Cardboard classroom cubbies
Virtual Classroom
2016.10.13 22:41 Fugazification Virtual Classroom
As virtual reality advances, we are seeing more and more educational content being created. One of the first was the Apollo 11 experience. This experience was great for consumers but could have a very impactful role in the classroom. Let's make a place where we can share educational virtual reality experiences. Oculus, Vive, Cardboard, Gear, Daydream, whatever the tool let's focus more on the content.
2024.05.15 20:25 Bexfreeze What should my classroom look like for cda verification visit ?
My Cda verification visit is this Friday and I’m so nervous I’m by myself in my classroom with 11 toddlers and some have some crazy behaviors going on this week for some reason , I have a activity planned for us to do as a group and hopefully can get through a circle time , my main concerns are when I have to change diapers/pull ups because right now I have half my class sit in another teachers class which I know is out of ratio but I’m not sure what else my director can do because we are short handed , also is there anything I need in my classroom for this visit ? I have an emergency red bag that has all the kids info and a first aid kit , should I take the kit out and put it up with my cleaning supplies ? Should I have more things labeled , I have center labels and center tags the kids use and the kids chairs and cubbies , but I’m not sure what they will look at ? We can’t use our playground right now because it has gotten increasingly hot in Texas very early so will that go against me ?
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2024.05.15 03:48 abbie-evie Kids Misplacing Things
I feel like it’s that time of year where stuff is getting sent in constantly (extra clothes, sun hats, sunscreen, etc.) I teach an integrated Pre-K classroom and we’ve worked a lot on being responsible for your own belongings but these parents get so upset when one thing doesn’t get sent home one time during the week. We try so hard to make sure things are accounted for, put away and sent home but we still can’t be responsible for every single item each child brings into school! Am I being unreasonable to expect my students are able to put their sweatshirt in their cubby and carry it to pick up? Especially now as we are preparing for Kindergarten and making sure everybody packs their own bag at the end of the day. Of course the adults in the room do their best to make sure if things were missed, they’re packed but we are overall encouraging them to be responsible!
I’ve had one parent already this week be absolutely rude to us and then give us the cold shoulder because her daughter didn’t come home with her sweatshirt. She was ranting about how “this always happens to her daughter” (her water bottle was misplaced in September during the afterschool program). One of my other students found it in the play kitchen this afternoon stuffed among the baby clothes. This was after we looked in other classrooms, the gym, the playground and even asked some parents if it went home with them. I’ve had other parents accuse us of losing their kids things and then message us on Seesaw saying “oops it was in the back of grandma’s car”. I’m not a parent so maybe I’m being too harsh and I understand that it is frustrating for your child’s stuff to be missing or not sent home, but I feel like there is also an opportunity to teach your child about being responsible for their own things, we do that all day in the classroom. Or, maybe don’t send your child to Pre-K with a yeti water bottle or brand name sweatshirt if you’re so concerned about them misplacing it or leaving it at school! It just can be really frustrating to have parents blaming us for these things constantly when there is already so much stuff happening and we have to drop everything and go on a massive search for a water bottle or sweatshirt. Does this happen to anybody else? How do you handle the attitude from parents??
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I’ve had one parent already this week be absolutely rude to us and then give us the cold shoulder because her daughter didn’t come home with her sweatshirt. She was ranting about how “this always happens to her daughter” (her water bottle was misplaced in September during the afterschool program). One of my other students found it in the play kitchen this afternoon stuffed among the baby clothes. This was after we looked in other classrooms, the gym, the playground and even asked some parents if it went home with them. I’ve had other parents accuse us of losing their kids things and then message us on Seesaw saying “oops it was in the back of grandma’s car”. I’m not a parent so maybe I’m being too harsh and I understand that it is frustrating for your child’s stuff to be missing or not sent home, but I feel like there is also an opportunity to teach your child about being responsible for their own things, we do that all day in the classroom. Or, maybe don’t send your child to Pre-K with a yeti water bottle or brand name sweatshirt if you’re so concerned about them misplacing it or leaving it at school! It just can be really frustrating to have parents blaming us for these things constantly when there is already so much stuff happening and we have to drop everything and go on a massive search for a water bottle or sweatshirt. Does this happen to anybody else? How do you handle the attitude from parents??
2024.05.13 21:00 AnUnearthlyGay Four months vegan! Time for some more food product reviews 🌱
Sorry that this one is a little late, I've been busy recently. To see my previous monthly reviews, please visit this link.
I've tried a couple of vegan sausage rolls this month. First was the Walls Vegan Jumbo Sausage Roll. It was ok, certainly edible, but nothing amazing and a bit expensive for just one sausage roll. 6/10.
Next were the OMV No Pork Sausage Rolls. There were much nicer than the Walls sausage roll and were a little bit cheaper, too. 8/10.
Tesco Plant Chef Mushroom Pizza is genuinely the nicest pizza I have ever tried. The cheese and dough is delicious, and it has just the right amount of spinach and mushrooms on top. I love this pizza. The only drawback is that it is slightly more expensive than other supermarket pizzas. 9/10.
The BOL Teriyaki Noodles were abysmal. It was like eating rubber bands and cardboard dressed in cheap golden syrup. Do not try these nasty noodles. 1/10.
Galaxy makes a tremendous vegan hot chocolate. It tastes just as good as their regular hot chocolate, but doesn't make you feel bloated after drinking a mildly over-sized mug. Like many vegan products, it is more expensive than the animal-abuse variant, but the price is justified by the experience of silky-smooth hot chocolate being poured down your throat. 8/10.
Expertly crafted from only the best organic PVA glue, Violife Greek style block finally allows you to experience what is was like for the kid who ate Pritt Sticks in the back of the classroom. To be fair, I didn't like dairy Greek cheese before I became vegan, but I can hardly imagine that it was this bad. Seriously, yikes. 1/10.
Tesco Free From Red Pesto is nothing special, but it's tasty and is a great addition to any quick and simply pasta dish. It has a mild tomato flavour, so it won't stand out when added to pasta bakes or pizza, but added in with pasta and some veggies it makes for an excellent enhancement. 7/10.
CAKE! CAKE! FINALLY! Vermondo Vegan Marble Cake is a block of happiness. I would eat it all in one sitting if I didn't think it would give me everlasting abdominal pain. It's greasy, but it's delicious. 7/10.
OMV Jerk Mac and Cheese Flavour Pasta makes me want to jerk with hot sauce. This is just another supposedly-instant pot-based vomit-smelling pasta fuckfest. Oh, and it actually looks like vomit, too. It gets a 2/10 purely because I ate most of it because I was very hungry.
Mrs Crimble makes some delicious vegan chocolate macaroons. Dense, oily, and with a tendency to give me stomach cramp, it's everything I look for in a sweet treat. Mrs Crimble could taste my vegan sausage any time. 7/10.
Alpro are back at it again with their Devilishly Dark Chocolate Dessert. Basically just their milk, but thicker and more expensive. Very good, but just get the milk. 8/10.
Vego Whole Hazelnut Vegan Chocolate Bar is my replacement for Toblerone or a choccy orange. Overpriced, thick hunks of chocolate with tasty hazelnuts mixed in. It will be my new addiction I'm sure. I ate two in one week. Try this now. 9/10.
Well that's everything I tried this month. As always, I hope this has helped you to decide which products are worth trying or avoiding. If you have any recommendations, please let me know in the comments. My local shops are Tesco, Lidl, and Asda. Love y'all! <3
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I've tried a couple of vegan sausage rolls this month. First was the Walls Vegan Jumbo Sausage Roll. It was ok, certainly edible, but nothing amazing and a bit expensive for just one sausage roll. 6/10.
Next were the OMV No Pork Sausage Rolls. There were much nicer than the Walls sausage roll and were a little bit cheaper, too. 8/10.
Tesco Plant Chef Mushroom Pizza is genuinely the nicest pizza I have ever tried. The cheese and dough is delicious, and it has just the right amount of spinach and mushrooms on top. I love this pizza. The only drawback is that it is slightly more expensive than other supermarket pizzas. 9/10.
The BOL Teriyaki Noodles were abysmal. It was like eating rubber bands and cardboard dressed in cheap golden syrup. Do not try these nasty noodles. 1/10.
Galaxy makes a tremendous vegan hot chocolate. It tastes just as good as their regular hot chocolate, but doesn't make you feel bloated after drinking a mildly over-sized mug. Like many vegan products, it is more expensive than the animal-abuse variant, but the price is justified by the experience of silky-smooth hot chocolate being poured down your throat. 8/10.
Expertly crafted from only the best organic PVA glue, Violife Greek style block finally allows you to experience what is was like for the kid who ate Pritt Sticks in the back of the classroom. To be fair, I didn't like dairy Greek cheese before I became vegan, but I can hardly imagine that it was this bad. Seriously, yikes. 1/10.
Tesco Free From Red Pesto is nothing special, but it's tasty and is a great addition to any quick and simply pasta dish. It has a mild tomato flavour, so it won't stand out when added to pasta bakes or pizza, but added in with pasta and some veggies it makes for an excellent enhancement. 7/10.
CAKE! CAKE! FINALLY! Vermondo Vegan Marble Cake is a block of happiness. I would eat it all in one sitting if I didn't think it would give me everlasting abdominal pain. It's greasy, but it's delicious. 7/10.
OMV Jerk Mac and Cheese Flavour Pasta makes me want to jerk with hot sauce. This is just another supposedly-instant pot-based vomit-smelling pasta fuckfest. Oh, and it actually looks like vomit, too. It gets a 2/10 purely because I ate most of it because I was very hungry.
Mrs Crimble makes some delicious vegan chocolate macaroons. Dense, oily, and with a tendency to give me stomach cramp, it's everything I look for in a sweet treat. Mrs Crimble could taste my vegan sausage any time. 7/10.
Alpro are back at it again with their Devilishly Dark Chocolate Dessert. Basically just their milk, but thicker and more expensive. Very good, but just get the milk. 8/10.
Vego Whole Hazelnut Vegan Chocolate Bar is my replacement for Toblerone or a choccy orange. Overpriced, thick hunks of chocolate with tasty hazelnuts mixed in. It will be my new addiction I'm sure. I ate two in one week. Try this now. 9/10.
Well that's everything I tried this month. As always, I hope this has helped you to decide which products are worth trying or avoiding. If you have any recommendations, please let me know in the comments. My local shops are Tesco, Lidl, and Asda. Love y'all! <3
2024.05.06 14:19 OrlonDogger A Witch at Midnight - Chapter 4
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Winters are cold in Saüle. Cold and rainy, really, but today I had the good luck of going out on a not so terrible day. Clouds covered the entirety of the sky, giving the whole place this gray and depressive tone, one I am probably never growing to appreciate. I always thought that people with depression liked these sorts of times… then again, my knowledge of depression before actually being diagnosed with it was inaccurate and biased.
The city’s residential district was soon far away, as the taxi I called took me straight into the Independence Plaza. Or, as many of us call it, The Pit. The place is a beautiful, open space divided into four quadrants, each with a water fountain, surrounding a big, barricaded patch of concrete that has been graffitied over and over again.
That’s where they covered the hole.
I slowly leave the taxi, being very careful not to slam the door behind me, and then turn to see the Plaza and the many stores surrounding it. To think there was once a gigantic tower in the center of it all… it’s kind of strange, really. I’ve always thought that the so called ‘Pillar of the Heavens’ was just another building back in the day, and the old people just like to mythify it.
Whatever the case, it fell into the depths of the planet over a hundred years ago, so it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?
It’s already four in the afternoon and I once again get that strange feeling of eyes locking on me, chasing me no matter how fast I walk. The loud trumpets of some random ska song keep me relatively animated and, what’s better, they keep the thoughts low. All I could think about as I walked were the vague situations I could put my characters through, mostly following the rhythm of the music.
It’s easy to get lost in such things, daydreaming about what makes life a bit easier to live through, but I feel like I’ve developed a bit of a ‘autopilot’ for these situations. My body moves slowly, trying not to become a nuisance for someone else in the way, while my brain flies up, trying to collect ideas for a book I’ll never write.
It’s been a while since I've actually created something… the prospect of trying again, this time with renewed motivation and purpose, pushes me to walk a little faster, maybe even skip a few steps as I move in front of the many stores around the plaza. I don’t have infinite money to just buy everything I want, so I’ve decided I’ll bite the bullet and go for a single book today.
“Ahhh, remember the last time we went book hunting? It’s such a fun feeling, moving silently through the bookshelves, stalking the titles, sneaking glances at the fronts…”
I do remember, but I also do remember the tendency of the biggest bookstore in town to put new releases first and foremost, often leaving treasures hidden in their obnoxiously bad registration system. I doubt they have fixed that…so, to not waste time digging over the many, many new books I wont read, maybe I should set my focus elsewhere.
“Don’t be so dismissive of new things. Some of them are authors just like you, trying to get by.”
…I guess I’ve grown a little cynical. Not everything is a cash grab these days, no. I need to be solidary with my fellow writers!
Or… future fellows? Considering I haven’t written anything to completion yet.
“None of that. Focus. We’re getting a new book today! Where are we getting it?”
Well, solidarity or not, I am not feeling like going to the big bookstore today… my feet take a turn, going through one of the many secondary streets that are born from this plaza. Not too far from there, in a darker corner of the city… there’s an old concrete house, completely painted yellow. The sign above its front door reads “Ricardo’s Stash: Antiques”, and oh how I missed it. I even turn off my cellphone’s music out of respect.
Looking through the shop window, my lips curl into a smile as most of the items I remembered being there are gone. Probably sold, good for old Ricardo really! Although the bronze typewriter is still there, taunting me with its excessive price… Good Saints above, give me strength to not succumb to my earthly desires!
“You already have a pretty good computer, you don’t need a typewriter. Be strong.”
The door has one of those bells that ring when it is opened, so there’s no way I can avoid miss Pelafina’s watchful demeanor as I enter. The old lady was sitting right behind the register, small but regal, dignified, with her black dyed hairs tied back in a single ponytail. Looking at her, seeing how well time has really treated her, it is easy to believe the rumors that say she used to be an olympic athlete for a country in the West before settling down with mister Ricardo.
The woman looked at me, before fixing her glasses in place and smirking with complicity.
“Well well well, if it isn’t our favorite customer.” I am convinced she says this to every youngun who wanders in, but I don’t have the guts to challenge the lady. “Long time no see! Had a hard time with your studies?”
“A little bit…” I smile slightly, trying not to be too awkward. “Any new books in your storage?”
“Plenty! You’ve been gone so long, we’ve stocked on some very interesting ones! But you give it a look! You’ve always been good at finding the good stuff among the rubble.”
All this praise is really bad for my health. I smile like an idiot, rubbing the back of my neck for a moment before walking deeper into the store, muttering a soft ‘Hi, Mister Ricardo’ to the old man sleeping on a wheelchair by the register. Ricardo’s is a huge, squared room turned into a labyrinth of shelves and showcases, piles upon piles of old toys, furniture, mementos and, of course, books! All at honestly pretty reasonable prices, considering the age of some of these items.
Last time I was here, Ricardo even swore that some of these items come from the fabled Pillar! But I feel that was just him trying to secure a sale.
I see old tomes of detective work, some poetry compilations, old classroom books and other curiosities, but nothing really catches my eye. I’ve seen these before, I want something new to read! Well, not ‘new’, I am in an antique shop, but uh, something unexpected. Uncommon. Rare, even! It’s not like I am a connoisseur of book rarity or anything but, when you are holding something special, you just know it in your bones! You can feel it, the excitement of having something very few others have had.
Maybe I am being a little too demanding though, because no matter how many books I keep checking, pulling and dusting in this store, the feeling never comes to me. What if the books are not the problem, but myself…?
“The light in you hasn’t died yet.”
I try to tell myself that very often. That there’s still hope and creativity in my heart, despite it all. That I can still see the beauty of the world despite this depression… and I honestly, desperately try to believe it. I cling to this feeling. Mostly because I know that the moment I truly give up, the instant that light in me really fizzles out…
… I don’t want to think about that.
“Having trouble there, boy?”
The whiplash of hearing a new voice forces me back to reality. I am holding an old math book in front of me, and probably I’ve been in this position for long enough to attract old Ricardo’s attention. The man even wheeled all the way over here to check on me. I immediately feel the guilt stab my back.
“A-Ah, no no. I am just… looking.” I offer my typical service smile, but Ricardo isn’t buying it. I can see it in those opaque eyes of his. Despite the huge glasses and the cataracts, I can feel a bright light in that look of his, rationality and youth that refuse to die out.
“Can’t quite find something you’d like to read?” The old man smiled, knowingly. He thought he understood… and I couldn’t help but think the same. There’s something about Ricardo, a weird air of experience, that convinces you that he really does know what he’s talking about. I gently nod. “Uh huh. Have you thought of what sort of things you’d like reading this time, youngun?”
“I… admit I have not. I am mostly guiding myself by feeling here. Seeing if something sparks my curiosity…”
There’s a bright glimmer in the man’s eye as he signals for me to follow him. He seems to have precisely what I am looking for; either that or he has something curious he simply hasn’t been able to sell yet.
We pass by shelves full of little figurines and old collector items, careful not to push the boxes full of ancient magazines and comic books, until we reach the front of the store. Right beside the desk, there stands a full set of ancient Cipangian armor, restored and shiny, complete with a kabuto and a red oni mask. Ricardo and Pelafina love that thing, it’s pretty much the main symbol of the store. They call it ‘Akai-san’.
“I got something special right here.” Said Ricardo, keeping his voice low as if he was sharing a secret with me. He smiled, carefully sliding a hand under the kabuto and pulling a small, yet thick leather bound book. The thickness of the bind and the yellow of the pages made it clear that one was older than what you usually see in the store. “Take a look at this…!”
It was a matter of holding the book to just feel electricity jolt through my back. Excitement? Curiosity? The cover was rough, a bad work of tanning clearly meant for a notebook more than a commercial product. My finger gently caressed the uneven black surface before I opened the book right in the middle.
The yellow pages were completely covered by black, thin scribbles, made in a language I have never seen before. Each character in the pages looked like some sort of runes, symbols without meaning to me, ordered in long vertical rows… I honestly have no idea how to even start this! In which direction should I read this? Is it even readable at all? I go back in the pages, discovering not only more of those runes but also some illustrations, rough drawings made with a coal piece… each with a little letter underneath it. What? This book has *annotations* on it?
My eyes focus. The pages, they are numbered! In Eastern numbers, to be precise, written with a blue pen. Clearly these notations were made recently, or at least more recently than the book itself was written.
“Check the later pages.” Ricardo said with a smirk, probably catching my bewilderment and interest.
I do as the man says and quickly pass the pages. There comes a point where the runes end, immediately replaced by latin alphabet written with the same old blue pen. A little arrow tells me to read columns of letters from top to bottom, from left to right, in columns. Once I reached the end of a column, the arrows then pointed me to start reading from bottom to top, alternating from each column I passed… it’s a bit unintuitive but, I manage to make sense of it, words start to appear from the jumble. It’s not gibberish, there’s something here, meaning to be discovered…
Most curious of all though, was the fact that the very last page of it all had a little text in some language that I was able to recognize. Maybe roman? Or portuguese? I couldn’t read it, but I could certainly know this one was translatable for sure.
“Maybe what you need is not reading material, but a challenge.” Ricardo said with a big smile. “I got that book a long time ago, some old lady came and sold it to us for a pittance.”
“You say that as if you weren’t an old man, dear.” Pelafina chuckled, covering her mouth.
“Oh shut up!” The man coughed a little bit. “But yeah. I tried to read it but couldn’t get too far… maybe you can properly translate it?”
“I am not a translator…” I quickly admitted, but I was not letting go of that book. Not anytime soon. “... But I will do what I can. How much for it?”
“Twenty thousand Empires.” Ricardo said with the brightest of smiles.
For reference, that’s not that expensive when it comes to books. You could find a regular book (you know, no hardcover) for around E$15.000. It is a little more than I would normally pay for a used book though, but urgh. Look at that man! Look at that smug look in his eyes. Even Pelafina is smirking.
They know. They know this is a sale for certain.
After struggling a little bit I just sigh, shaking my head and putting the two bills of 10 thousand on the desk.
“Fine.”
“Atta boy! I’m sure you can handle this. But keep us informed on what you find!” Ricardo chuckled.
“Please do. Ricky here has been pacing for days over it.” Pelafina added with a wink. “But take it at your own pace, okay? You’re not a translator, after all.”
“I will do my best.”
With a little bow, I walk out of the store with the book between my arms. The giddiness on my step hasn’t faded yet, I actually think it’s a bit worse now. I need to control myself, try not to make a scene right here and now… but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this motivated! This intrigued! This stimulated!
“Never forget this feeling. Strive to always feel this way.”
Now that’s unrealistic, but wouldn’t that be wonderful? Just… feeling the fire inside of me burning this brightly every day? I would die for something like that. I even smile thinking about it for a moment, as I raise my hand and try to call a taxi. Hells, I won’t even care if there are people sitting beside me today. I am excited!
“Maybe we can even take public transportation then!”
Let’s not get crazy.
Baby steps, alright?
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By the time I arrive home it’s already six. The sun is starting to set, and students everywhere peek out of their hiding spots with excited, yet tired smiles on their faces. Vacation time, huh? That meant people would start celebrating soon enough… good thing I don’t live close to the city’s party side, or else I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all tonight. Not with all the music and the people just drunkenly singing in the streets.
I wave at the guard when passing him by, going straight for the elevators while the old man barely acknowledges me. I sometimes wonder if he remembers me at all… I can’t just assume he doesn’t, all things considered, so I can’t really do anything strange without him (and by consequence, my dad) knowing about it. Not that I’d ever invite anyone to the disaster that is my apartment.
Normally this is the part where I’d start torturing myself with those thoughts… but today I feel excited. The book between my hands has captured my whole interest, to the point where I even started trying to decipher it while sitting in the taxi. The symbols could have some alchemical significance? Some of them did look similar to arrows and such, so maybe this was supposed to be read like that!
The words on the latter pages were, as far as I knew, a romanization of the symbols. Was it accurate? Or just a wild guess? For all I know, the former translator of this work could have been making everything up.
Last chapter is in roman! Or, maybe some other romantic language!?
What if I am being racist and this is not roman at all!? Saints damn it!
The elevator can’t go fast enough. I don’t even care about the shaking of the metal box or even the unnerving sounds of old gears doing an effort to lift me. My eyes are glued to the book.
All until I arrive at Floor 8 and rush to the second door, closing behind me and sitting at the table.
For a moment I consider taking all the job over to my comfortable not-reclinable couch, but no. This is supposed to feel like work, so I can’t just do it in the messy comfort of my bedroom.
“Alright, how should we start…”
“Get a notebook, first of all!”
Right. I need somewhere to work on! But, wait, can’t I just do it all on my computer?
“You can’t take your computer everywhere. And besides, doesn’t it feel kind of romantic? To have a journal to keep up with your progress…?”
All my attempts to keep up a journal up to this point in my life have failed, I simply don’t have the discipline or focus for that sort of work.
“What if this time is different?”
I can’t help but smile a little bit. I get it, you really want to try and do a journal for this one, huh? I can feel Her stirring and shifting behind me, embarrassed to be called out like that but not really denying it. With a sigh, I get up and walk over to the old bookshelf to check, pulling out an old and badly bound notebook. The covers were made with bright green cardboard and messily cut, to the point where you could see the paper peek from behind it in some parts.
“Oh my Saints.”
This will do.
“Oh. My Saints. Why do you still have that?”
What? You don’t like the fruit of your own effort?
“Please, put that away. I beg you, the embarrassment is too much!!”
I had made this notebook myself during the “Bookbinding” class I went to for a while when I just started college. I still remember the looks the other girls gave me when I first arrived, none of them expected a law student or a man to join the class, not one.
“This is torture, do we really not have any other notebooks to work with? None at all??”
Is this or nothing, homegirl.
“Sigh.”
I pull one of my many pens from my backpack, sitting back by the computer and then, with a crack of my knuckles, I start writing.
I do not know who may read this. Honestly, I am not even sure if I will read it myself after I finish writing it, but whomever is picking up this torn and ugly book? This is dedicated to you.
“Pretentious and needlessly emotional.”
Ah, there you are. I was starting to miss you. With a sigh, I shake the thoughts off and keep writing.
I found the original version of the text I’m working through in the old antique shop “Ricardo’s”, where the titular man himself had been keeping this book for…
I honestly have no idea how long Ricardo had been clinging to this one. It couldn’t be that long, right? Ricardo said ‘a long time ago’, but that’s all the reference I have. Urgh.
…for a while. The book was originally written in a set of symbols similar in function to hieroglyphs, with each symbol representing a different word. Luckily for me, my predecessor left me with transcriptions to the latin alphabet, and a final chapter written in a language I am yet to identify and translate.
I am still placing my bets on roman, but honestly, I feel less and less confident about that with every second that passes.
I will record my findings in this book and then share them to all who may be interested.
Please bear with me.
After writing that messy introduction, I focus back on my computer and start my investigation by opening Gaggle Translations. I input the first words I find in the book… and beg.
Asu tlo’ikovithiio
The translator suggested Kauaian, but changing it to that language showed no results whatsoever. It’s not Kauaian..
I then tried all the permutations I could come up with in the search. I tried “Asu”, “Tlo” “Ikovithiio”, “kovithiio”, and beyond the Arizona State University and some western guy called Vito Iio, I had no better luck. That pretty much confirms my suspicions of this being a code, a sort of new language, or just plain nonsense.
What differentiates a language from a code anyways? Intentionality?
I smack my head for a moment there, trying to keep myself focused. Now that the easy solution was not available, I had to get resourceful, and before I started working with the final chapter, Gaggle still had one tool on its sleeve. It’s still a bit of an experimental feature, but by taking a picture of these runes I can actually search the internet for similar things…!
Rune 1
So I quickly copy one of the symbols on the page, the one I see repeating itself the most, take a picture of it with my phone and just wait for the best.
The result? A bunch of unfiltered stickmen, some of them with dicks. Because of course, Gaggle’s image searching is still a new tool and it needs plenty of work to properly function. With a sigh, I debate for a moment if I really should bother to check image per image… until I decide to just check the first two pages before abandoning all hope.
“Stickman, stickman, stickman with a dick, another stickman…”
“Stickmen animations and games really have boomed these years huh?”
“I guess so… another stickman…”
I promised to myself I wouldn’t go beyond the second page of results… and yet here I am, going deeper and deeper, trying to find anything at all.
It’s dark outside already… and that only means that the pills will stop working soon.
“Not that they ever really worked to begin with. Have you stopped feeling sad since you started taking them?”
There it is.
With a loud sigh, I set my computer down and stop messing with the search.
Maybe I just picked a bad symbol. Maybe if I pick another, I will get actual results.
“Or maybe you won’t get anything at all. You’re no translator, and you can’t start pretending to be one now, you know?”
I breathe in deeply, holding it inside for a good few seconds before letting it out. With that, I stand from my chair and pick up my computer. I’ll leave it for tonight…
“Yeah. Just leave it like you leave anything: incomplete. It’s not like you ever finish anything anyways. You may as well toss it to the side and ignore it until you forget about it.”
“But we were so excited about it… Come on, don’t give up now…”
“Let’s just leave it. It’s vacation time anyways, right? Let’s just play some videogames until your body can’t take any more. I promise I’ll be quiet while you do so! Let’s play some King of Legends”
I don’t even like that game…
“But it passes the time, doesn’t it? Precious time, so full of suffering too. You don’t even notice death encroaching ever closer while you have something to do.”
“You only rage in that game, it’s not good for you. Come on, please?”
“Just lay down and sleep then…”
… No.
“Hmmm?”
You know what? No. I am not sleeping tonight.
“Let’s not go to the extremes!”
Alright then, I am sleeping, but not now. Not until I get through some of this book!
I set the computer back down on the table and get myself a glass of soda, sitting down and cracking my knuckles with renewed determination. Spite can be quite the fuel, even if it’s spite for your own inner voices.
“I am not letting a stupid book defeat me.” With a grin, I open my notebook to start transcribing. “Let’s do this!!”
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Winters are cold in Saüle. Cold and rainy, really, but today I had the good luck of going out on a not so terrible day. Clouds covered the entirety of the sky, giving the whole place this gray and depressive tone, one I am probably never growing to appreciate. I always thought that people with depression liked these sorts of times… then again, my knowledge of depression before actually being diagnosed with it was inaccurate and biased.
The city’s residential district was soon far away, as the taxi I called took me straight into the Independence Plaza. Or, as many of us call it, The Pit. The place is a beautiful, open space divided into four quadrants, each with a water fountain, surrounding a big, barricaded patch of concrete that has been graffitied over and over again.
That’s where they covered the hole.
I slowly leave the taxi, being very careful not to slam the door behind me, and then turn to see the Plaza and the many stores surrounding it. To think there was once a gigantic tower in the center of it all… it’s kind of strange, really. I’ve always thought that the so called ‘Pillar of the Heavens’ was just another building back in the day, and the old people just like to mythify it.
Whatever the case, it fell into the depths of the planet over a hundred years ago, so it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?
It’s already four in the afternoon and I once again get that strange feeling of eyes locking on me, chasing me no matter how fast I walk. The loud trumpets of some random ska song keep me relatively animated and, what’s better, they keep the thoughts low. All I could think about as I walked were the vague situations I could put my characters through, mostly following the rhythm of the music.
It’s easy to get lost in such things, daydreaming about what makes life a bit easier to live through, but I feel like I’ve developed a bit of a ‘autopilot’ for these situations. My body moves slowly, trying not to become a nuisance for someone else in the way, while my brain flies up, trying to collect ideas for a book I’ll never write.
It’s been a while since I've actually created something… the prospect of trying again, this time with renewed motivation and purpose, pushes me to walk a little faster, maybe even skip a few steps as I move in front of the many stores around the plaza. I don’t have infinite money to just buy everything I want, so I’ve decided I’ll bite the bullet and go for a single book today.
“Ahhh, remember the last time we went book hunting? It’s such a fun feeling, moving silently through the bookshelves, stalking the titles, sneaking glances at the fronts…”
I do remember, but I also do remember the tendency of the biggest bookstore in town to put new releases first and foremost, often leaving treasures hidden in their obnoxiously bad registration system. I doubt they have fixed that…so, to not waste time digging over the many, many new books I wont read, maybe I should set my focus elsewhere.
“Don’t be so dismissive of new things. Some of them are authors just like you, trying to get by.”
…I guess I’ve grown a little cynical. Not everything is a cash grab these days, no. I need to be solidary with my fellow writers!
Or… future fellows? Considering I haven’t written anything to completion yet.
“None of that. Focus. We’re getting a new book today! Where are we getting it?”
Well, solidarity or not, I am not feeling like going to the big bookstore today… my feet take a turn, going through one of the many secondary streets that are born from this plaza. Not too far from there, in a darker corner of the city… there’s an old concrete house, completely painted yellow. The sign above its front door reads “Ricardo’s Stash: Antiques”, and oh how I missed it. I even turn off my cellphone’s music out of respect.
Looking through the shop window, my lips curl into a smile as most of the items I remembered being there are gone. Probably sold, good for old Ricardo really! Although the bronze typewriter is still there, taunting me with its excessive price… Good Saints above, give me strength to not succumb to my earthly desires!
“You already have a pretty good computer, you don’t need a typewriter. Be strong.”
The door has one of those bells that ring when it is opened, so there’s no way I can avoid miss Pelafina’s watchful demeanor as I enter. The old lady was sitting right behind the register, small but regal, dignified, with her black dyed hairs tied back in a single ponytail. Looking at her, seeing how well time has really treated her, it is easy to believe the rumors that say she used to be an olympic athlete for a country in the West before settling down with mister Ricardo.
The woman looked at me, before fixing her glasses in place and smirking with complicity.
“Well well well, if it isn’t our favorite customer.” I am convinced she says this to every youngun who wanders in, but I don’t have the guts to challenge the lady. “Long time no see! Had a hard time with your studies?”
“A little bit…” I smile slightly, trying not to be too awkward. “Any new books in your storage?”
“Plenty! You’ve been gone so long, we’ve stocked on some very interesting ones! But you give it a look! You’ve always been good at finding the good stuff among the rubble.”
All this praise is really bad for my health. I smile like an idiot, rubbing the back of my neck for a moment before walking deeper into the store, muttering a soft ‘Hi, Mister Ricardo’ to the old man sleeping on a wheelchair by the register. Ricardo’s is a huge, squared room turned into a labyrinth of shelves and showcases, piles upon piles of old toys, furniture, mementos and, of course, books! All at honestly pretty reasonable prices, considering the age of some of these items.
Last time I was here, Ricardo even swore that some of these items come from the fabled Pillar! But I feel that was just him trying to secure a sale.
I see old tomes of detective work, some poetry compilations, old classroom books and other curiosities, but nothing really catches my eye. I’ve seen these before, I want something new to read! Well, not ‘new’, I am in an antique shop, but uh, something unexpected. Uncommon. Rare, even! It’s not like I am a connoisseur of book rarity or anything but, when you are holding something special, you just know it in your bones! You can feel it, the excitement of having something very few others have had.
Maybe I am being a little too demanding though, because no matter how many books I keep checking, pulling and dusting in this store, the feeling never comes to me. What if the books are not the problem, but myself…?
“The light in you hasn’t died yet.”
I try to tell myself that very often. That there’s still hope and creativity in my heart, despite it all. That I can still see the beauty of the world despite this depression… and I honestly, desperately try to believe it. I cling to this feeling. Mostly because I know that the moment I truly give up, the instant that light in me really fizzles out…
… I don’t want to think about that.
“Having trouble there, boy?”
The whiplash of hearing a new voice forces me back to reality. I am holding an old math book in front of me, and probably I’ve been in this position for long enough to attract old Ricardo’s attention. The man even wheeled all the way over here to check on me. I immediately feel the guilt stab my back.
“A-Ah, no no. I am just… looking.” I offer my typical service smile, but Ricardo isn’t buying it. I can see it in those opaque eyes of his. Despite the huge glasses and the cataracts, I can feel a bright light in that look of his, rationality and youth that refuse to die out.
“Can’t quite find something you’d like to read?” The old man smiled, knowingly. He thought he understood… and I couldn’t help but think the same. There’s something about Ricardo, a weird air of experience, that convinces you that he really does know what he’s talking about. I gently nod. “Uh huh. Have you thought of what sort of things you’d like reading this time, youngun?”
“I… admit I have not. I am mostly guiding myself by feeling here. Seeing if something sparks my curiosity…”
There’s a bright glimmer in the man’s eye as he signals for me to follow him. He seems to have precisely what I am looking for; either that or he has something curious he simply hasn’t been able to sell yet.
We pass by shelves full of little figurines and old collector items, careful not to push the boxes full of ancient magazines and comic books, until we reach the front of the store. Right beside the desk, there stands a full set of ancient Cipangian armor, restored and shiny, complete with a kabuto and a red oni mask. Ricardo and Pelafina love that thing, it’s pretty much the main symbol of the store. They call it ‘Akai-san’.
“I got something special right here.” Said Ricardo, keeping his voice low as if he was sharing a secret with me. He smiled, carefully sliding a hand under the kabuto and pulling a small, yet thick leather bound book. The thickness of the bind and the yellow of the pages made it clear that one was older than what you usually see in the store. “Take a look at this…!”
It was a matter of holding the book to just feel electricity jolt through my back. Excitement? Curiosity? The cover was rough, a bad work of tanning clearly meant for a notebook more than a commercial product. My finger gently caressed the uneven black surface before I opened the book right in the middle.
The yellow pages were completely covered by black, thin scribbles, made in a language I have never seen before. Each character in the pages looked like some sort of runes, symbols without meaning to me, ordered in long vertical rows… I honestly have no idea how to even start this! In which direction should I read this? Is it even readable at all? I go back in the pages, discovering not only more of those runes but also some illustrations, rough drawings made with a coal piece… each with a little letter underneath it. What? This book has *annotations* on it?
My eyes focus. The pages, they are numbered! In Eastern numbers, to be precise, written with a blue pen. Clearly these notations were made recently, or at least more recently than the book itself was written.
“Check the later pages.” Ricardo said with a smirk, probably catching my bewilderment and interest.
I do as the man says and quickly pass the pages. There comes a point where the runes end, immediately replaced by latin alphabet written with the same old blue pen. A little arrow tells me to read columns of letters from top to bottom, from left to right, in columns. Once I reached the end of a column, the arrows then pointed me to start reading from bottom to top, alternating from each column I passed… it’s a bit unintuitive but, I manage to make sense of it, words start to appear from the jumble. It’s not gibberish, there’s something here, meaning to be discovered…
Most curious of all though, was the fact that the very last page of it all had a little text in some language that I was able to recognize. Maybe roman? Or portuguese? I couldn’t read it, but I could certainly know this one was translatable for sure.
“Maybe what you need is not reading material, but a challenge.” Ricardo said with a big smile. “I got that book a long time ago, some old lady came and sold it to us for a pittance.”
“You say that as if you weren’t an old man, dear.” Pelafina chuckled, covering her mouth.
“Oh shut up!” The man coughed a little bit. “But yeah. I tried to read it but couldn’t get too far… maybe you can properly translate it?”
“I am not a translator…” I quickly admitted, but I was not letting go of that book. Not anytime soon. “... But I will do what I can. How much for it?”
“Twenty thousand Empires.” Ricardo said with the brightest of smiles.
For reference, that’s not that expensive when it comes to books. You could find a regular book (you know, no hardcover) for around E$15.000. It is a little more than I would normally pay for a used book though, but urgh. Look at that man! Look at that smug look in his eyes. Even Pelafina is smirking.
They know. They know this is a sale for certain.
After struggling a little bit I just sigh, shaking my head and putting the two bills of 10 thousand on the desk.
“Fine.”
“Atta boy! I’m sure you can handle this. But keep us informed on what you find!” Ricardo chuckled.
“Please do. Ricky here has been pacing for days over it.” Pelafina added with a wink. “But take it at your own pace, okay? You’re not a translator, after all.”
“I will do my best.”
With a little bow, I walk out of the store with the book between my arms. The giddiness on my step hasn’t faded yet, I actually think it’s a bit worse now. I need to control myself, try not to make a scene right here and now… but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this motivated! This intrigued! This stimulated!
“Never forget this feeling. Strive to always feel this way.”
Now that’s unrealistic, but wouldn’t that be wonderful? Just… feeling the fire inside of me burning this brightly every day? I would die for something like that. I even smile thinking about it for a moment, as I raise my hand and try to call a taxi. Hells, I won’t even care if there are people sitting beside me today. I am excited!
“Maybe we can even take public transportation then!”
Let’s not get crazy.
Baby steps, alright?
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By the time I arrive home it’s already six. The sun is starting to set, and students everywhere peek out of their hiding spots with excited, yet tired smiles on their faces. Vacation time, huh? That meant people would start celebrating soon enough… good thing I don’t live close to the city’s party side, or else I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all tonight. Not with all the music and the people just drunkenly singing in the streets.
I wave at the guard when passing him by, going straight for the elevators while the old man barely acknowledges me. I sometimes wonder if he remembers me at all… I can’t just assume he doesn’t, all things considered, so I can’t really do anything strange without him (and by consequence, my dad) knowing about it. Not that I’d ever invite anyone to the disaster that is my apartment.
Normally this is the part where I’d start torturing myself with those thoughts… but today I feel excited. The book between my hands has captured my whole interest, to the point where I even started trying to decipher it while sitting in the taxi. The symbols could have some alchemical significance? Some of them did look similar to arrows and such, so maybe this was supposed to be read like that!
The words on the latter pages were, as far as I knew, a romanization of the symbols. Was it accurate? Or just a wild guess? For all I know, the former translator of this work could have been making everything up.
Last chapter is in roman! Or, maybe some other romantic language!?
What if I am being racist and this is not roman at all!? Saints damn it!
The elevator can’t go fast enough. I don’t even care about the shaking of the metal box or even the unnerving sounds of old gears doing an effort to lift me. My eyes are glued to the book.
All until I arrive at Floor 8 and rush to the second door, closing behind me and sitting at the table.
For a moment I consider taking all the job over to my comfortable not-reclinable couch, but no. This is supposed to feel like work, so I can’t just do it in the messy comfort of my bedroom.
“Alright, how should we start…”
“Get a notebook, first of all!”
Right. I need somewhere to work on! But, wait, can’t I just do it all on my computer?
“You can’t take your computer everywhere. And besides, doesn’t it feel kind of romantic? To have a journal to keep up with your progress…?”
All my attempts to keep up a journal up to this point in my life have failed, I simply don’t have the discipline or focus for that sort of work.
“What if this time is different?”
I can’t help but smile a little bit. I get it, you really want to try and do a journal for this one, huh? I can feel Her stirring and shifting behind me, embarrassed to be called out like that but not really denying it. With a sigh, I get up and walk over to the old bookshelf to check, pulling out an old and badly bound notebook. The covers were made with bright green cardboard and messily cut, to the point where you could see the paper peek from behind it in some parts.
“Oh my Saints.”
This will do.
“Oh. My Saints. Why do you still have that?”
What? You don’t like the fruit of your own effort?
“Please, put that away. I beg you, the embarrassment is too much!!”
I had made this notebook myself during the “Bookbinding” class I went to for a while when I just started college. I still remember the looks the other girls gave me when I first arrived, none of them expected a law student or a man to join the class, not one.
“This is torture, do we really not have any other notebooks to work with? None at all??”
Is this or nothing, homegirl.
“Sigh.”
I pull one of my many pens from my backpack, sitting back by the computer and then, with a crack of my knuckles, I start writing.
I do not know who may read this. Honestly, I am not even sure if I will read it myself after I finish writing it, but whomever is picking up this torn and ugly book? This is dedicated to you.
“Pretentious and needlessly emotional.”
Ah, there you are. I was starting to miss you. With a sigh, I shake the thoughts off and keep writing.
I found the original version of the text I’m working through in the old antique shop “Ricardo’s”, where the titular man himself had been keeping this book for…
I honestly have no idea how long Ricardo had been clinging to this one. It couldn’t be that long, right? Ricardo said ‘a long time ago’, but that’s all the reference I have. Urgh.
…for a while. The book was originally written in a set of symbols similar in function to hieroglyphs, with each symbol representing a different word. Luckily for me, my predecessor left me with transcriptions to the latin alphabet, and a final chapter written in a language I am yet to identify and translate.
I am still placing my bets on roman, but honestly, I feel less and less confident about that with every second that passes.
I will record my findings in this book and then share them to all who may be interested.
Please bear with me.
After writing that messy introduction, I focus back on my computer and start my investigation by opening Gaggle Translations. I input the first words I find in the book… and beg.
Asu tlo’ikovithiio
The translator suggested Kauaian, but changing it to that language showed no results whatsoever. It’s not Kauaian..
I then tried all the permutations I could come up with in the search. I tried “Asu”, “Tlo” “Ikovithiio”, “kovithiio”, and beyond the Arizona State University and some western guy called Vito Iio, I had no better luck. That pretty much confirms my suspicions of this being a code, a sort of new language, or just plain nonsense.
What differentiates a language from a code anyways? Intentionality?
I smack my head for a moment there, trying to keep myself focused. Now that the easy solution was not available, I had to get resourceful, and before I started working with the final chapter, Gaggle still had one tool on its sleeve. It’s still a bit of an experimental feature, but by taking a picture of these runes I can actually search the internet for similar things…!
Rune 1
So I quickly copy one of the symbols on the page, the one I see repeating itself the most, take a picture of it with my phone and just wait for the best.
The result? A bunch of unfiltered stickmen, some of them with dicks. Because of course, Gaggle’s image searching is still a new tool and it needs plenty of work to properly function. With a sigh, I debate for a moment if I really should bother to check image per image… until I decide to just check the first two pages before abandoning all hope.
“Stickman, stickman, stickman with a dick, another stickman…”
“Stickmen animations and games really have boomed these years huh?”
“I guess so… another stickman…”
I promised to myself I wouldn’t go beyond the second page of results… and yet here I am, going deeper and deeper, trying to find anything at all.
It’s dark outside already… and that only means that the pills will stop working soon.
“Not that they ever really worked to begin with. Have you stopped feeling sad since you started taking them?”
There it is.
With a loud sigh, I set my computer down and stop messing with the search.
Maybe I just picked a bad symbol. Maybe if I pick another, I will get actual results.
“Or maybe you won’t get anything at all. You’re no translator, and you can’t start pretending to be one now, you know?”
I breathe in deeply, holding it inside for a good few seconds before letting it out. With that, I stand from my chair and pick up my computer. I’ll leave it for tonight…
“Yeah. Just leave it like you leave anything: incomplete. It’s not like you ever finish anything anyways. You may as well toss it to the side and ignore it until you forget about it.”
“But we were so excited about it… Come on, don’t give up now…”
“Let’s just leave it. It’s vacation time anyways, right? Let’s just play some videogames until your body can’t take any more. I promise I’ll be quiet while you do so! Let’s play some King of Legends”
I don’t even like that game…
“But it passes the time, doesn’t it? Precious time, so full of suffering too. You don’t even notice death encroaching ever closer while you have something to do.”
“You only rage in that game, it’s not good for you. Come on, please?”
“Just lay down and sleep then…”
… No.
“Hmmm?”
You know what? No. I am not sleeping tonight.
“Let’s not go to the extremes!”
Alright then, I am sleeping, but not now. Not until I get through some of this book!
I set the computer back down on the table and get myself a glass of soda, sitting down and cracking my knuckles with renewed determination. Spite can be quite the fuel, even if it’s spite for your own inner voices.
“I am not letting a stupid book defeat me.” With a grin, I open my notebook to start transcribing. “Let’s do this!!”
2024.05.05 19:17 Trick-Technician-926 Guby inspired character
 | This is cubby the brown square man. In his classroom he teaches children about important life lessons like how to read, write, eat, and kill. Come to cubby’s classroom where you’ll experience magic and learning like you’ve never felt before just don’t tell your parents… submitted by Trick-Technician-926 to GUBYEducationalVids [link] [comments] |
2024.05.05 07:34 Davess_World2019 HNN: Hagwon News Network April 2024
 | You can go to the search bar and read: HNN: Hagwon News Network Preface before you review this batch from Tokyo Jon's. submitted by Davess_World2019 to HagwonBlacklistKorea [link] [comments] Has anybody started to catch on yet that complaint after complaint after complaint, year after year keeps rolling on by that there MAY BE something wrong with this entire genre? I mean, part of being perceptive involves noticing PATTERNS. Police detectives cut through the learning curve by remembering patterns that lead to short-cuts in understanding--wisdom. I'm still in disbelief that people keep asking "Is THIS branch safe?" Or "Where are the good hagwons, and which are the honest recruiters?" The answer will be the same for the next 1000 years, there are no good hagwons, safe branches, or honest recruiters. . Rira Anglia Language Academy (Cheongju) Apr 14. 2024Management is very unorganized. They do not speak English well enough to give instructions let alone listen to your needs. They disregard your input and needs most of the time. Don't expect to get your salary on time or expect to get your severance. The school is facing many legal issues.--All the classic signs of arrogance. "I'm WAY up here, God-emperor of this realm, and you peasants won't be giving ME input on anything. And if you do, I and my loyal flying monkeys will follow you around all day and give you -ahem- 'input,' -see how you like it." --A common pattern: Not paid on-time. Again, you forget to pay me, I forget to work. Go get a loan and make sure that the people who are making you money get paid on time, otherwise, a disruption in the flow of income disrupts everyone. I am MORE THAN CERTAIN, these owners don't "do without." Are they tightening their belt to make sure the staff receives their benefits? I doubt it. They are living well, probably beyond their means, meanwhile everyone else gets shorted. Can you imagine a farmer going out and telling his plow horse that it has to pull a full 8 hours but there is no hay, grain, or water to feed it that day? Would not the farmer eat less, sell off extra assets to ensure the horse is always fed, lest it dies and that season's harvest does not produce food for an entire year? The owner is the one who sacrifices the most to ensure the continuation of his assets. https://preview.redd.it/rwiureobnjyc1.jpg?width=359&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=67b57ec1726038ddff0d996dcfdc1781bbcb5546 If a hagwon is "short" that month, that means they did not save enough money as a buffer against such vices. They are living month-to-month based on when the parents pay the tuition. People also invest, go into temporary debt, assuming that eventually the deposits will be greater than the withdrawals. Some how, some way, these unorganized buffoons who can't plan even 5 minutes ahead of time either didn't save extra or miscalculated how much it costs to run a hagwon. Of course they are not going to pay severance, they can't even make payroll.
Dongjak SLP Apr 14. 2024You will be overworked, disrespected, have unnecessary drama, plus other things I cannot legally talk about. The* micromanaging is crazy, nothing works as it should, it’s unorganized, this job caused me so much stress and anxiety. ...the way it is being run makes no sense, it’s as if they want it to fail.--This is the pattern I'm talking about. It is amazing how poorly Hagwonites treat their foreign staff, and still expect A+ output. You beat your plow horse, it's going to turn on you. What fool would abuse the tool that enables them to eat and live? --I've said this countless times before, the owner and staff of these places are wretchedly petty and childish. Micromanaging to make it look like they are on top of their game, while they have no educational credentials, have ridiculous curriculum, wrong everything, yet they have the arrogance to zero in on things that make no difference at all. It's like working at a landfill and the boss swings by and tells you that he found a few cardboard boxes in the wrong area. It's a LANDFILL, and you are worried about separating garbage? --"Nothing works as it should." Yes, it's like imagining what one of the circles of Hell would feel like. Pointless tasks that can never be done and have no purpose to be done. Overseen by a demon who demands perfection, so that it can all be pushed into a volcano and you can start again doing the same things. Oh and it has to be done in 1 week for no logical reason because there is no time markers in Hell, it's eternity, why the hurry only to push it into a volcano anyway? Doesn't matter, just do it and stop complaining, finding fault and questioning authority! Circles of Hell There are a bunch of SLP results using the search bar. iya schola/ hillside collegiate wiyre Apr 14. 2024The pay is on time but you will not receive a paystub unless you request one each pay day.--Stop right there! Another pattern in which no one's spider senses go off? Article 48 of the Korean Labor Standards Act says IN THE LAW, that a pay ledger must be issued. Right there, 100% they have or are planning to do you dirty. If you can't see the math, they want to hide it for a good reason for as long as possible. They WANT you to feel awkward asking for it. They are trying to hide something, and of course they will give you the side-eye, slap it on the table (disrespect in Korea), and give you STRONG indications that they disapprove of you not trusting them. They expect you to not challenge anything that you find since they have prepped you with non-verbal warnings they don't like you challenging them. As with all contracts, you are given the low-ball workload so that you don't reject it. Their reward to themselves is to double it after your arrival and after a period of time so that you don't notice it. Their other reward is to steal your money on the back end. Work you beyond what the pay specifies, then steal your pay on top of it. It is important to check your paystub each time because of unexpected deductions or frequently changing the agreed upon base pay.--See? What did I tell you. "Unexpected deductions." They know you are not going to be happy about it and would very much prefer you didn't know they were stealing from you in the first place. "Changing" the amount of money you both agreed upon is theft. This is what I'm talking about. The entire carnival tent is set up to steal your money and overwork you. They put tables, books, white boards around the victim so it doesn't look like a street mugging. You don’t get a full hour lunch. 20 minutes of your lunch will be used to do homework with the children in the classroom.--Read the rest of it over at Tokyo Jon's. It's the Wikipedia template to understand how terrible hagwons are, all boxes are checked, and the pattern for SLP is not recent. It's called the Slave Labor Program for a reason, and there are multiple entries via the search bar. Splitting up your lunch period feeding, monitoring, doing other activities with children is time and salary theft. They make you work more for your agreed upon base pay and squeeze more juice out of you w/o compensation.
Repeat Activity is a Sign of a Mental DisorderNo hate, but you should have accessed and researched any of the versions of the DSM for a college report. One of the many criteria to be on the spectrum is the inability to learn and adjust to failure. It could be someone washing their hands 50x a day and not adjusting to cracked skin and infections. A gambler who lost everything, is in debt, a petty thief who always thinks they can recover what they lost. Almost all of the cases involve the intensity of the problem and the duration of it. The order of operations in education are:
⏺ They did not collect and save curriculum for whatever reason, they let the departing teacher leave with it, didn't ask or pay for it. ⏺ They allow the incoming teacher to work extra when they don't need to. Curriculum is to be constantly revised, and that could take YEARS to make it absolutely perfect. Idiocy and disrespect to the foreigners to make them do work that is totally unnecessary. The time could be spent improving lesson plans, increasing the success of everyone, not wasting time with mediocre materials foreigners didn't have time to perfect. Any place that has LOTS OF PREP TIME is no benefit to you. Once again, the pattern turns out to be that they threw all the lesson plans away from the departing teacher (stupid!) and force the incoming teacher to start completely from scratch, keeping them constantly busy when they don't need to be. Is this stupid or evil? Do they purposefully get rid of established curriculum for the sole purpose of watching the new teacher frantically devise the same results over a 12 month period? Sounds like the same circle of Hell I mentioned earlier. Throw the curriculum into the volcano, and HURRY UP AND MAKE THE SAME STUFF AGAIN, LET'S GO! https://preview.redd.it/sgsjoht4njyc1.jpg?width=1101&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3d5dff6ac462dbadaee979e2597e76e0f2718256 |
2024.05.04 21:57 Miro_the_Dragon I'm allergic to paper AMA
I was told this might be interesting for more people and to maybe make an AMA about this, after getting a lot of questions in AskReddit.
More context:
About five years ago, I had a bad allergic-asthmatic reaction to a used book I wanted to read for university (I have a confirmed mold allergy but wasn't aware that "old book smell" = mold). Since then, I gradually started reacting with the same symptoms (asthma symptoms, sometimes accompanied by tingling and slight swelling in my throat) to other books I had (that had been previously safe), including brand-new books. When I returned to university after summer break, I suddenly got a really bad asthma attack in one classroom full of books that I had been perfectly fine in the previous semester. Bit by bit, over the course of maybe half a year or so, I started reacting to all kinds of paper products and had to get rid of my extensive library of fiction and non-fiction books (including lots of academic books, many of which I ultimately had to throw away since I couldn't find any takers for them). I eventually also had to drop out of university because they couldn't (or didn't want to) accommodate me well enough to enable me to continue.
My symptoms range in severity from some mild annoyance (scratchy airways) to full-blown severe asthma attacks.
An allergy specialist I saw said that there's not really any way to test what exactly I became allergic to, plus I'm not a candidate for desensitivization therapy anymore anyway (and a previous one I did--full three years against dust mites and mold--didn't work for me).
Nowadays I live as paper-less as possible. I read ebooks and listen to audiobooks, use digital resources for learning (apps, websites, ebooks, ...), and have a bunch of laminated pages and non-permanent markers for notes and the like. The pocket calendar I use has to air out for several months before use (so I usually buy it in late summer as soon as they become available) and even then I can only handle it for a short time before I start getting symptoms (I tried switching to my phone calendar but that doesn't work for me). I can't enter a bookstore without triggering a reaction, and at home we have to be careful that we don't keep too much paper and cardboard around (as eliminating everything 100% just isn't feasible--but yes, this is affecting my whole family, of course). I don't react to everything with the same severity so e.g. having my meds standing around in their paper boxes is okay (as long as I don't sniff them XD), but even handling letters/mail is a hazard as I never know how much I'll react (so letters and the like I'll have to keep usually go into plastic sleeves right away). Rule of thumb: The further away from my airways something is, the safer it is for me.
Bonus info: In recent years I've also gotten way more sensitive to all kinds of chemicals so there's a high probability the problem with paper is increased by chemicals used in paper and ink, plus I can't rule out that I developed allergies to more than one substance found in papebooks.
Feel free to ask me anything about this topic :)
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More context:
About five years ago, I had a bad allergic-asthmatic reaction to a used book I wanted to read for university (I have a confirmed mold allergy but wasn't aware that "old book smell" = mold). Since then, I gradually started reacting with the same symptoms (asthma symptoms, sometimes accompanied by tingling and slight swelling in my throat) to other books I had (that had been previously safe), including brand-new books. When I returned to university after summer break, I suddenly got a really bad asthma attack in one classroom full of books that I had been perfectly fine in the previous semester. Bit by bit, over the course of maybe half a year or so, I started reacting to all kinds of paper products and had to get rid of my extensive library of fiction and non-fiction books (including lots of academic books, many of which I ultimately had to throw away since I couldn't find any takers for them). I eventually also had to drop out of university because they couldn't (or didn't want to) accommodate me well enough to enable me to continue.
My symptoms range in severity from some mild annoyance (scratchy airways) to full-blown severe asthma attacks.
An allergy specialist I saw said that there's not really any way to test what exactly I became allergic to, plus I'm not a candidate for desensitivization therapy anymore anyway (and a previous one I did--full three years against dust mites and mold--didn't work for me).
Nowadays I live as paper-less as possible. I read ebooks and listen to audiobooks, use digital resources for learning (apps, websites, ebooks, ...), and have a bunch of laminated pages and non-permanent markers for notes and the like. The pocket calendar I use has to air out for several months before use (so I usually buy it in late summer as soon as they become available) and even then I can only handle it for a short time before I start getting symptoms (I tried switching to my phone calendar but that doesn't work for me). I can't enter a bookstore without triggering a reaction, and at home we have to be careful that we don't keep too much paper and cardboard around (as eliminating everything 100% just isn't feasible--but yes, this is affecting my whole family, of course). I don't react to everything with the same severity so e.g. having my meds standing around in their paper boxes is okay (as long as I don't sniff them XD), but even handling letters/mail is a hazard as I never know how much I'll react (so letters and the like I'll have to keep usually go into plastic sleeves right away). Rule of thumb: The further away from my airways something is, the safer it is for me.
Bonus info: In recent years I've also gotten way more sensitive to all kinds of chemicals so there's a high probability the problem with paper is increased by chemicals used in paper and ink, plus I can't rule out that I developed allergies to more than one substance found in papebooks.
Feel free to ask me anything about this topic :)
2024.05.04 03:12 Battleaxe1959 I installed my first bees and made all the mistakes
I (64) became an Agronomist when I was 40. I loved taking entomology. Professor had a clear hive in the classroom and I was mesmerized. I wanted bees but life was busy and there were other needs.
Last Tuesday I (finally) got 2 boxes of bees. I left them in the cardboard/wooden box, sprayed them with sugar water and let them sit overnight. The screw ups started the next day.
1) Decided to install my bees at 9am, but slept until 10:30am. No problem, it’s overcast and will be for 2 days. The sun came out while I suited up. 2) Not really my mistake, but it added to the fun. I’ve got my bee suit on and I’m using surgical gloves (never again) while opening the cardboard box, when bees come boiling out of the cardboard box. Wait! WTF? I haven’t opened the screened part yet! 3) Now I have to figure out how to get the rest out. I figured it would be something simple like a sliding panel at the wooden end, but no! FOUR FLIPPING STAPLES! I was not prepared for staples. Had to hoof it back to a toolbox to get a flathead screwdriver, but I finally got it off while bees are flying everywhere! 4) I had the ‘sharp tap’ down pat, but the bees didn’t seem to want to vacate. They were hanging on for dear life! After about a dozen taps, I gave up on the stalwarts and just placed the box near the hive. 5) Inside there was a little wad of screen, full of bees. They seemed a bit hostile, so I put them near the hive. 6) The Queen is caged. I’m expecting her to be sitting on candy that drones would eat away. I sure was impressed with how much that candy looked like a piece of wood! I clipped it in the hive. 7) I VERY carefully open the 2nd box. Yay! The bees are ~inside~ the screened box. I already had my screwdriver, so no problem opening it up. Same wad of screen with very active bees is in there (put near hive opening) and another queen sitting on a well-formed piece of candy that looked like wood! 8) I dropped queen to bottom of hive and just reach in a grab it. My first sting!
Everyone is in and I’m just sure I messed up something. I go to bed.
The following morning I check and see bees in the hives. Good, so I decide to clean up a bit. Both pieces of wadded screen are empty of bees. As I picked up the cardboard boxes, I see instructions!
9) I found out that the bee people didn’t spend $ on really cool candy that looks like wood. 10) Queen has a cork in the bottom of her box that I’m supposed to replace with a marshmallow. Does everyone have marshmallows in their house all the time? Not me, but I did have a package of Easter Peeps. Yellow bunny ones. 11) The Queen’s cork was not only jammed in there, it was flush with the wood. I had to carve it out with the ever-handy screwdriver, cover the hole with a fingertip and then shove a yellow bunny ear into the hole.
I feel a big fool at this point. All I can do is laugh & hope for the best!
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Last Tuesday I (finally) got 2 boxes of bees. I left them in the cardboard/wooden box, sprayed them with sugar water and let them sit overnight. The screw ups started the next day.
1) Decided to install my bees at 9am, but slept until 10:30am. No problem, it’s overcast and will be for 2 days. The sun came out while I suited up. 2) Not really my mistake, but it added to the fun. I’ve got my bee suit on and I’m using surgical gloves (never again) while opening the cardboard box, when bees come boiling out of the cardboard box. Wait! WTF? I haven’t opened the screened part yet! 3) Now I have to figure out how to get the rest out. I figured it would be something simple like a sliding panel at the wooden end, but no! FOUR FLIPPING STAPLES! I was not prepared for staples. Had to hoof it back to a toolbox to get a flathead screwdriver, but I finally got it off while bees are flying everywhere! 4) I had the ‘sharp tap’ down pat, but the bees didn’t seem to want to vacate. They were hanging on for dear life! After about a dozen taps, I gave up on the stalwarts and just placed the box near the hive. 5) Inside there was a little wad of screen, full of bees. They seemed a bit hostile, so I put them near the hive. 6) The Queen is caged. I’m expecting her to be sitting on candy that drones would eat away. I sure was impressed with how much that candy looked like a piece of wood! I clipped it in the hive. 7) I VERY carefully open the 2nd box. Yay! The bees are ~inside~ the screened box. I already had my screwdriver, so no problem opening it up. Same wad of screen with very active bees is in there (put near hive opening) and another queen sitting on a well-formed piece of candy that looked like wood! 8) I dropped queen to bottom of hive and just reach in a grab it. My first sting!
Everyone is in and I’m just sure I messed up something. I go to bed.
The following morning I check and see bees in the hives. Good, so I decide to clean up a bit. Both pieces of wadded screen are empty of bees. As I picked up the cardboard boxes, I see instructions!
9) I found out that the bee people didn’t spend $ on really cool candy that looks like wood. 10) Queen has a cork in the bottom of her box that I’m supposed to replace with a marshmallow. Does everyone have marshmallows in their house all the time? Not me, but I did have a package of Easter Peeps. Yellow bunny ones. 11) The Queen’s cork was not only jammed in there, it was flush with the wood. I had to carve it out with the ever-handy screwdriver, cover the hole with a fingertip and then shove a yellow bunny ear into the hole.
I feel a big fool at this point. All I can do is laugh & hope for the best!
2024.05.02 01:42 Ragnarok_Stravius Evil in the making.
A door opened, to a personal office, two heavily armored soldiers entered the office, looking and checking the office, from floor to ceiling.
An alien woman stood still behind her desk, scared frozen, a nervous smile on her face, then a human woman walked in, a blue military uniform, blonde hair tied up behind her head, combat boots on her feet, and a closed face, not angry but waiting for problems.
She signaled the masked soldiers to wait outside, she then inhaled deeply, did a long blink, and addressed the alien, "Miss Strossal, I was called here about my children."
"Oh, yes! Yes, Miss Andersson, I'm sorry to ask you so hastily, please, take a seat.", while Strossal signaled towards a pair of chairs, Andersson stopped her with a hand signal, and said.
"Listen, you called me about my children, please go straight to the point, I have other duties today."
"Yes, sorry, well... We had a few incidents with Aliensis and Nemesis, the past week-"
"And neither me or their Father was notified? What happened to them, where are they?"
"Wait, miss Sarah, your sons are fine, they're with a supervisor right now, let me just explain what happened... This past week, you sons had been rough playing with a few bigger kids than then, but today, a student came up to me, little Kalion, and said your children were getting paid to hit the bigger kids?"
"Paid to hit kids bigger than them? What are you on about?"
"We, uh, we confiscated this box from Aliensis' locker...", she pulled a small cardboard box, it had a notebook, and baggies of candy, all of the candies were very well separated, candy bars from chocolate bars, to gummies, "This little book has names of students, quantity of candy, and names of... 'targets', and these targets are all older students, Aliensis and Nemesis haven't told anything about it to us, they won't say a thing."
"What in Sam's hell? Take me to my kids right now, I'll be taking them away, will they be punished by the school?", said Sarah while taking the box and studying the book with Aliensis' writing all over it.
"Well, uh, we're thinking of suspending both of them for two weeks, to get the whole situation under control, but here, let me take you to them.", Strossal and Andersson walked down the corridor, to the supervisor's room, escorted by four soldiers now.
They passed by classes filled with kids on one side and teens on the other, everyone completely looking away from anything related to the classroom to stare at the soldiers outside.
The supervisors room had more tables, but only an alien man and two very different kids were inside, one was a bald mostly human male, looking bored out of his mind, almost falling from his seat in drowsiness.
The other was a xenomorph, dark tan, sitting straight with his eyes shut, his right foot tapping against the ceramic floor, almost silently.
Both of them suddenly woke up, sat straight and stared the door from hearing their mother's voice, the human kid had a smile on his face, his brother wasn't smiling, but his face had this light expression of "we're safe".
Nothing much was said between their mother picking them up and walking towards an armored personnel carrier parked right in front of the school.
Once the back hatch had closed up, and the vehicle started moving, Sarah, spoke up, "Alright, you two, what did the two of you done this time?"
The small xenomorph pointed at his brother with his left thumb, "Nemesis can explain, mom, it was his idea."
"Bro, I was just joking last week, you got the whole gig up and running, Aliensis!", neither of them could hide their guilt, behind their smiles and held up giggles.
"Who ever explains it first gets the box.", Sarah still had the box that the director had confiscated on her lap.
"Alright, mum, some kid gave me candy last week to hit up a bigger kid that was annoying him, so, I told Aliensis about it, and this monday, we had a job! That meanie, Clusza got a heavy bounty on him from like four kids that he annoyed, he didn't even see Aliensis dropping onto him from that giant tree in the front of the school!"
"Alright, you need to stop watching Dad's movie collection, while he's in the frontline, it's not good to have you two that unsupervised."
Both of the kids deflated in a long awwing.
Aliensis, while still in his deflated pose, asked something "Who gave us out? Was it that Emral?"
"Your director said something about a Kalion, is it a friend of yours?"
Sarah couldn't see it, but Aliensis gave his brother a side eye, only both of them could understand, only they knew what should be done.
"Yeah, yeah, she is.", said Nemesis back, while sitting back up, his face now hardened, Nemesis was giving her candy too, and betrayal wasn't a good thing, even for kids.
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An alien woman stood still behind her desk, scared frozen, a nervous smile on her face, then a human woman walked in, a blue military uniform, blonde hair tied up behind her head, combat boots on her feet, and a closed face, not angry but waiting for problems.
She signaled the masked soldiers to wait outside, she then inhaled deeply, did a long blink, and addressed the alien, "Miss Strossal, I was called here about my children."
"Oh, yes! Yes, Miss Andersson, I'm sorry to ask you so hastily, please, take a seat.", while Strossal signaled towards a pair of chairs, Andersson stopped her with a hand signal, and said.
"Listen, you called me about my children, please go straight to the point, I have other duties today."
"Yes, sorry, well... We had a few incidents with Aliensis and Nemesis, the past week-"
"And neither me or their Father was notified? What happened to them, where are they?"
"Wait, miss Sarah, your sons are fine, they're with a supervisor right now, let me just explain what happened... This past week, you sons had been rough playing with a few bigger kids than then, but today, a student came up to me, little Kalion, and said your children were getting paid to hit the bigger kids?"
"Paid to hit kids bigger than them? What are you on about?"
"We, uh, we confiscated this box from Aliensis' locker...", she pulled a small cardboard box, it had a notebook, and baggies of candy, all of the candies were very well separated, candy bars from chocolate bars, to gummies, "This little book has names of students, quantity of candy, and names of... 'targets', and these targets are all older students, Aliensis and Nemesis haven't told anything about it to us, they won't say a thing."
"What in Sam's hell? Take me to my kids right now, I'll be taking them away, will they be punished by the school?", said Sarah while taking the box and studying the book with Aliensis' writing all over it.
"Well, uh, we're thinking of suspending both of them for two weeks, to get the whole situation under control, but here, let me take you to them.", Strossal and Andersson walked down the corridor, to the supervisor's room, escorted by four soldiers now.
They passed by classes filled with kids on one side and teens on the other, everyone completely looking away from anything related to the classroom to stare at the soldiers outside.
The supervisors room had more tables, but only an alien man and two very different kids were inside, one was a bald mostly human male, looking bored out of his mind, almost falling from his seat in drowsiness.
The other was a xenomorph, dark tan, sitting straight with his eyes shut, his right foot tapping against the ceramic floor, almost silently.
Both of them suddenly woke up, sat straight and stared the door from hearing their mother's voice, the human kid had a smile on his face, his brother wasn't smiling, but his face had this light expression of "we're safe".
Nothing much was said between their mother picking them up and walking towards an armored personnel carrier parked right in front of the school.
Once the back hatch had closed up, and the vehicle started moving, Sarah, spoke up, "Alright, you two, what did the two of you done this time?"
The small xenomorph pointed at his brother with his left thumb, "Nemesis can explain, mom, it was his idea."
"Bro, I was just joking last week, you got the whole gig up and running, Aliensis!", neither of them could hide their guilt, behind their smiles and held up giggles.
"Who ever explains it first gets the box.", Sarah still had the box that the director had confiscated on her lap.
"Alright, mum, some kid gave me candy last week to hit up a bigger kid that was annoying him, so, I told Aliensis about it, and this monday, we had a job! That meanie, Clusza got a heavy bounty on him from like four kids that he annoyed, he didn't even see Aliensis dropping onto him from that giant tree in the front of the school!"
"Alright, you need to stop watching Dad's movie collection, while he's in the frontline, it's not good to have you two that unsupervised."
Both of the kids deflated in a long awwing.
Aliensis, while still in his deflated pose, asked something "Who gave us out? Was it that Emral?"
"Your director said something about a Kalion, is it a friend of yours?"
Sarah couldn't see it, but Aliensis gave his brother a side eye, only both of them could understand, only they knew what should be done.
"Yeah, yeah, she is.", said Nemesis back, while sitting back up, his face now hardened, Nemesis was giving her candy too, and betrayal wasn't a good thing, even for kids.
2024.04.26 17:53 discount_dog This is definitely not okay, right?
I'll probably delete this once I get some advice. I'm not an adaptive ed teacher, but I am a SPED teacher and I was covering one period for a para that was out today. One of the AE kids is very high on the spectrum. He's non-verbal, but definitely verbal as he makes short burst screaming noises all day long. He also enjoys the sound of things hitting the floor, so he's had an issue with grabbing things off of shelves and flinging them to the floor to get that sound sensory input.
When I got to the class to cover, the higher functioning kids were in the classroom working on Chromebooks. The teacher told me the student I mentioned above and two other low functioning students were in the kitchen area of the classroom because they are disruptive to the class. A long table and big cardboard box were pushed up against the door to the kitchen to act as a barricade so the students inside cannot leave (there were 2 teachers inside monitoring these students). The reasoning was that the student I mentioned has a tendency to run through the classroom shutting kids' Chromebooks, throwing pencils, or engaging in other behaviors that could harm the other students. The teacher was the one who asked and trained the other students to push the table and box up against the door when they're in there being disruptive.
I get that the safety of others should definitely be considered, but barricading him and 2 other students in a room seems wrong. The room is maybe 12ftx12ft and has lots of sensory objects like cushions, a table to do hands on activities, yoga balls, and mats to lay down on. But it still seems wrong to barricade the door from the outside. Standing by the door was enough to make him discouraged from leaving, so there's no reason it had to he barricaded.
I feel like my SPED chairperson already knows about this since she's covered for this Para more than once. Is it worth mentioning to her or another admin that it made me uncomfortable?
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When I got to the class to cover, the higher functioning kids were in the classroom working on Chromebooks. The teacher told me the student I mentioned above and two other low functioning students were in the kitchen area of the classroom because they are disruptive to the class. A long table and big cardboard box were pushed up against the door to the kitchen to act as a barricade so the students inside cannot leave (there were 2 teachers inside monitoring these students). The reasoning was that the student I mentioned has a tendency to run through the classroom shutting kids' Chromebooks, throwing pencils, or engaging in other behaviors that could harm the other students. The teacher was the one who asked and trained the other students to push the table and box up against the door when they're in there being disruptive.
I get that the safety of others should definitely be considered, but barricading him and 2 other students in a room seems wrong. The room is maybe 12ftx12ft and has lots of sensory objects like cushions, a table to do hands on activities, yoga balls, and mats to lay down on. But it still seems wrong to barricade the door from the outside. Standing by the door was enough to make him discouraged from leaving, so there's no reason it had to he barricaded.
I feel like my SPED chairperson already knows about this since she's covered for this Para more than once. Is it worth mentioning to her or another admin that it made me uncomfortable?
2024.04.26 05:26 tavg123 Fuck it.
...we came in?
So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise
Lights!
Roll the sound effects!
Action!
Drop it, drop it on 'em
Drop it, drop it on them!
Momma loves her baby
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you, babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooh, babe
Ooh, baby blue
Ooh, babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised,
When a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what d'ya leave behind for me?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddie!
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who
Would hurt the children in any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kid
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Wrong! Do it again!
Wrong! Do it again!
If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?!
You! Yes, you, behind the bike sheds. Stand still, laddie!
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh, aah, mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh, aah, is it just a waste of time?
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough for me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me?
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh, aah, mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'til you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
You'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
Look, Mummy. There's an airplane up in the sky
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye
Goodbye
Hello, looker. Congratulations. You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to Old Pink, care of the Funny Farm, Chalfont...
Roger! Carolyne's on the phone!
OK
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill
The final places?
How should I complete the wall?
(Ah) I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock-and-roll refugee
Ooh, baby, set me free
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
"Hello?"
"Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd. Will you accept the charge from the United States?"
"Oh, he hung up. That's your residence, right? Well, I wonder why he hung up. Is there supposed to be someone out there besides your wife there to answer?"
"Hello?"
"This is the United States calling. Are we reaching..."
"See, he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering."
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?"
("I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!")
"God! This place is bigger than our apartment!"
("Let me know when you're entering a room.")
("Yes, sir!")
"Uh, can I get a drink of water?"
("I was wondering about dinner, sir.)
"You want some, huh?"
("Yes?")
("When do you and your guests want to dine? I have to inform the kitchen staff.")
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Wanna take a bath?"
("Yes, I'm aware of your duties, Dobbs.")
("Yes, sir.")
(I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to eat. As for her maid, needless to say, she can have her meal with the kitchen help.)
"What are you watching?"
("Very good, sir. If you'll just let me know as soon as you can when you and Mrs Bancroft want to eat.")
("Mrs. Bancroft will be dining alone.")
"Hello?"
("Why? I don't understand, sir.")
("I won't be staying for dinner.")
"Are you feeling OK?..."
("I'm surprised to hear that, sir, since you just arrived.")
("Yes, I'm a little surprised about it myself.")
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun any more
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you?
Would you like to see me try?
Ah, no!
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Ooh babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooh babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go
When you know how I need you?
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Ooh babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away?
Ooh babe
Why are you running away?
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, ooh, ooh
This Roman meal bakery thought you'd like to know
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye
Hey, you!
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey, you!
Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey, you!
Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey, you!
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey, you!
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey, you!
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey, you!
Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey, you!
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey, you!
Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand
Divided we fall
"Well, only got an hour of daylight left, better get started. Isn't it unsafe to travel at night? It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. Your father's gonna pick up our trail before long. Can Lorca ride? He'll have to ride. Lorca, time to go! Chengra, thank you for everything. Let's go. Goodbye, Chengra, Goodbye, Missy! I'll be back one day"
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Ah, is there anybody out there?
"But there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington..."
"Who's that?"
"Rose Pilchitt!"
"Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?"
(Shut up!)
"36-24-36. Does that answer your question?"
(Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!)
"Who's she?"
"She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961."
I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone
("Surprise, surprise, surprise")
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohil's boots
But I've got fading roots
Where the hell are you?
Over 47 German planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft
Where the hell are you, Simon?
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that we would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home
Is there anybody out there?
Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more ah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Ooh ma ooh pa
Must the show go on?
Ooh pa take me home
Ooh ma let me go
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them take away my soul
Am I too old? Is it too late?
Ooh ma ooh pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Ooh ma ooh pa
Will I remember the songs?
Ooh ah the show must go on
"Two... fire!"
So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall (against the wall)
Now there's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall (against the...)
And that one looks Jewish and that one's a coon
Who let all this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint and another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up with your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run!
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better run all day and run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box
You better run!
Hey, open up! Hahahahaha!
Hammer, hammer
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh-ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh-ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come (worms to come)
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Testing. One. Two. One. Two. The worms will convene at 1:15 outside Brixton Town Hall where we will be going in force!
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows and kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution to strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons and the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia rule again
(Would you like to see us rule again)
My friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins home again
(Would you like to send them home again)
My friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms
The Worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station, where we'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road
At that point, we'll be heading towards Lambeth Road, where we will walk calmly with resistance, leaving twelve minutes to three as we move along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge
Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge, we're in Westminister Borough area. It's quite possible that we may encounter some Jew boys all the way from 4, 5, and 6 on the way as we go
Now is the time to clean up the city, for this is the beginning! We need to secure our people! We can't stand around and let ourselves be robbed, maimed, and killed!
And when we make it to the Highclock Corner, I want you to spread out and find them!
Storm the halls, and then tear the walls and the doors! Break down the doors and hunt them where they are!
(Hammer! Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!)
Stop!
Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time
Good morning, the Worm your honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end, your honour
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Toys in the attic
I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy
Toys in the attic
He is crazy
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me more often than you did
But no, you had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately?
"Just five minutes, Worm your honour, him and me alone"
Babe
Come to mother, baby, let me hold you in my arms
M'Lord I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm your honour, let me take him home
Crazy
Over the rainbow
I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy
Over the rainbow
He is crazy
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer—
Your exquisite wife and mother—
Fills me with the urge to defecate
(Go on, judge. Shit on him.)
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall
All alone or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand-in-hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall
Isn't this where we...
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So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise
Lights!
Roll the sound effects!
Action!
Drop it, drop it on 'em
Drop it, drop it on them!
Momma loves her baby
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you, babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooh, babe
Ooh, baby blue
Ooh, babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised,
When a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what d'ya leave behind for me?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddie!
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who
Would hurt the children in any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kid
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Wrong! Do it again!
Wrong! Do it again!
If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?!
You! Yes, you, behind the bike sheds. Stand still, laddie!
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh, aah, mother, should I build the wall?
Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh, aah, is it just a waste of time?
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother, do you think she's good enough for me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me?
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh, aah, mother, will she break my heart?
Hush now, baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'til you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
You'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high?
Look, Mummy. There's an airplane up in the sky
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye
Goodbye
Hello, looker. Congratulations. You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to Old Pink, care of the Funny Farm, Chalfont...
Roger! Carolyne's on the phone!
OK
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill
The final places?
How should I complete the wall?
(Ah) I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock-and-roll refugee
Ooh, baby, set me free
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
Ooh, I need a dirty woman
Ooh, I need a dirty girl
"Hello?"
"Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd. Will you accept the charge from the United States?"
"Oh, he hung up. That's your residence, right? Well, I wonder why he hung up. Is there supposed to be someone out there besides your wife there to answer?"
"Hello?"
"This is the United States calling. Are we reaching..."
"See, he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering."
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?"
("I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!")
"God! This place is bigger than our apartment!"
("Let me know when you're entering a room.")
("Yes, sir!")
"Uh, can I get a drink of water?"
("I was wondering about dinner, sir.)
"You want some, huh?"
("Yes?")
("When do you and your guests want to dine? I have to inform the kitchen staff.")
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Wanna take a bath?"
("Yes, I'm aware of your duties, Dobbs.")
("Yes, sir.")
(I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to eat. As for her maid, needless to say, she can have her meal with the kitchen help.)
"What are you watching?"
("Very good, sir. If you'll just let me know as soon as you can when you and Mrs Bancroft want to eat.")
("Mrs. Bancroft will be dining alone.")
"Hello?"
("Why? I don't understand, sir.")
("I won't be staying for dinner.")
"Are you feeling OK?..."
("I'm surprised to hear that, sir, since you just arrived.")
("Yes, I'm a little surprised about it myself.")
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun any more
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you?
Would you like to see me try?
Ah, no!
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
Ooh babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooh babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go
When you know how I need you?
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Ooh babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away?
Ooh babe
Why are you running away?
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, ooh, ooh
This Roman meal bakery thought you'd like to know
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye
Hey, you!
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey, you!
Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey, you!
Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey, you!
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey, you!
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey, you!
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain
Hey, you!
Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?
Hey, you!
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey, you!
Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand
Divided we fall
"Well, only got an hour of daylight left, better get started. Isn't it unsafe to travel at night? It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. Your father's gonna pick up our trail before long. Can Lorca ride? He'll have to ride. Lorca, time to go! Chengra, thank you for everything. Let's go. Goodbye, Chengra, Goodbye, Missy! I'll be back one day"
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Ah, is there anybody out there?
"But there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington..."
"Who's that?"
"Rose Pilchitt!"
"Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?"
(Shut up!)
"36-24-36. Does that answer your question?"
(Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!)
"Who's she?"
"She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961."
I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooh, babe, when I pick up the phone
("Surprise, surprise, surprise")
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohil's boots
But I've got fading roots
Where the hell are you?
Over 47 German planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft
Where the hell are you, Simon?
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that we would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home
Is there anybody out there?
Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more ah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on, it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Ooh ma ooh pa
Must the show go on?
Ooh pa take me home
Ooh ma let me go
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them take away my soul
Am I too old? Is it too late?
Ooh ma ooh pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Ooh ma ooh pa
Will I remember the songs?
Ooh ah the show must go on
"Two... fire!"
So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall (against the wall)
Now there's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall (against the...)
And that one looks Jewish and that one's a coon
Who let all this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint and another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up with your favourite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run!
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better run all day and run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box
You better run!
Hey, open up! Hahahahaha!
Hammer, hammer
Eins, zwei, drei, alle
Ooh-ooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooh-ooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come (worms to come)
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Testing. One. Two. One. Two. The worms will convene at 1:15 outside Brixton Town Hall where we will be going in force!
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows and kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution to strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons and the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia rule again
(Would you like to see us rule again)
My friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins home again
(Would you like to send them home again)
My friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms
The Worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station, where we'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road
At that point, we'll be heading towards Lambeth Road, where we will walk calmly with resistance, leaving twelve minutes to three as we move along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge
Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge, we're in Westminister Borough area. It's quite possible that we may encounter some Jew boys all the way from 4, 5, and 6 on the way as we go
Now is the time to clean up the city, for this is the beginning! We need to secure our people! We can't stand around and let ourselves be robbed, maimed, and killed!
And when we make it to the Highclock Corner, I want you to spread out and find them!
Storm the halls, and then tear the walls and the doors! Break down the doors and hunt them where they are!
(Hammer! Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!)
Stop!
Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time
Good morning, the Worm your honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end, your honour
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Toys in the attic
I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy
Toys in the attic
He is crazy
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me more often than you did
But no, you had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately?
"Just five minutes, Worm your honour, him and me alone"
Babe
Come to mother, baby, let me hold you in my arms
M'Lord I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm your honour, let me take him home
Crazy
Over the rainbow
I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy
Over the rainbow
He is crazy
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer—
Your exquisite wife and mother—
Fills me with the urge to defecate
(Go on, judge. Shit on him.)
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall
All alone or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand-in-hand
And some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall
Isn't this where we...
2024.04.25 20:37 SnapDoodleCake Advice from an expert Accutane User
I’m on Month 8 of my Accutane (I was really hoping to be done by month 6, but I’m cubby so I need more) I thought I’d come share some advice that has REALLY saved me time, frustration, and embarrassment during my course.
You can cut the pills out of the cardboard container!! (I am not the first person to come up with this, I actually saw it posted on here first.) I wanted to provide some pictures to show you how!
The pictures are pretty self explanatory, but the main thing I wanted to get across is the slight line to cut at. It can be hard to see but essentially the line is where the seal the cardboard around the foil pill casing. Once you cut below that, the rest is easy! I do this once I get my pills and it save me so much time in the long run!
Hope this helps!
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You can cut the pills out of the cardboard container!! (I am not the first person to come up with this, I actually saw it posted on here first.) I wanted to provide some pictures to show you how!
The pictures are pretty self explanatory, but the main thing I wanted to get across is the slight line to cut at. It can be hard to see but essentially the line is where the seal the cardboard around the foil pill casing. Once you cut below that, the rest is easy! I do this once I get my pills and it save me so much time in the long run!
Hope this helps!
2024.04.25 19:52 DobbyLovesSocks I had a big success today!
When I started therapy for emetophobia I dreamed of one day being able to comfort the children I work with when they’re sick (I work in a school office so I usually leave a teaching assistant or teacher to look after them), but it seemed so out of reach I was hoping to just… not be suicidal all the time over the concept of vomit lol
Today a child puked and luckily her grandma was already coming to collect her because she hadn’t been feeling well, so it was literally two minutes after she threw up that her grandma got there. I got her a cardboard/medical bowl for in case she threw up again on the way home, and I went to her classroom to take her to her grandma. The vomit was covered by paper towels when I got there so I couldn’t see anything, but while I was waiting for the girl to come out of the bathroom I watched a teaching assistant pick them up and I saw the puke and it wasn’t that gross. I was so impressed that the teaching assistant picked them up bare-handed and didn’t get any vomit on her hands! I spoke to her later and she said that her daughter is very pukey so she’s well-practiced, haha. When the girl came out of the bathroom the teaching assistant asked her to pick up her coat and her backpack, but she was struggling to hold them and the sick bowl at the same time and I could tell she was feeling worried/like she might throw up again and she wanted to keep the bowl near her face/be ready, so I carried her coat that had vomit on it and her backpack, and I rubbed her back and spoke to her as we were walking to meet her grandma in the office. I hung around and spoke to her grandma a little once I handed everything over. I went and washed my hands once, and I had a little rush of energy after but I felt excited to tell my therapist about it and celebrate my progress instead of getting anxious. I did drop a little after and felt nauseous, and I ate a ginger candy to try to keep the refluxy taste out of my mouth and calm myself down, because I think the nerves gave me some acid reflux temporarily but I moved on from it within about five or ten minutes and I’ve been fine all day since.
She didn’t actually vomit while I was with her but she kept holding the bowl up to her chin suddenly and coughing/gagging, and I was kind of hoping she wouldn’t throw up but it felt like it would be survivable if she was, and I’d still be able to look after her and get her to the office.
I also know that once of the teaching assistants in her class is really bad with vomit and I spoke to her later and congratulated her on how she dealt with it, because she normally bolts when one of them throws up but she did the bulk of the cleanup until the other teaching assistant took over around the time I got there, and I think she deserves to be celebrated for that. But it feels funny to be the one who’s “better” at dealing with vomit as someone who has previously struggled to even leave the house because of this phobia.
It might not be so manageable next time a child is sick (I’ve had big ups and downs recovery-wise this year, I’m so aware that recovery is not linear) but this time I feel so light without the usual weight of anxiety I’d be carrying when something like this happens.
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Today a child puked and luckily her grandma was already coming to collect her because she hadn’t been feeling well, so it was literally two minutes after she threw up that her grandma got there. I got her a cardboard/medical bowl for in case she threw up again on the way home, and I went to her classroom to take her to her grandma. The vomit was covered by paper towels when I got there so I couldn’t see anything, but while I was waiting for the girl to come out of the bathroom I watched a teaching assistant pick them up and I saw the puke and it wasn’t that gross. I was so impressed that the teaching assistant picked them up bare-handed and didn’t get any vomit on her hands! I spoke to her later and she said that her daughter is very pukey so she’s well-practiced, haha. When the girl came out of the bathroom the teaching assistant asked her to pick up her coat and her backpack, but she was struggling to hold them and the sick bowl at the same time and I could tell she was feeling worried/like she might throw up again and she wanted to keep the bowl near her face/be ready, so I carried her coat that had vomit on it and her backpack, and I rubbed her back and spoke to her as we were walking to meet her grandma in the office. I hung around and spoke to her grandma a little once I handed everything over. I went and washed my hands once, and I had a little rush of energy after but I felt excited to tell my therapist about it and celebrate my progress instead of getting anxious. I did drop a little after and felt nauseous, and I ate a ginger candy to try to keep the refluxy taste out of my mouth and calm myself down, because I think the nerves gave me some acid reflux temporarily but I moved on from it within about five or ten minutes and I’ve been fine all day since.
She didn’t actually vomit while I was with her but she kept holding the bowl up to her chin suddenly and coughing/gagging, and I was kind of hoping she wouldn’t throw up but it felt like it would be survivable if she was, and I’d still be able to look after her and get her to the office.
I also know that once of the teaching assistants in her class is really bad with vomit and I spoke to her later and congratulated her on how she dealt with it, because she normally bolts when one of them throws up but she did the bulk of the cleanup until the other teaching assistant took over around the time I got there, and I think she deserves to be celebrated for that. But it feels funny to be the one who’s “better” at dealing with vomit as someone who has previously struggled to even leave the house because of this phobia.
It might not be so manageable next time a child is sick (I’ve had big ups and downs recovery-wise this year, I’m so aware that recovery is not linear) but this time I feel so light without the usual weight of anxiety I’d be carrying when something like this happens.
2024.04.24 03:55 windkirby Animal Crossing Pocket Camp v5.6.0 Update
 | https://preview.redd.it/4hji7nzywbwc1.png?width=128&format=png&auto=webp&s=9d9b4c3f1e68153cbbda72c7c6878156d388b2fb submitted by windkirby to ACPocketCamp [link] [comments] Greetings, dharma initiates! May’s update is nearly upon us, which means it’s the perfect time for April’s datamine summary… or as I guess they’re becoming, an end-of-month recap! With all of that pesky harmonious business taken care of in March, April’s offerings come stuffed-to-the-buns with Bunny Day festivities and homestead hijinks… all in a lovely shade of pink! (If you’re not into pink, well… life can be cruel.) Thanks as always to Miranda, Bassieeee, and Ray for help datamining, and without further ado, let’s get cracking on these springtime shellebrations. Twitter preview for April 2024 in Pocket Camp
Below is an infographic for the rewards for the new batch of creatures for late March until likely late June when given to villagers asking for any fish or bug. All regular currently available creatures included, limited-time goals creatures excluded. Requested bugs and fish are marked with a thought bubble. (Please note rewards for a specific fish/bug request differ slightly from "any" requests, 4 heart points and 1,000 bells for an uncommon request for example rather than 3/1,500.) Common requested shells for this period are coral, scallop shell, and venus comb while pearl oyster is as always an uncommon unrequested shell. https://preview.redd.it/bt7m3p1oxbwc1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=77243a4290596f7b19ddcfc5c17dd06481a8aa99
Event preview image for Zipper's Sakura Bunny Day gardening event; tip screen for glowing pink sky; tip screen for Gayle's home cookie; autodesigner images using glowing pink sky and items from April's main three events
Tip screens for Bunny & Carrot Collection, Bunny Day Wall & Floor Collection, and Flower Clock Fountain
Event preview image for the Sakura Kitchen Fishing Tourney; tip screens for Kitchen Apron Collection, Cute Pink Wall & Floor Collection, and Pashmina's Bouquet Cookie; craft appeal image for Untidy Room Scavenger Hunt
And that’s all of April’s hippity-hoppin’-haps! May is colloquially known as Pocket Camp’s wildcard month… Egyptian pyramids, soggy farmlands, sushi-fueled ninjas, rock concerts, crystal lakes—you name it! So next month’s theming is anyone’s guess, but we won’t have to speculate for long as the Twitter preview and update are due just around the corner. Until then, thanks for reading, and remember, if you hear a springity step coming up behind you… watch your back! But definitely don’t watch Zipper’s, because there’s nothing to see there. —Woodsy |
2024.04.20 03:31 A_person_from_Asia I think I’m not smart enough to become an engineer. Should I just go into Art?
I’m a junior in high school, I transfer a lot and sophomore year (last year) I completely fell out of love for Art when my new school offered art class which was Drawing and Painting only.
The previous art classes i took were less structured and usually let me do whatever I wanted which was mostly cardboard crafts, clay sculptures and 3-D projects. Also during that time I took my first year of intro to engineering and I didn’t feel too strongly about it in that classroom classroom due to my teacher being incompetent and he was more interested in being the basketball coach. I spent most of that classroom doing nothing but the other portion of that time was spent with me trying to figure out how to use the single 3d printer in that classroom that was absolutely ancient. Now bear with me as I know my format is ass but, also during that time I broke my phone. Being absolutely terrified to admit this to my parents, I asked around the universities around me pitching the idea of a student led club that uses old and lost phones (found in their campuses) to reform the lackluster engineering classroom.
It worked. Now I had a new project on my hands where I fixed up lost phones to benefit myself and I got a new phone out of fixing and repairing screens and hardware, disabling the icloud lock etc. (This might be criminal activity but this was the birth to my engineering passion, and I have been told that I have a very out of the box thinking which maybe it will be helpful for an engineering career)
Now that I’ve transferred again, I left my phone fixing club back at my old school and my current engineering teacher absolutely sees my passion. I’ve mastered CAD and Fusion 360, though there’s still a long way to go I am happy with the progress I’ve made in learning it —as last year I didn’t use fusion at all. I’m decent at soldering, extremely good with 3d printing and lazer cutting, and familiar with how wires and batteries & motors work. Next year I will be learning it on a deeper scale such as bread boards Arduino and etc. but I’m super happy in that classroom. +Teacher told me to join robotics next competition season, which I am so happy to do but I worry that I don’t have enough experience.
On top of that I also worry that on a bigger scale this might not be applicable in the real world and that I have a better shot at success with art if I continue art with the effort I put into engineering. I will still be taking art next year but I’m going into AP 3-D art, a driving factor for me to take AP 3-D art is that If I pull up with a compound machine and make very pretty it would still be “3-D art” but if my schedule doesn’t work out that is the first class I will drop. I really do want to be a product design enginee pursue a mechanical engineering degree (or industrial) but really I doubt that I have the smarts for that. For me success is how happy I am doing it and the long term financial stability it will give me. But this “how happy I am doing it” factor takes into account of the hefty courses that I might struggle with and the fact that engineering might not be all that fun outside the classroom. It’s just that precal and physics aren’t my best suit as I’m rather better at pitching ideas and more into social studies rather than math and science. But I really do have a passion for engineering but I don’t know if this is something that could become a career for me.
Sorry if I sound so negative but I’m extremely worried that engineering might have to take the back seat and continue as a hobby while I pursue art as a professional degree because it is “simpler”to do.
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The previous art classes i took were less structured and usually let me do whatever I wanted which was mostly cardboard crafts, clay sculptures and 3-D projects. Also during that time I took my first year of intro to engineering and I didn’t feel too strongly about it in that classroom classroom due to my teacher being incompetent and he was more interested in being the basketball coach. I spent most of that classroom doing nothing but the other portion of that time was spent with me trying to figure out how to use the single 3d printer in that classroom that was absolutely ancient. Now bear with me as I know my format is ass but, also during that time I broke my phone. Being absolutely terrified to admit this to my parents, I asked around the universities around me pitching the idea of a student led club that uses old and lost phones (found in their campuses) to reform the lackluster engineering classroom.
It worked. Now I had a new project on my hands where I fixed up lost phones to benefit myself and I got a new phone out of fixing and repairing screens and hardware, disabling the icloud lock etc. (This might be criminal activity but this was the birth to my engineering passion, and I have been told that I have a very out of the box thinking which maybe it will be helpful for an engineering career)
Now that I’ve transferred again, I left my phone fixing club back at my old school and my current engineering teacher absolutely sees my passion. I’ve mastered CAD and Fusion 360, though there’s still a long way to go I am happy with the progress I’ve made in learning it —as last year I didn’t use fusion at all. I’m decent at soldering, extremely good with 3d printing and lazer cutting, and familiar with how wires and batteries & motors work. Next year I will be learning it on a deeper scale such as bread boards Arduino and etc. but I’m super happy in that classroom. +Teacher told me to join robotics next competition season, which I am so happy to do but I worry that I don’t have enough experience.
On top of that I also worry that on a bigger scale this might not be applicable in the real world and that I have a better shot at success with art if I continue art with the effort I put into engineering. I will still be taking art next year but I’m going into AP 3-D art, a driving factor for me to take AP 3-D art is that If I pull up with a compound machine and make very pretty it would still be “3-D art” but if my schedule doesn’t work out that is the first class I will drop. I really do want to be a product design enginee pursue a mechanical engineering degree (or industrial) but really I doubt that I have the smarts for that. For me success is how happy I am doing it and the long term financial stability it will give me. But this “how happy I am doing it” factor takes into account of the hefty courses that I might struggle with and the fact that engineering might not be all that fun outside the classroom. It’s just that precal and physics aren’t my best suit as I’m rather better at pitching ideas and more into social studies rather than math and science. But I really do have a passion for engineering but I don’t know if this is something that could become a career for me.
Sorry if I sound so negative but I’m extremely worried that engineering might have to take the back seat and continue as a hobby while I pursue art as a professional degree because it is “simpler”to do.
2024.04.19 03:11 CrystalStarshine Badly need reassurance - coughing non-stop after moving mulch
First thing - I suffer pretty severe anxiety and mainly need constructive, reassuring advice.
I'm trying to help my kids' elementary school set up their outdoor classroom. They needed to fill their new raised garden beds, preferably over spring break.
I found free mulch online and put down cardboard in the back of my van and loaded upabout a cubic yard. I could tell the pile was cooking as I used my hands to fill bins. I unloaded it at the school - probably 3 hours of breathing the stuff total. I still need to load more mulch tomorrow and go move a pickup full of compost.
I am coughing up a lung tonight. I now realize I should have worn a mask, but it's a little late for that. I took an allergy pill because an allergy test I took when I was around ten said I was allergic to mold. Oximeter reads between 96-97.
I googled it, hoping to figure out something to do about it...seems rather silly to think drinking tea would help your lungs, but I was hoping for something that would make me feel like I was doing something.
Google has given me at least 3 possible things that could kill me from breathing mulch. I REALLY (really, really, really) could use some reassurance that this stuff happens and people recover, learn their lesson and move on. Please.
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I'm trying to help my kids' elementary school set up their outdoor classroom. They needed to fill their new raised garden beds, preferably over spring break.
I found free mulch online and put down cardboard in the back of my van and loaded upabout a cubic yard. I could tell the pile was cooking as I used my hands to fill bins. I unloaded it at the school - probably 3 hours of breathing the stuff total. I still need to load more mulch tomorrow and go move a pickup full of compost.
I am coughing up a lung tonight. I now realize I should have worn a mask, but it's a little late for that. I took an allergy pill because an allergy test I took when I was around ten said I was allergic to mold. Oximeter reads between 96-97.
I googled it, hoping to figure out something to do about it...seems rather silly to think drinking tea would help your lungs, but I was hoping for something that would make me feel like I was doing something.
Google has given me at least 3 possible things that could kill me from breathing mulch. I REALLY (really, really, really) could use some reassurance that this stuff happens and people recover, learn their lesson and move on. Please.
2024.04.16 17:39 Practical-Ad-8595 How do you all feel about CFA scheduling final exams in Buchanan?
Personally, I don’t like it. Buchanan is huge and can accommodate way more students for sure, but idk I really don’t like taking finals there.
1) They try to put way too many students in one classroom and there doesn’t seem to be any coherence wrt all the students in 1 room starting their exam at the same time (and ending it at different times) or something. There are so many students constantly walking in and out of the rooms.
2) To top that, they want the students to keep the bags inside the rooms. Many students won’t take out their stuff from beforehand, so there will constantly be noise because people will be going through their bags to get their pens and snacks and water bottles etc.
3) personally I’ve found that the earplugs don’t help with all this noise and disturbance.
4) overall desk space is less because of the damn cardboard dividers!
5) The “check-in” area being on the same floor as the exam halls also contributes to the disturbance. There are definitely way more people who use the CFA for final exams than for midterms, it’s definitely going to be crowded and noisy. Why not just do it on another floor? UBC surely isn’t that small lol.
What do you guys think?
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1) They try to put way too many students in one classroom and there doesn’t seem to be any coherence wrt all the students in 1 room starting their exam at the same time (and ending it at different times) or something. There are so many students constantly walking in and out of the rooms.
2) To top that, they want the students to keep the bags inside the rooms. Many students won’t take out their stuff from beforehand, so there will constantly be noise because people will be going through their bags to get their pens and snacks and water bottles etc.
3) personally I’ve found that the earplugs don’t help with all this noise and disturbance.
4) overall desk space is less because of the damn cardboard dividers!
5) The “check-in” area being on the same floor as the exam halls also contributes to the disturbance. There are definitely way more people who use the CFA for final exams than for midterms, it’s definitely going to be crowded and noisy. Why not just do it on another floor? UBC surely isn’t that small lol.
What do you guys think?
2024.04.16 06:48 Brian3458 Help w My Bully Cat And Omega Girls Get along!
Cat behavior advice? I have two 8 year old female cats. One is kind of a bully to the other. They are littermates. A while back the smaller one, B, had an incident so I took both of them to the vet. (I thought B was ill. She defecated in the bed right next to me!!!) I separated them in my small apartment, as Cat A was bullying Cat B to the point B was not using the litter box, either! This went on for a day or two as I discovered when cleaning the bed! I took them both to the ER vet thinking something major was the issue. (Like maybe B's urine smelled off or whatever) There wasn't anything wrong aside from A bullying B.
Since I separated them, anytime they get close they fight across the cardboard "gate" which I use to keep them separate. Sometimes Cat A goes into B's area and she shows her dominance by using B's litter box. I don't want to rehome Cat B! They have lots of toys, and cubby holes, I have a big tree for A. I have gotten pheromones, and over the counter "bully pills", but A has a strong hunter instinct, so that is part of it. I play with them, and they do not always fight. I work FT and I am away 5 days a week. They are both really good at using their boxes now and w separate feeding areas are ok. B likes to jump and be up on high areas and watches A, who cannot jump well and weighs a lot, LOL. It really got bad when I moved into this tiny 350 sq ft studio, where before B would just run away when I had a much bigger unit.
What more can I do to get them to get along like when they were kittens? thank you!
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Since I separated them, anytime they get close they fight across the cardboard "gate" which I use to keep them separate. Sometimes Cat A goes into B's area and she shows her dominance by using B's litter box. I don't want to rehome Cat B! They have lots of toys, and cubby holes, I have a big tree for A. I have gotten pheromones, and over the counter "bully pills", but A has a strong hunter instinct, so that is part of it. I play with them, and they do not always fight. I work FT and I am away 5 days a week. They are both really good at using their boxes now and w separate feeding areas are ok. B likes to jump and be up on high areas and watches A, who cannot jump well and weighs a lot, LOL. It really got bad when I moved into this tiny 350 sq ft studio, where before B would just run away when I had a much bigger unit.
What more can I do to get them to get along like when they were kittens? thank you!
2024.04.15 22:52 CatWatt April 15th Special Days - Featuring Titanic Freebies!
2024.04.13 21:23 No-Concentrate9964 Non-Renewed after Year 1. Depressed & completely lacking confidence in my abilities to do anything.
Greetings, all! I just need an outlet to air all this out to people who may understand, and this sub was all I could think of. I’m a 27 year old male btw, if that’s relevant info at all.
I have a B.S in Business Admin with an HR concentration that I obtained in December 2018. I worked an HR internship, a job in recruitment for a staffing agency, and also did onboarding for a massive healthcare corporation. I’d never been more miserable. I reflected on how much I’ve enjoyed working with kids over the years. I’d worked in summer camps and children’s museums when younger, as well as things like teaching Sunday school when I was more religious. I’m also nearly a decade older than my younger siblings and acted as a third parent to them, as well as numerous younger cousins.
I began my nearly 2.5 year journey into my MAT degree (Masters of Arts in Teaching, ELEM ED) in August 2020. I left my apartment and moved in with my grandparents for nearly 2 years to save money for tuition. I worked as a Barista while pursuing my Masters. I went through preclinical experiences, student teaching, edTPA, three modules of state tests (and tested again in another state later on to transfer my cert.), and wrote enough papers within my coursework to formulate into multiple novels. I finally graduated in December 2022.
I spent the entire 2022-23 school year as an RBT (got my cert. in that as well). I had some struggles in that profession, but that’s for another post. I met my duties adequately, but chose to resign because I was now a licensed teacher. Fast forward to the 2023-24 school year…. I’m a Co-Teacher for a 2nd Grade classroom at a Title 1 Charter School. Our students primarily come from a low-income, relatively high-crime part of town with a failing public school district.
My co-teacher has been chronically absent which often results in me having 32 children alone. She missed a lot of days before even getting injured, but she sustained an injury on March 22 that has her out until April 23. We normally have 28 kids, but another teacher in our grade hasn’t been to work since March 25. Therefore, they split her class, and I often get 4 of her kids to bring the total to 32.
When I can actually teach, I feel the quality of my instruction is decent. I’ve heard the same from admin. However, I’m not able to actually teach often at all. About half of the kids have zero respect for me and will say things like I’m a witch, I’m fat, I’m a clown, I’m a liar, or will straight up say “fuck you”. I spend about 75% of the day breaking up violent fights, calling/messaging home, sending kids to admin, cleaning up the destruction they’ve left in the room and encouraging the kids to help me clean, telling children to return to their seats, asking kids to get out of cubbies, and basically begging students to complete work.
The thing is… they get it together for certain adults, somewhat. Such as my co-teacher, the teacher next door, the Dean, the vice principal. There are other staff members I’ve seen them totally disrespect as well. These include the gym teacher, the art teacher, and a co-teacher from another grade who’s come to help me out a few times.
Their grades… don’t get me started on their grades. And now we get to the main point of this long, rambling blurb. I was non-renewed. However, I was never issued a PIP. I was also never told by my coach that I was in danger of non-renewal. I was even told that my demo lesson with the class as part of my interview process went splendidly. All of this has made me feel like I can’t succeed at anything, and I’m doomed to fail at whatever I do. I wouldn’t mind teaching smaller groups of kids, but that’s usually for SPED teachers and I’m not SPED certified. I’ve also been told try new schools and new grades, but I’m super indecisive on if that’s the answer. Maybe I get a library job, tutor, or be a mail carrier? I’ve applied to a bunch of other schools and never heard back. Any words of encouragement and/or advice would mean the world.
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I have a B.S in Business Admin with an HR concentration that I obtained in December 2018. I worked an HR internship, a job in recruitment for a staffing agency, and also did onboarding for a massive healthcare corporation. I’d never been more miserable. I reflected on how much I’ve enjoyed working with kids over the years. I’d worked in summer camps and children’s museums when younger, as well as things like teaching Sunday school when I was more religious. I’m also nearly a decade older than my younger siblings and acted as a third parent to them, as well as numerous younger cousins.
I began my nearly 2.5 year journey into my MAT degree (Masters of Arts in Teaching, ELEM ED) in August 2020. I left my apartment and moved in with my grandparents for nearly 2 years to save money for tuition. I worked as a Barista while pursuing my Masters. I went through preclinical experiences, student teaching, edTPA, three modules of state tests (and tested again in another state later on to transfer my cert.), and wrote enough papers within my coursework to formulate into multiple novels. I finally graduated in December 2022.
I spent the entire 2022-23 school year as an RBT (got my cert. in that as well). I had some struggles in that profession, but that’s for another post. I met my duties adequately, but chose to resign because I was now a licensed teacher. Fast forward to the 2023-24 school year…. I’m a Co-Teacher for a 2nd Grade classroom at a Title 1 Charter School. Our students primarily come from a low-income, relatively high-crime part of town with a failing public school district.
My co-teacher has been chronically absent which often results in me having 32 children alone. She missed a lot of days before even getting injured, but she sustained an injury on March 22 that has her out until April 23. We normally have 28 kids, but another teacher in our grade hasn’t been to work since March 25. Therefore, they split her class, and I often get 4 of her kids to bring the total to 32.
When I can actually teach, I feel the quality of my instruction is decent. I’ve heard the same from admin. However, I’m not able to actually teach often at all. About half of the kids have zero respect for me and will say things like I’m a witch, I’m fat, I’m a clown, I’m a liar, or will straight up say “fuck you”. I spend about 75% of the day breaking up violent fights, calling/messaging home, sending kids to admin, cleaning up the destruction they’ve left in the room and encouraging the kids to help me clean, telling children to return to their seats, asking kids to get out of cubbies, and basically begging students to complete work.
The thing is… they get it together for certain adults, somewhat. Such as my co-teacher, the teacher next door, the Dean, the vice principal. There are other staff members I’ve seen them totally disrespect as well. These include the gym teacher, the art teacher, and a co-teacher from another grade who’s come to help me out a few times.
Their grades… don’t get me started on their grades. And now we get to the main point of this long, rambling blurb. I was non-renewed. However, I was never issued a PIP. I was also never told by my coach that I was in danger of non-renewal. I was even told that my demo lesson with the class as part of my interview process went splendidly. All of this has made me feel like I can’t succeed at anything, and I’m doomed to fail at whatever I do. I wouldn’t mind teaching smaller groups of kids, but that’s usually for SPED teachers and I’m not SPED certified. I’ve also been told try new schools and new grades, but I’m super indecisive on if that’s the answer. Maybe I get a library job, tutor, or be a mail carrier? I’ve applied to a bunch of other schools and never heard back. Any words of encouragement and/or advice would mean the world.
2024.04.13 21:19 No-Concentrate9964 Feel Like a Failure & Severely Depressed- what’s next?
Greetings, all! I just need an outlet to air all this out to people who may understand, and this sub was all I could think of. I’m a 27 year old male btw, if that’s relevant info at all.
I have a B.S in Business Admin with an HR concentration that I obtained in December 2018. I worked an HR internship, a job in recruitment for a staffing agency, and also did onboarding for a massive healthcare corporation. I’d never been more miserable. I reflected on how much I’ve enjoyed working with kids over the years. I’d worked in summer camps and children’s museums when younger, as well as things like teaching Sunday school when I was more religious. I’m also nearly a decade older than my younger siblings and acted as a third parent to them, as well as numerous younger cousins.
I began my nearly 2.5 year journey into my MAT degree (Masters of Arts in Teaching, ELEM ED) in August 2020. I left my apartment and moved in with my grandparents for nearly 2 years to save money for tuition. I worked as a Barista while pursuing my Masters. I went through preclinical experiences, student teaching, edTPA, three modules of state tests (and tested again in another state later on to transfer my cert.), and wrote enough papers within my coursework to formulate into multiple novels. I finally graduated in December 2022.
I spent the entire 2022-23 school year as an RBT (got my cert. in that as well). I had some struggles in that profession, but that’s for another post. I met my duties adequately, but chose to resign because I was now a licensed teacher. Fast forward to the 2023-24 school year…. I’m a Co-Teacher for a 2nd Grade classroom at a Title 1 Charter School. Our students primarily come from a low-income, relatively high-crime part of town with a failing public school district.
My co-teacher has been chronically absent which often results in me having 32 children alone. She missed a lot of days before even getting injured, but she sustained an injury on March 22 that has her out until April 23. We normally have 28 kids, but another teacher in our grade hasn’t been to work since March 25. Therefore, they split her class, and I often get 4 of her kids to bring the total to 32.
When I can actually teach, I feel the quality of my instruction is decent. I’ve heard the same from admin. However, I’m not able to actually teach often at all. About half of the kids have zero respect for me and will say things like I’m a witch, I’m fat, I’m a clown, I’m a liar, or will straight up say “fuck you”. I spend about 75% of the day breaking up violent fights, calling/messaging home, sending kids to admin, cleaning up the destruction they’ve left in the room and encouraging the kids to help me clean, telling children to return to their seats, asking kids to get out of cubbies, and basically begging students to complete work.
The thing is… they get it together for certain adults, somewhat. Such as my co-teacher, the teacher next door, the Dean, the vice principal. There are other staff members I’ve seen them totally disrespect as well. These include the gym teacher, the art teacher, and a co-teacher from another grade who’s come to help me out a few times.
Their grades… don’t get me started on their grades. And now we get to the main point of this long, rambling blurb. I was non-renewed. However, I was never issued a PIP. I was also never told by my coach that I was in danger of non-renewal. I was even told that my demo lesson with the class as part of my interview process went splendidly. All of this has made me feel like I can’t succeed at anything, and I’m doomed to fail at whatever I do. I wouldn’t mind teaching smaller groups of kids, but that’s usually for SPED teachers and I’m not SPED certified. I’ve also been told try new schools and new grades, but I’m super indecisive on if that’s the answer. Maybe I get a library job, tutor, or be a mail carrier? I’ve applied to a bunch of other schools and never heard back. Any words of encouragement and/or advice would mean the world.
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I have a B.S in Business Admin with an HR concentration that I obtained in December 2018. I worked an HR internship, a job in recruitment for a staffing agency, and also did onboarding for a massive healthcare corporation. I’d never been more miserable. I reflected on how much I’ve enjoyed working with kids over the years. I’d worked in summer camps and children’s museums when younger, as well as things like teaching Sunday school when I was more religious. I’m also nearly a decade older than my younger siblings and acted as a third parent to them, as well as numerous younger cousins.
I began my nearly 2.5 year journey into my MAT degree (Masters of Arts in Teaching, ELEM ED) in August 2020. I left my apartment and moved in with my grandparents for nearly 2 years to save money for tuition. I worked as a Barista while pursuing my Masters. I went through preclinical experiences, student teaching, edTPA, three modules of state tests (and tested again in another state later on to transfer my cert.), and wrote enough papers within my coursework to formulate into multiple novels. I finally graduated in December 2022.
I spent the entire 2022-23 school year as an RBT (got my cert. in that as well). I had some struggles in that profession, but that’s for another post. I met my duties adequately, but chose to resign because I was now a licensed teacher. Fast forward to the 2023-24 school year…. I’m a Co-Teacher for a 2nd Grade classroom at a Title 1 Charter School. Our students primarily come from a low-income, relatively high-crime part of town with a failing public school district.
My co-teacher has been chronically absent which often results in me having 32 children alone. She missed a lot of days before even getting injured, but she sustained an injury on March 22 that has her out until April 23. We normally have 28 kids, but another teacher in our grade hasn’t been to work since March 25. Therefore, they split her class, and I often get 4 of her kids to bring the total to 32.
When I can actually teach, I feel the quality of my instruction is decent. I’ve heard the same from admin. However, I’m not able to actually teach often at all. About half of the kids have zero respect for me and will say things like I’m a witch, I’m fat, I’m a clown, I’m a liar, or will straight up say “fuck you”. I spend about 75% of the day breaking up violent fights, calling/messaging home, sending kids to admin, cleaning up the destruction they’ve left in the room and encouraging the kids to help me clean, telling children to return to their seats, asking kids to get out of cubbies, and basically begging students to complete work.
The thing is… they get it together for certain adults, somewhat. Such as my co-teacher, the teacher next door, the Dean, the vice principal. There are other staff members I’ve seen them totally disrespect as well. These include the gym teacher, the art teacher, and a co-teacher from another grade who’s come to help me out a few times.
Their grades… don’t get me started on their grades. And now we get to the main point of this long, rambling blurb. I was non-renewed. However, I was never issued a PIP. I was also never told by my coach that I was in danger of non-renewal. I was even told that my demo lesson with the class as part of my interview process went splendidly. All of this has made me feel like I can’t succeed at anything, and I’m doomed to fail at whatever I do. I wouldn’t mind teaching smaller groups of kids, but that’s usually for SPED teachers and I’m not SPED certified. I’ve also been told try new schools and new grades, but I’m super indecisive on if that’s the answer. Maybe I get a library job, tutor, or be a mail carrier? I’ve applied to a bunch of other schools and never heard back. Any words of encouragement and/or advice would mean the world.
2024.04.12 17:50 comfy_seaotter Am I jumping to conclusions or did I just get bait and switched?
This is a long one, feel free to skip to the TLDR. I (22F) live in Washington State and have a bachelors degree in education and experience working with kids. For the past few months I had been working an office job that payed $25/hr but decided it wasn't for me and began searching for other work. I landed a job with a Montessori school as an assistant toddler teacher for children aged 18-24 months. The job required a high school diploma only as a minimum. The pay listed on the job posting ranged from $20-$23, and during the interview with the head of the school, when asked about my pay expectations, I explained that I am currently paid $25 at my office job but was willing to work for $23 due to the other benefits of this job. Mainly location (bikeable for me), paid lunch break, and getting to work the opening shift (morning person). I said that considering my education and experiences I wouldn't work for less than $23. The next day they sent me a text asking if I would be open to working in the 12-18month range class for the first three months. A little odd to change the age group but I agreed, and soon after they sent me an offer letter for $23/hr. I put in my two weeks at my office job and was excited to start my new role. On April 1st I began working in the 12-18 month classroom. I worked with a lead teacher and another assistant teacher to teach 9 children - a great ratio. As with any job there was a learning curve. Learning the kids names, where supplies are kept, the daily routine…
After my first couple days I got sick. My coworkers said this happens to everyone in their first month and to just take it easy. Unfortunately my birthday was that week and I had to cancel my family plans due to the sickness. However i continued to come into work because I wasn't the only sick teacher, and I could still be helpful. I also wanted to make a good impression.
The lead teacher was incredibly chill and emphasized that in her class, she doesn't want to rush things and instead give the children the chance to be independent and complete tasks themselves. I was given the feedback that I was really great at coaching the kids and being patient with them as they washed their hands, assisted in their own diaper changes, solved puzzles, etc. By the end of my first week I was feeling like I was really getting into my groove. On Friday, the head of the school (the one who interviewed me) explained that next week was spring break for the 12-18 month class, and the older toddler classes would be merged from 3 separate classes to 2 classes for the week. She asked if I could work the closing shift that week. Due to the merging and asking me to work a different shift, it seemed clear there was a staffing issue. I agreed to do it for one week. Again, I wasn't thrilled to work closing but it is only a week and I want to show that I am a team player.
Come this Monday, and I am working with different co workers and different kids, in a different classroom. The head of the school came in for a few hours as well on Monday and Tuesday and helped out. It was more of a challenge due to the higher volume of kids (about 20) and this classroom was more poorly organized. For example, the diaper changing room had bags of diapers in a huge pile. Some of which were not labelled with the kids names. One sweet little girl also took the liberty of peeling off all the name label stickers from everyone's cubbies - so I also do not know whose items are whose at a glance. I am struggling to remember these new kids names as it is. However once again, my coworkers were patient and helpful to me. They told me I was doing a nice job and one commented that she felt bad I was suddenly moved after my first week and it must be so chaotic for me. Although it was difficult and I was still feeling sick, my spirits were high.
On Wednesday a couple hours before closing, a coworker informs me that the head of the school wants me to come to her office after work. After work I biked home, only to realize as I walked in my front door that I had completely forgotten to see the head in her office. I immediately called and apologized to her. She said it was fine and we could talk the next day after school. I asked, “Is this regarding some new hire paperwork? Is there anything you would like me to bring?” She said no, there was a concern that came up about me that we needed to talk out. She emphasized we could talk tomorrow and said goodbye.
As you can imagine I was on edge for the next 24 hours. I was desperately trying to think of anything I could have done that would be a concern. I had been following directions fine and my coworkers had given no indication that I had done anything wrong. And so, yesterday after closing I went to the office to speak with the head. She asked how I felt about the job so far and I explained that it's been hectic switching classes after just one week, but overall I feel like things are going well and I am getting the hang of things. I pointed out that my coworkers had been very helpful giving me tips and answering questions, and I feel very welcomed here. The head then proceeded to give me an enormous laundry list of things she observed that I was doing wrong. Afterwards I listed everything from the conversation in a bullet point list just to be sure I wouldn't forget anything. In total there were 14 things, some of which contradicted other points. Here are some of them: - Told I am walking around too much during recess - Told I am standing in one spot too much during recess, and need to walk around more - She apparently timed me during a diaper change and it took me 4 minutes per child on average (of ~20 kids. Mind you some of them pooped, which takes longer to clean) - Told I am not interacting one-on-one with the kids enough - Told I tend to focus one-on-one with kids, and am not watching over everyone broadly enough - Told I need to be given direction and am not taking enough initiative - hindering the other teachers and taking away from the kids’ time - During recess one day I had my hands in my pockets (It was raining. I had never been told hands in pockets wasn't allowed)
The list goes on. She said I have already been working 9 days and I am not doing well. I was very open to her criticisms and explained that most of what she had said was due to me being new to the spring break classroom and children. I said I value her feedback and feel these issues are either easy fixes or would become better with a little more time.
I apologized that I haven't been meeting her expectations and she said I didn't need to be sorry. I explained the reasoning behind a couple things (i.e. I wasn't fast with the diapers because I had been encouraged to take my time, and if she wants me to go faster I can easily change the diaper without attempting to have the kids assist) Every time I explained the reasoning behind something, she would jump to a new point of criticism without acknowledging what I said. At the end of the conversation she said they would be reducing my pay from $23 to $20 for 60 days to see how I can improve. I was shocked. I told her I would need to think about that. She said that “$23 is a bit high for an assistant teacher” and wants me to decide by Wednesday next week.
I don't feel she is being reasonable at all. After the conversation I was reflecting on the situation. She never gave any indication she was observing me in the classroom when she was present. She was mostly engaged with the kids and was focused on helping out. During the conversation I asked for specific examples for some of her criticisms, and the examples she gave were very vague (although English is not her first language, so it is possible it was lost in translation?). She never came with me into the diaper changing room either - if speed was a concern, why didn't she watch me? If she had done that, she could have determined easily that I was slow because I had never been given a sense of urgency in the first place for it, and I was encouraging the kids to assist in taking off their own pants, pulling up their own diapers, etc. If I wasn't allowed to keep my hands in my pockets, why didn't she or anyone else say something in that moment? I find it strange that she compiled so many problems and gave them to me all at once in a meeting, rather than correct me on the spot.
I reread the employee handbook and it also states that the head of the school is to give all new employees a day-long orientation and training within the first 2 weeks. That certainly hasn't happened yet. Why would she cut my pay based on performance when I haven't even completed training?
I feel that she had no intention of keeping me at $23 from the start. I believe that she came up with the list to fluster me into agreeing with a lower wage. Considering that every critique was either contradicting another one brought up later in our talk, or something no one had indicated was an issue, is highly suspicious. My coworkers have given no sign that I am doing poorly. The head emphasized that I had already worked for 9 days and wasn't improving. She intended to speak with me on my 8th day. After observing me on my FIRST TWO DAYS in the new classroom - where I am not yet familiar with the routine, layout, coworkers, or children.
I am going to keep working until she forces me to decide. I will stand my ground for $23, and suggest we revisit my performance after I have completed orientation and been in the same classroom for two weeks straight. If she doesn't agree I will quit. If she does agree, I will continue to look for other work. I do not trust her and do not want to work for her.
I quit my well paying office job for this. I agreed to work with the younger age group after being interviewed for the older toddlers. I was a good sport about working the closing shift for this week. Throughout our conversation she was blank faced and didn't acknowledge me at all. Frankly, I find her behavior shady and insulting. If I agreed to the $20 for 60 days, I highly doubt she would raise the pay back up, no matter how well I do. In this area, I could make the same money working in retail and fast food. I think this was planned. Am I being unreasonable? Or have I been bait and switched?
Tldr: Quit my office job ($25/hr) to work with toddlers ($23/hr) at a Montessori school. After my first week I temporarily moved to a different classroom with different kids and coworkers. The head of the school observed me on my first and second days in the new classroom, and said due to my poor performance they will cut my pay down to $20/hr. Was this planned, or am I jumping to conclusions?
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After my first couple days I got sick. My coworkers said this happens to everyone in their first month and to just take it easy. Unfortunately my birthday was that week and I had to cancel my family plans due to the sickness. However i continued to come into work because I wasn't the only sick teacher, and I could still be helpful. I also wanted to make a good impression.
The lead teacher was incredibly chill and emphasized that in her class, she doesn't want to rush things and instead give the children the chance to be independent and complete tasks themselves. I was given the feedback that I was really great at coaching the kids and being patient with them as they washed their hands, assisted in their own diaper changes, solved puzzles, etc. By the end of my first week I was feeling like I was really getting into my groove. On Friday, the head of the school (the one who interviewed me) explained that next week was spring break for the 12-18 month class, and the older toddler classes would be merged from 3 separate classes to 2 classes for the week. She asked if I could work the closing shift that week. Due to the merging and asking me to work a different shift, it seemed clear there was a staffing issue. I agreed to do it for one week. Again, I wasn't thrilled to work closing but it is only a week and I want to show that I am a team player.
Come this Monday, and I am working with different co workers and different kids, in a different classroom. The head of the school came in for a few hours as well on Monday and Tuesday and helped out. It was more of a challenge due to the higher volume of kids (about 20) and this classroom was more poorly organized. For example, the diaper changing room had bags of diapers in a huge pile. Some of which were not labelled with the kids names. One sweet little girl also took the liberty of peeling off all the name label stickers from everyone's cubbies - so I also do not know whose items are whose at a glance. I am struggling to remember these new kids names as it is. However once again, my coworkers were patient and helpful to me. They told me I was doing a nice job and one commented that she felt bad I was suddenly moved after my first week and it must be so chaotic for me. Although it was difficult and I was still feeling sick, my spirits were high.
On Wednesday a couple hours before closing, a coworker informs me that the head of the school wants me to come to her office after work. After work I biked home, only to realize as I walked in my front door that I had completely forgotten to see the head in her office. I immediately called and apologized to her. She said it was fine and we could talk the next day after school. I asked, “Is this regarding some new hire paperwork? Is there anything you would like me to bring?” She said no, there was a concern that came up about me that we needed to talk out. She emphasized we could talk tomorrow and said goodbye.
As you can imagine I was on edge for the next 24 hours. I was desperately trying to think of anything I could have done that would be a concern. I had been following directions fine and my coworkers had given no indication that I had done anything wrong. And so, yesterday after closing I went to the office to speak with the head. She asked how I felt about the job so far and I explained that it's been hectic switching classes after just one week, but overall I feel like things are going well and I am getting the hang of things. I pointed out that my coworkers had been very helpful giving me tips and answering questions, and I feel very welcomed here. The head then proceeded to give me an enormous laundry list of things she observed that I was doing wrong. Afterwards I listed everything from the conversation in a bullet point list just to be sure I wouldn't forget anything. In total there were 14 things, some of which contradicted other points. Here are some of them: - Told I am walking around too much during recess - Told I am standing in one spot too much during recess, and need to walk around more - She apparently timed me during a diaper change and it took me 4 minutes per child on average (of ~20 kids. Mind you some of them pooped, which takes longer to clean) - Told I am not interacting one-on-one with the kids enough - Told I tend to focus one-on-one with kids, and am not watching over everyone broadly enough - Told I need to be given direction and am not taking enough initiative - hindering the other teachers and taking away from the kids’ time - During recess one day I had my hands in my pockets (It was raining. I had never been told hands in pockets wasn't allowed)
The list goes on. She said I have already been working 9 days and I am not doing well. I was very open to her criticisms and explained that most of what she had said was due to me being new to the spring break classroom and children. I said I value her feedback and feel these issues are either easy fixes or would become better with a little more time.
I apologized that I haven't been meeting her expectations and she said I didn't need to be sorry. I explained the reasoning behind a couple things (i.e. I wasn't fast with the diapers because I had been encouraged to take my time, and if she wants me to go faster I can easily change the diaper without attempting to have the kids assist) Every time I explained the reasoning behind something, she would jump to a new point of criticism without acknowledging what I said. At the end of the conversation she said they would be reducing my pay from $23 to $20 for 60 days to see how I can improve. I was shocked. I told her I would need to think about that. She said that “$23 is a bit high for an assistant teacher” and wants me to decide by Wednesday next week.
I don't feel she is being reasonable at all. After the conversation I was reflecting on the situation. She never gave any indication she was observing me in the classroom when she was present. She was mostly engaged with the kids and was focused on helping out. During the conversation I asked for specific examples for some of her criticisms, and the examples she gave were very vague (although English is not her first language, so it is possible it was lost in translation?). She never came with me into the diaper changing room either - if speed was a concern, why didn't she watch me? If she had done that, she could have determined easily that I was slow because I had never been given a sense of urgency in the first place for it, and I was encouraging the kids to assist in taking off their own pants, pulling up their own diapers, etc. If I wasn't allowed to keep my hands in my pockets, why didn't she or anyone else say something in that moment? I find it strange that she compiled so many problems and gave them to me all at once in a meeting, rather than correct me on the spot.
I reread the employee handbook and it also states that the head of the school is to give all new employees a day-long orientation and training within the first 2 weeks. That certainly hasn't happened yet. Why would she cut my pay based on performance when I haven't even completed training?
I feel that she had no intention of keeping me at $23 from the start. I believe that she came up with the list to fluster me into agreeing with a lower wage. Considering that every critique was either contradicting another one brought up later in our talk, or something no one had indicated was an issue, is highly suspicious. My coworkers have given no sign that I am doing poorly. The head emphasized that I had already worked for 9 days and wasn't improving. She intended to speak with me on my 8th day. After observing me on my FIRST TWO DAYS in the new classroom - where I am not yet familiar with the routine, layout, coworkers, or children.
I am going to keep working until she forces me to decide. I will stand my ground for $23, and suggest we revisit my performance after I have completed orientation and been in the same classroom for two weeks straight. If she doesn't agree I will quit. If she does agree, I will continue to look for other work. I do not trust her and do not want to work for her.
I quit my well paying office job for this. I agreed to work with the younger age group after being interviewed for the older toddlers. I was a good sport about working the closing shift for this week. Throughout our conversation she was blank faced and didn't acknowledge me at all. Frankly, I find her behavior shady and insulting. If I agreed to the $20 for 60 days, I highly doubt she would raise the pay back up, no matter how well I do. In this area, I could make the same money working in retail and fast food. I think this was planned. Am I being unreasonable? Or have I been bait and switched?
Tldr: Quit my office job ($25/hr) to work with toddlers ($23/hr) at a Montessori school. After my first week I temporarily moved to a different classroom with different kids and coworkers. The head of the school observed me on my first and second days in the new classroom, and said due to my poor performance they will cut my pay down to $20/hr. Was this planned, or am I jumping to conclusions?