#the love hypothesis sentence starters

[bassettmemes]

THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS. ↳ quotes from the love hypothesis by ali hazelwood. some quotes have been edited for clarity or usability.

"carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man."

"i'm going to kill you."

"i wish you could see yourself the way i see you."

"i'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole."

"you can fall in love. someone will catch you."

"i'll come find you, and i'll take care of you."

"did you... did you just kiss me?"

"expiration dates are for the weak."

"i think about you before falling asleep. then i dream of you."

"it's fine. more material for my title ix complaint."

"this might be inappropriate, but, you are really extraordinary."

"i know it’s scary, being vulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care."

"everyone likes tall, broody, sullen hunks with genius iqs."

"a good kiss will do that: make a girl forget herself for a while."

"i liked you when i didn’t know you, and now that i do know you, it’s only gotten worse."

"you could stay mad, and we could go to your lab and throw test tubes full of toxic reagents at each other until the pain of third-degree burns overrides your shitty mood? sounds like fun, no?"

"my heart may be broken, but my brain is doing just fine."

"i'm fine. i mean, i wish i were dead, but aside from that..."

"i've never been surer of anything. except maybe cell theory."

"hypothesis: the more i mention an attachment in an email, the less likely i will be to actually include said attachment."

"are they deporting you back to canada because we've been sharing a netflix password?"

"tell them we didn't know it was a federal crime."

"i think that somewhere along the way i forgot that i was something. i forgot myself."

"academia takes a lot from you and gives back a little."

"not having a life came in handy sometimes."

"i do reserve the right to comment on your abysmal taste in men."

"pumpkin spice is satan’s dandruff, harbinger of the apocalypse, and it tastes like ass—not in the good way."

"hypothesis: if i fall in love, things will invariably end poorly."

"you just had to go and make me fall for you."

"a heart will break even more easily than the weakest of hydrogen bonds."

"there will only be one bed. it doesn't matter what it says; it's always one bed."

"i must say, the line between excellent career choice and critical life screwup is getting a bit blurry."

"you probably don’t like ice cream anyway, because you don’t enjoy anything that’s good in life."

"i have access to your google calendar, asshole. you're not busy. if you don't want to hang out with me, you can just be honest."

"to be fair, i don't like people in general."

"how much do you hate this, on a scale from one to ‘correlation equals causation’?"

"hypothesis: any rumor regarding my love life will spread with a speed that is directly proportional to my desire to keep said rumor a secret."

"approximately two out of three fake-dating situations will eventually involve room-sharing; 50 percent of room-sharing situations will be further complicated by the presence of only one bed."

"i'm never going to get used to the fact that professors are real people and have first names."

"that’s the thing with science. we’re drilled to believe that false positives are bad, but false negatives are just as terrifying."

"maybe so many years alone has warped me in some fundamental way."

"did this fortune cookie just throw shade at me?"

"based on the available information and the data hitherto collected, my hypothesis is that the farther away i stay from love, the better off I will be."

"i had financially rich, but emotionally poor, parents."

"talking on the phone is the hardest, most stressful thing in the world."

"no. i don't want to fake break-up."

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[sdyd]

𝑀. sentence starters ... various sentence starters from my own writing. change tense / pronouns as necessary.

I have had many, many years to reflect upon that.

I thought the same, once.

with high hopes and lofty ambition comes the potential for great disappointment.

I do not intend to be humorous.

there is no concrete answer in hypothesis. that is what experimentation is for.

that is a peculiar question ...

it's more miserable, honestly.

I'm on Zoloft.

sorry. but hey ! he's dead.

meet me back here in, say, 24 hours ?

do you have a plane by any chance ?

If the gods tell you to do something, you do it.

what ? no, I'm perfectly sane.

ya ever get the urge t'just beat the $&!# outta your dad ?

life is so unfair, is it not ?

I miss my wife ...

$75 on the strange creature of indeterminate gender.

yeah, if you had a brain.

I do got a brain ! Everyone's got one !

you'd be surprised of what you're capable of when you're being chased by cops. or superheroes.

it ain't a crime if they're rich.

sounds like my college graduation party.

that was a big monologue where a simple "I hate you" would suffice.

I don't speak French.

if the tens of thousands of kilometers of blood vessels that make up your body burn with hate for me, it is not equal to even a tenth of the loathing I have felt for you since the moment you were born.

oh man I sooooo did not sign up for your family drama.

maybe I'm just trying to convince myself more than you.

what I'm trying to say is that — instead of beating yourself up for all the bad things that happened, maybe you should focus on the fact it all happened because you wanted to do something good.

dead moms are great motivators for crazy shit.

what was the end goal of it all ?

I have spent hours pouring over my work, trying to understand the mind of the person who wrote it.

why did you do in the first place?

heed my advice then, and go for it.

ah ! you are shy, worry not, I understand.

to lovers everywhere !

don't take it took hard, she's disappointed in me too.

I love her. I miss her.

I think you're just insane.

I chose you out of millions of others, and this is how you express your gratitude ?

I'm not the best at comforting, but feel free to let it out.

you do not get to die and come back as you were.

dreams are only nice while they last, I suppose.

I require your assistance in an utmost important matter.

psychology is rather fascinating, is it not ? I had long thought it a soft science, but the mind is rather intriguing.

as an expert in these matters, I most certainly see the sparks of mutual romance.

that was the glance of a woman in love !

I was being facetious.

I should have been a comedian, I know.

keep his name out of your wretched mouth!

my dear lady, it sounds like a fairytale !

I am a lesbian with a quest and I have succeeded in it.

I do not forgive you.

I am a rather forgiving person when it is I myself that is scorned. some may say it is a flaw.

ah, I did run into the woods in despair ! but alas, I did return, to this world of horror.

I did attempt to call force an exorcism, but my cries went unheard.

shut up ! you know nothing of me !

I have known you since you were four ! I know everything about you ! like for example, that you never grew out of watching --

remember when you used to drag us all up to the mountains to watch storms ?

that was terrible of me, utterly terrible. it is unforgiveable.

I should have done better by you.

I think the GPS is busted ...

dude ! you crashed into me ! and it gave you a boner ?!

I don't give a fuck about your dick.

why was [ name ] in the trunk ?

wow, you're a huge dick, aren't you ?

[woednesdayaddams]

🕸 @havvkinsqueen sent ✐ for a random sentence starter from this goth barbie & was unfortunate enough to get number 188

the  topic  of  discussion  possessed  an  atrocious  essence,  leaving  a  bitter  taste  lingering  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue.  wednesday  was  not  fashioned  in  such  a  manner  that  love  would  ever  find  a  home  within  her  coal  heart.  appreciation,  she  could  concede,  yet  firsthand  experience  of  such  emotions  remained  a  distant  realm.  her  petite  frame  quivered  ever  so  slightly,  a  cocktail  of  disgust  and  concealed  curiosity  churning  within  –  though  she  dared  not  confess  the  latter.  wide-eyed  obsidians  darted  toward  chrissy,  as  wednesday  hesitantly  began  to  speak,  compelled  to  clear  her  throat  as  she  summoned  words  inspired  by  her  gathered  knowledge.

“love,”  she  uttered,  her  voice  quivering  with  a  mix  of  conviction  and  trepidation,  “is  an  impulse  that  inspires  and  destroys  in  equal  measure.”  drawing  from  what  she  had  learned,  she  pressed  on,  determined  to  unravel  her  hypothesis  and,  in  turn,  vindicate  her  belief  that  she  was  neither  suited  for  love  nor  capable  of  achieving  it  in  its  idealistic  form.  “are  you  familiar  with  the  shakespearean  tragedy,  ‘romeo  and  juliet’?”  she  queried,  prepared  to  impart  yet  another  discourse  that  would  dismantle  any  hope  of  her  possessing  a  heart  entwined  in  the  affairs  of  love.  for  in  her  mind,  love  was  a  distant  chimaera,  beyond  her  reach,  forever  eluding  her  grasp  in  this  macabre  dance  of  existence.

#havvkinsqueen #♱ interactions. #she's gonna give rants instead of accepting she has the potential to feel emotions

[tact-and-impulse]

Operating a day behind, but putting the ‘dark’ in ‘dark academia’ for this one, @shepherds-of-haven

pact

It must be in the wrong place, she decides, upon finding the volume in the middle of the chemistry section. This book is slimmer than everything else in this part of the stacks, and she inspects the dull burgundy cover for a title. There isn’t one, only an old-fashioned lock that’s coated in rust and rendered obsolete as she opens to the first page.

Her vision is immediately filled with blood-red script. Latin, but the structure is arranged unusually. A code of some sort? And once she realizes that, she can’t stop herself. She’s hit a block anyway, it would be a good diversion. Before long, she’s strolled back to the desk she’s claimed, setting aside her polymer models, fresh off the 3D printer. It’s already late, and the blessed silence allows her to concentrate. She hasn’t touched Latin since her undergrad studies, and she’ll have to find a dictionary to translate some of the vocabulary. From what she can tell, the book seems to be a religious text, for a rite of some kind...

A sting on her index finger, and she reflexively draws her hand away. It’s been a while since she’s had a paper cut, and she’s dripping on the last sentence, mixing with the ink. The book slips from her grasp, as she tries to stem the bleeding, but she never hears it land. Instead, there are the sounds of crackling flame, tearing parchment, and a deep inhale.

The book has disappeared, and in its place is a man, if she can call him that. His hair is the same color as the ink, his eyes glowing yellow. He’s barely wearing anything other than a cloth drape for his modesty and metallic chains wrapping over his skin. His hands are bound in front of him, crossed at the wrists. When his lips part in a sneer, his canines are sharpened to fine points. “What do you want?”

She blinks. “Ah. I must have fallen asleep.” For good measure, she squeezes her finger and the pain tells her otherwise.

“I can assure you, you are not dreaming.”

“So...are you a demon?” It’s the only other explanation she can think of, not that it’s supposed to be possible at all. She’s a chemical engineer; the occult is reserved for the cable TV shows she’s seen advertisements for.

“Correct.” He looms over her, the chains jingling.

“And I released you, apparently.” She tilts her head. “Do you have a name?”

“Croelle. Now then, what do you desire?” This close, he’s radiating warmth, like a space heater.

“For starters, help me with my thesis.”

His flawless features show a hint of confusion. “...Your what?”

“It’s a project I need to finish next week. I’m having a hard time with it. Aren’t you a powerful demon?”

He also doesn’t like loaded questions, because he regards her with scorn. “I have been locked in that book for centuries.”

Clicking her tongue, she turns back to her polymer models. “Then, do whatever you want. Perhaps, you’ll catch up on the current time period before I figure out what I’m doing.” She examines the plastic constructs, but she doesn’t hear him leave. She spares a peripheral glance and he’s still standing there, with a grimace.

“I cannot. I have yet to recover my strength.”

“Do you need more blood?” Her minor wound’s already clotted though.

He scoffs. “Blood was the mechanism to seal me, but it is not how I draw my power. I am an incubus.”

“Oh, so you need sex.” She bluntly says, and his expression wavers in surprise. “You are very attractive, but I’ve wasted enough time on you already and to be frank, stress has killed my libido as of late. I’m sure there are plenty of individuals who can help you. It’s winter now, but with those chains, you look like you appeal to a certain demographic. You won’t have any trouble propositioning anyone.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re a curious scholar.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Croelle.”

“But you have not accounted for one thing. Your own blood undid the seal, so if I attempt to leave your proximity...” He takes a few steps, but he can only manage to the end of the aisle, before a severe headache pounds the inside of her head. It seems to have a similar effect, as he walks back, his voice a growl. “Like it or not, we are bound to each other.”

“For how long?” She demands.

“Until I recover.”

“When I thought the book was a puzzle, I didn’t anticipate this. Alright, let’s try something.” She pulls one of the chains, and the rest of him follows. 

His yellow eyes narrow. “What are you doing?”

“Doing what I love. Testing a hypothesis.” She presses her mouth to his, which is softer than she expected. It only takes a second for him to begin reciprocating, and an unknown number for her to remember to breathe. Abruptly, she breaks it off, heartbeat in her throat. “Is that enough?”

He runs his tongue over his canines, savoring what he can taste. “A first kiss? You are curious.” Then, he moves his hands, which are now free. One chain unlocked, many more to go.

“You’re welcome.” Her lips feel swollen, and she resists the urge to touch them. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. In fact, I would like to offer an exchange.” He taps her forehead, and it’s like she downed five espresso shots. She’s awake, alert, and...she can see the reaction in her mind. Her hands desperately find her pen and paper, as she scribbles it all down. As the high fades, she stares at her handwriting. It makes sense. She knows where to go from here.

When she finally reaches a pause and rests her cramping hand, she muses. “So, if I keep kissing you, you’ll recover your power. I can work with that.”

“Agreed. However, in return, when you are finished with this project,” He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I get to have you.”

A thrill shoots through her. Oh, so her libido isn’t totally dead. She swallows. “Only if I graduate, or else, this will have been for nothing.”

“Then, do we have a deal?”

“Yes.” And she intends to be confident, but at his wide grin, she wonders whether this is fair.

#shepherds of haven #shepherds of summer 2021 #anyway time for bed i'm also under stress

[sereina-archive]

“I believe in you, and I know you can succeed. You got this.”

Low Moods Sentence Starters | accepting

Hearing such positive words of affirmation from a prominent figure Serena looked up to was enough to make her eyes sting with tears. She had been growing increasingly frustrated with her research, seeming to lead to dead ends time and time again. She'd have to go back and revisit her notes, try to formulate hypothesis that didn't get holes poked in them immediately, and fix the glaring errors after her work was peer reviewed. As much as she loved the aspect of science, she couldn't deny it was frustrating after a certain point. Giving up wasn't an option, but she was getting tired of being knocked down.

It was probably why Steven's words struck such a resounding chord with her, that, and the fact that not many people beyond her mom spared such niceties. They were very far and few between.

"Ugh- sorry-" Serena would say, quickly lifting a hand to wipe away pooling tears before they could spill over. She really hated crying in front of other people, so she made sure to try and hold it in. "Th-Thank you for that, I.... I really think I needed to hear that from someone. That means a lot to me." She'd let out a long exhale. "It's one thing to tell that to myself, just... knowing someone else believes in me is-" Serena opts to stop talking, lest she burst into tears any further than before.

#🌹 ic. #🌹 answered. #awwwww 🥺 #hoennsteel

[gladstone-gunder]

i believe that you are sincere and good at heart.”-from the collection of Dostoyevsky sentence starters

Knock on the door, he thought, standing in front of the flat that was supposed to House the greatest mystery he’d ever puzzled over. London was foreign; it was louder, wetter, and garishly brighter than anything back home in the suburbs of Cork. And here he was no-one. He had no money, no job, and had left school at 16 just to get here. To get to her. That’s why he’d done it, after all; all of this would be worth it once he saw her face. All he had to do was knock on the door.

The door swung open, and at first all he could see was the long, black, feathery hair of a woman turned away from the door to yell at her rowdy children. 

“Sam! Ray! Stop that this instant or It’s no Telly for a week! So sorry about-“ she turned to see a young man with her face standing in her doorway.

“Who are-“ she began to ask

“Raffy O’Clúmh,” The young man said, “and I think I’m your son.”

There was a long pause of silence as each stared at the other, taking in every shared detail, every minute similarity.

At last, she spoke again, “Raffi?” She asked

“It—it’s short for Rafferty,” he explained awkwardly, “you know, it’s like a nickname.”

“A-ah, yes, I see,” the woman responded, quashing the disappointment to which she felt no right, “ A very... Irish name.”

“I’ve got a very Irish dad.”

From inside the flat, the sound of squabbling children could be heard. The woman turned her attention from...from Raffy back to her children. “Sameeyah! Raymon! What did I tell you two?” She glanced back to see Raffy, still standing in the doorway like I child on their first day of school. “Would you—“ she said waveringly, “Would you like to come inside, Raffy?” Silently, he followed her in.

“My name is Hena Goldwing,” she said as mother and son sat across from each other, neither touching their teacups. Silence continued to linger. “How do you know I’m your mother?” Hena asked after she could take the quiet no longer. It wasn’t out of true skepticism, he looked every bit too much like his father for that, but she was curious nonetheless.

“Well,” Raffy began, “My dad is Conor O’Clúmh and he, well, when I asked him about my parents he mentioned that it was a closed adoption, only he’d said your name was Hena Arain, and said that my father had no place in any part of the process. Is—is my father mr Goldwing?”

“No,” Hena said sharply, pulling her gaze from this child who was so clearly hers, “your father is Mr. O’Clúmh. He has raised you, he has loved you, he knows you. He is your father. Mr Goldwing is not your father, Mr Arain is not your father, “ she let out a shaky breath, “and I am not your mother.”

Raffy stared at her, unsure. Was she renouncing her motherhood? Or had he simply gone to the wrong home? He sat unmoving as all of his plans over the past two years fell away by her potential rejection; its not as though he had planned to move in with her, but he had hoped he could stay at least a night or two in her home. 

“I beg your pardon, mu-“

“Don’t call me that, Raffy,” Hena snapped, “I haven’t earned that title. I cannot be your mother, Raffy.”

And with that, all the plans were for rot, she really was denying that they could be family now. “And don’t you think I have a say in that,” Raffy asked desperately, trying hopelessly to find a way in, “Don’t you think I have a right to decide whether you’re my mother or not?”

“Raffy, family is more than your genetics. It’s bonds, and knowledge, and shared experiences, and we don’t have any of that.”

“And you think you can just decide that we’ll never get to? Dammit ma’am, I am your son!”

“You aren’t my son,” Hena shouted, “You’re a stranger! I don’t know the first thing about you!”

Raffy slammed his hands on the table. “Then make a hypothesis about me! Dad said you’re a scientist, so make an educated guess!”

There was a tense silence as both ducks stood, gazes boring into the other. Hena took another shaky breath. “I believe,” she started, “I believe that you are sincere and good at heart.” She stated bluntly. Raffy nodded. “I believe that you are a passionate, devoted individual.” Tears were stinging her eyes. “And I believe,” she concluded, “I believe that the man who raised you deserves worlds more of your affection than I could ever receive.”

Stunned silence. Raffy couldn’t bring himself to break his stare, but he was no longer looking at his mother. He looked instead to his half-siblings in their baby chairs, still too little to sit in the normal seats. They were her children more than he could ever be. He wondered, briefly, on the character of Mr. Goldwing,before concluding that it really didn’t matter; Raffy would never fit into this family.

“I, uh,” he mumbled, “I better go.” He made his way up and back to the door. Hena followed behind and grabbed his arm; he turned to face her. 

“Raffy, you seem like a wonderful young man,” she said formally.

“But,” he asked.

“But,” she conceded with a sorrowful laugh, “I think it’s for the best if our lives stay separate as they are.”

Raffy nodded. “I understand.” 

“Mr. O’Clúmh should be proud to have a son like you,” she said, hugging him tightly, before releasing him to open the door.

Hena watched him make his way out and down the street, before she slammed the door and busied herself with freeing her children, hoping it would help her forget the reminder of her darkest years.

Raffy, on the other hand, made it to the station before the gravity of his situation hit him. He’d left Secondary school at 16. He’d passed up University on the hopes that his mother would be more than willing to welcome him into her life. Conor had spent so much to get him to London and cover a downpayment; Raffy couldn’t cost his father even more by moving everything back to Cork. But where was he supposed to go? How was he supposed to find money?

#Raffy O’Clúmh #Hena Goldwing #DuckTales OCs #ducktales OC #dt oc #dt ocs

[elimemes]

spring awakening: the musical sentence starters, part two.

a collection of starters from sa: the musical! feel free to change pronouns/names when necessary.

my junk.

‘still there’s this wanting just to see you go by.’

‘it’s almost like loving, as sad as in that is.’

‘it may not be cool, but it’s so where i live.’

‘it’s like i’m your lover, or more like your ghost.’

‘i spend the day wondering what you do, where you go.’

‘i try to just kick it, but then what can i do?’

‘we’ve all got our junk, and my junk is you.’

‘it’s chill in the wind, but it’s warm in your arms.’

‘you’ll have to excuse me, i know it’s so off.’

‘i love when you do stuff that’s rude and so wrong.’

‘i go up to my room, turn the stereo on.’

‘i shoot up some you, and the you of some song.’

‘i may be neglecting the things i should do.’

‘maybe it’s true.’

touch me.

‘touch me, just like that.’

‘now, that’s heaven.’

‘that’s so nice.’

‘still, you must admit, it truly is daunting.’

‘not that i’m saying i wouldn’t - would ever want to not - would ever not want to-’

‘i have to go.’

‘tell me, please, all is forgiven.’

‘just try it.’

‘i’ll love you right.’

‘love me, just for a bit.’

the word of your body.

‘just too unreal, all this.’

‘baiting some girl with hypothesis.’

‘haven’t you heard the word of your body?’

‘don’t feel a thing.’

‘holding her hand like some little tease.’

‘haven’t you heard the word of my wanting?’

‘i’m gonna be your wound.’

‘i’m gonna bruise you.’

‘i’m gonna be your bruise.’

‘haven’t you heard a word, how i want you?’

#ask #askbox #sentence meme #sentence starters #lyric starter #rp meme

[abscencefelt-arch]

❛ if you think i’ll buckle, forget it. ❜

//     the  killers  sentence  starters —  readily  accepting !

                the  last  time  he  looked  at  bill  this  much ,     they  were  both  kids  and  bill  was  trying  to  teach  him  something ——  perfecting  his  rock  skipping  technique  or  his  gnome - throwing  arm  or  creaky  floorboard  avoidance  on  the  way  into  the  kitchen  for  a  late - night  snack .        charlie  grew  up  watching  bill ,     though  at  some  point ,    he  must’ve  looked  away ,      set  his  sights  for  different  types  of  horizons ,     and  trail - blazed  there  instead .     

                 now  here  he  is ,    looking  again ,     and  he’s  properly  staring ,    but  his  gaze  goes  past  the  horrid  scaring .    (  if  he  looks   too   long  there ,     he  can  feel  his  stomach  churn .      his   stomach’s  empty ;     he  emptied  it  on  the  grounds .     just  thinking  of  it ,    he  can  still  taste  bile .   )          right  now ,    he’s  fixated  on  bill’s  eyes ,    which  would  be  a  bit  weird  if  they  weren’t   closed .       SLEEP .  .  .     charlie  couldn’t  dream  of  it  himself  at  the  moment ,      but  he’s  been  on  the  mend  from  various  injuries  enough  to  know  keenly ,    even  without  pomfrey’s  gentle  reminder  from  across  the  room ,    that  rest  is  essential  for  the  ailing  body .     so  bill  rests  and  charlie  tries  to  count  his  eyelashes  from  a  fewfeet  away  ,      where  he  stands  like  a  mountain  or  a  boulder ,     weight  equally  distributed  between  both  his  feet ,    rigid  and  unmoving .

                  now  speaks  FLEUR ,    the  other  permanent  fixture  of  this  scene  .       her  words  come  apropos  of ,    seemingly ,     nothing ,    but  he  perceives  her  meaning  almost  immediately .       (     alongside  a  decent  hypothesis  as  to  their  cause .    it  hardly  takes  a  genius  to  sort  it .      high  stress ,     high  stakes ,   and  the  whole  family’s  been  around .  .  .   )        his  gaze  lowers ,    skipping  quickly  over  bill’s  marred  face   down  to  two  hands  intertwined .      charlie  hasn’t  been  keeping   minutely  notes ,     but  he  can’t  recall  seeing  bill’s  uncovered  by  fleur’s  since  the  moment  he  took  up  vigil  here .       in  the  silence  of  the  somber  wing ,     such  a  gesture  speaks  volumes .

                  charlie  was  neither   born  to  be  nor  forged  into  an  orator ,     so  he  isn’t    qualified  to  narrate  the  sight  ——-   he’d  butcher   its  significance  trying  to  be  poetic  about  it .     so   he  puts  it  simply ,   plainly  as  it’s  laid  in  his  mind .      ❝     that’s  just  it ,    though ,     isn’t  it ?    ❞      a  pause ,   head  shaking  slightly ,      though  he  knows  she  won’t  look  away  from  her  love  to  see  it .        ❝     i    DON’T    think  you’ll  buckle ,    fleur .  .   .       matter  of  fact ,    i  know  you  won’t .   ❞   

#courfleur #:)))))))))) #:)))) #:))))) ))))))))))) #did u think i was possibly gonna set this at anY OTHER TIME ???

[misterrad]

Analysis Essay - Lesson Share

Most often, I write and share things about the big ideas in education. I don’t tend to share a lot of stuff about, you know, what I teach. But, hey, you know what? I just did an analysis essay unit that worked really well, so I thought I’d pass it along to anyone who may want it.

See, 8th Grade is a real big year for the brain. Many students are becoming increasingly capable of abstract thought. For most districts, this means that students start tackling Algebra in 8th grade, moving away from the more concrete concepts of years-prior.

Anyone who has taught Algebra, or at least next-door to it, knows the process can be downright painful for students whose brains are telling them they aren’t quite ready to figure out what the hell x is.

The same is true in Language Arts class, where we start to move past book-reporty projects and sentence-starter worksheets and towards things like literary and cultural analysis. It’s our Algebra, the concept that will be a foundation to nearly all upper-level work in our subject. As I wrap up my first major unit introducing Analysis, my students are widely showing that they are ready for that next-level work so long as it’s scaffolded, and show they can thrive when given freedom of what they read and how they read it.

Intro to Analysis:

    To introduce analysis, we spent a few fun classes practicing deconstruction on lots of different pieces of media. We watched commercials, movie trailers, and music videos (with one class-discussion-type-assessment around Beyonce’s Formation video). Students practiced writing down the pieces of what they saw, and were introduced to Critical Lenses (if we watch this commercial and isolate race, what do we see?  Ok, now, let’s watch it again and look only at Gender).

    My favorite intro day is when I gave the students copies of Picasso’s Guernica without any background information and had them deconstruct (literally, with scissors) the painting into the pieces that they see, and then create an analysis by re-constructing it on another sheet in a way that created meaning.  The discussion that followed in nearly every class led to some brilliant insight on the work.

    Oh, a note here about “bad” English students. Years ago I noticed that students that came to me feeling like they were not very good at reading and stuff often thrive at analysis. Also, some students who are very good at playing school and doing worksheets struggle mightily at questions for which there is no right answer. So, you know, keep an eye out in these discussions for new leaders.

The Analysis Essay:

Books:

    I’m convinced this project wouldn’t work half as well if I told the students what to read. Instead, I gave them a few days to look up books they may want, read excerpts and reviews, and do their best to choose a book they were truly excited about. I approved them, but did my very best not to say “no” to anyone. I started the process early in order to give students a chance to track their books down at libraries and track down copies of books myself as best I could. I also put in a bunch of work over the last couple of years to build up a classroom library that is full of new, high-interest books that students want to read, specifically books by and about people of color and women.

    The results were pretty sweet. Students continually surprised me with their choices and the lengths they would go to track down a book they were interested in. All this meant that students were, more often than not, excited to have time to read.

Reading:

    I didn’t require a lot of students during the reading phase of the project. I had students write out a hypothesis for their essay, what they thought their essay was likely to be about, and suggested rather strongly that they figure out a way to track lines and quotes from the book that matched that hypothesis. I also gave students choice about how to track those quotes while they read. Some took and annotated pictures on their phone, some used tabs and post-its, and many folded a sheet into their book and wrote down lines as they came across them.

Writing:

    As we got towards the end of the project, I realized that it was more important to me that my students wrote a few great analysis paragraphs rather than longer essays that were less wonderful. I decided to keep the whole project to four paragraphs, with an introduction and three analysis sections.

    Again, we did some all-class practicing, reading a short piece of text together (I used the Dave Eggers forward to my book, because I really really love it), deconstructing it into an argument and three pieces of evidence, and then writing a paragraph.  Students did those in a day, and the next time they came in, I divided them into two groups; one that needed more help on creating the analysis, and a group that got the analysis right and was ready for a challenging writing activity.  I sat mainly with the first group, helping them work together to construct an argument and find quotes, then checking with each student to make sure they wrote an effective analysis paragraph.  The other group was introduced to the concept of Active vs. Passive voice through an activity they could do in a self-directed way in small groups.

Active Voice Quickly Activity

    Once we got through those activities, students were ready to start planning and writing. To get them thinking about Thesis Statements, we had a class discussion about a rule or law that should be changed. Many groups picked Dress Codes, and we worked together to come up with a main argument (“Dress codes should be eliminated”) and supported arguments (“They are sexist, poorly enforced, and limit expression”). We used our conversation to write a thesis statement (“Dress codes should be eliminated because they are sexist, poorly enforced, and limit expression”), they got over the fact that I tricked them into talking about thesis statements by getting them all worked up about dress codes, and I set them to writing their own using this planning sheet:

Introduction Paragraph Planner:

    Once their Introduction (with Thesis statement) was done, students could break up the supporting arguments of their thesis into different paragraphs and add quotes from their book as evidence, then write them into quality analysis paragraphs using this planner:

Analysis Paragraph Planner:

    Quite honestly, I struggle getting kids to edit (and peer-edit) well. This sheet was my attempt for this project to focus some of their efforts in cleaning up their rough drafts before turning them in:

Editing Doc

Wrapping Up

    Now that we’re wrapping up and 156 essays are finding their way into my inbox (and, soon, taking over any free time I may have dreamed of having for the next week), I’m feeling really good about how this project went.  If I were to do it again, I would give them more time to read (many students had to start organizing and writing before they were all the way done with their books), and would keep the end due-date from bumping right up against the end of the quarter.

    That said, trusting the students with a lot of choice in what and how they read, in where they sat and how they used their time has worked really well for a great number of kids. Funny how when you give kids freedom over their learning, they tend to do more than when you force them all to do the same thing.     Especially when trying to push them to new, challenging kinds of thinking, giving them choice seemed to be especially important.

    Hope some pieces of this help some of you, and I’d love to hear how things go if you do use any of them. Please free to use and change any or all things linked here.

[easkyrah]

I went through your history of science and other observations, and a question came upon me. You read both classics, essays, and YA novels from historical figures to mythological ones (or so I assume?). Anyways, what's one part of modern writing that you don't like today?

Rant time!

The Decline of the English Language

I immediately thought of George Orwell’s Politics and the English Language. It’s an informal, beautiful essay of the English language’s deterioration. (On another note, thank you for noticing that I don’t prefer a specific type of literature. Too many adults assume that because I love the YA genre also means that I cannot immerse myself in other works. Oh you read Harry Potter? Bet you’ve never picked up the Grapes of Wrath. False!)

Too many writers write to appease what their readers believe and want to hear, rather than what they feel and agree with. Sure, a writer says she’ll write angst even though her readers won’t like it, but she’ll write the angst in a way that the details appeases her audience. 

Too many writers today, based on my observations, revert to old language filled with “sentimental archaism”. For example, the “dimly-lit candles dripping with hot, thick wax” take preference over “the electric light glared over the droning of the air conditioner’s roar”. Writers prefer the “rustling carriage” over the “aeroplane”, the “beautiful, ruby-red mouth” to the “chapped, peeling lips”. We allow our originality in words to be swept away into a dump along with others. 

It’s not just our descriptions that decay, but aspects of literature long ingrained, as noted by Orwell:

“Dying Metaphors”: a metaphor that no longer evokes a visual image and seen as ordinary word(s); in other cases, the true meaning dissipates, utilized inaccurately in commonplaces; “incompatible metaphors are frequently mixed, a sure sign that the writer is not interested in what he is saying” 

eg: “Achilles’ heel”, “hotbed”, “stand shoulder to shoulder with”, “axe to grind”, “play into the hands of”

take the fourth example: most imagine an axe and a grinder, the wrong imagery this metaphor is supposed to elicit. When a writing includes the sentence “he had an axe to grind”, we do not think of the personal vendetta or the associations of vengeance with it. 

eg: “the hammer and the anvil” metaphor is used with the “implication that the anvil gets the worst of it [when] in real life it always the anvil breaks the hammer, never the other way around”

“Operators or Verbal False Limbs”: apt verbs and nouns are padded with “extra syllables [to] give an appearance of symmetry; a verb or noun becomes a phrase; the passive voice is used over the active; gerunds are used instead of “noun constructions” 

eg: in essays, pollutions in words occur such as “exhibit a tendency to” instead of “show” or “on the hypothesis that” instead of “because”

eg: say a person looked up to the sky and recounts the sight today—most writers would have something along the lines of “a cluster of clouds filled with the crushed hope of many desires, raining down the soured, reflective tears” (aka something I would write, and wrote) instead of “darkened clouds ran parallel with his crumbling dreams”; yes, the first one sounds more pleasing, but finds itself unnecessary and without true purpose

phrases that are full of murkiness, such as, “deserving of serious consideration”, are often used in court cases and in daily life as euphemisms; these unclear words offer respite to the person who deserved the “consideration” and offer the person’s ambiguity rather than decisiveness; if you want the murderer of your wife sentenced to jail, then state it— don’t meander around poetic words of “my heart has been shattered by the fatal blow against my true love’s own beating heart; since hers has ceased, so has my will to live unless justice can be wrought” (yes that was an exaggeration, but do you see my point?)

rather than use the words that first conjure up in most minds, which the audience can most connect with, most search for alternatives of words that have the same definition, but different shaped word (this flaw strips away the uniqueness of what you created originally, for starters)

too many shape their writing into the how the syllables sound rather than focusing on the meaning behind the words; this often has the words scrapped together to form jargon

“Pretentious diction”: words dressed up from their simple statements to “give an air of scientific impartiality to biased judgements” (already, a paradox forms); foreign words are utilized “to give n air of culture and elegance”

if there’s one thing I most notice within fanfiction writing, it is that there’s a clash of simple diction with the few spurts of eloquent, high-level words, or those simply used in the past, which also contrasts with the time frame

“except for the useful abbreviations i.e., e.g., and etc., there is no real need for any of the hundreds of foreign phrases no current in English”

“bad writers, and especially scientific, political, and sociological writers, are nearly haunted by the notion that Latin or Greek words are grander than Saxon ones…”

usually, I don’t pay attention to grammar or spelling when reading fanfics, because those can be easily fixed. I pay attention to how writers describe scenes. 

a hyperbole: “the kiss struck her like a thousand bolts of lightening so that she could have soared across the starry sky”. Seriously, if she were struck by a thousand bolts of lightning, I’m pretty sure she would have died and the male would have ran off screaming his head. We tend to exaggerate scenes to draw attention. Instead of “her first kiss was slow, but simple”, writers feel the need to mention every type of burning emotion. When most are first kissed, I’m not sure if they focus on how they’re feeling over the act occurring. 

Of course, there are those few moments that are pivotal in a story, and the beautifully written description is needed. However—

“adjectives like epoch-making, epic, historic, unforgettable, triumphant, ages-old, inevitable, inexorable, veritable, are used to dignify the sordid processes of international politics, while writing that aims at glorifying war takes on an archai color, its characteristic words being: realm, throne, chariot, mailed fist, trident, sword, buckler, banner, jackboot, clarion.”

Meaningless Words: aka when you come across a long passage with distorted images and blurred meanings that makes you want to bash your head against a wall while thinking to yourself: just get to the point already!

“words like romantic, plastic, values, human, dead, sentimental, natural, vitality, as used in art criticism, are strictly meaningless, in the sense that they no only do not point to any discoverable object, but are hardly ever expected to do so by the reader”

eg: the word “fascism” merely means the opposite of democracy and “something undesirable” in today’s society

This decline appears not simply because of bad influence or the individual writer’s style, according to Orwell. The main reasons arises from the rise of politics, a prevalent facet in US society. But that’s another story I won’t delve into. 

The fads of hollywood and models become the society’s obsession: What dress did she wear (how dare she reveal her political opinion within that dress!) Who broke up with who (no way he used her for the business!)…so on and so forth. TV shows display college life with sororities, fraternities, drinking, gambling, breakups, and athletics, rather than stressed out college students living off of coffee past midnight, scouring for internships and jobs to attempt to pay off loans and bolster their application, and research based projects outlined with groundbreaking technologies.

Society becomes doused with fantasies, lined with unrealistic expectations.  Writing becomes “ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.” It’s a two-way street, one we seemed to be locked in without the thought of desiring to escape. In other words, we do not rely on our instincts when we write. We prefer other’s examples and replicate them. We like how other words sound and choose archaism over simplicity. We don’t chose our own writing. 

#this is not meant to be patronizing #if it sounds such then please ignore me #merely observations mixed #george orwell #easkyrah #literature

[jansegers]

pilin kepeken toki pona

*Thinking* in toki pona? toki! 2019

I have a question that I suppose is related to the validity of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis. Since toki pona is a rather limited language in terms of its capabilities to express complex, nuanced emotions, theories, ideas, etc., do any experienced/fluent toki pona speakers find themselves able to think in toki pona directly, or do they think in their native language and then attempt to translate/break it down into simpler toki pona sentences?

I feel like if I only knew toki pona, I would never be able to fully express myself... to myself. Inside of my own head. I am curious if those that experience a "stream of consciousness" directly in toki pona think that their own mode of thinking changes as well, and if this limited ability to fully express oneself is really a problem when speaking at all.

Hope that makes sense and isn't too ramble-y :)

Dresdom jan Tomen

Yeah we can think in toki pona. I don't feel limited when doing it, but it definitely "tastes" different.The Sapir-Whorf thing was already discredited in its strong form. It certainly has some effect, but nothing too big. Not having a word for "communism", for example, doesn't make you incapable of thinking about it, and having extra color words only makes you better at differentiating them by a very small margin (but makes it faster to communicate).

If any, thinking in toki pona makes you take some more time to express abstract concepts because you need to describe them instead of using a word as a precise code for them. I find it makes me understand my own feelings better. I can't just say I'm jealous, I have to say I feel bad because I saw my partner talking to another person an I'm afraid they'll love them more than they love me. Having to describe it makes me introspect more, or choose what not to say because I deem it irrelevant.

You don't have a word for the feeling of comfortable laziness that you have to battle when your alarm sounds in winter and your bed is warm but you know the hallway will be cold. That doesn't make you incapable of recognizing it, experiencing it, talking about it or dealing with it. You just need to take some more time to describe it to others than if we had, say, a word like "wakelayness".

Spanish has the word "sobremesa" for the space of time after a meal that you spend talking with friends and relatives over empty dishes before considering the meal "officially over". Not having that word doesn't make you unable to deal with the concept.

soweli

I like to pretend I am advanced :) I probably speak an older version of the language - toki pona majuna, if you will.

Yes, I can think in toki pona without translating from another language (or I could at one point). For my personal toki pona journey, I had to come to the realization that words in toki pona largely don't behave the same in other languages. In English, we have a separate word for good, a separate word for simple, yet another word for fixing something broken. In toki pona, we have 'pona'. I could be totally off-base here (but I don't think I am), but pona does not just mean 'good' or 'simple' or 'to fix', but rather all three simultaneously. Thus, the translation of 'toki pona' mentally transforms from 'the good language' to something more like 'a [good|simple|fixing] [language|speech-pattern]'. Thinking about toki pona was brought about by dwelling on the proverb 'ale li pona', which is still one of my favorite sayings because it is three words and 9 letters, yet it means so much. That isn't to say that one can't say specific things, however. 'pipi pi ma mama li lili' will always be 'the bug of the motherland is small'.

Also, when I learned toki pona, it was taught that ike li ike. It's good to take things, and break them down into simpler things. Obviously you wouldn't want to be communicating health issues to your doctor, or describing scientific theories in toki pona. This is not what the language is for, and if that is your goal then you're going to have a bad time. But talking about your day, why you are feeling what you are feeling, this is completely possible.

So, tl;dr, not putting toki pona words into small boxes but rather letting them be open, plus shying away from the complex in favor of the simple, greatly helped me express things in the way that I want to, and in a pona way.

[ANONYMOUS] That's a perspective I hadn't considered. I think I wasn't considering the purpose of the language or the benefits of having words with many, if not infinite, meanings. Thanks for sharing!

jan pi nimi ni wawa

I disagree, "pipi pi ma mama li lili" could mean "bugs from the land of parents are young"

I personally would never use ma mama, I would stay "ma pi open mi" but the rules on using multiple pi in a sentence aren't well defined so it's hard to use.

Continue this thread

SGP_Alpha-Centauri

toki!

Apart from the SW hypothesis (which may or may not be true, and I personally wouldn't intend to discuss it either)... it of course isn't impossible to think in toki pona, but there definitely are some difficulties.

Not an advanced speaker/learner myself. But I still did some thinking in it before, as a part of the learning process, and also because of wanting to try something new. As for very simple things like drinking water or eating some food, it was easy. Because even if any particular TP noun is highly ambiguous, one still knows the intended meaning.

But as for anything advanced, like "there is something I like to do now, but before I am able to start, I still need to finish something even more important"... how could that even be worded in TP in an easy way? Just saying. I am very aware of jan Sonja Lang's goals of TP and her intended scope.

For those of us who know something about programming/coding (like the thread starter, I suppose): some programming languages are "Turing complete", others aren't. And Turing completeness has got its human languages counterpart. Do you know what I am hinting to? But this isn't meant as a TP criticism. I do like utilizing that tongue for certain, although limited, purposes.

Dresdom jan Tomen

mi o pali e ijo pona la mi wile pini e ijo suli. pini ala la mi ken ala open e ijo pona.

jan pi nimi ni wawa

"there is something I like to do now, but before I am able to start, I still need to finish something even more important

Are you thinking this to yourself or explaining it for others?

To myself.

mi wile, taso ken ala. mi wili pini.

For saying it to someone else.

mi wile pali e ijo, taso mi ken ala open e ni. la mi wile pini e pali ante pi pona.

jan pi nimi ni wawa

mi pilin kepeken toki pona.

jan pi nimi ni wawa

mi pilin e ni: mi toki tawa mi la mi ken toki pona pona. mi toki e kasi taso. la kasi seme? sina wile ala sona taso mi wile sona a. ni li pona tawa mi taso.

I think of it like this, I can simplify when thinking to myself. I just think "kasi". Which plant? You wouldn't be able to know, but I would know. It would be clear only to me.

Basically, you can think in a language much easier than expressing yourself in a language. Any time you're had something on the top of your tongue or knew exactly what you wanted to say but couldn't find the words? You were thinking fine still, it was only communication that gets difficult. Education using toki pona is hard, theorizing and philosophizing is perfectly simple.

elmanchosdiablos

According to some, you can't be considered fluent in a language until you're capable of thinking in it.

I myself am not there (yet)

bashandy

Sapir-Whorf hypothesis may/may not be tested in monolingual people from different linguistic backgrounds. Toki Pontardawe was used to help jan Sona simplify her thoughts, not as a language to test Sapir-Whorf Hypothesis.

I guess what jan sona meant is that if one is struggling with complex idea then tries to put it in toki pona one would either simplify the idea or drop it. The third option is to drop toki pona itself.

Jan Sona is not claiming control over the language, so currently some try to work on the language to extend its abilities and to test it to discuss various topics. Others try to keep it as simple as possible. In both situations, the language has challenges if left to its own simplicity it may become stagnant as after a few decades people will exhaust its limits. If it becomes more sophisticated it loses its essence.

These are not problems with the the language, it's just a reflection of the complexity of our thinking and of the world around us. I guess it is interesting idea to try to simplify our thoughts for some time. The dilemma comes when takes toki pona out of context to be a way of life, or an ial or a proof of concept.

https://www.reddit.com/r/tokipona/comments/ay4vzh/thinking_in_toki_pona/

#TokiPona #thinking #pilin #anno2019

#TokiPona

[d2kvirus]

A week or so ago the IMDb announced that, a week from now (or less, depending on my levels of procrastination) they would be closing down their message boards - a move which reminded me of the days where I used to post there way back when, as well as how the forums became an utter shitshow that were about as inviting as a rusty bear trap placed on a toilet seat.

...and, no, this is not sour grapes at the fact not one person has ever commented on my IMDb forum.

Now I’m not going to pretend that the IMDb boards were always a utopia of rational and mature debate, after all those very same boards were where I got my very first online death threat from a bunch of militant Star Wars fans in response to me daring to suggest George Lucas’ next move should be apologising to the audience for wasting 135 minutes of the only life they will ever live with The Phantom Menace,  a hardly controversial opinion the last time I checked, and similarly while there was healthy debate about a lot of subjects on the various IMDb forums the political debate forum was...well it was an online political debate forum, and about the best thing you could say about it is that at least words such as “snowflake” and “Libtard” hasn’t been invented yet or, at the very least, weren’t overused to the point of being punctuation, meaning that when someone was refusing to engage with you they’d at least have to be creative with their obvious dead cat tactics.

On the other hand, though, there were several communities who would regularly have engaging discussions on their respective boards, for me it was the boards for The West Wing, Chuck and Six Feet Under that had people discussing the show, offering constructive advice for people who were finding themselves having trouble keeping up with the show either because they were late starters or had merely missed an important plot point on their way, and they showed a genuine affection for whichever show they watched.

On the other hand there were the movie boards.  For the love of Cthulhu, the movie boards...

One issue I did notice with a lot of message boards circa 2006-10 was people being overly defensive of their “interpretation” of a scene even though said interpretation was something they had just pulled out of somewhere notoriously unsanitary for storing things, for example I remember one poster on the Ghost Ship board - fucking Ghost Ship, of all the bloody films - who would routinely invade every discussion of the flashback scene and volunteer their hypothesis that what this scene was showing is the young girl in the film was raped before she was killed.  There was no evidence to back this up, but it was their “interpretation”, so everyone had to read it umpteen times...or just block the douche, obviously.  But this stretched to pretty much every boards, not someone inventing some so-called plot-relevant child rape (now there’s a sentence I didn’t think I’d be writing when I woke up this morning...) but having some crackpot notion about a film and spamming discussions with it.  This happened to coincide with the time I stopped visiting the IMDb boards regularly, because while there were a few boards that were still worth visiting - for example the West Wing board was still going strong years after the show finished - but because there was so much dreck on there.

One thing I certainly remember is, having just seen Inception, I decided to check the IMDb board to see what the discussion was like, yet the only thread on the first page of the board that was vaguely relevant to the film was a troll jumping up and down in glee because they decided the film hadn’t made enough money on its opening day and was destined to fail - a theory which, like so many cock and bull “interpretations” clogging up the boards, was proven to be hilariously wide of the mark.  More recently, when checking the board for Passengers (for what reason I cannot recall, given the movie was a waste of a good idea and a good cast) the same problems remained: one person volunteering their “interpretation” that Chris Pratt’s character wasn’t a selfish asshole as he saved Jennifer Lawrence’s characters’ life (in spite the film making it pretty goddamn clear she died of old age, meaning he hadn’t) as well as some waste of bandwidth posting a copy & paste rant about “liberal values” in relation to the film based on...fuck knows, to be honest, as their post didn’t seem to mention the film at all.  And don’t get me started on the people who seemed to think that having an IMDb account gave them free reign to litter their incoherent posts with at least two racial slurs per post.

After the news of the board closure came out, pretty much every comment has blamed the trolls and the spammers for this, not least because the IMDb boards always placed the most recent comments at the top of the board which meant that it usually didn’t take long for any genuine discussion thread to drop off the front page, or if a genuine discussion thread was still on the front page it was because the discussion had been long since been hijacked and the thread was begging to be put out of its misery.  In other words, it was the worst of Twitter/the Youtube comments section long before either of those had come close to plumbing the depths they routinely lurk at these days.

And this is the issue I have with the closure: yes, a vast majority of the boards were reason enough to beg for the Vogons to build a bypass for their intergalactic highway, yet that tiny minority of people who stood firm and actually had constructive discussions about whichever film or TV show they swore fealty to are also getting swept away, and the issue is they don’t have somewhere else to go: r/movies is in no way as comprehensive as the IMDb boards were and, it does need to be said, Reddit is hardly much of an improvement on the state of the IMDb boards.  True there’s sites which have a certain degree of discussion, for example I frequent Den of Geek regularly enough, but the comments section for their articles usually doesn’t expand beyond a couple of dozen responses and it’s somewhat intimidating to post there as the regulars all know each other yet rarely engage with quote-unquote outsiders.

So now the last true vestige of discussing a film with others isn't an internet forum, but setting up a blog or maybe a Youtube channel - although in the latter case there isn’t really the chance to have a back-and-forth discussion outside of the comments section...which being the Youtube comments section goes back to the issues the IMDb boards have, as trolls, spammers and scammers rule the roost unless you are lucky to have one of the good Youtube communities (a rare enough thing in itself) or you are really on the ball in weeding that stuff out.

So while seeing everything that made the site the message board equivalent of the torture orgy in Event Horizon consigned to Silicone Hell may be something to breathe a sigh of relief over, maybe even waving a sarcastic wave as it’s dragged down into the depths, at the same time it is worth remembering those fleeting good moments from the time where people used the IMDb as it was designed: as a resource to discuss films and TV shows, to interact with other fans on a subject that both had experienced and even enjoyed, all of which will be lost in time, like tears in rain, come February 20th.

#IMDb