with my new job as an after-school art teacher, I went back to the school I used to work at as a Para and had to break up a fight within the first 30 mins of being there lol. Just like old times
Though other than that it was great to be back and talk to all my old coworkers, learned about how the kids are doing, I stayed like an hour and a half later just talking.
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I hate how people will encourage you to do something and then when you experience a bunch of complications and uncomfortable shit, they're just like "yeah, that happens"
Like WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME
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24 hours later and it still hurts thinking about Jodie not being my Doctor anymore..
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Putting this on tumblr in Dear Diary mode but someone at the gay ppl social yesterday just dropped ‘i wanna be a robot so bad’ in response to a mid key unrelated topic/question and i thought the secondhand shame was going to kill me bc Yeah Same I Get It but By the Omnissiah this was not the time or the place or the method of delivery recommended by the holy STC, the silence that followed was deafening and it was very clear it was not a Big Mood for the room, and i was taking colossal psychic damage.
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“I understand,” he assured her, not about to push her into doing it (he already knew being on the rooftop period was a big step for her, so he could only imagine how dizzying it’d be for her to try and ascend Apollo, even with Randall himself there to keep her safe). Still, his offer stood, should she ever wish to give it a try-he’d love to take her up there, so that she could see what he’d seen that day, as the sun drifted out of sight, leaving night to encroach upon the city: What could only be described as being on top of the world.
But then again, it seemed like she knew at least the feeling, now that she had seen the absolutely glowing reviews in the papers, no doubt making her feel downright invincible, capable of doing anything. She was a star now, and he hoped she was luxuriating in that feeling, knowing she had come this far, and set the opera world ablaze with her debut. Of course, she wouldn’t rest on her laurels (unlike La Constance, who seemed fine coasting by on past glories, never trying to branch out and try something new with her performances), she would continue to climb higher, achieve more and more (which he more than looked forward to seeing), but for now...he hoped she was enjoying herself.
As he finished his sandwich and paused to take a sip of lemonade, Randall then dared to ask her, “What was it like? Being on stage, that first night?”
He’d been onstage before himself, plenty of times, but obviously...those weren’t exactly what he’d call “positive memories”, and so it made him wonder instead what it was like to stand before not a fearful, hateful crowd, but an adoring, impassioned one, who hung on every lyric she sang, looking upon her with love and admiration, and not fear and disgust...
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so we watched jjk 0 today and i cant stop listening to this song. i’m getting sadder by the moment :)
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