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College sucks. Everyone says that but like, college really fucking sucks. The university you’re at is great, no really, it is, but it only guarantees housing for freshmen and sophomores. So you’ve been forced to move into an overpriced apartment that’s overcrowded with college kids, way too many of whom like to party when you’re trying to write because, like the idiot you are, you decided to major in English. Yes, you love to write, and read, and study the English language, but trying to go through the creative process is really hard when all you can focus on is trying to figure out whether the pounding in your skull is the bass from the floor above you or your headache. One upside of living around college students, though, is that everyone in your building is in your age range, meaning cute people aren’t always so hard to come. And there was this one guy Calum.
Maybe two weeks after you moved in, your next door neighbor moved out, which was a relief. The guy was a creep and an ass. He would come over early in the morning and ask for the randomest crap, just to see you in your pajamas. The other reason his departure was so nice was that the newest denizen was Calum. And well, Calum was something else.
By something else, you mean a god. (And he’s a music major. How hot is that?) If only could get your head out of your ass long enough to form a coherent sentence around him. It’s around seven in the evening and you’re working on your latest Creative Writing assignment. You’re not exactly a rhyming genius. To be honest, you hated creative writing until someone told you not every poem has to rhyme.
But songs, songs do. You sit at your computer, staring at the word document in front of you. So far you’ve got six lines: ‘I once saw a cat Eating its scat It was nast -Y and blast That Nasty cat’ Not your best work. If you could burn your computer without being out nearly a thousand dollars, you would be poking a burning log with a stick. You’re having trouble with rhyming, right?
Okay, what’s a word that has a lot of rhymes. ‘Queue’ is such a dumb word. Why are there so many ‘ue’s. You only need one. You don’t even need one. Just the letter works. Both are pronounced “Q”.
It’s like the ‘ay’ in ‘okay’. Like your brain, apparently. You just, you need a nap.
You could go for a 3 month nap. That’s why summer vacation exists, though.
Oh, vacation. How you love vacation. No frustrations, just rest. Vacation, frustration. Um, motivation. Oh hell yeah, this is it.
‘Collectivization In our nation Isn’t good for Future generation s No corporations Just calculations One advantage Is no inflation Emigration Deportation Were the same ‘Cos of Stalin’s regulations Imitation In other nations The reason for the USSR’s creation’ That is simultaneously the worst and best thing you have ever written. You also have literally no tune for it, but the cadence didn’t suck and it rhymed, so you were going to print it out.
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If you didn’t come up with anything better, you were going to turn it in too. You print the document, but, as per usual, it doesn’t fucking print. Why does your printer never work?
You think it might be the connection between the printer and the computer. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten a wireless one but the stupid salesman convinced you it would ‘work better in the long run’ and ‘all the biggest corporations use them’. You sigh and try printing again, to no avail.
You figure you’ll just go to bed and try again in the morning. The next morning you wake, feeling much better. Until you remember your Creative Writing assignment. Well, those thirty seconds were quite possibly the best thirty seconds of your life. You rummage around your kitchen, looking for some eggs or something to cook up. You quickly come across some old boxed pancake mix, and figure, why the hell not?
As you finish cooking and realize that goddamit you’re out of paper plates again, you hear strumming from next door. You sigh quietly, listening to Calum hum a tune.
After a couple of minutes, he strums the guitar again. He pauses, and then begins to strum in earnest. “Collectivization In our nation” Your eyes widen and you nearly drop your pancakes as you sprint across the room, faster than someone in slippery socks ought to on a tile floor. Your hands grapple with the lock for a second before you’re standing in the hall pounding a nervous beat into Calum’s door.
He opens the door, and for just a second you’re taken aback by the fact that he looks absolutely gorgeous in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Did you need something?” He prompts, eyeing your pancakes suspiciously. Oh, er, yea.” Blood makes its way to your cheeks in an embarrassing beet-red blush.
“Yea, about that. Where did you get that?” “Get what?” “That, well, song, for lack of a better word.” “Oh! The one about Stalin. Can you hear my music through the wall? I’m sorry about that. I didn’t disturb you, did I?” “No, no.
I was cooking.” You hold up the four pancakes your’re holding. Without a plate. Buddha, Mary, and Allah, you look like a fool. “But, uh, the song.” “Right.
My printer printed it.” “Oh my god.” You groan. “I’m so sorry you had to read that.” “It’s really not that bad.” “You don’t have to say that. It really is.” He bites his lip before conceding, “Yea, it’s not the greatest.
So, wait, is all that random shit that’s been printing to my printer been yours?” “Like what?” “Lots of short stories.” “You haven’t been reading those, have you?” “Maybe just a few?” “ God.” “They’re good!” “You said that about my, er, song.” “But those are actually good!” You just sigh deeply. “Do you want to come in?” He asks. Yea, sure.” “So why are you even writing songs?” “Creative Writing class.” “Right.
Do you want a plate?” “Yea, that would be nice. I’m out.” You follow him to the kitchen. He rummages through the cabinet before pulling out a (not paper! Wow, classy) plate and handing it to you. “So Stalin.” “Always a conversation starter.” Calum laughs at your comment, and you look down, hiding your blush under the ruse of putting your pancakes on your plate.
Your heart flutters, knowing you made this adorable boy laugh like that. I can’t really, like, rhyme?
And then I started thinking about how I just want to go on like, a fucking vacation, you know? Sorry, don’t mind my language. But, yea, I was just rhyming with the word vacation, and uh, collectivization popped into my head, and apparently I don’t actually care about my Creative Writing grade.” “It’s unique, undoubtedly.” “I’m just going to pretend that’s a compliment.” “No, I’m not insulting you, I swear. Do you want me to help you, maybe?
I’m a music major.” (which you definitely didn’t already know that from stalking all of his social media) “I think I could use the help.” The two of you spend the morning hunched over various notebooks, music sheets, and his guitar trying to find something that doesn’t suck. “Okay, are you ready?” He looks up at you from one of the many lyric sheets sprawled about his table. “Frustration, desperation They say I need some sort of medication Situation, no motivation Destination, permanent vacation” “Holy shit, I think I love you.” You stare at him in awe, before your mind catches up with your mouth. “In a totally platonic, neighbor kind of way.” You mumble to your chest. “Hey, they were your ideas, I just put them to music.” He’s not wrong, per se, the pair of you had spent the majority of the morning discussing where the idea had stemmed from - how you wanted a vacation.
Still “No, my idea was talking about Stalin and the creation of the USSR.” “Hey! Don’t discount educational music.” You just kind of raise your eyebrows at him and he concedes, “Okay, so it wasn’t great. But this is as much your work as mine!” “Thanks Calum. I appreciate it.
I was thinking though - not that I don’t love it as it is - but what if we changed a couple of the lyrics, just for fluidity.” “Please.” Calum hands you the lyric sheet he’s been reading off of, and you shouldn’t care half as much as you do when your hands brush. “Um, what about ‘They say I need some kind of medication’?” You bring your upper lip into your mouth, thinking. “Er- this is an idea.” You look up at him. “If I’ve learned nothing in my Creative Writing class, I’ve learned that people are more engaged when you address them directly. ‘You say I need some kind of medication / Situation, no motivation / Destination, permanent vacation.” You smile up at him. “I like that, yea.
It gives it a rebellious edge, sort of. What if we, like, almost counter-argued that for the next bit?” “What do you mean?” You ask. “Keep the rebellion but sort of go with the classic, ‘I feel like I’m dying, but I’m fine.’” “Alright, hit me.” You nod. Calum cocks his head, thinking. “What if we just go for it. Hey, I’m doin’ fine” “Okay, and the rebellion, a sort of ‘I-know-I’m-pissing-you-off-and-I-couldn’t-care-less.” You prompt. “And, I’m out of line?” He says it more like a question than a statement.
“That has a bit of an awkward cadence” You trail off. “Hey, I’m doin’ fine And I know I’m out of line” “Yes, perfect!” He exclaims. “And, okay, a call to action is good in like an essay so, why not? Let’s sing this one more time” “It goes Destination, permanent vacation” “Yes, oh my god, I could kiss you.” You grin.
He pauses a second, and then, “Why don’t you?” “What?” “Kiss me. Why don’t you?” “Um I guess” You look down, fiddling with your hands, “I could?” When you look back up, he’s feet closer than he was a moment ago. “Would you?” “Yea. Yea, I would.” And you press your lips to his, but you can’t get a proper kiss in because the both of you are grinning like fools.
“You’re really cute, you know?” He smiles at you. You hum in response, and then, before you can stop it, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you move in.” And you put a hand on his cheek and lock your lips with his. (Oh, and you got an A.). Tradition dictates that teenage trainers should take time out from education to independently travel their region and challenge the national gyms.
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In standard state schools, there is no opportunity to take time out, hence why the large majority of young Kalosian trainers either challenge the gyms steadily, in their spare time, throughout their teenage years, or take a gap year before university to tackle the League. The only way to obtain an LCP in Kalos is through battle-orientated colleges, which talented trainers can gain access to between the ages of fifteen to nineteen. However, given that these colleges are both uncommon and, in most cases, very prestigious, they are not a viable option for many young trainers. Parents, As your child’s teacher, I spend a lot of time with your child.
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I put all of who I am into helping your child grow, knowing fully well that when the school year is over, I may never see them again. I love teaching your child.
There isn’t anything in the world I would trade for being able to be a formative part of your child’s life. However, you often treat me as something far less important.
It is true that there are exceptions to this, but often you treat us like babysitters or the hired help, negating the education and practical experiences we have needed to find ourselves educating your child. You discount my hard work, and take it for granted. You see me everyday as you drop off and pick up your child, yet never say hello. You never ask how the day went. You never ask what your child learned.
You assume that the educational process includes only the student and the teacher, when in reality it includes the parent as well. You get mad when I occasionally act more like a parent, then get upset when I act as only teachers.
You assume that since I get Summer’s off, that I don’t make up that time throughout the school year. You don’t see the amount of planning that I do at home. The amount of grading done on my kitchen table. The amount of my salary that go towards buying supplies for my classroom so that I can better teach your child. I am underpaid, overworked, and under appreciated. But I still put forth my best effort to help your child grow and learn.
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Treat me like a professional instead of a babysitters. Realize you aren’t the only one who knows something about your child. Understand that sometimes you will be wrong. Realize that sometimes I make mistakes. Treat me with respect and dignity, the same respect and dignity I grant to your child when they enter our classroom. Sincerely, Your child’s teacher. The Bi’s of Colour History Survey Report by Jacq Applebee June 2015 You may NOT use this report for commercial purposes Introduction There is currently no research on bisexual people of colour.
What little information on bisexuality that exists, tends to minimise or ignore the intersections of ethnicity, class and sexuality. I know that I am not alone in my situation; I’ve met countless bisexuals of colour in my travels across Europe and the U.S.
So where is the information on our lives, on our stories? Will we be written out of LGBT history? When I co-founded Bisexuals of Colour in 2010, it was an act of defiance; against bisexual people who thought it was all right to make racist and Islamaphobic remarks to others. As a British, black, bisexual mostly-woman, there was nothing I could obtain that represented anyone remotely like me.
The only two books I could find on black sexuality in the U.K was on the subject of black gay men and lesbians. The occasional book on bisexuality hardly mentioned People of Colour at all.
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Since that time I have found connection that support bisexuals of colour in their own parts of the world: Gwendolyn Henry from Bi Women of Color in the U.S being especially helpful and encouraging.