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#my school was normal
foolishaetherguardian · 9 months
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So I went to a weird highschool.
And I don’t mean like weird by normal standards. I mean I have had my college friends consistently refer to my school as a cartoon school.
And I didn’t believe them until I had to explain the yearly events my school had. We had the normal stuff, homecoming, prom, mole day, etc. But we also had some weird stuff. Like the yearly crosstown scavenger race that was held on halloween and that you could win two letter grades worth of bonus points to applied to whatever classes you asked for it in, you could spend them in 5′s. It’s a schoolwide event. So the upperclassmen had the advantage of being able to drive, everyone else had to get an approved guardian to drive them. Oh and to participate you had to dress up in a costume fitting that years theme. Teams could be up to 8 but tended to be two couples and the matchmade pair. The matchmade pair is whoever the two couples wanted to get together so it was a massive event where couples tried to set up their friends with each other. But every year there were a few junior and seniors that were made “dream teams”. Like the smartest, most athletic, and the person with the fastest car all would team up to win.
Well come sophomore year and I know I am going to fail Geometry if I don’t get the bonus. It’s only October but I’m already floundering. I’m a sophomore. My group is mostly sophomores, but we all wanted to win at least once. We decide we’ll win this year. The scoring was broken down into getting the right time, the right mileage (the route was a secret and encoded so this was almost impossible to get right), completing all the tasks, and school based trivia (Like which teachers dated when they were in highschool? Who wore mascot outfit in 1999?). Because time and mileage were so difficult to get right the trivia and tasks tended to decide the winners. We couldn’t win trivia without cheating or stealing a senior and making a “dream team”. We would never stoop so low. So we decided to go for the perfect score in the other three categories, which had only been done once before in the 30 years our school had done this for. I was the navigator, Cade was the timekeeper, Dax was in charge of backtracking miles we missed, Daniel was in charge of tasks, Clayton was there as a limiter (keeping us from undershooting the time and mileage by taking short cuts) and we recruited the most dangerous approved guardian we could, Cade’s mom. None of us were really well equipped for our roles. This was our gamble. If she drove slowly or too fast we’d lose on time. But we all wanted to win. But we practiced, distance estimation, guessing destinations based off of context, tracking miles by block, tailing the route designer to figure out how fast she drove. The announcement of the theme was made. And we show up dressed as the dalmations from 101 dalmations with Cade’s mom, unprompted, showing up as cruella deville. We were the only unisex sophomore team that year. The senior’s had two dream teams, the genius twin’s team and the drama team, both of which we had ties too. The genius twins were close friends of mine and the drama team was just all around great people. But it didn’t matter if I liked Ben and Abby as people and if the drama team all were the biggest scariest teddy bears I’ve ever met. We had come to win.
We were slow out the gate, getting a starting place of like 23rd out of 36 cars. But that was fine. Fastest time didn’t win. Correct time did. We made it to the first task and blew it out of the water. We felt good. We make it to task two by a combination of good guesswork on my part and Dax figuring the miles that the official route would take. With the miles figured Cade figured how long we needed to loiter circling the block after arrival. Second task is ultimate frisbee against alumns. And this is where our refusal to make a dream team hits us. I’m not athletic. Dax would be if he wasn’t in a boot. Cade Danial and Clayton are our only real players here. Against 6 alumns, all of who had gotten basketball or track scholarships to big schools. We thought this would be where we lost. If we lost to much time scoring our three goals we’d lose the whole thing. We hadn’t left breathing room. There were also 3 other tasks. But we go all out. Dax plays back, acting as a relay to save the rest of us. I ran interception. Dax’s relays keep us in the game long enough to score. But we can’t get the frisbee back. So as per usual I do something stupid and get myself hurt. I sprint up in the blind spot of the target of the latest pass. We both go up. And I swat it. Then the 220 lb college basketball player lands on top of me. Me who weighs 120 lbs and am built like a twig at this point. My shoulder dislocates on impact. But we scored before anyone realized that my arm probably shouldn’t be in front of my shoulder, myself included. I’m a literature nerd, I read all sorts of books but I had recently been reading James Patterson. So I decide I’ll use the books description of how to relocate a shoulder and I pop it back in. And then the EMT, who the school has on call for this event, puts me in a sling and we keep going. The alumns let us score the last point as an apology. The next task is an alphabet shopping spree with a cost limit of 30 dollars. Cade’s mom takes the lead here. She finds brands we didn’t know existed and we complete it with enough money left over to spend W on a quart of whoppers. The next two event are easy enough, tag in an abandoned auditorium and a haunted house they had made in an old factory in the depot district. We get to the final destination and loiter. We are desperately doing math to figure out our desired arrival time. And it’s in two minutes. But our mileage is off. So we need to close the gap. Cade’s mom then pushes 70 up and down the nearest major street at nearly midnight, once again unprompted. And we come in and hand in our blank trivia sheet, 5 task badges, mileage and time. Tasks are perfect, time is perfect and mileage is correct. If no one else got 3 perfect out of 4 we’d win. Genius twins arrive next. They see us and laugh, goodnaturedly. We’d been joking about winning for the last month. And they handed in their trivia, 3/4 done, time a few minutes off, mileage well short, and task badges, all done. We smiled and ordered food at the restaurant that was our final destination. Two other senior teams arrive then the drama team arrives, perfect trivia good mileage, all five badges, time off by a half hour. We were pretty sure we won now. And so we all basically melted into the booth, shakes and burgers crowded in front of us like a 90′s teen drama dinner scene. Ben and Abby sat with us and ate as the rest of the teams who hadn’t quit, or DQ’d in two cases, trickled in. On Monday we heard the results, we had won. But because we had three perfect scores and one zero they decided to change the rules to evenly weight the categories next year. None of us on that team won again.
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eosofspades · 9 months
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
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mangozic · 1 month
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archivist be upon ye
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holding hands platonically. reblog if you agree
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anna-scribbles · 21 days
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if the agrestes weren't rich i think that gabriel would be the normal one. like gabe's problem is that he stopped running into natural limits due to absurd wealth and his obsessive nature led him to develop some kind of god complex where he won't accept that anything is out of his control. I think that if gabe was broke again and just simply couldn't afford to go on an international goose chase for ancient magic artifacts of untold power, if he had to work a 9-5 to live and couldn't just disappear into his basement lair to commit domestic terrorism and say evil monologues to himself, then he would be way more normal. he'd just be some guy. he might even let himself have a mowhawk again. but I think that emilie would be way LESS normal if they weren't rich. like emilie needs so many people to be obsessed with her so much all the time in order for her to function. and gabe would still have his toxic codependent obsession with her, sure, but that wouldn't be nearly enough. emilie has to be at the center of the world's spotlight at all times because she doesn't know how to exist if she's not performing. anyway all this to say I am so certain that if the agrestes were not disgustingly wealthy, emilie agreste would one million percent be running a massive family vlogger youtube channel
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koszmarnybudyn · 9 months
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Its gross, its very gross.
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positivelyadhd · 1 month
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i have been reading through the diary I kept from ages 14-17 and realising how helpful it can be to keep a record of how you're feeling at different moments.
not only is it helpful to write down and process how your feeling and give yourself time to truly think about it, it's nice to have something to look back on. to not just remember how you felt about a certain situation but to actually have yourself from that time tell you.
and also, from an adhd perspective, it's really lovely to have reminders of things I'd almost entirely forgotten. it's easy to think that your life right now isn't interesting, but in 5 years time? to know what songs you were listening to or book you were reading or even that Thing that you were so worried about but now you can't even remember the details. it's nice to have a physical reminder that time passes and things really can get better.
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thepunkmuppet · 3 months
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hey. hey don’t cry. magnus protocol every single thursday for 40 straight weeks starting in two days.
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cccotard · 1 year
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asunaro fire hazard
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theresamouseinmyhouse · 4 months
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tbh i do get a little bothered by the notion that tim took the first shot he had to drop out of school because he hated school and didnt wanna do it and all of that bc i feel like it ignores the probably very important context that he dropped out after his dad (as well as steph-or at least, he was led to believe, in the same week) died, also he was in a school shooting. He did attempt to go to a school in bludhaven but the kids there were so wildly insensitive about the shooting that tim dropped out under the pretense of his "uncle" homeschooling him. In his oyl era, he /did/ go back to school, and it provided him some form of normalcy. Tim was a normal kid, he wasnt crazy about school but he still went to school and it helped him feel like a normal kid, something he desperately clung to. He only dropped out again to do his Brucequest, in an era where he was notably Not Doing Well (which. Yeah. he wasnt doing well bc he was like 17 and almost everyone in his support system was dead, he recently had hits put out on him, got blown up, and backstabbed by his not-dead-ex, he couldnt support his theory that bruce was alive and was extremely stressed about that, and he didnt know wtf he was doing. I love him btw.) Basically tim dropping out of school was a signifier that he wasnt doing well and he was giving up on the normality that he tried to cling to and im a bit of a nitpicky person who gets irked by minor things
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acekindaneat · 1 year
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOB!!!!!!
heres a few little bonuses below <3
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saltpepperbeard · 6 months
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no because really, i think stede is operating in a way he thinks will win him respect. i think he's operating in a way he thinks is the expectation. i don't think he likes it, and i don't think it's "him," but i think he enjoys the positive reinforcement from everyone around him. he's literally never had that before in his life.
he was bullied as a child for what he enjoyed. he was cast aside by his father for being himself. the crew threatened to mutiny against him or even just flat-out kill him because he was too "weak."
and here he is trying to pull himself up out of maelstrom of mistakes. "he's been a failure his whole life." he's trying to do everything he can to rectify that. he wants to be the lighthouse for his crew. he wants to be a good captain. he wants to be a good pirate. he wants to be a good lover. he wants to be something.
and he was actually getting there himself--he just didn't realize it. listening to his crew more, showing them kindness, leading them when they were lost and had no place to go, putting his own grief on hold and taking back the revenge...
he was getting there! but still, he was surrounded by those haunting expectations, by the fear that it wasn't enough.
the whole conversation between he and ed where ed is encouraging him to command respect/be tougher. the whole conversation between he and izzy where izzy says he's "never met anyone with a total lack of skills." zheng saying that she didn't "conquer china by letting people go on and on about their feelings."
not to mention the goading from ned. "once you kill me, you're a real pirate. you're not an amateur." "see? that's why he likes you. your bumbling amateur status."
it all keeps swimming circles around him, looming above his head like a shadow.
he thinks he has something more to prove. he thinks he has to be more. even though his own methods work, like ned's crew turning on him simply because stede showed kindness and understanding, all these phantoms keep telling him it isn't enough and that the other methods are more effective.
because he kills, and looks visibly shaken by it, but his crew cheers. he grabs ed by the collar despite them wanting to take things slow, and they grow intimate. he walks into jackie'z after it all, a place where he was previously banished from, and is treated like a sort of pirate hero.
it's not him. "we don't just banish people, do we? that's not us."
but it's encouraged. it's celebrated. so he thinks it should be.
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comebackali · 1 year
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Obi-wan immediately after he and Siri rescue Ferus from being kidnapped: Why doesn't Ferus smile at me when I walk in a room like Anakin does? Why doesn't Ferus tease me and make snarky quips like Anakin does? I miss Anakin so much, I need to find him right now immediately, I sure do hate being separated from him.
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alexsiple · 1 month
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paris
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black-and-yellow · 7 days
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The walk home from UA
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ayilings · 2 months
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they’re formative yaoi to me
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