#y2 thread 17

[toa-masquerade]

" Now how did Viscount Menja manage this? " Their voice pulled in song to this new marvel. They also fastened their mask on a little tighter. They were good at acting but they didn't need to act. An unwritten law had been dictated to them tonight in a hand most fair. There would be fooling no one tonight. But that did not mean they could not have a little fun with it. Their hand went out, gliding over the scales of a colorful train of fish. They laughed and the school parted like the sea. Kaleidoscope curtains opened to reveal another person before them.

" Have you ever seen an enchantment like this before?"

[hannalong-blog1]

10 hal paling lucu yang pernah dikatakan siswa kepada para guru

Kami meminta pengikut Twitter kami untuk mendapatkan contoh terbaik tentang kebijaksanaan, filsafat, dan ketidaktahuan siswa. Berikut adalah roundup dari yang terbaik. Kami meminta pengikut Twitter kami untuk menciak contoh paling lucu tentang kebijaksanaan, filosofi, dan ketidaktahuan siswa.

Jawabannya sangat bagus sehingga kami telah mengumpulkan sepuluh besar kami di sini. Punya satu untuk menambahkan? Thread komentar siap untuk komedi Anda:

1. Sekolah diminta untuk mempromosikan nilai-nilai Inggris, tapi bagaimana dengan geografi Inggris?

"Saya baru tahu Inggris memiliki pantai 2 tahun yang lalu" - usianya 17 tahun, saya terkesima. Aku terus berpikir "Tapi ... kita adalah sebuah pulau ?!"

2. Siswa membuktikan bahwa kata dalam pelajaran matematika tidak selalu berhasil.

Murid dalam matematika "apa arti 3 titik itu?" Kolega: "karena itu" murid: "tidak, hanya ada 3.

3. ... Juga tidak berjalan seiring dengan fonetik.

Anak Y5 dengan sungguh-sungguh, dalam sebuah pelajaran menulis: "Bagaimana Anda mengeja KFC?

4. Geografi nampaknya menjadi penyebab kekhawatiran lainnya di kalangan murid. Christopher Columbus akan balik makamnya dengan clanger ini ....

17 thn tua - "kenapa tidak orang di sisi (bumi) terjatuh?

5. Sementara yang satu ini mungkin meninggalkan guru sains yang merasa lebih dari sedikit pemarah.

Setelah mengajar kelahiran tahun ke-7 siswa mengatakan "Nona saya adalah krustasea" yang berarti dia dilahirkan melalui operasi caesar.

6. Tapi saat sains dan geografi digabungkan, hasilnya terus terang, malapetaka.

Siswa y11, setelah melihat dunia dengan ekspresi bingung, bertanya di mana bulan berada.

7. Orang seperti Jamie Oliver tidak akan terlalu senang dengan pertanyaan yang memprovokasi ini ...

Tahun 10 gadis: "Jadi, jika ham berasal dari babi, dan daging sapi berasal dari sapi, binatang apa yang berasal dari roti, rindu?

8. Dan siswa ini lebih bercampur daripada Kenwood rata-rata Anda.

Craziest (siswa sedang makan pop lol) "Saya butuh ini untuk obesitas saya" saya pikir dia berarti diabetes .…

9. Tapi ketika menyangkut makanan dan moralitas, siswa sekolah dasar memenangkan hari itu.

Di ujung Pancake Wolf saat serigala sedang makan tetangganya: "Baiklah setiap orang memiliki batas mereka!" Anak Y2 sedang membaca Tugas!

10. Cuaca Inggris yang aneh benar-benar membuat siswa guru berpikir.

Pak bisakah saya mengajukan pertanyaan pribadi? Apakah Anda harus menaruh krim matahari di botak Anda? " Dia sangat serius.

[toa-masquerade]

“ ah! so you are predisposed to it? Chryses, you and I should practice then, do you not think? after all the night is young, and I find your reception fascinating. so keen on perceiving others… could you not pick up something yourself in the mean time? “

“ come! after me, then! I shall show you how easy it is to express your true self in court. “ they hooked arms with their new companion, urging them with a finger pointing north. “ I swear it on my life, the Viscount must be this way. who better to practice talking a good talk than the face of tonight’s nobility? “

“ oh. “ a pause, pointing east. “ perhaps this way actually. “

pointing west. “ or maybe this way? “

“ it is going to be a long night, Chryses. “

[END]

Oh, that made sense in hindsight. Here Chyrses had assumed it to stand for "Masked Man". They could not shake the feeling that it spoke perhaps to a lack of creativity on their part (or, perhaps, a lack of faith in others' creativity), though they could find some solace in the fact that the nickname seemed to only fit if they were, indeed, Viscount Menja. Given the fact that Chryses was not the Viscount and was, as a result, already certain they were not the Viscount, they had simply failed to consider such a nickname would be applied to them.

For a moment, Chryses had to wonder if that was truly a nickname at all. After all, they did know of an August, one who, admittedly, had a personality and grand aspirations matching those displayed by the individual to whom they were presently speaking. They were fairly certain that that August was not in attendance, at least not to this masquerade. Chryses was unwilling to assume that there were not people in attendance of this ball that they hadn't even realized were at Garreg Mach at all. Even if someone had come here just for the ball and would depart for their home after, that would scarcely come as a shock. The allure of a masquerade in the company of political giants was one many would find enticing indeed.

"Very well," Chryses concurred, offering a small nod. "I accept your nicknames, Auguste. As for my stiffness, you'll have to forgive me, but I've no intention of discarding it. Actually, I'm not even sure I can. I've been acting like this so long that I'm not certain I know any other way to speak."

There was an easy excuse for the behavior, of course. Spending time in the company of nobles from an early age would breed that sort of forced cautiousness into almost anyone. Unfortunately, Chryses could not make such an assertion honestly. The fact that a lie would scarcely matter-- it was, after all, spoken to someone who did not know who Chryses was and may very well never meet them again-- did not make it any easier to be untruthful. Their conscience ever weighed heavy upon them, even in this peculiar situation.

"But you may speak as freely as you wish," Chryses added, offering a gentle smile to show they welcomed Auguste's honesty. "Do not take my reserved nature as discouragement. If this masquerade eases your spirits enough for you to drop such forced pleasantries, if it would feel better for you to do so, then I would not wish to rob you of that. Even if you gain nothing else from this night, I would be happy knowing I helped in some small way."

[toa-masquerade]

Oh, that made sense in hindsight. Here Chyrses had assumed it to stand for "Masked Man". They could not shake the feeling that it spoke perhaps to a lack of creativity on their part (or, perhaps, a lack of faith in others' creativity), though they could find some solace in the fact that the nickname seemed to only fit if they were, indeed, Viscount Menja. Given the fact that Chryses was not the Viscount and was, as a result, already certain they were not the Viscount, they had simply failed to consider such a nickname would be applied to them.

For a moment, Chryses had to wonder if that was truly a nickname at all. After all, they did know of an August, one who, admittedly, had a personality and grand aspirations matching those displayed by the individual to whom they were presently speaking. They were fairly certain that that August was not in attendance, at least not to this masquerade. Chryses was unwilling to assume that there were not people in attendance of this ball that they hadn't even realized were at Garreg Mach at all. Even if someone had come here just for the ball and would depart for their home after, that would scarcely come as a shock. The allure of a masquerade in the company of political giants was one many would find enticing indeed.

"Very well," Chryses concurred, offering a small nod. "I accept your nicknames, Auguste. As for my stiffness, you'll have to forgive me, but I've no intention of discarding it. Actually, I'm not even sure I can. I've been acting like this so long that I'm not certain I know any other way to speak."

There was an easy excuse for the behavior, of course. Spending time in the company of nobles from an early age would breed that sort of forced cautiousness into almost anyone. Unfortunately, Chryses could not make such an assertion honestly. The fact that a lie would scarcely matter-- it was, after all, spoken to someone who did not know who Chryses was and may very well never meet them again-- did not make it any easier to be untruthful. Their conscience ever weighed heavy upon them, even in this peculiar situation.

"But you may speak as freely as you wish," Chryses added, offering a gentle smile to show they welcomed Auguste's honesty. "Do not take my reserved nature as discouragement. If this masquerade eases your spirits enough for you to drop such forced pleasantries, if it would feel better for you to do so, then I would not wish to rob you of that. Even if you gain nothing else from this night, I would be happy knowing I helped in some small way."

" Magical Marvels. M.M. for short. " It was a bad name. Sorry. But, Ivy thought it sincerely lovely. There was no sign of malice at all in their voice having said it. " But ah… "

" If I were to go by Auguste for the evening, I should at the very least give you a moniker to match prestige. Do you like Chryses? Gold, as your mask is. " It is a regal name, though from how little Auguste could discern from Chryses' movements, they did not know if it was the most apt. Chryses' dry wit made up for their lack of emotive aptitude. Auguste was used to being the more expressive of their companions, so this came at no expense on their part. However, it was Ethereal, and if under a mask one could not walk with the ease of ocean waves for skin, then they must have their own share of reins cinched to their expressions. A shame. " Still, for all your talk of treading carefully, you seem to restrain yourself just fine. "

There were plenty, stiffer than a plank, and Auguste had a fair tendency to read into it. " If we are both aware of forced politeness in high society, would it not be a matter of hypocrisy that you are holding back so much? Or is that simply your nature? "

[toa-masquerade]

" Magical Marvels. M.M. for short. " It was a bad name. Sorry. But, Ivy thought it sincerely lovely. There was no sign of malice at all in their voice having said it. " But ah… "

" If I were to go by Auguste for the evening, I should at the very least give you a moniker to match prestige. Do you like Chryses? Gold, as your mask is. " It is a regal name, though from how little Auguste could discern from Chryses' movements, they did not know if it was the most apt. Chryses' dry wit made up for their lack of emotive aptitude. Auguste was used to being the more expressive of their companions, so this came at no expense on their part. However, it was Ethereal, and if under a mask one could not walk with the ease of ocean waves for skin, then they must have their own share of reins cinched to their expressions. A shame. " Still, for all your talk of treading carefully, you seem to restrain yourself just fine. "

There were plenty, stiffer than a plank, and Auguste had a fair tendency to read into it. " If we are both aware of forced politeness in high society, would it not be a matter of hypocrisy that you are holding back so much? Or is that simply your nature? "

Ivy's words were more poetic than the ones Gold would have chosen, but the rang true nonetheless. The sentiment contained within was precisely the one that Gold had been alluding to. It seems they both had experience enough dealing with the forced politeness of high society to have grown tired of it. That should come as little surprise at a masquerade ball. Events like this were often attended exclusively by the wealthy (and, of course, the knights that watched over them, though such individuals would hardly be considered attendees), though the Ethereal Ball served as exception to the rule. Garreg Mach was hardly populated exclusively by nobility, though some degree of wealth was typically required to pay the fees associated with attending. Assuming the status of anyone here would be folly, at least without some kind of evidence to back it up.

While Ivy made their dramatic gestures, Gold remained largely still, watching carefully. They were not quite so prone to speaking with their hands, as it were. Their stance was rigid, even at an event like this one meant to promote free-spirited socialization. The most movement came from their eyes, accompanied by slight twitches beneath the mask to hint at some expression. They seemed almost to be fighting against the impulse to allow their face to show their emotions, fighting to maintain a mask beneath their mask.

"I suppose I'd not thought of an alias to go by," Gold confessed, though one did come immediately to mind. It was not one they felt it right to choose for themself, however. "I would not refuse the moniker you've assigned me, if at the very least you would tell me what it stands for. Assuming, of course, it's not some kind of insult. I wouldn't expect it to be one. What of you, however? How do you wish me to refer to you?"

[toa-masquerade]

" Truly? Would you show me one of your own magical marvels, then? I would much like to study it. " They could feel the spark of innovation coming through their partner's mask, and grasped for it. What wonder! They had hoped to find like minded people while under this guise of anonymity, but so soon had one come that they had to wonder if this person was thinking the same. " It… Actually, you are quite right. The devotion to presentation is beyond that I could have imagined. "

" The Viscount and his son are here in our company. Ha! I have no qualms coming up to them and asking them myself. "

Turning their wrist to open a fake query, a turtle was startled by the abrupt twirl. " Viscount Menja. " They lowered their voice dramatically. " Where have you been hiding this all year? More should be privy to your secrets. "

" Perhaps one day, I, too, will perform something of this scale. "

Everyone seemed just as enchanted by the scenery Viscount Menja had provided them that night. It was wonderful to know that it was a mutual fascination, that being astounded by it was not in and of itself clue to the identity beneath the mask. For someone who so loved to know as much as possible, though, it would also be frustrating-- there was a puzzle to solve here, but woefully few clues with which to piece it together.

"No," concurred the stranger in the golden mask, "I can't say I have. I've born witness to a great many magical marvels in my day, but this one-- this one is new to me. I wonder if the Viscount has done something like this before. If this little spell was an invention entirely for this event, then I certainly must commend the dedication to the craft."

[toa-masquerade]

Ivy's words were more poetic than the ones Gold would have chosen, but the rang true nonetheless. The sentiment contained within was precisely the one that Gold had been alluding to. It seems they both had experience enough dealing with the forced politeness of high society to have grown tired of it. That should come as little surprise at a masquerade ball. Events like this were often attended exclusively by the wealthy (and, of course, the knights that watched over them, though such individuals would hardly be considered attendees), though the Ethereal Ball served as exception to the rule. Garreg Mach was hardly populated exclusively by nobility, though some degree of wealth was typically required to pay the fees associated with attending. Assuming the status of anyone here would be folly, at least without some kind of evidence to back it up.

While Ivy made their dramatic gestures, Gold remained largely still, watching carefully. They were not quite so prone to speaking with their hands, as it were. Their stance was rigid, even at an event like this one meant to promote free-spirited socialization. The most movement came from their eyes, accompanied by slight twitches beneath the mask to hint at some expression. They seemed almost to be fighting against the impulse to allow their face to show their emotions, fighting to maintain a mask beneath their mask.

"I suppose I'd not thought of an alias to go by," Gold confessed, though one did come immediately to mind. It was not one they felt it right to choose for themself, however. "I would not refuse the moniker you've assigned me, if at the very least you would tell me what it stands for. Assuming, of course, it's not some kind of insult. I wouldn't expect it to be one. What of you, however? How do you wish me to refer to you?"

“ Ah, but do you not find that terribly tragic? ” They hummed, brow furrowed beneath their mask. “ — To be taught so carefully to speak that one forgets how to say anything at all? ”

Their hand flitted through the illusionary sea, setting off a laced line of bubbles. The gesture was artful, and yet there was weight beneath it—an irritation grown subtle in its polish. “ Power should not render one so fragile. And yet here we are, in a world where people carry titles like glassware, clinking with the effort not to shatter. I would like to think the Viscount is not like that. ”

A pause followed, and in that silence, the shape of their mask shifted ever so slightly in the low light—gold catching gold, reflective and unreadable.

“ You are not wrong, mind you, ” Ivy conceded, with a gracious nod. “ If anything, you’ve proven more discerning than most, and you are clever enough to know your place on the board. Many here have their tongues linked so intricately to their cuffs that they close themselves off to any line of discussion. ”

“ But forgive me. perhaps my mask emboldens me to speak too freely. Does your insight imply that you've been around nobility yourself? ” Ivy was truly are not hiding anything, as bolded glimpses of themselves cracked through the leaves. M.M, however… “ If you have this kind of insight what do you intend to do with it? Break out a smile and watch the glassware crack? ”

" Will you answer me honestly? Or would you prefer the politesse of wining and dining first? " A beat. " Ah, I've been calling you M.M. Perhaps we should start with that. What would you like to go by? "

[toa-masquerade]

“ Ah, but do you not find that terribly tragic? ” They hummed, brow furrowed beneath their mask. “ — To be taught so carefully to speak that one forgets how to say anything at all? ”

Their hand flitted through the illusionary sea, setting off a laced line of bubbles. The gesture was artful, and yet there was weight beneath it—an irritation grown subtle in its polish. “ Power should not render one so fragile. And yet here we are, in a world where people carry titles like glassware, clinking with the effort not to shatter. I would like to think the Viscount is not like that. ”

A pause followed, and in that silence, the shape of their mask shifted ever so slightly in the low light—gold catching gold, reflective and unreadable.

“ You are not wrong, mind you, ” Ivy conceded, with a gracious nod. “ If anything, you’ve proven more discerning than most, and you are clever enough to know your place on the board. Many here have their tongues linked so intricately to their cuffs that they close themselves off to any line of discussion. ”

“ But forgive me. perhaps my mask emboldens me to speak too freely. Does your insight imply that you've been around nobility yourself? ” Ivy was truly are not hiding anything, as bolded glimpses of themselves cracked through the leaves. M.M, however… “ If you have this kind of insight what do you intend to do with it? Break out a smile and watch the glassware crack? ”

" Will you answer me honestly? Or would you prefer the politesse of wining and dining first? " A beat. " Ah, I've been calling you M.M. Perhaps we should start with that. What would you like to go by? "

Quite the assumption on Ivy's part to assert that the Viscount would be capable of parsing what was and was not said in jest. Genius in one area seemed to rarely correlate to social aptitude-- many examples of quite the opposite came to mind, in fact. After all, it was entirely possible that the Viscount would be the bookish sort, the kind of person who spent too much time holed up alone, denied the opportunity for social interaction. Why would someone like that be good at perceiving intent from words alone?

"From my experience," Gold countered, offering a wry smile as an edge in this little contest of words presented itself, "nobles tend to be all the more sensitive to anything that could be perceived as a slight. 'Cruel assumption' is precisely what the mind of someone in power tends to jump to. People who have to deal with high society are taught to tread as carefully as possible in their speech to avoid precisely such a circumstance. Why would you assume the Viscount would know your intentions? I think it all the more likely that the opposite would be the case."

Perhaps Ivy would be better off clinging to the wall the way the plant they based their mask on usually did. Mingling with others did not quite seem to be their forte... though the same could be said of many people here. That was, at least in part, the allure of the masquerade. You need not fear the ramifications of offending another if they did not know who you were.

[toa-masquerade]

Quite the assumption on Ivy's part to assert that the Viscount would be capable of parsing what was and was not said in jest. Genius in one area seemed to rarely correlate to social aptitude-- many examples of quite the opposite came to mind, in fact. After all, it was entirely possible that the Viscount would be the bookish sort, the kind of person who spent too much time holed up alone, denied the opportunity for social interaction. Why would someone like that be good at perceiving intent from words alone?

"From my experience," Gold countered, offering a wry smile as an edge in this little contest of words presented itself, "nobles tend to be all the more sensitive to anything that could be perceived as a slight. 'Cruel assumption' is precisely what the mind of someone in power tends to jump to. People who have to deal with high society are taught to tread as carefully as possible in their speech to avoid precisely such a circumstance. Why would you assume the Viscount would know your intentions? I think it all the more likely that the opposite would be the case."

Perhaps Ivy would be better off clinging to the wall the way the plant they based their mask on usually did. Mingling with others did not quite seem to be their forte... though the same could be said of many people here. That was, at least in part, the allure of the masquerade. You need not fear the ramifications of offending another if they did not know who you were.

" Annoy? Why, if I were a lesser person, I would be shaking in indignance. But by the good light, there is much you can accomplish by simply speaking to one another. " Briefly, they visibly sunk, before kindling themselves anew. From a quick glance, their partner had a penchant for the curious, and their gold mask had taken more to listening as soon as ivy lined words came into the picture. The markings, like white paint on ancient wall etchings, resembled ruins to him. He had much to study before understanding if his basis for the assumption was off mark. " So? "

They playing directly into their golden line of irony. " Are you the Viscount? " A grin cracked most readily. " I think your prowess precedes you. "

" I jest. " A hand goes up. " For the Viscount, in all his genius, would surely be able to delineate between a joke and a cruel assumption. It seems that you can not. "

" I will tell you this, M.M., the most accomplished are those that are unafraid to ask questions. "

[toa-masquerade]

" Annoy? Why, if I were a lesser person, I would be shaking in indignance. But by the good light, there is much you can accomplish by simply speaking to one another. " Briefly, they visibly sunk, before kindling themselves anew. From a quick glance, their partner had a penchant for the curious, and their gold mask had taken more to listening as soon as ivy lined words came into the picture. The markings, like white paint on ancient wall etchings, resembled ruins to him. He had much to study before understanding if his basis for the assumption was off mark. " So? "

They playing directly into their golden line of irony. " Are you the Viscount? " A grin cracked most readily. " I think your prowess precedes you. "

" I jest. " A hand goes up. " For the Viscount, in all his genius, would surely be able to delineate between a joke and a cruel assumption. It seems that you can not. "

" I will tell you this, M.M., the most accomplished are those that are unafraid to ask questions. "

Perhaps a flair for the dramatic ought to have been anticipated. The nature of the event did lend itself towards a more theatrical air than an ordinary ball might. The ivy-masked individual's apostrophe and gesturing to the air made it feel as though they were speaking past the person in the golden mask, as though they did not have all too much regard for whoever had decided to approach them. It was only the mention of having witnessed other feats that caught their attention, after all. People, it seemed, were less important to the Ivy Mask than what they could accomplish.

"What, do you intend to interrogate each and every person you come across until you can annoy the Viscount into unmasking?"

The suggestion was made in jest, but there remained a distinct possibility that the Ivy Mask might well decide to attempt exactly that. There were a few people likely in attendance with precisely that kind of determination, after all. It would be better not to be responsible for causing that kind of stir at a masquerade ball... and it would somewhat defeat the purpose of the event anyway.

"...Please do not actually do that."

[toa-masquerade]

Perhaps a flair for the dramatic ought to have been anticipated. The nature of the event did lend itself towards a more theatrical air than an ordinary ball might. The ivy-masked individual's apostrophe and gesturing to the air made it feel as though they were speaking past the person in the golden mask, as though they did not have all too much regard for whoever had decided to approach them. It was only the mention of having witnessed other feats that caught their attention, after all. People, it seemed, were less important to the Ivy Mask than what they could accomplish.

"What, do you intend to interrogate each and every person you come across until you can annoy the Viscount into unmasking?"

The suggestion was made in jest, but there remained a distinct possibility that the Ivy Mask might well decide to attempt exactly that. There were a few people likely in attendance with precisely that kind of determination, after all. It would be better not to be responsible for causing that kind of stir at a masquerade ball... and it would somewhat defeat the purpose of the event anyway.

"...Please do not actually do that."

" Truly? Would you show me one of your own magical marvels, then? I would much like to study it. " They could feel the spark of innovation coming through their partner's mask, and grasped for it. What wonder! They had hoped to find like minded people while under this guise of anonymity, but so soon had one come that they had to wonder if this person was thinking the same. " It… Actually, you are quite right. The devotion to presentation is beyond that I could have imagined. "

" The Viscount and his son are here in our company. Ha! I have no qualms coming up to them and asking them myself. "

Turning their wrist to open a fake query, a turtle was startled by the abrupt twirl. " Viscount Menja. " They lowered their voice dramatically. " Where have you been hiding this all year? More should be privy to your secrets. "

" Perhaps one day, I, too, will perform something of this scale. "

[toa-masquerade]

Everyone seemed just as enchanted by the scenery Viscount Menja had provided them that night. It was wonderful to know that it was a mutual fascination, that being astounded by it was not in and of itself clue to the identity beneath the mask. For someone who so loved to know as much as possible, though, it would also be frustrating-- there was a puzzle to solve here, but woefully few clues with which to piece it together.

"No," concurred the stranger in the golden mask, "I can't say I have. I've born witness to a great many magical marvels in my day, but this one-- this one is new to me. I wonder if the Viscount has done something like this before. If this little spell was an invention entirely for this event, then I certainly must commend the dedication to the craft."

" Now how did Viscount Menja manage this? " Their voice pulled in song to this new marvel. They also fastened their mask on a little tighter. They were good at acting but they didn't need to act. An unwritten law had been dictated to them tonight in a hand most fair. There would be fooling no one tonight. But that did not mean they could not have a little fun with it. Their hand went out, gliding over the scales of a colorful train of fish. They laughed and the school parted like the sea. Kaleidoscope curtains opened to reveal another person before them.

" Have you ever seen an enchantment like this before?"