#queenofattolia

[lady-arryn]

EMMA (2020) costume appreciation: 5/∞ (costume design by Alexandra Byrne)

[stemelwithme]

if you are still taking frank pov requests: i am adoring the hardcore loserly pining we're getting in wise mind, but i would also be very interested in something earlier in frank's emotional arc, like when he first starts to be very drawn to mel or when he first realizes how into her he is!

[love this prompt, got carried away, oops - set during ch 1 of EC - 4.6k]

Frank’s really nervous about co-teaching.

He’s not entirely new to it. He remembers his time with his cooperating teacher during his student teaching placements and he co-taught with Donnie during his first year, but he was basically a completely different person then: a newlywed, a new parent, new to Pittsburgh with a fully functional back. Still in love with Abby; still loved by her for every part of himself. 

(He hopes. He doesn’t think she was lying about that, at least.)

There’s a lot making him nervous about coming back to PTMHS. He and Leanne talked for a long time about whether he should move to a different school, spend some time outside of the classroom, switch out of education entirely, but Frank’s always loved a challenge and hated ending things. Besides, it felt like there was something calling him back to the Pitt.

Not to be too dramatic, but he’s starting to wonder if that was Mel King.

He remembers her from his last day, of course, before everything exploded in his face: how bright her smile was, both before and after the most boring meetings in the world; how shocked she looked when he included her in his side comments or explained something to her, like she had never expected that someone would think of or remember her; how excited she was to explain some minutiae of IEPs during the department meeting that went over almost everyone else’s head; how she trailed off into a quiet “um, sorry” when she realized that her comment wasn’t landing; how something about her silence after that made him want to hug her against his chest and stop anyone else from saying anything mean to her, since it looked like she was bracing herself for everyone to basically open fire on her.

He can’t pretend he wasn’t annoyed when he saw that he was slated for not one, but two co-taught sections of Chemistry and one section of Honors, meaning he’lll have three different lessons to prep each day—AP, Honors, and regular Chem all move differently enough that he’ll have different worksheets and tests and everything—and hey, technically it’s a contract violation to stick him with this many preps. He could try to file a grievance demanding they show they did “everything possible” to keep the number down, but not even he’s enough of an idiot to try to file a grievance on his first week back. 

(That said...imagine Robby’s fucking face if he did that. It might be worth it?)

(On the other hand, imagine Leanne’s face. Damn.)

Anyway, he was annoyed to have the schedule that he has and, if he’s being fully honest, which he’s trying to practice but boy is it hard, he was even a little annoyed that he would have to share his classroom with her. She seems like the type to hate the piles of papers that somehow accumulate and multiply throughout the year. He can already imagine how bad he’ll feel if he’s doing something that stresses her out, but he genuinely has no idea how to stop the paper piles from reproducing around the room. 

He was mostly annoyed because he felt like Robby was telling him that he didn’t trust him to be able to teach on his own, that he needed somebody else watching him, but he let go of that pretty immediately, when it became clear that nobody was checking in with Mel about how she’s doing, let alone how her co-teacher is doing.

He mostly loves having a therapist who worked in education for so long—even if it also freaks him out a little, that Leanne could have been such a great teacher for years and then burnt out enough to need to switch careers and then be a therapist for long enough to also be a great therapist—because it often feels like Leanne just gets things about being a teacher that he doesn’t have words for: how the bell schedule keeps him moving with purpose instead of going in circles in his head; how the variety of tasks he always needs to do helps him stay focused, because he can bounce to something new when he starts fading; how he can be having a terrible morning and feel completely empty but somehow perk right the fuck up the second a student appears, like his brain and body are reset by their mere presence or, more likely, the way they expect him to be a competent, functional adult or, as Leanne put it, their “implicit trust” that he knows what to do next.

The hard part of having a therapist who gets it is that she gets it. She asks questions that get to the heart of his anxieties and unearth truths he doesn’t want to face. And this is all before she’s even met with him during the actual school year, Jesus.

In their last session before professional development was going to start, Leanne asked him what he usually said his why was, the dreaded, cliche question that admin and teacher prep programs and leaders from the district—basically, the people he has to interact with who don’t, themselves, teach kids—always invoke during trite presentations, especially during week 0: What is your why? What brought you to the classroom, and what keeps you there?

Before he could even shoot her an unimpressed look, Leanne had emphasized that she wanted to know what he said his why was, not whatever it was that actually drove him.

“The kids,” Frank sighed, crossing his arms. He felt a little like his body had already been transported to PTMHS’s dimly lit auditorium, that he was struggling to stay awake as Gloria drones on about grit and perseverance and whatever metaphor she’s chosen this year, that McKay or Collins (or Mel, that one day) would be glaring at him to stop making smartass comments under his breath. 

Leanne stared at him, knowing that he’d never get away with just having a two-word answer. His grad program made him write a fucking page about it.

“I want all kids to have the kinds of opportunities to experience curiosity and wonder like I did,” Frank droned. “I was lucky to have teachers like Mr. Barge, who gave up his lunch periods to help me and Tyler make a history club, or Ms. Christianson, who stayed on my ass in middle school science. Every student deserves to have teachers who see their potential and care about them as people and want them to learn.”

“It’s funny to me that you say that like you’re reciting from the world’s most boring car manual, but I have heard you say similar things with your whole heart before,” Leanne observed. Frank shrugged.

“I mean, what does my why even matter? They just care if I’m there or, if I’m not, that I let them know before 5am and left sub work.”

Leanne frowned. “I don’t think you actually believe that. You said you only took one or two days off a year, and those were mostly for Tanner and Penny?”

And Abby fucking hated me for that, Frank didn’t say, even though he’s more and more aware of how much he sucked as a partner to her.

“I don’t think you would hold yourself to such a high standard if you didn’t think your presence and attention and care mattered.” Frank shrugged again, then wondered why he was acting so much like a middle schooler. 

Use your words, Frankie, Charlie’s voice said in the back of his head, which almost made him flinch. It’ll take a while for him and Charlie to find their footing again after the way he pushed her away and iced her out for so long, certain that she’d be able to see that something was wrong when he didn’t want to admit it.

(And what does it tell you that you thought Charlie would see something that the wife who you no longer shared a bedroom with didn’t? Leanne had asked in one of their first sessions, when Frank was still pissed that Abby wasn’t even willing to try to make it work. It shut him up pretty effectively.)

“I mean, I’m a good teacher,” Frank said out loud. “It’s, like, the only thing I’m definitely good at.” He winced. “Don’t read into that too much.” Leanne was already writing something down. Damn. “I think that part of me just feels so jaded about other teachers? And hearing them spout bullshit about their whys, when I know they’re doing the bare fucking minimum and that kids either hate them because they suck or love them because they don’t push them at all is so infuriating.”

Leanne hummed thoughtfully. 

“You’ve mentioned that before, how much you hate hearing other teachers talk about teaching.”

“Yeah, because other teachers are annoying,” Frank huffed.

During his second student teaching placement, when Frank was writing that stupid fucking essay about his why, he’d done some informal surveys of the teachers on the 8th grade team about their why. (Middle school. Never again.) The 8th grade team was small and therefore pretty close, just one teacher per subject area and the ESL and special education teachers who pushed in to support during different blocks of time, and Frank got along with most of them. (His cooperating teacher, Ms. Phillips, was fine. Just fine.)

“What is your why?” Frank asked each of them, actually taking notes in his little notebook like a fuckin’ reporter or something. “Or, what do you think keeps you coming back in a field with so much burnout?”

It blew his mind when all of them except one talked mostly about their colleagues.

“Probably the people I work with, at this point,” Ms. Wilson said, collecting her copies from the machine and looking faintly disinterested, which Frank felt was totally justified. “I like working in a place with people I get along with so well, who I feel like care about me. We have fun.”

“My co-workers,” Ms. James answered immediately, grabbing her lunch out of the staff fridge. “I’ve worked at some terrible schools, and even there, it was all about the family we made. I love these people.”

“Oh, definitely working with the team,” Ms. Phillips said, hanging chart paper on the wall for the gallery walk they were doing that afternoon. “I like how they have my back and we can ask each other for help.”

And that was all well and good, but also, what the fuck? How were none of them talking about the fucking students?

“I love it when you explain something to a kid, and you can see the moment that it finally clicks,” Ms. Reyes said, gaze unfocused, like she was picturing the moment that Amiya’h or Heaven stopped complaining and started writing. “Especially when it’s a kid who almost doesn’t want to get it, like they think you’re dumb and school is dumb and they’re too cool to be here, but then they hear something that even they can’t pretend isn’t cool as hell.”

That landed for Frank, especially since it made him feel a little less crazy, that there were other teachers who actually felt more energized from working with kids than working with adults. (Adults are usually more draining, aren’t they? Frank thought that was, like, the biggest advantage of being a teacher: not having to work with other adults most of the time.)

“Something I’d like you to keep in mind as you return to PTMHS,” Leanne started, and Frank straightened up a little, always happy to have a clear direction, “is that there are certainly other teachers in the building, even in your department, who share your views and skills and care. How can you view those teachers as potential allies, not just as obstacles to bypass? What can you get out of each PD session, even when it’s painfully boring?”

Frank couldn’t stop himself from snorting at that. Painfully boring was an understatement, most of the time.

Still, Frank wouldn’t be Frank if he wasn’t trying to get an A in therapy, especially now that he’s able to sleep and therefore remember multiple things at once, so he tried to keep Leanne’s words in mind as he stepped back into PTMHS for week 0, despite the overwhelming skepticism he felt. He made a point of sitting in the auditorium next to Cassie, who looked genuinely happy to see him, despite his random texts over the past year checking in on the Pitt (and Mel). They ate lunch together and he patiently listened to her stories about Harrison, which were, admittedly, pretty funny. He thinks Harrison and Tanner might have a fair amount in common. He avoided Santos, since that seems best for everyone right now.

By the end of Tuesday, he feels a little like he’s just trailing behind Mel King like a puppy, though.

He’s actually worried he’s coming on a little too strong, staring at the slide she added for day 1 and responding to her comments immediately, even though it’s late and he should either be doing other things or pretending not to just be sitting and waiting for her to respond. It’s not something he’s ever felt before about a colleague. To the contrary, he’s gotten in trouble before for not responding to emails and not signing cards and never, ever going to Kenny’s. But there’s just something about Mel that has him on the edge of his seat, all the time, like he wants to be able to answer her next question before she even asks it.

Leanne’s going to be delighted to hear about Mel King. Really, Frank thinks more people should be delighted about Mel King. She’s pretty fundamentally delightful.

He’d wondered at first if some part of him was subconsciously viewing her as a student and the teacher part of him was responding, eager to help explain things to somebody who seemed a little lost, but any fear of that is firmly dispelled when they meet Mrs. Swedeen.

Frank’s heading to the bathroom, midway through hanging up some fairy lights in the room—which sounds easy but is taking forfuckingever—when a middle-aged white lady accosts him. He knows that families and students are in the building today for registration, but that’s only supposed to be in the main office hall and the first floor gym, isn’t it?

“Are you Mr. Langdon?” the woman asks, holding a thick folder with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yes, ma’am,” Frank replies, a little wary. “How can I help you?”

“I’m Mrs. Swedeen,” she says, holding out a hand for what turns out to be a very firm handshake. Frank isn’t sure if he’s supposed to know her, so he tries to keep up his polite smile. Her expression slips a little, anxiety setting in. “Terrance’s mom?”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Swedeen. I can’t wait to meet Terrance next week. I’m actually—”

“Terrance has an IEP for Autism, and I want to make sure you’ve seen it and reviewed his file,” she interjects, holding the folder out to him. 

Frank suppresses a sigh. He really, genuinely appreciates the parents who advocate for their kids, and he can only imagine how difficult it’s been, getting to this point, but come on. They have all of that in the system. He’s teaching 112 students this year, plus his advisory. Does she really think he can just take folders like this from all their parents? Besides, he’s confident Mel already has some organizational approach to all of this, though they haven’t had a chance to actually go through their rosters together yet. 

“I’m so glad Terrance has you looking out for him like this,” Frank says, hoping to soften the blow of how he’s going to try to end this conversation as soon as possible, folder firmly in her hands. “I’m not sure if you know, but Terrance’s class will actually be co-taught, and my co-teacher, Ms. King, and I are carefully reviewing all students’ accommodations this week.”

Shit, what if Terrance is in AP or Honors? Frank really hasn’t had time to look through his rosters yet.

“Yes, he has co-taught minutes in his IEP.” One conversational bullet dodged. “But I know teachers don’t always look over the paperwork, so here—”

“I’m sure all of that will already be in the system,” Frank says, feeling increasingly annoyed. “And if it’s not, then you should make sure that the new case manager, Ms. Al-Hashimi, has it—”

“Ms. Al-Hashimi has it. I just spoke with her.”

Frank nods, fighting to keep up the polite smile. “That’s great! So we can see all of that online, which is easier than having hard copies of confidential information about students—”

“I just want to make sure you have all of it,” she interrupts. “Everything is documented in here, so you should just take it to make sure you have it all down.”

“Ma’am, I appreciate that you’re looking out for your son, but we already have his paperwork in the system, so it’s really not necessary.” Frank’s trying so hard not to sound as annoyed as he feels, and yet. He looks down the hall, hoping to find a reason to end the conversation, and lights up when he sees Mel rounding the corner. “In fact, here’s the co-teacher I mentioned! Ms. King is on top of it, don’t you worry.”

Mel closes the gap between them with a slight bounce to her step. She shoots him a surprised look undercut with a hint of anxiety, like she might not be on top of it, but he knows she’s got this. 

“Hi!” Mel greets with a cheerful wave. “What am I on top of?”

Frank coughs, mind going somewhere it definitely shouldn’t go about a colleague, particularly in front of a parent, and he clears his throat, trying to forget that ever happened. He’s about to stammer out something dumb, probably, but Mrs. Swedeen gets there first.

“Hi, I’m Mrs. Swedeen.” She extends her hand towards Mel, who has to shuffle the mountain of things in her arms to shake it. “I was just dropping off some paperwork with Mr. Langdon–”

“–paperwork that we already have in the system,” Frank finishes, rocking on his heels. Mel raises her eyebrows at him, looking a little judgmental, and focuses on Mrs. Swedeen. 

Frank gets the message: don’t be an asshole. Easier said than done, unfortunately.

“You must be Terrance’s mom!” Mel beams. 

Wait. What the fuck? 

“I was just reading his IEP earlier. I’ve never taught somebody interested in playing professional table tennis before! I didn’t even know there was professional table tennis!”

When did Mel have time to read IEPs this week? When did she have time to learn students’ names? 

It bears repeating: What the fuck?

Mrs. Swedeen nods brightly at Mel, shoulders inching down. Damn, two seconds with Mel and she already looks chiller.

“Terrance is signed up for a few tournaments already, so he’s going to miss school on October 26th and November 9th. I brought the registration forms to show the main office, since Terrance is anxious about having an unexcused absence.”

Frank shoots Mel an incredulous look—oh, Terrance is anxious, is he?—but she frowns at him and turns back to Mrs. Swedeen.

“That’s amazing! I hope it goes well, and I’d love to see any videos of it. Maybe he can teach me how to play.” Mrs. Sweden nods again, clearly eager to continue talking about table tennis, but Mel jumps back in. “What were the documents you brought for Mr. Langdon?”

“I brought a copy of his IEP, the psychologist’s report from his most recent evaluation, the neuropsychological report we got when he was first diagnosed—” 

As she talks, Mrs. Sweeden opens the manilla folder and flips through the papers, a mixture of stapled packets and single pages.

“All of which is already in SSM, and she says she just met with Ms. Al-Hashimi,” Frank mutters, crossing his arms. Mel darts a look at him before fixing her gaze on Mrs. Swedeen. Aw, he didn’t even think that was that rude!

“Thank you for making sure we’re all on the same page about Terrance’s needs,” Mel says, smiling at Mrs. Sweeden. 

Mel juggles the pile she’s holding– laptop, clipboard, two folders, an unopened package of Post Its–to get the clipboard on top. Frank reaches out, like he can somehow help, but drops his hands when he realizes he’s too late. Oops. She flips through the papers on the clipboard and stops on a page with a table. 

“As Mr. Langdon mentioned, we have access to Terrance’s current IEP in the system, as well as past reports. I added his accommodations to the matrix we have for his class, so we can both see it quickly during instruction and make sure we’re doing everything the team decided. Are there any accommodations you wanted to discuss?”

As Mel talks, Mrs. Swedeen slowly closes her folder and hugs it to her chest. She blinks at the ceiling for a long moment before shaking her head and smiling at Mel.

“No, they’re all pretty straightforward. He does get embarrassed about having extra time to transition to class, but he also gets overwhelmed by the noise in the hall, so he usually needs it.”

“That makes a lot of sense. Thanks for letting us know,” Mel says, adding a note to the bottom of her page. “We do have him first period, so he’ll be welcome to come into the room a little early if he needs to?”

“Oh, that shouldn’t be an issue. He likes coming in early, but he has a nook he studies in until the early bell, and he says that the halls aren’t too bad then.”

It’s nice to hear from a parent who has such a strong understanding of their kid, especially now that they’re not at cross purposes, but Frank’s transfixed by Mel. And yes, he’s aware that he’s basically just staring at her, but he doesn’t know who wouldn’t. 

When the fuck did she have time to not only read IEPs, but make fucking matrices of their classes? Holy shit. He needs to step up his game. 

Mel glances at him and then back to Mrs. Swedeen, so he follows her lead. Mrs. Swedeen is smiling at Mel, folder still hugged to her chest and looking much more relaxed than she had at any point in Frank’s conversation with her before Mel arrived.

“Well, Mr. Langdon and I still need to get our classroom ready, so we should probably head—”

“Of course!” Mrs. Swedeen nods again, as though she was confirming something to herself. “It was great to meet you, Ms. King. I’m sure Terrance is going to learn so much in your class.”

Frank doesn’t even feel bad that Mrs. Swedeen is basically ignoring him at this point. He would, too, if he were her and had the option to talk to Mel instead of him. Mel bobbles her head, an awkward side-to-side motion that Frank finds inordinately charming, and smiles again. 

“That’s the goal!”

Frank finds himself staring at Mel again, but he doesn’t really know how to stop. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Mrs. Swedeen wave and start to turn away, fishing around in her bag and emerging with a phone in hand, which Mel is watching with rapt attention. When Mel looks up and catches him staring at her, he makes himself look back to Mrs. Swedeen, trying to leave things with her on a positive note.

“Thanks for stopping by. We look forward to meeting Terrance Monday and then seeing you again at Back to School Night next month.”

“September 22nd,” Mrs. Swedeen says immediately. Frank chuckles.

“I’ll take your word for it.” 

With a final wave, Mrs. Swedeen disappears around the corner Mel came from. Frank’s already looking at Mel again, fascinated. They start talking at the same time.

“Do you know if there’s a laminator somewhere that teachers can use?”

“How’d you do that?”

Mel blinks.

“Do what?”

“Talk to her!” Frank shakes his head and clasps his hands behind his neck, overwhelmed but not really sure why. Mel averts her gaze again, clearly processing his question. She looks confused.

“I listened?” 

“Funny,” Frank chuckles. She looks confused. “No, you... you unlocked something. I wasn't getting anywhere with her. She’d been trying to give me that folder for, like, five minutes before you showed up, but she dropped it after talking to you for 30 seconds.”

“Oh!” Mel scrunches up her nose, not unlike a bunny. It’s cute. Which isn’t the kind of thing Frank should be thinking about his co-teacher, yikes. “Well, my sister is on the spectrum, and I remember how nervous my mom always was about new school years, especially since some teachers don’t even look at IEPs, so I... I don't know.” She shuffles the things in her hands. “It just takes a different approach.”

Frank nods, still staring at her. She’s so good at all of this. God, he doesn’t want to let her down. He notices that her braid is caught under her school lanyard, and he fights the urge to reach out and fix it. How is the same lanyard they’re all given so charming on her? She probably has a little system for where she keeps it, in her backpack or a hook on the wall by her door at home, and Frank has a sudden, desperate urge to ask about it.

He chews on his lip for a second to make sure he won’t say something insane. 

“Are you and your sister close?” 

Mel’s face goes through about twelve expressions in a second, and he wishes he could get a slo-mo replay to decode them all. She ends on a small smile, and he’s reminded again of the way she seemed to shut down her feelings when he offered to help with the group chat. He wants to know everything she’s thinking and feeling, which is...a lot. He’s pretty sure that’s not what co-teachers usually do.

“Yeah, we’re best friends.” She sways a little, side to side, like she’s too excited to stay in one place. “There was this one time we were on the swing–”

“Hold that thought,” Frank interrupts, hating himself for cutting her off, but also becoming suddenly aware that he urgently needs the bathroom, which was his original goal when he left their classroom, however long ago. “I’ve got to hit the head. I’ll see you back in the classroom, ok?”

Mel nods, deflating a little, and Frank commits himself to just repeating sister, swings, sister, swings in his head for the entirety of his bathroom break so he can ask her to finish the story when he gets back. He gets a few steps down the hall before realizing that she asked him a question earlier that he never answered.

He turns around, walking backwards as he calls back to her, “And yes, the World Language department has a laminator in their office that they’ll let you use for the low price of awkward small talk, probably a few cat pics. I can show you where it is later, if you don’t already know..”

Mel grins at him, bright and unabashed, and Frank feels a little like he could fly right now, if he wanted to, but why would he want to go farther away from her? Nope, that’s too much. Reel it in, Langdon.

God, he hopes he can be a good co-teacher for her.

At the very least, he’s pretty sure he’s going to get an A on his therapy homework for the week, because he definitely doesn’t think Mel King is anything like an obstacle.

[slowburnlover]

no, the u.s. does not teach geography in most places, unfortunately. now, every single state has different laws about what you have to teach, and then many curriculum decisions are made at the local/municipal/county level (not to mention homeschooling and private schooling creating another level of variation), so there are always exceptions and SO MUCH of what specific kind of education you got/get depends on your exact geographic location (your region, your state, your city or county, and then--within the school district you were in--which specific school you went to because school budgets are linked to property taxes in most places so the schools in nice neighborhoods always have more resources). and i grew up in a red state and all of my cousins (whose educations i know best after my own) also grew up in red states, mostly in the south.

but in general geography isn't a priority. when you're in elementary and middle school, the area of study is called "social studies" and this is supposed to combine history, civics, and geography (and possibly other social sciences) which is actually a great idea in theory, but there is VERY little world history when you're that age. most of it is u.s. and state history--one year you'll do u.s. history, the next you'll focus on your state, etc. and in most places, instead of building on things slowly, you do the same big things (maybe a unit on native people, colonialism, the revolutionary war, the civil war) over and over again at different age levels. world history and dedicated geography of any kind aren't really available for most students until high school and even then it's often an elective--you could take something else instead.

this is in addition to the fact that only within the last twenty years or so are most school districts even starting to think about the importance of foreign language learning at a young level. i wasn't required to take a foreign language until high school, and then the options were limited (spanish, french, and one latin class that was only still offered because an older teacher loved to teach latin and people thought it would help with a.c.t. scores--i doubt it's still offered at the school i went to). now, i did go to a smaller high school with more limited offerings, and i'm sure if you go to a big school in a big district, especially in a big city, you might have more language options. but foreign language acquisition was not a priority when i was coming up in the 90s, nor was it when my younger cousins were in school in the 2000s.

nowadays, there are lots more language immersion elementary and middle schools (especially spanish language ones) not to make students who speak spanish as a first language more comfortable but to teach white kids to speak spanish because everyone knows it's good for the brain now to learn another language when you're very young. okay, and also because a lot of people in education really are progressive and want kids to remember that the u.s. isn't the only country in the world.

but teaching students about the realities of the rest of the world just wasn't a big priority in u.s. schools when i was a kid and i doubt it is now in most places. almost all the world history i learned, i learned from historical fiction i read on my own. so i know quite a lot, but that's because i was a voracious reader who was always looking for stories about people from places other than the contemporary u.s. and then after high school i discovered that nonfiction could be awesome, actually, at least if it's about history! i don't think very many people have that trajectory.

i think the thing to remember is that in addition to just general usamerican exceptionalism (which truly cannot be understated), the things we teach and how we teach it are very much still influenced by suppositions and standards that were shaped by cold war attitudes where the whole point of education was to prepare u.s. kids to grow up and beat the soviets. from the 1940s through at least the late 80s, politicians were very, very explicit about the purpose of education being to create good patriots and good future workers to make the u.s. prosperous and strong and defeat worldwide communism. this faded out of explicit rhetoric for most people from the "the end of history" 90s through the 2010s, but it's coming up again with the moral panics over things like critical race theory, low birth rates, and the rise of china.

when i was a kid, even in my very middle class environment, there was little or no expectation that when you grow up, you might visit other countries. most usamericans have never had a passport. what did you need to learn about the rest of the world for? it has no affect on you. the u.s. shapes the world, not the other way around. (i genuinely wonder how many u.s.americans knew where afghanistan was before 9/11. the ones who did probably only knew because of our other gulf wars in the 90s.)

i am overstating somewhat. the intensity of this varied from place to place and was certainly much stronger in poorer/more southern/more rural/more religious areas. but the u.s. education system, which can be very good in some specific areas (STEM stuff, mostly), is incredibly lacking in other ways. ways that are just embarrassing. from the many states that still teach abstinence-only sex education to the ones that never teach students how taxes work or have them learn a non-english language.

and don't even GET ME STARTED on what the "no child left behind" policy has done to education. the focus is teaching to the test (the a.c.t. or s.a.t.), college admission rates, and on containing behavioral problems that are caused by other systems (racism, mass incarceration, and poverty in particular). and then there's the way that rightwing reactionaries have presented teachers' unions as the enemy and have made the relationship between parents and teachers a combative one in many cases. school budgets have been shrinking and shrinking and shrinking. there's also the increasing power of rightwing christians who think that education exists only for indoctrination and are convinced it should be THEIR indoctrination. i think it's safe to say that the u.s. social system does not care very much about education in general, and i feel VERY safe saying that the system doesn't care about producing good global citizens.

the sucky part is: we have many incredible, dedicated, knowledgeable teachers. but they are hamstrung by so much stupidity, political/religious intervention, and lack of resources.

(This is in regards to a post about time zones/hemispheres and my bafflement in the tags about how the USA does not teach geography)

This ask opened my eyes about how the USA is self-centric to levels I did NOT clock until now! It explains a LOT about some american's behaviors - so the country really TEACHES (at least to some level) its citizens to be self-centered and to believe the USA is the best in every aspect. I'm still baffled.

I believe many of your points about current education is not exclusive to the USA - brazilian public educational system is great on paper (technically), we have a solid national core curriculum, but we are also very understaffed and underfunded, specially in the poorer regions. And the rise of evangelic/protestant denominations in the last decade is also hindering many efforts we had about mking education more inclusive (in sexual health and gender studies specially).

In most of the country, the private vs public gap in education is astounding! In fact, the billionaire private educational sector here grew in response to the decaying quality of the public system (and to separate the rich from the poor, of course). It's very common to have lower middle class families paying so their children can go to private schools (that range from ok-ish to very very good). My case included - when I was graduating from (public) pre-school, my teacher called my parents and advised them to try to get me into one of two of the best elementary schools in the city, and if not possible, to try to send me to a private one. I couldn't get into the good public schools - in one you had to be picked in a draw and in the other you had to live closer to it. Growing up beside my cousins, who all went to public school (despite my aunts and uncles having the means to send them to private ones if they really wanted), the difference was baffling - one of my cousins didnt have a proper math teacher for a whole year in high school, just substitute ones not trained to teach math. My educational setting gave me the confidence to pursue a competitive degree many students from public schools would not feel qualified enough to even try. I had the opportunity to thank that teacher for talking to my parents after I got into medical school and we both cried! Teachers really are angels.

Again about geography - it's such a core discipline, how did you guys decided to just scrap it off?? I don't know if this is just a brazilian thing, because the country is deeply miscegenated, but we learn about so many countries and cultures since so very young! Also the physical aspect of geography (that I always hated and sucked at it) - I remember being very young and being lectured about meridians and parallels, time zones, land topography, how the Earth movements affect the seasons in the hemispheres, etc.

This talk prompted me to look at what the hell I was learning in geography in elementary school, and thanks to my mom who still hoards my school quizzes like I am going to need to prove any day about really knowing this stuff, I could get some examples! Circa 2004/2005 (second and third grade):

Land topography and cardinal directions, specifically

My handwriting didnt improve much since then, tbh

I would love to hear more about teacher's opinions on this topic! I know the pitt fandom has a bunch of them

[harrietvane]

i could NOT agree more tht wesley is only interesting when he's with lilah.

See, the thing is, the MOST interesting Wesley ever has been in Angel the Series is '...I'll take away your bucket.'. That's just facts. High point of Wesley Wyndham-Pryce right there. And that's the sort of behaviour that's intricately tied into the arc when he was off on his own, in parallel with seeing Lilah. It's very Gone Girl speech re: 'the only time you ever liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this c*nt might like', you know? [excuse the asterisk, I can't predict what this site will and won't refuse to post or hide from your dash lol]

The thing with Wesley as a character is, most of the time before Lilah and after Lilah, he suffers from 'I'm a Good Person Syndrome'. He THINKS he's a good person, ergo everything he does must already be good, and conversely, everyone he sees as an antagonist is (logically of course!), bad. This would be interesting, except unfortch the show's omniscient viewpoint SHARES that view. Wesley is a super special and polite boy who's smarter and nicer and cleverer than everyone, but no-one respects him, which is very unfair on this special widdle man, because he's SO charming, and he's British (which is very delightful in this context apparently) and he's SO right all the time, and he NEVER gets what he wants. Don't you just FEEL for him? Don't you just EMPATHISE? His personal goodness is also somehow inversely proportional to his sufferings: the inherent badness of his persecutors (the world's opinion of him, his father, demonic villains) - they are so obviously bad, and he's suffering from them, therefore he MUST, logically, be a good person. All he has to do is wake up in the morning and he's already sooooo special and good, job done. Having to enter into this viewpoint for the narrative to make sense is one of the major drags of a lot of his plots.

And then. AND THEN. for a brief arc, he let all that go! and it was GLORIOUS. Because it wasn't an 'oh I'm evil now' arc like Faith had, or a sudden/temporary turn like Angel/Angelus, where they twirl their little evil moustaches and get their evil leather pants out and go nuts with the eyeliner, where afterwards they have an Evil Hangover when they turn good again and have to go on a redemption binge/fast cycle. Oh no, Wesley took a much more simple approach: he just sort of forgot to hate himself for a bit*, and became suddenly a PERSON and I was RIVETED. He kept someone strategically-important to the plot chained in a closet! He told Lilah exactly what he thought of her, as he was thinking it, without reservation to how that made him look! He stopped trying to appear clever, and was just smart. He was the most effective demon-hunting investigator he's EVER BEEN, because he spent all his time just getting the job done, instead of 40% of his (and the show's and my attention's) energy setting up how lovely and put-upon and polite and British and hard-done-by he was. Anyway, it was great while it lasted.

(*I stole this from The Long Kiss Goodnight, 1996, where Samuel L Jackson's character accuses the extremely awesome Gina Davis' character of this when she gets amnesia and briefly becomes a functional human being, instead of a badass-spy-violent-unpredictable-disaster-person. It's a work of immortal genius, obviously)

[meganwhalenturner]

Return of the Thief will be released on October 10, 2024 and there will be TWO matched sets of all six books! Wahooo!

[musing-and-music]

Sooooo many of my problems with Robby would go poof if he was just another attending. He would feel so much less pressure and would probably take that out on his coworkers less. Like, I don't think he would immediately become a nurturing mentor to Samira or whatever, but I bet the intensity would lessen. He's clearly a very good doctor to his patients, and most of my problems with him relate to how he treats the residents and medical students. I can't help thinking he would be happier and healthier if he could just be a doctor. And Baran clearly has much more respect for bureaucracy and navigating it--she's the kind of person who understands all the "stakeholders" (I hate the way that word gets used, but it can be a useful label!) and knows how to navigate working with them. And Robby and Abbot would still be there to perhaps push her when she needs to push back against admin, which needs to happen. But she would get SO much further with admin, be so much more effective, than Robby or Abbot ever could be. They'd listen to her in a way that they don't listen to Robby. Like, most of the time I think Robby's right when he pushes back with Gloria, but he does it in the least helpful way, the way that's going to ensure that the highers-up do not listen or take him seriously!

Robinavitch got the role of chief attending put on his shoulders after Adamson's death, and for more than 5 years he got no support, no other attending to second him when needed (he hasn't taken any time off in years, as Abbot mentions). Adamson was his mentor in medicine, but I don't know how much he told him being chief attending involves, and Robinavitch wasn't ready for that. Yeah, not having to deal with the bureaucratic side of his job would have certainly helped him

Baran Al-Hashimi, on the other hand, is much more used to the intricacies of the role. She's also way more diplomatic, so dealing with the administrative side of being an attending comes way more naturally to her. She also seem to be more observant of the people around her, and finds the way to talk to them, even if it's not always right the first time

Robinavitch and Al-Hashimi aren't made to be the same kind of attending, and it's a good thing if he lets her deal with the responsibilities. Also he's the one worrying that she might have a crisis while working on a trauma, so if he can be full doctor, he will relieve her of that, while she relieve him of his own weakness. They could be complementary, if only he accepted to "surrender" his role of chief!

[earnmysong]

you sure do reblog a lot of kingdon for someone who doesn't even go here! lol!!!!

oh my god, i know! i did watch the first two episodes of season one when they initially dropped last year, but i never progressed past that point? i guess with these two idiotic nerds [and their various associates], i just prefer curated micro-doses from those i trust - such as yourself!

to be fair, too, i followed a similar route with the rookie as well! i was fully okay with fandom absorption until lucy got buried in that barrel and tim found her because of her damn ring and then gave her cpr and stayed with her all night reading articles about bts in the hospital. after that? SO NOT CASUAL.

should kingdon have an event of similar catastrophic proportions, perhaps my theoretical viewing will transition to reality?

[ladytharen]

🔥 for star wars eu

My unpopular opinion for this is that I don't like Luke/Mara and never have - which among SW EU readers is basically heresy! I love Mara Jade as a character but I didn't buy into Luke/Mara as a kid and I didn't vibe with it as an adult either when I was rereading the books. I just don't like it for either of them and am not interested in seeing more of it, and as a kid I stopped reading EU books past the point where they got together and it was very focused on their romance. I started reading a lot more of the side quests and pre-OT/post-PT books once that happened!

(I was actually afraid, back in the early ST days, that if they brought Mara Jade back they would do so to establish Luke/Mara in the movies, but then Bigger Worse Things happened and Disney just didn't seem interested in rescuing women from the EU books, only men.)