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Pinned post mostly so I can just make important info less cramped
o/ Hi! You can call me Sec, or whatever you want. My url isn't really very conducive to shortnaming
I mostly do rebogs but maybe that'll change at some point, who knows
Who even knows what my gender is. Certainly not me. Any pronouns are fine
I'm 18+
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having gloves on imparts the dizzying sense of power which comes from the knowledge that you can touch anything
removing gloves completely inverts this for a few minutes and until it wears off you can't escape the crushing sense that you shouldn't be touching anything
OCD Heritage Post
remember in p.e. when they'd take a bunch of insecure teenagers & be like "today we're going to play basketball" and then not teach you how to play basketball. and then put you in a group with guys who were obsessed with basketball and would get mad at you for not knowing how to play basketball. why did they do that
ancient greek word of the day: ĪŗĪ±ĪŗĪæĪøĪµĻĪ®Ļ (kakotherÄs),Ā unfitted to endure summer heat
this literally means ābad at summerā pass it on
Reblog if you, too, are bad at summer
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I just remembered one time in like sixth or seventh grade (we had the same teachers and class both years so hard to remember which) somehow we got into a debate of āwho is better, boys or girls?ā and instead of stepping in to stop it our teacher formalized it and egged us on by providing thoughtful prompts and counters to each side and by the end each group had built a barricade of desks on either side of the classroom and we were throwing balls of paper at each other and screaming about personal hygiene while our teacher just watched and enjoyed a Baby Ruth candy bar.
This was the same teacher that got the cops called on our school like three times and would reward us for being good by spraying our hands with rubbing alcohol and setting them on fire.
He was the best teacher I ever had.
STUFF MR ROBINSON DID THAT WAS VERY GOOD:
One time Mr. Robinson closed the door to the classroom furtively and asked a student near the door to keep an eye on the doorās window in case anyone from the administration was coming.
He explained the next curriculum was one he had been explicitly disallowed from, but he didnāt know how we were going to cover the next portion of our history work fairly without covering it first. He said if any of us were offended by it or felt it threatened our beliefs to be discussing it, please talk to him and he would gladly find alternative work for us to do instead. But he asked if we would be okay not broadcasting too loudly to the administration (our parents were fine) about it.
At this point weāre on the edge of our seat. Forbidden curriculum? YES PLEASE.
āAll right, do I have a promise from you you wonāt tell on me to the principal?ā
We, of course, promised.
āGood. Then letās talk about World Religions.ā
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(A side note here, if you ever have a not-forbidden courseload you want your students to really enthusiastically consume, I think pretending itād forbidden will up interest levels immensely. The work was informative and we loved it, but the Secret Agent-ness of doing a SECRET ASSIGNMENTS and having SECRET PROJECTS and LOOKOUTS FOR THE FUZZ upped our investment in the material beyond description. Even if you DONāT have secret coursework, PLEASE DO THIS WITH YOUR CLASS SOMETIME. ITāS FUN.)
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At the start of the Great Gender Debate when someone would try to say boys and girls arenāt different and they can do whatever the other does, heād super respectively ask them if they really thought that, or if they were saying it because they thought thatās what they were supposed to say, and encouraged us being honest about how we actually felt about the difference between between boys and girls and who was better.
Then lots of super fun shouting and throwing paper at each other and making desk barricades and more yelling.
(Keep in mind, this was 1999/2000. A lot of people didnāt even have internet at home. This was a small conservative town. Being trans or nonbinary wouldnāt have even been an option we knew about.)
Then he eventually stepped back into the fray of the Great Gender Debate and made us break down our points, which he had been taking notes of, on the white board and then had us carefully and intentionally refute or discuss them one at a time. Until we had reached a real and honest consensus that actually weād been tricked into thinking gender was anything at all. Now when we said we thought neither was better than the other and being a boy or girl didnāt mean anything about what you could or couldnāt do, we fucking meant it.
One of our male classmates started wearing nail polish the next week and we told him it looked rad.
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One time it was a nice day out and even though we werenāt doing trig at that point he was like, āWanna learn something cool? Iām gonna show you how to calculate how tall something is using shadowsā and then we went outside and learned how to find out how tall things are by measuring their shadows and measuring the shadows of stuff we knew the length of, and then for fun we also independently worked out the world was round and how big it was.
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One of the times the cops were called on us it was because we were having a Hot Air Balloon making contest and people thought there were UFOs or spy planes.
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Another time we were just setting off dry ice bombs, lol.
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They changed the milk at lunch and we hated it and Mr. Robinson may have given us ideas about civil disobedience and direct action that led to the lunch room sit-in the schoolchildren ended up staging until they would switch the milk back. At the time it felt like he was being really cool, and he was, but thinking on it he may have also been using us as props to prank the administration and also give himself an afternoon off while all the administration tried to get a hundred 11-12 year olds to leave the damn cafeteria while we chanted about milk.
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We grew up in a town that was about 2% black. It was not uncommon for people living there to not know any black people at all.
One day Mr. Robinson told us we were going to be having a very important speaker come talk to us, and that he expected us to treat her with respect and deference. That she was one of the most important people we could be learning from, and we were honored to have her come to us. We all sat up, wondering who this important woman could be.
And he opened the door and it was one of the ladies who worked the front office, accepting our tardy slips and making us wait for the school nurse. A black woman, one of the only black people youād find in the school.
She then sat down with us and talked to us about the racial history of our town. Explained to us what a Sundown Town was. Explained to us the racism she experienced growing up there. Explained the mistreatment of the police.
She wasnāt even that old. It struck us all. But youāre not even old. Is this still happening? Why didnāt you leave? Did anyone help you?
It was an incredibly powerful day.
When I went home to talk to my parents about it, they had no idea about any of it, even though this was the same town they had grown up in.
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Mr. Robinson would occasionally repeat this habit of special guests were not academics, just people who had lived in our town for a while, bringing in a lunch lady or a janitor, making us talk to them, learn our townās history, learn to respect their jobs, learn manners and deference for the working class.
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One time he gave us bread, water, and ziploc bags and set us loose on the school to rub the bread on stuff, drip water on it, seal it, and watch what mold grew. The kid that got the grimiest piece of bread with the most enthusiastic mold would win.
We learned that many of the surfaces we consider the most dirty get the most regular cleaning, and so are in fact the least likely to produce mold. While many of the surfaces we eat off of and touch regularly are nasty as hell.
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Similar to the Great Gender Debate, one time he let class go wildly off course while we debated hotly for over an hour about The Lion King. I do not, for the life of me, remember the substance of this debate. I think The Little Mermaid may also have been a point of conversation? I just remember it got HEATED, and Mr. Robinson always thought these heated debates were REALLY ENTERTAINING and would quietly sit back and egg them on.
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One time he gave me detention and I cried through the whole thing thinking my parents were gonna kill me when I got home and instead when I got home my mom hugged me and told me how heād called her and said Iād been really honest and showed moral fiber in standing up for a friend and taking the detention in the first place and she was really proud of me for being a good person or whatever and idk if he actually was impressed with my actions or if he saw that I was stressed about my parentās reactions and wanted to mitigate that, but that was such a good move.
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IDK. I just have a hard time thinking of any teacher I ever had both as capable of chaotic dry amusement and completely upright righteous anger. He modeled for us what it was like to evaluate things based on merit rather than based on rules and expectations, and you felt that energy constantly.
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Plus like getting to set your hand on fire for good behavior is a way better reward than whatever dumb stickers or candies or whatever it is teachers usually use. āBehave and we will play with fireā is the BEST incentive.
i just know there was a weird little girl in the middle ages out there stealing snake's eggs and putting them in her family's chicken coop in the hope of hatching a basilisk
god i love the internet because if i said shit like this to people irl they'd probably just stare at me blankly but when i post it online everyone in the notes reacts like this
Fun fact: by just using imaginary numbers, some Evil Math, and 101 rotating vectors You Can Create a shitty approximation of a fish.
two points of view on math fish
it isn't good art unless it's itself enough to get haters, so
win
it isnāt good art
unless itās itself enough
to get haters, so
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
[lawyer voice] mothers and fuckers of the jury-
DO YOU KNOW HOW OFTEN I THINK ABOUT THIS POST??? IM IN LAW SCHOOL THIS POST IS GOING TO RUIN MY LIFE
reblog to ruin a law studentās life
oh hello youāve returned to us
You Arenāt Boring I Just Suck At Conversations Iām Sorry: a novel by me
Iām Not Ignoring You I Just Donāt Know What To Say: a sequel by me
I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Donāt Say Anything At All And Iām Really Sorry Donāt Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.
great work everyone hit the bathhouse
i get so freaked out by like. pictures of reallyĀ big rope
Iād like to say thatās normal but Iām a frayed knot
iām so fucking annoyed at this, just for that you donāt get photos of the rope
i changed my mind, this is just too horrifying not to share
itās called a HawserĀ and is the thick cable or rope used for towing/mooring a ship
in conclusion, i have nightmares beyond description
NO it would NOT be cool
well i fucken disagree
@scumrunner do you have any cursed facts about hawsers to share ?
As a fiber nerd, i am personally very enthusiastic about themā¦.
Ohhohohoho DO I EVER. Meet the āsnapback zone,ā not an area with cool hats, but instead the unintuitive range at which a hawser can kill you if it breaks under tension.
What if we kissed in the snap-back zone? š³ š³ š³
I donāt think you guys understand how much force this is, a tow rope used to move a 20 foot boat snaps under tension with enough force to dent metal, shatter glass and seriously injure anyone in its way. A Hawser on the other handā¦ Well Iāve seen a concrete pier with a chuck the size of a sedan ripped out of it by a line failure, and anecdotally, Iāve heard of a 2 ton heavy cargo forklift being skidded sideways, then knocked over. These lines snap with enough force to noticably dent the hull armor of navy ships.
This is a line designed to hold in place a moving object that can be easily in excess of 10000 tons. AND THEY CAN BREAK FROM THAT TENSION ALONE.
THESE THINGS ARE TERRIFYING RUBBER BANDS FROM HELL.
Nope Rope
NOPE ROPE
Iām once again reminded of its much smaller cousin, the haywire.
Youāve heard of the term, āGoing haywire,ā right? Ever spared a thought to why that term exists?
See, time was there was a prototype automatic hay-baler. But this was in that magic period juuust before we really got into standardized sizes. So calibration of the machine was handled manually - a mix of guessing and learning from the results of guessing. If youāve read Raising Steam by Sir Terry Pratchett you know that many people donāt get to learn from the results of their own guesses, due to being dead.
A poorly calibrated hay-baler had the mechanical strength to smush the hay into a tight bundle, wrap the wire around it, and tie that wire off to maintain the baleās form. But the pressure of the over-packed hay was a constant outward force. Each bale made by an over-tight baler was potential energy in physical form. We have a word for āpotential energy in physical formā and that word is ābomb.ā
So sometimes, a man would toss a hay bale and it would land with a twang and the man whoād been reaching down to pick it up where it landed was dead.
And that is what āhaywireā means.
oh nice. i knew hay bales occasionally spontaneously combust, didnāt know they used to have an explosion factor too
I am learning multiple things today
Normally Iād expect wet plant matter to be less likely to go up in flames, but not hay bales! Those pesky bacteria really like to party in damp conditions. And by party I mean ācreate heat.ā
I drew a Carlā¦ the guyyyy heās so funniii :)))
how do you feel about the phm headcanon that adrian is much bigger than rocky and also theyre bad as hell. Bad bitch rocky pulled by being autistic
YES i love it when adrian is way bigger than rocky uh here's my take on rocky and adrian
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ok I know everyoneās considered Ryland grace wearing an āI put the ace in spaceā t shirt but. have we considered the infinitely funnier option of putting this shirt on eva stratt
I had to draw this
reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and itās the only thing i care about right now
i think everyone needs to see this
