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So I just made a post about bathroom rules in elementary school and it got me thinking about bathroom rules elsewhere and I have a lot of stories about people telling me not to go to the bathroom and my reaction. So I want to tell one in particular from middle school bc I find it funny.

I started middle school right as they merged two middle schools together, resulting in overcrowded classrooms, fights, etc. This meant there were several times when we would be put on what they called a soft lockdown. Basically, too many people had been caught skipping or fighting so they wouldn't let us leave the classroom.

Anyway, I was in math class and one of the school security gaurds was substituting because our teacher was fired, and I was on my period. So a boy asked to go to the bathroom and was told no, I wasn't paying attention to this as I was talking with a friend. Then I wind up needing to stand up because one of my pencils had been knocked off the table, and in doing so, Niagra falls starts and I can feel it start to leak through my pad.

So, I grabbed a pad from my bag and made my way to the security gaurd and said I was going to the bathroom. He went off saying that he had just told another kid no and that I didn't deserve special treatment, basically trying to himiliate me in front of my classmates. Then he basically said "show me something you think they'd accept as a pass".

Now, I was never ashamed to talk about my period, so I reach into my pocket and place my pad in his hand.

Chaos erupted immediately. Girls were laughing, boys were staring like it was a foreign object, my friends (most who I knew in elementary school and were there to witness me announce my period to my entire 5th grade class bc it was like my 2nd period and I just started) were unfazed, shaking their heads like this is exactly how they saw this going.

The security gaurd tells everyone to be quiet, then ASKS ME WHAT IT IS. So the conversation goes something like:

"A pad."

"What??" Now he understands what has happened, but I am a smart ass and he asked me a question.

"A pad, girls use them when they're on their period to collect the blood, then they wrap it in toilet paper and throw it away."

This man is staring at me horrified, desparately trying to give it back, but I did not take it.

"That is a private thing! You shouldn't announce it in front of the class! Go to the bathroom, GEEZ."

I slowly take the pad and leave the classroom. No one stops me on my walk there or back except for the nurse, who sees me holding a pad and asks if I'm ok.

I return to absolute silence. I sit down and resume conversation with my friends.

That security gaurd never spoke to me again. A few months after this incident we also shut down do to covid but sometimes I wish I were still that girl, then I remember I am, I did it twice in highschool and once at work when I was told I couldn't go to the bathroom. My Junior year I stopped asking if I could go and started telling them I was going. Only once did anyone try to stop me, but that's a story for another day.

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WHY DO THE SPIRITS KEEP TELLING ME I AM GOING TO HAVE CANCER.

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Make Your Villians...

Make your villians bad Liars. If you want to make them betray they're friends, they still can be bad liars. Everyone can know that they're sneaking out to do something, but maybe they think they have a secret lover, or that they have a bad habit that they don't want them to know about. Make them seem innocent but when you look back it's so obvious that they were actually sneaking away to do something awful.

Make your villians decent people. Make them not kill kids or condone abuse. Make them have a moral compass. Maybe they want to take over a kingdom, but there are things they refuse to do to achieve that goal. On top of that, Make your heros blind by the idea that they have to stop the villian, that they do something that goes against the villains morals while they're trying to stop them.

Give your villians a family! So often they are either alone or raised by terrible people. Maybe they were raised by good people who are still alive, maybe they have a brother or a sister or kids or a wife. Maybe all they want is to protect the people they love and they're the villian because the thing that is causing them pain is other people. Maybe they are trying to help pay for a surgery, or they just want their kid to be able to do something they never had the chance to and people keep getting in their way. Maybe they are an awful person who's crimes have nothing to do with their family, but they love their family anyways.

Make them have flaws. Not like being manipulative or cruel, but everyday flaws. Maybe they always forget to brush their hair, maybe they can't help but make faces when people say something weird or annoying. They aren't just villains, they're people.

Lastly, make your villians have other goals. Maybe their main goal is something awful or tragic, but they have other goals too. Maybe they want a family, to write a book, to have a successful career. Maybe the awful thing isn't their main goal, just something else that they want to do or are involved in.

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Parents confuse me cause how are you going to wake me up and be like "Don't you have to leave in twenty minutes" then stand in my doorway until I have to tell you to leave so I can get ready. Like yeah, thank you for waking me up, I love you, but I need to get ready and this ain't some weird strip club.

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For all you Hamilton or history obsessed people out there. Hamilton may not be 100% accurate to history, it mostly is, but of course not entirely. You know what it is accurate to? Taking AP Classes in high school. Look at my son= Look I got at least a B on my last test. The duel? Two kids who want the top grade met up with lightsabers and battled. Hamilton dying? After the Ap exam when you get back to class and all you can think is: What was *insert vague and obscure information here*.

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I work at Jimmy John, okay pretty normal. We have some strange conversations, but honestly who doesn't?

However it has recently been brought up that I sometimes at the end of my shift take some bread home, that's okay, it's only enough to make a sandwich and it'll be thrown out if I don't anyhow.

This is not what what was mentioned. Someone I know saw me the driving home and asked about me eating bread whilst driving.

Note that I drive a stick shift and that I hold the bread in my shifting hand, and I have control over the car one handed, plus I only have a loved grip on the bread so I can also hold the steering wheel and shift if need be.

Now, I want you to imagine this. Your cruising down the street and you look out your window at the car next to you and all you see is a random girl eating what is essentially a baguette while drive and nodded her head to the music.

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prompt 9

"Hey-"

"I hope you die at the hands of your mother and she leaves your cold body in a field so you can be useful for once in your life and feed some fucking birds!" A turned on their heel and faced B. They pointed to C. "Not you, them"

With that, A left the room.

"Hey," B began again. "What happened?"

"I told them I ate their leftovers." C shrugged. "What's up?"

"They freaked out over leftovers?' B asked worried.

"Yeah." C grinned. "You're never going to survive liblving here if that worries you."

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Valid crashout

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While I was mowing my great aunts lawn today I started thinking about church.

For a long while, My grandparents took me to church, but since my grandfather is deceased, and my grandmother is having issues I have not been attending.

I don't really mind, I'm not exactly super into it all anyhow, but I started to wander why I hated going so much when I was younger, then it hit me: I just really hated one of the women there.

Why do I hate this woman? Simple, she never liked me and acted like I was acting up when in reality I was behaving normally.

Before you come after me saying "surely that's not true" it is it just is.

I saw this woman once a week, sometimes less cause she would sometimes teach my Sunday school class. At first, she started of small, not liking the fact that I didn't enjoy singing and disapproving when I would nudge my brother to keep him from falling asleep.

The more often she was the teacher the worse it got. She would eavesdrop when I was talking to my brother and be upset when I told her that our conversation was none of her business and I didn't want her unsolicited advice on my personal life.

The last straw was when someone kept complaining about my behavior and those complaints would make their way to my dad who would then scold me. I quickly realized that whenever one of those complaints was mad this woman had been my teacher. At this point I had had enough of her acting as though I was incompetent and I confronted her about her complaints. She denied having complained so I asked why when I had any other teacher there were no issues. She argued I was always rude to her so I told her to explain how so.

Of course, all her examples were of me telling her that I didn't want to discuss certain topics with her (parents divorce, arguments with friends, etc) and that I always seemed annoyed when she tried to talk about my school life or hobbies. I then reminded her that I had every right to have boundaries and that she always gave unwanted advice about my personal life that made me not Want to discuss it with her.

In the end, she still denied making the complaints, but they did mysteriously stop.

After my brother got a job and stopped attending she chose to no longer be a Sunday school teacher.

No, I do not have religious trauma, I'd just rather walk barefoot across burning hot coals than pretend I owe that woman an ounce of the respect I have when she did nothing to earn it.

You can't dance atop the daisies and expect to be greeted by a grateful gardener.

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Prompt 5

"How does it feel to be short?" A asked, taking a seat next to B.

"Probably the same as it does to be tall," B replied as they rolled rolled their eyes. This was third time A had asked that question that week, and they didn't seem to have any intention in stopping.

"Do you hit your head when you get in your car?"

"No."

"See, it's different."

"Yeah, it's different." B sighed. "You didnt ask about that though. You asked how it feels, which isn't the same thing."

"It kind of is."

"Height doesn't control feelings." B shook their head. It wasn't a big deal, but the more A asked, the closer they became to being close with B's fist.

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I know its a writing prompt but why is it so accurate?

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Prompt 3

"There is nothing left for us to do here! There is nowhere for us to run to! What is your plan now? Huh? Where are we supposed to go?"

Character looked out at the city that had once loved them. How had they turned against them so quickly?

They turned and faced their friend, who stood there, fists clenched awaiting an answer.

There were a thousand words they could have said, but only one escaped them. "Forward."

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What freshmen think seniors are like in high school:

"We're so cool, and we get out of here soon. Freshmen are pathetic babies. We can do what we want; drive, smoke, drink and we never get caught cause we're so awsome."

What they actually act like:

Senior 1: How do you make that bird shadow puppet thing?

Senior 2: I do it like this

Senior 3: That's wrong it's like this.

Senior 1: No? That looks nothing like a bird.

Senior 3: yeah it does

Senior 1: That’s one gay ass bird.

Seniors 2&4: *laughing their asses of*

And yes, if you care to know, this is a real conversation that was had during class.

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In Hamilton, during the song My Shot, and more specifically during the "rise up" section of the song, the people are singing "When are these colonies gonna rise up"

I did not realize this for the longest time and I instead thought half the people were singing "From your knees you gotta rise up" and the other half were singing "These colonies gotta rise up"

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For high schoolers emailing teachers about grading missing/late assignments.

Not all teachers accept late/missing work, and they DO NOT grade based off of your schedule, however every now and then something comes up and you may need to get something graded. If you send them an email that says "Dear teacher, please grade my assignments cause X reason. Thanks. Signed Name" they may help you out but I have found this format works better for getting someone's attention when asking for them to grade old assignments:

"Dear [teacher],

Optional sentence with your name and what class you are in. I am sorry for the inconvenience, and I apologize for not having completed the assignment on time. This sentence explains your reasoning for not having the assignment completed (even if it's just because you were procrastinating or simply forgot about it, they will likely appreciate that you are acknowledging what is going on).

I would appreciate it if you could please grade [the assignmet(s)] at your earliest convenience. Again I apologize for not submitting it/them on time and will try to do better in the future.

Thank you, and have a nice [day/week/weekend]

Sincerely/With gratitude

-[your name], [optional to add class that you are in here or below.]"

This has helped me on many occasions and I thought you may appreciate it as well

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Doing the dishes after family lunch, suddenly I started thinking about a conversation I had with a friend about reading and why people who read don't seem to care when someone makes fun of them for it.

Out of nowhere, a little voice in my head, who I have named Margret, says:

"When you read so much from the perspective of an otherworldly or strange being you learn how to act when treated like one"

And honestly wtf Margret, you can say stuff like that when I'm doing the dishes but not when I'm staring a page of writing?

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Dialogue prompt

"Is she mad at you?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"So you're just going to continue doing nothing? Yeah, I'm sureee that will help."

"Shut up."

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Writing AU's based off of events from my life.

Character A is reading while Charcter B is playing catch with a friend. Character B accidentally hits them in the back of the head with the tennis ball they were using.

Character A is swinging on a swing set and Character B asks them to play Tage everyday until they agree.

Character A is doing a creative hobby when Character B asks them about it and they go into a long story about how they learned the skill.

Character A starts working at the same restaurant as Character B. Character B recognizes them as Character A's mother is extremely rude. They bond over a dislike for the mother.

Character A meets Character B through a mutual friend (Character C) when Character A and Character C get in an argument, Character B becomes the mediator until they make up.