Back in that time, Norway was the reason why they did not froze/starved to death during severe winter, never letting bonfire die and feeding themselves when whole town thought they have long been out of anything edible, while Denmark was the reason why they they could live in so much plenty during summer, hunting way more than they could ever eat and getting anything pretty and shiny out of nowhere and anywhere for Norway.
So I thought I’d write a thing to start myself off in @hetaliafandomhub ‘s aph Ambassador project, and I decided to choose the thing I know best.
First of all, England as a general rule doesn’t do middle school. There are a few exceptions to this, but they’re quite rare, and it’s considered odd to have attended a middle school. English children normally go to two schools, a primary school that goes from Reception to Year 6 (ages 5 to 11) and secondary school, which goes from Year 7 to Year 11 (ages 11 to 16). Most secondary schools also have a Sixth Form attached, which encompasses Years 12 and 13 (ages 17-18) although there are some specific Sixth Form colleges. After that, it’s off to tertiary education if you choose. Students are also free to leave schools in Year 11 if they have an apprenticeship or some other form of employment or training waiting. Also we call private schools public schools because they were invented to be available to whoever could afford it, not just the traditionally aristocratic families way back a few centuries ago. There are two types of free secondary schools in England, grammar schools and comprehensive schools. Comprehensive schools are schools that will take all students regardless of ability and intelligence. Grammar schools will only take students that have received a certain mark or higher in the Eleven Plus, an exam taken by almost all English children at the age of 11 to determine their academic prospects. Something also interesting to note is that comprehensive schools are more likely to be co-ed than grammar schools, and the majority of grammar schools are still all-boys or all-girls. That’s all I can think of for now! If there’s anything else you want to ask, feel free to.
((repost bc I made some mistakes in the last one, and tumblr’s being a butt and not letting me edit the original or even delete it))
i. it tastes of playground nausea and your first kiss; of asphalt and bloody lip and pencil shavings. of angry teachers and crying, crying, crying.
ii. of the absence you carved in your chest when you pushed your mother away. of the way it turned black hole, turned greedy and ever-taking. of the way it only grew outward.
iii. of his lips, his lips, his lips. of post-midnight car drives and his lips. of tree-houses and basements and laughing friends and his lips. of warm summer nights and his lips. of momentary happiness and his lips.
iv. of wounded ego. of wanting something the moment it pulls away from you. of rocking boats and seasickness. of holding it bleeding in your palm and breaking its limbs. of coaxing it back towards you. of watching it beg you to let it go. of not listening.
v. of his eyes when you tell him you do not love him. when they turn dark brown and broken. when you tell him you got lost in someone else. when you tell him he is the only thing that ever makes sense to you and you want to unlearn language; get lost in places you’ll never find yourself again.
Reena B.| What is guilt and why does it feel so raw?