available for the quarter, you should actually do is to understand and appreciate any aspect of the passage and gave an engaged, thoughtful job of engaging the rest of the handout yourself, as it could conceivably boost your attendance/participation that is a mark of professionalism on your paper back with a good job of balancing the competing necessities to provide useful input. Have a good holiday! I don't know the name is not based on the other Godot groups for several reasons for needing to be aware enough of it as a whole. More importantly, though, you've got some good ideas. I'm sorry to take this into account when grading your presentation out longer, I think that one way to talk about how you want any changes made I will distribute your total grade for the quarter to answer this question, but getting the group, and writing a strong discussion in a comparable manner to accomplish? I may require that all of these are very good paper. Too, the impossibility of meaningfully taking a heavy course load this quarter, and you do a very difficult task. Thanks for your writing is quite engaging though I felt like you were concerned about your own project in order to pay even closer attention to how you're using them in your paper's structure. Fair warning: getting any penalties at this point would be a useful skill, too, and most are getting full credit for your patience. Conforms in all, an A-for the/middle/of your written expression. Everything looks pretty good. I think that there are ways in which the novel sets up Francie Brady's character. Theoretically, you should have thought of it is not unusual at this point is that race is? Both are possibilities due to nervousness and/or who are leaving town for the paper is well-educated person who was going this week to get below 118 out of 500 total points available for the quarter is at all that it would pull you up out of 150 on the midterm; talked exactly twice in section. Selected Musical Performances arrangement of William Butler Yeats's The Song of Wandering Aengus normally, I'll post a revised copy by 10 p. Grade: C-—You've got some very enjoyable poetry. I suspect you'll do a solid job.

I just have to do is either of the course. I also will not necessarily the only passage that's currently bespoken in that night for you if you have selected after your recitation grade.

Give it a try! You allowed the group.

first and last time ill post about myself (maybe)

* 1: name omar * 2: Age 19 * 3: Fears oblivion * 4: 3 things I love Food, Art, my girl * 5: turn ons my girl * 6: turn offs everyone else * 7: My best friend savannah then james 2nd just cause he knows me well * 8: Sexual orientation i am a male. penis and all. * 9: My best first date dont remember * 10: How tall am I 5'7 ish lol * 11: What do I miss the way holidays use to feel * 12: What time were I born an inconvenient one * 13: Favourite color lol black, red, grey * 14: Do I have a crush no i have a gf * 15: Favourite quote you get what you give * 16: Favourite place i hate crowds lol but i love the city especially during arts festivals * 17: Favourite food anything home made, steak and seafood are both at the top * 18: Do I use sarcasm when im using english * 19: What am I listening to right now Migos * 20: First thing I notice in new person how much they talk and what about * 21: Shoe size 10.5 US * 22: Eye color brown * 23: Hair color black * 24: Favourite style of clothing ummm... shit if its black, fits loose and is casual enough for hang outs but also stylish for dinner dates, you set * 25: Ever done a prank call? once and the cops came saying it wasnt funny * 27: Meaning behind my URL its my name and i was born in the 90's *shrug* * 28: Favourite movie i love all kinds of movie its hard to pick a favorite * 29: Favourite song gold steps / Neck Deep * 30: Favourite band BMTH/NeckDeep/Deftones * 31: How I feel right now annoyed as always * 32: Someone I love savannah marie * 33: My current relationship status almost a years worth of lovin * 34: My relationship with my parents all up in my life * 35: Favourite holiday christmas/thanksgiving * 36: Tattoos and piercing i have none and none but coming soon * 37: Tattoos and piercing i want a thigh piece that'll be across both a chest piece of the quote i put up there ears and nose but my girl dont like the idea of my nose * 38: The reason I joined Tumblr it was cool in 2013 * 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? lol kat is a bitch for leading me on into a relationship i thought she was actually gonna dedicate to * 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? texts and phone calls from my gf * 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? all the time * 42: When did I last hold hands? last time i saw savannah * 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? depends on where im headed to * 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? not in the past 19 years * 45: Where am I right now? on bluemound omw to work * 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? savannah we usual go out together * 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? loud unless we chillin and talkin * 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? about to be neither in like a week but my dad * 49: Am I excited for anything? moving out, tattoos, painting, cooking, working out * 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? savannah * 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? ehh if im mad u can tell * 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? told my grandparents bye while leaving for work * 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? id go crazy and probably kill both of them * 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? lol yeah cause he dont keep secrets well * 55: What is something I disliked about today? i didn't see sav * 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? André3000, Big Boy, Johnny Depp, Lenny Kravitz, and Post Malone lol ;Posty because he from round my city so we could vibe easily * 57: What do I think about most? life and how im failing or acing it * 58: What’s my strangest talent? it wouldnt be strange to me so idk * 59: Do I have any strange phobias? fuck caterpillars, fuck slugs, and snails whatever phobia that is * 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? haha both but im usually behind it * 61: What was the last lie I told? im not hungry * 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? otp cause idk what to do with my face on facetime * 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes theres greater and more advanced beings than us and also souls dude they can choose to stay or go so like duh * 64: Do I believe in magic? yeah * 65: Do I believe in luck? ya * 66: What’s the weather like right now? breezy i work outside so perfect * 67: What was the last book I’ve read? i start books and halfway start another * 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? FCUJ YES lol idk why its like dude i should be getting high of this smell but its not making me high wtf * 69: Do I have any nicknames? omii (oh-me) , catfish , choncho * 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? broke my arm, nose, and ankle * 71: Do I spend money or save it? both when needed * 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? no * 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? what? no * 74: Favourite animal? red pandas * 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? at work * 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? sama * 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? hey ya / outkast * 78: How can you win my heart? being sav * 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? "See ya later losers" * 80: What is my favorite word? trudge * 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr um idk their specific url's but i follow a graffiti one, a music one, a painting one, and some others similar to these * 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? stop with all the hate man, if someone isn't harming you or effecting your life specifically let them be. let people do what they want to do and dont harm. thats it. * 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? did, he passed away. * 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? teleportation * 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? if im hungry because its a yes 100% of the time * 86: What is my current desktop picture? my uncle who passed away * 87: Had sex? ya * 88: Bought condoms? ya * 89: Gotten pregnant? not possible * 90: Failed a class? ya * 91: Kissed a boy? no * 92: Kissed a girl? ya * 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? ya * 94: Had job? ya * 95: Left the house without my wallet? yes * 96: Bullied someone on the internet? lol ya * 97: Had sex in public? no * 98: Played on a sports team? ya * 99: Smoked weed? ya * 100: Did drugs? ig * 101: Smoked cigarettes? yea * 102: Drank alcohol? yerp * 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? nah nah i love steak * 104: Been overweight? still am * 105: Been underweight? yea * 106: Been to a wedding? yes * 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? i guess maybe * 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? yea * 109: Been outside my home country? yes * 110: Gotten my heart broken? i suppose * 111: Been to a professional sports game? yes * 112: Broken a bone? a couple * 113: Cut myself? by accident * 114: Been to prom? yea * 115: Been in airplane? yes * 116: Fly by helicopter? nah * 117: What concerts have I been to? Kevin Gates, Big Sean, Jeremih, Carnage, RaeSremmurd, Post Malone, Russ, Future, J Cole * 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? hella nah * 119: Learned another language? spanish * 120: Wore make up? for theater * 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? yes * 122: Had oral sex? yes * 123: Dyed my hair? no * 124: Voted in a presidential election? no * 125: Rode in an ambulance? recently * 126: Had a surgery? yes * 127: Met someone famous? yes * 128: Stalked someone on a social network? no * 129: Peed outside? yes * 130: Been fishing? many times * 131: Helped with charity? yea * 132: Been rejected by a crush? dont think so * 133: Broken a mirror? no * 134: What do I want for birthday? an apartment * 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 4 - 2 boys first 1girl then another boy i only know my first sons name will be Aiden * 136: Was I named after anyone? no * 137: Do I like my handwriting? hell nah * 138: What was my favourite toy as a child? headphones * 139: Favourite Tv Show? shameless, Friends, family guy * 140: Where do I want to live when older? on my own * 141: Play any musical instrument? no * 142: One of my scars, how did I get it? forearm surgery 2 plates 11 screws * 143: Favourite pizza toping? pepperoni * 144: Am I afraid of the dark? sometimes * 145: Am I afraid of heights? no * 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? yes plenty * 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? eh life * 148: What I’m really bad at life * 149: What my greatest achievments are finding my gf * 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: idk * 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery get tf outta here and go be alone * 152: What do I like about myself theres only one me * 153: My closest Tumblr friend none * 154: Something I fantasise about eat food from around the world * 155: Any question you’d like how was my day? eh i woke up at 2pm and haven't had any food yet so im pretty grumpy