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Mary: (low-key vibing with her rosary) Patris omnipotentum.
Lady-in-waiting: My Queen! My Queen! The Queen's here! -
(Mary bops up and strolls over)
Mary: Your Majesty.
Katherine Howard: Lady Mary, I'm literally here in person to ask why you're not giving me the vibes that, as Queen of England, I deserve even from you.
I peeped, and so did everyone else, that you're giving major respect to Lady Anne of Cleves, even though she's just a private citizen now and not that deep.
Mary: My bad.
But like, isn't Lady Anne worthy of all the respect? She's got major main character energy and is low-key, just tryna make the King her Lord happy.
Katherine Howard: You tryna say I don't try to make him happy?
Mary: I think you literally only care about pleasure! It's your whole vibe, it seems, to just be in cute fits and dance.
Some people might think that's kinda cringe, for the consort of a King whose whole aura is sacred.
Katherine Howard: If his Majesty thought I was just cringe, why did he marry me?
Mary: You're rumored to be capable of popping out some heirs.
Sadly, for all the King's attention, I see you're still not preggo.
Regardless, he's gonna get over you real soon.
You'll see.
Katherine Howard: (steps closer to Mary) And what about you?
Mary: (takes a step in) And what about me?
Katherine Howard: I think you're just salty.
You're salty 'cause you're way older than me and still not married.
Maybe you'll never get married and just grow old a maid!
Mary: How dare you even speak to me like that!
Katherine Howard: I dare 'cause I can!
And I can do something else too.
As punishment for your lack of respect towards his Majesty's wife, I'm yeeting two of your maids from your service!
Have a blessed day, Lady Mary.

I see a lot of negative posts on the different teacher subreddits here. Let's talk about something positive. Who is happy about returning to school?

Snowball was honestly the G.O.A.T. at this whole farm sitch. He launched the Egg Production Committee for the girlies, the Clean Tails League for the cows, and the Wild Comrades' Re-education Committee (the whole vibe was trying to make the rats and rabbits less feral). He also started the Whiter Wool Movement for the sheep and a bunch of other side quests, plus he lowkey started literacy classes for everyone. 

Tbh, most of these projects were a massive L. Trying to tame the wild animals was an immediate flop. They stayed acting up, and whenever someone tried to use rizz on them, they just took advantage. The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was locked in for like three days. Then, she was caught on a roof yapping at some sparrows who were literally out of reach. She was telling them that all animals were now slay besties and that any bird could come and chill on her paw, but the sparrows were like, "no cap, we’re good," and kept their distance.

Okay but the reading and writing classes?? Absolute W fr fr 💀. By autumn, literally every animal on the farm was at least literate enough to get by. The pigs? They were cracked, like fully ate and left no crumbs with that reading and writing. The dogs got decent, but they only cared about the Seven Commandments, giving NPC energy tbh. Muriel the goat? She understood the assignment better than the dogs and would literally read to the squad at night from random newspaper scraps she found in the trash; that's main character energy fr. Benjamin could read as well as any pig, but he— wait, the vibes were immaculate, but the delusion was real, bestie.

 Clover learned the whole alphabet but couldn't actually piece words together. Boxer couldn't get past the letter D. He’d trace A, B, C, D in the dirt with his hoof, but fr fr this animal be out here learning E F G and H, but by the time he gets there he's already forgotten A B C and D, 💀 like bestie the memory is NOT giving. So he just said, "You know what, imma stick to the first four," and now he writes them out every day to keep the vibes fresh. Honestly, that's the most chronically online NPC move ever, but he understood the assignment lowkey. The delusion of thinking he'll ever get past D is real but you gotta respect the grind fr. Is it giving "I'll just stay in my lane" energy? Yep.

Mollie refused to learn ANY letters except the ones that spelled her own name. 💀 She’d arrange them all aesthetic with twigs, add a flower, and walk around flexing like she ate that. None of the other animals could even get past the letter A — the delusion was STRONG with this one. She’d give main character energy but like in the worst way possible. The NPCs couldn’t keep up. She understood the assignment, but the assignment was just her own ego 😭 The vibes were immaculate for her and only her.

The sheep, hens, and ducks—literally couldn't memorize the Seven Commandments. 💀 After some deep thinking, Snowball was like, "ok bestie let's simplify this" and declared the whole thing could be boiled down to one main vibe: "Four legs good, two legs bad." That's the core principle of Animalism, and if you understood that, you were safe from human influence. The birds were lowkey skeptical at first since they technically have two legs, but Snowball absolutely cooked them with logic and proved why they were wrong. 😭 The whole thing was giving "keep it simple stupid" vibes, and honestly, the vibes were immaculate. Now that phrase was living rent-free in everyone's head tbh.

 

Anyone being aggravated by admin yet?

I see a lot of negative posts on the different teacher subreddits here. Let's talk about something positive. Who is happy about returning to school?

Fantine ain't seen Javert since the day the mayor snatched her from him. Her brain be scrambled, but she knew one thing: he came to get her. She couldn't handle that scary face; she felt her soul leaving, so she hid her face and screamed, 'Mr. Madeleine, save me!'

 Jean Valjean—we'll just call him that from now—stood up and said, real soft, 'Chill, he ain't here for you.' Then he looked at Javert and said, 'I know what you want.'

 Javert replied, 'Be quick about it!' But it came out all crazy, like 'Bequiabouit.' No way to spell that sound; it wasn't even a word, it was a roar.

 He didn't do his usual thing—no warrant, no explaining. To him, Jean Valjean was a mystery fighter, a shadow wrestler he'd been trying to pin for five years. This arrest wasn't a start, it was the end. He just said, 'Be quick about it!' and didn't move a step, but his stare was like a hook trying to drag Jean Valjean in.

 Fantine felt that stare before—it chilled her to the bone. But now the mayor was there, so what she gotta fear? Javert got to the middle and yelled, 'Yo, you coming or what?'

 The poor girl looked around. Just the nun and the mayor. Who was he 'you'ing? Only her. She shivered. Then she saw something wild, crazier than any fever dream: Javert, the cop, grabbing the mayor by the collar, and the mayor bowing his head. The world was ending.

 Javert had Jean Valjean's collar. 'Mr. Mayor!' Fantine screamed. Javert laughed all ugly, showing his gums. 'No mayor here!'

 Jean Valjean didn't try to break free. He said, 'Javert—' Javert cut him off: 'Call me Inspector.'

 'Inspector,' said Jean Valjean, 'I need to talk to you private.'

 'Loud! Say it loud!' Javert said. 'People talk loud to me.'

 Jean Valjean lowered his voice: 'I got a request—'

 'I said speak up!' snapped Javert.

 'But only you should hear it—'

 'Don't care, I'm not listening.'

 Jean Valjean turned and said, super fast and low: 'Give me three days! Three days to get this woman's kid. I'll pay whatever. You can come if you want.'

 'You kidding me?' Javert yelled. 'I didn't think you this dumb! Three days to run away? To get that chick's kid? Ha! That's rich!'

 Fantine started shaking. 'My kid!' she cried. 'Go get my kid? She ain't here? Sister, where's Cosette? I want my kid! Mr. Madeleine! Mr. Mayor!'

 Javert stomped. 'And now this one! Shut up, you skank! This place is lit with convicts as mayors and hoes treated like queens! But we're changing that, and it's 'bout time!'

 He stared at Fantine and grabbed Jean Valjean's cravat, shirt, collar again: 'I told you, no Mr. Madeleine, no Mr. Mayor. That's a thief, a crook, a convict named Jean Valjean! And I got him! That's what's up!'

 Fantine shot up in bed, pushing on her arms and hands, staring at Jean Valjean, Javert, the nun. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a weird sound came out, her teeth chattered. She reached out all desperate, hands flailing like drowning, then suddenly fell back on her pillow.

Her head hit the headboard and she faceplanted into her chest, mouth open, eyes staring into the void. She was straight up dead. Jean Valjean grabbed Javert's hand like it was a baby's, opened it, and was like, 'You just murdered her.' Javert went full rage mode: 'Ain't nobody got time for your yapping. The guard is downstairs, we moving NOW or you're getting the thumb-screws.' In the corner, there was this old, rickety iron bed that the sisters used for camping. Jean Valjean walked over, snapped off the headboard with his ripped muscles, grabbed the main rod like a bat, and stared at Javert. Javert backed up to the door. Jean Valjean, armed with his metal stick, slow-walked to Fantine's bed, then turned and whispered, 'Best not to disturb me rn.' And let me tell you, Javert was shaking in his boots. He thought about calling the guard, but Jean could've dipped, so he stayed, gripping his cane, leaning on the doorframe, eyes locked on Jean. Jean rested his elbow on the bed knob, hand on his forehead, and just stared at Fantine's lifeless body. He was quiet, zoned out, no thoughts about life. His face was pure, vibing with pity. After a bit, he leaned down and whispered something to her. What did he say? What could this guy, who was on the fritz, say to a dead girl? No one heard. Did she hear? Some things are just vibes, maybe real. But Sister Simplice, the only witness, always said that when Jean whispered, she saw a glow-up on those pale lips and in those dead eyes, full of grave energy. Jean took Fantine's head in his hands, fixed it on the pillow like a mom would, then tied her shirt string, smoothed her hair under her cap, and closed her eyes. Her face looked lit at that moment. Death, that's entering the big light. Fantine's hand was dangling off the bed. Jean knelt, gently picked it up, kissed it, then stood and faced Javert. 'Now,' he said, 'I'm yours.'

I looked at all of my class lists. Every year, I start by having the students make the flags of their home countries. I put them around the room and have many different flags from many different countries. Very few are from the United States. But this year, it seems that 95% of my students were born in the USA! So I don't want to do the flag project because there will be too many American flags! I have nothing against the American flag, but I don't see any point in celebrating the diversity in the ESL classroom if there are thirty American flags and one or two from other countries.

Any other project ideas? Or is there a way I could still do it?

Is there anyway to get a kid changed from your class because you had a bad experience with him or her the year before? I mean without the admin thinking negatively about you?

AOC has always been ultra progressive, but now she is recanting on some of the things she said. This happened after Hong lost her election (Thank God). Maybe the Democrats are figuring out that people actually don't like socialist policies? Could it also be she wants to run for president, and to do that, she needs to convince people she is now a centrist? I don't believe her at all. I think if she does run for president and she starts acting like she is middle-of-the-road, it's only to get the votes of Independents and Republicans. As soon as she wins, she will go back to far-left socialism.

I can't be the only one who contributes to this subreddit! All stories and quotes are welcome!

Would some publishing company get in touch with this guy and give him a contract to write a tell-all novel? I want to know everything!

Too old to start having kids, why bother? I never really liked old people's love stories in movies. This really should have happened in my twenties. Why bother now?

I got my class lists. One class has three kids in it who had at least more than 25 referrals written on them last year. One particular grade level was extremely rough, and I have some of them again. Last year was hell. I wrote the same two kids up every day (and so did everyone else), but nothing happened to them. I am going to have another year of aggravation, yelling, and being in a bad mood all day.

Who would like what music?
Who would have the Rachel haircut?
Who would like the grunge, skateboard, wide pants look?
Who would watch what TV show?

For example, some people have AI do Funko pop or Lego versions of their favorite characters? Why do so many people hate that?

Be honest.