Some pictures of my classroom. Our school’s theme this year is “Gear Up for the Future.” I had the kids write their individual goals on gears to hang up around the room.
One bulletin board I like is the “So…I’m Here” one. In our first staff meeting this year, we talked about our “why.” (This is based on a book by Simon Sinek, I believe.) Why do we teach? What’s our purpose in teaching? If you have a “why,” it’s going to affect your “how.” I tried to translate my “why” into goals for our classroom.
The other bulletin board I like is the one that summarizes the skills and beliefs I want my students to have. (I like it more for the words and not so much the design; I was getting tired when I put that one together. I’ll do better next year.) The professional skills are based on our school’s PBIS behavior expectations. The mathematical skills/beliefs are based on Jo Boaler’s mathematical mindsets. The global skills are based on the 4 C’s/21st century skills.
“Oh, you know how to use power tools?”
-Yes you idiot, I know how to use power tools.
“Are you sure you can handle this equipment?”
-Pretty freaking sure I can considering I spend at least 6 hours a day in a robotics shop
Getting really tired really fast of stereotypes. Yes I’m a girl, yes I do robotics, yes I do the mechanical work, and yes I do the electrical work. No I’m not incompetent when it comes to these things.
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emmanuel Macron/Manuel Valls Characters: Manuel Valls, Emmanuel Macron, la moitié du paysage politique français en guest stars Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University Summary:
Il sait, en vérité, que tout a commencé il y a plus de deux ans, par une après-midi de juin qui est restée gravée dans sa mémoire et qui a vu débarquer dans son bureau l’instrument de sa chute annoncée sous les traits d’un jeune homme de quinze ans son cadet, charmant et charmeur.
Quand MV, directeur de l'UFR des Sciences Humaines d'une grande université, recrute un jeune prof de philo nommé EM, il est loin de se douter que cette décision va bouleverser son existence et celle de l'université toute entière. Tempête et passion s'ensuivent.
Okay donc diversion de mon coming-out vallsiste, voici le premier chapitre de mon AU universitaire dont je vous rabâche les oreilles depuis beaucoup trop longtemps. Premier chapitre où… il ne se passe pas grand chose (parce que ça va être looooong et qu’on est dans du slow burn avec tout plein d’unresolved sexual tension et tout et tout, donc lower your expectations.)
(Comme toujours, les commentaires sont les bienvenus, évidemment.)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Manuel Valls/Emmanuel Macron, M&M’s - Relationship, Vacron - Relationship Characters: Manuel Valls, Emmanuel Macron Additional Tags: FLUFF!!!!
Pendant que j’écrivais ça, il y a un avion qui est passé très
très très près de la maison, j’ai eu peur d’y passer et je me suis dit purée je
vais mourir en écrivant une fic sur les ex-premier ministre et ministre de
l’économie. Une vie interrompue en plein élan.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emmanuel Macron/Manuel Valls Characters: Emmanuel Macron, Manuel Valls Additional Tags: Angst, Light Dom/sub, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety Attacks, m&m’s à l'opéra, c'était censé être quelque chose de gai, c'est juste gay, et déprimant Summary:
Il ne l’avouera jamais, pas même à lui-même, mais il l’inquiète.
Ou : MV et EM vont à l'opéra. Angoisse et non-dits s'ensuivent.
Pendant quelques heures dimanche dernier, j’ai cru que j’allais écrire du fluff M&M’s, mais non, c’est peut-être la fic la plus déprimante que j’ai jamais écrite, ce qui n’est pas peu dire.
Enfin bref, cadeau pour @dempayoh j’espère que ça te plaira !
Et comme toujours, les commentaires, critiques, coups de coeur et coups de gueule sont les bienvenus.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Political RPF - France 21st c. Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emmanuel Macron/Manuel Valls, Emmanuel Macron/Reader, Manuel Valls/Reader Characters: Emmanuel Macron, Manuel Valls, Reader Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Physical hurt/comfort, Dystopia, dystopie, ou utopie ça dépend des points de vue
Parfois je me dis que j’aimerais bien savoir écrire comme @prisunicetpainsauchocolat des fics sur des thèmes beaux et dramatiques et puis à la place j’écris sur la macronite.
Hi can I request a fic where reader run into hobo in the run Bucky pre-CACW in Bucharest, maybe Bucky saved reader. Then, reader started becoming friends with Bucky and helped him ease into the new 21st C, including buying him those backpacks, notebooks, and introducing him to those plums. Basically reader helping Bucky feel that he’s a person, not a weapon. They got close & had an intimate relationship & they were happy for a while, but then the CACW happened while reader is w/ Bucky’s kid.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Author notes: (Y/N) is your name (Y/L/N) is your last name.
Bucharest, 2015. You were finally able to call it quits for the day and
you longed for a cigarette. You had quit the habit long ago, but ever since you
got to Romania you smoke every once in a while and especially after classes.
You were alone in a foreign country and to make things worse, you needed to buy
a packet of cigarettes in a language you did not manage at all.
In 2 months you had barely learnt to maintain small
talk with a native Romanian speaker, and thankfully your classes were all in
English, which at least you could listen, speak, write and read quite well.
Being almost a native speaker from America made the whole deal way easier. You
lived in South America with your mom, and thanks to your grades at university,
you did an internship in a governmental journal which lead you to win a
scholarship in the University of Bucharest for a Master’s in Social Sciences.
After finishing your studies of journalism, you
decided to go out and explore the world and why not, also broaden your
knowledge in the field that captivated your heart since you were a little girl.
“Irina?” You said placing the mobile phone next to
your ear while your other hand scratched your frowning forehead “Hey, it’s me,
(Y/N)” She was the only person you could ever think of to help you with such a
stupidity as buying cigarettes. You didn’t need them at all, but you couldn’t
wait either. You just wanted one immediately “Do you happen to be in the campus
or at least near it? I’m in need of some cigarettes and I don’t know how to buy
them” “Oh, crap” She said. Her gorgeous accent made whatever
she said sound spectacular and it was one of the main reasons you befriended
her “I’m Luca’s place now, but tell the man at the kiosk you need țigarete” She said quickly “Good luck
with that!” She hung up and you were as hopeless as you were before, if not
She had left you with an unpronounceable word and she
had said it only once. You walked to the kiosk with a feeling of fake
confidence up and spoke to the old man inside. He had a gently smile and he
looked like one of Snow White’s dwarves. You tried to make him the gesture for smoking,
but he couldn’t understand.
You muttered insults in every language you knew until
a man approached and placed a hand on your shoulder. You were started and you even
jumped a little. A homeless guy appeared out of nowhere and you thanked heaven
for not knowing a word of Romanian.
“I can help you” He said in a perfect English.
He bought you the cigarettes and you bought a few
biscuits and next thing you knew, he was walking with you to your place. You
lit the cigar and offered him one, but he declined.
“Thank you for helping me…” You said. “I’m James… James Barnes” He sheepishly muttered. “Very nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” You nodded
“You’re not from around, right?” “No, I was born in the US… and I love to travel but I
ran out of money” He shrugged; his grey eyes shone beautifully in the Romanian
night “And what are you doing here?” “Studying. I’m doing a master in social sciences here
at the University of Bucharest” You turned your head and smiled to him “but unfortunately
I’m not picking up any bit of the language and I swear it pisses me off… From
which part of the States are you?” “Brooklyn, you?” “It’s complicated. I was born in the US, but my parent
got divorced and I went to live with my mom to South America” You shrugged
“then, when I finished my studies there, I worked for the government. I mean, I
also worked before I ended up, but then I went back to the US to see my dad and
try to work a little, and then, lastly, I came here with a scholarship. I love
it here, I really do, but the language…”
You were watching the news after your daily hour of
studying. You had a huge project coming up and it needed all your attention, so
the moments of freedom were much appreciated. It was breaking news that the so
called Winter Soldier appeared again and that he had made a bomb explode at the
UN building, killing the king of a well hidden African nation.
The man looked exactly like James, but it was not
possible; he had just gone to the market to buy some plums. You had literally
seen him leave through the door 20 minutes ago. Why on earth would he do
something like that? And more importantly, why on earth would anyone blame him
for such thing. He might have been the winter soldier, but he wasn’t a bad guy
at all. Not anymore.
Since he helped you buying cigarettes you helped him
getting a place… In your heart. You two grew fond and what started out as
friendship definitely turned out to be into love. Slowly throughout the time
you spent together, he started to share more details about his life. The
decisive moment was when he told you he was the Winter Soldier.
When he first introduced the topic, you were puzzled
to say the least. He explained to you as simply as possible, but with a thing
like that you could not be simple. You asked him to be specific about
everything he did and why people looked for him. James had some serious
problems telling you everything, but you were not the one to judge for a thing
he did when he was being brainwashed.
The day he confessed his HYDRA secret, the only thing
you could do was hold him as tight as possible, as if that would help to put
his pieces back together. He told you about the other people looking for him.
The blonde soldier. Since that moment, your relationship improved, as you had
no more secrets between each other.
Bucky appeared through the door 20 minutes later, and
the news were all about him and what happened in Vienna. You glared at him and
demanded for an explanation immediately.
“Please don’t tell you have a supersonic jet and that
you killed that man” You took both hands to your forehead “James, what
happened” “I swear to god that is not me” He raised his hands,
the metal one was hidden under a leather glove “I went to the market… But then
I saw the news in a kiosk… They’re coming for me” “Who” You took a deep breath. “It could be anyone…” He pursed his lips in worry. He
was not afraid for himself, he had gone through this a hundred times and he
knew he would go through this a hundred more, but this time was very different.
He had someone to take care of, and it was you; you were not involved in this
fight, and you shouldn’t even be a part of “Steve, someone from HYDRA, the son
of that king… You should go (Y/N)” “Why?” “I don’t want you to get hurt… And you might, there’s
a big chance” “Then I’m taking all the chances” You took a step to
him “James I am not leaving you, I’ll be damned if I do” “You don’t understand” He held your hand with his
flesh one “This is not simple people we’re talking about… These are really
dangerous people, and…” “And what? James, come on, you’re scaring me” “That’s what I’m trying to do” He let go of you and
started to walk to the bedroom.
James looked for a bag and started shoving some of
your clothing. In one of the backpacks you gave him, he started to carefully
place the things you used at university. You didn’t want to leave, but
apparently, it was not up to you to make that decision. You stayed immobile
under the door frame and watched him with teary eyes as he prepared your things.
“So is this a goodbye James?” You walked next to him
and helped him with closing one of the bags. Your movements were way slower
than his, and when he noticed the shining droplets rolling down your cheeks, he
stopped immediately. “No, it’s not a goodbye” He took your hands in his and
made you turn to see him “It’s a… A see you son, it’s a I’ll come back for you”
Bucharest, a year later. You had accustomed yourself to live without James. You
were almost finished with your studies and you missed him more than ever; you
wanted him to be happy for you, to share all the process of it. He found you
during the first months, and now he wasn’t for the last ones. Since you had no
news from him, you often thought him dead.
You had found another apartment to live in while he
was gone; the few days after he was gone you saw the place had been tore down
by god knows who; fortunately, your scholarship covered the place to live, and after
returning home from campus, you put the water to boil and turned on the TV. You
saw the American billionaire being chased by the press to talk about what had
happened to Captain America and to his mates.
Out of a sudden, you hear the front door being
impatiently knocked. You muttered an insult and walked to it. Irina never came
by, she was busy with her own work; you mostly saw each other in classes and
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” A male voice said when you opened the door.