I genuinely hope that henrik knows how extremely talented he is, how much we love him, and how much we appreciate what he brought to the role of Even, and to skam in general. I love how much of a team the skam cast and crew are, and how they work together to create something so wonderful and relatable. this season wouldn’t have been the same without henrik and I’m really glad he went out for the audition that day.
A bunch of things that have happened at my school.
The graphics teacher here is seen and worshipped as a legend. Some of the graphics kids made hundreds of stickers of just his face and stuck them on stop signs all over the world.
Some girl got caught piercing another girl’s bellybutton during lunch. Like ya do.
Our TV class (they film the school news, aka “the buzz” every week) went to California, but some of them got arrested for underage drinking while there.
Last year, my US history teacher kicked open his door while wearing a jedi robe, proclaiming “IT IS TIME TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS!” (after which he made students play dnd with him)
My friend went up to our creative writing teacher and yelled “I’M GAY!” to which the teacher responded “WE KNOW!”
We have a huge rivalry with another school. Multiple times, both schools have been told to tone it down with the hatred. Football games are insane.
My marine science teacher made a student hold a spider while using “it doesn’t have many mitochondria” as reassurance.
This kid on instagram threatened to shoot up the school on a saturday. No one really caught onto the saturday part, so everyone freaked out.
We take spirit week VERY seriously - during the most recent one, people were running around the school in those inflatable dinosaur costumes. Also, we have “jazzercise thursday” aka seniors dress up in neon clothing and sprint around the school with whistles, consequently making all the teachers crave death.
The graphics teacher found ink buckets in the ceiling of his lab. No one really knows how they got there??
Because this is the south, if you go to the student parking lot, I guarantee you can find at least three jeeps lined up next to each other.
In french class sophomore year, we were being taught how to count in french. The french word for eighty (quatre-vingts) literally transltes to four twenties. My best friend stood up and screamed, at the top of his lungs, “FOUR TWENTY!” and got kicked out of the classroom ten minutes before the bell.
That’s all I have for now; I’m sure I’ll be back with more.
In which, in the end, Lance will always choose someone over himself.
A strained smile on his face, Lance lets out a low laugh, the small sound echoing around the dimly lit chambers of the lion. It was quiet, too quiet, with only the sound of his breathing and the fizzing of his teammates’ holograms filling the air.
From his seat in a badly beaten Blue, he can see Shiro’s dark eyes wide with sheer disbelief, pale lips repeating, how, how, how, over and over again as if it’s the only word he knows how to say. Hunk, to the right of their leader’s screen, pants desperately, blood and vomit dribbling down his chin. Dazed and confused with no comprehension that they had gotten beat. Badly. Pidge’s connection is fuzzy and laggy, tears staining their cheeks as they dive deep into their console, scrambling for a fix between red and blue wires.
And Keith. A black, blank screen, nothing from his lion, the lion that was drifting in the middle of space: offline and down for the count. Lance urges Blue on, to close the gap of space between her and Red so they both can find out just what happened to the pilot inside.
I’m sorry, but I had to lie to you. Mr. Stewart didn’t buy my story at all. He was on to me, but I think I found a way to protect you, to get you out. So get going, run like hell and clear your name. You need to prove your innocence. I need to do something else.