Pet Peeve of the Day: DC Comics = ATM Machine
I am a 24 year old theater geek who is nearly completely computer illiterate. So please excuse my bumbling steps into the 21st century, 11 years too late.
Ask me anything
I used to write. A lot. Short (seriously short) stories, bad poetry, and worse fanfiction. So this is me trying to re-acess that part of myself that seems to have gotten lost somewhere during my journey into adulthood. I can't promise any happy endings, but I can promise that I will shine my shoes for the fat lady every day. (10 points to the first person who can name the book!)
Yeah and this guy
Who is also this guy
Is also this guy’s father
who happens to be this guy.
Bartholomew sent his son to the Games
Snow sent TWO of his children to the Games TWICE
And the Award for the worst father goes to…
Well done, Supernatural fandom. Well done.
got a family of 4 in my house :)X
my husband died, just me n the kids :(X
”we’re not calling him dad.”
i am legitimately interested in this story
every other weekend, he has his kid, from a previous marriage, over.
we got a couple of dalmatians
goddammit cruella not this shit again
I learned tonight that yes, you can, in fact, waste an entire night watching different frozen videos on youtube.
One of my third graders brought in a starfish to share with the class this week. Without leading any of them to think one certain way, I did want to make sure they became aware that starfish are living creatures, and when we take them out of the water to dry them out, we’re killing them. This led somewhere sort of wonderful:
Sam: If you put it back in the water, I bet it would come back to life.
Jessalyn: (she brought the star fish in) I didn’t try that.
I figured at this point the lesson we were supposed to get to was pretty much moot, and it was time for an “experiment”. After many predictions and observations, we filled the sink with water and dropped the starfish in.
Obviously, nothing happened. I sat them down and asked them why they thought that was. In amidst a very deep conversation about how sometimes when you do something you can’t undo it, no matter how much you might want to, Angelo said that he wondered if there was anything that the starfish would still react to. I said, offhand, maybe if we had magic water, we laughed, and moved on.
About twenty minutes later, I realized Sam was still really hung up on my comment. I told him that I had been making a joke, and he looked at me with huge eyes and cried, very aghast “but you can’t do that! You’re a teacher!”
Impromptu scientific lessons that turn into a philosophical discussion, all rounded out with a reminder that my students tend to take what I say incredibly seriously.
That pretty much sums up third grade to me.