Day Thirty-Nine
One of my former students subbed for me today (I took a personal day because I was traveling home from New York City). It's still wild to me when that happens, heh. I didn't hear anything from her, and no news is generally good news, but I guess I'll find out for sure how the day went when I arrive tomorrow.
In theory, my freshmen did some vocab practice and annotated an article about Christianity, and my seniors continued researching 2024 presidential candidates for their mini-projects. I graded their papers on the train, so I also got some revisions.
Will be grading those during my prep time in the morning!
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it is very funny talking to my youngest brother, because he will do classic "I'm in my twenties" nonsense like ask if I want to grab drinks and then forget to charge his phone, and so I will be on the verge of texting our mother because obviously he is dead, when he finally replies to my increasingly hysterical string of texts with "oh, sorry, my phone has been dead since last night, are we still on for drinks?"
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⚠️MAJOR ROTTMNT MOVIE SPOILERS⚠️
⚠️also a GORE (BLOOD (and cuts and stuff yeah) and FEAR warning <3⚠️
YES! I finally finished a full Inktober! I’ve been trying this for years and this year was the one I finally finished all the prompts! Thank you to those who have been following along with my dumb drawings! And if you haven’t, I hope you can enjoy them anyways! <3
If you want more context for the drawings I made lore.
The Kraang are back
The brothers try to stop them (obviously) and get captured
They get split up into a labyrinth that uses their fears against them
But only the fears that the Kraang know of. So it’s all PTSD type best stuff yk
Leo is scared of being separated from his family again, especially if he could help (since he’s the medic, he could help but can’t because the Kraang are about to get him)
Donnie is scared of being vulnerable and losing his family (he watches as Leo get taken away again, and is stuck without help nor his battle shell)
Mikey is scared of not knowing what’s happening to his brothers, and loss of control of a situation (hence the constant ramblings of worry about how he can help them, and injury that is hard to do anything about because it’s out of his line of sight)
Raph is scared of hurting his family, scared of losing control of himself (so he sees the thing that made him lose complete control and attack his brothers. And inside are the people of New York, who he is supposed to protect but “failed”)
This all ends with a happy ending or something idk I didn’t think that far
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I think avoiding alcohol references when writing Sam and Max is important for maintaining their anti-noir tone. But at the same time the thought that Max can chug a whole keg of high strength lager and remain unaffected, whereas Sam is sent crashing down the stairs by a single glass of sauvignon blanc, really tickles me, and I think the rule of "I lol'd" supercedes all others. I rest my case
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Day Thirty-Nine
My APGOV students, being mostly seniors arriving for a 7:30 class, have mastered the art of getting to my classroom seconds before the morning bell. Today, though, almost all of them were early- and I mean two or three minutes early- and I have no idea why. It’s a rainy Monday morning, nothing special was going on before school, it’s totally inexplicable. I didn’t mind, of course, but it was weird!
I’d taught them how to write an APGOV argument FRQ on Friday, and we’d done one together as a class, so today I had them do one on their own. I gave them forty minutes to write, then handed out the scoring guide so they could try scoring their own work because it helps them identify their strengths and weaknesses when they do that. I scored their writing myself, too, and provided feedback as needed (they were reading the CollegeBoard’s FRQ tips and exemplars while I did that). Most of them wrote pretty well, so it seems like Friday’s lesson was effective. Woohoo!
My World students had to read their books (as they do everyday, though one of them still says, “We’re reading again today?” like it’s a surprise, heh), then do two short assignments: annotating an article about the three jewels of Taoism, creating an illustration showing an example of Confucian ethics. I was adding a little variety to how they express their learning, which most students appreciated, especially after I said stick figures were acceptable. They could work together or on their own, they could do the assignments in the order of their choosing. Most of my Block 2 students finished with time to spare, and most of my Block 3 students didn’t, which was weird because it’s usually the other way around. It’s all good, though.
I enjoyed grading the work that was turned in, especially those illustrations. They were all pretty creative, and some students even drew whole comic strips. I ended up staying late to get everything ready for tomorrow’s lessons (I rewrote two of the materials for World, and that took some time), but when I went into the prep room to make photocopies discovered that Dean 1 had brought in chocolate chip banana bread. That was just the fuel I needed to finish all my work!
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Thanks for the tag @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid ❤ This is nowhere close to seven sentences, but consider this a make-up for all the times I got tagged for this and WIP Wednesday and never posted anything.
Here's a rough snippet I was working on today from Chapter 2 of my Survivor fic 🌴
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“What’s the problem?” Buck asks. “We have a plan. We're all voting Bobby. Simple.”
“Uh, do the math, genius,” Lena says, incredulous. “Four isn’t the majority of ten. We need numbers if we want control over who goes home first. And Eddie,”— she motions toward the beach—“is our best bet.”
Ali follows Lena’s gesture to shore, where Eddie stands shirtless on the sand, helping their other tribemates patch up the last bit of the shelter. The way he jokes with Chimney and Hen, the way he pulls tooth-bearing grins out of normally stoic Athena and Abby, the synchronicity with which he and Bobby fit sticks and fronds into the roof like pieces into a puzzle — it's casual and familiar, even though they've haven't been a tribe for a full twenty-four hours yet. But it would be much more fearsome if that weren't Eddie's default setting.
And after he showed her how to use sea water to season her food at breakfast and Ali had to shove a shell full of rice into her mouth to avoid looking into those dark brown eyes and telling him all her secrets, it was undeniable. Eddie had a talent for charming the people around him, and it was effective against everyone.
Effective against everyone but Buck, that is.
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” he mutters.
Ali rolls her eyes. “Are you still bitter about the challenge? I say this with love, but it’s been a whole day. You need to get over it.”
“What she said,” Lena agrees, pointing her way. “Look, Bobby, Chimney, Athena, Hen and Abby are a solid five. You, Ali, Jonah and I are a solid four. Eddie’s the only one who’s spent time with both groups. Like it or not, he’d be the easiest one to try to get to our side.”
It makes perfect sense. Pulling Eddie in would force a tie, at least giving their little group a fighting chance at the first vote. But one glance at Buck’s scowl says the argument isn’t quite landing.
“Let me put this in a way you can understand,” Lena pivots, dripping in condescension the way it does when she's on the verge of losing her patience. “Eddie’s the hot girl at the club that everybody wants to take home right now. We have to do everything we can to butter him up so he wants to come home with us. Or else we'll all be going home, only for real. ”
Buck folds his arms tightly across his chest and his face screws up in disgust. "Did you think putting that image in my head would help your argument?"
Lena cocks her head to the side. ”Would you rather be in an alliance with Bobby?”
Buck clenches his jaw, swallowing back the host of things he probably wants to retort with. “No,” is eventually what he settles on.
“Thought so. So plaster on a smile, put the seduction skills I know you have to use and make Eddie think you're his one and only — figuratively speaking,” Lena makes sure to add when Buck makes a face. “And you better start now because he’s coming this way."
Tagging: @megslovesbooks @ashwinmeird @trippedandfell @elvensorceress
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