#(though tbh latter is more like problem of the teachers than mine)

[katyspersonal]

I don’t believe it is an internalised ableism or something, I am just not feeling too happy or proud for being autistic for reasons that proven being solid for me.

It effects individuals differently, and in my case it is more like... my brain is wired specifically to cause discomfort and problems, it seems. Maybe it doesn’t help I was undiagnosed for almost my whole life nor I received proper accommodations, but like... I am still 25 and talked Enough with people, and I came to the conclusion that no matter how many social rules I memorise, no matter how many bad outcomes I try to predict, no matter how badly I try to act likeable or “normal” if you will - always, always, ALWAYS there is SOMETHING. Just SOME little thing that makes people uncomfortable, and yet they would never tell me. Either fearing to hurt me or thinking it is so ‘obvious’ that no way I am not aware - but I am not.

Because it is not about learning ‘enough’ unsaid social rules (they also change with time or depend on the culture), or, god forbid, blindly agreeing with EVERY time someone calls something bad in fear of causing a problem (there are still manipulators or people who are JUST wrong in accusations). It is about like... some ‘construct’, some ‘driver’ in the brain other people have that allows them to ‘detect’ social cues without explanations or instructions, and to always have it updated with society. Driver that I just... don’t have?

And I am doomed to always make people uncomfortable until I either die or just stop communicating with them completely. I can only say ‘World would’ve been a better place if ya’ll told your neurodivergent friend if they’re doing something wrong (and explain why so) because 9 times out of 10 they have no idea’ before I realise... Well, how would it occur to the majority that they’re dealing with an exception? Heck, most people I know irl don’t even know what autism is and still perceive it as a concept through the most stereotypical/ableist lense possible.

“Bonuses” like semi-regularly being yelled at for not getting an “obvious” thing fast enough, being compared to a robot/animal/etc (because they are ‘likewise oblivious when they do something awful because they follow pre-destined program/instincts’, you know the drill). So I just have this... way of how my brain works that guarantees I’ll be making people feel bad unintentionally AND guarantees I’ll be getting insults or seen as intellectually inferior over things I deadass don’t know how to change.

The thing is, I’d still rather not get rid of it. It is just how I am, there is nothing to “fix” because it isn’t “broken”, it is just different. That’s what I’d love - to adapt effectively. But nothing will ever be effective enough because in the end I need to ‘just get’ things and there is no ‘algorithm’ for reading the cues. And it throws me into despair sometimes.

#/vent #/ableism #autism #tbh it is less specific and more like... i've been growing more and more hopeless #i just don't know what can help me #fixing bad habits is one thing but how do you 'fix' how your brain is built? #nonetheless it causes me and others problems because everything in society is formed with allistics in mind #which is fair because they're majority! #but there is something very dark in like... accepting myself the way i am when 'the way i am' causes problems #makes me pick wording that gets misinterpreted. makes me reduce calm people into yelling at me for being 'dumb' #(though tbh latter is more like problem of the teachers than mine) #i just feel like life in human society is not for me and i don't truly belong anywhere #too 'oblivious' for intellectual elite but too 'robotic' (???) for the good guys #i've been feeling like a little kid again (in terms of helplessness) recently. i want to run but in a special way #like run from the existance itself. from humanity. from world. from space and time. #somewhere i could be myself without causing troubles or BEING troubled #yet i can't...

[bts-trash-blog]

Golden: Part 1~ Moon

Summary: Watercolor splashes, and yet all that splashed on your skin was ink, while his was gold. Cold and warm. Sweet and sour. Love and lust. Yet it made so much sense..sadly he couldn’t see it.

Pariing: Min Yoongi X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, inscrurites, smut and some mentions of past toxic relationships. Just poor Yoongi tbh.

STORY PREVIEW ._. NEXT

You always had a tenacity to overstay your welcome in this little coffee shop down the street from your apartment, especially when you get busy reading a new story, always nursing on a cup of coffee that is ice cold just to watch the sun set. You always apologized profusely as you offered to buy a leftover pastry for overstaying, though Namjoon, the owner, had grown accustomed to your watch full eyes. Always letting you stay as he closes up, even telling you some new books you should check out, Namjoon had deemed you his friend within a month of watching your schedule. You worked early mornings at a shelter as a vet tech, working too many hours for such little pay. Yet you always came to his coffee shop after you had gone home from your shift, changed from your scrubs, and sat down ordering the same old black coffee with four sugars. He nicknamed you ‘moon’, he always called you it when topping off your cup, for free, catching your attention.  When you asked him as to why he called you moon he couldn’t help but smile his wide bright dimple smile your way.

“The moon is a hidden, and overlooked beauty.”  His words had your round cheeks turn pink, as you looked down at the book in your lap, shaking your head you looked back up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“If only that was true Namjoon.” Your words were followed by a slight bow to the head, as you stood up and left, Namjoon left standing there curious as to why that had affected you the way it did. But he waited for your return the next day, yet that didn't come. In fact you did arrive back to your beloved coffee spot for over a week. When you did, your friend Jimin was following after you, his bright pink hair catching the older males attention, watching your skin, and when no color appeared he couldn’t help but frown. Hoping that was the reason you didn’t come in for a week, that your soulmate had taken up your free time and not his supposed to be soft and kind words. But the latter seemed to have been the case.

“Jimin, I swear the Shiba wanted me dead, all I needed to do was give it a nail trim and it was acting as if I wanted to cut it open.” Your voice floats through his ears as he comes by your table, your regular cup of black coffee in hand making you smile at him. “Thanks Joon, this past week has been a pain and I’ve missed this place.”

“Well then why didn’t you come in?” His question had Jimin chuckling as you let out a groan and smile at Namjoon.

“I decided I would pick up a double shift at the clinic for spay and neuter week, and let me tell you, I will not be doing that again. Jimin over here  was my saving grace, but the black coffee he got me was just not like the ones you brew.” Your words had his cheek dust rose, as he looked at Jimin.

“Is there anything you would like to drink?”

“I’ll take a passion tea, and a lemon cake if you have any.” Your eyes widened with what seemed to be joy, as you looked to Namjoon with a child like gleam in your eyes.

“Oh my, yeah can I have some lemon cake too, today Joon?” He chuckles as he nods, turning away from you, you watch as the brasita and owner of the shop walk away.

“Have you touched skin yet? Any color?” Jimins question had you frown as you looked down in the mug of coffee and shook your head.

“Yeah, no color, it kinda disappointed me at first, cause a tech with a coffee shop owner would be a match made in heaven. But I guess it isn’t.” Jimin nods in understanding as he looks at you, worry laced behind his eyes as you smile his way. “But it doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him, which I am.”

“You have friends outside of the clinic?” His words had you pouting as you giggled and pasted your lips.

“Yes I do, I don’t want to talk about dog testicals and abeses all day, I would like to have a normal conversation without the mentions of an animal's bowel movements in it.” Your words had Jimin's crescent moon laughter, doubling over onto the table as he shook his head on top of his arm. “What? Is that a lie?”

“No, no it's not, it's just I love you that's all.” His words had you shake your head. Namjoon came back around, Jimin sitting up as he thanked him. When a new body behind the counter caught your eyes. Your lingering eyes on the board back had Namjoon spinning around, a large smile gracing his face as he saw his Soulmate working behind the counter.

“That's Jin, my partner in both business and personal life.” His words had you and Jimin staring at him in aw, realization that you have a friend who has actually found his soulmate. His eyes widen as he slowly realizes that too, especially as he watched as you and  Jimin seemingly communicating with one another through your looks. “Oh boy.”

“Soulmates, huh.” You said slightly leaning back, only for the chair you were in to slightly wobble, making Jimin almost spit out the sip of tea he had just sipped. The noise of your squeal, and Namjoons steading hands had some other customers look your way, making you blush as you stared down at the table, embarrassment smashing through your chest, but so was laughter.

“I can’t take you anywhere.” Jimin stated, as Namjoon kept his hands on your shoulders, no warmth, no color spreading down your bare skin where his skin touched. Though you understood. You still felt a little disappointed.

“First off, I dragged you here, secondly I can’t take myself anywhere, I always seem to trip or do what I just did. I’m a idiot.” You mumbled, a small smile playing on your lips, as Namjoon finally let you go. “Anyway, back to what I was saying before I almost wobbled down to my death.”

“Something about soulmates.” Jimin said, making you nod as Namjoon sighed and grabbed a chair, decided it was the best time to take a break.

“Ah yes!” You said with a smile, breaking off a piece of the lemon bread, almost moaning at the taste once it hit your lips. “You and that Jin fellow.”

“Yes, yes we’re soulmates, I’m red and he’s pink.” His quick reply had you frowning almost, not wanting to bug him with questions that many others had probably asked. “Sorry if that came out rude, I just like getting it out there you know?” Both you and Jimin nod in response as Namjoon smiles. “So any questions?”

“What do the colors feel like?” Jimin asked, making you lean in slightly as you sip onto your coffee.

“Warmth, but also...its a bit hard to explain..but fireworkey almost.” His words have you smiling brightly as you watch the board man move around, in the back, making orders. “It also took my family a while to accept us, heck I still don’t think they fully do.. even as soulmates, being gay isn’t always seen as okay.” His words had Jimin and you frown, you hand reaching out for one of his, Jimins doing the same. “I love Seokjin, I love him so much. But my family just doesn’t..I lost friends.”

“Well, you’re not losing me.” Your words had his eyes snap up, a smile spreading across his face, as you give him a similar look. “You can’t help who you love, let alone who your soulmate is.”

“Yeah, I know we just met but I would love to be friends with you.” Jimin said, his eyes lingering on the older man as he smiled, when all of sudden, you watch a baby pink spread across his neck, fingers resting on his skin as it slowly spread across his cheek from where you watch plush red lips press against.

“It’s time for my break baby.” The voice of you could only assume was Seokjin, Namjoon smile bright, his own hand pressing against his soulmate's skin, a bright fire like red spread across his skin. Splashing as he let out, watching the color on their skin slowly evaporate within seconds.

“Of course my love, welp it's time for me to work. It was nice to meet you Jimin, I hope I’ll see you soon Moon.” Namjoons words had Seokjin's eyes snap to you, a smile growing on his lips.

“So this is ms moon.” His words had you blushing as you looked down to your almost empty cup of coffee, you watched as Namjoon smiled and left to the counter to take orders.  Seokjin smiled as he took his soulmate's seat, his eyes bright as he stared at you. “I’m Seokjin, but you can call me Jin.” You nodded as you watch him reach his hand out, following you take your hand with him.

“I’m Y/n..or as Joon calls me Moon.” You chuckle a bit at the nickname as Jin smiled brightly at you.

“Joon is a mess, but at last I love him.”  You nod as you took the last sip of your coffee, your phone dinging making you slightly jump, as the two boys fall into conversation.  Looking at your phone you see it was from your roommate, Hoseok. A dance teacher at an art school, though he was young he was one of the best there was to be, he worked with people his age and younger, sometimes even a bit older than him. You and him had been friends since  high school, he took care of you, becoming your older brother figure. He was a dork, and kind of an idiot, but he was also your sunshine.

Hobi: Do you need anything at the store?

      Y/n: Can you pick up some more banana milk and some black noodle instant ramen? Thank you hobi

Hobi: No problem kid, I’ll see you at home.

Smiling you see Jin staring at you, a raised eyebrow as he looks between your smiling face and your phone. “Soulmate?” Letting out a laugh you shake your head as Jimin follows.

“Roomate, I haven’t found mine yet.”He nods as he looks to the counter and smiles.

“Well our sweet Moon, when you found them. I hope you understand to cherish them, and I hope you understand that you need to also cherish yourself.”

#bts #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts x reader #bts rm #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts v #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts hoseok #BTS jungkook #bts jimin #bts x chubby reader #bts x y/n #bts x plus size reader #bts x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi smut #yoongi x chubby reader #yoongi x y/n #bts yoongi fluff #bts yoongi x reader #bts yoongi angst #bts yoongi smut

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #297

“crushed, damned, and broken; lost, sick, and left unspoken.”

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? Not since high school when I made an anatomically correct heart. Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? I adore it. Is crime a big problem in your area? Oh yes. What's the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard? Maaaan, as a cryptic fanatic, that's hard. Maybe the Rake. What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? We're some resilient motherfuckers. What is your favorite soda? Well, it's technically strawberry Sunkist, but I do NOT let myself have it because I will fucking chug it and binge on them if available to me. So, I just consider Mountain Dew Voltage my fave. When you're on the beach, do you throw beached sea creatures back? I've never even seen a beached animal. I would, though. Have you ever thrown food at someone? Yeah, small food fights as a kid or joking with a friend. Have you ever been to a bonfire? Yeah. Do you like orangutans? I love them; such fascinating, enchanting animals that act more human than people half the time. When you see a bug flipped on his back, what do you do? It depends on what it is, but I usually try to help it. Is cereal good? Yeah, I love cereal. Do you like spaghetti? Love it. It was my favorite food as a kid. Is there any kind of weapon in your bedroom? No. Do you like snow globes? I love 'em! Be honest, did Fifty Shades of Grey arouse you in any way? I didn't read it and never will. What does your sibling(s) call you? "Britt" or "(little/big) sister." Do you have any close friends that are the opposite sex that your significant other dislikes? N/A Do you honestly believe everything happens for a reason? Why or why not? Nope, because I want you to explain to me why a child dies of cancer. Why the 11-year-old was raped and forced to bear the child. Why a partner is beaten to death by their s/o, etc. etc. Things just... happen. Do you believe in reincarnation? Why or why not? No, mostly; I DO kinda wonder about it, I just find it unlikely. It would be kinda poetic, though: being given the chance to experience so many unique things. But, I kinda want a conclusion to my mortal life. The Hunger Games or The Maze Runner? I read the first HG and loved it; I started the latter novel while I was in the psych hospital for a while, but I never finished it or got that far in. It did sound pretty good, though. Has anyone you’ve known claimed to be psychic? Well, they believe(d) in tarot readings; does that count? Idk. Did/do you believe them? I wouldn't. Is anything annoying you right now? "Annoyed" is a fucking understatement when it comes to what transpired at the capitol a few days back. Have you ever been ice-skating? No. Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep? It can, depending on how heavy it is. Have you ever seen an albino person, in person? Albino, no, but I knew a guy and his sister in high school who had vitiligo. Have you ever worn a pair of scrubs? Yeah, at the ER and hospital. Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? I don't believe so. What would you say is your strongest felt emotion right now? Rage. I'm not over "the event." I'm just tired of humanity. Are you talking to anyone at the moment? No. Do you have trust issues? Oh yes. Have you ever found an arrow head? No. Who is with you? My mom's home. What can you not stop thinking about? *points upwards* Then there's Jason because PTSD, that's very normal. Do you forgive easily? I forgive very easily, honestly. In what part of your life so far, have you learned the most about yourself? 2017, when recovery began. I think... or maybe 2018, idk. I've truly come to discover myself quite a lot the past few years. Have you ever been in a fist fight? No. Are your ears pierced? Yeah: my earlobes twice, and then my right tragus has a stud. I want to get my others back... I had to take them all out in the psych hospital, and a lot of my piercings closed up. The only one I don't wanna re-do is my anti-tragus, because mine was *always* inflammed and aggravated. What did you last say out loud? "Okay" to Mom. What are you waiting on? Right now, an opportunity to go to the parlor I'm getting my tat tidied up at to get a price range on it. They just need to be open while we're out of the house. Do you tell people when they get on your nerves? Not really. Are your feelings hurt easily? Yep. What's the most expensive piece of clothing you have? Did you buy it yourself? I dunno... I very rarely get new clothes, nevermind expensive ones. Who is your closest platonic friend of the opposite sex? His nickname is Girt. He's been my best male friend since high school; we even hang out sometimes, but it's been a long while. How do you think your first relationship shaped who you are as a partner now? As a partner, it taught me to not fall head over heels and love more realistically and in a healthy fashion. I don't put my faith solely into them, but myself, too. I also accept "forever" is not always true just because they promise it. Who is your favorite protagonist of the same sex? Oh god, this is hard. I suppose maybe Tyrande Whisperwind from WoW. I love her dedication to her people and that her story has become more interesting in her finally "breaking." I could list so, so many "faves," tbh. Were you popular in high school? What was your reputation like? No; I was just the average teen. Have you always known your sexual orientation or did something happen to make you realize it? Somethings happened. There were a lot of hints building up before I even began to consider the possibility, but a daydream solidified it as fact. What was the hardest part of your last break up? Realizing I still wasn't "ready" or "fit" for a successful relationship. What brought you out of the hardest period in your life? As strange as it sounds, my suicide attempt put it into action. I was obviously hospitalized for a while, and then I was brought into a month-long partial hospitalization program that has a fucking genius psychiatrist, and I also had daily therapy as long as school days during the week. It was the intense help I needed. What's your favorite kind of smiley face? (: Does anybody know your deepest darkest secret? My old therapist and maybe my mom; I can't remember if I told her. Did you ever watch Rugrats? (the babies) I LOVED that show! I even had two of the video games. What about Hey Arnold? Ugh, I hated it, but I think my little sister did, or we just watched it if we couldn't find anything else. Do you like pep rallies? NO. NO. NO. My teachers always understood that they really stoked my anxiety and allowed me to opt out of going. I'd just stay in the classroom and read or something. Have you ever had pneumonia? No. What do you feel about surgeries? Do they worry you? I fear anesthesia awareness, but not to a debilitating degree or anything that makes me panic beforehand or anything like that. Do you play Minecraft? if so, feelings about servers? Never have, and not interested. Do you read creepypastas? Nah. Do you think vlogging in public is scary? It seems awkward as FUCK to me. Even alone. Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No. What social class would you say you're in? I think we're actually near the poverty line (or were, idk anymore, Mom slipped it before), so definitely lower. Have you ever recorded a cover of a song? No. How do you feel about guns? They scare me. What's the most traumatizing event that ever happened to you? A very abrupt and poorly-executed breakup while being madly in love to the point of obsession with the person. Are you faint to the sight of blood? No. Do you like spicy food? Yes. Do you have good dreams or nightmares more? Well, considering I was woken up by myself shrieking my lungs out this morning, guess. It seemed for a little bit that my nightmares were chilling out, but I guess not. When was the last time someone insulted you? What was the insult? Does my mother telling me I'm saying too many "f-bombs" count? I dunno otherwise. What’s your second favorite color? Maroon. Do you ever wish you lived in a different country? Hey Canada, mind adopting me? Who’s the last person you “pounded” fists with? Ha, I think my nephew. Have you ever been involved in an affair? No. Wait, maybe? Does the Joel thing count? We never even physically met each other, we were just being idiot kids flirting over text messages. You be the judge, ig. How many times a week do you speak to your boss? I don’t have a job. What do you want for your birthday? Just donate to my tattoo fund lmao. Having to get my laptop fixed fucked up my plans yet again... Have you ever been to a masquerade? No. Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? A handful, yeah. Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Just Sara does. Anything you’re avoiding? Always. After breaking up, what’s the worst? Letting go if you're the one who still has feelings. Does your sibling have a significant other? I don't know if my brother does, or the half-sister I've never met. Another sister is engaged, and two are married. Nicole is single, though. She's smart as hell about who she dates; she's probably pickier than me. Do you use Skype? Just to talk with Sara. Are you a fan of acrylic nails? I wouldn't wear them, but they look fine on some people. Except when they're square shaped. Name one happy song that describes you better than any other. "Get Up" by Mother Mother comes to me first. Name one sad/mellow song that describes you better than any other. Haha I connect with a lot of sad songs and would honestly rather not dig through 'em right now. What is your most used pick up line? None, they're all awful. Do you like the taste of alcohol? Noooooo no no. The only alcoholic drinks I like are very weak and sweet. What kinds of food make you sick? So this probably sounds so stupid, but "fancy" foods, like stuff with a lot of ingredients my body isn't used to, I guess. My stomach is very finicky with foods, so it's easy to make this list.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''creatures x: to the grave'' by motionless in white

[pixelatedlenses]

How many hours a week do you work? Do you have to desk warm a lot like most ALTs?

So, apologies to anyone reading this: I’ve been getting alot of asks, and now that I’m finally with a computer again, I can chew throughthem.

To start, I do and don’t do a lot of  desk warming. Most of mine is focused in Julyand August: the month of summer vacation. I actually find that I kind of longfor desk warming because I’m so busy: being busy is good, but being exhaustedby it is well… exhausting.

Certainly there’s unbalance with ALTs: some off us know ourdesk better than our kids, some of us have a balance of desk and classroom, andsome of us fall into bed at night barely awake long enough to slurp down that7-11 tomato ramen. I’m in the latter, it seems, so let me break down myschedule and experience.

To start, I have a total of 6 schools: I visit three regularlyon Monday to Friday, two I typically visit during tests or student trips , andone is a one-off visit this month. This is within a 35 hour work week, which is all I’m contractually allowed to beworked. Any time after is on my personal time, which I’ve set hard limits on. Ido English Club on Monday which usually gets me home by 5:30 instead of 5, haveno choice but to stay until the bus on Tuesday and Fridays meaning getting homeat 5:30 and 5 respectively, and on Thursday, enjoy me time with shamisen andkoto lessons. I’ve only stayed past 6 on one occasion: to finish work for aconference. Otherwise, when my time is up, I go so that I can still enjoy mylife and not grow to hate my work because I don’t have me time.

(That’s a trueblessing, tbh, because I feel that there are definite cases where I’d beoverworked otherwise. And also, never take home work unless you want to: don’tget bullied into that, and save that time for you. It’ll still be there to bedone in the morning. Leave work at work, and live you life.)

Overall, in an average week of lessons, I teach around 20classes: 12 in my base school, and anywhere from 5-8 at my two visit schools.

My Friday school is usually always just three: my Tuesdayschool changes based on the teacher’s availability, though I know I’ll almostalways have 2. Then again, last visit, I ended up desk warming for 8 hours: Ithink I read, grew bored, and because I had no computer, took to my notebookfor planning.

That aside, I’m very busy, and I’m not gonna lie…

That’s a lot ofclasses.

Like I said, I do have stints of desk warming: the weekbefore and during tests, sometimes the week after tests since they have to bereturned and discussed, and during the long month of Summer vacation, thoughthat can be broken up with personal vacations. However, I can say that I reallydon’t do much desk warming outside of those specific periods.

It’s good and badthough.

Recently, my schedule changed, so now I have lightWednesdays with only 3 classes, but an almost entirely full Thursday with outof the 7. While yes, I won’t be desk warming, I’ll be exhausted: and, I’ll haveto ensure time to do all my prep on Wednesday instead of Thursday for Friday’svisit school, as I have music lessons on Thursday evenings. It’s stressful, tobe honest, because I’ve got a staunch, unshifting policy of not taking homework, and teacher’s aren’t always good about emailing me a few days out from avisit. While I know they’re busy, I am too: and if I get an email at 5:30 a.m.the day off, chances are, I can’t do it, especially because many schools lackcomputers for every teacher. In fact, I only have a computer -the one I’m penningthis message on right now- at my base school. I had to invest in a separate laptopfor my visits because they just don’t have them available, outside of thestudent computer labs which are usually in use for classes.

There’s gotta be abalance.

ALTs shouldn’t always be active because it takes away fromthe fact that we are also teachers, but we also shouldn’t be left in mostlyempty teacher’s room for 8 hours on the daily. We shouldn’t be left to our owndevices, but also shouldn’t be exhausted from commuting to somewhere differentevery day, especially in SHS where the kids needs more focus to develop communicatively.I’d much rather give my time to, at most, three schools rather than six at verydifferent levels, half of which I have no training for.

(I have two special needs schools, and I have no training. I’llbe honest: it’s incredibly hard because I don’t know how I need to adjust myteaching, and I often feel like I’ve got egg on my face. But that’s a post fora different day.)

I’m hopeful that this will change: my third year is going tobe a lot more assertive now that I’ve really got a solid handle on my job. Iwant to be useful, yes, but not to the point of exhaustion. I don’t like goinghome, eating, and going to bed; I want to have energy to do things for myself athome, even if it’s just lil’ fun things. That’s gonna chance soon, for sure.

Being an ALT isgreat, but it’s not without its problems.

Hope this gave you some insight: my situation is only one ofthousands in this country, but overall isn’t too bad in reality. It definitelyneeds adjusting and I will be talking with my supervisor on limiting my visitschools down to only two other schools outside my base at most, but I do get tobe active, and definitely feel part of a team. Still, there’s kinks: and I don’twant to ignore them or not tell you that.

#asks #anon #non-chan #work #work as an ALT #ALT #replies #questions