This is at my school because we are v artsy and our walls are basically all paint and i am so proud to be at the school im at. So lady gaga posted it on instragram and we were v excited because lady gaga is queen. im not gonna lie, we’re a pretty liberal school and this was obviously salt at trump’s victory but honestly???
so right it went pretty viral and the superintendent calls our principal and is like ‘your sign is making a political statement take it down’ and like what??? do you want us to promote a culture of acceptance? because kids were terrified at my school on wed and still our. our gsa was in tears and that not even the worst of it.
do you want a sign that says ‘undocumented students there are walls…female students men can grab you…muslim students you are all isis…black students..all lives matter…mexican students you are all pretty sus so hand the drugs over…lgbtq+ we dont accept you’?
honestly the fact trump won means that these simple statements of acceptance are now ‘political statements’ and im disgusted. im fine if you voted for trump bc of his economic politics (even if i dont agree) or policy matters but this is a matter of respect and love for each other and the fact that respect is controversial is so disgusting
if i come back to school on monday and this is changed or painted over im going to be so disgusted at this world
OKAY OKAY SO IN THE BEAUTIFUL WORLD BLOOPERS GERMANY’S VA SAYS:
“We will interview all the activities, but not the Model UN because that would just be too metal!”
AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DONT UNDERSTAND:
MODEL UN IS SHORT FOR MODEL UNITED NATIONS AND ITS A YMCA PROGRAM WHERE EVERY MEMBER REPRESENTS A DIFFERENT COUNTRY, AND MUST KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THEIR COUNTRY.
THEN THEY HAVE SEVERAL MEETINGS TO DISCUSS WORLD PROBLEMS.
Sir MacArthur said, pausing in front of the class. “Today I’ll be telling you
of your Performance Task.”
was a million groans ringing through the classroom and Tonio muttering a barely
audible ‘punyeta!’. It was English
class, the least of Tonio’s favorite subjects, and it had his least favorite
teacher. It didn’t help that they, the seniors, were approaching what they
called ‘hell week’. Also known as deadlines
dito, deadlines doon.
MacArthur swung his ID with its binocular keychain. “To make things easier for
you, the faculty decided to integrate as much subjects as possible in your
Performance Tasks. So you’ll be pleased to know that this incorporates seven subjects.”
Takte. This only meant that if they failed this one, they’ll fail seven
subjects at once.
down,” MacArthur said, and there was the shuffling sound as people got their
ballpens and notebooks. Tonio pulled out a small notepad—his to-do list—from
his pocket. Kwaderno ng sakit ng ulo, he
grumbled as he took his HBW.
“You will make a short film, minimum ten minutes
and maximum twenty minutes. Love story.” There was giggling from the Wattpad
enthusiasts (and Pepe) “Burned in CD. You can get outside directors if you want,
but the script must be made by you. You can also have other people in the film,
but they can’t be major characters.” Ang
arte naman, thought Tonio as he wrote.
“Other subject teachers will
tell you what they’ll grade, but for English, I’ll be grading the dialog,”
MacArthur counted off his fingers, “writing and plot. Speaking of which,” he
put on his grin, the grin that Tonio absolutely feared after he told them let’s have deadlines for dinner tonight a
semester ago. “The plot has to be something I’ve never seen before. You’ll need
your group ideas to be approved before you get to writing. So now!” he clapped
his hands loudly, and Tonio flinched. “Groupings! Count by six,” he said with the grin. And he pointed at Joven, the
quiet boy who sat at the corner. “START!”
said, with all the vigor that his name implied. The counting continued with his
seatmate, on and on, while Tonio dreaded being groupmates with the lazy ones.
You know who they are. Every class
had them, especially class 10-A.
counting neared his seat at the middle, Pepe said, “Two!” and Tonio immediately
started praying to all the saints, sana
group two sana group two sana kasama yung valedictoria—
MacArthur suddenly boomed, disturbing Tonio from his vigil. The man was
pointing at him. “What’s your number?”
blinked and looked at his seatmate, Alejandrino, for aid. “Ano daw?” he asked,
ignoring how MacArthur’s mustache twitched in annoyance when he didn’t use
“Six ako,” Alejandrino said, almost apologetic. “One ka.”
said defeatedly. And the counts continued. He grinned when Paco got in one and
nearly drove his HBW through his notebook when Mascardo said the same number.
MacArthur’s voice cracked again. “Organize into your groups! By the end of
class your ideas better be approved and a ¼ paper with members and group name has been passed!” Students stood up, holding up numbered fingers or shouting their
group numbers, and MacArthur glared at Tonio. “AND USE ENGLISH!”
Rusca said as he sidled next to Tonio.
grinned at that. “One ka?”
brad. Ay, yun sila,” and he pointed towards the window area where Paco was
waving a finger, surrounded by—
Ay, tangina naman.
reason of why Tonio hated groupwork: his groupmates.
to read his mind, and laughed. “Hindi pa katapusan ng mundo, dre.”
Siguro. Paco and Rusca were here. Joven, too—
he wasn’t too close with the transferee, but they bonded from time to time
during club meetings; and, he was always polite to Tonio. Apolinario Mabini was
here, too—he was serious, he scared Tonio a little bit with his glare that
could shut anyone up… but he was their salutatorian, second only to Pepe. He
could trust him to do a good job. Perhaps the same could be said for the one behind
Aguinaldo, class president, also an honor student, but too friendly with
Mascardo and too sipsip for Tonio’s
taste. However, they were on the good side. And then Tomas Mascardo. Then him.
And that was
where Tonio froze.
love story?! PERO LALAKE TAYO LAHAT DITO!”
School’s just around the corner here in my country, and so that means it’s time for a supplies haul! (: Me and my mom bought everything in Divisoria, from a wholesaler under the company name PAMCO. I highly recommend this store for all Filipinos out there if you want to save money and get the best deals. Take note that as of now, they are not accepting retail orders for some products.
Hey #LOOP Heads! Last year was a difficult one, but I’ve been inactive far too long. I just want to thank all of you for the support, shares, likes, and love over the little year and a half I was creating loops. I honestly didn’t know I was taking a hiatus until I was already in one, but I’m back! Aaand, I hadn’t completely stopped creating, so there’s actually a queue of fresh content, starting now! I thought this one would be fitting for today. Happy 4/20!
“So ako, si
Paco at Joven yung magsusulat ng skrip?” Tonio asked, writing it down in his kwaderno ng sakit ng ulo. As he wrote he
noticed Filipino Performance Task!!! written
on it. Bukas na pala yan. Lintik.
all sitting down at the best table in the cafeteria, the one next to the window
that blew cool breeze that (somewhat) soothed Tonio’s nerves. “Oo,” Mabini
said, who was poking at his tapsilog. Emilio
was next to him, as usual. Tonio couldn’t help but find it a little sweet.
“Pagkatapos i-send nyo sa’kin para ma-spell and grammar check ko. Sinong
mag-e-edit ng footage?”
said in mouthfuls of ensaymada. At everyone’s stare, he said, “Gulat? Oy,
magaling ako d’yan, wag kayong mag-alala.”
bibili ng CD at mag-bu-burn,” Mascardo piped up.
mahirap na gawa ‘yan,” Tonio muttered.
at him. Tonio returned it in kind. To his right, Emilio groaned. “Pag tapos na
yung pagplano, pwede na tayong maghiwa-hiwalay. Di nyo ba magawang maging
sibilisado, kahit ilang minuto lang?”
blinked and looked at Emilio. The man looked more stress than he had ever seen
him, and a strand of his flat-top hair was actually down. Hell week nga. “Sorry na,” Tonio said, quickly but earnestly.
“Ano pa yung kailangan?”
that MacArthur would’ve called ‘tension’
roiled through their table.
lang ‘yan!” Paco pointed out. “Kapag alam na natin kung ilan yung characters at
kapag nasulat na na’tin, tsaka na lang mag-assign.”
nodded, and he looked like a weight was plucked off his shoulders. “Wala pa
namang due date na binigay. Basta ma-send nyo sa’kin Lunes pagkatapos ng
long-weekend. Punta na kami sa library.”
And Mabini wheeled himself away from the
table. He was struggling to turn the chair until, with a huff, Emilio pushed
the chair for him. As they were going away, Tonio caught some of their
“Kaya ko na’to!”
“Alam ko. Pero di ibig sabihin na
papabayaan lang kita.”
Rusca said with a smile. Tonio didn’t like that smile more than he liked
MacArthur’s. It was the grin of a prankster with a plan in motion.
ako sa kanila,” Mascardo said, standing up. Walang
may pake, Tonio thought.