probably not, wbu?
I’m a teacher, teaching high school English. I work a lot. Most days I work around 12 hours, and at the weekends I work a lot, too. When I’m not working, I’m generally asleep. Teaching is fucking hard, yo, and it doesn’t leave much time for what I love best, which is reading. I became an English teacher in part to share my utter adoration of books and reading with the kids I teach, and as a result I have no time to read. How’s that irony for you?
But on Friday evening, I had an evening where I told myself I was taking the evening off. I was going to the theatre, and I would take the train there and back to give myself the time to read. I would set off an hour early and buy myself a coffee in a nice coffee shop, and I would read. I wouldn’t spend that time planning lessons or marking books, writing ‘sp?’ in red pen above a student’s ambitiously spelled words. I had a stack of ten books that I have yet to read, mostly piled precariously beside my bed, leaning against my overflowing laundry basket. I don’t have the time to do laundry, either.
I piled the books onto my bed to pick one out and take it with me. Insurgent? Shift? Sequels to novels I’ve managed to squeeze in since December. Or something else, The Book Thief, ready for the film coming out? As if I have time to go to the cinema anyway. I wanted something less heavy than that, maybe some YA that I can recommend to my students. My eye fell on Fangirl, the most recently purchased of these books and so theoretically at the bottom of the pile. I’d never read any @rainbowrowell before, but I’d heard good things about the book here on tumblr and after reading the blurb I couldn’t leave it behind at Waterstones. Not when it was on special offer, anyway. I shoved it into my bag and slipped out of the door, heading for the train station.
I tried to leave my band. my bandmates got angry and said I was selfish and cruel, leaving them behind like this when hey made my life progressively worse everyday, talking behind my back, then acting like I’m the bad guy.
I no longer have those people as band mates.
Hugging shorter people and resting your head on theirs
Hugging taller people and having your head against their chest
Hugging people your height and pressing your face against their shoulder
Hugging people and getting picked up by them
Not having people to hug
Giving a hug that comes off as weird
This post describes me in every way
THERE IS SOMETHING VERY WRONG WITH THE GENERAL MALE MENTALITY WHEN I, AS A MALE WITH MANY FEMALE FRIENDS, HAVE TO FREQUENTLY PRETEND TO BE MY FRIENDS’ BOYFRIEND SIMPLY SO OTHER DUDES WON’T BE CREEPY AND FUCKING GROPE THEM
THERE IS SOMETHING VERY WRONG WITH THE GENERAL MALE MENTALITY WHEN THEY RESPECT COMPETITION MORE THAN THE ACTUAL PERSON THEY’RE TRYING TO GET WITH
I use sarcasm because flat out telling you you’re a fucking moron is considered inappropriate and is frowned upon. And I was raised better than that.
how many star in the sky
Like 7 star
good job nasa keep up the good work