The were the first people to come in contact with the murderous bastard who enslaved their people and kidnapped their children
It’s often assumed the Taino’s were “wiped out” they weren’t
Taino/Lokono* people are from Caribbean islands mainly (from my limited knowledge) Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Haiti/Dominican Republic.
We as Indigenous people need to remember not to wash away the histories of other Nations not in North America
Remember while we all have suffered since Columbus got lost, these people especially in Puerto Rico and Haiti still suffer from American Imperialism
*correction Lokono (who I miss named Arawak previously, and will now change after learning more information) folks from what I am being told are from northern South America & Caribbean isles but are a separate nation from the Tainos. I mixed up very sorry to any Lokono folks who have seen this and been hurt.
Guy belittles me..I make him lose over $100K per year.
I am a Purchasing Manager for the city I work in. I have been doing this job for 11 years. We have contracts with various vendors but I want to talk about the company that does all of our dirt/gravel/limestone work. This story happened almost 4 years ago.
When I started we had a contract with this company. I spoke to the owner quite often and he was a pleasant guy. It was a family owned business that had only 4 employees but they were always ready to help the city when we needed. Every year, the owner would drop by and sign the contract before the new year began.
Well, the owner ends up passing away and his son takes over the business. His son had worked for the company right out of high school but ended up going work somewhere else. Came back to take ownership when his dad died. I never met the guy, didn’t know him, but my wife went to high school with him. On his Facebook page, he has pictures of his huge home, 4 vehicles, 3 boats(who the hell needs 3 boats), every ATV and toy imaginable. Just out of curiosity, I check all of the invoices from prior years and saw that we paid this company anywhere from $80K-$200K per year. In the time I was there, I figured out an average of about $140K per year.
So, we were in the middle of our contract when the owner died. I had some property that I wanted to put some mobile homes on so I would need some dirt hauled to my property. I decided to use the same company that the city uses. My wife called the new owner and set everything up for a Monday to haul the dirt and form up the dirt into a pad. It would cost me about $3,000. The mobile home was going to be delivered the Tuesday afternoon.
So, I’m at my property waiting for the guy to show up. Never does. My wife calls him and he says he can’t do the job. Too busy. I find out where he’s at(through connections at my job) and I show up to the site. I didn’t tell him who I was but asked what was going on. He said he had a bigger job to do and wouldn’t be able to get to it. I tell him that I have a mobile home being delivered the next day and I needed the work and had him lined up and he said “You know, what you would have paid me won’t make a dent in my pocketbook.”
I just looked at him and said, “Alright…” and left.
So, I ended up having to call a whole bunch of different places and eventually found a guy that could do the job for me. While him and I are talking, I tell him where I work and he mentions if he could possibly do work for us as a vendor. I get his information down and tell him I’ll be in touch.
I start researching at work and come to find out, we are supposed to holding a bid for that kind of work due to the dollar amount. We just never did because no one else was interested in doing the work.
In December of that year, the new owner calls me up and asks when he can come by and sign the new contract. I inform him that “due to regulations” we have to do a bid process. He seems kind of nervous but I inform him that it’s just a process we have to go through now and he shouldn’t worry because I told him that I doubt any one else would bid. He seemed more at ease and asked how the bid process went. Informed him that I would send him the information and he would need to fill out the bid sheet and come by and drop it off in a sealed envelope by a certain date.
I call the other guy that helped me out and tell him about the bid process. I also informed him that the company we deal with and the prices that they give us already(every information we have is public knowledge so I’m not doing anything wrong) and let him know that he should bid under that.
The day before the bid open date, the new owner of said company comes by and asks for the Purchasing Manager. He doesn’t know my name, but he knows my face. I come in the lobby and his mouth instantly drops. I extend my hand and tell him hi and that I was, in fact, the guy he needed to see. He asks if there are any other bids and I inform him that we didn’t have any others come in yet, which was a lie since I had the other guys bid.
No one comes in for the bid opening, which isn’t required, but the other guy who helped me out ended up winning the bid. I call the new owner to inform him that we had another bid come in last minute before the deadline and they were less so we would have to go with them.
He. Was. Pissed.
He was stuttering and stammering. Telling me that I’m going to be taking food off his kids plate, etc. I told him there was nothing i could do. He went to the public works office and they told him the same thing.
He has lost the bid process every single year. He no longer posts pictures of his “toys” on Facebook and I believe he downsized his home as well.
…but every since this fucking lady threw a HUGE tantrum at my register the other day literally screaming for my (full) name and phone number and all other info to “get me fired” i’ve been thinking about this… do these fucktards not realize that /I/ literally have access to all their information from their rewards account? Our store has a free rewards program and for the most part people easily give us their F/L names, address, phone number, etc.
How about I turn the tables and contact YOUR boss Sharron, and tell her how YOU s c r e a m e d like a god damn CHILD for 20 mintues in the middle of my store and see how YOUR boss likes it? How would your boss react if I told them you cussed out three underage employees to tears??
what if I DEMAND that YOU be TERMINATED for your behavior in MY store???
#petition for us workers to demand tantrum-throwing customers information to report THEM to THEIR bosses
((again I’d never ever do anything like this but, hey, a girl can dream about it))
godd BBC Merlin is so gay that Merlin and Arthur are willing to sacrifice themselves to save the other by episode 4.
Like in episode 1 they ‘hated’ each other (but like Arthur couldn’t stop staring at Merlin when he saved his life ;) )
In episode 2 Arthur decided to trust Merlin’s word. And when Merlin said he’s just a servant so his word doesn’t count, Arthur gives him this look that just screams that he thinks the opposite.
In episode 3 Arthur defends Merlin, saying there’s no way Merlin could be a sorcerer even though he admits to it. He even says Merlin is a wonder while staring down like… that’s so gay
Then in episode 4 Merlin drinks from a poisoned cup, one he knows is poisoned just to save Arthur and then Arthur goes and risks his own life to get that damn rare plant and almost dies in the process and when Uther crushes the flower Arthur reaches for it through the bars because he’s so desperate and like DID ANYONE INFORM THEM THAT IT’S JUST EPISODE 4 OH MY GOD
like they were so attached to each other by that point that losing one another was unthinkable like… whatttt??? XD
I mean, they’re canon soulmates but like come onnn, let me live.
Tired of spending HG calling Ray and V when they don’t pick up? Me too! So I decided to sacrifice oodles of time and hourglasses to make you a nice spreadsheet detailing when the characters actually pick up their phone.
This is a work-in-progress. I’m not actually done playing through V’s route yet (I considered buying a day in advance but a) I don’t really have time to go through more than one chatroom every few hours, and b) I have sunk a positively ridiculous amount of HG into just phone calls alone), so this guide is only updated when I actually get the calls. I also haven’t finished filling out the chatroom titles, but I’ll get around to that later.
About the Guide:
I miss chatrooms, too. I jumped into Day 1 late so I don’t have many of those calls, either. So this guide is not a guarantee that the characters will pick up at every single time I’ve listed they pick up; it’s simply a list of the time when they picked up for me. Most of the time, it should be the same for others, but when I’ve missed a chatroom, sometimes calls are delayed and it may not be 100% accurate
That said: I appreciate help! If you’ve got information on a day that I haven’t filled out, please leave a comment! Together we can help more people get a chance to listen to more of our favourite characters ^^
And if you notice that something in my spreadsheet is wrong, please let me know! I’ll change it as soon as I can :)
Edit: If you’re thinking “I’ve called the characters but don’t remember when they picked up”, something you might be able to do is load up the file where you made those calls and look at your call log. It’ll tell you the day and time you made the call. Of course, this is going to be harder for people with tons and tons of phone calls to sift through, and if you bought days in advance it won’t be useful at all (since you could have called a character at 2pm real time but after an 8pm chatroom and it will show up in your phone log as 2pm, not 8pm). But any help is appreciated, if you’re willing!
How to Use It:
Each Day is in a separate tab at the bottom of the spreadsheet
There’s a legend on Day 1: basically a ‘-’ means I called them but they didn’t pick up, and a ‘x’ means I got to talk to them. Incoming means that character called me, and Outgoing means I called that character
If anything in the Outgoing column is blank, it’s because I didn’t try to call that character (so it’s possible that they might pick up; I haven’t tried)
I mention important things in the Notes section, like whether I missed a chatroom or if there were any bugs, etc.
That about covers it. I’ll probably make a new post when this guide is completed. I hope this helps you out!
“Well, talking about awkward huh?” Dean laughed nervously as Sam only looked at him with a hard look.
“Yeah, very.” he said through pursed lips and Dean cleared his throat, avoiding looking at him in the first place.
“Honey?” it was your voice that broke the silence that had set between the two Winchesters “Can you come help me?” you sounded a little too eager and at your question Dean’s body stiffened and he felt his heart beat harder inside his chest. Gosh, how every fiber in his body just screamed for him to find you.
But he knew he had to keep himself, much less something from showing. He cleared his throat and shook his head “Well, this is gonna be a whole lot of fun.” he huffed.
“Definitely.” Sam mumbled and Dean instantly looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
“You know I’m just joking, right?” he asked with a deep frown but Sam wouldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Yeah, when are you not?” he stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and prefered to look at the things that were in the house instead of pay attention to his insanely increasing jealousy.
Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.
I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone.
Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.
Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?”
My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile.
“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”
“Again?” Harry inquired quietly.
“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.
Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. But I couldn’t let it show.
“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.
“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”
With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea? There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did. Harry was my everything. And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind.
It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?
“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me.
My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”
Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week.
“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.”
“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.”
When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.
Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”
“I’m sure he would,” I muttered.
I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly.
“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”
A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”
“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated.
“Is that your answer to everything?”
“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”
My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut.
“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.
“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”
With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.
“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”
“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”
Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination.
“Hey,” I breathed.
“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes.
I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”
“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”
My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?”
Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?”
And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?
“Y/N? You still there?”
Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before. There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.
From Harry, 7:20pm. I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x
From Harry, 7:22pm. Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx
From Harry, 7:23pm. I heard your conversation with Kat.
With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.
From Y/N, 7:30pm. It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x
From Y/N, 7:33pm. If you want we could meet up tomorrow?
Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.
From Harry, 7:34pm. If that’s what you want.
It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me. My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache.
My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks.
“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?
“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly.
I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath.
“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”
“Harry, I really don’t think-”
“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier.
The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot.
“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper.
“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room.
I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down.
“Y/N, look at me.”
I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes. I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms.
“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”
“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head.
Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them.
“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.”
He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm.
“Harry,” I whispered into his skin.
He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek.
“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”
The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.
He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”
“I want to see you.”
Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. Harry groaned lowly at the sensation.
“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”
“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.
“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze.
I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.
“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his.
“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”
I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.
“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”
“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”
Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness.
“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes.
He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”
“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”
Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture.
Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x
Teacher liked to get too close to my friends in secondary, ended up quitting.
Well, this is my story. I’m a male, 26 yo currently. I was in secondary in grade 10th at that time (not sure how it works in other countries, here in grade 10th students are 15-16 yo).
We had an English teacher, male of about 40. He liked getting too close to girls. I was 15 at that time and I was friends with many of the girls in my classroom.
Well, it happened that my friend, lets call her J, told me that the teacher (let’s call him W) liked getting too close to her, hugged her and liked touching her (not sexually but with sexual connotations) and made her feel uncomfortable. Of course, I did not like that at all. J, then told me that W used to make her kind of indirect-sexual propositions. J was scared because of that, but she did not tell her parents or any adult. I was not going to speak for her, but I had to do something about it.
I was one of the best students in the class, in most of the subjects. I didn’t like W, but anyways, he kinda liked me for being a good student. I started researching and I found out that J was not the only girl that W molested. There were some others who had the same problem.
I was talking with my friend over the phone one night and we came up with an idea. We would write a kind of newspaper article, where we would say all the things the teacher used to say or to do with the girls. We would not put names or something. It would be anonymous. Just W’s name. So I did write a beautiful article where I narrated what I found out. I said that W liked touching girls, that he made sexual propositions to them, etc. and if they did not believe what I wrote, they could ask all girls.
In my town, at that time, it was not common having a computer. So I went to a cybercafe (probably the only one in the town at that time) and I made a word file with the article. I printed it, afraid of being discovered by the place’s owner (in these small towns everybody knows everybody), but nothing happened. I went to a different place to make copies from the article. The store’s owner did not realize anything either.
I was quite afraid, but excited for what would come. We went to the school, had clases as usual, and before the class ended for lunch break, J and I asked permission to go to the bathroom. I gave her about three copies of the article so she would put them in the girls bathroom and I went to the guys’ one. I pasted them inside the cubicles, in the walls.
So break time came, all students went out from their classrooms and many of them went to the bathrooms. It was like watching an explosion. All students started gathering in the bathrooms. It was all a mess, everybody was talking about the articles found there. Some teachers went to see what happened, collected all papers and, I guess, went to the school director with the news.
W, was (obviously) mad at what happen. Filed a report at the police station, and went looking for information on who did that. The ones who new about it were about 5 people but none of us said anything. After the scandal, some other girls decided to talk and it seems that W molested quite a bunch of girls in the school. An investigation went on and teacher decided to quit during the investigation. Not sure if he was found guilty of anything else than just molesting girls, never saw him again.
I was freaked out cuz I thought they would find out it was me who wrote that. W actually went to the classroom, that same day, with a victim-like attitude saying that all was false, and that he suspected that the ones who wrote that were some enemies he had from outside the school because it was quite well written (it seems he thought we were stupid students not able to write that). Who would think that one of the best students, one of the most respectable ones would write that kind of thing?
I must admit that it could have been handled differently, but we were just teenagers and teenagers always think stupidly. Anyways, I don’t regret it. Teachers learned that it was not good business to play with girls like that.
A freshman clarinet (in band we refer to human beings by the instrument they play) got caught off-guard by her period. I guess none of the other girls had spare supplies, and she couldn’t track down her parents. Somehow- despite the warnings from other clarinets that she’d probably get shouted out the door for daring to bother him with this- she went to our band director for help. Our very grumpy, 45-year-old, childless, never-married, male band director.
She peeped, “So, um, I started my-”
And then he was like: “AUGGggh I don’t need to know! It’s fine, kid. I’ll… I’ll take care of it, just… please stop talking.”
He drove to the 7-11 next door in his golf cart and bought a veritable variety pack of feminine products, just to cover his bases; and painkillers; and Gatorade because fluids are always good, right? And chocolate, to… appease the estrogen goddesses or something. All of this out of his own pocket. He then had a senior flute take the stuff in the girls’ bathroom, leave it there, and quietly go inform the freshie in need. That way she wouldn’t be singled out by other kids for receiving all this stuff.
I only know who this unfortunate freshie was, because a few years later she was able to laugh about it and tell most of the girls in the band. We never brought it up with the director again, obviously. But we all loved the story because, knowing our band director- and our entire band’s culture- we did not see that coming.
It was Sparta, okay. We were 120+ members and competing in the toughest regional competitions. Band camp was 6 hours a day, 5 days a week even in the dead heat of August, and continued to consume evenings and weekends through the end of November. The assistant director on drills was a Korean war vet who could’ve been dropped onto our high school football field straight out of Full Metal Jacket. The lead director’s disciplinary style was more subdued but just as scary: usually, he’d just glower us all into submission.
This mousy, 98-pound, 15-year-old girl had expected a Death Glare that would turn her into a smudge of ash on the band room carpet, just for having a uterus and a forgetful moment. But instead- in his own huffy, taciturn way- our Fearsome Leader took care of her. Like Bigfoot cradling a little duckling in his giant, hairy hands, it was a sweet gesture that makes you rethink how “scary” the big guy is… but also makes you giggle.
I just wanted to drop a note to everyone who follows this blog and other animal behavior / animal husbandry blogs to say thank you for being so open to new information, even when learning it is hard or uncomfortable or means admitting you might have been doing something incorrectly. A lot of you have reached out to me recently to tell me how you’ve changed your interactions with or your care for your pets as a result of being part of my readership, and it never fails to make my day. It’s a really huge thing to be comfortable accepting that you don’t know everything (or that you might have being doing something wrong) when an animal’s welfare is on the line - and being willing to improve based on new information and be open about the growth you’ve undergone is spectacular and highly commendable. And I know that for every person I’ve heard from there’s probably many more who just haven’t told their story.
Thank you all for caring for your animals and prioritizing continuing education and their quality of life over your egos. You rock, guys, and I’m so glad you’re part of the community.
Haz lo que quieras. = Do whatever you want. Haz lo que te dé la gana. = Do whatever you feel like. [snarkier?]
Nunca te perdonaré. = I will never forgive you.
Te lo juro. = I swear (to you). Te lo prometo. = I promise (to you).
¿A qué has venido? = What did you come here for?
No quiero excusas, quiero resultados. = I don’t want excuses, I want results.
salirse con el suyo = for someone to get away with something.
No te vas a salir con la tuya. = You won’t get away with this.
No permitiré que te salgas con la tuya. = I won’t let you get away with this. No permitiré que se salga con la suya. = I won’t let him/her get away with it. No permitiré que se salgan con las suyas. = I won’t let them get away with it.
estar embarazada = to be pregnant
Estoy embarazada pero no sé quién es el padre. = I’m pregnant but I don’t know who the father is.
¿Qué más da? = Who cares? / What does it matter? ¿A quién le importa? = Who cares?
Qué va. = No way. Ni hablar. = No way En absoluto. = No way. / Absolutely not. Para nada. = No way. Ni muerto/a. = Absolutely not. [lit. something like “not even if (someone) were dead”]
la mosquita muerta = two-faced liar / back-stabber
el/la amante = lover el esposo, la esposa = husband, wife [“spouse”] el marido, la mujer = husband, wife [sometimes “man” and “wife” in weddings]
el novio, la novia = boyfriend, girlfriend el novio, la novia = fiancé, fiancée el novio, la novia = groom, bride [wedding]
el prometido, la prometida = groom, bride
la boda = wedding
casarse con alguien = to marry someone estar casado/a con alguien = to be married to someone
Acepto. = I do. [in a wedding; literally “I accept”; in Spanish wedding vows typically start with ¿Aceptas este hombre / esta mujer como legítimo/a esposa…? “Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife…?” …….Saying acepto “I accept” is the equivalent of “I do”, though aceptar is normally “to accept” or “to agree”]
ser un caballero = to be a gentleman ser todo un caballero = to be a complete gentleman ser una dama = to be a lady ser toda una dama = to be very ladylike
Nos vemos. = See you soon. Hasta pronto. = See you soon.
Chau. = Ciao.
Adiós. = Goodbye. [can be a little formal like a “farewell”, and in some places it can carry the meaning of “I don’t know when we’ll see each other next]
Buenos días. = Good day. / Good morning. Buenas tardes. = Good afternoon. Buenas noches. = Good evening.
Buenos. / Buenas. = Hello. [a shortened form of buen@s (whatever time of day), works as a simple and informal greeting]
saludar = to greet / to wave / to salute despedirse = to say goodbye, to say farewell
el saludo = a greeting / a salutation la despedida = a goodbye
¡Salud! = Cheers! [when toasting] / Bless you! [when someone sneezes] [literally la salud is “health”]
Hasta nunca. = See you never.
¿Pero qué te pasa? = What’s wrong with you? / What’s up with you? / What’s your problem?
conocer = to know / to meet
Lo conozco. = I know him. La conozco. = I know her. Le conozco. = I know him/her. [regional, or more polite]
Es un placer conocerte. = It’s a pleasure to meet you. [informal] Es un placer conocerlo. = It’s a pleasure to meet you. [formal, male] Es un placer conocerla. = It’s a pleasure to meet you. [formal, female] Es un placer conocerle. = It’s a pleasure to meet you [formal / regional, or very polite]
Lo conocí pero estaba disfrazado. = I met him but he was in disguise.
Lo conocí antes. = I met him before. La conocí antes. = I met her before.
Lo conocía. = I used to know him. La conocía. = I used to know her.
Nos conocimos. = We met.
Nos conocíamos. = We used to know each other.
Nos conocimos hace mucho, pero no éramos amigos. = We met a long time ago, but we weren’t friends. [can be amigas if it’s two female friends]
volver = to return volver a hacer algo = to do something again
No pienso volver. = I don’t plan on going back. / I’m not going back.
Jamás volveré. = I will never return.
Nunca volveré a amarte. = I’ll never love you again.
enarmorarse de alguien = to fall in love with someone estar enamorado/a de alguien = to be in love with someone
Estoy enamorado de ella. = I am in love with her. [male] Estoy enamorada de ella. = I am in love with her. [female]
Estoy enamorado de él. = I am in love with him. [male] Estoy enamorada de él. = I am in love with him. [female]
No pienso enamorarme de nadie. = I don’t plan on falling in love with anyone.
No me interesa enamorarme. = I’m not interested in being in love.
verse las caras con alguien = to deal with someone [lit. “to see each other’s faces (with someone)” or “to face off against someone”] vérselas con alguien = to deal with someone
Dile que tendrá que vérselas conmigo. = Tell him/her that they’ll have to deal with me.
Ahora tendrás que vértelas conmigo. = Now you have to deal with me.
plantar cara = to stand up to (something/someone) / to confront, to face enfrentarse a algo/alguien = to confront something/someone, to face something/someone head on
hacer(le) caso (a alguien) = to listen to someone, to heed someone
No me hacen caso. = They don’t listen to me. / They don’t pay any attention to what I say. / They ignore me.
Te lo advertí, pero no me hiciste caso. = I warned you, but you didn’t listen to me.
Te lo dije, y no me hiciste caso. = I told you, and you didn’t listen.
Siempre tengo razón pero nadie quiere hacerme caso. = I’m always right but no one wants to listen to me.
Haces lo que quieras, no me haces caso. Pues, yo (hago como Pilato y) me lavo las manos. = You do whatever you want, you don’t listen to me. Well, I (do like Pontius Pilate and) wash my hands of it.
lucir(se) bien/mal = to look nice/bad verse bien/mal = to look nice/bad
Luces bien. = You look good. / You’re dressed nicely.
Te ves bien. = You look good.
Qué raro que me siento tan mal pero me veo maravillosa. = It’s so strange that I feel so awful but I look so amazing.
estar genial = to look amazing ser genial = to be great
estar espantoso = to look awful ser espantoso = to be awful
estar horrible = to look horrible ser horrible = to be horrible
Ah, querida, estás horrible. ¿No has dormido bien? = Oh, sweetie [f], you look awful. Are you not sleeping well?
Estás espantosa. Yo genial. = You look awful. I look great.
No es tan terrible como parezca. = It’s not as terrible as it looks. No está tan terrible como pienses. = It doesn’t look as bad as you think it does.
¿Estás enferma, querida? Estás fatal. = Are you sick, dear[f]? You look awful.
Qué horrible. = How awful. Qué terrible. = How terrible.
learning a foreign language can be daunting, especially when you are tasked to learn and memorize a large number of words and a new set of grammar rules… hopefully with these tips, it will help you learn and retain a new language as well as get an A in the class!
stay organized: whether its binders or folders, find a method to keep track of all of your papers… don’t throw any away! unless instructed by your teacher/professor, all of your papers and notes potentially have important information that can help you on your tests and quizzes
find your study method: it is important to find an effectiveway of studying… some popular methods are flashcards and reviewing your notes (i personally use quizlet to review and memorize words and i look over my notes for grammar rules) there are many other methods, so you’ll have to find the correct method for you based on your goals
study frequently: cramming for a foreign language is rarely effective, so make sure to study over several days when preparing for a test or quiz (everyday would be preferable)… this can be difficult depending on your schedule, so i recommend studying between classes, 5 minutes during lunch, or a little in your spare everyday. this, along with your normal study routine, will aid memorization in the short and long term
review tests and quizzes: after you get a test or quiz back, make sure to note words/grammar rules that you didn’t understand… study these first and frequently to build memorization
incorporate words into your natural vocabulary: it can sometimes be awkward to use words from a foreign language outside of the classroom, but, using words from a foreign language in your natural vocabulary can help you make connections between the two languages that can help with long term memorization and translation (i recommend incorporating words with friends that either speak the language or are taking the same class in order to make it less awkward)
All I want for my baby, light of my life, precious Sansa to survive this goddamned winter without a scratch and befriend Gilly and have fabulous tea parties together wherE NO ONE IS INVITED BECAUSE THEY’RE THE ONLY ONES GETTING ACTUAL SHIT DONE THAT WILL GRANT A BETTER FUTURE FOR Y’ALL’S ASSES THIS COMING SPRING.
Sansa, you’re doing amazing sweetie. You’re one of the good ones and I can’t wait for everyone other than Jon and Tyrion to see that. You deserve the world. It’ll pay off and will have all your dreams come true, start healing after all the godawful shit you’ve been through. You’re a survivor and apparently the only competent ruler in this chaos.
Gilly, honey I admire you for learning every day, educating yourself. You are a true inspiration that needs to be recognised. DON’T EVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE, YOU ARE IMPORTANT AND NOT ONLY BECAUSE YOU HAPPEN TO STUMBLE UPON VITAL INFORMATION EVERYONE IGNORES BUT SHOULD LISTEN THE FUCK TO. YOU. ARE. SO. IMPORTANT.
I encourage every writer reading this to save their writing, no matter what.
Let me give you an example: In 2015, I wrote an outline for a script (I consider myself a novelist, but this idea screamed for the big screen). I had everything down on a Microsoft Word document, from beginning to end–not just for that one script, but a collection of vague ideas surrounding the mythology and potential sequels.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t start it. Something was missing. It baffled me, to have everything so clearly defined, and yet to lack an integral piece of the story. For days I wrestled with this, staring at the blank screen–until finally, in a feat of rage, I deleted the document.
Fast forward a year later. I’ve moved on. I’ve completed many other projects since then. I’d completely forgotten about that one lousy script idea, until, sure enough, sudden inspiration dawned on me. I understood where I’d gone wrong. I rushed home, opened my laptop, only to remember I’d deleted the plot outline. It was gone. Worse, I could only remember bits and pieces–flashes of scenes that seemed too random when scrutinized so closely.
I never recovered my notes. The script, to this day, remains dead because I’d failed to maintain information. This is why I encourage all of you to cling to your writing, no matter how awful it might seem in the moment.
The days which followed were completely dedicated to Kim Namjoon’s transformation. You figured that you should work on changing his outward behaviour before changing the way he looked. If the physical transformation happened first and he didn’t have the personality to suit it, people could just call him fake. The bullying would just get worse.