#classroom rules

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

[hyuckonia]

sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler......you're so skibidi........you're so......fanum tax.....!!! XD i just wanna be your sigma..........freaking come here........give me your ohio.... !!! >w< cater x riddle 2025 comeon chat !!

yk anon i think u may be onto something huge....

[regressioncurriculum]

Adult Grade-School Essay Prompts: On Naughty Throwing

Why it is wrong to throw toys? Give at least three reasons.

Come up with a menu that should be served to a naughty little who throws food or knocks over dishes.

Write a story in which someone gets a consequence for throwing things.

[chicgeekgirl89]

HUGE shoutout to the 5th grader dressed like Cookie Monster who came to me mid-class this morning and said, "I feel like I'm going to throw up," and then made it to the bathroom before doing so. MVP award.

[forffax]

I'd say one of the more shit parts of working in a middle school is that it's fucking impossible to escape hp. It's like. Do the teachers know? Do they not care? Am I gonna get fired if I make a big stink about it?

[bitten-button]

Irina jelavic the woman that you are <3333

I love her dearly, and as a man who wants to marry her husband thats saying something.

She is so cringe fail and yet a scary woman who could kill me. and she's always simultaneously reaching for a real connection and pushing people away. and she's a master manipulator without a single genuine social skill. and she's so unfailingly confident in her physicality but so deeply insecure. and she's so damaged and she's so strong and she learns about herself and she comes to care for the kids and she opens up enough to genuinely fall in love and she never loses that bright spark of ✨bitch✨ but still becomes more genuine.

And also she has really great tits <3

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I think of so many stupid shenanigans between Wriothesley and his daughters in the Addison Lee verse. They tell Wriothesley crazy shit all the time, their daddy-daughter secrets, and it drives Neuvillette nuts that Wriothesley won't snitch.

Sigewinne, whispering into his ear: Today at school I punched a boy because he was being mean. I waited until it was recess, and made sure that no one was watching, and I punched him. Everyone knows he is a liar, so noooo one believed him when he cried about it. And Sigewinne is aaaalways a superstar so Mr Vautrin didn't suspect a thing !

Wriothesley, mildly concerned: Uh huh.

Sigewinne: Papa would say Sigewinne has to be nice to everyone, but, Sigewinne thinks bullies need to get punched sometimes, b'cos, b'cos otherwise, they think everyone is just gonna let them be mean

Wriothesley: Y'know what. That's fair

[simplegenius042]

WIP Wednesday & Last Line/s

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Guess who finally got their documents working again! Anyway, WIPs and Last Lines for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles. Specifically; a WIP for Jurassic World: Before The Storm and The True Sinners, and a Last Line for two Classroom Of The Elite fics and Silva's Hope and No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden. Kind of a lot, but I've missed this so much. You can find these below the cut:

Here's a WIP for Chapter 2 of Jurassic World: Before The Storm:

Regret.

That is what overcame me when I followed Lisa off the ramp of the ferry.

Once I stood on sturdier ground, the unforgiving heat swept over me quickly.

Lisa had told me to put some summer clothes on; the sleeveless shirt and accompanying short skirt that she had paid for had been her initial suggestion. But I didn’t want to wear those. I didn’t want strangers to see how scrawny and soft I was. And the loose long-sleeve shirt, long baggy pants and my jumper were just too cozy, even if they were more for the colder months.

The uncomfortable temperature had me reconsider if this was a small lapse in judgement.

But no one was paying me much mind, so maybe the clothes helped. If that’s right, then maybe a little heat wouldn’t be so bad.

“Jackie,” Lisa gritted my nickname past her teeth, impatient towards my slow pace. I hadn’t realized that my baggage would be so heavy. I obliged her by picking up the pace.

Though I sped up in pace, Lisa was swifter, and the increasing amount of people clustering together made it more difficult to stay behind her lead.

Luckily the crowd started to dissipate.

I rushed to be by Lisa’s side, lugging my baggage with as much force as I could. The sun lifted an unwanted blanket of hot air over us, and I could not find it in my heart to appreciate the climate. In response to this uncomfortable pressure, I unzipped my jumper. I took a glance at Lisa and found her attention elsewhere.

Here's The True Sinners WIP, where Silva's planning murder while making coffee... but who can blame someone whose recently been kidnapped by the resident ginger soldier:

Jacob dragged Silva through the halls of the old veteran's center, his right hand gripped onto the hem of her dirty coat.

They reached what she assumed to be his office. Jacob opened the door and unceremoniously threw her forward inside. She caught herself from falling, twisting around to face her captor.

He shut the door behind him, the handle's lock clicked in a twist. Jacob crossed his arms as he regarded her, face thinned into a stoic mask.

Blue eyes raked over her disheveled body, specifically how she positioned herself; legs spread apart and slight bent, her left arm spread forward in preparation while her right arm remained closest to her hip, and her dull grey eyes glaring at him. Focused.

He sharply exhaled through his nose, almost like a whistling snort. He leaned against the wall next to the door, eyes on her. Silva didn't drop her guard, not even when he gestured over to a small table.

"Coffee," Jacob tells her. Silva remained in her stance, though confusion did etch across her face.

Jacob gestured once more to the small table. Silva hesitated, eyed Jacob's stature. She took a brief glance over to the table, not enough to lose Jacob in her peripheral though, and opted not to change her stance either, just in case.

She spotted a kettle and some paper cups, and what she assumed to be a jar of grounded coffee beans.

She swiftly placed her eyes back onto him, uncertainty and anticipation brewing within her. Jacob must have noticed, as he stated, "Get yourself a cup of coffee. And if you get one for me, I might be open to explaining your purpose here."

Her eyes narrowed, but refrained from speaking. Silva wasn't sure what his game was. She focused past him to the office door.

She silently exhaled, taking small steps toward the table, grey eyes always on Jacob in case he made any sudden moves.

Once she planted a gloved hand on the small tabletop, she gave one more glare towards him before reluctantly turning her back to him.

With an ear out for any inconspicuous movements Jacob could make, Silva quickly pressed a knuckle against the kettle. Finding it lukewarm, she flicked down the switch.

She dared another glance at Jacob while the kettle heated up, only to stiffen when their stares connected. A palish blue invading her dull grey. A contrast to the sharp grey of Father and the pale hazel of Paul.

He was a militar man. The green forest jacket with the Americana flag was enough to tip her off when they first met, but the ambush... the training grounds of the veteran center had all confirmed her suspicion.

She had been unprepared when she fought back during the raid, only managing to catch him off guard with an admittedly surprised hit, but nothing that could have incapacitated him with his support running at her.

But now they were alone... and once she heard the rising whistle, she twisted her fingers around the handle of her new weapon.

Here's four Last Lines, two each for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles.

The first Last Line is for a Classroom Of The Elite chapter in The UnTitled Stories (a collection of short fics). Ayanokoji and Horikita have lunch together:

"So," I had paused to swallow down the crumbed fish before I asked you, "The first step is to rehabilitate the failures?"

It hadn't been an unsound plan. In fact it was quite logical, which made sense, in hindsight.

"If you've grasped that, you can guess what I'm about to propose," you had told me, and you were correct. The implication was as easy to notice like a car speeding down a crossing.

My initial response was to decline. The word 'no' was on the tip of my mouth, but I refrained. I took a glance at you, and reconsidered my reply.

Knowing you thus far, you would never have allowed me to get as close as you'd already let me back then if I had rejected your proposal. You had made sound points and made your intentions clear. While I had no ambition to reach Class A, as it had not been my goal, you were a curious oddity that I wanted to learn more about. And helping you meant getting one step closer to the answer I sought.

So, I made the only acceptable answer.

"Okay, I'll help."

"I thought you'd say-," you had paused mid-sentence, my words being swiftly picked apart in your mind as you realized what I had said, "Wait, seriously?"

"Dead serious," I parroted your words back. I'd imagine the look of momentary shock should have been amusing, though I couldn't find much humor in the displace as my chopsticks picked up the rest of my crumbed fish.

The second Last Line/s is for a "What If?" Classroom Of The Elite scenario where Amasawa and Yagami went with Ayanokoji to the school. Anyway, have Class D's reaction to the trio:

As Ayanokoji began to depart from his desk, he paused. Horikita heard him let out a sigh, and much to her confusion, dropped his bag on top of his desk.

"What are you-?" Horikita wanted to question, but Ayanokoji soon interrupted her.

"Accepting my fate," he disclosed, not with much emotion, but certainly not his regular monotone.

Horikita blinked at him, shaking her head in confusion, "Huh?"

Ayanokoji only pointed toward Class 1-D's door in response. She turned her gaze toward it, the sliding door left ajar by the few students who left for break. She wasn't sure why...

She stopped her thoughts when she heard it; the rushing steps of someone fast approaching. It wasn't until a familiar magenta-haired fiend slid in front of the door way, cast her gradient dark-red eyes onto her target and propelled herself inside the classroom at such unnatural speed.

"Senpai~!" the twin-tailed girl cheered out as she threw herself at Ayanokoji, who (reluctantly) welcomed her with deflated open arms. The girl tackled Ayanokoji, the force causing both of them to crash to the floor. The ruckus caught the remainder of Class D's attention.

Before Horikita could process what she just witnessed, she heard another rush of footsteps towards the doorway, but this one slowed down to reveal the second of Ayanokoji's companions; a boy with brown hair and green eyes, softly panting and non-discreetly leaning against the frame to recover from the chase.

The third Last Line/s is for Silva's Hope, and Silva gets a short break and a new friend:

"Hey, Dep, so... you hungry?" Boshaw asked, fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand. Silva glanced at him, raising a brow, "I was gonna heat up the leftover pizza I had in my fridge, and since you're crashing the place, I'm just wondering if you want some."

He seemed anxious, giving her a forced smile as he awaited her answer. At the mention of food, the rumbling pain in her gut demanded she attend to its needs. Silva blew out a relenting exhale.

"Honestly Boshaw... I'd love some pizza," she told him, and she saw how his brown eyes lightened up; like how Elsa was given permission to do a dangerous stunt or Hurk given the go-ahead to blow a Peggie chopper out of the sky. Or given the thumbs up to set something ablaze.

With that reminder, she quickly added, "As long as it's not reheated with your flamethrower. Understood Boshaw?"

Boshaw blew out a playful huff as he stood up on the trailer's roof, "Nah, I learnt my lesson last time I did that. Gets too charred. Don't worry, I've got a microwave laying about inside. And ya can call me Sharky, Dep."

Silva chewed the inside of her cheek, but after some thinking, couldn't see the harm of calling him by his preferred name, "Alright Sharky... as long as you call me Silva. I'm doing a lot more than what's in a deputy's paycheck. Deal?"

She opened out a gloved hand for him to shake on, and it lightened her mood to see the wide cheerful grin as he took her hand, and managed to pull her up onto her two feet, "You've got a deal there, Silva."

The final Last Line/s is for No Snake, Only A Boa In The Garden, and have a crumb of Hudson and Pratt content... as they chat waiting for a passed-out Coroner!Silva to wake up:

Watching how quietly [Silva] slept on as Pratt had loudly chugged down his coffee, Joey couldn't disagree with Pratt's comment, regardless of how ill-mannered the jest was.

She's almost like a corpse, she conceded, frowning at the soft breathes she could barely see part their coroner's lips, the egg-shaped timer ticking beside the dark-haired woman's head, within arm-length.

"Hudson, you need to relax. She's a grown woman, remember? She's made the decision to deal with her personal issues herself," Pratt yapped on, and shared a thought, "Not the best way to deal with any issue, true, but it really isn't up to us to interfere if it hasn't affected her job thus far. Besides, you've got to admit she's a bit fun when she's tipsy. Night-outs are never short of entertaining when she's around. Cheeky and funny, too."

Joey gave Pratt a deadpan look, and sighed, "I don't know Pratt. You ever wonder why she drinks though? It worries me. We're pretty much the only ones here she goes out of her way to talk to, with exception to Earl. And she's just cooped up in here, surrounded by... death."

She gestured around the morgue, to the units housing whatever bodies were brought in this week. Once again, she settled her gaze on the deep bags under Silva's eyes, a combined result of the coroner's known insomnia and the amount of effort in she puts to stretch herself thin in overworking herself. Joey huffed, a somberness in her voice, "It's so... isolating. She never shares anything outside her personal life either, and we're the closest people to friends that she's got. It's not normal."

[luna-loner]

I was looking for Big Five info to a history, and I'm SO disappointed that the AssClass Wiki don't even have their height... What do you think are their heigths?

First, I'm going to use B4 specifically when referring to the group without Gakushuu.

Second, you have every right to be upset. The B4 are apparently so unimportant they don't get their own profiles like Gakushuu or the 3E kids. Even Karasuma's boss, who's arguably more irrelevant and has less screentime, gets his own freakin' profile, with a birthday! Why??? (I mean, I don't mind some extra info on background characters, but a birthday for every B5 boy would've been nice, you know?)

The wiki says Ren's height is 180 cm, even though it's not mentioned anywhere in canon (#JusticeforB4Boys). I think it's because he's taller than Shuu (175 cm), so I guess the wiki meant to say he's around 180 cm.

For the other three, let's take a look at this character design reference.

So, Ren is obviously the tallest. Seo seems a little shorter in comparison, even if he's leaning to the side. It's safe to say he's around Gakushuu's height, give or take. I like to think he's shorter by one or two centimeters just so Gakushuu can enjoy being the SECOND tallest Virtuoso 🤭

I never realized this, but Araki and Koyama seem to be around the same height only because Koyama is hunched over. Imagine if he had a straight posture, I think he'd tower over Araki by 2-3 cms, which isn't a lot, but as Gakushuu likes to say (to himself) "Every centimeter counts" as he stands tall next to Seo.

So, from tallest to shortest, the order would be:

Ren

Gakushuu

Seo

Koyama

Araki

I'm not going to give each B4 kid a specific height because this may change later. It's been ages since I last watched the anime or read the manga. I used to think Koyama was the shortest because he looked so small around the others. Maybe after a good rewatch/reread and a healthy dose of scene over-analysis, these headcanons will change again.

TL;DR:

The B4 don't get respect

Araki is a pipsqueak (affectionate)

[strixton]

hot take on listening to music in mostly quiet writing day classes (aka allowed to quietly talk, but also still quiet writing):

-if the teacher wants to maintain students having the ability to listen in case of instruction, but also has students with attention deficiency issues (like me and my adhd), then it should be allowed to not allow headphones/ear buds in class (unless the specific student has an accomodation). But also, the attention deficiency student should be allowed to find another way to focus their attention (let it be a fidget or something worked out between student and teacher)

-if the teacher does not need to ensure students can hear them for verbal instructions, then music should be allowed with the teacher understand that newer generations do have their own standards and etiquette when it comes to getting the attention of someone with audio devices on, and this newer etiquette is not as distracting as it may seem initially

-if the teacher wants to allow music to be listened to in class individually while working, but is worried about students having too high of volume or missing the instructions the teacher may verbally offer, the teacher can require that one headphone or earbud must be off/out at all times. This ensures proper volume etiquette, and the ability for students to still hear even with music

This is all coming from me, an ex-education student now psych student who has adhd, but wants to still work with kids in education. I completely understand teachers need that sense of control and ensurance they will be heard, as well as I understand from a students point of view the occasional need for auditory stimulation when working on quiet tasks. I struggle with writing in silence, or when the silence is really just a lot of typing and whispering (this distracts me). I really think there should be more communication and compromise between students and teachers on non-legallt required accommodations and ensuring classroom control.

[couchsterfield]

Bennington College (bret easton ellis' alma mater, and the inspiration of camden college) layout

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they were here... they were here 💔

[asterbeladona]

I don't know whether to thank or slap my brother for getting me obsessed with Blue Lock.

[nicnsmth1]

it's national gf day so I drew red sun duo🧍🏻‍♀️

[arealtrashact]

I just wanted to say your art is extremely inspirational to me. Your fluidity is something I'd kill to achieve and whenever I feel unmotivated I look up your art. Art school's rough but you make me feel like it can be enjoyed

I'm touched to hear that. Proud and honored to be a source of motivation / inspiration to you.

It is tiring. I won't deny that . . . but don't lose sight of the fact that you're in this track because you love art ! I know sometimes that can get lost beneath the ceaseless workload but hold on to that love and don't let it go.

You've got this !

[slothquisitor]

Hi, hello. Some of you, like me, are certified literature nerds. I just finished running a book club of about twelve students talking about this book. A retelling if The Great Gatsby, but from Jordan Baker’s perspective, but she’s Vietnamese and also there is magic. And basically, you need it in your life.

[crabussy]

everyone in my school loves to scream as louyd as they can on purpose to hurt me just because they can