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korra-the-red-lion · 1 year
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Hey everyone!
Just an update for all of my writings, since it’s been awhile! Work was super busy and crazy there for awhile, and I just was so exhausted that it seemed like a chore to even attempt to write. And I want to love it when I do, so I didn’t want those negative feelings to seep into my stories. I am feeling much better now and I hope to get some balls rolling here soon!
Unnatural Affairs 3 is coming along very slowly, but I just got some huge inspiration recently, so I’m hoping the pace starts picking up now! I’m on chapter 4 currently, but I usually like to have 10 chapters backlogged just in case. Since it’s the last one, I want to make sure I’ve got all the threads tied up accordingly.
I’m working on a second story! It’s set in the same world as UA but takes place after the third book, so that should be really fun! But I gotta finish book 3 first, haha!
I also have an idea for a fairytale inspired story. I only have the character ideas right now, but no defined plot as of now, so I’m gonna work on that slowly.
Anyway, that’s everything! I hope to be posting sooner rather than later!
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Sarah and Darry had been friends since they were little, but around middle school they just stopped hanging out so much even before she got married. Their friendship dissolved until the end of highschool. Then that's when they became friends and started to date and they were head over heals for each other. Darry never let her go to her house alone. He always went with her and got into a few fights with her parents, but always won.
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jeffpunzel · 1 year
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Whenever I read Anne of Green Gables, I put on Mary Kate Wiles podcast reading of it. Everyone in that cast is simply perfect. Like, come on, who would want Dylan Saunders as Matthew Cuthbert, and Mary Kate as Anne Shirley..??!! It also has Jaime Lyn Beatty, Sarah Grace Hart, Whitney Avalon, and much more.
If anyone wants to check it out, it's on spotify:
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bat-cat-reader · 2 years
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Sam Heughan looks at life beyond Outlander and says he wants career in theatre The 42-year-old reveals he plans to return to the stage following his huge success as Jacobite clansman Jamie Fraser in Outlander
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Sam Heughan has confirmed he is keen to return to the theatre when Outlander comes to an end. The star, who is best known for his role as strong-willed Highland warrior Jamie Fraser, started off on stage and has plans to eventually return.
Before landing the life-changing role, the Scottish star trained at the prestigious Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow and appeared in productions such as Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet and The Talented Mr Ripley.
The seventh series of Outlander is currently in production and with a prequel announced with a completely new cast, speculation is mounting about how long the hit show will continue.
Heughan, 42, spoke about the future in an interview with City of London lifestyle magazine Square Mile earlier this year.
Asked if he had any career goals to tick off, he said: "Yeah, I do. I started in theatre, I’d love to go back to theatre. I recently saw James McAvoy in Cyrano and he was brilliant. I know James from drama school and he was my mentor. I saw him onstage at drama school and to see him there is kind of an amazing journey. I feel like I've got it in me as well."
The Scot also revealed that his failure to master a Welsh accent when he was auditioning for a part in a Dylan Thomas play at London's arty Donmar Warehouse was his "biggest career regret".
He said: "They gave me a day or a weekend to prep a Welsh accent. I just failed miserably."
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In a further insight, Heughan also let it slip that the cast had been talking about what they will miss most about Outlander when it finally comes to an end.
Heughan said: "God, it's a funny one. We've been talking about it. What will I miss? I'll miss the camaraderie, the people, the routine. The routine is pretty tough, pretty full on.
"But there's something wonderful about it, going to work every day, you know you all are going to be f***ed but the end. It's hard work, it's full on, but you're all in it together.
"So I guess that camaraderie and being around people you enjoy being around."
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Sam Heughan's early career on the stage
Long before he found fame in Outlander, Heughan was nominated for the Laurence Olivier Award for Most Promising Performer for his performance in Outlying Islands.
The play by fellow Scot David Greig began at Edinburgh's Traverse Theatre in 2002 before moving to London's Royal Court Theatre.
Guardian theatre critic Lyn Gardner called in "wild, strange, fascinating and deeply unsettling" and gave it four stars, while The Metro said it was a "wonderful play full of myth and poetry, sex and death"
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The review added: "All three younger cast members in particular (Sam Heughan, Laurence Mitchell and Lesley Hart) brilliantly trace the delicate power balances binding each of them together."
Other stage credits include Roald Dahl's The Twits at Glasgow's Citizen's Theatre, The Vortex by Noel Coward at Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester and Plague over England at the Duchess in London's West End.
He even portrayed Batman for the touring show Batman Live before his last theatrical appearance in a 2012 production of Shakespeare's King John at Glasgow's Oran Mor.
https://www.scottishdailyexpress.co.uk/celebrity-news/sam-heughan-looks-life-beyond
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Just some random pseudo-norse syllables
Perhaps just take two random syllables to create a nordic/scandinavian inspired name. Serndul, Binfern, Varslyn...
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The Hardy Boys  -  Hulu / YTV  -  December 4, 2020 - Present
Mystery / Drama (13 episodes to date)
Running Time:  60 minutes
Stars:
Rohan Campbell as Frank Hardy
Alexander Elliot as Joe Hardy
James Tupper as Fenton Hardy
Keana Lyn Bastidas as Callie Shaw
Linda Thorson as Gloria Estabrook
Bea Santos as Aunt Trudy
Adam Swain as Chet Morton
Atticus Mitchell as JB Cox
Riley O'Donnell as Elizabeth "Biff" Hooper
Laara Sadiq as Kanika Khan
Recurring
Janet Porter as Laura Hardy
Cristian Perri as Phil Cohen
Stephen R. Hart as The Tall Man
Saad Siddiqui as Rupert Khan
Rachel Drance as Stacy Baker
Jennifer Hsiung as Jesse Hooper
Frank Licari as Paul McFarlane
Bill Lake as Ezra Collig
Philip Williams as Wilt
Ric Garcia as Stefan
Charolette Lai as Sandra
Jim Codrington as Sam Peterson
Sean Dolan as Ern Cullmore
Tara Peterson as Shawna Meyer
Joan Gregson as Anya Kowalski
Mark Sparks as Nigel
Philip Craig as George Estabrook
Marvin Kaye as Sergei Nabokav
Jivay Mehta as Ahmed Kahn
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strinak · 1 year
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Author Statistics
For 10 authors, I read their works into the double digits: Alessandra Hazard (x11) Kiki Clark (x12) Kati Wilde (x13) Shelly Laurenston (x15) AJ Sherwood (x16) Onley James (x20) KL Noone (x24) Charity Parkerson (x31) Megan Derr (x40) Mary Calmes (x44)
For 24 authors, I read at least 3 and at most 9 works: Andrea K Host (x4), Anne Bishop (x4), Brigham Vaughn (x3), Bruce Sentar (x3), Deacon Frost (x3), Eric Ugland (x7), Gail Carriger (x1)/GL Carriger (x3), Ilona Andrews (x5), Jennifer Cody (x4), Jordan Castillo Price (x3), Louisa Masters (x6), Lucy Lennox (x5), Lyn Gala (x3), Mell Eight (x3), Michelle Diener (x4), Naomi Novik (x3), R Cooper (x5), RJ Moray (x2)/Robin Moray (x1), Sam Burns (x5), Shirtaloon (x7), Stella Starling (x4), TJ Land (x9), Vasily Mahanenko (x3), and Wen Spencer (x5).
For 25 authors, I read exactly 2 works: Alex Gilbert, Alice Winters, Amanda Meuwissen, Amy Crook, Andy Gallo, Bettie Sharpe, Claire Cullen, David North, Eli Easton, Eryn Ivers, Isabel Murray, Jessie Mihalik, KM Neuhold, LC Mawson, Luke Chmilenko, Macronomicon, Ofelia Grand, Robin Roseau, Ryan Rimmel ,Sam Burns & WM Fawkes (with Sam Burns), Shannon West, Skylar Jaye, Tara Lain, TS Snow, and Victoria Helen Stone.
For 87 authors, I read only a single work: A Catherine Noon & Rachel Wilder, AC Wiggen, Allie Brosh, Amanda Milo, Andrea Speed, Anyta Sunday (with Andy Gallo), April Jade, Arden Powell, August, Brea Alepou & Wren Snow, Brooke Matthews, Bryce O’Connor (with Luke Chmilenko), Cale Plamann, Casualfarmer, Catelyn Winona, Chace Verity, CJ Carella, CM Blackwood, Courtney Milan, Daniel Rose, Danny M Lavery, Darktechnomancer, Dassy Bernhard, Delaney Rain, Delmire Hart, Devon Vesper, DI Freed, DM Rhodes, Eden Finley & Saxon James, EJ Russell, Elliott Kay, EM Lindsey (with Kiki Clark), Hayden Hall, HJ Tolson, Jenny Lawson, Jesse Q Sutanto, JK Jeffrey, KA Merikan, Kaleb England, Kaydence Snow, Kou Delika, Lee Hadan, Liz Talley, May Archer (with Lucy Lennox), Macy Blake, Margaret Atwood, Marie Cardno & Kalikoi, Michele Notaro, Michelle Frost, Michelle Kathleen Hodgson, Natasha Hunter, Nazri Noor, Philip R Johnson & Justin C Louis, Raleigh Ruebins, Ravensdagger, Regine Abel, Riley Hart, RJ Scott, Robert Bevan, Ryn Bretcher, Sam Starbuck, Samantha Cayto, Sariah Wilson, Sasha L Miller, Scott Browder, SE Harmon, Sean Oswald, Sebastian Hansen, Seth Richter, Sienna Sway, Sierra Riley, SJ Himes, Stephanie Burgis, Stephen L Hadley, Stuart Grosse, Suki Fleet, Sunny Hart, SunriseCV, Tansy Rayner Roberts, Tanya Chris, Toby Wise, Tom Watts, Toni McGee Causey, Travis Baldtree, Xander Boyce, Yamila Abraham, and Zile Elliven.
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rausule · 8 months
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Swana Res et fabula word ideaal aangebied as 'n voortsetting en ontwikkeling van Libera Lectio, 'n Latynse swanaliteratuur wat die "literêre spesifieke" sy hart en verklarende helderheid sy metode gemaak het. Hierdie nuwe werk beoog om hierdie lyn te volg, in die oortuiging dat die antieke - buitengewoon nuwe - van die Latynse taal en letterkunde steeds 'n unieke hulpmiddel is vir die vorming van die nuwe generasies, sowel as 'n erfenis van skoonheid, geskiedenis en kultuur wat bewoon - ons het dit in ons sak ... al is dit dikwels, ongelukkig weet ons nie eers ons het dit nie.
Hoekom het ons Res et fabula as die titel van die werk gekies? Dit is twee woorde wat baie ryk is aan betekenis en nuanses in die Latynse taal: res is die dimensie van die feit, van die gebeurtenis, van die klein saak en van die groot openbare aangeleentheid, of van die heroïese onderneming; res publica is die staat; res is die wêreld van die werklikheid, die ding wat bestaan. Fabula, daarenteen, is – deur sy wortel – gekoppel aan die handeling van praat; maar fabula is ook 'n storie: dit is 'n verhaal en 'n Esopiese fabel, maar dan, hoër op, is dit teater (tragedie en komedie) en, nog hoër, dit is mite. Om res en fabula ideaal te verenig beteken dus om 'n manier van lees van Latynse kultuur en letterkunde te sintetiseer: dit is die heelal van Rome wat vertel word deur die stem van Latynse digters en prosaskrywers. 'n Stem wat nou intiem en diep klink, nou opwindend nou benoud, maar altyd duidelik en onlosmaaklik gekoppel aan die werklikheid waaruit dit gebore is. Dit is die ideale pad wat ons in navorsing volg en ons probeer om in die klaskamer, aan ons studente, in die daaglikse praktyk van onderrig voor te stel. Dit is die wêreld - 'n deel van ons eie wêreld - wat ons dink die moeite werd is om te weet.
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ragnaarson · 11 months
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SW CANON MUSE LIST.
Anakin Skywalker.
The Chosen One. He/him. Pansexual.
FC: Hayden Christensen.
Obi-Wan Kenobi.
The Jedi Master. He/him. Bisexual.
FC: Ewan McGregor.
Padmé Amidala.
The Senator of Naboo. She/her. Bisexual.
FC: Natalie Portman.
Captain Rex.
The Captain. He/him. Bisexual.
FC: Temuera Morrison.
Commander Fox.
The Commander. He/him. Bisexual.
FC: Temuera Morrison.
Leia Organa.
The Princess of Alderaan. She/her. Bisexual.
FC: Carrie Fisher.
Luke Skywalker.
The Chosen. He/him. Bisexual.
FC: Mark Hamill.
Boba Fett.
The Bounty Hunter. He/him. Pansexual.
FC: Temuera Morrison.
Poe Dameron.
The Pilot. He/him. Bisexual.
FC: Oscar Isaac.
Kylo Ren / Ben Solo.
The Dark. He/him. Demisexual.
FC: Adam Driver.
Rey.
The Lost. She/her. Bisexual.
FC: Daisy Ridley.
SW OC MUSE LIST.
Seryn Cerepath.
The Princess of Jedha. She/her. Pansexual.
FC: Aurora Ruffino.
Lina Mecetti.
The Spy. She/her. Bisexual.
FC: Alicia Vikander.
Mirela Lyn.
The Lost. She/her. Pansexual.
FC: Aiysha Hart.
I will write other muses upon request, but these are my mains.
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cannibalcoyote · 1 year
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Sinnelose Realiteit(Afrikaans)
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Dit was vroeg op'n donderdag oggend toe sy ontvang die verskriklike nuus dat haar man is dood.
Sy het gewonder waarom hy nie terugkeer huis laaste nag, selfs wag deur die selfoon, uiteindelik hom roep, maar nooit ontvang'n antwoord.
Sy het net geloop het haar kinders, Lisette en Alonso, hul lang oprit na die skool bus wag, saggies waai totsiens as dit luidrugtig weggery, uiteindelik laat haar glimlag en hand val as die bus het uit die oog. Draai terug na die huis loop sy besef die voëls is besonder stil, abnormaal so, dit het die stilte ongemaklik as wat sy was vasgevang met haar eindelose gedagtes; nie eens die wind huppelend die blare was so hard soos gewoonlik. Sy stryk haar swart gevleg hare na die kant voor pluk onrustig op die moue van haar blou-grys trui, styf wikkel haar arms om haar liggaam as sy het begin om die loop terug huis toe, luister nou na die crunch onder haar skoene, haar gedagtes nog dwaal in die verwarring oor waar haar man, Ryker, was. 'n paar stappe weg van haar stoep sy vertraag haar loop as sy hoor die geluid van'n motor, haar wankelrige stappe effens as sy omdraai, die onthulling van die staan-uit die swart-en-wit patroon van'n Belmont, Ohio die polisie die motor ry in die rigting van haar. Die glans teen die voorruit van die grys lug het dit onmoontlik gemaak om te sien wat jy ry, laat haar onseker is of om te voel oorstelp van vreugde of ontstelde op dit se verbasing voorkoms.
Die digter dit gery het die haar hart vinniger klop, neem in vlakker asem as sy kyk na die motor trek na'n stop'n paar meter weg. Haar hande onbewustelik wring mekaar as sy gewag het vir die motor deur te swaai oop, skielik voel ongemaklik warm, selfs al was dit redelik koud. Sy het geweet van die gevare haar man was in danke aan sy lyn van werk, en het geweet dat hy kon beseer word of gedood op enige oproep-uit, maar niks sou haar voor te berei vir die moedeloos kyk op die beamptes gesig as hy klim uit die motor.
Ryker was op die oproep met sy vennoot vir'n breek en betree in'n residensiële sone, die kriminele gegaan het uit die rug en afgeronde die huis te kom agter hulle as wat hulle gegaan het om te gaan deur die busted deur, skiet beide paar keer in die rug voor die loop. Die polisie is tans op soek na hom, maar het net twee getuies, een wat bijhorend hom as hy het begin om te breek maak hul deure oop, en'n buurman wat gesien het wat gebeur het en het die polisie.
As die beampte verduidelik wat gebeur het haar gedagtes het leeg, die reeds gedemp geraas van die bos heeltemal verdwyn en dat die ongemaklike hitte skielik verdwyn, die verlaat van haar liggaam in plaas daarvan voel leeg. Sy het gou gevind haarself gedwing om terug in die werklikheid toe die beampte het bereik uit om haar aan te raak skouer, dit was nie onbeskof of onwelkome aangesien hierdie beampte was baie goeie vriende met haarself en Ryker, maar die skielike en onverwagse kontak geskok haar genoeg te ruk haar skouer weg en neem'n stap terug. Hy het onmiddellik onttrek sy arm, sy oë gegooi af na die vloer, terwyl sy aangebreek'n jammer kyk as sy besef haar optrede.
Sy ten slotte gesê, "ek is jammer Carter, ek-ek voel net effens oorweldig op die oomblik."Haar stem timidly stil, 'n effense hakkel as sy probeer om te verstaan en beheer al die emosies skielik loop deur haar. 'n blik van die begrip spoel oor sy gesig voor knik sy kop plegtig en draai terug na sy motor, "Totsiens Saden."Carter het, bied'n kort, hartseer glimlag voordat versterking in sy motor en ry af.
Daar is baie gedagtes gedruis deur Saden se kop, al die nuus nie slaan haar ten volle nie. Met haar verstand racing sy stadig haar pad gemaak in haar kajuit huis, sluit die deur voor te rus haar voorkop hard teen die lood hout, gee haar een oomblik van vrede voor stoot af en op pad na die telefoon om te maak'n paar van die oproepe.
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Die huis is donker, gee af'n ontstellende en verwarring aura; die son nie opgestaan het nie en geen ligte in die buurt, maar hier is'n seuntjie met sy skool uniform en rugsak op stil-stil die sluiting van die voordeur. Hy begin loop weg van sy huis vinnig, die angstige atmosfeer rondom hom stadig verkwis die verdere hy het, sy gespanne skouers en op die rand kyk vermindering van om net effense paranoia.
Hy het'n litteken bo sy oog, die ietwat rooi kleur maak dit voor die hand liggend teen sy bleek vel. Hy het hierdie litteken dieselfde tyd wat hy verloor sy ma en half-suster, die motor-ongeluk was wreed, net hom en een van die ander motors passasiers na oorleef.
Hy skakerings sy oë weg van die verblindende hoofligte wat slaag deur elke so dikwels as wat hy loop af in die sypaadjie, sy paranoia verdwyn die nader hy nader Bingham se Dam. Hy vind'n plek weg van die pad, die opstel van sy sak af as hy neem die sluimerende swane en eende. 'n klein glimlag genades van sy funksies as hy onthou toe hy en sy ma, Liz, sou hier kom vroeg in die oggend om te praat en kyk na die sonsopkoms voor die skool; sy glimlag verdwyn so vinnig as wat dit aangekom het as hy besef hy kan net kom hier nou alleen. Hy kan altyd vra sy stap-pa Alec om te kom met hom, maar hy gevreesde enige reaksie Alec het, veral nou dat hy was die enigste een om te oorleef die motor te crash.
In'n poging om te skud sy gedagtes weg van die afgelope hy kyk terug na die swane, bewonder hul skoonheid teen die donker water. Die eerste paar son strale begin te gloei teen die dowwe lug, 'n effense briesie wat veroorsaak dat om hom te bewe as hy het geen eenvormige baadjie sedert daardie koste ekstra geld. As hy gaan sit en leun teen'n boom hy winces op die pyn opvlam in sy rug voor skud dit af en trek sy sak na hom, unbuckling die bevriesing metaal en die bereiking van in, trek uit'n gids met onvoltooide huiswerk; baie van hulle het crumples en trane selfs al het hy het hulle netjies in'n gids. Vrystelling van'n moeë en bitter sug hy begin werk, begin met sy naam, "het Archer Carlisle", sy koue hande maak dit moeiliker om te skryf en'n blik van verswaring flitse deur sy oë as hy weet dat hy nie sal kry al hierdie huiswerk gedoen voor die skool; vrees vul hom by die gedagte van om te sê Alec oor die slegte graad selfs al is sy onvoltooide en verskeur huiswerk was Alec se skuld. Met'n ander sug hy het weer aan die werk, probeer om te voltooi as baie van dit so vinnig en so akkuraat as moontlik.
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Dit was'n week sedert ek was vertel oor sy dood, het ek reeds geweet het wat ek kon nie bly in ons gemaklike Ohio huis, veral sedert Ryker dit gebou het; net loop deur die deur het'n walglike gevoel om oor my was om te weet dat ek sal hom nooit weer sien.
Die begrafnis was gister middag... Die swart rok wat ek gedra het, is nou'n hopie grys as in die firepit. My dogter Lisette het saam met my, dit was'n winderige dag met'n sprinkel van die reën afstof die grond buite, blyk dit dat die wêreld was selfs rou oor die verlies, maar dit is waarskynlik net vir my om betekenis in die eenvoudige dinge. My seun Alonso het die dood van sy vader baie moeilik, ek weet hoe naby hulle was, en sien my seun huil het'n traan breek deur middel van my fasade van krag, maar ek het om te vinnig vee dit weg as ek omhels my geween seun. Sy huil geduur het vir'n uur, Lisette begin om te huil as goed wanneer sy sien Al se skud vorm word getroos deur die myn. Daardie aand het ek het saam met hulle in hul kamer, sit op die vloer matte tussen hul twee beddens, een hand onder die knie in elkeen van my as ek jou vertel hulle stories na die stilte van hulle aan die slaap. Wanneer ek geweet het hulle was aan die slaap, ek het voortgegaan om hul hande te hou, leun my kop terug teen die hout muur as ek staar na die plafon, die lig van die maan die skep van skadu van die boom takke teen die teenoorgestelde muur. Ek het net sit daar, dink oor die oproepe wat ek gemaak het die dag toe ek die nuus ontvang; teen volgende week, wat is links van my familie sal wees in ons Skotland huis, weg van hier, weg van hom.
Ek het nog steeds nodig om die kinders te vertel, ek is nie seker hoe om te vertel hulle ons is weg te beweeg, weg van alles wat ons herinner van hul vader. Ek kan maar net hoop hulle sal nie verag my vir hierdie besluit, maar net te bly in hierdie huis veroorsaak dat my gedagtes om te dwaal in'n rigting wat ek sal nie toelaat dat my om in te gaan.
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Die klok lui hard as ek haastig in die sluiting van die deur van my klaskamer, en kyk in die kamer rond ek sien almal reeds sit en die onderwyser kyk na my opvallend. Die verlaging van my oë, ek reguit uit my huiswerk en draai-in die messily klaar bladsye aan die mandjie voor traipsing verby my juffrou se lessenaar te bereik my sitplek, vermy sy en almal anders se oë te alle tye.
Ek weet ek moet nie bang wees deur my onderwysers, maar Mnr Curraigh het dieselfde streng stem as Alec, en ek kan nie help nie, maar word angstig wanneer ek stap voet in sy klas; sy streng reëls en intimiderend statuur nie presies my help wanneer ek probeer om te onderskei tussen die twee.
Mnr Curraigh blik van sy rekenaar aan my, ek sluk senuweeagtig en skuif effens in my stoel as ek kyk af na die papier ek delikaat geplaas op my lessenaar. Die klas se stil chatter hervat het'n paar oomblikke gelede, maar is vinnig gestop weer toe Mnr Curraigh stoot sy leun figuur af van sy lessenaar en rustig strided aan die voorkant van die klas.
"Mnr Carlisle, wil om te verduidelik aan die klas hoekom is jy laat is? Weer."Sy nonchalant eerste sin grootliks gekontrasteer sy harde uitspraak van "weer". Onbewustelik het ek my kop laer as die klas is stil, ander klasse kan giggel, maar hulle weet nie om te skroef rond in hierdie klas.
Ek skud my kop " nee " nie ten volle vertrou my stem te beantwoord sonder om te hakkel.
"Ek kan nie hoor jy Archer. Sal jy verduidelik aan die klas hoekom is jy laat is."Sy skerp, aksent stem lui uit teen die stilte en geen ruimte gelaat om te verhoed dat sy vraag. Ek weet hy is op soek na my as hy wag vir sy antwoord. Ek het uiteindelik kyk op na hom, die beantwoording van stil as my blik voortdurend flikker tussen hom en die plafon.
"Ek het verslaap meneer, ek sal nie laat dit weer gebeur nie."Ek het probeer om aan te bied'n kalm gesig om hopelik ophou om hom van my roeping weer uit, my gedagtes binne-in is blêrende met gedagtes of hy sal aanvaar die verskoning of nie. 'n tweede slaag voordat hy loop terug na die witbord en begin skryf, almal vinnig kopieer dit af in hul notaboeke, die gesprek skynbaar vergeet. 'n aanduiding van die bekommer het voortgegaan om te nag in die agterkant van my kop dat hy geweet het my verskoning was'n vals, maar ek het nie tyd gehad om dit te gee enige nadenke as ek was reeds agter die val op die notas, en my onlangse pols besering is nie presies gaan om voordeel te trek my óf.
Die klas het uiteindelik geëindig het, die meeste mense is gepak en wag by die deur vir die klok, net'n paar mense sit by hul lessenaars. Ek snoepie die opgedra huiswerk in hul gids, plaas my notebook in my sak as goed. Ek bereik vir die gids wanneer die ander hand gryp dit die eerste keer, 'n hand wat aan geen student. Ek keek my oë voor vinnig kyk neer op die lessenaar, dit was Mnr Curraigh wat hou my huiswerk gids, hy was leun teen die lessenaar as hy afgeroomde deur die nou oop gids.
"Y'know, jou organisasie en sorg nie optel wanneer jy draai in geruk vraestelle."Hy sê as hy stadig sluit die gids, hou dit vir my uit te neem, wat ek doen vinnig volg deur met, stil plaas dit in my sak.
"Jy wil my vertel die werklike rede hoekom jy altyd lyk om te laat loop?"Mnr Curraigh vrae, sy gewoonlik hard en streng stem nou stiller en met'n wenk van kommer. Dit was'n paar oomblikke en ek het nog nie om te reageer wanneer hy stemme,
"Archer, as jy het'n werklike rede waarom jy is laat, ek verstaan, maar ek kan nie aanvaar hierdie vals verskonings nie. Hierdie is die 10de keer het jy is laat. As jy kan nie gee my'n ware rede dan het ek het om te gee jy aanhouding."Sy stem was nog nooit baie streng of harde regdeur die sin, met meer van'n waarskuwing toon vir dit, maar al wat ek kan uitkry as'n reaksie is om te onrustig skud my kop" nee " as ek kyk op om te voldoen aan sy blik. Mnr Curraigh net vorentoe kyk vir'n sekonde voor die vrystelling van'n bitter sug en druk af van die lessenaar.
"Moenie laat wees vir aanhouding Mnr Carlisle."Is al wat hy sê voor loop terug na sy lessenaar, die klok lui en die studente gedruis uit van die deur, myself volgende onmiddellik as om nie te laat wees om my volgende les. My gedagtes vir die res van die dag is vertroebel met hoe Alec sal reageer wanneer ek by die huis kom laat, hoe hy sal reageer wanneer ek vir hom sê ek het aanhouding weer. Die gevreesde poele in my bors, maak dit voel styf en die lug versmoor as ek strompel deur die dag.
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Eerste dag in ons nuwe huis, dit was'n huisie wat my ouers besit en ek geërf het. Ver weg van Ohio, ver weg van die Ryker, al die pad in Glasgow, Skotland, geleë in'n mooi area met lolling groen velde en'n klip muur netjies rondom dit.
Lisette en Alonso het die skuif beter as wat ek verwag het, sou dit lyk asof hulle wou om weg te kom soveel as wat ek gedoen het. Ek het genoem voor om seker te maak dat die huis is gereed vir wanneer ons aangekom het, en'n vriend van my ouers kom oor om te kyk na my kinders, want ek het om te gaan na my werk so gou as moontlik. Gedruis uit van die huis, het ek vinnig gee die vriend'n drukkie, vinnig met vermelding van die tyd ek sal tuis wees voor wedrenne oor na my gehuur Volkswagen voertuig. My sakke band draai as ek probeer om te plaas alles in die kar, ek het vinnig stoot dit in die passasiersitplek voor die aanpassing van die spieëls en die opskrif af na my nuwe werk.
Die grys wolke rommelstrooi die lug herinner my'n baie van die huis, maar hierdie besige stad is presies wat ek nodig het om te kry weg van my klein dorpie lewe. Ry aan die linkerkant is nogal vreemd, al is, iets wat sal neem sommige gewoond raak aan.
As ek trek in die parkeerterrein ek sien dat die skool is nader aan die einde van die dag, ek hoop ek sal nie afgedank kry voor ek selfs begin. Vinnig struikel deur die kantoor deur, ek reguit my postuur en hemp voor loop na die balie en verklaar ek is die nuwe wetenskap onderwyser. Die vrou glimlag voor bel iemand, ek neem aan die skoolhoof of miskien'n ander onderwyser.
Na wag vir sowat 2 minute, die kantoor deur hard clamors oop, 'n lang man met dik lig bruin hare en'n intimiderende statuur vordering in, gee'n klein knik na die vrou voor nader my. Ek staan op en skud sy aangebied hand.
"Hallo daar, ek is Mnr Curriagh of Aric, ek is hier om jou begelei na jou klas."Sy stem het'n dik aksent aan dit, iets wat ek sal hê om te kry wat gebruik word te nou, aangesien ek woon in Skotland. Sy intimiderend houding blyk te kontras met die vriendelike glimlag hy bied.
"Plesier om jou te ontmoet Aric, ek is Saden."Ek beleefd reageer voor om hom te lei my uit die kantoor en in die gang af.
"So, jy is die nuwe wetenskap onderwyser?"Hy stemme in effense nuuskierigheid, gaan voort om te navigeer die leë sale.
"Ja, wat doen jy leer?"Ek vraag, loop vinniger om tred te hou met sy vinnige tempo.
"O my? Ek het nog altyd'n literatuur persoon."Sy reaksie veroorsaak'n klein glimlag te verskyn, is die feit dat mense hier is so mooi en verwelkoming is iets wat ek aanbid. Ons kom tot stilstand gekom na die ander oomblik van die loop.
"Wel, dit is jou klas, maar jy aangekom het'n bietjie laat."Hy het verduidelik as ons kyk na die studente te pak hul sakke. Ek vrylating van'n stil sug, natuurlik sou ek mis die hele eerste dag van my werk.
"Moenie bekommerd wees oor die vermiste jou klas is, kan jy pop in om te help met die aanhouding of verken die gronde."Aric state as hy flikker sy oë van die venster na my, ek is oor om te reageer wanneer die klok lui hard, eggo deur die leë sale voor die klaskamer deure swaai oop en studente lêer uit. Ons albei staan naby die venster om my klas totdat die sale stil sit weer, slegs'n paar studente staan rond, terwyl sommige is nou net die afwerking van oppak.
Aric beurte om te praat om my weer as sy blik draai na iets agter my, sy skielike skree verrassings my, en ek het vinnig draai om om te sien die skuldige.
'n jong seun met donker bruin hare onmiddellik breek, sy oë gaan wye by geskree, sy arm strenger sy hou om sy boek klou teen sy bors.
"Archer. Aanhouding is in die ander rigting."Aric state as hy loop tot by die student. Ek sou verwag dat enige student om senuweeagtig te wees op wat genoem word deur'n onderwyser, maar hierdie student, Archer, verskyn ronduit vreesbevange.
Voor Archer in staat is om te reageer, Aric begin om weer te praat. "Dit is die tweede keer wat jy het probeer om oor te slaan aanhouding, Archer."Gee'n effense breek as hy wag vir'n antwoord, na ontvangs van niemand hy kom uit'n sug van irritasie voor en sê, "Kom saam met my Archer."Begin om te loop terug na my, Archer sleep'n paar stappe agter met sy oë opgelei op die vloer.
"Ek is jammer om te sny jou toer kort, maar ek het te begelei hierdie student te aanhouding."Aric state as hy kyk terug na Archer.
"Heeltemal in orde Aric, omgee as ek kom met? Ek het mis my eerste dag na alles."Ek vraag, skrams by Archer, sy oë nie verskuif van die vloer die hele tyd. Aric kortliks knik sy kop voor die leiding van die manier om te aanhouding. Ek het vinnig volg, probeer om tred te hou, luister as Aric beskryf die dele van die skool wat ons deurgaan.
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Wie is hierdie persoon? Is sy die nuwe juffrou? Sy het sê sy mis haar eerste dag hier, en ons nuwe onderwyser vir die wetenskap nie in staat was om te wys.
Ek lig my kop op, my oë het op soek na haar vir'n oomblik as ek oorweeg of ek moet vra my vraag is of nie. Uiteindelik gee in te nuuskierigheid, ek vra, "Is jy die nuwe wetenskap onderwyser?"My vraag blyk te skrik hulle albei uit van hul klein praat, Mnr Curraigh nou stil as ek wag op haar antwoord. Sy draai na my toe en bied'n vriendelike glimlag voor te reageer, "Ja, dit is my, jy kan my bel Mev Monroe."Haar reaksie is mooi maar kort, en haar stem gelyk te wankel effens toe sy sê haar laaste naam, wat veroorsaak dat my kop te kantel ooit so effens in verwarring by haar onwilligheid om te praat haar laaste naam.
"Dit is lekker om jou te ontmoet Mev Monroe, my naam is Archer."Ek het reageer, my stem skynbaar meer selfversekerd en harder as my normale toon, al het ek skaars gee dit'n gedagte. Vir die tyd wat oorgebly het van die loop te aanhouding, ek het dit praat met Mev Monroe, ek weet nie hoekom nie, maar sy was makliker om te praat met, dit kon gewees het van haar nie-intimiderend houding en hoogte is, of moontlik dat sy herinner my aan my ma, beide van wat is geloofwaardig.
Ons praat oor die boek was ek hou wanneer Mnr Curraigh kom tot'n stilstand, die kamer wat aanhouding is gehou in wat reg is in die voorkant van ons. Ek reik uit na gryp die handvatsel, 'n oomblik vergeet oor my pols besering totdat ek die vrylating van'n grunt van pyn, onmiddellik trek my pols terug en hou dit teen my bors as die harde aangrypende gevoel dat vloede my stelsel, wat my herinner van gister.
Beide Mnr Curraigh en Mev Monroe lyk geskok oor my skielike uitbarsting van pyn, Mev Monroe is oor om iets te sê maar ek het geen tyd om te dink, struikel agteruit ek draai effens en hardloop af. Ek gaan na die enigste plek waar ek veilig voel, Bingham se Dam, of Swan Dam as my ma gebruik om te sê, net om te onthou wat veroorsaak dat'n golf van angs te vee deur my liggaam, al hierdie dinge wat gebeur is te oorweldigend. Eers het ek verloor my ma en suster in'n motor-ongeluk, dan is my stap-pa(wat reeds nie van my hou nie) blameer my vir dit, en nou het ek'n onderwyser wat herinner my presies van my ma, ek weet eenvoudig nie hoe ek moet voel of te reageer op hierdie situasies nie. Ek is so vasgevang in hierdie produktiewe gedagtes en seer pyn wat ek versuim om te hoor die voetstappe nader kom. Dit was die skielike hand op my skouer wat veroorsaak het dat my om te snak in verrassing op die teenwoordigheid van'n ander persoon. Vinnig draai my kop het ek verwag om te sien'n woedende Mnr Curraigh of dalk Alec, maar ek is in plaas ontmoet deur Mev Monroe se hartseer glimlag as sy crouches langs my. Om uit te reik haar hand vir my pols ek wankel weg, maar na nog'n tweede toelaat dat haar om te sien my pols, ignoreer die moontlike gevolg dat sy dalk die vraag hoe ek volgehoue hierdie besering.
Dit was die effense verbreding van haar oë wat veroorsaak het dat my om te volg haar blik, ek verkies om nooit kyk na my beserings, so sien my pols al geswel en gekneus oorsake my oë te verbreed sowel. Sy het liggies raak aan my pols en ek het dadelik trek weg, die pyn skroei deur my arm. Sy lyk om daar te sit in'n oomblik van denke, as al oorweeg wat sy moet sê.
"Archer. Hoe het dit gebeur?"Daar was dit, die een ding wat ek nie wil hê om te hoor. Ek skud my kop en kyk weg, nou eers besef dat'n paar trane het gestroom my gesig af, vinnig vee hulle met my vry hand. Ek hoor nie'n reaksie op my weiering so ek kyk terug, sien Mev Monroe trane terug te hou as goed, al is die rede waarom, weet ek nie. Skud haar kop, sy stoot haarself af van die vloer, en bereik'n hand vir my, wat ek stadig neem. Nou staan ek stof myself af met my goeie hand, losweg hou my rugsak as ek wag op haar vrae.
Al wat sy doen is, skynbaar skud haar kop na haarself, voor beduie vir my om haar te volg. Sy lei my terug na die skool, nooit praat of loer na my, net staar vorentoe, byna emptily. Sy neem my na die mediese kamer en vertel my om te wag by die deur as sy loop weg om te gesels met'n verpleegster. Ek wonder wat sy sê, het sy vermoed dat my stap-pa het hierdie beserings? Of dink sy nog'n student het dit gedoen vir my? Moet ek net hardloop terwyl ek nog steeds die kans? My gedagtes is skielik gestop as beide Mev Monroe en die suster loop oor na my, my senuweeagtigheid skop in op'n ander persoon nou teenwoordig.
Ek probeer om nie aandag te gee aan die flare-ups van pyn as die suster toegedraai my pols in'n ys-sak, die ysige koue maak my bewe as die weer buite was reeds koud. Na'n paar minute van die versiersuiker my pols sy bring'n kompressie verband, snoesige wikkel my pols en hand, die pyn verminder nie, maar handhaaf'n bestendige pyn wat rondom my hele arm. Toe sy klaar sy gee my instruksies om te doen elke dag, en'n nota vir die klas om te sien as dit was my die skryf van die hand.
Loop oor na die deur, ek spot Mev Monroe wag daar, haar vriendelike glimlag vervang deur'n ernstige en streng kyk, een wat maak my voetstappe'n bietjie meer huiwerig. Ons verlaat die med kamer, en loop uit in die stil, verlate gang, haar gesig nog steeds ernstig as ons beide stop.
"Hoe het jy daardie besering Archer."Dit was nie'n vraag nie, maar iets wat aangedring het op'n antwoord, die een wat ek was baie huiwerig om te gee. Hengel my gesig weg van haar ek skud my kop " nee " weer, wil nie om haar te vertel die waarheid, my gedagtes blêrende dat dit sou lei tot meer pyn as goed, dat selfs indien sy het glo my, niemand anders sou.
"Archer, as jy nie vertel my, dan sal ek om jou te vertel die kantoor te bel jou pa."Sê sy, haar stem verloor sommige van dit is streng as sy pogings om my te kry om te antwoord.
Hoor haar bel Alec my pa veroorsaak dat al hierdie gevoelens om net ontplof, my woede vloei vrylik, en ek kan nie help nie, maar reageer chaoties, "HY IS NIE MY PA!"My skree echos af in die gang, die stilte het in sy wakker is ongemaklik, al die woede-gedrewe vertroue vinnig laat my lyf as ek uitasem. Sy is nie dom nie, sy gaan om uit te vind wat gaan aan, ek sal geneem word weg van my huis, die laaste plek wat herinner my van die ma en my suster.
Haar houding blyk te versterk na die aanhoor van my reaksie, ek kan net hoop sy sal nie kwaad wees saam met my uitbarsting.
"Ek is net gaan om te vra jy een meer tyd. Wat het dit gedoen."Haar stem was doodse stilte, die tweede sin om hard uiteengesit en laat geen ruimte vir verskonings. Ek het uiteindelik die gesig van haar, maar my kop is nog steeds verlaag, my oë flikker tot haar elke so dikwels as wat ek dink wat ek gaan sê.
"....Alec."My stem feitlik'n fluister, alhoewel ek weet sy het dit gehoor, en die wete dat iemand anders is bewus van hierdie geheim nie net veroorsaak dat my om te voel... kwesbaar.
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OM TE LET GO by Chestlyn Draghoender som brase hetti lyn nien kan maak latte vroumens haaself haat.dat sy haaself oek nooit kan vegiewe nieal het sy niks vekeed gadoeni. om brase sit met harte soes gabriekte glaswat displei wod as haat en verwyte.selfs hul biologiese kinnes lei daa’onneren soe wodi ghep net groter. os needi pastors en intersessorsommi problems te solwi.os need oeki mense wat…
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MARIA MONTESSORI (1870-1952) By die oorlye van die Italiaanse vroue opvoedkundige, Maria Montessori, op 6.5.1952 het die Nederlandse opvoed kundige, Marthinus Langeveld, gesê dat in háár 'n groot, eenvoudige en onsenti mentele liefde vir die kind geleef het en dat in haar skole tallose kinders geluk kig was. Miskien is hierdie eenvoudige huldeblyk die grootste wat aan enige opvoedkundige gebied kan word.
Sy is op 31.8.1870 in die Italiaanse provinsie, Ancona, gebore. Sy was die enigste kind van minder bemiddelde ouers. Ses-en-twintig jaar later pro moveer sy met onderskeiding in die medisyne aan die Universiteit van Rome en word sy Italië se eerste vroulike arts. Onmiddellik daarna word sy assistente aan die psigiatriese kliniek aan die Universiteit van Rome. Hier kom sy in aanraking met idiotiese sowel as swaktereg dat daar dus iets ernstigs geskort het aan die onderwys ook van die ver standelik normale en die bo-normale kind.
In 1906 raadpleeg 'n filantroop Mon tessori oor die wyse waarop die kinders van 'n groot aantal huiskasernes in Rome sinvol besig gehou kan word. Hierin het sy 'n gulde geleentheid gevind om haar opvoedkundige idees op nor male kinders uit te toets. Met geldelike steun van die weldoener begin sy 'n skool wat sy die Casa dei Bambini of Kinderhuis noem. Dit was eintlik 'n kleuterskool en geen blote bewaarskool nie, want die motief wat ten grondslag daarvan gelê het was sosiaal-pedagogies. Soortgelyke skole, waaronder een in Milaan en 'n ander vir Italiaansspre kende kinders in Switserland, het spoe dig gevolg en die segetog van die Mon tessori-metode het begin.
In 1911 het hierdie begaafde vrou met die ruim hart begin om die lyn van haar opvoedkundige denke van die kleuterperiode na kinders in die laer skool deur te trek. Intussen het sy talle publikasies voorberei om haar idees bekend te stel. In 1907 het 'n belangrike werk van haar verskyn wat uiteindelik in 17 tale vertaal is en in Nederland onder die titel De Methode Montes sori: Zelfopvoeding van het Jonge Kind gepubliseer is. Die fondamentsteen van haar metode
sinnige en vertraagde kinders wat ern stige sintuigstoornisse en leerprobleme bet. Sy het dié werk met groot erns en bekwaamheid gedoen. Montessori se sukses met vertraagde
is: die vryheid van die kind in sy spontane uiting. Dit was haar diepe oor tuiging dat wanneer ons die kind, sy noem hom in 'n latere werk,,die vergete burger", begryp en die riglyne van sy groei kon volg en eerbiedig, ons in staat sal wees om die mensheid te verbeter en die beskawing te behou en te veredel. Montessori het talle reise onderneem: nog voor die Eerste Wêreldoorlog het sy reeds na Amerika gegaan, daarna na Spanje, toe weer na Londen, terug na Italie, later selfs na Indie, Vanwel haar internasionale roem is dit begryplik dat
Nadat sy studiereise na Londen en Parys onderneem het, begin sy om streeks 1900 om self swaksinnige kinders te onderrig. Teen die gangbare mening van haar tyd in het Montessori ingesien dat die behandeling van die swaksinnige kind eerder 'n pedagogiese as 'n diese probleem is. Die resultate van luar werk met agterlike kinders was verbluffend. Baie van hierdie kinders so skool prestasies het met haar benadering nie igter gestaan by normale kinders se werk nie. Haar gevolgtrekking was
kindersdaar spoedig 'n Internasionale Mon tessori-Instituut tot stand sou kom. Die Montessori-pedagogiek
Omdat haar idees so 'n geweldige stoot aan onderwysvernuwing in die Westerse wereld gegee het en baie van haar metodes vandag nog in talle skole too passing vind, sal dit die moeite loon om kortliks op sistematiese wyse na haar pedagogiek te kyk:
Die filosofic wat ten grondslag van haar opvoedingsleer lê word vervolgens in breë trekke onder die volgende ge sigspunte gestel: die regte van die kind, selfontwikkeling deur spontane aktiwi teit, leermiddele en omgewing, leiding, sosiale opvoeding en vryheid, versprei. ding van idees. Die regte van die kind
Al die boeke en artikels van Montessori getuig van haar liefde en eerbied vir die kind. Die kind is die nuwe mens van die toekoms en daarom die draer van die toekomstige lewe. In hom ontplooi die wonder van die lewe, en vir hierdie wonder moet die opvoeder ontsag hê. Haar geskrifte is egter geen senti mentele kinderverafgoding nie. Sy kom op vir die regte van die kind wat sy basies beskou as die reg op die hulp en die liefde van die volwassene.
spontane aktiwiteit homself moet ont wikkel. Sy vergelyk die kind met 'n geestelike embrio of saad wat die vorm insluit wat dit later sal aanneem. Hierdie ontsluiting, meen sy, kan slegs langs die weg van die kind se eie arbeid geskied. Arbeid is 'n spontane kinderlike aktiwi teit en die skool moet die vrye ont plooiing van die kind in sy gevoelige lewensperiodes laat gedy deur aan hom genoegsame geleenthede te bied om self aktief del te neem aan sy eie vorming.
Leermiddele en omgewing 'n Belangrike periode is die juiste tyd. stip vir die verwerwing van bepaalde kennis, of die verkryging van bepaalde vaardighede. Die taak van die onder wyseres as leidster van die kind is niks anders nie as om op die juiste oomblik die geskikte materiaal byderhand te hê vir die kind om self daarmee te werk. Die skoolomgewing moet deur eenvoud en goeie smaak gekenmerk word. Tafel tjies, stoeltjies, oop kassies, mooi prente aan die mure, Montessori leermiddele, blokke en speelgoed is dan ook in al die huislike Montessori-klaskamers gebring. Leiding
In een van haar laaste boeke met die mooi titel Aan die Basis van die Lewe formuleer sy 'n gebed wat sy vir alle Montessori-leidsters geleer het. Hierdie gebed, wat eintlik 'n pedagogiese geloofs belydenis is, lees vry vertaal soos volg:
Help ons, o Heer, om deur te dring tot die geheim van die kind, sodat ons hom kan ken, kan liefhê en hom kan dien ooreenkomstig U wette van reg verdigheid en volgens U heilige wil." Selfontwikkeling deur spontane aktiwi teit
Slegs deur 'n goeie opvoeding kan die verborge skat van moontlikhede wat sluimerend in elke kind is, tot ont luiking kom. Die hoofbeginsel van haar onderwysmetodiek is dat die kind deur
Die taak van die onderwyseres is om die omgewing in te rig en die regte klimaat te skep vir die kind om deur eie akti witeit self te ontwikkel. Haar taak is dus nie onbelangrik nie. Inteendeel, dit is baie belangrik, maar sy moet besef dat sy intelligente waarneemster van die kind in sy eie arbeid moet wees en nie sy aktiwiteit uit sy hande moet probeer neem nie.
Sosiale opvoeding en vryheid Waar Montessori soveel klem op die kind se spontane uitinge plaas, is dit begryplik dat sy ook 'n standpunt in ooreenstemming hiermee ten opsigte van vryheid en gesag in die opvoeding sou huldig. Sy beklemtoon die in diwiduele vryheid van die kind en wil hê dat gocie orde juis uit hierdie vrywees van die kind gebore moet word. Daar mag voorts geen beloning aan 'n kind, maar ook geen straf gegee word nie. Beloning en straf is (volgens haar) verkeerde uiterlike prikkels. Wat die etiese betref, moet daar so min as moontlik reëls neergelê en verbods bepalinge gemaak word. Eintlik moet slegs verbied word wat onaangenaam of nadelig vir die groep is. Verspreiding van idees
Die sukses van Montessori was fabelag tig. Binne tien jaar na die opening van die eerste kinderhuis was haar naam oor die hele wêreld bekend en het sy talle internasionale kursusse gereël en kongresse toegespreek. Onderwysmense en ouers het van heinde en ver gekom om haar skole te besoek. Die tyd was Typ vir haar idees wat gesien is as die antwoord op die dringende behoeftes aan hervorming van die skool. Die sosiale motief van har opvoedingsleer het orals weerklank gevind, want sy wou die opvoeding diensbaar maak aan
maatskaplike vooruitgang deur die vry making van die kind en die uitwissing van sy onkunde, sy sedelike onmondig heid en sy geestelike onvolwassenheid.
Soos Ellen Key was ook Maria Mon tessori 'n radikale denker wat daarom sowel vurige verdedigers as felle kritici vanuit ortodokse kant gehad het. Die klassikale onderwysstelsel is nie so 'n vreeslike ramp as wat sy te kenne wou gee nie en haar afbakening van die kind se gevoelige periodes is darem te een sydig biologies. Ook beklemtoon sy die vryheid van die kind ten koste van die gesag van die opvoeder. Dit bly egter 'n feit dat die omvang en die weerklank van haar denke enorm was en nog steeds is. Haar grootste verdienste is geleë in haar insig in en begrip van die persoonlike waardigheid van elke kind. Vir die erkenning van die regte van die kind het sy alles veil gehad in 'n tyd toe mense meesal nog nie gereken het dat die jong kind wetenskaplike studie waardig is nie.
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Buildings along René-Lévesque Boulevard. July 29, 2022. Photograph by Alifah Zainuddin
It was the opening day of AIDS 2022. After covering a few sessions and the opening event earlier in the day, Su-Lyn and I made our way later that evening to Centre Bell, a 10-minute walk from our place, to catch Kevin Hart live.
The breezy summer weather and wide streets in Montreal make it ideal for travelling around the city on foot.
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Unnatural Affairs. Chapter 12: Home and Haunts.
(Ally + Lyn + Michael)
Lyn.
I swam the early morning practice and told Coach Jacob I would swim with my old team back home over the weekend, which he had no issue with. I’ve never missed a practice before, so he had nothing to worry about from me.
I tossed my duffel bag in the back of Olivia’s car, and more carefully put my bookbag with my laptop and school things back there as well. She arrived early this morning, waiting for me to get “my shit together” (her words). I had rolled my eyes at the dramatics of it all. I closed the trunk loudly and walked around to the passenger side.
Loryn had protested to me loudly that she didn’t think I should go all week, with Maddie and the twins backing her up. I tried to explain to them my reasoning, but it was hard to explain a logical thing when hiding all the facts. Of course, I kept up with the bear story, which I knew Loryn didn’t believe for a second, but it was the only thing I had. It’s not like I could tell her the fucking truth, could I?
Then Ally had said something to me about it too, and I know that bloody Loryn told her to talk to me. Fricking caring stupid jerk. I was totally going to give her shit for it once I got back. Speaking of Ally…
God, I couldn’t get the thoughts of last night out of my head! I had the whole damn thing planned out in my head before the horrible phone call ruined everything. I took her hand in mine, then I would ask her in this super sexy voice ‘want to go on a date with me, Ally?’ and I dunno, we probably would have had a super passionate kiss at the end. But nope! Stupid. Fucking. Ghosts. Ruined. It.
I swear, I made it my mission to help those people move on as quickly as possible after that.
I just…I just wanted it so badly! When I was in first year, I dated a lot as a way to feel freedom from finally being away from home, since mum and dad hadn’t wanted me to date much in high school. I was tall, I think good-lookin’ enough, and smart. People wanted to date me, and I just fell into it so fast. Of course, like with Derek, a lot of the relationships were toxic or over quickly. This felt real, and I wanted to grab a hold of it and hang on with dear life.
So yeah, I was in a sour mood this morning, to say the least. I climbed into the passenger seat and instantly dug around in my pockets for my earbuds, because I was not ready to sit here and try to make awkward conversation with Olivia for 5 hours.
Olivia lived near the university, about a 20-minute drive away, which is how she got there so fast the other day. Our hometown was back in Nova Scotia. Sydney was a nice place to live, but we were both ready to get away, it seems. I was scouted by this school to swim for scholarship, and Olivia and her boyfriend Trevor both got jobs out this way. Leigh went off to Calgary, but I guess she was flying in for the holidays, which I guess if you make as much as she does, I would too.
I was content to sit there listening to my music for the whole trip, but Olivia had other ideas. She jabbed my thigh with a very sharp fingernail, getting my attention clearly. The whole reason I was going home was for her, though, so I made the effort to not growl at her. Instead, I pulled my earbud out.
“What?”
“I’m bored,” she tsked. “Talk to me.”
“About what?”
“Whatever you want, Lyn.”
I pursed my lips, staring out the window. I settled for talking about my history paper on major women in history. Olivia listened to me ramble about Florence Nightingale and Catherine the Great as she nodded and hummed in interest. I asked how she was finding work, which she responded by telling me that work was fine, but she really hated working with David who would loudly interrupt her during meetings all the time. I responded with anger when necessary, picking at a hole in my shoe.
Olivia glanced over briefly before returning her attention to the road. “You know mum is going to tell you to throw those out, right?”
I nodded. “And I’ll ignore her and just hide them in my bag like I did last time.”
“You think they’ll notice the blood spots?”
“Huh?” I looked over at her before looking down at my shoes. I didn’t even notice the red spots staining the fabric, but I could see it on the laces. Suddenly I felt a little nauseous. Maybe it was time to get a new pair after all. I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest.
“Hey, maybe I have a pair left at home you can borrow,” Olivia suggested lightly.
“Probs not, Liv,” I said, closing my eyes. “My feet are def bigger than yours.”
“Oh, right.”
Silence filled the car again, aside from whatever Olivia had playing from the speakers. I actually felt myself drifting off, enjoying the boring lull of the car driving along the highway. I decided I was going to take this time to catch up on some missed sleep.
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I woke up a little while later, yawning wide enough to pop my jaw. Olivia snorted and said, “Nice nap?”
“You don’t even know,” I stretched, cracking my shoulders and fingers as I did. “I needed that so bad.” Judging from sun, we were nearly there. We left sometime this morning, and the sun was high in the sky now, so I guessed it was after noon.
“I should have made you drive,” she said with a joking bite to her tone. “Then I could have napped like you.”
“I would have if you asked,” I said. “I just didn’t think you’d trust me driving your car.”
“Fair point.” She pulled into a gas station, telling me she was just filling up and using the bathroom before we got on the road again. I decided I’d do that too, even if gas station bathrooms were probably one of the scariest things on the planet. Even that weird ghost monster wasn’t as scary.
I brought my own soap in with me as I went into the building. I borrowed the key and used the God forsaken bathroom as quickly as possible, not even putting my butt on the seat. I was not risking catching anything sketch.
Back in the car, I munched on the KitKat that I bought. Olivia came out, slid into her seat, and shuddered. I handed her some hand sanitizer, which she used a gracious amount before she started the car again.
We drove for a blissful 30 minutes of silence before Olivia got a stupidly devious look on her face. I frowned in trepidation.
“Did you ask her out yet?”
There it was. My ears burned as I looked out the window. “No,” I muttered.
“What was that?” she asked teasingly.
“I said no!”
She laughed. “Aw, poor baby. Couldn’t work up the courage, eh?”
“I did! Just something- oh it was- fuck.” I covered my face with my hands and moaned in frustration. “I was going to ask but we got interrupted.”
“Aww,” she cooed. “I feel bad, I really do.”
“I don’t think you do,” I grumbled with my face still covered. I heard Olivia laugh again as she turned down the familiar street. I sat up a little bit straighter as we pulled into the driveway, my stomach settling heavily. All of sudden, I regretted that chocolate bar.
The outside of my house looked exactly as it did last time I was here. I slowly got out of the car, taking my time to grab my bags. Olivia was very aware I was stalling, but she said nothing. She grabbed her own things and patted me on the back. I gave her a tight smile in return.
Together we walked up to the door. Olivia let herself in, calling out as she walked through the doorway. I followed behind her quietly, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I untied my shoes and kicked them off, tucking them deep into the shoe rack, just so mum didn’t see it. I heard voices coming from the living room, so I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves and went there.
Olivia was talking to Leigh, who smiled when she saw me. I waved to her, allowing her to give me a hug when she walked over. She pulled away, concern on her face. Leigh took my face in hands, looking me in the eye.
“You look tired, Lyndsey.”
“Lyn,” I gently removed her hands. “I’ve told you that.”
She gave a curt nod. “Sorry. Lyn. You look tired,” she repeated. “Are you sleeping okay? Is something stressing you out?”
“I’m okay,” I assured her. “Just some stuff happened on campus, but it’s getting better.” I shot a look at Olivia that said Do NOT tell her about my arm.
Olivia raised her eyebrow, her look said, I will if I feel like it’s important. Trust me a little, brat.
I rolled my eyes, looking away. Leigh looked between us two, a look of suspicion crossing her face. Leigh was in her early 30s, whereas I was turning 20 next year. We had a pretty big gap between us. Sometimes I think mum never meant to have another child after her, but somehow got pregnant with Olivia and me. Even then, Olivia was 26, so there was a sizable age difference still.
“Where’s mum and dad?” I asked, still looking around.
“Patio,” said Leigh. I nodded in acknowledgement. I decided I was going to take my bags upstairs first before saying hello, but Olivia had other ideas. She basically dragged me out there as I sullenly followed behind.
They both looked over when Leigh opened the patio door. I smiled awkwardly as dad came over to give me a hug. Mum stood up, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she hugged me as well.
She looked me up and down sternly before giving me a nod of approval. “You look well, Lyndsey.”
I resistant the urge to correct her, not wanting to start a fight right away. The look she gave me was startling familiar, as if I was looking in a mirror. That ‘all my attention is on you look’ that I gave people. Same face shape, same hair colour, same eye colour. Out of everyone in the family, I took after our mum Evelyn Hart the most. Leigh looked more like dad, same brown eyes and brown hair, while Olivia was a mix of the two. I only got the stupid big ears and freckles from dad.
“I’m doing well,” I said, not breaking eye contact. “Classes are going well, and we placed pretty high at our last meet. I finished first in the 200 Fly.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” she said. “I don’t expect anything less.”
I know… I nodded, walking away from her. Mum got distracted by talking to Olivia, so I was free to escape. I just had to remind myself that I did it for Olivia, things will be okay. I wanted to do this. It was only for a few days; I could manage this.
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Ally.
I ran out of the car and hugged my dog Wallaby tightly. I missed him so much it was unreal. Mom chuckled as she walked past with my bag in tow. I let him slobber on me for a couple of minutes before leading him inside.
Dad was waiting for me in the hallway, watching as I took my shoes and coat off. I walked over and gave him a hug, which he returned.
“I missed you, Alexandra,” he murmured as he ran his fingers down my hair.
“I missed you too, dad,” I said truthfully. Sure, my relationship with him was messy at times, but I still loved him. His heart was in the right place, it was his actions that were the problem. I pulled away, looking over his face carefully.
He smiled, fixing my glasses. “It’s only been a month and half, but you already look so grown, baby girl.”
I smiled back before we both left. I went upstairs to get my things ready, Wallaby following behind me happily as he wagged his tail. I would kidnap him and bring him back if I could. Mum already got the bed ready for me, my bag sitting in the corner of the room. I stood in the doorway for a minute, taking in my old room. It was making me feel a little emotional, if I was being honest. Wallaby licked my hand before shuffling his head under it for pets.
We just sat on the floor together for a while, a girl and her dog. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about a lot of things. A lot of things have happened since I left home, after all. I made new friends, potentially might have a girlfriend (eeek!), doing surprisingly well in my classes (despite me falling asleep in half of them), and I’m finally getting in touch with my ‘unnatural’ side. Although being away from home was hard at first, I found that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Maybe it’s just because I’ve been too busy to focus on that loss feeling, but even then, I don’t think I would have noticed it. The only thing I really miss, besides my parents of course, was the safety of this home. Never once did a ghost of any sorts ever dare cross the boundary of this home. Already I felt a sense of calm residing in my chest, one that I didn’t realize was missing since going to Mount Seamus. I guess since there was so much spiritual presence on campus that my body was constantly on edge.
I turned my head to look at Wallaby, who was snoozing away with that happy content dog look on his yellow face. I gently rubbed my hand against his far, but he didn’t even bother to grace me with a look. I definitely was sneaking him back to my residence somehow.
I didn’t realize I dozed off until my mom was knocking on the door, only to burst into laughter when she saw me and the dog sleeping on the floor together. She informed that the dog was snoring less than I was, which I didn’t believe for a second.
Quickly I got washed up for supper. I went downstairs to smell a very happy scent, mom’s cooking. Okay, scratch all the sappy stuff I just said, I actually missed this the most. I took my usual seat as the dog snuck under the table, knowing that me and dad would feed him some table scraps when we thought mom wasn’t looking.
Mom placed a plate of lasagna in front of me, and I swear I had to stop myself from drooling everywhere. I waited as patiently as I could as mom got her and dad set up. Once dad finished with saying Grace, I scarfed my meal down quickly. I could have cried because of how good it was. Sorry, Wallaby, but I don’t think you’re getting anything from me tonight.
As I made my way through my second serving, dad was explaining how my grandma was visiting for the holiday. I nodded as I listened through one ear, not really listening fully until I noticed the tonal shift in my dad’s voice. He was looking at me expectantly.
My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry?”
He sighed, “I said, do you have anything to share? About school?”
I chewed slowly as I nodded. Now both of my parents were looking at me, so I swallowed my mouthful. I explained how I became friends with Michael and Mags due to our similar class schedule. Then trying my absolute best to not blush or stammer like a fool, I also talked about Lyn and how quickly we connected. My dad waggled his eyebrows at me with a big dumb grin on his face.
“It’s not like that!”
“If you say so, Alexandra,” he chuckled.
“Mom!”
She just shrugged her shoulders in acceptance. “You’re good at a lot of things, darling, but hiding your crushes was never one of them. Remember Jordan Ritter?”
My first crush ever? Of course I remembered Jordan. I was still figuring myself out and couldn’t understand why I always got so flustered around her until I was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer with a friend when it finally all clicked together. It turned out that while I was struggling to comprehend that, my parents were laughing because they had a feeling since I was a young girl. Not my most shining moment, truthfully.
I grumbled as I stabbed my fork into the salad. “Okay, whatever. I really like her.” I didn’t think my face could burn any brighter.
Mom brought out my favourite dessert after that, a banana cream pie. I wolfed down two slices before I finally felt full enough to vomit. Mission achieved. Dad insisted on cleaning up, so mom went out for her nightly walk as I headed upstairs to shower.
I flopped onto my bed, hair still up in the towel. It was nice to be in my own bed. I ran my hand over the notches in the bedpost. I put them there when I was younger, for every time I spoke to a ghost that day. Dad never asked what they were for, so I never explained. I was surprised by the number, not remembering all of them. Should I add the other 3 now?
Wallaby hopped up onto my bed, causing me to giggle as I snuggled him. I’m glad that the feeling of being missed was mutual. I was ready for bed now. There was nothing else I needed; my dog was here.
“I missed you too,” I whispered into his head. I kissed his snout, which he responded my licking my nose.
I got up to turn the lights off and snuggled back in bed beside him. I know you’re not suppose to sleep with wet hair, but it felt so good, okay? But just as I was ready to sleep, my phone went off with the She-ra theme song. I reached over for it, confused, until I saw the number.
“Hey,” I smiled as I answered it.
“Hey. Did you get home okay?” Lyn’s warm voice asked me.
“Yeah, I did. How about you?”
There was a shift in the background, probably Lyn readjusting herself in bed. “Yeah. We got here just after lunch, I think. I ended up dozing off in the car. I just wanted to check in with you, I know it’s late.”
“Oh, no!” I sat up a little, leaning my back against the headboard. “I wasn’t sleeping or anything. Did you want to talk?”
There was a pause on the other end, before Lyn quietly said, “Could we?”
I pulled my knees up, resting my free arm over them. “Of course. What did you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know, anything I guess.” There was another pause, a quiet flipping of pages. “Actually, wanna hear something interesting?” I hummed in interest when she waited for me to answer. “Remember when I doing some research in the library? It turns out that Kimberly Stanford lives pretty close to me. I might go over and interview her about that whole locked room thing.”
“Oh, that’s a coincidence,” I said excitedly. “Make sure you tell me right after you talk to her!”
“Duh, Ally. She could tell me that she spoke to Shakespeare’s ghost, and I wouldn’t know what to do with that,” she finished with a laugh.
I laughed too. “Well, luckily for you, I do. That’s why we make a great pair.” Oh my GOD, that was smooth. High-five, Ally! I thought victoriously with a huge grin.
“Damn, Ally, wait to forget about Michael. I’m telling him what you did when we get back…unless there were implications in those words?”
Jesus, that tonal shift was something else. It was so enticing to listen to. I bit my lip, my fingers curling around my pant leg. “No, of course, Lyn. I was just making a comment, unless you wanted there to be implications?”
Lyn chuckled. “Nah, just teasing you. I would never suggest something so uncouth. I am a lady, after all.”
“Uncouth? Are you British now?”
“It’s an unfortunate side effect of studying and reading a lot of history, you start sounding like them.”
“That is unfortunate. I hope you don’t develop an accent because I like the one you have now.”
“I’m honoured to be liked by you, Ally. Actually, you know what else I like? Hazelnuts, it’s my favourite flavour of chocolate.”
I blinked in confusion before it hit me. I giggled, “Oh yeah? Is that so?”
“Hmm, yeah. Especially when you pair it with strawberries. It’s just a great combination, you know?” She barely got that out before laughing loudly on the other end. “Okay, I have to stop. I’m super bad at this.”
“Super bad at what, exactly?” I asked with a teasing tone.
“Whatever the fuck attempt I just did there. I was trying way too hard. For someone as adorable as you. I don’t need much to make you blush, eh Ally? I bet you’re blushing right now.”
Okay, maybe I was. It was true, Lyn just got to me so easily. “Shut up, Hart. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Lyn laughed. “Oooh, spicy, using my last name. Well, as much I am loving this, I do have to go. I’m pretty sure I heard Liv walk by my door like 4 times already. Or Leigh. I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah? After I’m done with Stanford.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. Too bad, I was enjoying this.
“Night, Ally.”
“Goodnight, Lyn,” I responded. I waited until she hung up before putting my phone down. I scootched back down into my previous lying position, wrapping my arms around Wallaby’s furry body. I smiled into his fur as I drifted off to sleep.
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Michael.
I knew that I was dreaming this time.
There was snow on the campus, which gave it away. There was no snow on the campus right now, it was only mid-October. I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. I was in front of my res, Walker, yet there was no one around to lead me away.
I took a couple of hesitant steps forward, but nothing bad happened. Feeling a little bit more confident, I took off in my usual bouncing step, keeping an eye out for anything popping out at me. Curiously enough, the campus did look a little different. Cleaner, the buildings weren’t as run down. There were even swans in the pond! According to the older students, the swans died a couple of years ago and were never replaced. I n t e r e s t i n g…
Dahlia’s tree had no leaves on it, just crystalized water dripping from the branches. It was beautiful to look at, and I found myself getting lost in the beauty of it all when someone spoke up behind me.
“I loved staring at it too.”
I spun around to see the woman from my dreams last time, only this time she wasn’t as decomposing. Her face was intact, but I could see the deep open wounds on her wrists, and the lack of colour in her body. She smiled at me, but it looked forced and painful.
“Who are you?” I was surprised at how steady my voice was, considering that was the exact opposite of how I was feeling.
She tilted her head slightly in puzzled amusement. “You already know who I am.”
Yet another surprise, I did. “Amelia Turner, right?”
Amelia nodded slowly. She looked away wistfully, staring at something I couldn’t see. “This is the day.”
The day? Oh man, I wish Ally was here. She was way better with cryptic stuff than I am. I need people to tell me what they’re talking about upfront. I looked around for any clues, until it suddenly came to me. I looked back at Amelia, who was staring at Harper with a defeated look. I felt very sick now.
“Wh-” my voice caught. I cleared it and tried again, “W-what day is it, Amelia? What’s the date?” Okay, a minor voice crack and a stutter, not bad Michael.
Her lip quirked up, as if she was thinking of a funny joke. “November 12th, 1995. This is the day that the monster killed me.”
Okay, not funny. I bit on my nail, thankful that it was only a dream. I glanced at Harper building, which now had a super dark look to it. Like, I could sense the evil coming off it. I was resistant to the idea of going over there, but Amelia started walking towards it like a person possessed. Wait, could you say that about a ghost? I shook my head dumbfounded and followed after her, going against the screaming feeling in my gut.
She pushed open the large doors that I just walked through the other day. The building mostly looked the same on the inside, just with different posters pinned up on the cork board in the halls. I know this was only a dream to me, but this was a memory for Amelia. This was something that actually happened to a human being, and I’m absolutely terrified to see the ending. I already knew that she died, but the how is what scares me the most.
Amelia drifted into classroom 223. I poked my head in, but she was gone. Well, that’s not completely right. The Amelia I had just been with was gone, replaced with the Amelia of ’95. She was sitting at a desk, maybe working on some homework or something. She looked up at something, but I couldn’t hear anything. I slowly approached, but still there was no sound.
It looked like Amelia was speaking to someone. She looked a little surprised, as if she wasn’t expecting whoever it was. The figure she was talking to was dark, blurry. The figure placed their hand on Amelia’s shoulder. There was a slight look of discomfort on Amelia’s face now, but she didn’t remove the hand.
Her mouth moved, and I heard “Where do you want to go?” in a nervous tone. It was echoing and didn’t quite match up to her lip movement. The figure responded, pointing somewhere. It tugged Amelia to her feet, but she tried to pull her wrist away.
This clearly infuriated the figure, who roughly pulled her out from the safety of the desk. Now Amelia was visibly upset, looking as if she’s calling for help as she tried to get away from whoever this was. The figure screamed in her face as he grabbed her hair, slamming her head into the desk. Amelia fell bonelessly into the figure’s arms. The figure scooped her up and carried her off towards the emergency exit.
Although I really didn’t want to, I followed after them. It turns out the door actually wasn’t an exit. Instead, it led to this strange back room. The figure placed Amelia in the middle of the floor, before walking away. My heart was pounding heavily in chest as the figure dug around in a bag they had. They were slowly transforming before my very eyes, growing larger and larger as they approached Amelia’s unconscious body.
Except she wasn’t unconscious. Amelia was groaning to herself. She opened her eyes just as the monster loomed over her. She screamed loudly, tears springing to her eyes. She scrambled to get away, but there was no where to go. The monster opened its mouth and spoke.
“Stay still, Ms. Turner. It will only be worse for you if you don’t,” said the monster calmly. I felt my skin crawl with revulsion as the voice sounded so human.
“Get away from me!” she shrieked, trying to get to the door.
The monster sighed as it shook its head. “I can’t do that, dear. I need a fresh blood to stay alive. If you don’t stop, this will be very painful for you.”
Amelia was sobbing, her words incomprehensible. My stomach churned uncomfortably, watching this all unfold. The monster stalked closer to Amelia, who was attempting to get around it without getting in range of its reach. She shot forward, only to be grabbed by her belt. She cried and begged, but the monster didn’t care.
It raised a knife that I didn’t noticed it had until now. I looked away, but I could hear the sounds of something splashing against the floor as Amelia screamed in agony. When I opened my eyes, I was outside again.
My breathing was shallow, my whole body shaking. I retched, but there was nothing in my stomach to purge. I wiped the tears from my eyes, looking up at Amelia, who was standing over me. She had the same defeated look on her face again, eyes toward the building where she was brutally murdered.
“Now you know how I died. Please, I know your friend is investigating the case. Dahlia said as much. But she needs to be careful, that monster…” she shuddered, a look of absolute fear clouding her face.
“W-w-why did you show me t-th-that?” I asked, shivering from the panic encasing my lungs.
Amelia looked at me sadly. “Because, it needed to be shown. Just tell her what happened, have her talk to me if she wants. I’m a young woman who everyone thought just couldn’t take the pressure of school anymore. I wasn’t, I was murdered. I just needed someone to know that.”
I nodded but I couldn’t say anymore. I felt sick again, her screams playing in my head over and over again. But I promised to myself that I would let Ally know what happened, and that other people would hear this story.
My eyes cracked open again, but this time I was lying in the darkness of my room. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was 4:23 in the morning. Too early to call Ally about what just took place. I sat up slowly, still feeling nauseous from the dream/memory. I turned on the lamp beside my bed, just so there was a little light. It felt wrong to be in the dark right now, and my roommate Dylan wasn’t here to complain.
It was just too awful to imagine the feelings someone has before they died, especially when they know they’re going to be murdered. The terror on her face as she begged that thing to not go through with it would probably stick with me for the rest of my life.
I swore that even if it was the only accomplishment I did at this school, I would help solve these murders and catch the fucking rat bastard who did this to these kids. I swear.
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