Funny teacher superlatives

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Here's a funny wholesome post since a lot of the posts on here are downers. (nothing wrong with that)
It was my final day of public school since I would be leaving the school so I can be homeschooled and I was telling all my favorite teachers goodbye and I got to my at the time current history teacher. I told him that it was my last day and his reaction was hilarious he said "Nooo!" And flipped a nonexistent desk because he didn't want to actually flip his desk but then got an idea. He told a student who was sitting at their desk to move to another real quick and then flipped the desk onto it's side. Everyone found it pretty funny and I thought it was hilarious but also it was really nice to know that I was one of his favorite students. He was a great history teacher and was really chill I hope he's doing great wherever he is.

I am a floater who has only been working in daycare for about 5 months and I also don't have my ECE yet. My degree is in Youth Ministry (in ministry there is a difference between youth and children, youth=teens), but I have many years of experience working with kids in settings other than daycare. One of my biggest pet peeves is when I am disciplining a child and another teacher walks into the situation and sees me, for example: with a crying child, pulling a child away from another kid, speaking firmly with a child, etc., and they don't know the context, and even when I tell them the context, they play good cop and make me the bad guy in the child's eyes. I always feel like they are judging me.
Here are some examples: A child is climbing on something and the situation has become unsafe. The child won't come down on his own after being asked nicely. I remove him but he keeps running back to climb again, trying to push past me, and has started crying. Another teacher steps in who has witnessed the whole thing and starts rubbing his back and telling him he is not in trouble in a soft voice after he completely ignored my soft polite voice, then my more firm voice when I asked him to walk away after he was removed from the play structure.
A two year old cannot keep her hands off of her older brother and keeps hitting, grabbing, and pulling him. After being asked to stop by me and her brother, I pull her off of him but she keeps repeating the behaviour. Finally I pick her up and she is crying and saying she won't apologize to her brother. The other teacher walks in and I tell her what happened and she pinches the kid's cheeks and says "leave your brother alone" in the same tone as like "you silly goose" or something and then she takes her from my arms and the child is laughing.
I've already spoken about a particular child who doesn't seem to like any of his teachers apart from one. He is a very difficult child and often hits, pushes, screams at, grabs toys from, etc., other children and treats most of his teachers pretty much the same way and will even bite us. Whenever one of us is trying to discipline him, he will scream at, hit, throw toys at, and/or bite us, then run to his favourite teacher who will pick him up and comfort him and after she's told what he did, she will either do nothing or just say to him "uh oh, not nice" in a "whoopsie!" kind of tone. When I got bit the other day she didn't do a thing and she was right there.
A kid was repeatedly throwing sand in the sandbox. The lead teacher would remove any kid from the sandbox after doing this once, so after a few times, I removed this child and he ran away. I have a great relationship with this kid and I just wanted to explain to him that if he wants to stay in the sandbox, he can't throw sand. I was playfully chasing him around outside like "I'm gonna getcha!" and he was laughing and then I said that I wanted to talk to him so I plopped him on my lap for a second. He wasn't even resisting or anything and kept getting distracted and saying funny things when I was trying to talk to him. Another teacher from very afar just saw me remove him from the sandbox, run after him, and plop him on my lap and immediately started barking my name and then asked what the child had done. Being in the middle of everything, I just gave her a quick answer and then my next free moment she rudely told me to go home. It was around the time I'm usually dismissed, but she had said that my coworker and I could go at the same time, but then when I tried to clean up a few things on my way out to make HER job easier, she rudely repeated for me to go home while she stood and chatted with my otjer coworker who was also supposed to be leaving. A simple misunderstanding where I was heavily judged and treated rudely without even an attempt at hearing my side of things.
A child has been biting, hitting and pushing the other kids all day and has just had a recent bite incident and is crying after being removed from the other kids. Another teacher asks why she is crying and I say "she has bitten three times today and has just bitten (baby)". The other teacher says "3 bites in the span of...what?" and then tells the biter to go seek comfort from her older sister. Does it matter how recent the other 2 bites were? I don't understand.
I don't resort to physically removing a child unless they are going to get hurt or they are hurting other children. For the sand one, I was following what the lead teacher was doing. I only chased the child and put him on my lap not because throwing sand was such a serious offense, but because "I'm gonna getcha" is like a little game with this kid, and I wouldn't put a kid on my lap who didn't want to be there but he was laughing and was clearly okay with it to the point he couldn't even pay attention to what I was saying because he was talking to me too much.
I feel like my coworkers don't trust me and they undermine me. There are kids who don't even view me as their teacher and will tell me they don't have to listen to me because I'm not their teacher when I am.
Any advice? I hate pulling out my firm voice and always speak softly and politely first. I still say please when I'm firm. I never yell. I hate having to touch a child as a form of discipline (pulling them away from a situation). Am I the problem? Are these just misunderstandings? Thoughts?

In 2020 during the pandemic, I started to question my sexuality, and during that time I started to notice some feelings I had for some women, for example: being nervous around me, blushing whenever they spoke to me, having fantasies in which they thought I was beautiful and funny, If there was one nearby I would try to do something to make her notice me, in a room with several people I could feel her presence, I couldn't stop looking at them. Is this attraction?? I've felt this all my life around some women, including a teacher when I was 14, i was very nervous around her, when she spoke to me I froze, and when a girl held my hand to dance and I was very nervous because I thought she was pretty, another girl on highschool, and a friend of mine, we where friends for four years and I've had those feeling all those years, and also some women I see on the street.
I'm confused because I feel way more nervous around women I think is pretty, I think of ways of making them notice me and can't stop looking at them, with men I can talk easily to them.
I'm very confused because idk if it could be insecurity, I'm 23 but if you look at me in the street you would think I'm 16 and that doesn't makes me feel good, so idk, how can I know the difference, I've never looked at those women and desired to be them, there's a lot of pretty women that I don't feel this way about, I feel this way for specific women.
When I kissed a man for the first time I felt nothing, I only kissed him because I haven't kissed anyone and I was getting older, and idk if I was ever attracted to him, I've met a lot of nice guys, but I would always ran away when they asked me out, I had a highschool male friend that I thought I liked him, one day we went out alone (not a date) and I felt nervous the entire time ( not good nervous) I was so afraid of someone seeing us and thinking we were dating, one day I went to the cinema with him and another female friend, he was gonna sit next to me and I didn't even think i just said " you really going to separate us" then I sit next to my female friend.
I consider myself as a Attractive person, the only thing that I don't feel good about myself is that I look way younger than I am
Sorry about my English

In 2020 during the pandemic, I started to question my sexuality, and during that time I started to notice some feelings I had for some women, for example: being nervous around me, blushing whenever they spoke to me, having fantasies in which they thought I was beautiful and funny, If there was one nearby I would try to do something to make her notice me, in a room with several people I could feel her presence, I couldn't stop looking at them. Is this attraction?? I've felt this all my life around some women, including a teacher when I was 14, i was very nervous around her, when she spoke to me I froze, and when a girl held my hand to dance and I was very nervous because I thought she was pretty, another girl on highschool, and a friend of mine, we where friends for four years and I've had those feeling all those years, and also some women I see on the street.
I'm confused because I feel way more nervous around women I think is pretty, I think of ways of making them notice me and can't stop looking at them, with men I can talk easily to them.
I'm very confused because idk if it could be insecurity, I'm 23 but if you look at me in the street you would think I'm 16 and that doesn't makes me feel good, so idk, how can I know the difference, I've never looked at those women and desired to be them, there's a lot of pretty women that I don't feel this way about, I feel this way for specific women.
When I kissed a man for the first time I felt nothing, I only kissed him because I haven't kissed anyone and I was getting older, and idk if I was ever attracted to him, I've met a lot of nice guys, but I would always ran away when they asked me out, I had a highschool male friend that I thought I liked him, one day we went out alone (not a date) and I felt nervous the entire time ( not good nervous) I was so afraid of someone seeing us and thinking we were dating, one day I went to the cinema with him and another female friend, he was gonna sit next to me and I didn't even think i just said " you really going to separate us" then I sit next to my female friend.
I consider myself as a Attractive person, the only thing that I don't feel good about myself is that I look way younger than I am
Sorry about my English

This seems to be a common sentiment for a lot of people and I think it's a projection of their ideology, which is one not of equality, but equity.
For the purposes of this post I use the definition of equity as meaning "Equal outcomes for all identity groups". But that is not realistic or rational.
Equity is not natural and for companies/corporations for example, you can't expect the demography of the company to match the demography of the surrounding area, and for larger corporations it's especially unreasonable to expect the corporation as a whole to match the demography of the entire country. I'm talking about America, and in a place like America each state has different demography depending on the state and even the county.
But even so, you can't expect the demography of even a county to match every company in that county. People have different interests and capabilities for any number of reasons and that's normal and okay.
I don't think ironworkers are mostly men because they dedicate energy to discriminating against women. Same with construction workers. Or oil rig workers.
I don't think Kindergarten teachers are mostly women because they dedicate energy to discriminating against men. Same with nurses. Or secretaries.
I think this is just a natural reflection of the biological differences between males and females and our natural tendencies, aptitudes, and personality traits.
This could apply to ethnic groups as well, for any number of reasons. Sometimes those reasons seem arbitrary, and that's okay. But I think usually it's cultural.
To keep with the pattern above, I don't think the NBA is antisemitic or Black supremacist because there are barely any Jewish players and a massive over-representation of Black players. There could be any number of cultural reasons for that.
In 2006, Joe Biden, remarked that "you cannot go to a 7-Eleven or a Dunkin' Donuts unless you have a slight Indian accent". I guess what he meant is that most people who own gas stations and convenience stores are Indian/Pakistani/etc. I seem to recall he made a similar statement during a political debate.
People bristle at comments like these, saying they're racial stereotypes. But they're true? The statistics back that up.
I hope the anti-AI crowd will forgive me, but I had this funny dialogue with ChatGPT just now. In asking about Biden's remarks, it says:

This remark was widely criticized as being insensitive and perpetuating stereotypes about Indian-Americans. While the comment was specifically about Indian-Americans, it does touch upon a broader stereotype that certain immigrant groups are heavily represented in the ownership of convenience stores and gas stations.

But then I asked it, "Which demographic group is dominant when it comes to ownership of convenience stores and gas stations?"
And the answer included:

"...one prominent group is Indian-Americans, particularly those of Gujarati descent. This demographic has a substantial presence in the convenience store and gas station industry.

So...reality is insensitive? This stereotype is bad? But the stereotypes are literally true according to the data.
Does this mean that the gas station ownership industry is discriminating against white men? I don't see any reason to think so. Why is it a bad thing that certain ethnic groups dominate the ownership of various businesses? Asian-Americans owning laundromats is another one that comes to mind.
My thought is, who cares? Why is this a bad thing? I just see it as another interesting quirk of living in a multicultural society. There are certain things attributed to various ethnic groups for various reasons and that's just part of the delightful tapestry of a diverse society.
The way I see it, it's okay that we have lopsided representation of various groups in various different fields. There are many different kinds of companies/hobbies/whatever, and they have many different kinds of work cultures, required aptitudes and personality types for the employees, and this results in sometimes unequal representation. And that's okay.
I could expand on the title of this CMV to relate to many other, more "serious" topics, but that would make this post much longer and much more complicated.
Anyway, a lot of people seem to disagree with the idea that disparity is not automatically evidence of discrimination. Why is that? Change my view.

I am an HSP and my sister is not. I think I might be autistic as well, my sister is not. She has a really shitty job where she's posing as a teacher, but she's actually just a bouncer expected to keep 30 middle schoolers from killing each other for 7 hours a day 5 days a week. I'm fully aware that her life sucks right now and that she's hella depressed and she's not having a good time. That's not new. What is new is the boyfriend that she's had for a few months now. I'll call him L. I didn't love L at first, I just thought he was kind of a bad influence, but in the time they've dated, L has had a couple of serious freakouts. When they were freshly seeing each other and not even exclusive, he got really mad at my sister for still having tinder on her phone. I don't believe anything she says to me anymore, so she could have been using it for nefarious purposes, but I don't think she was considering she's so far up his ass she can see out of his mouth. I really didn't trust him after that, but I hung out with him to humor my sister, since she literally would not hang out with me unless she could have him there. It was fine until a few weeks ago, when my sister walked into she and L's house in a crop top and he instantly started griping about it, to which I said "so everyone at the beach should be arrested then, yeah" and gave him a funny look, and he went fucking ballistic. Ended up kicking me out of his house without letting me say anything to defend myself or apologize, and then he hurled insults at me until I was out the door. She moves in, I'm banned from her house, and I'm concerned what that means for my sister and I's relationship, but my sister actually got mad at me for being concerned because "it didn't have anything to do with me". Fast forward to Mother's day and yesterday: she invites him to family dinner without telling me, whatever, I don't care. But she asks during dinner if she can have a copy of my parents camping schedule to know when they're gone, and I started panicking because I was like "she's going to bring him here to live it up in my space because they're not going to be here to say no" because she does not show up for me if she can't involve him. She hasn't done it in months. So I said "please don't bring him here to corner me while I'm here by myself over the summer. You don't live here anymore so please be mindful of those who still do" and somehow she took it as me saying she was a bitch for bringing him on mother's day. Instead of talking to me about all of this herself, she fucking gave L my number so he could spam text me hate messages until I blocked him. I'm just left here wondering what the hell I did and why she's acting like this. She's lying to me, all last week she said she would be home Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, then Friday I didn't even get a text saying she wouldn't be there, I was just left waiting for her to show up until fucking 8pm. Then she decided that I'm the despicable one who has been hurting her all this time. I don't even know what I'm looking for, I think I'm just at a loss and want to get this off my chest. Literally all I've ever asked for is some adult fucking communication. Letting me know you're not going to be here before our plans are literally fucking over. Telling me when you're bringing your boyfriend over to my space. ACTUALLY TALKING TO ME WHEN YOU HAVE AN ISSUE INSTEAD OF GETTING SOMEONE ELSE TO FUCKING DO IT. I don't know. I know she's being a coward and a child. I just want it to stop.

I’m catching heart wrenching feelings for a guy I met online. idk even know how he looks like for all ik he could be a catfish. So i’m in this physics groupchat and i asked for teachers online and he messaged me and gave me his gmail and password to access his google drive that had like a really expensive teaches lectures. We have been talking ever since that day. He has never said anything remotely weird to me and is always super nice. He’s so nice and funny. Like i don’t even know what he looks like and i genuinely consider him a friend (more than a friend). We have talked about relationships and he said ‘i never want to get married and marriage is a scam’ but it wasn’t in like ‘oh i hate women’ way, it was like “my parents marriage has tramautised me for life”. He also said that he would never ever be in relationship but he has kind of like flirted on text. God how stupid am i. Like who likes someone that is truly against relationships. Most of all who likes someone they have never even seen???????? I HATE MYSELF. why’s my brain doing this to me? I look forward to him texting me after my exams end. I genuinely hate my brain for this.

(Pardon my haphazard and sporadic writing style, I'm tired and LIVID.)
I'm officially done working in the field of child development and it's entirely due to the amount of misandry I've endured over the span of 8 years.
I've been working in education as a preschool teacher and as a preschool behavior specialist. Every school I've worked at has had parents, principals, and teachers who judge me solely on the fact that I'm a guy. Not to mention what I hear about other male peers in the field.
I understand the concerns people may have with a male in an environment surrounded by children but things are more complicated than they seem. I'm talking specifically about the covert misandry.
For example: My successes aren't ever based off of my mastered skills, it's because "I'm a man" and kids only like me because I'm a man. Women paras who yell at toddlers are surprised to find that going down to a child's level, looking them in the eye, and providing a guiding statement works better than yelling at the child. Apparently though, that communication style only worked because "I'm a man" and not because I genuinely respected that child's intelligence and employed techniques taught to me in college by veteran teachers.
I've dealt with shit like this for too long and have kept quiet.
I'm sick of parents and teachers gossiping about me, both weirdly sexualizing and sexually harassing me, and being hostile with me despite how helpful and nice I've tried to be throughout. I'm sick of oblivious staff at school sites reporting me as "a possible hostile threat", hovering around me and asking me who I am because they've never seen me before despite the fact I've been at a school site for a YEAR and even wear my school badge/lanyard openly.
My existence as a man is threatening to some with trauma and I get it. Men can be shitty...
Unfortunately, this preconceived fear is just pushing good teachers who just want kids to healthily grow out of the field. Now I'm entering a trade job, succumbing to society's expectation of where a man apparently belongs. Funny part is that I'll be making more money than being a preschool teacher ever would and I'm not going to look back. If I do then I'll be heartbroken as all I wanted to do was enrich the minds of children and help them become independent and emotionally stable people.
Bon fucking voyage. It's been a journey and I'm sorry to leave those kids behind but I've been discouraged and emotionally beaten to a pulp.

What am I doing? Dominick Mason asked himself for the hundredth time that night. It was late on a rainy Sunday evening and Dom, a tall, lanky man-boy of twenty-five with a prominent Adam’s apple and too big eyes, stared out the rain-slicked window of the 905. The big bus swayed and jostled as it lumbered down Central Avenue, the movements strangely comforting, conducive to reflection…and self-doubt.
As if on cue, his phone buzzed, and a pit opened up in his stomach. He fumbled it out with long fingers and read the text. Are u almost here
His thumb hovered over the screen, but he did not reply. Part of him wanted to block the number, slink back home with his tail between his legs, and forget the whole thing. He could boot up his PS4 and play Red Dead Redemption or GTA V like always. Safe. Familiar. The thought, however, stirred a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was dread.
Every night, he did the same thing. He came home from work to his tiny prison cell apartment. He had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He played video games until it was time to go to bed. The worst part of the whole night was when he turned off the TV and saw his murky reflection in the screen. Plaid. Scrawny. Disgusting. He hated being locked in that apartment, with its old smells and white walls, but he hated going out even more. At least in his hole, he was safe, like a mouse. No one hurt or lied to him there. No one gave him funny looks. No one rejected him. He was completely safe in his solitude, a wounded animal hiding in its den and licking its wounds.
He was wounded and he knew it.
And he hated himself for it. Hated that he wasn’t stronger or better. Hated that even though he tried so hard, everything he did fell apart…if it even came together in the first place, which it rarely did.
The phone buzzed again.
Just a question mark this time.
His heart began to race and a steely fist slowly closed around his lungs. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and took a deep breath. He pictured himself alone in his little apartment. He loved the image, but he hated it too. Most nights, he didn’t mind being alone. He had to not mind it, because he didn’t have a choice. Some nights…some nights he didn’t want to be alone. Some nights he wanted warmth, he wanted tenderness…some nights, he wanted to be human.
Every so often, Dom would get the urge to find those things. They came less frequently than they did before, but unfortunately, they still came. He would create an account on Plenty of Fish and OKCupid, maybe some of the other sites as well. He would agonize over his stupid intro and his stupid list of hobbies. He would spend hours - literally hours - writing and rewriting them, trying at first to be serious, then light and funny, then cool, then aloof, then vulnerable. He would take the best possible pictures from the best possible angles, then upload them, never lingering over them because he hated the way he looked. He didn’t think he was ugly - mid was more like it - but apparently, he was ugly. Too ugly for love, too ugly even to talk to.
The ugly barnacle. So ugly that everyone died. The end.
All of Dom’s pictures were all selfies, of course. Guys he listened to on YouTube said he needed action shots, shots with friends, shots that showed women he had a life, was valued by those around him, and knew how to have fun. Too bad for him, he had no friends and no one valued him, not even his own mother. On the surface, maybe, but she had hurt him so many times over the years in so many ways that even the most devout son would stop and think.
It had to be selfies.
When his profile was in order - or as much in order as he could get it - he would start to browse. Dom knew his place and never messaged women who were too beautiful. He used to, but they never responded. He eventually began to skip their profiles with a pang of loss and a quiet what if? Now, he barely noticed them. Blonde. Petite. Blue eyes. Maybe she was a cheerleader at one time, maybe she was the type of girl who looked down her nose at guys like him. Maybe she was a sweetheart. In any case, he would never find out, so who cares?
He went for women he could realistically obtain…the type of women he’d dated and hooked up with in the past. Some were attractive in their own way, others were hard to look at, he wasn’t picky; he couldn’t afford to be picky. One woman he saw was a good three hundred pounds. She was nice and he liked her enough, but he lapsed into depression while they were dating and he never messaged her back…not that she made a huge effort to message him. Another was a pre-K teacher in her mid-thirties. Overweight with a big nose, glasses, and a plain face when she wasn’t wearing make-up. He liked her a lot and wanted to be with her, but after a month of weekend hookups, she said she didn’t love him. She told him she wanted a family - three kids, to be exact - but “changed her mind.” No, she didn’t. She just didn’t want those things with him.
Now she was in her late thirties, single, and having regrets.
She still wouldn’t settle for him, though.
Another woman he’d seen recently (six months ago) was fifty, but not unattractive. They texted for weeks, hot and heavy. She outright told him that she wanted to have sex with him. Said all sorts of nasty and sexual things. Their first (and only date) was her coming to his apartment. Instead of tender kisses, loving caresses, and intense emotions, they shared an awkward two hours on his couch. When he tried to hold her hand and put his arm around her, she stiffened. Not much, just a little. She said she “wasn’t ready.” He sat there and watched the flowers he’d gotten her wilt as she talked about her ex for an hour and a half, his arms pointedly crossed. He even leaned as far away from her as humanly possible, trying to communicate with his body language what he didn’t have the guts to communicate with his words: I’m uncomfortable, please leave. He planned to take her to a nice restaurant after they made love. Instead, he ordered something after she finally got the hint and left, eating alone like always.
After her, he deleted his profile (again) and resolved to never bother with dating again. Obviously there was something wrong with him. He saw guys who were uglier and more awkward than him with girlfriends, some actually stunning, but there was something about him in particular, something that repelled women…and men too.
Everyone.
It repelled everyone.
Maybe it was his self-loathing. After all, no one likes a sad sack. But that’s the thing: He was like this because of those experiences. It was a what came first, the chicken or the egg situation. Looking back, he had almost normal confidence at one point. Then all of this happened. The hundreds of messages he sent on the dating apps staying on read, unanswered, like he never sent them at all, like he was garbage unworthy of even a hello. The awkward dates. The occasional “success” that eventually fell apart…sometimes because of him, and sometimes because of them. The one girl who ran away from him when he tried to walk her to her car after a date. They didn’t click, he knew that, but he didn’t say or do anything creepy. Why did she do that? The girls who lead him on, talking about sex and sometimes even love but always had a reason they couldn’t meet.
There were other examples - many others - but it was all the same. Who cared?
Dom wanted to crawl back into his hole and stay there, to stop poking his head out and getting hurt. He wanted it so bad…but he was only human. Deep down, buried beneath layer after layer of scar tissue, there was still hope. Hope for love, for companionship, for acceptance, for intimacy and human touch. It was only an ember now, but even an ember is enough to spark a fire.
Some nights, he wanted to be safe. Other nights, he wanted to take a risk.
And this night was one of the latter.
Be there soon, he texted. He swallowed hard and wetted his lips. His heart was pounding faster and his bowels were loose. He really hoped this worked out. He didn’t think he could handle another rejection. If she turned him down, he’d probably go home and kill himself. Why go on like this?
He’d had that thought before…but he never followed through.
Maybe one day he’d actually shut the fuck up and do it already.
Maybe.
Ok :)
Her name was Heather and she was fat. She was not unattractive in the face and she wore her weight well, not that that mattered - he would take what he could get. They started talking on OKCupid last week and very soon, the conversation became sexual. He didn’t start it, though, she did. She was ahem very excited, she said. He liked to think that she was lonely, desperate, and wanted intimacy - any intimacy - just like him.
That really turned him on.
They agreed to meet, and now here he was, on the bus to her apartment on the other side of the city, hoping against hope that she didn’t hurt him too.
He put the phone away and stared straight ahead. The bus was nearly deserted, save for an old bag lady up front and a few Mexican guys in the back. Lights lined the bus’s roof, providing a cold, impersonal light. Dom took a deep breath and forced his dark emotions away. It was all on him to make this work. He would accept her fat, ugly, poor, and crippled, but he had to work to earn her love. He could do it.
When the bus finally reached his stop, he yanked the cord and got off. There was a plexiglass shelter lit by a single, lonely bulb. Trash littered the ground. Beyond the shelter, a park lay in darkness. Behind him, on the other side of the road, a housing project not unlike his own towered into the sky, lit up like a ship at sail. Dom swallowed his nerves and crossed the street. He found the door that she had directed him to use, and climbed the stairs. He expected trash, graffiti, and winos passed out on every landing. Instead, the stairwell was clean and deserted. His nerves welled as he climbed but he forced them down again. On the ninth floor, he went down the hall, battered on all sides by the stale smells of cooking and the murmur of TVs and voices coming from every apartment.
Dom paused at Apartment 237.
Heather’s.
You got this, he told himself.
And really, he did. Their plan - well, Heather’s, really - was simple and straightforward. She told him that she would leave the door unlocked. He was to come in, go to the bedroom, and she would be waiting for him. She said it was a fantasy of hers.
On some level, he knew all along that the whole setup sounded fishy. Was he being set up to get robbed? Would he walk in and get jumped by a bunch of Crips? He hesitated, but his need for love - and, yes, release - pushed him on.
He opened the door.
Inside, the apartment was small and messy, a living room to the right and a tiny kitchen to the left. The only light on was the one above the stove.
Everything else was in shadows.
Dom’s heart skipped a beat.
This didn’t feel right.
That thought was overpowered by the smell, a sickly sweet odor that suddenly seemed to be everywhere. His stomach twisted and he turned his head slightly to one side, as if to spare his nose. It smelled like something spoiled.
A voice spoke from the darkness, startling him. “I’m in here.”
It was light, airy, and cute.
For the last time, Dom hesitated. Some primal sense told him to turn around and leave…
…but he wanted to be loved.
Dom entered and shut the door behind him.
The smell was stronger. The atmosphere darker.
Ahead, he could barely make out an open doorway in the shadows.
He crossed to it.
The smell was overpowering here and Dom felt like he was going to puke. Any desire he had felt was gone, replaced only by revulsion and claustrophobia. It was cold, he realized, so cold that his teeth chattered.
Okay, fuck this.
He started to turn around, intent on leaving, but a small, white hand reached from the darkness. Icy fingertips brushed his cheek and his heart blasted into his throat.
Then she was there, her body pressing against his and her lips fused with his. The smell, the freezer chill, both stronger than ever.
They were both coming from her.
Her tongue hungrily lashed his own, and she pushed him against the wall. Her hands slipped under his shirt and pressed flat against his chest. They were so cold that he almost cried out.
Dom wanted to push her away, to run, but he didn’t. Instead, he froze up and allowed her to push him onto the bed. Was he too gutless to tell her no, the way he’d been too gutless to tell the woman who went on and on about her ex to shut up and leave? Did he secretly want to go through with this? He didn’t know, and he didn’t have time to figure it out. She was on top of him now, straddling him, his legs caged between her ample thighs. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her bare breasts.
They were as cold as the rest of her.
She leaned down and kissed him again. He hadn’t noticed it before, but her tongue was…dry. Her mouth itself tasted strange. Off.
Heather broke from his lips and peppered kisses on his cheek and forehead, assaulting him with an intimacy that Dom no longer wanted.
Through it all, she was as silent as a tomb. She wasn’t panting or rasping with excitement. In fact, he didn’t think she was even breathing.
She brushed her lips along the exposed curve of his throat, and tingles of revulsion shot down his spine. She found his pulse and kissed it. Trembles of excitement raced through her body and she started to lap his neck like a dog.
Without warning, a fiery pinprick of pain exploded over him and Heather began to shake and pant. Dom cried out and tried to fight her off, but she was too heavy, too much.
With a tiny, mouse-like squeak - a sound of pitiable fear and resignation - Dom blacked out.

Husband and I are 29 years old. Together for 15 years married for 4.
We have 3 kids, 8, 5, and 1.This is mostly regarding our oldest, who is 8.
So he’s not the best with teachers and likes to belittle them I think. Like our son brought his iPod to school (my old iPhone without service) and the teacher took it and had us pick it up and he told the teacher “dont take his phone, it’s not yours to take. Ask him to put it away and if it’s really an issue you can call me or his mother and we’ll deal with it but don’t take my things from my son” and then they argued a bit and finally she agreed if it happened again she’ll call his parents.
Then recently he got in trouble in class for disrupting the class (he threw a paper ball at another kid and then got a detention) and we weren’t informed. So when my husband and I went to pick him up the teacher said we had to wait 20 minutes because he’s in detention and he said “uh, yeah no I’m just gonna pick him up now” and she said “you’re more than welcome to after his detention” and he said “who do you think you are telling me when and were I pick up my son?” And i apologized on his behalf and told him to knock it off and he said “no, do I tell you what to teach? No. So how about you be the teacher and I’ll be the parent. You can teach him math and English and I’ll discipline him.” And she said it’s school policy and he was in there with another kid so husband just walked into the classroom and said “hey buddy, let’s go” and son said “I can’t” and he said “you’re going to serve your detention at home” and we left and the teacher just smiled and was clearly pissed.
To be completely fair, he was in trouble at home. Husband told him he needs to show his teacher respect and we took away his iPod and Xbox for the evening, and then we had him apologize to her the next morning.
On top of that, he doesn’t set a great example. He acts like a kid. I thought it was cute and funny when we were like 15 but now it’s worrisome because our kids are watching.
We were back to school shopping at the Nike store and there was a football and he looked at our son and said “hey buddy watch this” and threw it at a manican and the store worker said he had to go and he said “haha…yeah no I’m gonna stay” and I was so angry and embarrassed I just left and apologized to the worker.
Another time we were at lunch and there was a guy across the restaurant wearing a rather interesting outfit and he looked at our son and pointed to the guy and said “look at that dumbass over there. I bet he ordered a blt or some gay ass shit like that” annd they both laughed and I said “seriously??” And he shrugged and said “he probably did” and when we got home I told him how completely inappropriate that was.
And then on Saturday morning our son was playing madden on his Xbox with someone online (a random match) and he was losing so husband took over and started winning and the guy threw an interception so husband said on the mic “nice throw, f_ggot” and then won the game and called the guy a loser.
Normally I wouldn’t care, because that’s kinda what you need to expect when playing a game online, but saying those things in front of our son really upset me and I told him again in private I’m NOT ok with that.
I’m glad our son looks up to dad that much, and aside from being a little immature he’s an amazing dad and husband, but this kind of stuff really upsets me.

We have a 1 to 10 grade scale with 5 (E) as the minimum passing grade and 10 (A+) as the top grade and 7 (B) as the average
I have a organic chem teacher that likes to give frankly really easy flash tests on top of the standard chapter tests. The grade corresponding to a 100% score is 9 (A-).
I understand why he doesn't want to give top marks on flash tests as they are much easier than the chapter ones but have the same weight. But it still feels like bullshit that even when I get everything correct my average goes down. He also announced that we will have a "flash" test tomorrow. So now I "have" to go and know that no matter how well I do on it, my semester mark will go down.
Other than that he is wonderful teacher and I love going to his class, legit best one I've ever had. He truly made me enjoy chemistry.
PS: Funny my past physics teacher also did exactly the same thing and he was also the best.

I can't make this up.
At my school we do not currently have Air Conditioners in our classrooms (Though we have been promised that some will be installed over summer YAY!)
The past few days it's gotten pretty hot, like around 80 and above. Naturally I like to keep my door propped open with a widow open as well to allow air flow and cool down the class as much as possible and to alleviate as much of the smell of sweaty teenager as possible!
Well students felt like it would be funny to while i'm not looking or working one on one with another student to leave crumb trails by the door and "feed the birds"
Today as I opened my door I had 3 birds fly into my classroom and perch on the ceiling within 10 minutes of class starting. Yes they pooped on desks, luckily it avoided all students and belongings. Yes they caused a commotion. For about 15 minutes my job transitioned from teacher to professional bird wrangler (another line for the ol' resume)
Now I can not keep my door open for fear that my lectures will turn into a scene from hitchcocks' "the Birds"
Just another day in Education

TL;DR Abused boy is outcasted in high school and is now questioning 10 years later if he was the cause, and how to fix it.
I was thinking about this today after a discussion with my wife that since I was an outcast in high school, I still am one today. I have the generic tragic backstory most do, mother and stepfather were drug addicts, abused physically and mentally. That was all when I was around 1-6. After my dad took me in, never talked about anything that happened though. In middle school I was really popular, I said anything on my mind so that was reinforced as being a good thing, that's when I started acting out, just trying to be funny. (One time I said I was gonna blow up the school and got suspended, I couldn't understand why, I said it as a joke, a bad joke yes, but a joke none the less. I was not allowed to watch tv nor did I have access to the internet at this time, so my thoughts were "How would a middle schooler even get a bomb? What are you adults stupid or something?")
I think I tried holding onto the same type of personality that people liked throughout middle school to high school. It is synonymous to how the manosphere men act today. I had connections from middle school and would often eat lunch with them. But when I hit my sophomore year, seats stopped becoming available, for me at the table. I knew and I had too much anxiety to sit with people I didn't know, so I skipped lunch and would try to find somewhere to just wait out the lunch period. After this point I would just ignore everyone and keep my headphones in throughout the day
I dropped out due to depression and maybe other things. I didn't talk much, I didn't go out much, so i started streaming while I played video games. People in my life saw it as a waste of time and pushed me to just work a factory job and hope to move up after years. (It was actually the leading cause for getting me kicked out of not 1 but 3 houses) I was always a nice guy but not a genuinely nice person, just a guy who would be nice to get what I wanted. I started getting followers, and felt accepted, made it to a good subscriber count. like 1.5k but then I quit. A few reasons but one of the main one was that no viewers would show up unless I played a specific game I was really good at. Not because of me, but my skill, or so was how I viewed it..
Until my early twenties, like 21-22. I'm 27 now :P. I was so sad an depressed about not making friends that I was making trying to force it with the first people interacting with me. Even with them though they had taken more of a liking to my wife then myself. I'm not sure what it is, but you know that feeling that you introduce people and they become better friends and eventually they hang out without you? That has been something I noticed happens to me for awhile. Throughout my life I've only ever been invited to things from people passing out fliers for events. When I say it I think people think I'm trying for pity or being facetious when I'm mainly just making an observation, that or the people who did invite me were people I didn't want to hang out with.
I thought I just had naturally low charisma but thanks to my dad I know the art of being charismatic. My dad is super charismatic and can make friends with anyone so I just mimicked him. While I could use the right tone my verbiage felt wrong I felt like everything I said or do would be wrong or misunderstood. So I made the realization it was how I viewed myself, so I worked on that a lot with the help of my wife (Who actually has been the only person to choose me) made it to the point where I love who I am. And I know the path of the person I want to become. But I still see myself as an outcast. I also don't see it as a bad thing, just something that is. But is that self destructive? Will I have to do away with that thinking so I can run my business? If you were an outcast, if you've never stopped being an outcast are you still one or am I just reinforcing because I want to be one?
As a kid I was obsessed with not wanting anyone to remember me. I begged teachers to remove my pictures, or any proof that I was there closer to graduation. I skipped the picture days so I wouldn't have a picture in the year book. If it's harmful how does one change that mindset, go out and try to make acquaintances?
Thanks for coming to my ted talk and opinions are greatly appreciated.

This actually happened last year. Basically, my classmate (15M at that time) wrote "u/a_random_chopin_fan (also 15M at that time) has erectile dysfunction" then, he proceeded to write the same thing but in place of my name, he wrote the names of some other students. I was obviously not hurt by this at all, honestly, I found it kinda funny. Regardless, I complained about it to my class teacher who, unexpectedly, beat the shit out of him, made him kneel down while catching his ears and called him "a rapist" (not sure where that came from). I felt a bit bad ngl. His image was completely ruined in front of that teacher. She even gave him very low marks in the science practicals partially because of that.
For some context, before that incident, he always used to take advantage of me, as I am one of the toppers of my class. But during exam time, if I got even 1 mark less in some subject, he'd make fun of me and berate me (meanwhile he got somewhat good marks by cheating). So, needless to say, I hated him. That's why I decided to complain when I got the perfect chance for revenge, which, now that I think about it, hit him harder than I expected. If it had been some other student, I wouldn't have bothered. So, AITA?

A couple of years ago I tried writing my own version of Stones Abbigale. I never got past the first couple scenes, but I'm considering returning to it. I wanted to basically rewrite and change up a lot of things, mainly focusing on Abbi and Davis and changing some elements. Let me know what you think!

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It's almost four in the morning and Seth is threatening suicide again. Good. Fuck him. I hope he does it. I don't text him that because I read about this girl who told her boyfriend to kill himself. The irony was that when he actually did it she got charged with second degree murder. My life is fucked as it is I don't need to make it worse. I’m shivering under my comforter because we’re halfway through November. I think about the turkey that won't get made this year and the family I won't see. I think that's swell. Seth is still texting.
Its like u dont even care after everything that happened and after everything we did together i saved ur life and i stayed with u when u cried and i hugged u and i did everything for u but that wasn't enough was it? i try so hard and all u ever are is a bitch to me that's not fair u want me to die and u hate me and u dont even care and im sick of it abbi why is is so hard for u to care about me?
I don't respond. I don't like how I feel about this. This should be easy. He won't actually do it. He won't. He’s too self involved to kill himself. I put my phone face down on my bed. The sheets shake around it as he sends message after message. I was sleeping on a ticking bomb so I got off of it. My feet stick to the floor, I struggle to step. I might as well have been standing barefoot on ice. I trudge to my window so I can see my street at night. Winter is really coming. You can't hear as many birds as you used to. They've all gone. They've all flown away. I can see three streetlights from where I’m standing. If you can from right to left you can see the concrete fracture into the sand. I open my window and brace for the chill. I stick my head outside. The ocean is not far away. I hear it hitting the shore over and over. Waves of water splashing incessantly, almost beating out my text notifications. The street lights flicker. I think of last summer. When Seth and I got really high after the news broke that my Mom was cheating on my Dad. I was making out with that bong. Emptying bowl after bowl, clanking the glass on the road to empty it out. Just thinking about it makes me feel the street pole against my back again. I was laughing and crying. Seth leaned in and hugged me. “I’m a sure thing,” he said. “I love you and I always will.” I caught my reflection in his sunglasses. I looked awful. I shiver at the memory. My phone is still buzzing. I try to catch my breath. I shut my window and start to walk back to my bed. A room always looks different in the dark. Maybe you think you know where you are, but there is always something that can jump out at you on the floor. Like a ghostly paper bag or a vengeful shoe. Objects that seem to move on their own with the sole drive of tripping you. I crawl back into bed. There's the phantom of Dad’s snoring . I know he's not sleeping in his room, he fell asleep on the couch after finishing his seventh fifth. Sometimes my brain fills in the gaps so I can hear it everywhere. Funnily, I haven't actually heard him snore since Mom left. That's the one thing I ever heard them fight about. Before she turned out to be a whore, I guess. BZZT.BZZT.BZZT. I can't bring myself to read any of his messages. They're coming so fast all the paragraphs are lost to motion blur. Seth’s arms wrap around me and I think about the beating of his heart and the warmth of his lips against my skin. I open up the texts, ready to respond.
I love you
I text this over and over until I fall asleep.
Davis was the only senior on the bus. Somehow, everyone else had a car or a ride. It’s all right, though. James would probably give him one if he had a car, but he skated to school every morning. That's why he barely ever rode the bus with him. The bus thumped along the under paved roads. Davis forgot his earbuds at home, so the only music that accompanied him was his racing thoughts. Two sophomore girls popped their heads over. “Ohmigod, Davis!” One of them shrieked.. “As I live and breathe,” he smiled. “Nice,” she said. “I’m so excited to see your finished painting.” Davis took the lower level art class for a requirement. Like most things, he's not taking it very seriously. For their pop art unit, he's painting a portrait of the art teacher with a warthog face. It's one of his funny disruptions. He knows Mrs. Stanley is going to have a real field day with it, but it doesn't matter. Artistic liberties, he’d profess. “She's such a bitch, isn't she?” The sophomore girl turns to her compatriot, who only nods in response. “She's just jealous,” Davis says. “It must be depressing to teach art and see the youth soar above her.” “For sure,” the girl doesn't get it. Class clown is a semi-heavy burden. Davis doesn't really feel like talking to these girls, but his position demands it. Comedy informs everything about him. To the giant thrift store jeans, to the loud Hawaiian shirt. He and James are the ultimate combination, at least he likes to think so. Quiet brooding begs for bright distraction. The girl is still trying to talk to him and Davis is saying his preprogrammed lines. The bus stops in front of James’s street. Surprisingly, James is standing there. “Like I’m this close to just filling my hydroflask with vodka, yaknow?” says the chick. Maybe she's just trying to get a rise out of him. “Better be prepared to give me more than a sip,” Davis is watching James grumble towards the bus. The sun is beating down on the forming ice puddles. James stomps through them with small shattering steps. James turns up the bus aisle and plops in the seat next to Davis. Davis’s smile is genuine now, but he fights it from getting too wide. “Crash your vehicle?” Davis asks. “Something like it,” there's something off with him. Davis doesn't want to push it. “Well damn, hope insurance covers it,” Davis wants James to break and laugh. Is it just another mood or did something actually happen this time? “It won't, I got bad credit,” James grins and it's like heaven. “What's the move for you today?” “Surviving art and physics for me,” says Davis. “Those bastards love to keep me down.” “Who doesn't,” James eyes the girls who have since returned to whatever they were doing before. It's the judgement stare, as Davis calls it. James likes to observe his peers like a zoo-goer. Breaking them down to taxonomic types. Davis likes to think that James doesn't do this to him, but he knows he probably does. “It sucks you decided to be bad at school and take baby art,” James is still dissecting the sophomore girls down to their tropes. “We could have done Art II together.” “I wouldn't want to get between you and Alex. I know how you love it when people piss in jars next to you.” “That's disgusting,” James breaks his glare at the girls. “It's performance art, it's beautiful,” Davis gets up out of his seat to yell. “Everyone witness the wonderful work of Alex Madov! Disengage yourself from the shackles of capitalism by shouting with me: Poopy, pee pee, poop!” Davis gets a few chuckles from the other kids on the bus. “Sit down, fatso,” mumbles the bus driver. “I will not be silenced! I’m a messenger of the good word, sir!” “More of this shit and I’m skipping your stop!” “Fine, but I will make Alex remember on the day of judgement,” Davis sits back down. James is full belly laughing. “You're so retarded,” James wheezes. Davis can't even come back with a response. He's high off of it.
The bus pulls into the school lot with a short stop. The mobs get up and begin to race out. Davis follows James down the line. “You know Abbi?” James asks. Davis feels a little pit form in his stomach, but he doesn't change his expression. “Vaguely, what about her?” “She's in my art class,” James begins. “And I think … well you know, I’m going to talk to her.” He walks down the steps and out the door. “Doesn't she have a boyfr-” before Davis can descend the driver's arm blocks him. “I’ve had enough of your shit, kid,” he says. “If you keep being obnoxious, I’m gonna find a way to make you pay for it.” James looks back, but he can't stay. Davis knows that he's gotta get to class. James does a little wave goodbye and Davis salutes him. “Are you even listening to me?” the bus driver seethes. “Yes, sir. Divine retribution, got it.” Davis ducks underneath his arm and exits the bus. James has already disappeared into the crowd.
I pass the bong to Ashley. She starts another bowl. She’s the transport and I provide the material. The little things that keep our friendship afloat. I look at the clock in her car. “It's 8:45,” I pick a piece of bagel out of my teeth. “So that's it, we officially missed first period,” Ashley tops it off. “They won't mark us, you know. It's a study.” “Yeah, but when's the last time we signed in? I heard they're changing the policy again. Do you still have the lighter?” I toss it to her. I don't get it. It's always her idea to pick me up so we can smoke before school, why now is she suddenly caring about attendance? “We're pretty girls, we can get out of it. I’m next,” I tap on the clock. “Are you sure it's not fast?” She shakes her head as she takes a snap. We're parked in the pond area a block or two from the school. It's our designated smoking spot. I like it, even at the end of fall it's pretty. I’m so engrossed that I don't realize her tip out the bowl and put it back in the cup holder. “I don't know if it's wise to keep up the activity, we should probably get going soon,” she starts up her car again. “Okay,” I say. She reverses and swings out of the lot. We lean into the silence and it's super weird. “Seth texted me last night,” I wait for her reaction. “Oh,” she grimaces. “What did you say?” “That I loved him.” Silence again. Ashley's trying to put together something well-meaning while understanding that I’ll probably ignore whatever she has to say. “Abbi, I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life, but …” Her expression is now quizzical. She's said what she is about to say a number of different ways all ready. She thinks and thinks and decides to say nothing. Good call, I would have screamed at her. Not because what she thinks about my situation isn't true, I’m just in a ‘screaming at people mood’ because of it. “I’m going to dye my hair again,” she changes the subject to avoid conflict. Classic Ash. “Oh yeah? What color this time?” “I don't know,” she checks her reflection in the rear view. “The red has faded out, maybe blue or pink this time.” “You should go with a softer pink,” I say. “Since you're a soft spring.” “Yeah, maybe.” We enter the school lot. “Listen, do you want to get together when I do it? Maybe you can dye your hair too.” “I don't know, I might be busy,” I say. “Seth might want to do something,” I pause for her to protest. “Okay,” she says. She parks and we get out.
I barrel into art class. I don't care if I reek, out of all the teachers I can tell Mrs. Stanley smokes the most. It would be hypocritical of her to care. It looks like I’m the first one. Weird. I check my phone. It's 8:45. Well, fuck. Looks like Ashley needs to fix her clock. Mrs. Stanley is at her desk. She looks at me knowingly. “Eager to create today, Abbi?” I just nod and sit at my desk. I’m really feeling it. I open up my precalc notebook and just start sketching. Birds, eyes, trees, whatever. Kids start coming in. Their chatter echoes around me, I try to focus on what I’m doing. Someone bumps into my table. I look up. It's this lanky blonde kid, I think his name is James. He presses his hands underneath the desk as he leans up to talk to me. “Eww!” He shouts. Some kids turn and laugh. I don't. I just stare at him. James goes red and sits next to the kid who pissed in a jar. Once an adequate amount of students are in the room, Mrs. Stanley starts her lesson slideshow. On the screen is a dirty urinal. “How many of you are familiar with this work by Marcel DuChamp?” she asks. At this point, Jason, the designated meathead jock, enters the room. “Sorry I’m late, Mrs. S,” he booms. He looks at the slide. “We building bathrooms today?” Mrs. Stanley glares at him. “Wouldn't you like that? Considering you spend all of your time in there.” “Whatever,” Jason brushes his mullet behind his ears. “No, not whatever. Would you like me to move you into the sophomore class with Davis? Believe it or not he's getting much better marks than you are getting in here.” Jason rolls his eyes and takes his place in the chair next to me. “Up to a little extra curricular activities before art, Abbi?” he motions a joint in his fingers. I scoff and go on my phone. There's another text from Seth.
sorry about last night
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im reading it all right now that was fucked im sorry
I start to respond, but before I can Mrs. Stanley outstretches her hand. “Give me your phone, Miss Hagerty. I’m sick of giving you warnings.” I don't have the energy to fight, I just give it to her. “You can pick it up at the end of the day.” My jaw actually drops. Jason must have really set her off, she's not usually such a cunt to me. “Anyways, found art. What is it? Well, found art is the use of everyday objects to convey an altered meaning. It can be something you find on the street or something that once held value to you. For example, My Bed by Tracey Elim.” She pulls up a picture of a messy bed that looks suspiciously like my own. “So for your final unit of the semester, you will be making your own found art. I really want you to take this project a little more seriously than most of you have been taking this class. I’m giving you the privilege of picking your own partners, but I’d like to remind you to be thoughtful with your choice. This will be worth more for your grade.” I look around. I don't have any friends here. I toy around with the idea of asking Jason for convenience and he looks like he's about to pull that move. Behind me there's that James guy. He’s sheepishly looking at me. He seems kind of nice. Okay. I don't feel like getting up so I just turn around in my chair. “Hey James, wanna be partners?” He balks a bit and then smiles at me. “Yeah, totally,” He's beaming and it's somewhat endearing. Alex and I switch seats and now I’m next to him. “I’m gonna be real with you …” I begin. He stops and shifts a little. “I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing for this.” He regards me oddly. Like he's trying to piece me together. It doesn't bother me. “She said we have to bring in an object that's special to us and present it artistically basically,” he rubs his chin. Damn, I must be baked to hell. I didn't hear her saying that at all. “So got any stuffed animals we can cut up and make Lovecraftian monstrosities out of?” “I got a hamster cage, hold the hamster,” I say. It comes out kind of weird and I probably sound stupid, but he doesn't seem to care. “Let's make a fucking zoo.” “Perfect!” He’s kind of cute actually. In a way. Something about this feels fun. I realize the bell will ring soon. “So um,” I rip out a page of my precalc notebook, still fresh with my drawings. I scrawl out my number and push it to him. “Call me so we can figure out the project some more.” I pack up all my stuff and start to head out. I can feel him watching me and it's not that bad. “I sure will,” he says. Everything feels really groovy. There's a lightness now. I’m halfway out the door when I remember my phone. I can't believe that I just forgot about Seth. I think about begging for my phone, but I feel too above that. Still, something shakes the good feeling as the bell rings.

I 16 year old female started resenting my father (52 male) during the pandemic which is when we moved in with my grandma because we could not afford rent anymore. I started to realize how much of a mamas boy my dad is and how much of a push over he is, for example he would wake up early to drive my aunt to her work; he would constantly be on call for my grandma and do everything she asks him to do even though it would lead him and my mom to fight. My grandma and his siblings didn't like my mom since in their head my mom was the reason why Steven (not the real name of my dad) didn't finish collage even though it was his own decision [my mom finished collage] when we were living in my grandmas house i use to hear them talk shit about my family; my mom mostly. For context i was verry close with my fathers side before this and use to babysit my cousins (i was about 9 at the time and they were 4 and 2) but after that i could never treat them the same and started to stay in my room more then i heard them all me lazy because i only go out of my room when its lunch time (i had online class that starts at 7 so around 6 im already awake). Even though my dad knows they stay shit about us he still doesn't say something and still is on their command. His family would always go first then us. My grandma likes to make up stories about how we disrespect her and stuff even though i mostly stay insde my room and the funny part is Steven belives her so when everthing bottled up there was a huge fight and we moved. For the longest time Steven have not had a stable job and at the same time not want my mom to have a job since he was jealous of the males my mom had to talk to (my mom is a teacher) they relied on my eldest brother to support the family (Electricity bill, water bill, my school fees, grocery). When my brother was still in collage my aunt use to pay our rent (i had a cousin that lived with us since his mom worked in a diffrent country). Around 2022 my mom started working then around 2023 Steven started to work in a call center but that didnt last long since he was always absent. At the end of the last year he borrowed a big sum of money from my brother and said he would return it he didnt my brother said he could not return the money but the money had to be reused in some sort of buissines and he would have to jave job but no matter what my brother pushes him to do all he want to do is play video games all day long. I dont like Steven, i hate talking with him, i dont like neing near him, i dont feel safe with him i saw him hurt my mom in so many diffrent ways and they would always fight no matter where the setting i feel like my brother are more of a father to me than Steven i doesnt feel right calling him my father. He likes to manipulate and gaslight the people around him, he is a prideful male that doesnt have balls he likes to spend and flaunt the money he doesnt have, he like to judge people when infact he is like them. He is moody and gets angry whenever he doesnt get what he likes, he is needy. I dont want to remain in contact with him when i get a job. I do plan on supporting my mother and i want to repay my brother for all that he has done for me but i dont plan on ever contacting Steven.

I'm in a situation similar to many of you and thought my experience might help.
Never talk politics with anyone you want to remain friends with.
I'm in a mixed marriage, I'm a centrist libertarian and my wife is a pro Hillary, pro union, blue-haired, art teacher. who appears slightly to the right of Mao on political quizzes. We have a good marriage and a kid. We just don't talk politics. The boy gets both sides of the issue du jour. And it's kinda funny to here him describe each other's reactions to what we've told him.
You need to have tolerance about the fallibility of your side. And you need to remember, that political causes are funny, that if you can't laugh at something that it's being taken too seriously. And most sides of political causes are built by aristocrats looking to build influence and most political issues are not nearly as important as the activists claim. If the news is making you angry it was probably designed to do that. And that unless they are in the fringes, you political opponents are normies. Just good decent folk who see things differently than you, and some make great mates. Don't bagder or try to convince your mate to conform to your ideals or religion. You love them, you admire them. They are not crazy. So leave politics at the door. Believe in your mate, and that they are allowed and even encouraged to feel differently about things. An lastly that men and women have mostly dissagreed politically since politics were invented and had great marriages , raised great kids, and lived happy lives. Good luck!

I think the first time this happened was when there was this new kid at my high school, extraordinarily smart but super humble about everything he was capable of. Was very random but funny. Pretty reserved. I kind of wanted to protect him, don't know if that's weird. Somewhere along the way, I developed a crush on him but would always avoid him/treat him like I do with everyone else to focus on schoolwork. Towards the end of the year, I found out that he liked me too. One time I saw him staring at me, like stood a few metres in front of my desk just staring at my head, I looked at his eyes for a split second and he didn't look away. Might have been staring through me, probably zoning out. His seat was right behind mine to the right, so maybe he was staring at that from the angle he was standing? Idk. Anyway, my friend noticed and I had to pretend that didn't just happen.
When he first came in, I scored a bit more than him and he started putting in effort to one up me and cheered for himself when he overtook my score lol. I think he wanted me to compete but I was pretty depressed at the time and had no competitive bone in my body so I just gave up and I think he was disappointed when I let him win so easily. He was really shy when I talked to him one on one but he was shy with girls in general. Idk why I'm describing his personality but yeah he was kind of a goofy oddball. He didn't use social media either. Other guys would approach me a bit loudly having something to say about him until he ran over to intervene to shut them up. So I could never really know how he really felt, he never really outright said anything except when I left school and he randomly called out for me for some reason. I pretended like I didn't hear it😭😭😭 it was in public.
The second time was in college but this was more platonic. He just kept trying to initiate a conversation with me but idk my social anxiety just ramped up, and it was awkward. He was super chill though.
Third time was online, pretty recently. I talked to someone on discord and there was this one person in a groupchat who I found to be super insightful, like our brains just collided or something and he said something about how we're so similar. He was also very good with his words. I'm so in awe of all their minds, I will steal their brains fr.
In general, I think I attract people who are different in some way, loner types, depressed people or some who look like they need a hug, in both men and women. There was this super sweet girl my age at church who always used to sit next to me, pinch my hands for 20 minutes in the middle of the sermon because she thought they were unusually soft lol and approach me to have conversations, we both were 6 or 7, don't know if she's autistic but she had a developmental disorder.
Teachers pair me with the shy kids, always. I'm legit so quiet and awkward, I don't know what teachers see in me. But I somehow always become friends with them. My closest friends aren't autistic but we're all going through something or have some childhood trauma.
So yeah, I want to know why this keeps happing in my normal and romantic life. What do they see in me? What do teachers see in me?

Mother's Day is a special occasion dedicated to celebrating the incredible women who have shaped our lives with their love, care, and wisdom. Whether you’re writing a card, posting on social media, or simply sharing a moment with your mom, finding the perfect words can sometimes be challenging. Here’s a collection of heartfelt Mother's Day quotes to help you express your love and gratitude.
Classic Mother’s Day Quotes

1. “A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” – Agatha Christie
2. “God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” – Rudyard Kipling
3. “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” – Abraham Lincoln
4. “A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.” – Cardinal Mermillod
5. “Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.” – George Eliot

Inspirational Mother’s Day Quotes

1. “Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.” – Robert Browning
2. “The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.” – James E. Faust
3. “A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” – Princess Diana
4. “To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.” – Unknown
5. “Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.” – Unknown

Funny Mother’s Day Quotes

1. “Silence is golden. Unless you have kids, then silence is just suspicious.” – Unknown
2. “Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children.” – Sam Levenson
3. “If at first, you don’t succeed, try doing it the way mom told you to in the beginning.” – Unknown
4. “It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.” – The Golden Girls
5. “Nothing is really lost until your mom can’t find it.” – Unknown

Quotes for New Moms

1. “Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn’t know you had and dealing with fears you didn’t know existed.” – Linda Wooten
2. “A baby fills a place in your heart that you never knew was empty.” – Unknown
3. “There are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.” – Anne Lamott
4. “A newborn baby is the beginning of all things – wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.” – Eda LeShan
5. “Motherhood is the greatest thing and the hardest thing.” – Ricki Lake

Quotes to Show Gratitude

1. “Thank you for being the guiding light in my life and for always being there when I need you. Happy Mother’s Day!”
2. “You are my greatest teacher, my best friend, and my biggest supporter. Thank you for everything, Mom.”
3. “Your love has shaped me into who I am today. I am eternally grateful for your endless support and encouragement.”
4. “Mom, your selflessness and unconditional love have been my guiding star. Thank you for everything you do.”
5. “I am so blessed to have you as my mother. Your love, kindness, and wisdom are a constant source of inspiration.”

Quotes from Celebrities

1. “My mother is a walking miracle.” – Leonardo DiCaprio
2. “My mother has always been my emotional barometer and my guidance. I was lucky enough to get to have one woman who truly helped me through everything.” – Emma Stone
3. “Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.” – Oprah Winfrey
4. “When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.” – Mitch Albom
5. “There’s no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.” – Jill Churchill

Mother’s Day is the perfect opportunity to let your mom know just how much she means to you. Whether you choose a classic, inspirational, funny, or heartfelt quote, the key is to express your genuine appreciation and love. Use these quotes to brighten her day, make her smile, and remind her of the special place she holds in your heart. Celebrate the wonderful woman she is with words that will resonate and leave a lasting impression. Happy Mother’s Day!

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