u/Lolihey

I know a 50-year-old virgin who is waiting for marriage because she is a Christian. Because the majority of men expect sex early on in the dating stages, she has not been able to have a relationship. She has joined bible studies and attended different churches over the years, but the men she met were never interested in her and chose the other females in the group. Dating apps did not work. She wonders if it is over for her. Men have told her they don't want to date women without experience in long-term relationships or sex. Is she destined to stay single for the rest of her life?

He was nicknamed "Deporter in Chief." He was very adamant about people who came over illegally--that they were going back, no matter what age they were or who they came with. He even had the cages-thing going!

Why were people alright with deportations then? Why are they mad now?

Chapter 3: Fantine Enters Her Villain Arc (But Sad)

Fantine moved to a town called M-sur-M and got a job at a massive factory run by a mysterious, rich mayor named Monsieur Madeleine (who was actually Jean Valjean in his successful rebranding era). Valjean was a total saint and paid his workers good money. For a second, Fantine’s life was serving. She was making bread and sending it all to the Thénardiers to pay for Cosette.

But the factory supervisor was an old, bitter Karen who hated seeing other women succeed. She hired a spy to dig up dirt on Fantine and discovered the ultimate tea: Fantine had an unofficial kid out of wedlock.

The supervisor completely cancelled Fantine on the spot and fired her. Valjean had no idea this happened because he was busy doing mayor stuff.

Fantine’s life instantly entered a dystopian depression era. The Thénardiers found out she was down bad, so they started gaslighting her to get more money. They sent her letters saying, "Cosette is literally freezing to death, send 10 francs for a wool skirt, or she’s gonna delete herself."

Fantine was completely broke. She didn't know what else to do to secure the bag, so she went to the local market and started selling her body parts.

• First, a barber offered her money for her gorgeous blonde hair. She chopped it all off. Resigned vibe.
• Next, a sketchy street dentist saw her perfect smile and offered her two gold coins for her two front teeth. She let him pull them out. Absolute pain.

She looked in the mirror. Her hair was gone, her teeth were missing, she was coughing up blood, and she had to enter survival mode as a lady of the night just to pay the rent. She completely lost her mind and started hating the world, especially the "good" Mayor Madeleine, whom she blamed for firing her.

Please tell me what went through your heads when he told everyone to set their thermostat at a certain temperature and turn off the lights when necessary?

Is this something you are already doing? Are you angry about it? What do you think he'll ask you to do next? And will you comply?

I honestly want to know--if this is what NYC wanted or if NYC is against it?

What kinds of policies do you like that Democratic Socialists will implement? What would be your ideal America?

I need to know a few things. If I am moving from the USA to Italy, how hard is it to find a job over there? Would they hire me as an English teacher to teach English?

Where are the safest places to live?

Where can I find a constitution with laws to read?

I'll be honest. I want to get the heck out of here before this country falls to communism.

I need to know a few things. If I am moving from the USA to Italy, how hard is it to find a job over there? Would they hire me as an English teacher to teach English?

Where are the safest places to live?

Where can I find a constitution with laws to read?

I'll be honest. I want to get the heck out of here before this country falls to communism.

What does everyone think of the fact that the SAVE Act is dead, and that millions of Chinese who have never lived here, whose mothers never lived here, and just came for a visit to give birth, can now vote via mail-in ballots, which must be accepted after election day as long as they are postmarked for Nov. 3? All Thune had to do was pass the SAVE Act. Congress could fix this, but you know they're not going to.

Even though I am still showing up to vote red, I feel like there is no hope. Congress will impeach and convict Trump, and we'll have all these obnoxious Socialists in there.

How is everyone feeling?

I hope we get an actual origin story episode or movie with the original townspeople who made the deal/ritual and whom they made it with, and the ankooey children when they were alive, and original Tabitha and Jade.

Chapter 2: The Scammer Innkeepers

A few years later, Fantine’s baby girl, Cosette, was a toddler. Fantine had to leave Paris to find work back in her hometown, but no factory would hire a single mom with a kid—the social standards back then were a total red flag.

While walking through a village called Montfermeil, Fantine saw two little girls playing on a swing outside an inn, looking super cute and aesthetic. Their parents, the Thénardiers, ran the place.

Madame Thénardier looked like a total Karen and was built like a linebacker, and Monsieur Thénardier was a skinny, sketchy little scammer who looked like a literal rat. But to Fantine, who was desperate and naive, they looked like a wholesome, blended family.

"Hey," Fantine said, approaching them. "I need to go find a job, but I can't take my daughter with me. Can you gatekeep my child for a bit? I'll pay you every month."

Monsieur Thénardier smelled the bag immediately. His inner hustler woke up. "Bet. But it’s gonna cost you a dummy thicc subscription fee. Seven francs a month, plus you gotta pay for her clothes."

Fantine emptied her wallet, gave them the money, kissed Cosette goodbye, and left.

The moment Fantine was out of sight, the Thénardiers completely flipped the script. They put their own daughters in high-end, aesthetic fits, and treated Cosette like an absolute slave. They took the nice clothes Fantine sent and sold them for cash. They dressed Cosette in rags, made her sweep the floors, fed her leftovers under the table with the cat, and beat her. At five years old, Cosette was living a literal nightmare, completely traumatized, while her mom thought she was being pampered.

I just want to create another account temporarily. I am not going to do ban evasion as I do not want to lose my privilege of being on Reddit.

Do you think 6-7 will be out this year, or at least fade? There are so many trends the kids have had--spinners, throwing paper planes at the ceiling, etc. How long do you think 6-7 will last?

Yo real ones, I’m cooked, fr fr. The law said it’s over for me so I’m not yapping about it. I ain't here to snitch or yap about why I'm getting cancelled, just praying the King stays goated and keeps his infinite aura, cuz he's actually the main character and a total W. If anyone tries to tea spill on my situation, just know they better have that high IQ judgment. I'm logging off now, so please send some prayers my way. Lord, have mercy, I'm handing my soul over to the Big G.

After getting that blindfold on and kneeling at the block, she kept looping: To Jesus Christ I commit my soul; Lord Jesu, take my soul, no cap.

How do you go about the first few weeks of school for middle school? I’ll have 9 different classes. , 8 of them I will have 3X per week for 50mins each and 1 will be once a week for 50mins. Clearly I’m not going to jump right into content but into expectations. What does this look like for you at the middle school level? I’m looking to change things up in the fall.

Edit: I teach in Canada. I teach grade 6,7,8 social studies. I teach 9 different classes, 28+ students each class so a minimum of 252 students in total. I get 1 prep period per day and teach 5 periods per day. This is pretty much standard aside from teaching 3 different grade levels, this part is new to me.

Hi everyone,

I've been teaching English for the past 6 years, 2 years in an ICSE school and around 4 years teaching IELTS, GRE, GMAT, and other English courses.

Lately, I've realized that while I still love education, I don't think I want to continue as a classroom teacher anymore. It's not that I hate teaching, but I don't see myself doing it for the next 10 or 20 years.

What I actually enjoy the most is creating lesson plans, designing worksheets, writing assessments, and figuring out how to teach something in the most effective way.

The idea of becoming a curriculum developer feels like a much better fit for me, but I honestly have no idea how people make that transition.

I've already created a lot of teaching material over the years, and I'm currently working on an IELTS book and a Korean language book. I just don't know how to turn all of this into something that employers would actually value.

For those of you who made the switch from teaching to curriculum development, how shall I do it too?

I know a 50-year-old virgin who is waiting for marriage because she is a Christian. Because the majority of men expect sex early on in the dating stages, she has not been able to have a relationship. She has joined bible studies and attended different churches over the years, but the men she met were never interested in her and chose the other females in the group. Dating apps did not work. She wonders if it is over for her. Men have told her they don't want to date women without experience in long-term relationships or sex. Is she destined to stay single for the rest of her life?

Gettysburg Rizz

Lincoln's Main Character Speech

(Bliss Edit)

Dropped at the dedication of the Soldier's National Cemetery at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

87 years ago our OGs spawned a new nation on this server, conceived in Liberty and locked in on the idea that everyone has equal aura.

Now we’re in a massive civil war battle royale, testing if this nation, or any nation with that much rizz, can actually stay bussin. We’re standing on a huge battlefield. We’re here to dedicate a part of this map as the final lobby for the ones who gave their lives so the nation wouldn't get cooked. It’s highkey valid that we do this.

But fr, we can’t actually sanctify this ground. The absolute legends, living and dead, who went beast mode here, already gave this place infinite aura—we can't add or subtract from that. The world won't care about our yapping, but they’ll never forget their W moves. It’s on us, the living, to lock in on the unfinished grind they started. We gotta take that L from these legends and turn it into massive devotion to the cause—we resolve right now that they didn't die for nothing—that this nation, under God, gets a massive freedom buff—and that the government of the people, by the people, for the people, doesn't get banned from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln

November 19, 1863.

Gettysburg Rizz

Lincoln's Main Character Speech

(Bliss Edit)

Dropped at the dedication of the Soldier's National Cemetery at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.

87 years ago our OGs spawned a new nation on this server, conceived in Liberty and locked in on the idea that everyone has equal aura.

Now we’re in a massive civil war battle royale, testing if this nation, or any nation with that much rizz, can actually stay bussin. We’re standing on a huge battlefield. We’re here to dedicate a part of this map as the final lobby for the ones who gave their lives so the nation wouldn't get cooked. It’s highkey valid that we do this.

But fr, we can’t actually sanctify this ground. The absolute legends, living and dead, who went beast mode here, already gave this place infinite aura—we can't add or subtract from that. The world won't care about our yapping, but they’ll never forget their W moves. It’s on us, the living, to lock in on the unfinished grind they started. We gotta take that L from these legends and turn it into massive devotion to the cause—we resolve right now that they didn't die for nothing—that this nation, under God, gets a massive freedom buff—and that the government of the people, by the people, for the people, doesn't get banned from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln

November 19, 1863.

They were lowkey staring at Gerald O'Hara's massive cotton grindset across the endless fields toward that red sunset glow-up. As the sun was hitting different, dipping behind the Flint River hills in a crimson aura, the April heat was losing its aura and getting a bit chilly, no cap. Spring had major main character energy this year, with quick rains and peak pink peach blossom aesthetics popping off in the swamp. The plowing was almost finished, and the sunset was basically a red filter on the Georgia clay furrows. The hungry earth was thirsty for those seeds, looking pink and scarlet in the shadows, straight bussin'. The plantation house was looking like a lonely island in a wild red sea of wavy clay, totally frozen in a mid-motion wave. No cap, these furrows weren't those mid, straight lines you see in the NPC fields of middle Georgia or the coastal plantations.

The rolling hills of North Georgia were cooked in a million curves so the aura of the rich earth wouldn't slip into the river bottoms. The land was lowkey feral and red—straight up blood-colored after rain, brick dust in a drought, basically the GOAT cotton land. It was a vibe with white houses and chill fields, but it had major duality, like max sunlight vs. dark mode. The plantation clearings were just vibing under the sun, totally NPC and complacent. But at the edges, the virgin forests were lurking—dark, cool, and lowkey sus, like the pines were gatekeeping some ancient secret, whispering: 'Watch out! We caught you once, we can fanum tax you again.' From the porch, the trio heard the hoof steps and the high-key chaotic laughter of the field hands coming back from the grind. Inside, Scarlett’s mom was calling the little girl with the keys, who replied with a high-pitched 'Yas'm,' followed by footsteps heading to the smokehouse for the food drop. Then came the clink of the china as Pork, the main character butler, set the table for the feast. Hearing that, the twins realized it was time to log off and head home.

"Lowkey Scarlett, about tomorrow," Brent said. "Just cuz we were AFK and missed the bbq and the ball, doesn't mean we can't secure the bag with some dances. You didn't sell us out, did you?" "Bruh, I did! How was I supposed to know you guys were back? I couldn't just sit there being a NPC waiting on you two." "A NPC?!" The boys started tweaking, laughing hard. "Look, pookie. You gotta let me get that first waltz, give Stu the last one, and we're eating dinner. We'll vibe on the stairs like last time and get Mammy Jincy to read our aura again." "Mammy Jincy's readings are mid. She said I'm gonna marry some NPC with jet-black hair and a mustache, and black hair is an L." "You only want redheads, fr?" Brent grinned. "Now bet, promise us the dances and the eats." "If you promise, we'll drop some tea," Stuart said. "What?!" Scarlett stood up, high energy. "Is it that tea from Atlanta, Stu? If it is, don't make us leak it." "Miss Pitty spilled it." "Miss Who?" "You know, Ashley Wilkes' cousin, Miss Pittypat—Melanie's aunt." "She's a total boomer, no cap." "Well, her carriage pulled up at the depot yesterday and she said there's gonna be a massive engagement announcement at the Wilkes ball tomorrow." "Lame. I already knew that," Scarlett said, feeling mid. "Charlie Hamilton and Honey Wilkes. Everyone knows they're gonna lock in, even if Charlie's vibe was lowkey lukewarm."

"Is he lowkey mid?" Brent asked. "Last Xmas you let him cook near you for real." "I wasn't even trying to let him cook," Scarlett shrugged, no cap. "He's a total sissy, fr." "Plus, his engagement isn't even the main character moment," Stuart flexed. "It's Ashley and Melanie's engagement, period!" Scarlett's face went blank—straight up NPC mode after getting hit with a massive L. She was so cooked she couldn't even react, so Stuart thought she was just locked in. "Miss Pitty said they weren't gonna drop the news 'til next year 'cause Melly's health is lacking; but with the war beef going on, the families wanted that quick marriage grindset. It's being leaked tomorrow at the supper intermission. Scarlett, we gave you the tea, so you better pull up to supper." "Bet, I'll be there," Scarlett said, zero emotion. "And all the vibes?" "All of them." "You're a real one! The other boys are gonna be pressed." "Let 'em be pressed," Brent said. "We got that main character energy. Scarlett, pull up to the barbecue with us tomorrow morning, no cap."

I'm just wondering if the series could really take place now that everyone has a camera.