#my anatomy teacher is using it as a grading source

[ace-with--a-mace]

quizlet pls let me change my username sil vous plait PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

does shapeshifter stan still think of himself as the dumb twin?

i was rotating Scenarios (as you do) (shapeshifter edition today) and having him describe himself as a high school dropout with bad grades made me go Wait That Felt Weird. and i feel like the other characters would also go Wait What

im not sure why i had that reaction. is it bc hes involved in the science in that fic? is it because he does so much Plotting? is it bc hes technically supposed to be teaching them about shapeshifters? something about it made me go wow that was a more fucked up opinion of your self worth than usual my guy!

Not as much as canon Stan, as in his mind school was an act he wasn't even trying at. Stan's got a really good memory, so if he applied himself and used it here he would have succeeded. He just didn't care to, as that was Fords thing and he was actively trying to be Fords opposite. Ford was good at school! Loved learning! So Stan wasn't going to try! Or at least do the bare amount of effort. By the time he reached high school he was focused on making their supernatural sailing dream a reality, and already knew all the human grade stuff would be useless. The only reason he kept going to school was because Ford was there, and Ford liked school so Stan wasn't going to drag him away from it.

Stan's self worth here is hugely based on not being Fords blood twin and the thought of Ford not being as attached to Stan as Stan is to him. He also has to be the Best shapeshifter here, as not only is he Fords source of information, its how he gets money to 'win' back his place with his family. If he's not the best at keeping Ford informed and doing all the sneaky shapeshifter stuff then whats even the point of him? If Ford's not his brother than who's Stan? The thought of messing either of those points up is what he stresses over.

Stan still doesn't think of himself as smart, but if at any time Ford hard quizzed him on how he shifted (and he def does) then Ford would be hit with the fact that Stan knows a looooot about biology. Not on a cellular level, but anatomy is something Stan's good at, as he has to think about how he's moving his body around when he's figuring out a shift. He's constantly thinking about bone structure, fat layers, joints, veins, all kinds of things! Once he figures out a shift he memorizes the feeling of it and can move his body around on command, but he needs to work to get there, he's not as fluid or instinctive as Shifty (who's both a baby and never got stiff from not shifting like other shifters)

If hard pressed Stan could also recall all their school lessons and even recite what their teachers told them word for word. He just has to focus to access the memory, and he's got way more important things to be doing, like figuring out how long he can be Tate before someone notices there's three Tates.

[0-marx-0]

What I’ve learned during my first year of college so far:

These are just some things that work for /me/, they’re not for everyone, but feel free to try them

Meal Plan (As a commuter):

Don’t jump for a plan with over 7 cafeteria swipes a week + whatever meal $’s. My roommate got one similar for $1000 (10 swipes a week, $300 meal dollars per semester) and ended up using maybe 4 swipes a week and spent all her $’s on food places on campus within the first month or two.

Your classes are most likely not going to be far enough apart that you’re going to eat x2 a day and /not/ get tired of the school cafeteria food. You’re also not going to be going to classes on weekends, so you really don’t need a lot of swipes per week.

My plan was $200 cheaper and I get 1 meal swipe + $9 every weekday to use on anything— so I usually get a coffee at our school’s Starbucks before class and get food from the school cafeteria after all my classes are done with. Or if I’m not in the mood for coffee, I’ll get something to-go after class from the subway or Japanese place to take home. I’ve even used the $9 to buy school supplies or masks (because I always forgot mine).

Going To Classes: I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t attend most of my classes first semester— BUT, I still got A’s and B’s. I have ADHD so it was just really hard to focus on lectures at 9am and I felt like I was being a distraction or rude if I had an earbud popped in one ear listening to music, since that actually helped me focus. I only skipped classes where the teacher would record the lecture online, or posted their slides, and ones where attendance wasn’t required— which you can find if it is in the syllabus or by messaging your professor. I would use class time to finish more work than I’d be able to in class, especially since 2 of my teachers my first semester straight up told us that what they’re talking about in the lecture won’t matter for the test.

Make a small list of what the syllabus says for each class: My first semester I struggled remembering the different requirements for each class, whether tests were open book, if attendance was required, if we got one exam dropped, etc. Second semester I opened an empty doc and basically summarized the important stuff for each syllabus- that way I wouldn’t have to reread 15 pages to find one thing.

Ex:

Human Anatomy and Physiology-

Attendance not required

Lowest exam replaced with final exam grade

Low-effort emails will be deleted without response

All exams/quizzes open book

Don’t need to raise hand to leave class

Water bottles allowed

Talk to your professors!!!: I cannot stress this enough. If you have a question, email your teacher or TA. Even if you think they’ll say no. Last semester I was writing an argumentative paper on the benefits of the legalization of abortion, and I was struggling to find a peer-reviewed source that was against abortion for the counter-argument.

Lo-and-behold, these weird religious guys that have been invading my campus lately are back. They’re yelling about how us gays are going to hell and shit while I was trying to write my essay. He had a few anti-abortion signs and eventually started rambling about that so I took some pictures of the posters and wrote down the stuff he was saying about it. I asked my teacher if I could use the protest as the counter-argument instead and she actually approved it. I got a 96 on that paper.

Study in the cafeteria: If your campus is chill, they won’t mind you studying in the cafeteria. Just don’t be an asshole and take up an entire table to yourself during lunch rush where there’s barely any tables available, but if the cafeteria is pretty empty- then study in the cafeteria. You can snack on food and stuff while studying, my school’s cafeteria is set up buffet-style- so I’d be able to just get up and get something to eat if I started getting hungry or distracted. The second best place to study is in whatever coffee shop is on or near your campus, I don’t know why but I work better whenever I smell coffee.

Scheduling classes: D o n ‘ t schedule your classes for like 8am, trust me, you’re not gonna go to them. And don’t schedule your classes so far apart, maybe do 30 or 1 hour intervals but nothing more than that if you can help it. Especially as a commuter. One of the worst schedule things my Uni does is that they have the lecture at 8-9:15am and the lab for the /same/ class from 7-9:45pm for some ungodly reason, and I can’t change that. It’s so inconvenient to leave campus and then have to go back later at n i g h t.

Taking Notes: If you have a professor that posts their lecture slides before class, you are lucky. However, this probably means they talk at the speed of light and do this because students have emailed them numerous times asking them *for* the lecture slides and they just decided to post them for everyone before-hand.

For these classes, I usually copy down the lecture slides into my notebook before the lecture- because professors often give extra information during lectures that aren’t on the slides; and it’s hard to copy what’s on the slide before they click to the next one while also listening to what they’re saying.

This is all I can think of right now, but if y’all have any questions feel free to ask

[poptod]

A Taste of What You Paid For (Rogerina x Reader)

Description: Quiet doesn’t mean submissive and smart doesn’t mean inept outside school.

Notes: here’s one of the fics i never published on liz taylor cause it was a one shot! there’s a bit of a frisky scene at the end but its fine everything is fine. gender neutral WC: 1.7k

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"I told you, we don't need a damn petsitter!"

"Watch your mouth, young lady," her mother chided harshly, her words curt on a silver tongue.

You watched on with an inner sense of looming despair, one that always popped up in your head whenever people fought in front of you. Especially when it came to family.

The Taylor family was popular simply on the reputation of their youngest daughter, Elizabeth. She was one of those girls who was insanely pretty and knew it perfectly well, using it to her advantage in every situation she could. You couldn't blame her––if you were pretty like that, you'd probably use it that way too.

That being said, your very faint school-connection to Liz in no way aided you in understanding her mother, who had employed you for the weekend. Apparently she and her husband had some sort of trip to make into London, and coming back home to sleep was more expensive than simply paying someone to take care of their cat and bird. For some reason they didn't trust Liz with that job, and you didn't care to ask why, considering the two of them were still arguing with one another.

You pursed your lips as you continued to watch with wide eyes. How long was this going to continue?

"And you had to get them?!" Liz yelled, gesturing rather violently in your direction. You flinched back instinctively.

"What's wrong with (Y/N)? Are they some sort of kleptomaniac or something? Your teachers certainly seem to like them, much more than they like you at least," her mother bit back.

Ouch. That was low. You just had good grades. It had nothing to do with behavior.

"Um, Mrs. Taylor? I have to get home soon," you interrupted quietly, ever hesitant to speak up. Both women turned to you as though in sudden realization you were still standing there.

"Of course, dear. I'm sorry.. um, you can come by Friday afternoon, and after that just once or twice a day," she said, pausing before she rooted through her purse, pulling out her wallet. From that she handed you a couple pounds, to which you thanked her and bowed your head slightly.

"Thank you. I'll, um, see you later then," you said, waving a shy good-bye to both of them before bolting out the door.

What a fucking disaster, you thought to yourself bitterly, your face screwed into a frown. Instantly the chill of fall hit you, the disappearance of the sun marking a time where your hands were best kept huddled in your pockets. The backpack on your shoulders was the only real sense of insulation you had.

Your home was a decent walk away, enough that you probably should've found a bus or cab, but the only money in your pocket was preemptive payment for petsitting you hadn't yet done. Besides, most of the busses were stocked full with workers heading home.

By the time you reached home your boot-clad feet were aching, the hard soles in your heels throbbing. Fortunately enough it was a feeling you were used to, and sleep was not hard to find when you collapsed in bed after the long day.

Pepper, the Taylor's white cat, was a friendly fellow who enjoyed a good drink. From your glass. And only your glass. No matter how you filled up his water bowl or set out glasses for him to drink from, he always returned to the one you had taken a sip out of. Eventually you kept your glass in hand, keeping it there even as you filled his bowl with food, a single kitchen lamp lighting your work.

Traditionally, your Friday nights were spent getting lost in the woods, but every now and then you needed to make some extra cash. That was precisely the reason you took up this little job here––not because you wanted to see Liz.

Not because she was really nice to look at and had a rose perfume.

No.

The creaking and slamming of a door startled you from pouring wet food into the tin bowl, making a drop of the juice land on the counter. You winced internally at the fishy smell that invaded your senses.

"The fuck – oh. You," she said from behind you. You turned to her, noting with interest the way she leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

"Evening," you said with a small wave.

"How's – how's the cat," she asked, a slight slur taking over her tongue as she stumbled towards you. The closer she got the more you could smell her––the perfume, the shampoo, the alcohol reeking off her mouth and clothes.

"He'll be coming along soon," you said, knowing that once he smelled the food he'd come running.

"Mm. How long have you been here?"

"In your house?"

"Mhm,” she nodded.

"Got here just a bit ago. Had to refill your cat fountain," you said. They had bought a special, indoor fountain for their cat, since he had trouble drinking. Obviously.

"My mother," Liz grumbled, setting her elbows on the counter as her shoulders went up to her ears. Blonde locks curled around her cheeks, accentuating the soft blush beneath her skin. "She thinks I can't take care of anything beside myself. That is not true."

You can't take care of yourself, either, was the first thing to come to mind, but instead you said, "why does she think that?"

"I drink too much for her liking," Liz said, sighing as she dropped her head to rest on the cool, marble countertop.

"That's alright," you said, ever so slightly distracted by finding the recycling, "I smoke too much for my mother's liking."

Liz giggled, the high melody filling the mostly-silent room. You couldn't help but grin yourself, though you turned away so she couldn't see, embarrassed of your own delight.

The moment you set the food bowl back in its' spot, Pepper came tumbling down the stairs, his puffy tail a straight line behind him.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Liz asked, almost whined, as she drunkenly spun herself around to lean her back against the counter, hooded eyes following you intently.

"A little bit longer. I have to clean your birdcage," you said as you left Pepper to find the bird. You glanced around the corner, into the living and dining rooms. "And, um... where is that? Exactly?"

"Up in my room," she said, "since Pepper won't leave her alone."

"Oh," you said softly as images ran rampant through your head.

You weren't particularly infatuated with Liz, but seeing her room would certainly be interesting, considering the amount of things you'd heard about her. Either way it would be you and her alone in a much smaller room.

For ease you pulled the trash can up the stairs with you, lugging it into her room to dispose of the birdcage floor. She led the way for you, though offered no help, not that you expected her to. While you fiddled with the cage lock, she sat on her bed with feet on the floor, one leg atop the other as she watched you in interest.

Her eyes on your neck proved to be a strong source of stress for you. How delightful––blushing from just a gaze. Liz, in her drunken stupor, didn't seem to realize just how giddy that made you.

A few minutes later you were setting out new hay and newspaper for the floor of the cage, a slight smile occurring to you whenever the bird chirped. You had yet to know the name, but she seemed nice. Her black feathers were a stark difference to Pepper's white coat.

"(Y/N)?" You heard from behind you, her voice soft and high, lulling you away from the task at hand.

"Yes?"

"Could you come here?"

You paused, taking a moment to process her request. After a moment you brushed your hands off, stepping away from the cage to approach her. As before, she was sitting on her bed with her feet in front of her, one leg resting atop the other. Long legs in tall, black boots led up to her hips and waist, where small, flared shorts sat with a belt tight around the jean loops. With her puffy button down leading to her small waist, she was an image so hot it casted blushing heat upon your face.

You tried not to let it show.

She beckoned you closer still, and after another moment's thought you obeyed. As you did so she shifted, placing her legs on either side of your standing ones, with her eyes set dead upon yours.

"Do you remember me? From our classes," she asked softly, craning her neck to look up at you.

"Certainly. Literature and anatomy."

"Mmm," she hummed with a smile, nodding. "I love watching you give presentations in English."

"Really?" You chuckled. "Why?"

"You've got a lot of passion," she said, and the tips of her fingers brushed against yours. You froze up at the sensation, but she only continued with, "I like that."

"I just like overanalyzing stories."

"And you're good at it!"

"Well, thank you, but... I'm sure that's not the reason why you asked for my attention," you said, smiling slyly. Her bravado fell as she bit her bottom lip.

"Maybe not," she murmured, and though her drunken cheeks reddened further, she held her eye contact with you.

Before either of you could speak, you leant quickly down and pressed your lips against hers. She inhaled sharply, but did not move, which you took as a sign to gently move, kneeling before her for ease. Despite being wedged between her legs with her thighs squeezing your middle, going further than this kiss didn't occur to you. Instead you remained enraptured with the feel of her moving against you, her hand cradling your jaw as she pulled you nearer, her intoxicating heat circling your head.

She moved to keep you even closer, attempting to use her legs to pull you on top of her. You hummed––though didn't break your kiss––as you tried to force yourself to move away. She was drunk, but you knew if you said anything about it she’d still try to sleep with you anyway.

"No," you said when at last you could manage to part. The abandoned look in her face had your stomach twisting. You kept an even tone as you continued. "I've got to get home. I finished my job, didn't I?"

"Oh, you tease," she hissed as she reclaimed her pride, dragging you in by your tie to kiss you again. You allowed it for a few seconds more, playfully tugging at her clothes before you stood, straightening yourself out.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You said, as always remembering your upcoming tasks.

"That's what we're paying you for."

"Got it," you said with a wink, slinging yourself out by the doorframe.

[redbeardace]

August TAAAP Chat Notes:  Sex Ed

This is a scattered bunch of thoughts and notes on some of the things that were discussed about sex ed in the August TAAAP Pride Chats.  There’s no solid thesis here, but maybe a few conversation starters.  Some of what’s here is a post-chat thought and wasn’t even discussed at all.  This should also be taken as incomplete and not a full overview of what was discussed.  (Notably, it doesn’t include much of what went on in the voice chats.) 

[Cross-posted from Pillowfort.]

Include aces and aros.  Unsurprisingly, one of the main things was that aces and aros should be included in sex ed courses.

Sex ed has gone backwards since the early 90s?  Either I had a wildly advanced program in my schools (in a deeply conservative rural area), or the fallout of Jocelyn Elders and the “abstinence-only” nonsense of the Bush years completely obliterated the usefulness of sex ed.  We had a program that spanned multiple years, starting with a single day vocabulary lesson and “puberty is coming!” warnings in the 5th or 6th grade, through a two week lesson about all sorts of things in 9th or 10th grade health class.  We were told that masturbation and gay people and condoms and oral sex existed, although there were no details about how any of those things worked.  It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.  But a lot of the people in the chats were talking about their sex ed, and it sounded woefully, frighteningly inadequate.

What is “sex ed”, anyway?  School, teaching the basics?  Information for adults?  Training courses for professionals?

Cover the basics.  The basics are important.  Anatomy, menstruation, common medical issues down there.  Cover what’s “normal” and what should be taken to a doctor.

What about other classes?  How can a math teacher express support?  Hang a flag.  Tackle amatonormativity in story problems.  Discuss it in the staff room.  Point the sex ed teachers at aro/ace resources.  Be out.   Stories about aromantic people read in English class.  Asexual people talked about in history.  GSAs/Pride groups in school that are aro and ace inclusive.

Desire for sex or romance are not universals.  Stop with the “Everyone wants it eventually”, and switch to something more like “a lot of people do, but not everyone, and it’s okay if you don’t.”

Reframe the discussion of “No”.  Too often, in sex ed, it’s all about when you’re “ready”, with the implication that you will be “ready” one day.  And when you’re “ready”, there’s the implication that you’re ready and willing for everything from that point forward.  Like if you say “yes” to a date and you’ve opted in to all the romancey things, say “yes” to sex and you’ve opted in to all the sexy things.  That’s not right.  It should be more focused on what you want to do, and empower people to say “no” to things they don’t want.  Discuss reasons for saying no, include “I just don’t wanna”.  Normalize the permanent “no”.

Look for backdoor opportunities for inclusion.  For example, the new Washington State Comprehensive Sex Ed law requires teaching of sexual orientations and gender identities as listed in the definition used by another section of state law.  So if that other section gets updated to include aros and aces, the sex ed curriculum will also have to be updated.

Connect with the people doing the work.  There are groups who build sex ed programs and lobby for them.  Work with them to include ace and aro topics.

Beware the head-in-the-sand crowd.  There is a very loud, very active anti-sex-ed lobby out there.  In WA, they got the sex ed law put up for a vote. Some of their objections are that affirmative consent goes against their religious teachings, and that although they can opt out their kids from the lesson, they can’t opt out their kids from schoolyard talk, so your kids have to remain ignorant, too.

Fuck you, Kemper Freeman.  Seriously.  Fuck that guy.

How do you accommodate varying levels of interest and aversion, while still providing necessary levels of detail?  The topic of sex ed is a bit of a minefield.  Some people want to know all the things, some people want to know very very little.  Some topics are dysphoria triggers, some topics are aversion triggers, some topics are just not interesting or of any practical use.  There’s a baseline of information that everyone should know, and there’s a level of detail that the interested people should get.  But how do you do that in a classroom setting?  One suggestion was to allow people to freely step outside for certain topics.  Another was to have an interactive lesson, where the student is able to adjust the detail based on their comfort level and interest.  It would start out with a “default” level of detail, but would allow the student to request less detail or more detail for each topic.  The less detail level would still have all of the baseline level information that everyone should know, while the more detail would go beyond a surface level summary.  Likewise, images could be switched between text description, line art diagrams, and actual photos.  

Resources!  Scarleteen, Sexplanations, etc.

Discuss healthy relationships and consent.  Provide practical examples.  Not just how/when to say yes or no, but how to bring up things you want to do or are curious about.  Include queer relationships.   How to ask for what you want.  How to know what you want.  How to say no to what you don’t want.  All relationships, not just sexual or romantic.

Reconsider segregation by gender.  A lot of sex ed is done with a gender split, but does it need to be?  If there is a value to such a split, how can it be made trans and intersex supportive?

Bring up body variations.  There’s a wide variety of genital configurations, so mention them.  Discuss intersex bodies.  Discuss small parts, large parts, asymmetrical parts.  This would likely be an appropriate place to include actual photos, because so many people said that actual photos were only used in the STD scare tactics.

Elaborate on “sex”.  Too often, it’s discussed as just PIV to orgasm and that’s that.  But what about things that don’t involve Ps or Vs or do involve Ps and Vs, but not the I?  What about stuff before and after?  What alternatives are there if you don’t like certain aspects but are fine with others?

Cover everyone.  If there is a separation, each group should cover the same things, at least at some level.  Everyone should come out of sex ed knowing about their own body and its processes, as well as about bodies they don’t have, and their processes.

Don’t “teach” through fear.  STDs are bad, but they’re preventable with caution and mostly treatable in some form or another.  Pregnancy typically isn’t desirable for high schoolers, but here’s a dozen ways to avoid it.  Give direct information, don’t try to terrify people.

Mention pleasure.  Mention the basics of obtaining pleasure, whether alone or with others.  If anyone walks out of a sex ed course of any kind without knowing about the clitoris, it’s a failure.  People should know that most clitoris owners can masturbate, and can experience pleasure from sexual acts, if done the right way..

Dispel myths and lies.  Not everybody wants it.  Vaginal penetration isn’t necessarily going to lead to orgasm.  It’s not supposed to hurt the first time.  You don’t have to have an orgasm.  It’s okay not to know what to do.  “Girls don’t want it.”  “Boys will be boys.”

Toys.  AFAB people don’t have to only use vibrators to masturbate.  AMAB people can use toys.

What is “Attraction”?  And along those lines, what is “Libido”?  What do these things feel like?  How do you know what you’re feeling?  What are these experiences like for different people?

Hygiene.  Give information about keeping various zones clean.  Talk about the results of various activities, partnered or not, and what steps might need to be taken.

Porn is fake.  Watching porn to pick up information about how to do sex is roughly equivalent to watching a crime procedural to learn how to become a cop.  You’ll get a very skewed view of things.  Pleasure isn’t always visible or audible.

Destigmatize it all.  Sex is seen as taboo and secret, and not to be spoken of, and that attitude harms people.  It prevents them from feeling comfortable to bring up important things or ask important questions.  It prevents them from learning things they need to learn.  It forces people into bad situations and mediocre encounters because they don’t know it doesn’t have to be like that.

Teach people how to learn.  Sex is currently a subject fraught with misinformation.  Porn or Cosmo are main sources of information, yet aren’t super accurate.  People should be given tools to know how to find and evaluate the information.

Consent is bigger than the bedroom.  Consent includes touch, jokes, conversations, etc.  It’s anywhere boundaries exist.

More than just cis white male voices.  So much of sex ed is heteronormative, amatonormative, tailored for specific cases, and mired in the ignorance of the past.  Sex ed needs more perspectives.

[dashinslashin]

Your an amazing artist! I love your art so much! Can you share any tips for beginner artist like myself?? I love your art so much!! Your amazing!! Keep up the good work!!

thanks!! i’m afraid i’m not the best person to look up to but here are some tips that have helped me along the way :D (LONG post with hopefully helpful pictures)

-use references: some people have the misconception that this is “cheating” but that’s far from the truth; artists throughout history have had people sit for them, now instead of paying someone you have unlimited access to references on the internet!

-believe your eyes: now that you have your refs draw what you see, not what you think should be there (and try to understand why things look the way they do, e.g. folds on clothes). this is a problem more experienced artists might have and i certainly struggle with this; we have deeply ingrained ideas of how things should look but sometimes these ideas are simply wrong and  you should be open to abandoning old habits to learn new ones that support your improvement

-deconstruct: break things down to their basics; try to find simple shapes and reoccuring patterns to make drawing easier

-negative space: we had a guest teacher in like, 8th grade art class and my mind was blown when i learned this! when sketching figures, for example, look beyond what is there into what isn’t. use the absence of things to guide you in drawing (below green color = how i would break this image down to shapes to work on, red = negative space)

-flow: when you have learned the rules you can start breaking them! after you’ve got a basic grasp of how things like anatomy work you can bend the rules to make your drawings more interesting. for this drawing i used some boring stiff stock photo as a reference but made it funky by exaggerating the pose, shapes and the various long, continuous lines and curves i saw in the image (i believe this is something you can train your eye for). this creates a strong, flowing, eye-catching silhouette

-study other artists: find some artists you like and look at their work with a critical eye! what is it you like about their work? linework, color, shading, faces? try to copy what you see and like and over time, give it your own touch. some artists might be against this method but honestly, everyone starts by copying someone (like drawing characters from your favorite cartoons) and “originality” is fake :p you literally can’t avoid being influenced by the art you see around you! obviously you shouldn’t completely copy someone’s work (and especially not post it online claiming it as yours etc.), you can avoid this by 1. only studying/”copying” one aspect from a single artist at a time 2. incorporate influence from several sources into your work 3. don’t forget the style you already have!

-color theory: i feel like this really stepped up my art game but honestly i’ve never learned this from real in-depth sources, i’ve just messed around until i’ve figured stuff out but looking up online guides saves you a lot of time 😅 a few cheap quick tips:

1. you might want to set your background to grey when you start coloring; this helps your eye get your values right (not too light or dark). i colored left mikey on white and he looks okay, then let’s imagine you want to add a midtone background – and suddenly the colors are too light/out of place. i also accidentally colored outside the lines, darker background helped me notice that!

2. color is relative! alone these colors would make no sense (demonstrated in the small image) - if you look at the palette, his skin is pink, hair is purple, eyes and coveralls are lilac - but together they work and you can tell his hair is brown and eyes blue. it also tells us about the environment he’s in; there’s no background but you can still kinda feel the atmosphere right? (i colored this example on one layer without any mumbo jumbo but feel free to use overlays etc; some art snobs frown upon this calling it cheating but these tools exist for a reason! have fun!!)

okay phew this is LONG sorry!! i’m glad if this helps even just one person figure out something new and cool about art! (o･ω･o)

[pettyrevenge-base]

Hospital wanted free art and did not want us there on opening night - Enjoy your free art

When I was 16 I took 10th grade at an artschool. Mondays and Fridays were spent doing regular school work and the rest of the week was pure art heaven. There were three workshops and you would dedicate yourself to one of them for the whole year. There was design of clothes, more general design and animation. I was in animation, with all the geeks.

At one point the school was commissioned by a new section at a hospital (I do believe it was the children's section, but I'm not sure) to decorate their new hallways and the prompt we got from them was "the red thread". We were also told from the get go that we would not be paid or even be allowed to show up for the reception beacause that was only for "the important people in town" - so think mayors, doctors, CEOs and all that lame shit.

Now, when you ask somebody to do you a favor and have the nerve to have an attitude about it aswell, and the someone you asked the favor of is an entire school full of artistic 16-18 year olds in the mid 2000.... you are in DEEP shit.

We took the "red thread" theme very, very, veeeeeery seriously. It wasn't even something we talked about across the workshops but the entire week you could feel the resentment hang in the air and we used that resentment to fuel our creativity. We spent a week making nightmare fuel art. Every single one of of us. The clothing designers made nurse outfits caked in blood with red threads stitched into the white fabric and took knives to the skirts to shred it. Even got a morphine bag and filled it with fake blood and attached it to one of the costumes.

The designers made horrific sculptures of broken anatomy, twisting in pain and silent screams.

The animation students, a.k.a. my crowd, did all kinds of crazy shit. I made an abstract painting with a friend where we attached plaster to the canvas to make it look like it was oozing blood and pus.

Every single piece of art looked like it came straight from Silent Hill, but every one of them had a red thread pulsing through the disgusting artwork so we did what we were told.

We had the artwork delivered and we never heard from the hospiltal. Not even a thank you note or anything, lol

I think what I appreciate the most is that the teachers and the headmaster of our school just let us do what we wanted and seemed to accept that this collab was a complete disaster haha

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

[ncityislove]

The Jury is Out

➳Pairing: Renjun x Reader x Jeno (ft a few other Dreamies)

➳Genre: Angsty fluff but mostly angst lol basically enemies to lovers

➳Word Count: 5K

****STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED

You were used to working with the guy you disposed most in the world on a day to day basis but one day all that changes when you have to work together after school for two weeks. Was it crazy to want to be friends with your enemy? Was it possible to be something...more?

Part 1/5

Second Chapter

Requested? no bc y’all stay sleeping on my mans but anyways

The air is cold and frigid, causing you to zip up your bright yellow fleece jacket. You regret not bringing your coat, which you had left in your locker because you honestly didn't think you'd need to wear one indoors but you didn't account for the chill of the breeze outside to seep through the cracks of the classroom windows.

You clamp your teeth shut in an attempt to prevent them from chattering as you jot down the notes from the PowerPoint on the board. Normally, you'd be way too invested in the lesson to even notice the temperature but you were doing a dissection tomorrow so you had to learn all about the body parts of pigs. Pigs. As if the anatomy of pigs wasn't straight forward enough.

Finally, the lesson neared its end and your anatomy teacher, Mrs. Brookes, clicks off the PowerPoint and you cram your notes into your overflowing folder.

"I've got an announcement, everyone," calls Mrs. Brookes. 

The class halts their movements to hear her speak. 

"The end of the semester is here and that means finals and all that."

The classroom groans in unison.  

"Yes, yes I know! Boo, finals. But! With finals comes the new semester and that means college applications will be due! So, if anyone wants to get a head start on teacher recommendations—"

Your eyes snap across the room to peer at a “certain someone” only to find he was already glaring at you. Huang Renjun was the top of your class—always has been and probably always will be. Unfortunately, that made you second at everything which was unbelievably insufferable. You were smart, always did your work and gave 100% to everything you did but so did he. And he was always just a little bit better—just a little bit smarter than you and it made your blood boil.

You knew your destiny was to be a judge since you were three years old. You dreamt of wearing the flowy black gown and holding that beautiful wooden gabble as the whole courtroom looked to you, knowing the power you held. You wanted to be the best judge there ever was--a fair judge who brought justice to everyone and you had the perfect plan to do it. You would attend Oxford, get your degree in law, be a lawyer for a few years, five or six maximum and go from there. The only problem with that was that Oxford chose only one student from your school every year for their full-ride scholarship and it just so happened that the student at the top of your class wanted to go there too.

To put the cherry on top, Renjun also hated your guts. He made your life a living hell and often times he’d go out of his way to do so. You can’t remember when the spiteful behavior began but it had been so long it was comfortable. Sometime in middle school he’d had his sight set on you and you haven’t had a peaceful day since.

You shake away your disgruntled thoughts, bringing your attention back to Mrs. Brookes.

"I'd be glad to help out!" Mrs. Brookes smiles. "It would be nice to start now so I won't have to write one-hundred-thirty-two letters at once."

The classroom fills with whispers before Mrs. Brookes quiets them once more. "Also, as you all know, we have a lab tomorrow so go ahead and pick your partners, quickly!"

You sigh, pressing your lips together as your eyes flicker back to Renjun who nodded his head in confirmation of what you already knew. Although the two of you couldn't stand each other, you always worked together to ensure you got the highest grade. This way, you didn't have to deal with lazy partners or someone who just didn't have the intellect to keep up with you.

By lunchtime, you’re practically starving, having skipped breakfast because you overslept. Again.

You purchase a salad, stuffing a fork full of lettuce in your mouth as you set up a small foldable table in the center of the cafeteria. You were in a numerous amount of clubs, one of them being the Red Cross Club, which was currently donating blood to hospital, and you were the first one to volunteer to man the sign-up table.

You managed to get a few sign-ups before people stopped passing by and you quickly get bored. You suck through the straw of your milk carton, unlocking your phone to see you had four unopened messages.

Sadie [11:36]: Heyyyyy girrrrrrl Sadie [11:36]: guess who's coming home? It's me lmao Sadie [11:37]: did you hear about the fire? Some dumb ass freshman burned down the ENTIRE chemistry building so they're letting us out on winter break early for remodeling Sadie [11:38]: can't wait to see you! We've got so much to catch up on about Jodie ;)

You roll your eyes shoving your phone back into your pocket. There was a point in time when you and your sister were practically joint at the hip, always together no matter what. Secret handshakes, your own made-up languages and all that, but it wasn't like that anymore. You weren't exactly sure when the rift began but you were very much aware of it now. The only person who seemed to not notice was Sadie. The last thing you wanted to do was be stuck in the same house with her for who knows how long, let alone talk about her idiot of a boyfriend, Jodie.

 A deep bellow and a loud guffaw drags you out of your thoughts as your eyes follow the source of the sound. Lee Jeno was doubled over in laughter, as were the rest of his friends, slamming his fist down on the table as everyone around him erupted into applause. You hate people who clapped when they laughed. You also hate people who obnoxiously drew attention to themselves in public but you couldn't stop your heart from swooning while watching him do those very things. There wasn't a shortage of good looking boys at your school but none of them ever had the effect that Jeno did on you. It's not that you have a crush on him—not even close. He was just so damn dreamy. You’ve had your fair share of interactions with Jeno, him being Renjun’s best friend and a member of two of the clubs you were in. He was in student council just like you but instead of being the useless treasurer, he was the Vice President (and of course Renjun was class president) and the best soccer goalie the school's had in...well, ever. It was the combination of his good looks, you think, and intelligence that was so attractive to you.

You had certain rules that you set for yourself to ensure your high school career went perfectly. Although it was kind of corny, it worked for you. You had a plan and you were going to succeed.

Rule number one: no parties. 

Rule number two: no drinking. 

And most importantly, rule number three: no dating. 

Having a boyfriend would be a huge distraction and you couldn't risk your future on some relationship that wouldn't last past graduation but sometimes you couldn't help wishing you hadn't made the rule for the sake of Jeno's existence.

You made a sour face at the group of boys, shivering when you feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in your head. You glance over two seats from Jeno to find Renjun inspecting you with an unreadable expression. You stare back for a moment before looking away, a look of displeasure evident on your face. You were quite thoroughly creeped out. Geez, were you in some kind of movie or something? You were competing against each other but you weren't arch enemies or anything like that.

When the final bell rang at the end of the day, everyone rushed off to get on the big yellow buses and go home. You rarely hardly ever rode the bus, having too many extra-curricular activities after school and just outright preferring to walk in the mornings. Mondays and Wednesdays you had mock-trial club, STEM and chess club were both on Tuesdays, and book club and Red Cross were every other Thursday before school. On top of all that, you were captain of the varsity volleyball team. A large part of you only wanted to join because you thought the uniforms were cute but you also needed a sport to put on your college application.

Today is Wednesday and you were on your way to Mr. Koffee's class for mock trial. Mr. Koffee wasn't the most interesting person in the world but you always looked forward to his club meetings the most out of all your other extra-curriculars. It was mostly because it was the closest thing to being a real lawyer you'll have for a long while.

By the time you make it to the classroom, all the seats were taken except for the one right next to Jeno so you quickly cease it, receiving cold looks from your female peers. You shrug it off, not really paying them any attention. If there was another seat you would've taken it but seeing as there were more people there today than usual  you had no choice. Renjun sat behind you typing away at his phone, ignoring your presence as usual.

Mr. Koffee strides into the room, closing the door behind him. The students shift their attention to him as he stands in front of his desk, arms folded.

"Well isn't this a surprise. Everyone decided to show up today." 

The class laughs but you could tell by his expression it wasn't meant to be a joke.

"Quiet down, everyone," he begins. "We've got some major trials next year against some big schools and I have no doubt we'll win them all but I'd still like us to be prepared. I think our performance level would greatly benefit if you were able to do a trial without me involved so I'm stepping down from my role as Chief Justice."

Your ears perk up at this. You often alternate between being the defending attorney and a juror but neither role satisfied you in the way you knew being the judge would. You struggle to hold in your giddiness as the teacher continues.

"I'll be choosing the best-fit person to play Chief Justice sometime between now and next week if anyone's interested."

"Mr. Koffee," you call out, raising your hand. " I don't think it will be too hard to decide considering I'm the obvious choice."

Jeno snickers at your words and Renjun scoffs.

"Suddenly, I think I want to be the judge." Renjun muses, his finger tapping his lips lightly. 

You withhold the urge to hit him on the back of his stupid, round head.

 "Mr. Koffee, I'd like to be judge, too!"

Your neck almost snaps at how quickly you turn your head to gawk at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

Renjun's lips twist into a lopsided smirk.  "What do you mean? I’m taking my role of chief justice, obviously."

You glower at him. "You are such a--"

"__!" Mr. Koffee scolds.

You mumble an apology but your eyes never leave Renjun's. He must really get a kick out of making your life a living hell, didn't he? He wanted to be a lawyer when he graduates so why on Earth was he volunteering, knowing damn well how badly you wanted this? He already had everything he wanted and he was probably going to get the scholarship at Oxford anyways—what more did he want? Why did he still take things away from you when you never had a chance in the first place?

"Like I said," Mr. Koffee continues. "I'll come to a decision at the end of next week. Moving on," he begins pacing across the front. "The school carnival is in two weeks and I registered the club on the list to have a booth. Are there any volunteer—"

"Me!" You and Renjun shout at the same time. You both cast glances at each other before looking back at the teacher to hear his decision. Volunteering to run the booth wasn't the best idea. You already had enough on your plate as is but you knew you would have a better chance of being chosen if you did this and so did Renjun which was why he couldn't let you do that.

"Okay, Perfect. You two will run the booth for the carnival," he announces, clasping his hands together.

You gape at him, horrified. Now, what have you gotten yourself into? You glimpse at Renjun who's expression was not too far off from yours. Jeno cracks up in his chair, his shoulders shaking in laughter, clearly enjoying this.

"Oh this is gonna be good," he giggles.

"I needed two people but I thought no one would volunteer," Mr. Koffee explains, his lips almost curving into a smile for once. "Now let's move on to our next case, shall we?"

--

The drive home is dull. You pick at your chipping nail polish as your mom blabs on and on about Sadie. Her words go through one ear and out of the other, her voice drowning into the hum of the engine and the wind flowing in through the window. Your thoughts are filled with Renjun and murdering him in cold blood. This was something you could never forgive him for.

Your mom parks the car in the garage, and you grab your bookbag as you wait for her to unlock the door. The weather only seemed to get colder and colder and it only worsened your mood. With the all your school work and club activities, you were sure the added on stress from Sadie coming home months early would be  your end. You could see it on the news now, Young Teen Found Dead With Premature Wrinkles And a Notebook Full of Plans for Murder. 

The house was warm and welcoming compared to the harsh temperatures outside. You remove your shoes and jacket and scurry up the stairs before your mom could talk your ear off some more about your sister.

You plop down on your bed, crawling under your honey yellow duvet, finding an escape from the world for a moment. Every now and then, when life just felt like it was a little too much, you’d hide under your covers like a child. You’ve been doing this a lot lately, taking refuge in the safety of your covers when Renjun had done something to ruin your day. Just three days ago, you were in this very same spot after Renjun tripped you in front of everybody during second period. It took a lot to embarrass you and because everyone saw him trip you, that didn't bother you much. It was the bruise on your elbow you got trying to break your fall that pissed you off. It was the fact that he got away with tripping you in front of so many eyes and yet, he didn’t get in trouble. He never did. He was the perfect model student. The class president could never do any wrong. 

You weren't sure how much time had passed while you were under there but you figure you ought to start on your math homework so you could finish your English paper early.

After a few hours, your parents call you down for dinner. Your dad had just got home, setting the table in his work clothes. Your parents invested themselves in a conversation of the weather which inevitably turned into a bubbly discussion about Sadie. Expecting this, you eat as quickly as possible trying to flee back to your room. Surprisingly, you're able to leave with ease, your parents too excited about Sadie's arrival to notice you leaving the table early. 

--

You're shocked awake by a heavy object thrown on top of you. Your eyes pop open, your heart thudding in your chest as you notice the familiar mop of hair splayed across your face. The high-pitched squeal only confirmed who the culprit was.

"Sadie?" you whine, groggily.

She lifts her head up, but not enough to remove her hair off of your face.

"Missed me?"

"Not really," you try to push her off which only resulted in her squeezing you tighter.

"There's that sense of humor I missed so much."

You roll your eyes. I wasn't joking, you wanted to say but you bite your tongue. 

"Why'd you wake me up? I already have to get up early enough for school."

Sadie finally sits up, her lips pursed. "Oh? But doesn't school start in like twenty minutes?"

"WHAT?!?" you glance at your alarm clock and she was right. You must've forgotten to set your alarm last night. You sigh throwing your legs over the edge of the mattress.

"If you need a ride I can drive you," Sadie offers.

You stare straight ahead at the yellow walls in front of you. Suddenly, you regret choosing such a bright and happy color for your room theme when oftentimes you felt anything but happy. It was your favorite color at the time and it still is today but you were starting to get sick of it. It felt as if your room was mocking you. Even your bedroom was happier than you.

"No thanks," you say, getting up and rushing to get dressed.

Sadie sighs but thankfully leaves you alone. When you go to the kitchen to grab your breakfast, you're surprised to see a feaast large enough to feed a vilage instead of your usual bagel and banana.

"What's all this? And where's mom?" you ask, running out of the kitchen.

Your father looks at you briefly before his eyes go back to the thick novel he was holding. "She's out running errands. We have to celebrate Sadie coming home, dear."

Sadie smiles, patting the chair next to her.

You frown. "Yeah, well, I'm already late so I'm gonna head out."

"Young lady!” your father barks, stopping you dead in your tracks. “Just where do you think you're going? Your mom wanted us all to eat together and that's what we're going to do. You'll have enough time to eat if Sadie drives you--now how does that sound Sadie?"

"That's okay with me," she chirps.

"What's the use of eating 'all together' if mom's not even here?" you exasperate, air quoting with your fingers.

"I will not allow you to waste the good food your mother worked so hard to make for the whole family, now sit down and enjoy your breakfast with your sister," he says, returning back to his book.

You sigh in resignation, taking the seat next to Sadie, who claps her hands excitedly.

You do your best to say as little as possible to Sadie, only giving her a 'yes' or 'no' when she asked a question. When you arrive at school, you hopped out of the car without saying goodbye, which you would regret all too soon because she decides to wish you good luck in the loudest voice she could muster. You pull your hood up when everyone stares at you, having recognized your sister immediately. People start to crowd around her car greeting her like she was a celebrity or something and you grit your teeth, stalking into the building. 

This was exactly why you didn't want her to drive you to school. Not only were you second best at school but at home as well. Everyone loves Sadie. She’s pretty, smart and fun and, well, she was the complete opposite of you. She never turned down the opportunity to have a good time and somehow still managed to pass her classes with ease. Even having graduated high school two years ago, she was still as popular as ever, her existence leaving a permanent imprint on the school. Even the freshman knew your sister's name.

You re-adjust your headband as you enter Mrs. Brookes' class, feeling somewhat relieved you weren't late. Your table was occupied by a large animal that looked like roadkill and on top of that, the awful chemical smell burned your nostrils. You gag as you drop your items to the ground. Renjun's book bag slams into the chair next to you causing you to jump out of your skin.

His lips slant into a smirk as he examines your appearance. "Why're your clothes all wrinkly?"

You looked down at your uniform, noticing its creased state for the first time this morning. You could just add ironing along to the list of things you forgot to do last night.

You send him a dirty look as you smooth your skirt down with your hands. You were still mad at him for yesterday and would rather cut your left leg off than to work with him today but you already told Mrs. Brookes you were partners and you knew she wouldn't let you change partners last minute.

The bell rings and Mrs. Brookes goes over the lab rules, passing out your assignment. You and Renjun put your gloves on as instructed, deciding to split the work in half, you doing the front of the paper and him the back. You made an incision at the stomach, charting the intestines on your worksheet. You look up to check on Renjun's progress to see him poking at the swine with a shaky hand, his face a ghastly pale. You almost laugh out loud. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all. Renjun had a weakness?

You snatch the scalpel from him, slitting the pig's neck open and he flinches. 

"Is that so hard?" you ask, handing him the blade back. 

Renjun swallows as he takes the tweezers and pauses to re-read the directions for an unnecessary amount of time. You let out an impatient sigh and Renjun finally puts the paper down and inserts the tweezers into the pig, searching for an artery with his body as far away from the animal as he could manage. When he let out a girlish yelp, you decide you’ve had enough, slamming down your scalpel.

"Give me that," you snap. 

Renjun hands you the tweezers with no hesitation, stepping a safe few steps away from the table. 

"Look, I'll do all the physical work and you just write the answers down okay?"

"O-okay," he nods, his face was now a dangerous shade of green. For a millisecond, you feel bad for him but then you remember how much of a complete jerk he is.

Renjun is mostly silent as you do all the hard work and he copies the answers onto the worksheets. You don’t tease anymore for the sake of keeping him from hurling in front of you. 

If you thought Anatomy class was weird then lunch was double weird. When you arrive at the sign-up table, there’s someone sitting in the seat next to yours--which was supposed to be empty last time you checked--and of course, it wasn't just anybody--no, that would be too easy. Haven Geller, Renjun's ex-girlfriend, of all people was sitting in the chair next to yours, dill-dallying with her hair as if she doesn’t see you standing in front of her.

You simply shake your head and sit down. "I thought I was the only one doing sign-ups today."

Haven feigns just noticing your presence. "Oh! Hey, y/n, didn't see you there."

You scowl but say nothing. This wasn't your first meeting with Haven. She was on the volleyball team with you and as you were team captain, you've had your fair share of hiccups with Haven. She wasn't a bad person per se, although you didn't know her very well, you could assume she could be honorable when needed. It was her attitude that you really had a problem with. She never followed instructions and she never went to class. It was this kind of behavior that almost got her kicked off the team several times and she always acted like she didn't care. It was mind baffling that Haven and Renjun we're together so long. You wouldn't have imagined they'd get together at all, them being polar opposites and all.

"I talked to the teacher about it and," she pauses to pop a bubble with her chewing gum, "she said I could help out. I need more volunteer hours to put on my application, you know?"

You nod your head in understanding, chomping on your celery as Renjun and Jeno approach you, lunch trays in hand. Haven straitens up in her chair, smiling at the boys.

"Hey, __. You wanna sit with us today?" Renjun asks.

Haven is just as surprised as you, if not more at the question directed towards you.

"We need to start planning out how we're gonna do the booth for the fair." he continues.

You look skeptical. Didn't he know that only people who are friends sit together at lunch? And you most certainly were not friends with Renjun.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass," you decline, taking another bite of your celery.

Jeno smiles at you and you looked away, your face heating up.

"Look, I'm sorry alright? I know I shouldn't have volunteered to be the judge and I know I shouldn't have volunteered to do the booth and I apologize. Please? Come sit at our table."

Your face is stoic as you mull over his words. Renjun never apologized for anything because he was never sorry. You were seeing a lot of firsts for Renjun today. There was a silence between all of you before Haven took the opportunity to greet Renjun.

"Hey, Junie! It's nice to see you," she chirps.

Renjun nods at her before turning back to look at you.

You looked back in forth between them, weirded out by the odd exchange. Did they get back together? You didn't keep tabs on Renjun's love life, it was more so his academics that you were more interested in but the last time you saw them together was before school ended last semester.

Jeno steps forward, drawing your attention. "Hey, so, I'm throwing a victory party at my place this Friday by the way. You should come."

Your eyes widen. "Me?"

"Her?" Renjun asks, equally exasperated.

Jeno wrapped an arm around Renjun's shoulder, jostling him a little. "What do 'ya say?"

No.

"I'll think about it," you say and you're shocked by your own response. You should've been upfront about it but you found it hard to say no to Jeno. It was against your rules after all--and besides you wouldn’t even know how to behave at a party. You had nothing to wear either. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't go.

“Isn’t a little premature to schedule a party before you’ve even won the game?” you inquire.

“Not if I know we’re gonna win it’s not.”

Renjun blinks, shaking his head. "Erm, anyway--are you gonna sit with us or not?"

"You can go," Haven says, smiling at you. "I'll hold down the fort."

You still feel unsure but Renjun was grabbing your book bag and food before you could protest her offer. "W-well okay, thanks, Haven."

"No problem!" she exclaims, grinning, although it doesn't reach her eyes.

Sitting at Renjun's table has to be one of the strangest experiences you’ve ever had. Everyone was so loud and rowdy and on top of that, they were all staring at you. You feel so out of place and Jeno, sensing your discomfort, introduces you to everyone. The ones sitting directly across you though, Haechan and Jaemin, seem to stick out the most to you.

You and Renjun exchange a few ideas for the booth, eventually agreeing on a courtroom theme.

"You guys are like two Einsteins," Jeno jokes.

"Yeah, except __ is smarter," Haechan chuckles.

"And way prettier," Jeno adds.

Your cheeks tinge a baby pink as you deny the boys' words.

"Can you guys shut up? We're a little busy here," Renjun grumbles as he scribbles messily in his notebook.

"But it's true. __’s gorgeous."

Renjun just rolls his eyes bringing the conversation back to the booth. After a few minutes of Jeno throwing endless compliments your way, Renjun looked like he was quite literally about to pop.

"Jeno--for Christ's sake! Can you not flirt with my lab partner?? We're working here!"

"Lab partner? You’re not even doing science, man,” he snickers.  “And isn't the school fair not for another two weeks?" Jeno counters with an innocent smile.

You could've sworn you saw Renjun's eye twitch as Haechan and Jaemin burst into laughter.

"Bro, how many times do we have to tell you to relax?" Jaemin snorts, reaching over the table to touch his shoulder.

"Yeah," Jeno says, propping an elbow on the table. "It's not like you're being graded on this anyways."

Renjun groans, throwing his head in his hands.

"Maybe that's true but I'd prefer to not half-ass this, considering what's at stake," you chime in, feeling the need to defend him.

Renjun peeks in between his fingers at your words.

"And what's at stake?" he asks.

"Things you wouldn't understand, Jeno."

Jaemin cackles and Haechan covers his mouth, ‘ooh’ing at your response.

"Oh yeah?" Jeno raises an eyebrow. "Try me."

"Maybe another time," you say, grabbing your bag. "I'll see you after school, Renjun."

The bell rings just as you get up and you push past the doors, not looking back.

-

After the last bell rings, you squeeze through the sea of people down to the track field. Students shove passed you, brushing your shoulder as they run to get to their buses in time. Your eyes water as the harsh wind blows against you and you stuff your freezing hands into the pockets of your padded coat. Despite the cold weather, the track team was getting ready for practice and you thank the heavens you played an indoor sport.

There’s two other people preparing their booths and you were glad you and Renjun weren't the only ones starting early. You pick out the least disgusting table and pull it up on its legs. Dust flies everywhere and you swat at the air vengefully. You look at the time on your watch. Renjun is late.

You wipe off the table with an old dirty rag and sit on it, refusing to do any more work on your own. When Renjun finally shows up, it’s fifteen minutes later and he’s carrying a black metal box and a bucket full of spray paint.

"Look who decided to show up," you place a hand on your hip.

Renjun gives you a pointed look. "I had to go get all the supplies."

"I didn't know it took so long to get a few cans of paint," you mutter, dusting off the back of your jeans.

It's not like you had all day to do this. You had homework to do! Papers to write!

"__, can you maybe not be so uptight for once? It's not like I took my time to get here, I walked as fast as I could."

"Uptight?" You repeat. "I'm not the one who was freaking out at lunch today over a school fair booth, if I remember correctly. And your friends are trash by the way."

Renjun slams the metal box on the table. "Don't talk about my friends. You don't know them and you don't know me, so mind your own damn business," he snarls.

For a moment all you see is red. Renjun is such an ass. This is the last straw. You can’t take his insults any more. After all he’s put you through, especially after yesterday’s antics, he had the nerve to talk to you like that?

"I don't know you?” you hiss.  “We've had the same classes together since junior high, idiot. I know that you carry around two packs of number two pencils for no logical reason and I know that your bookbag looks like it was a filing cabinet in its past life. Hell, I wish I didn't know you, that's for sure, because then I wouldn't be out here in the freezing cold building a stupid booth with the likes of you!"

You hadn’t intended to say those words out loud but you couldn't deny how good it felt to say it. Maybe you were a bit harsh but who cares? He's said way worse to you countless times.

Renjun stands there staring at you for a beat, his fists clenched into a tight ball before he storms off, snatching his book bag and dragging it on the ground behind him.

"Where do you think you're going?" you call after him. "What about the booth?!"

You watch with your mouth hanging open as Renjun kept walking until his figure becomes too small to see. Who knew he could be so sensitive? You assumed he would just brush off your words as he always did but it seems you struck a chord. 

You chew your bottom lip as you angrily stare at the table. No matter what Renjun could’ve said to you, you wouldn't leave him to do all the work on his own.

You curse under your breath as you grab a can of spray paint, shaking it with force. You stayed after school for a reason and you were going to do what you came to do, with or without Renjun.

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How tall are you?

I’m 5′4 -ish, I think I might have grown a little bit, or I shrank my jeans in the dryer...not sure which

What colour and style is your hair?

Too light to be black, but not really light enough to just be brown either. My hair is an endless source of confusion when I go to visit my relatives. They’re all like, “这孩子的头发好黄啊.” I also get asked if I dyed my hair a lot. My hair is getting a bit long, it’s about an inch past my chin. 

What colour are your eyes?

Brown.

Do you wear glasses?

No...I have really cool contacts that make my eyes really dry. (Orthokeratology)

Do you have braces?

No, I used to though.

What’s your fashion sense?

So many sweaters. The end. 

Full name?

Ahhh you’re trying to take away all my terribly interesting and mysterious persona. 

When were you born?

August 26

Where are you from and where do you live?

I was born in China. I live in a desert. With my cactus. 

What school(s) do you go to?

I go to a school on a mountain in a desert where it snows a lot. 

What kind of student are you?

That’s a hard question. Like, my grades are almost all perfect, but I think I’m missing out on something important. 

Do you like school?

I’m taking a class called, “The Science of Learning.” So yeah, I probably do. 

Fav subject?

Anatomy...gotta love staring at dead people   actually I really do love anatomy. 

Fav TV shows?

I think it’s pretty obvious from what I post.

Fav books?

The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini - though I’ve only read this last one once because reading it actually killed me. It just had such a huge impact. 

Fav pastimes?

Writing, eating, baking, Netflix...

Do you have any regrets?

Hmmm not playing violin after junior year of high school. Even if I practiced more now, I’ll probably never be as good again. (I used to practice for 4 hours or more every day for 8 years. There were also two very memorable weeks when I played for like, 7 hours a day.) 

Dream job?

Wow it is amazing how much this question makes my heart rate increase. 

Would you ever like to be married?

I haven’t thought about it really. 

Would you like to have children?

Sure. Maybe. I don’t know. 

If so, how many?

Uhhhh idk

Do you like shopping?

Yeah, but I feel like my definition of shopping is a bit different from everyone else’s? I only buy really, really cheap stuff. The sweater I’m wearing right now was $5. 

What countries have you visited?

Wow there are so many questions. If you’re still reading this feel free to stop reading. I’ve visited China, Mexico, and technically Korea, but actually only the airport. 

Scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?

Hmm not telling.

Any enemies?

The box elder bugs that keep on coming into my window. Jk, they’re actually very nice bugs. They don’t bite. They’re not loud. They don’t really do anything except for getting stuck between my window screen and the glass. That and flying around too excitedly when I try to take them out of the window. 

Do you have a significant other?

No :P

Do you get along with your family?

Yeah, not so much my extended family though. I’m closer to my violin teacher actually. 

Do you believe in miracles?

Haha definitely. I got a 35 on the ACT. 

How are you?

I’m good, thanks :)

Consider yourself tagged if you see this huge post that is way too long :D

[deadliest-piece]

The Foxes as Art Students From My Class

Take this as an Art AU or something, I just literally had nothing better to do with my life so I wrote this

Kevin: Works a lot in and outside of class, always finishes his projects earlier AND gets a good grade on them. It doesn't matter if it's pastels or pens, he can do it, and he can do it well. He thinks that gives him the right to go around class and give "light critique" to his fellow classmates' work. It doesn't. Everybody wants to throw a box cutter at him for it. Neil did once, but thankfully missed.

Neil: Always ends up with a mess on his table and ink splattered all across his work. Has to restart 5 times because of it. In the end he manages to present something good, but if you look hard enough, you'll see a smudge on the top left that he covered up with more ink. Never finishes his sketchbooks, and throws his old ones away each time he gets a new one.

Andrew: Never does anything in class, yet somehow reaches the deadline with a full project done and gets a high grade by the end of the semester. No one really knows how does it, but they don’t ask either. He has a very clean line work, yet prefers to do messier drawings with carchoal and the like. Prefers landscapes over human/animal anatomy.

Aaron: Works moderately in class, and looks like he has everything under control. However, as soon as he gets home he has a mental breakdown over his projects and pulls all nights to finish them - a bad decision, really. His linework is pretty neat and he’s proud of it, so he has a multitude of expensive colorful microns on him at all times. He’s probably into architeture as well.

Nicky: Talks more than he draws. Rarely has his projects finished on time, but still manages to get by and turn them in. Not the best in class, but teachers seem to love him and his dedication. He’s really good with paint and colors for some reason, but can't hold a schedule long enough to make use of it. Wastes all his money on markers.

Dan: Very hard working. Always finishes her projects right on time. Loves getting critique on her work to improve, and has a good eye when it comes to helping others figure out what's "wrong" in their project. Is really good with pencils and the like too. Has fairly organized sketchbooks, and loves doing digital art.

Matt: Works a lot on his sketchbook, but goes a little slower on his art projects. He still manages to finish them and get a good grade though. Takes lots of breaks and walks around class seeing how everyone is doing with their work, occasionally giving advice. He’s the one kid who gets really excited about quick anatomy drawings.

Allison: Has all the supplies. And I mean all of them. She's like the local art material source whenever someone forgets to bring their own stuff (or can't afford it). All her things are high quality too. She's amazing at hyperrealism, but fusses over the less detailed works because she just loves working on a piece for hours. Her color theory is excellent.

Renee: Very quiet when working, so people almost forget she's in class. She, like Allison, usually has every art supply on hand, but it’s the low brand version instead of the expensive type. She loves working with oils and pastels, and does some sculpting on the side. Her sketchbooks are very bulky, and unlike what many think, she has a very strong artstyle with harsh lines and bold colors when she's drawing for herself. She's the person who always brings a thermos of something to sip during class.

Seth: Has broken every charcoal and pastel he owns and cries in frustration about it every time he has to use them. Borrows materials more often than he brings them. Works in class but not at home, so he generally has grades that would be much better if he just tried a little bit harder. He’s amazing at quick sketches and getting the overall shape and feel of the object, but struggles with details.

[serenitynowyoga-dance]

I’m a business owner that works two full time jobs and must continue indefinitely, especially during this pandemic.

Many moons ago 1999-2012, before my hip replacements and herniated discs, I was a respected board certified foot surgeon.

Now, I am a proud Physician that teaches college Anatomy & Physiology, and Human Biology.

I am a Yoga, Pilates, Meditation Teacher, and Reiki Master with a plethora of certifications.

I have worked 10 long years to rebuild myself and grow dual careers away from Podiatry and cultivated an impressive Academic Resume teaching and worked hard simultaneously building my the fitness wellness profession with multiple certifications that have enriched my life and helped countless people.

I assisted clients to heal themselves from physical, mental, and emotional pain.

With Reiki and spirituality, I have been the guide by the side to many people who discovered through path work and shadow work, the doorway back to the light of peace, clarity, and Serenity.....reconnecting them back to the Source and Creator.

My days are long and sometimes exhausting to include teaching virtual Yoga, Pilates, Meditation, 9 college level course shells this semester, with two that are hybrid where I drive to Palm Coast and Deland to teach for an hour.

In between all this, I try to fit in private clients for pilates personal fitness training, medical yoga, and Reiki clients.

I work 12-14 hours Monday through Friday, and grade Saturdays, thus leaving me with one day to recharge.

I have to have food ready made to shovel down between teaching sessions.

I do not mind it because I LOVE to teach.

I feel that it is my soul calling and feel more fulfilled then when I was in the O.R. as a foot surgeon.

I am writing all this to tell you that I, like ALL local business need the support of community now more then ever.

I reached out a few weeks ago to old clients and noticed that people just move on even after years of being with our staff and enjoying our local yoga community.

This virus has separated us for sure.

Please unfriend me if you think the virus is a hoax.

Please don’t tell me to just run my business and open to full capacity.

I’m older at 51 years of age, beaten down by life’s challenges, and have bilateral hip replacements that should categorize me under limited work and being handicapped.

I refuse that plight wholeheartedly, and continue to fight for the existence of the business and provide the rent for my business.

Although local government allowed businesses to open back to a new normal, the damage is done.

80% of my clientele have not returned despite multiple announcements since being open in October of 2020.

I’ve been silent.

I have been stoic.

The pandemic has ravaged the fitness wellness industry. The best thing I can do now is to rebuild through word of mouth.

I still cannot in good conscious bring people on ground at full capacity in an enclosed space sweating, and breathing heavy, with or without masks, even though we no longer have restrictions.

Until we reach herd immunity, even those of us that have had the vaccine, can still be carriers, yes we are more immune, but to a person unvaccinated, those that are vaccinated can infect others by being the asymptomatic carrier.

There are so many unknowns.

Those that are medically trained understand that for now we must unfortunately still keep distant, wear a mask and not ignore safety first.

I am still probably the only yoga studio that still is not unmasking, or filling to capacity.

I do not care. I do what is right, not what is popular, nor what is profitable at the risk and expense of people’s health.

What I do care is that I at least fill the 5 spots available for the in person group classes.

I am a physician first.

To do no harm is the oath I took.

With that said, please share my website and know that we appreciate any referal for our virtual classes and are on ground class selections.

To those that agree to wear a mask, and be on ground limited in person with classes that are kept at 5 people per session, please check out our website, register, pay and get live classes streaming into the comfort of your own home.

Share this link:

http://www.serenitynowyogacorp.com

#supportwomanownedbusiness #supportlocalbusiness

#supportyogastudiolongwoodfl

#pilates #Barreworkout #bellydance #reiki #medicalyoga #meditation #fitnessandwellness

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take advantage when opportunities are presented to you (aka extra credit)!! I can't stress this enough because extra credit in college is so rare that when it does appear, you should take it no matter what. Even if you have an A in the class already extra credit never hurt anybody and you never know when it might really help in the long run. I was given the opportunity to revise an essay if I wasn't happy with my grade. I got a B+ and although that was great, I was thirsting for that A, so I made some changes and talked with my instructor so I could do my best to not only get a better grade but know what in my writing needed improving.

make flashcards for everything in classes necessary. This doesn't pertain too strongly to courses like English or Math but if you are taking a terminology/anatomy or similar class where there are things you need to memorize you need flashcards. And don't be afraid of making too many because it will help. If you bought your textbook, highlight shit in there while reading/doing homework and make flashcards later. Pull out that deck at random times like on the bus or before bed because it shows you are really memorizing it, rather than just associating those things only while you are at school or in class.

make a list if you feel like there is too much going on or put it on a calendar just for school. Set up your priorities based on how important the thing is and how close the due date is. Always start shit early so you have less to do later. Make sticky notes or reminders if you have to.

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ask questions. This is easy and important, man. Clarifying things even if you are 99.9% sure you already know the answer does no harm at all to you! It shows the instructor you are engaged and that you want to get a good grade and make sure you've got things down. Right before a big test, I like to ask a bunch of clarifying questions, especially if it's like a Math class. Over the weeks, I'll take note of things I have difficulty with and then meet with them during office hours or after class to ask them. Get that A, girl.

get yourself a microwavable, portable coffee cup. I live off of coffee, as I expect most of you do (or tea maybe) and I hate it when my coffee goes cold at school. Thankfully we have a microwave available for student use and it'll prevent you from spilling it in any case. I have a few I alternate with, including a cute Starbucks one that always makes it look like I have fresh coffee from them each morning even though I'm broke af

take notes from your homework guys. Homework that you get back after grading is such a treasure, honestly, because it's like showing you all that's going to be on future tests, quizzes, etc. It's great as a study guide and it's good for compiling most of the important tidbits from the lesson/chapter/etc. Incorporate some of those into review from time to time, but also keep it in the case that you think your instructor has made a grading error (it's evidence, guys. always keep the evidence).

[trans-advice]

I am having an internal debate and conflict about changing my sex on my documents, biologically I was born femalr its my gender that is not female and sex and gender are not the same and I having trouble defending this to others because do they have a point? i will always have my biological make up of a female

While a lot of people deny the existence of transgender people, it doesn’t mean they’re right. I am going to divide this post into 3 sections: #1 vocabulary lessons, #2 discussion about sexuality, #3 links explaining how physiological sex isn’t as tidy/discrete as people say it is,

Also I Do understand the difference between sex & gender. I learned it in 8th grade & I was yay in validation when i did & i used similar language “sex is male but my gender is female”. Point being, the sex versus gender distinction is liberation & I’m glad you’re aware of it. (Hugs or salutes, whatever you prefer.)

#1 vocabulary lessons

Now that being said gender is pretty broad, so the specific term is gender identity. There’s also:“gender roles” basically it refers to division of work & double standards, basically it’s about the pervasiveness/manifestations of sexism“gender attribution” (or “perceived gender”) which refers to what people say your gender is AKA what you pass as,“Gender expression” which refers to your behaviors & mannerisms & other nonverbal communicators like clothing, and how they get attributed & fit into gender roles.If you ever heard of “butch” & “femme” those basically come from people trying to fit lesbian/wlw couples into a heteronormative/straight model of relationships. (Therefore, these terms when used properly say that these gender-binary codings are actually inappropriate.) “Butch” means masculine aligning & “femme” means feminine aligning.

For sex it refers to anatomy & physiology.

#2 about sexuality & how people talk about it:

Sexuality is totally different from gender. Sexuality is more like an eHarmony survey & discussion of fantasies & things you like in a person. However because society doesn’t want to go through 200 questions, we tend to focus on the attributed gender &or gender identity of who we love/have sex with etc.

Usually since physiological sex correlates to attributed gender & gender identity, people who deny transgender people exist would probably define that gender based grammar of sexuality as being based on physiological sex.

An example of a parallel discourse to gender expansionism in sexuality is kink discourse. I get somewhat disturbed by the topics in the education materials, but those are not my kinks. But yeah, discussions about Consent & communication & how to properly do things are pretty cool, but it does require educating yourself. But yeah, that’s the LGB side of the LGBTQIA coalition.

Basically sexuality is what you look for in partners, while gender identity is how you understand yourself.

#3 links for further reading & comments about

http://murphysoutlaw.tumblr.com/post/156363590861/gender-and-how-we-talk-about-it(Explains how there are several definitions of gender & how they must be clarified in order for us to communicate effectively.)

http://www.theplaidzebra.com/science-finally-supports-that-we-are-all-born-as-blank-slates-and-gender-is-merely-a-construct/(Discusses that brains don’t have as much of a dimorphism as generally consensused. Also mentions the antique/ancient “one sex” model of gender that says like women were just men with backwards pensises. Granted, the one-sex model is not entirely accurate, but I think it’s actually more accurate since private parts developed from the same stuff but get placed & formed differently & a lot of human sex dimorphism isn’t as dramatically different like it is in other species. CW: genitalia discussion: Like the testes & ovaries are the same root. Scrotum & labia are the same root. The 2 holes of the vagina that aren’t the anus fuse during the development of males, except for i think 3 in 1000 or 500. The prostate is the g-spot.

https://www.glsen.org/blog/6-ways-i-make-my-science-class-lgbtq-inclusive-trans-teacher(Describes how sex anatomy starts out the same & therefore gives gender neutral terms for stuff. This is kind of huge I think)

https://trans-advice.tumblr.com/post/159422880475/the-future-now-boom-science-follow(Discusses how genetics doesn’t fully fit with what we call sex characteristics being. Also discusses how different species can develop their sexes differently)

https://trans-advice.tumblr.com/post/152687957726/emo420-emo420-enderkevin13-i-want-someone (This is long, but it cites academic research, it tells about gender constructions in different cultures, goes into biological stuff, it’s a great post: a classic!)

https://sgaprivilege.tumblr.com/post/154928776786/sonoanthony-hatingongodot (A classic. Gives other gender systems throughout history. Basically shows how people claim science until it doesn’t suit them. Gives hope for finding sources & touches upon people claiming “fake news” all the time.)

http://kiriamaya.tumblr.com/post/128707247524/i-have-a-penis-for-now-but-my-sex-is-not-male (Argues the only reason why we have sex is because (our) society uses gender. Basically that sex is an extension of Gender instead of gender being an extension of sex. I think it’s kind of accurate, but it’s kind of advanced/unhelpful for people who don’t even recognize a difference between sex & gender. Granted, our society’s use of gender’s rooted in lack of birth control, but that doesn’t make it any less social.)

https://trans-advice.tumblr.com/post/153092781587/sex-is-the-same-thing-as-gender-and-it-is (This post is kind of confusing actually, but it’s a good one because it helps give insight to the evolving discourse regarding gender. It discusses how sex is made to fit gender. Granted, trans deniers who call themselves feminists (aka TERFs) say that sex is based on reproduction & perceived reproductive roles, but that in itself is still a social construction & a chosen grammar, similar to how grammar of sexuality got changed from how sperm was used to perceived gender (Discusses how if you call a body parts male or female instead of what body parts they are that it’s gender assignment not sex/reproductive physiology. Like calling a penis a male body part is gender. Technically it goes on to say how penises vary & such (the gender-neutral term is “phallus”).

https://trans-advice.tumblr.com/post/160086635255/dan-whites-got-an-issue-in-2017-science (Brief tweet mentioning how stuff is sprectrums, & the categories are made up. Think of like how “black & white” thinking is really more like grayscale so many kinds of gray. Evolution of species & languages works the same way)

https://stevia333activism.tumblr.com/post/160654062034/featherinmycapandcheese-if-i-say-hatred-of (Argues how the gender binary is racist. Explains racism is a bias of results. So like quinoa is racist because it favors feeding gringos & starving brown Venezuelans because gringos have more money. It describes indigenous peoples having nonbinary gender systems. Granted, indigenous peoples have claimed white people are appropriating nonbinary identities, but it’s discourse from 2016.)

https://stevia333.tumblr.com/post/153233156213/lets-unpack-special-snowflakes People tend to call non-binary people “special snowflakes” or even “trendgender” which is offensive because it reduces atypicality & even disabilities into fame or atrention seeking demonizations. It’s messed up.

https://trans-advice.tumblr.com/post/158930333484/the-invention-of-heterosexualityThis is a classic staple that describes how straight versus gay is a recent invention. Like remember how I went into how way back in the day sexuality was based on where sperm went? Basically this article goes into how that changed. If people be like disgusted that we don’t “fit” into this or whatever, the inventedness of heteronormativity is a good thing to comfort & empower you & heck even throw at them. Basically if we changed in the 1930s about how we talk about sex then we can do so again & we can so about gender.

Good luck, peace & loveEve

[sexedforthelastinbed-blog]

Pansexuality

Pansexuality is generally known to be sexual attraction to people regardless of gender identity. Unlike bisexuality, pansexuality is not limited to only male and female, rather it includes people who are non-binary and non gender conforming. In Western culture, many people find it difficult to identify the difference between bisexuality and pansexuality and disregard pansexuality as a sexual orientation altogether (Mustanski, 2015). Pansexuality is a relatively new term, gaining recognition around the mid 90s. Pansexuality, like many other sexual orientations that are not heterosexual, lacks any representation in sex education. In the following interview, a young woman who identifies herself as pansexual is asked questions, some general and some pansexual specific, about her experience with sex education. The interview is meant to get a look at whether or not pansexuality is well represented in sex education and whether the interviewee felt like she learned valuable information. 

Pinky:

1. At what age did you take sex ed?

It wasn’t addressed at all until my senior year of high school. I took a health class, not “sex ed”, and even then it was heavily dependent on abstinence only education. There was definitely, like, a culture of shame around people who do have sex. There were other classes that did mention it, like anatomy. She said we could ask questions during the unit but it was more about anatomy. 

2. What were your major takeaways from sex ed? Did you feel like your sexual identity was being represented? 

I did not feel like my sexual identity was being represented. I come from a really homophobic area. My major takeaways were probably just, sex isn’t something you can talk about or ask about. My health teacher said that girls who say that they’re pregnant after one time having sex are liars. He had issues with fertility and so he projected that on others. He told us it was almost impossible to become pregnant after one time having sex. He told us that obviously, if you were pregnant, you must be having sex more than once. 

3. Did you feel like your sexuality influenced how you took in the information? 

I feel like a little bit, it did, yeah. Just because I felt like it was very heterosexual, like hyper-hetersexual. Gay sex was never mentioned, at all, ever. It kinda left people to figure out stuff on their own, it was very binary definitions of female and male as well. 

4. Did you feel like your sex ed class influenced how you perceived your own sexuality? 

It made me feel less comfortable with males, just because I saw that it was, like, males were active and dominant. If you have sex, you’re letting it happen and sometimes you should be letting it happen. If that’s what the guy wants, you owe it to him. It made me uncomfortable with pursuing heterosexual relationships, because I felt like there was a power imbalance, sexually. 

5. Was there anything about sex ed or your own sexuality that you had to learn outside of an actual sex ed class?

All of it. My mom’s a doctor and she and I have a good relationship so anytime I’d have a question, she’d be willing to answer it. It could be awkward, but she’d do it. Also, textbooks. I learned some from my anatomy textbook. The internet was my biggest source though, especially for gay shit. I don’t know what I would have done without the internet. 

6. How did stereotypes and preconcieved ideas about sex ed play into your education?

I guess I kinda had these preconceived notions of what relationships were supposed to be like. Also, like, what the sexual dynamic in relationships should be like. Males were in an active role, and females were in a passive role. If females were trying to be active, then they were just bossy bitches. Especially because I grew up in a very religious community. I was also taught that two females or two males having sex was unnatural and perverted. 

7. How much do you know about contraceptives? 

I feel like I know a pretty fair amount because I take birth control and my mom, like, had taught me all about different contraceptives and how to be safe. 

8. How was sex perceived in your household and do you think that race/class/religion had anything to do with it? 

I think that religion had the biggest impact. My mom is a very supportive and understanding person but she still thinks that sex will take away a part of your soul. Especially for women, it’s always implied also that this is, like, heterosexual sex. I think that’s why sometimes I’m more comfortable having sex with women because I don’t have this idea of, like, the penetration that allegedly takes away a part of me. 

9. What would you add, if anything, to sex ed in the future so that more people would be knowledgable about sex and sexual orientations, esp. your own?

So much, well, I feel like kids are gonna have sex no matter what so it’s really crucial to educate them on how to do it safely. Also how to get contraceptives. If my mom wasn’t a doctor, I would never know how to get birth control. Also, how to say no. Like, consent really needs to be a bigger topic. How to be safe, safe and enjoy it. Communication is a big thing. And then also, like, sex isn’t always a penis and a vagina and if it is, then that doesn’t always mean girl and boy. 

10. How did you discover that you were pansexual? Did sex ed play a role in that?

I knew that I was queer probably when I was around 12 years old I think. I went through a lot of different labels before I decided that pansexual fit me best. Sex ed did not play any role in that. I’ve always been able to be attracted to someone regardless of their gender or without even knowing their gender. 

11. What is your view on bisexuality versus pansexuality? Did this distinction ever play into your identification as a pansexual person? 

I think that it did play into my identification as a pansexual person. To me, I’d always heard that bisexual meant that you were attracted to both men and women. Now, I’m being exposed to the fact that different people define it differently. Some people define it as being attracted to all genders, which is pretty similar to pansexual. So, I think it’s a personal thing. I just think I identify best with pansexual because bisexual, to me, feels very binary and I feel like that doesn’t really fit me because it erases my attraction to non-binary people and, you know, gender non-conforming people. 

12. What might you change, if anything, about sex ed to have it include more about pansexuality?

Just addressing that there are sexualities other than heterosexual. I think, sexualities all across the spectrum need to be taught because I feel like people need to know that it’s okay to be attracted to no one, it’s okay to be attracted to all genders. There would’ve been such an added degree of comfort with who I was growing up if I’d grown up knowing that there are these labels that exist. 

Sweetheart:

At what age did you take sex ed?  

9th grade, so 14

What were your major takeaways from sex ed? 

I learned not to have sex, and the condom will always fit.  I also learned what Pina Colada lube taste like. 

Did you feel like your sexuality influenced how you took in the information? 

Yes, they only talked about heterosexual sex and relationships. One teacher even said “I won’t even talk about sex with the same people because he did not believe in it.

How did you discover that you were pansexual? Did sex ed play a role in that? 

I discovered that I liked girls, then I discovered that gender didn’t really matter. I would pursue anyone who caught my eye.

What is your view on bisexuality versus pansexuality? Did this distinction ever play into your identification as a pansexual person? 

Pan includes non-binary, and thats the distinction for me and thats the big difference.

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How Our Students Address Us | Episode 44

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  1 | Right and Left, Oh My!

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In Episode 43 (the previous full episode), I mistakenly swapped my "left" and "right" when describing situs inversus in a body donor from the 1800s. Oops. I corrected it later in the audio file, but the corrected audio may not play in all platforms.

This mistake does bring up how easy it is to get even the simple stuff wrong without realizing that's what's coming out of our mouth! Yikes.

  2 | Sponsored by HAPS

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    3 | Semi-Identical Twins

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Semi-identical twinning, where two sperm and one egg unite to form two offspring, both sharing 100% identical maternal genome but not sharing an identical paternal genome. Also called sesquizygotic twinning (a term not used in the podcast), there's more to it than Kevin could discuss here, so check out the resources:

Semi-identical twins 'identified for only the second time' (plain English summary) my-ap.us/2WLupnS

Molecular Support for Heterogonesis Resulting in Sesquizygotic Twinning (full article from New England Journal of Medicine; includes diagrams and video) my-ap.us/2WPsBdt

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  5 | Sorting Student Papers

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A simple, inexpensive accordion file folder can make recording of grades (exams, reports, assignments) easier, quicker, and more accurate.

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Give Your Course a Half Flip With a Full Twist | Episode 6

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  6| Stickers? Really?

6.5 minutes

Yeah, kindergarten teachers put stickers on student papers to motivate them. But this minimalist form of "gamification" can help motivate college and university students, too. Try it! It's cheap and easy. If it doesn't motivate your students, at least it will make your course's culture a bit more fun and positive, right?

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EVEN MORE Tricks for Retention & Success in Online Courses | Episode 23

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Give Your Course a Half Flip With a Full Twist | Episode 6

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  8 | How Our Students Address Us

17.5 minutes

A conversation with Mike Pascoe got me to thinking about different preferences we have for how we want our students to address us. Professor? Mr. or Ms.? Doctor? or just Kevin. As long as they don't call me late for dinner, eh?

There's more to this question than meats the eye (and ear)!

Some different takes on this:

Do You Make Them Call You ‘Professor’? | Why I began to rethink my views on classroom decorum (opinion article) my-ap.us/2WQFYue

Doctor, Professor or 'Hey, You'? (opinon article)my-ap.us/2WMBFQD

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