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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months
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Hands down one of my worst experiences in high school was when the seniors decided to extort the entire school by using tactics that were banned by the UN to get them to pay for the senior party! If that sounds like a wild sentiment stay tuned because this shit got crazy.
I was living in Arizona at the time and I was a freshman. Our campus was largely open air, with walks between class room buildings and some covered outdoor tables. Our event began with a morning announcement. The seniors were collecting donations for the senior party, and when they reached their goal, their fundraising method would stop.
Their fundraising method:
To pipe the entire schools speakers with "If You're Happy and You Know It" on loop. To this day, I cannot hear this song without experiencing a degree of rage and madness that is frankly alarming. One of the worst parts of the entire thing was that the recording they chose had the female singer do a little clap and say "Yay-ha-hey," at the end. So it wasn't just the song, it was this awful little cooldown stinger at the end.
If this sounds a lot like psychological torture you'd be extremely correct! This practice has been banned in some countries, but the good old US hasn't ruled it a human rights violation, and what a fun silly way to raise money, that definitely wasn't damaging to adolescent psyches!
Every morning for 15 minutes before school began, every passing period, every lunch, and after school for another 15 minutes they blasted that fucking song on unceasing repeat through every speaker in the school. Everyone found different ways of coping with this and mine was to observe my classmates descent into madness and categorize the stages.
The first stage was almost completely consistent, and it was a smug almost exasperated eye rolling phase. Often accompanied by derisive comments about the song or the tactic, this phase was extremely mildly annoyed. Most people figured it would blow over soon, and no one anticipated this continuing for a week and a half, creating a miasma of fraught tension.
The second phase was elevated annoyance, starting to snap and be less amused characterized this level of irritation. People would try to cover their ears or put on headphones, humming aggressively to block out the syrupy repulsive children's performer with her loathsome little clap. This phase had people picking their absolute least favorite part of the song. Her inflection on certain words, her timing between verses. I think it's pretty clear already which part I hated most.
The next phase was a bounce back out to absurdity. It became funny how annoying it was and people would sing along as if to challenge the song's authority over their psyche. This paired exceptionally poorly with people in phase two as they'd often lash out at the people giving more voice to their hell.
The fourth phase was a dead-eyed madness. People would stare straight ahead and their lips would silently mouth the familiar words. The song had pounded its way into their very soul and was inextricably linked to auditory output. They often didn't even realize if they began chanting along.
The fifth and final phase was pure uncut pubescent rage. Kids would scream, attack each other, and in a truly epic end to the event hurl a cafeteria chair with such force at the speaker in the cafeteria to irreparably damage the sound system.
The seniors got funding for a party, but some of it had to go to repair the damages, which were substantial.
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z-mizcellaneous-z · 1 year
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ship ask game: send me a ship in asks and I'll fill out the bingo card accordingly!
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new hs history teacher(/basketball coach ofc) steve who is being shown around the school by gym teacher chrissy.
she takes him around the building to show him where the teacher's lounge is, the cafeteria, what bathrooms to avoid at all costs, and to where her office is if he ever needs anything.
"If I'm not here, I'm probably in Robbie's class over in the language department."
"Robbie?"
"Robin, my partner. She officially teaches ASL, but she likes to join in on the others' lessons whenever she has downtime."
Finally, once they've covered the whole length of the school, she brings him to his room. "So this is you, and right next door is Eddie, our Criminalistics teacher." gesturing to the still-dark window of the door directly across from his in the alcove. 
There's polaroids covering nearly every inch of the outside of the door, pictures of what he can only assume are students with the same dark-haired man.
"Criminalistics?"
"It's a science elective," she explains, "It focuses on the basics of forensic science!"
"Wow that’s…really?"
She nods enthusiastically, "It’s super interesting,” she nods, moving to unlock the empty what-will-be history classroom. “Eddie’s here on even days, and in the music room on odd days for the guitar elective classes."
"Anything I should know about my wall neighbor?" he asks as she pushes the door open.
It looks like she's going to say no, but something flickers across her face and she winces minutely.
"Oh god, what is it?"
She looks at him sheepishly, "How do you feel about metal music?"
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Since his tour in mid June, Steve's completely overhauled his classroom. 
The only room available to him was the one down here in the science hall, but he made do, plastering removable whiteboard contact paper to the tops of the lab tables and a little reminder at each spot for the students about his less-than-stellar hearing, to make sure they speak up when answering a question from the back of the room.
And ever since he got his room, he'd been waiting for the day he finally meets his neighbor.
He met Chrissy's Robbie the same day he had the tour, and they clicked instantly (No seriously, how did he ever function before Robin?). Chrissy had made the comment about them being platonic soulmates one night in August when they'd gone out for one too many drinks, and it's stuck ever since.
Speaking of: "What are you still doing here, dingus? It's almost five."
"Yeah, I know, I know," he says, waving her off.
Robin comes in from the hall and plops herself down on one of the table tops instead of helping him hang a map behind his desk. "You're still adding stuff to your walls?"
"Well, I haven't been here for a couple years already, Bobs," he grits out as he stretches up on his toes to hang the far corner of his map. Finally, the eyelet hooks over the many-times-painted-over hook embedded in the concrete wall. "So yes."
"Well you can finish up tomorrow, we," she emphasizes the word by dramatically waving the same sign with her hand between them, "Have a burger date to get to." 
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The following day, the day before the school year officially starts, Steve arrives early to his classroom, only to find his neighbor's classroom lit up as well.
The be-polaroided door is propped open all the way, the sound of heavy drums and guitar streaming out the door along with the faint smell of moth balls and a spicy incense.
His own room forgotten, Steve steps through Mr. Munson's doorway.
Eddie is standing behind his desk at the front of the room, but hunched over it scribbling onto something.
When Steve's shoe squeaks against the tile floor, Eddie says "Hey, what do you think, identifying skeletal remains, or blood spatter first?" without looking up at him.
"Skeletons, of course." Eddie's head snaps up to look at him. His huge dark eyes are much more striking in person than in a photo. "Much more interesting, yeah?"
Eddie blinks at him. "You're not Chrissy."
"You're correct."
Eddie blinks again, "Who're you?"
"Oh, sorry, hi. I'm Steve. I'm your new neighbor." he gives the other man an awkward wave when he still doesn't move. "Sorry, should I--" he says, gesturing over his shoulder with a thumb.
"No!" Eddie interrupts, standing straight and hurrying out from around his desk. 
He extends a hand and jogs lightly up to Steve. His pen is still laced into his fingers, the end of it chewed flat. "Oh shit, sorry, sorry," he tucks the pen behind his ear, "I'm Eddie. Munson."
"I know," Steve smirks, taking Eddie's hand. "I've been waiting to meet you."
"Oh have you?" he smirks.
"Yeah, Chrissy told me you're her best friend and I wanted your advice on maybe asking her out."
Eddie's face hardens immediately, the warm milk chocolate of his eyes curing into a solid dark, the easy smirk morphing into a cringe as he looks Steve up and down.
He opens his mouth to say something particularly scathing, Steve's sure, but he cuts him off before he can. "I'm kidding, man, I know she's with Robin."
His expression softens just a bit.
"Plus, she's not really my type anyway, even if I were hers."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'm more into brunettes." Steve winks, finally releasing Eddie's hand. "I still have a bit more to get done, but I'll check in with you later?"
"Oh--yeah, for sure, I'll be here." Eddie stammers out, his cheeks tinged pink.
Steve fist pumps in his head as he heads to his door, You still got it, Harrington.
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bandshirts-andbooks · 2 years
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Apologies for those who joined my blog for a specific fandom, just to watch me float from fandom to fandom like a little hyperfixated bee
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glowsticcc · 10 months
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finished the color wheel challenge!
this took so long but i do love it!
(some characters i took some liberties and implemented my headcanons bc i can do whatever i want)
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ayumiscrazy · 7 months
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'Find your eyes among all the stars'
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Summary: Guys that arrive somewhere and the first thing they do is look for you and how they react when they do find you.
It was a cold winter evening and your boyfriend knew you were going shopping with your friends, so when he passed by the mall with his car, the only thing he could think about was if you were there, having fun and buying pretty clothes that you would later show to him.
He wasn't able to resist the temptation and before he could realize it, he had parked and was entering the massive building in front of him. His eyes had to adapt to the brightness of the lights but soon he spot a certain person, you.
He let out a sigh of relief when he saw you and a little smile appeared in his face when he noticed you were laughing while walking inside a store.
"They looked so cute laughing." He thought to himself as he left.
Izuku Midoriya, Tamaki Amajiki, Denki Kaminari, Shoyo Hinata, Koshi Sugawara, Nagisa Shiota, Yuuji Itadori, Tamaki Suoh, Atsushi Nakajima, Louis Moriarty
His eyes darted to where you were going, a little shop in a corner. The first idea was to approach you, but he didn't want to spoil your fun, so he just took out his phone and took a photo of you before you disappeared and sent it to you.
"Really? A (your favorite type of shop) store? How unoriginal." He texted you with a smirk.
Katsuki Bakugo, Neito Monoma, Kei Tsukishima, Kuroo Tetsuro, Tooru Oikawa, Karma Akabane, Satoru Gojo, Sukuna, Kyouya Ootori, Hikaru Hitachiin, Osamu Dazai, Sherlock Holmes, William Moriarty
Didn't even enter the building, because they thought that would be invading your privacy, so he drove home.
"I hope they're having fun, at least."
Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Kenma Kozume, Hajime Iwaizumi, Lev Haiba, Tomohito Sugino, Kaoru Hitachiin, Ranpo Edogawa, Edgar Allan Poe, Kunikida Doppo, Albert Moriarty
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rooolt · 1 year
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sometimes dndads cast will say things that age them so much like what do you mean “where is he getting the homework from” have you ever heard of the internet
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nicnsmth1 · 3 days
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saw this scene and got inspired to draw karma in it 💀💀
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When April fools day comes around and these bastards team up
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imfromsixam · 1 year
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I looked through my past saves and decided to share one of the rooms I made for my Private School cc pack. 📙🧑‍🎓
Download here
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fumiko-matsubara · 7 months
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Back hug 🩷💛
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inthedarktrees · 1 year
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Nat Farbman, “Parochial High School,” Life, Jan 18, 1954
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newyorkthegoldenage · 5 months
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A high school French class, 1941.
Photo: James van der Zee via the Howard Greenberg Gallery
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memories-of-starz · 4 months
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The library haul that no one asked for!
warning, I got a lot of books
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The first three Sailor Moon, Promise Neverland, and Fruits Basket mangas
The first two Tokyo Ghoul, Ouran Highschool Host Club, and Assassination Classroom mangas
And the third Spy x Family manga
Overall, I got 16 mangas!!
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scodeeyodee · 2 years
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Classroom Flags, Bulletins & Whiteboards CC (TS4)
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Become a Patron now to download: Click Here
Includes:
Whiteboards & Bulletins (12 swatches)
Classroom Flags (3 swatches - US, TX & CA)
Credits
- Mesh by me
- CC made with Sims4Studio & Blender
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bonefall · 11 months
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hypothetically, could a cat refuse an honor title? i'm assuming dishonor titles are forced, but i'm curious if it's the same case with honor titles. like if a cat doesn't want to be reminded of whatever caused them to earn their title (i.e. if it was particularly traumatic for them), could they reject their name?
It would be pretty shocking, but yes. You can refuse an Honor Title.
Basically the same level of shock as Nightheart's little stunt, but a lot easier for the Clan to accept. After all, it's supposed to be a reward! Some would think you're being ungrateful and snobbish ("what? Like your accomplishment was nothing? What does that make the rest of us, buttfeathers?"), others confused, some sympathetic.
Depends on the cat, depends on the Clan.
Dishonor Titles, nope! You're stuck with them! Those are a punishment. Refuse it, and a worse punishment is in store. They're bad but usually not worse than exile. They're not meant to be permanent unless you did something suuuuuper bad.
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