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[poodlelist]

I hate men, let me establish that. Misandry is a strong word, so let’s just say that men are at the bottom of my priority list; perhaps, they’re not even on the list.

Men, to me, were the most awful creatures on the planet. They are entitled, whiny, lewd, misogynistic, and all possible insulting adjectives present in the dictionary. Of course, I do know that not all men are like how I see them, but it’s the concept of being with a man that I found appalling.

Enter Dunn, a young boy who looks like your ordinary boy-next-door. A friend of mine introduced him to me and insisted that we would vibe with each other.

“I doubt,” I told her.

The moment I saw a picture of him, I immediately loathed him. The descriptions I’ve heard from his friends did not help either. I already connected his face to adjectives I had for men. His face screamed entitled, whiny, lewd, misogynistic, and all possible insulting adjectives present in the dictionary – yes, I repeated that on purpose. I did not want to associate myself with him, so I told a friend not to give him my name because he was asking for it. As if destiny wasn’t on my side, he found a way to figure out what my name was.

He started talking to me and I tried my best to be all nice and respectful. I had zero interest in him, so I would reply late. I would not greet him a good morning, neither would I engage in small conversations with him because again, I hated men and small conversations drained me.

I thought about giving him a week before I would proceed to block him, but a week passed and I was not able to even think about blocking him. Perhaps the D in his name stood for different.

He proved all my misconceptions wrong. He didn’t engage in small conversations with me, instead, we talked about philosophy, academics, family, and life. He was funny, yet his jokes were never offensive. He was a man with depth, and I found myself falling comfortable with talking about the world to him.

There was never a dull moment with him as he always seemed to know what to talk about. As we continued talking, I knew more about him. His features were sharp, but he was soft. He likes to clean, and that must be why he was able to sweep me off my feet. He loves his mother and his younger sisters more than anyone else. He is protective of the people he loves. He did not like school because he thought the system was unfair, yet he still exerts a lot of effort to excel because he wants to fulfill his mom’s dreams for him. Dunn didn’t like being complimented, but he deserved every compliment given to him. Dunn was a boy I never thought I would end up liking, but I did anyway.

“Serendipity? What is that?” he asked with a frown on his face when I told him that meeting him was serendipity.

I don’t know if he already understands what serendipity means and I still can’t gather enough courage to tell him how important he is to me because I am not as affectionate as he is, but I do know that Dunn is truly a lucky find.  

[jeanie-in-the-bottle]

Strikta Ka Ghorl?

She was indeed strikta. Wait, no. The word strikta wouldn’t even suffice to describe her entirely. She was a woman with an iron-fist. She had eyes sharper and fiercer than the lion and tiger combined. It was a pure dictatorship under her reign. If Kim Jong-un could’ve met her in person, I’m more than 100% sure that he would leave North Korea unto her hands. 

Wondering who this woman is? She is no other than Mrs. Emmaliza. 

Mrs. Emmaliza is a woman like no other. She was my class adviser back when I was in Grade 1. Her personality is the total opposite of what a grade school adviser should possess. A grade school adviser is someone you would imagine with a kind smile, gentle hands, and bubbly attitude. To Mrs. Emmaliza, however, she was different. Her imperturbable composure, straight face, and her legendary bamboo stick will greet you upon entering the classroom. I would never forget that some of my classmates would wet their pants and skirts as they shake in fear even at the slightest sight of her. I was once a victim of this fear (I didn’t wet my skirt, though.). She was everyone’s nightmare. 

Or so we thought. 

My brother was also a student under Mrs. Emmaliza. I asked him about his impressions about her and what was his experience like having her as an adviser. His answers were almost the same as what I thought they would be. He told me it was tough being under her regime. He tried being scolded so bad that he was told to sit on the air for an hour. He was told to write “I promise to do my homework” several pages back-to-back of a crosswise paper. It was like Martial Law. As soon as he moved up to Grade 2, he never appreciated freedom like ever before. 

All of these things were true. When I started having my classes with her as my adviser, I was able to experience the same as what my brother had. She was indeed fierce, stern, and relentless. However, I later found out that it was all a misconception, misinterpretation, and misunderstanding. She might be the teacher you thanked you never had, but if you were given the chance to get to know her enough, you would think otherwise. It was all for love. Her actions were the reaction of her deep passion for teaching. Her strict personality and approach became a gateway for discipline. Despite her iron-fist personality, she was actually merciful, concerned, and caring. Sadly, it was often overlooked. 

I thank God for the existence of Mrs. Emmaliza. I thank God that until up to this moment, she continues to leave her marks on students. If you would ask me if I wished she was a bit kinder? Thanks, but no thanks. 

[kyliewritingcrafts]

Profile Writing (Final Draft)

If you’ve ever walked through the halls of Somerset High School in Wisconsin, you’ve probably seen a lot of PDA. There are many couples at Somerset High School; most of them engage in this PDA epidemic like fanatics who can’t let go of each other between classes. They display absolutely no class or dignity between kisses and hugs, grossing most of the students out as they try to weave around them to get to their next class.

Kara Sutherland and Wolfgang Ashton are not like this. They are not hungry for PDA in the hallways of Somerset, like many couples. They are a legitimate and true couple, most likely to last the terrible odds of a high school couple. Kara and Wolfgang are the cutest couple in Somerset; they are the high school sweethearts in life.

Wolfgang and Kara met on the bus, of all places. It wasn’t love at first sight.

"I don’t believe in love at first sight," Kara explains. "It was not love at first sight."

The story goes that they rode the bus together for a very long time, almost forever in their minds. They never talked to each other because Kara’s friend had a grudge against Wolfgang, holding them away from each other. One day, Kara stole Wolfgang’s pineapple juice, and the rest was history.

Just by interviewing each of them, you can tell they are in love. When asked how to describe each other, they gave very genuine answers.

"She’s indescribable," Wolfgang replied to the question, smiling.

"He’s funny, he makes me laugh. He’s a cheesy romantic but he’s caring," She told me, also smiling. The genuine feelings for each other are obviously strong in their relationship. They were also asked if they think they’re each others half.

"He is," Kara responded. "He would agree." 

"I love her with all my heart," Wolfgang told me. "She’s adorable, loveable, perfect."

"We call each other babehh. Like baby, but with a weird accent. Babehh! Babehh!" Kara exclaimed when asked if they had nicknames for each other, a vital for a lasting relationship. She was also asked to sum him up in three words. Her response? "He’s a keeper!"

 They have good plans for the future, as well.

"After he figures it out, he’ll wait for me. We’ll go away and live our life, but we will eventually come back, I believe. We’ll just go with the flow," was Kara’s response.

Kara and Wolfgang have a lot of supporters in their relationship. Some of Kara’s best friends, Sam Waalen and Paityn Deal, had a lot to say about their relationship.

"I support their relationship one hundred percent," Paityn said. "A relationship is for two people and any others who interfere can hit the road."

"I obviously support them," Sam said. "They shouldn’t listen to the negative."

Looking at all this evidence, it is obvious that Kara and Wolfgang are meant for each other. Kara herself even says they are each others second half.

Paityn butts in, “I’m her maid of honor when they get married and they have to name their first child after me!”

I also added, “Since I’m writing this profile on you, you’ll name your second child after me, right?”

Kara responds, “Yes, and we’ll have the profile hung above our bed and our children with know that Aunt Kylie wrote it.”

If you don’t believe that this is true love, open your eyes and see. Kara and Wolfgang will stand the test of time through struggles and happiness, but they are meant to be. They are the cutest couple at Somerset.

(Kara and Wolfgang's relationship is now ceased but while they were together, their relationship was long lasting and cute.)

[lucifersfurby-blog]

Fuck So if I can't find an Iranian girl in Houma or thib. Then i might have to go with option b Option b is now the last option i want to head in to right now. But it might unfortunately be the only interesting one.

[orbmanson7]

so...finally getting to the last essay in my english comp class...

I asked the teacher if I could do mine over a fictional character. She said no. I asked if she could give me a reason why I couldn't. She said no. I pointed out that the descriptions in the book match a fictional character. She said "but you can't observe them".

...

Do you KNOW how many times I've seen The Lorax? I'm fairly certain I have definitely OBSERVED The Once-ler. I've definitely taken in his whole character. Who he is. Why he is who he is. His background. His family. His dreams. His desires. His goals. His successes and his failures. I know EVERYTHING.

In fact, it's much more likely that you can learn more about a fictional character than a real person. Because the creator of that character likely wrote out their background story. Their family history. You may even be able to know their entire life's timeline. 

But you just want me to write another essay that is so boring, it's not even worth reading. Like my last one...about the stop sign. 

I refuse to write anymore BORING essays. My life is boring enough!

If I can't write my profile essay about a fictional character, then what do I write it about? It's apparently supposed to be something I observe. Something I observe before next Monday. The only thing I'll be doing between NOW and next Monday will be...working, going to school on Wednesday, working...maybe visiting my fiance in Creston (but maybe not)... But nothing interesting. Nothing that I could write about and have it knock the socks off of that stupid teacher so that she'll finally see how serious I am about writing!

...I've got nothing. Any suggestions?