I just had a long discussion with my parents about how basically and given Discworld book would be a better thing to read in school than Lord of The Flies.
Reason number one: all of the same lessons are taught.
In LoTF, the reader is supposed to learn about mob mentality, oppression, and general prejudice, yes? Thud! is a good example of all of this. You’ve got two different groups of people fighting because Reasons, and the main character coming to terms with his own subconscious racism. What a damn good thing to teach high schoolers!
Reason number two: none of them are nearly so depressing.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I can not think of a single Terry Pratchett book that ends on a bad note. Not one. LoTF was painful for me to read, because all of the characters were making horrible, murderous decisions because… plot??? Boys will be boys?? The base instincts of humanity?? I am the author and everyone else sucks???
Reason number three: they are fun to read!
This kind of goes along with the last one, but the fact that Pratchett combines relatable characters and a good sense of humor with real world scenarios (going back to Thud! with the internalized racism) makes the books a joy to read! I have, out of the six books I’ve had to read for school, been indifferent or even hated four of them. I didn’t want to read any of them! I read two books a week for three frippin years! And I didn’t want to read the books they chose! I, just.
In conclusion: LoTF sucks, Thud! would be a much better choice.
I think one of the more entertaining and confusing things in animation school is, like every school, each prof thinks they teach the most important class and is the most important in the field
for instance my storyboard prof and layout prof this year constantly have a lot of opposite ideas. layout prof says memorizing perspective and layout mechanics is the number one thing in successful boards, meanwhile storyboard prof will sort of disregard it and say it’s not the most important thing. layout prof says you always need establishing shots, storyboard prof says she’s exhausted of regularly seeing them, etc
it just goes to show that literally everyone has their own opinions on what’s ‘right’, including two professionals who both worked for Disney
lmao I still can’t get over the fact that in JP’s mind it makes total sense to pitch a spinoff where Caroline teaches kids magic (because how many kid vampires are there, like how does that even happen?) and potentially ends up in NOLA when you have Bonnie ‘finally got the hang of this witch thing and am traveling to new places for self-discovery’ Bennett right there.
like don’t get me wrong, I don’t want Bonnie or Kat Graham anywhere NEAR a Julie Plec and I’m glad she got the hell out of Mystic Falls, but if that isn’t the perfect capstone to a history of Caroline being illogically shoe-horned into plots that Bonnie naturally fits because putting some blonde hair on it is worth the sacrifice in logic, idk what is.
Imagine dyslexic Kent trying so so hard to learn Russian as a surprise for Tater, signing up for a class at some community college but dropping it out of frustration. Imagine Tater finding out, and giving him lessons over skype, teaching him the kind of phrases Kent never would’ve learned in school.
Aztec solar disc stone
The solar disc was the emblem of the sun, known to the Aztecs as Tonatiuh, whom they imagined as a vigorous youth covered in red body paint and with ochre and yellow face paint. They believed that he was guided in his passage across the sky by Xiuhcoatl, the legendary fiery serpent that was also the deadly weapon that Tonatiuh used against his enemies in the underworld, the stars and the moon….
[This disc] is a simplified version of [the Sunstone]. The sun is represented here by four rays and by four sacred cactus thorns on the outside… In the centre is the calendrical number of the Fifth Sun (“4-Movement”). The date “6-Rabbit” appears in the border. It may refer to the year in which the stone was carved or to that of a historical event.
grapefruitwannabe and @inunanna wrote a fic. Together. <3
A New Keeper
Once upon a time. There was a high school. But not any high school. It was a JAPANESE highschool. That had DEMONS in it. Isn’t that crazy?? Who in their right mind would teach a demon? Well at this high school they had a very strange tradition. It was the Shikon no Tama.
Classes that should be required in high school and college
Life Skills courses:
LS1320 Doing Your Own Taxes
LS1321 Maintaining a Budget
LS1322 Applying for a Loan
LS1323 Maintaining Good Credit
LS1324 Basic Car and Home Maintenance
LS1325 & 1326 *competent, thorough, and accurate sex ed and personal health courses*
Seriously not everyone has family or friends that can give them accurate information on how to do these things and people without access to this knowledge can and will be taken advantage of.
Your parents teach you about race, racism, racial inequality. They show you the movies, repeat the names, memorialize the Kings and the queens in images on your walls. Images you only see in Black homes. They must be holding onto the past.
Because your school teaches you about slavery, the Civil Rights Movement, and all the things we’ve overcome and moved past and made better and you don’t see Black folk hanging from trees, you don’t see crosses burning in yards, bricks through windows, blood in streets. You can go to school with your white friends, their parents don’t seem to care if you come over and play. It can’t be all that bad, right?
School is the present truth. Parents truths are past.
Then you grow up. You aren’t a child anymore. But even when you were, you weren’t lookin’ at people the same way they were lookin’ at you. Adults don’t make sense anyway and sometimes white adults make even less sense because they don’t say the same words in the same way, not always. So when they say things that are coded, when they give you certain looks, you don’t really think twice about what it means.
They’re adults, you’re a child.
But then you grow up.
And you try not to think twice about what those looks and words and all of those things mean. You really do. But you’re not a child anymore. School is no longer the present truth. You’re in the real world, now. Welcome to it. Suddenly so many of the things your parents talked about make sense. Suddenly your parents truth, that past truth, is very much present.
We talk about the past as if it exists on an entirely different planet, in an entirely different universe. Millions of light years away and out of reach and so very far behind us.
But it does not. Everything is still here. The places are the same places. Some of the faces, the same faces. Some new faces but still racist. The laws, the lack of them. The loopholes, the abundance of those.
Not a million miles away but here. Right now. Where you’re standing, sitting, lying, reading, thinking, and breathing.
The only thing different is the calendar year. Numbers on a page that don’t make past things up and disappear or better or not so.
They just make them prettier… tolerable… quieter… easier for some folks to ignore… and easier still for some others to deny.
Unlike the entire weekend, today was actually going to plan – an odd feat for a Monday. Aidan had woken up on time, made it through his morning run, attended an interview for a position as a teaching assistant at a local elementary school, and made it through his first two classes without feeling the need to sneak a nap in the ten minute break between each. Now, he had a chance to relax during lunch with Marcus and Ella.
He strode into the restaurant (a small, family run place that specialized in paninis and soup) and slipped into a table, determined to hold down a spot before the lunch rush truly hit. He took out his phone, intending to shoot a text to the group conversation that had started up while they were planning this meet-up. Instead, he saw the text from Marcus, a simple claim that he wasn’t going to make it.
“Figures,” Aidan muttered, sure that some cute guy had popped up into Marcus’ life last minute. While Aidan was fond of Ella, he wasn’t so sure he could handle her on his own yet. She was still an overwhelming force of nature, endearing though she was. At this point, he’d just have to hope for the best.
On Nov. 15, 1866, Cathay Williams enlisted in the Army using the name William Cathay. She informed her recruiting officer that she was a 22-year-old cook. He described her as 5’ 9", with black eyes, black hair and black complexion. An Army surgeon examined Cathay and determined the recruit was fit for duty, thus sealing her fate in history as the first documented black woman to enlist in the Army even though U.S. Army regulations forbade the enlistment of women. She was assigned to the 38th U.S. Infantry and traveled throughout the West with her unit. During her service, she was hospitalized at least five times, but no one discovered she was a female. After less than two years of service, Cathay was given a disability discharge but little is known of the exact medical reasons.
Cathay Williams, First black female to enlist in the Army