#quote from my 7th grade teacher
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my friend changed my life recommending 0.5mm mechanical pencils to me (as opposed to the standard school pencils i'd been using for... ever? LOL)
#elisabeth das musical#elisabeth#takarazuka#mari hanafusa#hanafusa mari#takarazuka revue#added the title and actress name for the ~aesthetic~#so ignore my “legible chicken scratch” handwriting#quote from my 7th grade teacher#my art#drawing
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All It Takes Is Some Trying
Summary: In which Buck finds Eddie's old CD collections and gifts them to him.
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“What’s wrong?” Buck asked Eddie as he unpacked the grocery bags in the kitchen. There was a sullen look on Eddie’s face that bothered him.
“Just something Chris said today that struck a chord with me,” Eddie replied, putting the groceries away.
“What did he say?” Buck stopped unpacking and gave Eddie his full attention. “I mean, he’s 12, Eddie. He’s going through his rebellion phase. You can’t take anything he says to heart.”
“No, it’s not that.” Eddie frowned. “And thanks, Buck, for reminding me he will soon have a rebellious phase, too.” He paused before adding. “Today, I was about to get out of the truck to walk with him to his class, but he stopped me. He said he was and I quote, “Good.” Like, what the hell is that even supposed to mean?”
Buck burst out laughing at that. “That means he’s growing up. He doesn’t want Dad walking him to 7th grade, or he doesn’t want you to fall for another one of his teachers.”
“Well, he knows the latter won’t happen because I am dating his other favorite human,”
Eddie said with a roll of his eyes as he opened the box of cereal and started dumping it into the cereal container.
Buck moved around the kitchen and island and stopped behind Eddie. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. “You really think I’m his second favorite person?” He asked.
“No, you and I share the title of his favorite person,” Eddie replied and stopped what he was doing to lean back against Buck. “He would let you walk him to class.”
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair, baby. I don’t think he would let me walk him to class either,” Buck told him, kissing behind his ear.
“He’s growing up so fast, Buck,” Eddie said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “I don’t like it.”
“You can’t stunt his growth. That’s not how it works. He’ll grow up and he’ll become his own person, and you’ll just have to live with it.”
“Yeah, but even now, he is hiding away in his room. God knows doing what, and I barely see him.” Eddie huffed.
“You gotta talk to him like he’s a teenager because ultimately that’s what he is. Don’t treat him like a child.”
“He’s still a child. My child,” Eddie insisted. “I can’t just let him go.”
“I am not telling you to let him go.” Buck sighed. “Okay, come on, I found something earlier today. I think it will take your mind off this whole thing.” He pulled away from Eddie and took his hand instead.
“I don’t feel like it, Buck.” Eddie tried pulling his hand back. “Besides, I gotta put the groceries away.”
“The groceries will still be there,” Buck told him. “This is way more important.” He dragged Eddie to the living room. “Okay, close your eyes.”
“Buck, I don’t have time for this,” Eddie said, annoyed.
“Come on, Eddie, just humor me.”
“Fine,” Eddie grumbled and closed his eyes.
Eddie retrieved a box he had left behind the couch and brought it over to Eddie. “Okay, open your eyes.”
When Eddie did, his eyebrows immediately furrowed.
“Ta duh!” Buck said excitedly and handed the box over to Eddie.
“What’s th-” Eddie stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, these are my old CDs from when I was a kid. Where did you get them?”
“Last week when we drove down to your parent’s place, I was in the attic, helping your abuela look for something when I came across these,” Buck replied, grinning at him. “She told me how you would save up to buy these and then stay in your room for hours listening to them.”
“How did I not see you bring these to the car?” Eddie asked as he browsed through the collection.
‘I was sneaky.” Buck smirked and shrugged. His heart melted at the smile on Eddie’s face. He looked so in awe of the collection.
“Let’s play something from here,” Eddie said all of a sudden.
“Yeah?” Buck asked excitedly. “Do you even have a CD player?”
“Of course I do!” Eddie replied with as much enthusiasm. “I’ll be right back” He went to the room and after a few minutes and a lot of noise, he came back with a CD boombox. “Had this thing hidden somewhere deep under my bed.”
“Why do you even have it?” Buck asked as he examined the round blue top-loading CD player.
“That doesn’t matter. Aren’t you just glad that I do?” Eddie asked.
Buck gave him a suspicious look before browsing through the collection. He pulled out a CD case that still looked in mint condition, apart from the dust, and immediately recognized it. “Hey, Maddie used to have this CD. She had the biggest crush on Enrique Iglesias,” he recalled. “She’d listen to Hero on repeat all day long. She even said that the girl in the music video looked like her. I got so tired of that song that I hid her CD.”
“You didn’t!” Eddie gasped. He took the CD case from Buck and examined it. “Somewhere deep down, I had a crush on Enrique too. But I just never wanted to admit it. My favorite was always Escape. Although, Hero was my second favorite.” He hooked up the CD player and put the CD into it.
Soon the sounds of guitar blared through the room, followed by Enrique Iglesias’ voice, as “Escape” started playing.
“Weren’t you like 9 when this album came out?” Buck asked. “How did you score the CD?”
“My abuela. She was a huge fan of Julio Iglesias. She knew how much I wanted this album, so she gifted it to me on my birthday,”
Buck nodded before bopping his head along with the music. His feet soon started moving to the music too, and he held his hand out towards Eddie, “Can I have this dance?”
Eddie raised his eyebrows and laughed before giving his hand Buck.
The two started dancing to the music. Buck twirled Eddie around and caught him in his arms and the two laughed before singing loudly, “If you feel like leaving. Then I”m not gonna make you stay. But soon you will find that, you can run, you hide, but you can’t escape my love.”
“What are you doing?”
Buck heard a voice and looked over to see Christopher standing there with an unamused look on his face. “Dancing,” he smugly told the kid.
“Yeah, I can see that, Buck.” Chris rolled his eyes. “What’s that? Is that a new speaker?”
“Not just a speaker, it’s a CD player,” Eddie replied, turning off the music.
“You have one of those?” Chris asked, sound a bit more curious now. He went over to the CD player and looked at it in awe. “So cool,” he said under his breath, but Buck heard it anyway.
“Yeah, Buck found my old CD collection, so we were just playing them,” Eddie told him and showed him the box with the CDs.
“Can I see them?” Chris asked as he took a seat.
“Of course!” Eddie put the box on Chris’ lap and let him look through them.
“Who were you singing along to?” Chris asked.
“Enrique Iglesias,” Eddie told him and sat down beside him.
“Wow, there’s a lot of pop music in here,” Chris noted. “Is this Fearless by Taylor Swift?” He asked, picking up one of the CDs.
“Okay, that’s not mine. Pretty sure that one belonged to Adriana,” Eddie replied, taking the CD from Chris and putting it aside.
“It’s okay, dad, I like Taylor Swift too,” Chris said, putting a hand on Eddie’s arm.
“She’s cool. I secretly liked her songs, but it was a no-no to admit it out loud as a boy,” Eddie told Chris.
“That’s silly. You should be able to enjoy whatever music you want to.”
“Couldn’t agree more, kid,” Eddie replied.
Buck watched the pair interact and smiled. He was proud of himself for having found this CD collection. At least it was something that got the father-son duo talking again.
“Dad?” Chris said after a few minutes.
“Yeah?” Eddie turned to look at him. “What’s up?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t let you go to class with me today. I just wanted to do it on my own. I hope you understand.”
Buck noticed the sad look on Eddie’s face, but then he smiled at Chris, nonetheless. “It’s okay, kiddo. I get it. You don’t want your old man around all the time.”
“It’s not that! I want you around!” Chris insisted. “I just- I want my classmates to see me as someone who is independent. That’s very important to me.”
Eddie nodded in understanding. “I get it, Chris. You don’t need to explain yourself.”
“Thanks, dad,” Chris said appreciatively. “Can we listen to this?” He asked, pulling out a CD.
“This is the mixtape I made your mom during our senior year,” Eddie recounted, as he took the CD.
“That’s why I wanna hear it.” Chris paused for a second before adding, “I mean, only if it’s okay with Buck?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t i be okay with it?” Buck asked and took the CD from Eddie and put it in the CD player.
“Who’s this dude?” Christopher asked frowning.
“James Blunt.” Eddie visibly cringed at that. “In my defense, this song was really famous back then, and it represented exactly what I felt for your mom.”
“It’s such a stalker song!” Buck laughed.
“I agree with Buck on this one!” Christopher teased.
“Hey!” Eddie huffed at them, but then a small smile creeped across his lips.
Buck wanted to capture and keep this moment forever.
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I am a teacher. Do you have any bookish/history quotes that I could possibly put on my walls? I was thinking the library quote from Doctor Who but I was wanting to sneak a SPN one. I am a History and ELA teacher. 7th and 8th grade.
oh well, if you teach children english language arts, i would absolutely use a quote from supernatural, the pinnacle of the english language as art, with such examples as "i full-on swayze'd that mother" or "i told you it's eekish" or really any time they used "ganked." hope that helps and that your students all get A+'s
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Just cuz I wanna be a bitch, here’s some especially stupid things an ex-friend of mine said that continue to rattle my brain:
When we would hang out I joke about us being “just two southerners” cuz they were from Texas and I grew up in Maryland. Now do I actually consider myself southern? No, but depending on how you look at it, Maryland is sometimes considered part of the south. My friend would say that I’m absolutely not southern. When I asked what they would consider a southern state I offered the Carolinas as examples and they said they didn’t think the Carolinas were part of the south either. I asked they what states they did consider southern and they said, and I quote, “any state below the Mason-Dixon line.” Now, I don’t know what kind of geography they teach in Texas, but for those otherwise unaware, the Mason-Dixon line is the border between Maryland and Pennsylvania (and also Delaware and what is now West Virginia, but you get the idea), the Carolinas both also being south of this line.
This friend also thought I was pretentious for knowing a handful of phrases in other languages. Now maybe this is just something my family does, but we tend to just casually use phrases from other languages in conversation. My dad will use Russian cuz he has a fascination with the Russian revolution (high keys he might be autistic but that’s a story for another day), my mom will use Yiddish or Hebrew cuz her stepdad growing up was Jewish and her two youngest siblings are also Jewish, and we all know at least a handful of phrases in French and Spanish. It’s not like I would be holding whole conversations in another language, but this ex-friend, who I once again feel the need to emphasize, spent 19 and a half years of their life in Texas, would be completely baffled by “mañana” and “mi madre” which they would chalk up to me knowing cuz ‘I could afford fancy languages lessons’ even though I had mostly just learned them from like Dora and library books as a kid. I was also just friends with kids growing up who were bilingual and who spoke Spanish at home, something evidently this friend didn’t do.
One time I was reminiscing about film photography, which I had taken as an art credit in senior year of High School, and they said “I always wondered how they got the pictures off the SD card before computers were invented.” To which, of course, I said, “Huh?” “You know the SD card.” “Yes,” I said, “the SD card that holds the pictures on digital cameras.” “Well how did they get the pictures off the SD cards on film cameras?” This person was 20 years old and thought that film cameras, which we’ve had since like, the Civil War, stored photographs on Secure Digital memory cards.
This friend was, and presumably still is, in college. They are taking a World Wars class for a History credit. One day they called me up to say “Hey, did you know that Franz Ferdinand was a real person and not just a band? And that his murder started World War 1? And that everyone blamed Germany for the conflict after the war?” And I said yes, I did know that. They asked how I knew that. Again, I don’t know what they teach in Texas, but at the risk of sounding like a northern elite or intelligentsia, I told them the truth, which is that I had learned that in 7th grade.
And you may be wondering, what is this ex-friend of mine going to college for, specifically. They are going to college to become an elementary school teacher.
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introduction to mildred :)
hi! welcome to my page :) <3 i'm mildred (she/they) :D
❤️ i hope to become a movie director and/or screenplay writer. i love to write stories and songs/poems.
❤️ i'm taken by my favorite person in the world, and i have many close and supportive friends.
❤️ personality: annoying, depressed, ambiverted, anxious, childish, bright.
❤️ peter parker and yelena belova (no context, just hot marvel characters)
❤️ fandoms:
-marvel cinematic universe
-glee
-wizarding world
-once upon a time
-star vs. the forces of evil
-heathers
-the little mermaid (2023)
-f•r•i•e•n•d•s
-animal crossing
-beetlejuice
-osemanverse
-mean girls
-gravity falls
-hamilton
-high school musical: the musical: the series
-frozen
-tim burton
-luca
❤️ current pfp: anna of arendelle <3 i played her in a production of frozen, so i feel like she's a part of me.
❤️ likes:
-musical theater
-reading
-music
-friends
-family
-mutuals <;3
-daydreaming about things that will never happen
-pinterest
-spotify
-tumblr (duh)
-shopping
-celebrating
-road trips
-disney world
-the moon
-late nights
-facetiming my bf
-journalling
-scrapbooking
-80s/90s/2000s movies
-spiderverse <3
-books
-sleep
-converse
-vans
-roses
-chandler bing
-crafts
-ducks
-doodling
-video editing
-photography
-tom holland
-florence pugh
-my 7th grade english teacher
-butterflies
-olivia rodrigo
-conan gray
-taylor swift
-coldplay
-radiohead
-lana del rey
-melanie martinez
-joshua bassett
-harry styles
-loki
-peter parker
-marshmallows
-strawberries
-pretty dresses from fantasy movies
-frogs
-axolotls
-tattoos
-gift boxes
-wolf cuts
-pixie cuts
-hair dye
-unhinged photos
-pretty nails
-mini brand earrings
-tony stark's father-son bond with peter parker
-songwriting
-cringy fandom povs
-luberto
-elmo
-cute phone cases
-bluey
-pin collecting
-vinyl stickers
-making endless playlists
-aesthetically pleasing quotes
-renée rapp 🥵
-funny wallpapers
-gay clothes
-cool makeup
-guitar music
-vibrato <3
-my vocal coach
-my chorus/theater teacher
-the time i played pinocchio in shrek the musical
-anna of arendelle (favorite role i've played)
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❤️ asexual and biromantic 🖤🩶🤍💜🩷💙💜
❤️ pda autistic and probably adhd :) #neurodivergentgoals
❤️ anxiety and depression as well :( mental health matters!!
❤️ i really just post a lot of random stuff lol whatever comes to my mind. if you follow, thank you so much! i hope we can become mutuals :D if not, that's fine, too :)
everyone have a great day 😘
#intro post#blog intro#introduction#pinned post#pinned intro#introductory post#introduction post#mildred#fictionbish#<3#rawr#mwah#meow
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sorry if this is out of the blue, but i was wondering how you come up with your fic titles? they're always so excellent
Aw, thank you! This is so sweet!
The basic answer is I spend a lot of time muttering to myself and writing multiple lines into the title until I have one I don't hate hahaha but usually I like starting with either a couple of words or images I want to try and use, and put them together until something looks right. (I joke I used to write poetry and now I get those instincts out in fic titles lol). Sometimes I'll pick out a line or image from a poem or quote and mess around with those, sometimes it's just a single word or two I want to have.
Longer answer with examples/thought process below.
For example, for "covet not the feel of gold or taste of blood" I wanted the words "covet" and "gold" but not together. (Not the least because this image). Then I was like oh let's toss in a third main word and see how it feels when arranged. I think that one only took me about 3 tries, which isn't too bad for me. Sometimes I'll take a few goes at like the first half, and then the second half takes longer but that one got pretty cohesive once I figured out "blood" was the third word.
"leave your secrets and kiss the whiskey from my lips" was the same: I wanted secrets and I wanted whiskey and I played around until I got it. Then the second one "Secrets are in the Whiskey and the Barrels are Rolling Out of Bound" was the same idea, using secrets and whiskey to tie it together.
Then there are some quotes that are pretty straight forward, like "Starlight from the Gutter" is a play on Oscar Wilde: “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” Other times I just straight up quote a play or poem but usually I try to do a play on it instead.
"Amethyst Should Not be Set in Gold" was perhaps one of the most straight forward too because I knew I wanted gold and amethyst and the negative in there so it was really easy to be like oh that. And of course the story prominently features exactly what it says should not happen lol.
How lyrical I'm trying to be also depends. Some series are pretty basic titles and some are like well I've started being all dramatic on them so I have to keep it up.
For "the forest is dark and deep and ive seen you here before" I based the first story off a Robert Frost poem+the imagery of "seen you before" to reference the time travel bits, (the second time I've used "stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" actually) so I also used Robert Frost (with a side of Jean Rhys' alternate title for Wide Sargasso Sea because I had just read that book the first time and was feeling obsessed) for the second story, "the ancient sea returns to where we have wrecked upon the weeds." I knew I wanted ocean imagery for the 2nd story for symbolic reasons after using the forest for the first one, and that was probably the longest it took me to come up with a title because I have a whole page of alternate versions.
However for all the side stories in that series I'm winging it, though I'm trying to capture the same sort of rhythm as much as possible. "there's tumbleweed in my heart where love was supposed to be" might be my favorite because I was trying to capture the way Fenris feels in Act 3 right after "Alone" and have that really melancholy longing. That his heart feels like tumbleweed, alone and unmoored across the great plains sort of feel. But also that where there is one thing of tumbleweed, there's often a whole pack of it just over the horizon and you're not quite as alone as you think--
So yeah, it's basically image, line, or word, and playing around with rhythm and combination! Reading a ton also probably helps. Shout out to the poetry teacher in the art camp I went to in 7th grade for making me obsessed with that all.
Hope that helps at least answer my thought process a little! A ton of people also use song lyrics instead of poetry, which I will sometimes do too ("Only Break What's Yours" from Apres Moi "You can't break that which isn't yours/I (uh) must go on standing/I'm not my own, it's not my choice") so it's just I think about finding what sort of vibe or words you want to use and trying to act like you're writing a free verse poem with them.
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since i am at home and have access to my yearbooks, it is now time for the roundup of “some of my favorite quotes from people’s yearbook signatures”, a non-exhaustive list:
2010-11 (3rd grade):
-“have a great summer savvanah”—kid in my class who spelled my name wrong lmao
2011-12 (4th grade):
-“your the most legendary person i have ever met”—one of my besties to this day
2012-13 (5th grade):
-“when the world looks down on you, give them 5 and a half reasons to look up at you. you are brilliant. you are a good person. never lose that. never stop dominating.” —one of the then-high school juniors for some reason (i got signatures and messages from SEVERAL juniors and seniors that year for some reason lmao)
-“too bad”—a kid in my class
*could not find 2013-14 :(*
2014-15 (7th grade):
-“stay cool and rock on with those dance moves and work on skating”—another kid who was in our production of xanadu, where i successfully campaigned with the director to not make everyone rollerskate because some of us (myself included) could not rollerskate
-“the cat whiskers come from within”—a girl in the grade below me with whom i am still buddies
-“you are the smartest person i know and don’t let anyone take that away from you”—my now IRL best friend, the first year after he moved to our school, and this was even though at the time we were in the middle of an INTENSE academic rivalry that put a damper on our friendship for a while
2015-16 (8th grade):
-every single kid who wrote HAGS!!! (have a great summer) because it’s funny <3
-“you have been happy when i have been sad so uh…thanks for always cheering me up with just a smile”—a kid in the grade below me
-“savannah, it is really fun having you in the class and i hope we got the party started for you every english class!”—the same kid who spelled my name wrong in 3rd grade; every day at the start of english class i’d say “let’s get this party started!”
2016-17 (9th grade):
-“…you’ll have to come check in and draw me more memes!”—my 9th grade history teacher, context being that she pitted all the kids in my grade against each other in a year-long history meme war and i, being a dumbass, did not know how to make memes online using generators and shit, so i HAND DREW all of my memes on her board and she would take pictures for my entries (for the record: i did not win)
-“this is a good yearbook. you are a good person. have a good summer.”—one of my guy friends in my class
-“we’re gonna need you in quiz bowl. also how is this handwriting.”—another guy in my class; the reference to the handwriting was because we had to proofread each other’s handwritten essay drafts in english class and i straight up could not read like half of his and he got PISSED as a result
2017-18 (10th grade):
-“dear savannah, have a great summer! read lots of books and eat lots of food because those things make you happy and happiness is great.”—one of my friends in my class, also that is sound advice
-“*sine graph* there, i sined it.”—my precalculus teacher
-“i am ‘cosining’ it.”—the same kid who wrote the handwriting comment the previous year; written directly under the previous signature
-“savannah, mashed potatoes…”—the bestie who wrote the “legendary” comment in 4th grade; the whole message was much longer but we had an inside joke going about how i’m super-picky about my mashed potatoes lol
2018-19 (11th grade):
-“you are just the sweetest little ol’ thang”—one of my friends in my class
-“thanks for making this a great year. you’ve always been so nice to me. never forget that no matter what, you have a good heart, don’t forget that!”—one of the seniors that year; we were in all the musicals and choir together for a few years
-“stay frosty! your joy for life is special, don’t ever let anyone diminish it. change the world.”—a beloved history teacher who moved away after that school year
*no signatures for 2019-20 because COVID :(*
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Feminist Flakes
by Helena Donato-Sapp
In my 7th-grade art class we were studying artist Andy Warhol. Warhol was a Pop artist and one of the things he is most famous for is his Campbell’s Soup can paintings. He was using humor and irony to comment on consumerism and how it dominated American life and culture. (2) Our art teacher told us to find a common item in our kitchen and somehow turn it into a piece of Pop art as well. We had to make it like the packaging of whatever it was we chose, just like Warhol did with the soup can, and it also had to include a social commentary of some kind as well.
After looking through all of our kitchen cupboards – and having quite a few snacks as a result – I landed upon the idea of a Kellogg’s Cornflakes cereal box. Warhol used primary colors and so I drew the rooster on the box and did all of my painting in vibrant primary colors. But my box of cereal was going to have a message like Warhol’s did, except instead of trying to indict consumerism I was going to go after unequal pay for women. I titled my box “Kellogg’s Feminist Flakes” and my irony is that it has a male rooster on the cover and not a female chicken. That reminded me of all of those photos I have seen of male-only politicians in large meeting rooms deciding on policies for women’s reproductive rights with not a women in sight. A rooster on a Feminist Flakes box cover seemed the perfect indictment. Instead of cereal flakes in the bowl, I placed the symbol for female. My favorite part, though, was making the cereal cost 73-cents. Women, as we all know, can work the same hour that men work and do not get paid the same thing.
I put down 73-cents, but some literature reports that it is actually 77-cents on the dollar. And recent statistics from 2020 show that women now make 83-cents for every dollar that men earn. But what I want to tell you is that these are typically white women. It is important that we consider that women of color make less than that. (1) The gender wage gap is much wider for women of color than it is for white women. In the September 2021 Census data, it shows that white, non-Hispanic men make a dollar for an hour of work. White, non-Hispanic women make 79-cents for the same hour of work. That’s awful, and it gets a lot worse if you are a woman of color because Black women make 64-cents on the dollar, Multiracial Black women 63-cents, and other women-of-color only make 57-cents per dollar. (3) This has also become more impacted because of the COVID-19 pandemic’s disruption to the labor market.
Drivers of the gender wage gap have been fairly obvious since the pandemic hit us and they include things like reduced hours, time out of the workforce to manage family caregiving responsibilities, and the always-present bias and discrimination. The bottom line is that women of color have to be centered in discussions about the wage gap, earnings, and the economy. It is time for women of color to not only get equal pay to men, but also to their white female friends and neighbors. One of our other requirements for our Pop art project was to include a quote from someone that succinctly addressed the issue we were addressing with our art. I had just watched the movie Enola Holmes and so I included a quote I like from this fictional character. “Perhaps it’s the world that needs changing.” When I read about the gender and racial wage gap, I firmly believe it is the world that needs changing!
The last two elements of my Feminist Flakes are found on the sides of the cereal box. On one side you’ll read “Love your body” and that is important because the world seeks to constantly harass women about our bodies. I am very grateful to have grown up in home that is extremely body-positive and I have never heard a negative thing about my body in our home. I know this isn’t the case for many of my peers. I wanted “Love your body” on my Feminist Flakes because it is a message I take to the world. Last of all, on the other side of the box, I wrote “Eat the Patriarchy!” A 2020 Ms. Magazine article by Gavi Klein and Audrey Gibbs declares that one of the tools of oppression the patriarchy uses to police women’s bodies is dieting. They cite Kimberly Dark as saying, “Diet culture is a tool of the patriarchy because of how fixated on diminishing ourselves we can become.” (4) How appropriate, then, to put “Eat the Patriarchy!” on my box.
As a teenage artivist, I take every chance I can get to use assignments in school to address the inequities around me. I think this is just one of the ways that girls like me can talk back to school and talk back to society. We have voice and agency and we must use them every chance we get. I do like a good bowl of cereal, but because of this feminist take on my art assignment, I think differently now about every bowl I eat.
Sources:
https://www.americanprogress.org/article/women-of-color-and-the-wage-gap/ (1)
https://www.warhol.org (2)
https://www.census.gov/data/tables/time-series/demo/income-poverty/cps-pinc/pinc-05.html (3)
https://msmagazine.com/2020/07/16/tools-of-the-patriarchy-diet-culture-and-how-we-all-perpetuate-the-stigma/ (4)
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The Living Force Live-Tumbl Part 5
Part 1 Part 4
Chapters 25-32
-Ki-Adi-Mundi is the worst. All my homies hate Ki-Adi-Mundi.
-HMMM Kylah was raised on Chalacta. Where Depa is from. INTERESTING.
-All my homies love Yaddle! I'm glad she got a Tales of the Jedi episode, and then a whole POV in Cataclysm. She's having fun on a speeder bike!
-Everyone should have a Master Piell as a teacher. You know, that teacher who doesn't necessarily stick to the curriculum but somehow you learn more from them than anyone else and remember them better years later. I had that teacher in 7th and 8th grade social studies. We did things like build model ships and put Goldilocks on mock trial.
-It's nice to see some people who love Jedi. Even if they've met one (1) Jedi and it's Master Piell and they are rowdy teens.
-Woostroids are a Legends species apparently! Love bringing them into Canon. And Morna is very relatable.
-Ah Zilastra, you've fallen into the role you don't know is all too common: personally slighted by one Jedi and now has a vendetta against all of them. The Path would have loved you. Ever heard of Axel Greylark?
-OMG the TV hosts are the same species as the podrace announcers from Phantom Menace! I ADORE this concept!
-Tenoo mention! I haven't seen every episode of YJA, but it does look like they celebrated a Jellyfruit Festival in one of the episodes- maybe that's what Yaddle is referring to!
-"There's a light that's within...The Jedi spend their whole lives trying to see that light- in themselves, and in others. It's part of something larger. You are part of something larger." Yaddle may I introduce you to my friend George Fox
-Also love Yaddle being the one to give the opposite of Yoda's warning. Courage leads to peace, peace leads to love, love leads to healing. Queen shit!
-Honestly this whole segment with Yaddle and Morna is representative of why I love reading Star Wars books. You get such insight into how Jedi view the force and how it parallels real-world mental health stuff.
-Yarael Poof!! Love that his attitude is basically "been there, done that, gonna have a good time now" because he's so old!
-"Poof is a grand and historic name among the Quermians. It's not my fault that when it translates into Basic it sounds like the end of a magic trick." (That quote speaks for itself, right?)
-All these other gang members really showed up to this Zoom call with their cameras off lol same
#the living force spoilers#the living force first read#the living force#star wars#star wars novels#john jackson miller
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I am still in a state of shock
This Wednesday was our school's closing program for the English fest. and the 2nd part of the program was the high school department's musicals (basically every class from 7th to 12th grade was given a musical they had to do/recreate but the musical itself had to only be 20-ish minutes long). The two classes for the 7th grade were Grease and Alice in Wonderland, the two classes for 8th grade were Coco and Hamilton (yes THE Hamilton written by Lin Manuel-Miranda), the two 9th grade classes got A Christmas Carol and Beauty and the Beast, 10th grade got Frozen, 11th got Matilda, and the 12 got The Sound of Music.
But here's the catch all the musicals were divided into two clusters to make it more fair to the lower levels; Cluster A had all the musicals from the 7th - 9th grade while Cluster B had the musicals from the 10th - 12th grade. After a lunch break, the results were in, and from what I remember these were the winners for the minor and major awards for Cluster A:
Best Trailer - Coco
Best Supporting Actor - Hamilton with Aaron Burr
Best Supporting Actress - A Christmas Carrol with the Ghost of Christmas Past
Best Leading Actor - Hamilton with Alexander Hamilton (obvi)
Best Director - Hamilton
Best Musical Play Revival - Coco (though there was a Ms. Universe moment since one of the MCs accidentally said Hamilton)
Best Musical Production - Hamilton
There were a few more since I remember the final award count being 2 for A Christmas Carol, 3 for Coco, and 6 for Hamilton but I can't remember what those awards were. But let's just say when they announced that Hamilton won best production I was thoroughly shocked since this was only our 2nd time making musicals for English Fest (and yes I am confirming I'm in the 8th grade who's on Tumblr but give me some slack since my parents won't let me have any other account other than insta) and since a higher grade level said that Hamilton was the hardest among the musical choices and it went to quote "the most inexperienced grade" since first what they said was the most inexperienced grade level would be the 7th grade since it's their first time and second they said that but in the end, we won most of the awards.
But what shocked me the most was that a few teachers and other students for higher levels said that even if there were no clusters Hamilton would still have won which also still surprises me even though it's been like 3 days.
#leah talks about school#high school life#high school musicals and plays#hamilton done by a bunch of 8th graders#and somehow won against 9th graders who got a christmas carol and beauty and the beast#grease movie#alice in wonderland#pixar coco#hamilton musical#a christmas carol#beauty and the beast#frozen#matilda the musical#the sound of music#tsom
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hi it's me again <3 i would love to come off anon but it's likely that you don't remember me so i don't wanna intrude! especially because i was going through a huge depressive episode (school + life in general plus they gave me the wrong meds) so after being absolutely insufferable for a while one day i just deactivated twitter and tumblr and said to hell with it lol. but i'm doing okay now. i wish i could go back and tell to our younger selves there's hope. AND YEAH gods did you see the state of fandoms on twitter? idrc about mervel or thorloki anymore but damn people are out for BLOOD. like chill... pet a flower or something, it's pixels on a screen. smh. anyways thank you for your beautiful response! <3
in the interest of being totally honest, there's quite a bit that i don't remember from mid-2017 onwards until maybe late 2018?? asjfdslg my sister died and it was a very traumatic time and it's like trying to look through a silent hill extra fog mod BUT THAT SAID,
i don't think it would be intruding if you came off anon :3 even if i don't remember you, i'd like to know you now -- if you were cool with that ofc -- because!!! yolo!!!!! we really only live once and you are so kind and what's the freaking harm!!! it sounds like we had/have a lot in common <3
i'm really glad to hear you're doing ok now. i reached a similar point of Done, where i deleted my blog and pretty much went private mode on all social media and stopped engaging in fandom. i hope you've been being kind to yourself, removing oneself from social media during times of tumult is like the absolute pinnacle of self-care when you think about it 😭 it's just so harddd and can feel so isolating
the current state of fandoms everywhere is why i don't really branch out? i want to make a ton of new friends but i'm so tired of discourse lmao, i see some topics that are p much verbatim BATTLES we would have back in 2012, and i'm like, "we fought this so y'all didn't have to!!!!! find our old posts!!!! stay strong~!!!" LMFAO ;-; but i just step back. to quote my 7th grade history teacher, "History has a tendency to repeat itself." Thank u mr. wiseman. yes, his last name was wiseman. no, i don't know if he changed it to that but he was a very wise old man and us kids could not get over the fact his name was what he also embodied. anyway
(this is an open invitation to say hi btw anyone reading LMAO I JUST DON'T LIVE FOR DRAMA SO I WILL STAY OUT OF IT IF IT COMES UP)
sorry for RAMBLING LMAOOO i'm here if you ever wanna come off anon and talk <333 i hope you have a wonderful week, i really appreciate receiving these messages + i look forward to hearing from u :333 (do NOT read that in a corporate email ' i look forawrd to ur future correspondence' way but in a cooler, Less Stressful way)
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Our bodies, our selves
My mom was on Weight Watchers as far back as I can remember. It was the 80′s and 90′s of course, and I think it was a norm for women at the time. The death of the busty supermodel and the rise of heroin chic. Although neither is arguably healthy. I’ve always struggled with thinking I’m chubby. I was actually quite chubby as soon as my hormones kicked in. “All my kids have a chubby phase,” I overheard my mom say one day. So I knew it would go away - eventually. Neither my older sister or brother were still chubby. But that didn’t help me at all when every girl in 3rd through 5th grade was wearing Limited Too, and I couldn’t fit into a single article of their clothing. Not true, actually. There was one XL sweatshirt - bright pink with three ski boots embroidered across it. I was one of the only kids I knew that could ski, so I hoped they thought that’s why I wore it all the time when the truth is, it’s the only trending clothes that could fit.
Right before 6th grade, my mom and I went back to school shopping. She dreaded it. I dreaded it. I had a taste for fashion, and a body that rarely fit. I remember buying a pair of GAP chino khakis. I was between a woman’s size 10 and 12. I couldn’t even shop the kids department if I wanted to, though I’d already had my period for a year by then, so I don’t know why I would want to anyway. But I wasn’t willing to accept that I was 11 years old and a women’s size 10... or 12. I yelled at my mom as we crossed the mall parking lot, “I hate these hips, and I hate you for giving them to me.” I meant it.
Through 6th grade and into 7th, I decided I would do Weight Watchers too. The points system had just come out, and I used my mom’s sliding points calculator to figure out that I’d need to eat 18-25 points per day. Easy! An apple was 1 point. A bag of no butter popcorn? 2 points. And if I sprayed “I can’t believe it’s not butter” spray all over it, I would only add 5-10 calories and NO points!!! For a year, I ate between 18-25 points per day, and I watched the weight fall off. I thinned out, I got taller too, I’m sure, and eventually, I bounced around between a women’s size 6 and an 8. I started to get compliments, from teachers too! Female ones, this isn’t that kind of story. And I started to wonder, if 18-25 points could do all this, what could I do with less? So I had competitions with myself - how FEW points can I get by with per day? I remember a steady flow of 12 point days - a huge feat. For lunch, I’d bring a diet caffeine free Coke and a bag of carrots - zero points. A whole, satisfying lunch for ZERO Points! I felt good, accomplished. On Spring Break in 7th grade, while on vacation in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, I got sick - probably strep throat. And I remember going into the Doctor’s office to get my amoxicillin prescription, being weighed, and coming in at 117 pounds! 117!! I hadn't been that small since the end of 2nd grade. I was amazed. But I was also scared. Should I be 117 pounds? I was mostly a size 4 now, but I could fit into a few size 2′s. Size 2′s felt like someone else’s life, not mine.
I don’t remember what happened after I bottomed out at 117, but I know eventually, I went up and down and up and down again. Through periods of barely eating and periods of eating anything and everything I could because I wanted to be rebellious. Against who? The unnamed patriarchy that I was sure was keeping tabs on me, I suppose. I remember hearing that quote from Meryl Streep - the almighty Meryl Streep - when she had been asked about one thing she wish she knew as a younger actor, and she replied, “I wish I worried less about my weight.” I wish I did too. I wish I had that brain power back, the mental space consumed with “what I am eating and when?” How much freer I’d be. And most of all, I wish when I hear that quote, I didn’t think “yeah, Meryl, but you’re naturally thin, so you never NEEDED to worry, but I do.”
I wonder if it’s worse because of my chosen industry, and I’m sure it is. But I also don’t know any woman who doesn’t think about it. Struggle with it. How much am I eating and when? How can I change this body - control it - the look of it. To give them what they want. What do I want? And do I even know what that means? How can I extract what I want from what you see?
My mom would occasionally eat a whole pan of brownies after dinner and say, “why did I do that? I feel sick.” Me too, mom. Me too.
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It's Narisa 👋🏻
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Camisado
Time to dance
The piano knows something
Hope I got that all correct
Hii!! It's all perfect dw.
camisado: poetic lyrics or a catchy beat?
It depends, I can go with both. If a song is really catchy and my mood is up to that, I can even listen to it for hours and dance/sing, even if lyrics have no big meaning: it's a song meant for fun and relax, so why not. If I'm more in an introspective moment, then I search for poetic lyrics the most. But I have grown up listening to the most various types of music and I found something cool to any of them so... I'm not that picky^^
time to dance: answer with a quote you live by.
I already mentioned my main one in another ask: "Never do to others what you don't want others to do to yourself", but I can add also "Try to make the best of it all".
the piano knows something i don’t know: do you play any musical instruments? if so, when did you start learning them?
I kinda used to play piano/keyboards as a kid and I learned myself at home, despite my granny knew how to play and sometimes just gave me hints... but she wanted me to experiment I guess? Anyway we were taught music basics in 1st-3rd grade so I could read notes and.. it all escalated from there. Never been that far into it though: I just played a couple of songs I learned by heart and mostly tried to create some new beats (the keyboard had some cool effects) LOL I enjoyed singing much more.
In 5-7th grade I had to play block flute/recorder as part of school's music lessons (but last year I ended up in the dance group that had to perform while others had to play the recorder - better to not explain the reasons behind our teacher's decision but... maybe you can guess). I'd like to play again keyboards though :)
Hope all it's good, thanks for asking and have a great day/night!
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I'm starting to remember my 7th and 8th grade history and Latin teacher, who would was a cottage core plant witch. We went outside for a Latin class once and she found a like 7 foot tall stick on the ground and brought to the classroom where it stayed until I graduated, and during history we were talking about the crusades and when we reached the *fourth one she said to imagine clown music playing and it slowly getting louder. During Latin class if a pun or joke was told she would pick up a Latin textbook, put it above her head, and speed walk said student back to their desk.
I have quotes from her if anyone wants to hear them
*the fourth crusade they tried to go to Egypt then Jerusalem but they had no money so they asked these people (Venetians) to take them and they said sure but you have to attack these people (Zara) who were also Christian but they didn't thick about it. They conquered it, got involved in Byzantine politics and tried to help a prince back onto his throne for a large amount of money. He was dethroned again and the crusaders weren't paid so they sacked Constantinople.
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World Record made by Mas. Guhan
OIS, Chennai.
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Guhaneshwar
1)His name, date of birth,
Name: Guhaneshvar S
DOB: 1st September 2010
Grade: 7th Grade
Names and designations of parents
Mother: Padmini PR
Architect
(Father is no more and Padmini don’t want to mention that )
2)Who is his yoga guru?
Mr. Yoga Surya Dilipan, Anahata Yoga Academy
3)How long has he been learning yoga?
It's been 5 months now.
4)From when did he start practicing for this record
He started a month ago
5)What inspired him to do this?
He has always been passionate about sports and last year, he expressed his interest to learn yoga and we got him enrolled in the academy.
6) What are his previous achievements in yoga?
He has participated in and won many accolades in various competitions conducted by his Yoga academy.
7) His aim in yoga field
He aims to excel in yoga and spread awareness regarding its various health benefits to a larger set of audience.
8)His other interests?
Guhan has also been training professionally for the past two years in Tennis and he also loves to swim.
9)His scores in academics?
Guhan is a straight-A student. He has managed to be in the top 3 despite all other extra-curricular activities he is engaged with.
10)His ambition in life
He is a sports enthusiast and wants to master Yoga. He wants to convert his passion for yoga for social good and help others learn about its numerous benefits of it.
11) Quote from his parents and principal
"Letting the children chase their dreams with passion is the key to success! I am delighted to see my son reaching greater heights and we would like to see him represent our nation on a global level. We are also very grateful to Orchids The International School for all the support. ”
Padmini PR, Mother
"We are glad and honored to have a talented kid like Guhaneshwar in Orchids. His talent and passion for sports especially Yoga inspire not only his peers but also many teachers and students from other grades as well. We are proud of his achievements and will continue to support and encourage him as and when he requires."
12)Quote from boy
“Passion is the first step towards Perfection. My mom always says, “if we dream of reaching a goal and exert our potential towards the aim, we can always accomplish what we dreamt for”
Guhaneshvar
Dr. Jemi Sudhakar
Principal, Orchids International School
Thoraipakkam branch, Chennai
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top 5 classes you used to hate in middle school?
Short version: Sports, Latin, English, German, Philosophy
Long version: (the German part’s just one big rant. A really long rant. Seriously don’t read this if you like your mood to stay good. If you still wanna, skip the part between the red lines, please.)
Sports. Not because I suck at it (I mean that too, but) because the teacher we only had in 6th grade was one of those who a) blatantly favor the sporty 10%, b) think any kind of injury is only serious when it bleeds and c) just randomize the grades. Our 5th grade teacher was incredibly cool, which just made this switch even worse. 7th was ok again tho. Also we shared our two tiny gyms with another school, so we sometimes had to spend our entire break walking over to a bigger, public (?) gym. Which we usually also had to share with other classes from our or another school. And sometimes they showed up unplanned so suddenly there were more classes than there was space available for. Also changing in front of others kinda sucks. Plus personal stuff that makes sports suck even more. AND we’d always play games requiring some kind of ball so I had to keep wearing glasses to see said ball, which is really not that great when it lands in your face. So yea. Not the class itself, but literally everything surrounding that class.
Latin. But only when we actually did Latin, 50% of the class would always be the teacher just. Talking with us about whatever, and we still somehow managed to get though everything, so that’s cool, but uhh. Yeah no, Latin was just boring. Which sucks because the later texts we got about the mythology and stuff were actually kinda interesting. Also screw Caesar.
English. I just don’t like memorizing things and analyzing texts is boring.
Also I never actually learned English from this class and only got good at it once I started using the internet. (…which is also why it probably sounds a bit weird at times.)
All this analyzing made me pretty good at spotting rhetorical devices ‘~used to further convince the reader of the authors opinion they are laying out in their text/speech without directly stating it~’ though (quoting every text I‘ve ever written here). But that didn’t really happen until high school so it doesn’t count. Also actually analyzing those was pretty boring too.
(Teacher rant incoming. Seriously. It’s a long rant. Again, don’t read this if you like your mood to stay good.)
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German class, it would’ve been the same as English, but our teacher for the second half loved. Pulling down. Students. The man got a kick out of just picking a bunch of students and hating on something they do. Or don’t, and just gaslights them into thinking they do for 2,5 years.
That guy is the reason I can’t properly talk to people without clamming up anymore, I‘m convinced of that. Like. I was fine speaking to others before this jerk showed up, then in my first year of high school when picked I couldn’t even properly say a single sentence without having to force it out anymore. It got better again, sure, but this clamming up, getting stuck on words, being terrified to talk to others is still there, and I wasn’t even his favorite person to pick on. Maybe it was just a badly mistimed coincidence tho, idk.
Also he was obsessed with short stories, we just did short stories for 2 years. A friend used to have the theory he‘s actually an unsuccessful short story writer letting out his frustrations on students and yea I can see that.
We also had another teacher who’d give two people with the same amount of points a different grade because he, and I quote, had the feeling one wrote something better than the other and it would’ve been unfair to that person. On an exam HE graded. And it’s not even the worst thing he did with grades, nope. By his wish, one of our exams was replaced with a complete chapter by chapter summary and analysis of a book we were reading, which we had to work on for three months both in and outside of class. Now idk how points work for y’all overseas but usually, when people get 50% of points, that would be a low 3- or high 4+ (grades are like A to F but the E exists), if you basically have all points, that’s a 1/A, right? And not handing out anything is pretty obviously a 6/F right? Makes sense, 0 points, didn’t do anything, worst grade, right? I had 94/98 points and he gave me a B+. But this wasn’t my main problem, oh no, my problem was, and I‘ll never forgive him for this, the grade of the person who was sitting in front of me.
60% of points, and a 5 . The same grade he gave people who didn’t hand in anything at all.
Yeah.
And his excuse? Take a guess.
He felt like everyone else wrote something much better so it would’ve been unfair to those higher up if their grades were only slightly better. Excuse me I AM ONE OF THE HIGHER UPS AND THAT IS BULLSHIT (is NOT what I said. But I sure wanted to!) Did call him out for it though, a lot more politely, to which he just responded with said excuse and also dropped a 'besides, you have a good grade, so you can be happy about that‘. The audacity.
He also never explained why he gave out 5‘s as the worst grade and not 6‘s. I sometimes still think he genuinely meant 6 but confused it with y’all’s F (since the E doesn’t exist and 5 also starts with an f) lol.
Oof that was quite cathartic. Anyways, off to the last one!
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(RANT OVER)
Philosophy, our teachers were mostly pretty chill, but it’s boring, causes existential crises, the way students got into this class was a bit shady, and school screwed up so much we actually didn’t have a room to have the class in for half a year, so the first 10 minutes were always spent searching for a free one, sometimes longer. One time we couldn’t find anything so we just did the class in the cafeteria instead. It was actually quite funny lmao
#another anon ask#rant#long rant#vent#does it count as venting???#just. lots of frustrations#sorry about that#felt nice to write tho#i can see why people have blogs dedicated to ranting#not trying to make it a regular occurrence though#this is just quite the extreme#middle school sucked#actually school sucks. Just in general#turns out your experience in school is HEAVILY dependent on the teachers you get!!#who would’ve thought!! /s#shoutouts to Norway or smth I heard they have a pretty good school system#or another country that’s somewhere near them idr
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