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soracities · 1 year
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what are your suggestions for starter poetry for people who dont have strong reading/analysis backgrounds
I've answered this a few times so I'm going to compile and expand them all into one post here.
I think if you haven't read much poetry before or aren't sure of your own tastes yet, then poetry anthologies are a great place to start: many of them will have a unifying theme so you can hone in based on a subject that interests you, or pick your way through something more general. I haven't read all of the ones below, but I have read most of them; the rest I came across in my own readings and added to my list either because I like the concept or am familiar with the editor(s) / their work:
Staying Alive: Real Poems for Unreal Times (ed. Nick Astley) & Being Alive: The Sequel to Staying Alive (there's two more books in this series, but I'm recommending these two just because it's where I started)
The Rattlebag (ed. Seamus Heaney and Ted Hughes)
The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (ed. Ilya Kaminsky & Susan Harris)
The Essential Haiku, Versions of Basho, Buson and Issa (ed. Robert Hass)
A Book of Luminous Things (ed. Czesław Miłosz )
Now and Then: The Poet's Choice Columns by Robert Hass (this may be a good place to start if you're also looking for commentary on the poems themselves)
Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World(ed. Pádraig Ó'Tuama)
African American Poetry: 250 Years of Struggle and Song (ed. Kevin Young)
The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing (ed. Kevin Young)
Lifelines: Letters from Famous People about their Favourite Poems
The following lists are authors I love in one regard or another and is a small mix of different styles / time periods which I think are still fairly accessible regardless of what your reading background is! It's be no means exhaustice but hopefully it gives you even just a small glimpse of the range that's available so you can branch off and explore for yourself if any particular work speaks to you.
But in any case, for individual collections, I would try:
anything by Sara Teasdale
Devotions / Wild Geese / Felicity by Mary Oliver
Selected Poems and Prose by Christina Rossetti
Collected Poems by Langston Hughes
Where the Sidewalk Endsby Shel Silverstein
Morning Haiku by Sonia Sanchez
Revolutionary Letters, Diane di Prima
Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved by Gregory Orr
Rose: Poems by Li-Young Lee
A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor / Barefoot Souls by Maram al-Masri
Deaf Republic by Ilya Kaminsky
Tell Me: Poems / What is This Thing Called Love? by Kim Addonizio
The Trouble with Poetry by Billy Collins (Billy Collins is THE go-to for accessible / beginner poetry in my view so I think any of his collections would probably do)
Crush by Richard Siken
Rapture / The World's Wife by Carol Ann Duffy
The War Works Hard by Dunya Mikhail
Selected Poems by Walt Whitman
View with a Grain of Sand by Wislawa Szymborska
Collected Poems by Vasko Popa
Under Milkwood by Dylan Thomas (this is a play, but Thomas is a poet and the language & structure is definitely poetic to me)
Bright Dead Things: Poems by Ada Limón
Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire,
Nostalgia, My Enemy: Selected Poems by Saadi Youssef
As for individual poems:
“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver
[Dear The Vatican] erasure poem by Pádraig Ó'Tuama // "The Pedagogy of Conflict"
"Good Bones" by Maggie Smith
"The Author Writes the First Draft of His Weddings Vows (An erasure of Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband, Leonard)" by Hanif Abdurraqib
"I Can Tell You a Story" by Chuck Carlise
"The Sciences Sing a Lullabye" by Albert Goldbarth
"One Last Poem for Richard" by Sandra Cisneros
"We Lived Happily During the War" by Ilya Kaminsky
“I’m Explaining a Few Things”by Pablo Neruda
"Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" //"Nothing Gold Can Stay"//"Out, Out--" by Robert Frost
"Tablets: I // II // III"by Dunya Mikhail
"What Were They Like?" by Denise Levertov
"Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden,
"The Patience of Ordinary Things" by Pat Schneider
“I, too” // "The Negro Speaks of Rivers” // "Harlem” // “Theme for English B” by Langston Hughes
“The Mower” // "The Trees" // "High Windows" by Philip Larkin
“The Leash” // “Love Poem with Apologies for My Appearance” // "Downhearted" by Ada Limón
“The Flea” by John Donne
"The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore
"Beauty" // "Please don't" // "How it Adds Up" by Tony Hoagland
“My Friend Yeshi” by Alice Walker
"De Humanis Corporis Fabrica"byJohn Burnside
“What Do Women Want?” // “For Desire” // "Stolen Moments" // "The Numbers" by Kim Addonizio
“Hummingbird” // "For Tess" by Raymond Carver
"The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin
“Bleecker Street, Summer” by Derek Walcott
“Dirge Without Music” // "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Digging” // “Mid-Term Break” // “The Rain Stick” // "Blackberry Picking" // "Twice Shy" by Seamus Heaney
“Dulce Et Decorum Est”by Wilfred Owen
“Notes from a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”by Wislawa Szymborska
"Hour" //"Medusa" byCarol Ann Duffy
“The More Loving One” // “Musée des Beaux Arts” by W.H. Auden
“Small Kindnesses” // "Feeding the Worms" by Danusha Laméris
"Down by the Salley Gardens” // “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats
"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass
"The Last Love Letter from an Entymologist" by Jared Singer
"[i like my body when it is with your]" by e.e. cummings
"Try to Praise the Mutilated World" by Adam Zagajewski
"The Cinnamon Peeler" by Michael Ondaatje
"Last Night I Dreamed I Made Myself" by Paige Lewis
"A Dream Within a Dream" // "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (highly recommend reading the last one out loud or listening to it recited)
"Ars Poetica?" // "Encounter" // "A Song on the End of the World"by Czeslaw Milosz
"Wandering Around an Albequerque Airport Terminal” // "Two Countries” // "Kindness” by Naoimi Shihab Nye
"Slow Dance” by Matthew Dickman
"The Archipelago of Kisses" // "The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel
"Mimesis" by Fady Joudah
"The Great Fires" // "The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart" // "Failing and Flying" by Jack Gilbert
"The Mermaid" // "Virtuosi" by Lisel Mueller
"Macrophobia (Fear of Waiting)" by Jamaal May
"Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong" by Ocean Vuong
"Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou
I would also recommend spending some times with essays, interviews, or other non-fiction, creative or otherwise (especially by other poets) if you want to broaden and improve how you read poetry; they can help give you a wider idea of the landscape behind and beyond the actual poems themselves, or even just let you acquaint yourself with how particular writers see and describe things in the world around them. The following are some of my favourites:
Upstream: Essays by Mary Oliver
"Theory and Play of the Duende" by Federico García Lorca
"The White Bird" and "Some Notes on Song" by John Berger
In That Great River: A Notebook by Anna Kamienska
A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance by Hanif Abdurraqib
The Book of Delights by Ross Gay
"Of Strangeness That Wakes Us" and "Still Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminsky" by Ilya Kaminsky
"The Sentence is a Lonely Place" by Garielle Lutz
Still Life with Oysters and Lemon by Mark Doty
Paris, When It's Naked by Etel Adnan
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familyabolisher · 1 year
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art in all its iterations from writing to music to poetry to visuals to anything else you can think of should be liberated from the assumption of a necessary meritocracy and the suggestion that production of art has to comply with the demands of capital. sites where people can create and share art for free, whilst not insulated from criticism, are more valuable than any publishing house or MFA or prestigious contest. anyone of any skill level or educational background should be able to make and share art and the more work we put in to cleaving our work as far away from logics of capital as we can, the closer we come to facilitating this. this should be a starting point both for artists and for anyone invested in developing a critical practice that undermines and ultimately nullifies the limitations imposed by the pedagogy of the academy.
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lakeofsilverpike · 7 months
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I know that a lot of people did not like Liandrin getting the teaching scene with Nynaeve that was Siuan’s in the book. But may I offer that (aside from possible limitations in Sophie Okonedo’s schedule) I think this choice recognizes that what Liandrin/Siuan did to Nynaeve is abusive. The book treats physical violence as an acceptable and sometimes necessary form of pedagogy. I think the show realizes that physical violence is an unacceptable method of teaching someone that you have power over. Which is not to say the show isn’t still having protagonists do complicated and sometimes bad things (I fully believe Siuan and moiraine would murder someone to further their mission. But that’s different than abusing students). I think that suggesting that Siuan thinks physically attacking a novice is acceptable (given the show understanding that this is very bad. An understand that the book lacks) might be a bridge too far for a character I think we’re supposed to fundamentally think of as good.
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"Fighting is one of the most unpredictable, chaotic sports on the planet yet you have coaches that think the tire drill is effective because they saw it in a Rocky movie. A lot of gyms outside of the ones producing good to great competitors treat fighting like it is a closed sport when in reality, the best knowledge I have gained for my training and coaching has come from basketball drilling & conditioning methods and not methods I’ve received from coaches who focus exclusively on combat sports because many combat sports have almost no extensive theory or pedagogy and treats fighting like a multiple-choice exam. The way many participants view combat sports is entirely wrong because they completely undervalue how much environmental factors play a large role in one’s fighting ability regardless of how they look on the pads or in the gym. Even at the highest level of fighting, you’ll have athletes get paid to fight under a certain ruleset such as in a cage, and never train once inside a cage throughout their whole fight camp leaving them at a tremendous disadvantage that will get exposed even if there is early success prepping in that manner."
Extra relevant for historical fighting where we should be extra careful about context or environmental factors, and with the diversity of rulesets and training areas we could learn a lot by both participating in it all whenever we can, and from picking up ideas from other sports that happen in a variety of competition spaces, or dances from various different social contexts etc.
For anyone who hasn’t yet seen the following links:
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Some advice on how to start studying the sources generally can be found in these older posts
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Remember to check out  A Guide to Starting a Liberation Martial Arts Gym as it may help with your own club/gym/dojo/school culture and approach.Check out their curriculum too.
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Fear is the Mind Killer: How to Build a Training Culture that Fosters Strength and Resilience by   Kajetan Sadowski   may be relevant as well.
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“How We Learn to Move: A Revolution in the Way We Coach & Practice Sports Skills”  by Rob Gray  as well as this post that goes over the basics of his constraints lead, ecological approach.
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Another useful book to check out is  The Theory and Practice of Historical European Martial Arts (while about HEMA, a lot of it is applicable to other historical martial arts clubs dealing with research and recreation of old fighting systems).
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Trauma informed coaching and why it matters
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Look at the previous posts in relation to running and cardio to learn how that relates to historical fencing.
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Why having a systematic approach to training can be beneficial
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Why we may not want one attack 10 000 times, nor 10 000 attacks done once, but a third option.
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How consent and opting in function and why it matters.
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More on tactics in fencing
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The three primary factors to safety within historical fencing
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Worth checking out are this blogs tags on pedagogy and teaching for other related useful posts.
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And if you train any weapon based form of historical fencing check out the ‘HEMA game archive’ where you can find a plethora of different drills, focused sparring and game options to use for effective, useful and fun training.
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Check out the cool hemabookshelf facsimile project.
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For more on how to use youtube content for learning historical fencing I suggest checking out these older posts on the concept of video study of sparring and tournament footage.
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Consider getting some patches of this sort or these cool rashguards to show support for good causes or a t-shirt like to send a good message while at training.
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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months
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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence"
Rated: Explicit
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, subjugation, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, societal issues, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, onlyfans, predatory behavior, gender politics
Summary: Bucky is not pleased when he finds out that his parents tricked him and he's being forced to stay at the school.
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(Wait! I haven't read Part 1 Part 2 yet!)
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Part 3 - A Pedagogy Steeped in Tradition, cont'd
Previously: “How long until you whip him into shape?” Ransom asks as they return back to Steve’s office. They’ve just walked in the room, and James is turning around to look at them as they come through the door.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Steve hems, catching the boy’s gaze and giving him a warm look. “I bet you he’ll be a new James by spring break.”
James’ eyes narrow. “Bucky,” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Bucky,” he repeats peevishly. “Nobody calls me James except my grandparents.”
Steve nods, ignoring the boy’s tone. “Nice to meet you then, Bucky. I take it Sharon had to leave?” Bucky shrugs in lieu of an answer, and Steve allows the attitude to go unchecked only because the boy’s parents are still present. “Sharon is a wonderful Handler,” he tells him instead. “I’m sure the two of you will get along famously.”
Bucky glowers at him. 
Steve catches the eye of the security officer. “Mr. Rumlow, you can take up your post in the hall. Thank you for waiting with him.”
“Sir.” Brock nods and heads out.
“Oh, Bucky, just wait until you see this place, it’s so neat! It’s got such history.” Winnifred gushes about it to her son, trying to get him excited, telling him about all the different things they saw on their tour of Cragside. She calls it a “castle,” which draws a bit of a laugh from Steve. 
“Hardly, Mrs. Barnes,” he chuckles.
“Oh, it’s Drysdale,” she corrects. “My name.”
Steve looks over to Bucky. “Oh. But I thought—”
“I’m remarried,” she explains. “Bucky is from my first marriage. He chooses to use his father’s surname.”
“Ah. I see. My apologies, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve doesn’t miss the sour expression that flits over Bucky’s face. Steve clears his throat and gestures towards the couches. “I’m just having the paperwork drawn up. It should arrive soon. Would you care to take a seat while we wait? Afternoon tea’s an entire thing over here, and it is about that time.”
“Paperwork?” Bucky says, attention sharpening on them. “What paperwork?”
“Nothing to concern yourself with, little one,” Steve says, very aware of the displeasure that flits across Bucky’s face at being addressed that way.
“Whatever,” he mutters. “I’ve already decided I don’t want to go here anyway. It’s an all omegas school. Did you guys know that?” He’s asking his mother and stepfather, and Winnifred sighs while Ransom scoffs.
“It’s exactly the sort of environment you need, you little punk. Can’t be a skank here. All you can do is study. That’s what school’s for.”
“Ransom,” Winnie scolds.
“That’s the sort of thing pompous losers who can’t get laid say,” Bucky tosses back, and Steve makes a quick assumption that there is no love lost between these two.
“I’ll call for the tea,” he says, trying to stop their bickering. It works, somewhat, and the Drysdales sit across from Steve on the room’s conversation couches when the service has been delivered and set out on the coffee table between them. Steve catches Rumlow’s questioning look through the doorway as the servants are leaving, but shakes his head smally, confident that he can handle an unruly pup like Bucky all by himself, if things get testy.
Predictably, Bucky stays standing while the real adults have tea. He ignores his mother when she suggests that he have a seat, and he keeps making aggressive eye contact with Steve each time he comes over to grab another petit four off the tiered stand to eat.
“Oh Bucky, honestly,” Winnifred scolds after the fifth one. “They’re not all just for you.”
Bucky doesn’t respond to her, just shoves most of the scone in his mouth while he confronts Steve with a blunt, “I’m not even gonna apply to this place.” Steve stares him down, but Bucky doesn’t break eye contact, the little shit. 
“Well,” Steve says calmly, “We’re not a university. We’re a boarding school. Our students are enrolled by their guardians. It’s more a transfer of custody than it is your traditional college application.” He watches as Bucky’s face screws up in confusion.
“What?” he says. “What are you talking about?” He turns to the couch where Winnifred and Ransom are sitting. “What’s he talking about?”
WInnifred leans forward anxiously. “Well, honey, we didn’t think you’d agree to come if we told you.”
“Told me what?” Bucky expression is rapidly darkening. He turns on Ransom with a scowl. “What is this place?”
“It’s a reform school. And you’re attending,” Ransom says.
“No. … You’re joking me right now … right? Are you shitting me?”
He shrugs. “I’ve already paid your tuition. You should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you?! I only agreed to this stupid trip because you promised we could go see Stonehenge and some castles and shit! Not so you could imprison me at some fucking oldworld boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere! Fuck you!” 
Winnifred nearly chokes on her tea. “Bucky!”
“This is a very prestigious, traditional, very expensive school, you little shit,” Ransom grits, pointing at Bucky. “Maybe they’ll actually be able to drum some manners into you, teach you how to be a proper omega. You need some good old fashioned discipline. ”
“I really don’t care what you think I need, Rancid,” Bucky snaps. “God. I should’ve known the second I saw that one guy on a leash.” He looks over at Steve with a nasty expression. “You’re one of those red pill Alphas, aren’t you? One of those incels who can’t get laid and blames all your problems on the omegas of the world and modern society and feminism and shit, right?”
“What’s with the obsession with getting laid, Mr. Barnes?” Steve drawls, completely unaffected by Bucky’s tantrum. “This is The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence. We’re a finishing school and reform facility aimed at older teens and young adults; exclusive, secure, and very well-equipped to handle whatever hissy fit you might decide to throw at us. This is a school for the rich and overindulged, but not in the ways you’re probably used to. We tame some of the most spoilt brats in Europe here. So I’d advise you to behave. Things will go much harder for you if you don’t.” Steve knows immediately from watching Bucky’s face fall that this is the first time the kid is hearing the full name of the school said out loud. He resists the urge to laugh about how clueless that makes him. The school’s emblem is printed clear as day all over the place, but Bucky has clearly missed every single sign that litters the campus. “Kids these days,” Steve simpers, staring down the boy’s rapidly darkening expression. “Noses always buried in your phones, huh?”
Bucky’s fingers grip tighter around the cellphone in his hand, glaring, and then he whips around to scowl at Ransom instead. “You,” he growls. “You tricked me!”
Ransom looks like his mind is already elsewhere—perhaps on the rest of the vacation he’s already unashamedly told Steve he plans to take without his pesky stepson in tow. “What can I say? You’re pretty easy to trick.”
“You can’t just leave me here!” Bucky squawks from around another mouthful of food, crumbs scattering to the carpet as he flings the hand that’s holding his scone. “I didn’t even know places like this were a real thing anymore! Like a fucking convent? Like some sort of fucked up juvie-meets-Hogwarts?!”
“Bucky, really,” his mother scolds, lips pursed. “You’re making a mess on Principal Rogers’ floor.”
Steve waves her off. “That’s alright, Mrs. Drysdale.” He looks at Bucky. “You’ll be surprised just how well it works, Cupcake. You’ll have no distractions from your education here.” The ‘Cupcake’ obviously goes over like a lead balloon with Bucky, if his continuing glower is anything to go by. Steve ignores the kid’s petulance and turns back to converse with the parents. “The girls’ school still operates down in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, at our original campus. A generous benefactor donated this estate, so now all of our male students attend here at Cragside.”
“Finishing school,” Bucky grumbles over to the side, still displeased. “This is bullshit.”
 “Language, Mr. Barnes,” Steve corrects blithely, and keeps on with Winnifred, “My business partner, Ms. Carter, she’s to act as Headmistress there moving forward. ‘Carter Girls’ Academy’ is now its own entity and will operate independent of this institution.” He looks back to Bucky and locks eyes with him. “Sorry to disappoint you, but out here it’s just us boys, I’m afraid.”
It’s laughably obvious how Steve does not fit into any category with Bucky, let alone that of “boy,” and Steve is pleased to note a light dusting of color on the kid’s cheeks after that. Bucky goes tight-lipped once again, and Steve leaves him to his teenaged sulking as he finishes entertaining the parents and assuring them that their son will be well looked after during his time at school. The paperwork for Bucky’s admission arrives and is reviewed, and soon Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale have signed their son over to Steve’s care and are saying their goodbyes.
Winnifred pulls him into a long hug, which Bucky tolerates with limp arms. “Be good,” Steve hears her say. “And remember how generous your stepfather’s being.”
“Sixty grand a semester,” Ransom mutters on the way out, reminding Steve that money can’t buy class.
One of the school prefects is waiting out in the hall to act as escort, Brock standing directly against the opposite side of the hallway in his security guard gear. Steve catches Bucky looking at the man like he’s gauging his chances of making a run for it, but luckily the boy relents and turns away from the door with a huff. Steve sees the parents out and then finally pushes the heavy office door closed.
The room is suddenly twenty times more silent than it was before, though not much has changed other than who’s occupying it. 
Without turning to look at Bucky, Steve walks leisurely over to the office’s wall of windows. He waits there for a moment, until the Drysdales appear in the courtyard below. He watches placidly as they walk to their car and get in, heading off down the drive within the next few moments. Cragside is abutted by forest on every side but one, and soon the trees block the car from view, and there’s nothing more to see. Still, Steve remains standing there, looking out the windows at the grounds and letting the silence stretch out, the tension build, as the boy behind him stares his fill. (Steve is not unaware of what he looks like from the back in a tailored suit.)
Finally, he turns around. Bucky is still standing there in the middle of the room, looking rooted to the spot. He seems apprehensive now that it’s just the two of them, some of his earlier bravado leached away. But after a moment he seems to collect himself, and he winds up jutting his jaw out again. 
Steve’s mouth quirks at that lingering bit of defiance. He always has enjoyed the process of breaking in a new student. “Alright, Honey,” he says softly. “That was fun back there. But now it’s time for the two of us to get properly acquainted, don’t you think?” He beckons him closer with a finger. “Come over here and let me have a look at you.”
Bucky doesn’t move, so Steve sighs and goes to him, fitting one hand to the front of his neck when he gets there. He holds him right underneath his jaw, pushing up to make Bucky look at him. Steve’s hand looks massive against the boy’s delicate throat, and he digs in with his thumb against the glands. Bucky lets out a sweet little gasp of sensitivity that Steve absolutely relishes. “You’re nervous,” he observes. He watches the fluttering of Bucky’s eyelids at his firm touch, his deep tone. Something between fondness and yearning flares in Steve’s belly, pleasurable and aching, like pressing on an old bruise. He ignores it, instead murmuring, “You’ve never had an Alpha, have you?”
Bucky’s eyes flick up to him. “I’m not a virgin,” he sneers. “I’ve fucked alphas before.”
Steve scoffs. “That’s not what I said.” He sees Bucky’s brow furrowing, so he cuts him off with a little scruff. “I said: you’ve never had an Alpha before.” He pulls against his jaw a little harder, watching the reaction it elicits in those angry blue eyes. “Don’t play coy with me, boy. Answer the question. You haven’t, have you?”
“No,” Bucky answers tightly. “I haven’t.” 
Steve nods. He relaxes his hand some. “Then that means most of this is all going to be new to you. You’ve had a liberal education, a lax upbringing. A lot’s going to be asked of you while you’re here. There’ll be a lot you don’t know. You’ll make mistakes, you’ll struggle sometimes. And that’s okay. Rome wasn’t built in a day, now was it?” He strokes softly over the boy’s fluttering pulsepoint and Voices, “I do, however, expect you to be respectful and obedient. Do you understand?” 
Bucky whimpers, though Steve isn’t being unkind. In fact he’s Voiced very softly to him just now, letting the dominant tone of it creep into the words he’s saying, letting it enrich them without hardening them, so that Bucky can really start to get a taste for it. The boy’s eyelids visibly flutter and his lips part as he starts to breathe open-mouthed. Then his tongue darts out to lick his lips as he tries to get a handle on himself. It’s cute. 
Steve circles the pad of his thumb over his bonding gland. “Has anyone ever Voiced to you before, baby?” 
Bucky nods. “Uh huh.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Steve gently corrects. “Who?”
“Who ... huh?”
Steve chuckles. “Aw, don’t go stupid on me yet, honey. I asked you: who’s Voiced to you before?”
“Oh. Just, um, just some … some guys … n’ a girl, from school. Hey,” he frowns, “M’not stupid.” 
“Hush. You get worked up too easy. Just try and stay calm for me, yeah?” A thrill travels through Steve’s body as he watches Bucky’s lips part and his face slacken. He’s so easy for it. In his slacks, Steve’s cock pulses with interest. “Oh Sweetie,” he coos. “You don’t know what Voicing is, if you think one of your little classmates did it to you.” 
Under his hand, Bucky shivers. “What?” he croaks.
It’s no wonder. If all he’s ever experienced are the best attempts of a few pubertal teenagers, then a grown ass man like Steve is bound to feel like a lot. It’s like giving a shot of hard liquor to a kid who’s never drank before. The poor thing has no tolerance. Steve guides him over to the couch, where he sits and encourages Bucky to kneel with a guiding hand pressing down on his shoulder. “There you go,” he praises as Bucky’s knees hit the floor, not missing how the boy’s brow furrows adorably at the change in positioning. 
“I … I don’t …” He looks insulted and confused about how he arrived there, staring down at his knees on the carpet as if they’ve just betrayed him by folding so easily.
“It’s okay,” Steve soothes. “That’s normal. I know it can be a little unsettling at first, that won’t last. You’ll learn to enjoy it, embrace it, even. And it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of.” 
“Ashamed of … what?” Bucky asks, swallowing thickly when Steve touches his neck again. He jerks back, the Alpha’s hand left hovering in the air between them. 
Steve sighs sadly and lets his hand drop. “Submission, Sweetheart. That urge to bare your neck? Going to your knees for me just now? It’s what made that feel right.” He watches the realization bloom on Bucky’s face and the fear leak into his eyes, the way he glances back down to his own body like he’s never seen it before. Steve makes sure to be gentle with him as he says, “It’s not a bad thing to give in when you get the urge. Your body craves it. Your brain thrives on it.” 
“On what?” Bucky growls nastily. “Getting into blowjob position for my principal?”
Steve forces himself not to laugh and instead raises an eyebrow that he hopes looks threatening. “Thrives on submission,” he corrects. “It’s already in you, an innate reflex, but for whatever reason you’ve trained yourself out of it. You’ll have to relearn those behaviors.”
“What behaviors,” Bucky asks, “grovelling?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Hardly. Things like humility, and subservience, thinking before you speak. Don’t worry, most of our matriculating students are out of practice at best, we know you need a lot of help. That’s why you get the staff, your teachers, me. And of course your Handler, who’s in charge of you completely.” He sees Bucky’s expression sour and sternly adds, “Completely, Bucky. When your Handler asks you to do something, it isn’t a request. If they tell you to kneel, or to sit on their lap, or even strip naked in front of them in a public space, then that’s what you do. That’s how it works here. And if you resist, you can count on punishment.” He watches as Bucky’s visage darkens, a storm of contempt gathering behind his eyes.
“Naked?” he says, scowling. “What the hell are you talking about?”
 “Shh,” Steve chides, trying to calm him with a pet to the head. Bucky hisses in rejection though, trying to jerk away, so Steve acts decisively. He grabs the back of his neck, scruffing him and forcing him in close. “Don’t fight, Bucky. Just calm down, rest your head down here.” Bucky grunts and pulls, but that only lasts a second before the Hold and Steve’s Voice make him go limp with a confused whimper. Steve hushes him and strokes his hair. “You’re okay … Take a deep breath ... There you go, good girl.” He waits. “… Now, I'm going to explain a few things for you. I want you to listen.”
Bucky grumbles unhappily from his spot between Steve’s legs, his cheek smooshed against the Alpha’s thigh muscle. “What punishments?” he growls.
“Hush.” Steve presses Bucky’s face against his leg and waits until he feels the next shudder of submission travel through his body. “Okay. Okay, good.” He inhales. “So, punishment. That can be lots of things. It can be spanking, or lines, or restraints at bedtime. It just depends on the situation and what your Handler feels is going to help you best in that specific situation. Often it’ll involve losing privileges of some sort; to your favorite activities or your clothing, or even bathroom privileges if you—”
“What?!”
Steve squeezes his neck again. “We can start right now if you need it,” he purrs, the threat coming through loud and clear despite his calm tone. He waits, and is pleased when Bucky offers no further bratting over the issue. “Okay, good.” He returns to petting him, fingers carding through his short, soft hair. There’s product in it, and Steve would bet money it’s blow-dried. He finds himself wanting to feel it in its natural state. “If you leave your hair alone after a shower,” he murmurs. “Does it dry curly?”
Bucky whines and squirms and completely ignores the question. “You just wanna humiliate me.”
“No, baby,” Steve tuts sadly. “That’s not it at all. I know it’ll seem that way sometimes, especially in the beginning. But this is all for you, I promise. To benefit you in the long run. To make you happy. Everything we do at this school is based on what the science has proven, okay? Evidence-based practice, that’s all. We wouldn’t use these methods if they didn’t work.”
“... what methods?” Bucky asks, voice tiny.
Steve hums and rubs behind his ear. “I’m sure a lot of it will seem old fashioned to you. It is old fashioned, or ‘traditional’ if you like. You met Sharon earlier, yes?” He waits for Bucky’s grunt of acknowledgement before he continues, “She’ll be your Handler. She’s personally assigned to you and nobody else, so she’ll be with you every day all day, almost everywhere you go.”
“Great,” Bucky complains
“It’s a good thing. She’s here to help you with your needs. Just think of her like … like a service animal, yeah? Just a tool to help you succeed.”
“Does she heel and sit?” Bucky mutters, and Steve laughs in surprise.
“No. The other way around, if anything. You have a schedule. You’ll attend the classes and activities that’re set out for you, and you’ll comport yourself with dignity and respect.”
“You assume I know how to do that,” Bucky grumbles, and Steve scoffs and scruffs him playfully,
“Don’t worry about if you don’t know certain things, Sharon will guide you. You’ll never be punished for not knowing something, Buck. Only for disrespect or disobedience.” He pauses for a moment, letting the information sink in. He pets Bucky’s hair and watches where the kid’s got his eyes closed tight. “Do you understand?” he asks, but Bucky doesn’t answer, not even after a few seconds, so Steve gives the back of his neck another firm squeeze. “You don’t have control anymore, Sweetheart. Not over anything. And far from upsetting you, that should make you feel relieved. By the time you leave here it will.” 
Not shockingly, Bucky growls. It’s just a piddly little thing from high up in his throat—an omega’s weak attempt at a sound their bodies aren’t equipped to make—but the intent behind it is clear. He struggles to pull away, Steve Holding him and pushing his face against his thigh until it passes. “Shhh. Calm down. Stop pulling away from me.”
Bucky continues to fight it for a second or two, but eventually he breaks off in an angry little sob. “Lemme go,” he grunts, embarrassed. “What is that? What’re you doing?”
“Holding you,” Steve tells him calmly. “Another thing I suspect you’re completely virgin to.”
Bucky huffs and shivers against him. “Shuddup,” he sniffles. “That’s not true.”
“Mhm. Some more of your school buddies?” Steve guesses, unsurprised when the kid’s flaming face tells him that he’s got it pegged just about right. “I see,” he says sadly. “So it wasn’t what people made it sound like, right? It didn’t make you feel any better. Then you got disappointed and you thought: ‘that’s it?’”
“No …”
“Mmhm. And since it wasn’t good enough, you decided you wouldn’t bother behaving the way anybody said you should. You figured there’s something wrong with you, so what’s the point in trying? Might as well act out, get attention that way. Because at least then you’d be getting a response from people. Am I getting warm?”
“Lemme go,” Bucky mumbles miserably.
“I’d like to, Sweetheart. But I don’t want to let go if you’re not ready.” Steve maneuvers his hand so that his thumb can dig more directly into Bucky’s glands. The omega moans, though he obviously hears himself and tries to stifle the sound. It’s both sweet and pathetic, and it makes Steve wince in sympathy. “It’s okay to react,” he tells him quietly. “Do you know why it feels like that?” 
He isn’t expecting an answer from the kid, and he doesn’t get one. Bucky just cringes and tries to hide as much of his face against Steve’s thigh as possible, holding back the sounds that obviously want to come and making a face like he’s trying with all his might not to pass gas.
Steve tuts in gentle reprimand. “They call them the ‘happy hormones’. Dopamine, Serotonin, Oxytocin, Omgestrin.” He lets up on the pressure of his Hold when the smell of omega arousal hits the air. Bucky exhales hugely and slumps against him, all the tension from holding back his vocalizations leaving him in a rush. Steve hums knowingly. “You’ll learn about the science behind it in your classes.”
“I have to go to class?” Bucky asks, sounding wiped out. “Today?”
“No baby. Today is just for getting you settled in.” Steve tilts his head as he considers him. “Do you think you’re ready to work with me, or do you still feel like you’re gonna act up if I let go?” He waits him out patiently, knowing that when it’s new and unfamiliar, the first response most omegas give to having all of their control stripped away is fear and discomfort. “It’s okay if you need time,” he offers. “We can stay here for a little while longer.”
Eventually, Bucky gives a strained little shake of the head, his flushed cheek moving against Steve’s pants leg. But it’s more the fact that he’s visibly thought about his answer before giving it that convinces Steve they might be okay to move forward.
“Okay, good,” he praises, letting up most of the pressure from the back of Bucky’s neck. He smiles in relief when the boy doesn’t pull away. “Very good, Honey. I can tell you’re trying, and I appreciate that. You’re doing okay.” Bucky makes an unhappy little sound in his throat, but it’s more privately grumpy than it is bratty, so Steve lets it pass. “You’re a smart boy,” he tells him, carding a hand through his hair. “I’ve seen your transcripts, so I know you’re very bright. Smart omega like you, I’m sure you’ve got an idea about what’s landed you here. Some clue about why you’re in my office right now instead of back home in Boston. Am I right?”
“... yes,” Bucky whispers, like he’s still recovering the ability to articulate.
“Mmhm. Thought so.” Steve pets his hair. “Think you can tell me a little bit about that?” 
“... I get in trouble for things.”
“Yes. Your parents told me that.” Steve feels him start to tense at the mention of his parents. “I know you disagree with them on this. Hell, you probably disagree on most topics, right? You don’t want to be here, don’t think you need to be, and they think you do.” Bucky nods teresely and Steve hums. “Well don’t worry, I’m not going to make you lie and say you’re happy about being here. I know you’re not. But can we at least agree on one thing? That for whatever reason, and no matter where you think it stems from, you’ve been uncomfortable for a while?”
Against Steve’s leg, Bucky is tense. He gives a tiny nod. “Yeah,” he breathes.
“Okay. And could we maybe agree that the way you’ve acted hasn’t exactly gotten you where you wanted to be?”
Bucky scoffs. “Yeah. You could say that.”
Steve smiles sadly. “Okay. Okay, good. So that’s two things we can agree on. I bet I have your parents beat on that front, then, huh?” He scritches playfully behind the kid’s ear, but stills when it doesn’t elicit anything positive. “So, why do you think that is, Bucky? Why do you think you’ve had these issues?”
“Dunno,” he pouts. “I don’t think about it that much.”
“Well why do you think a judge agreed that your parents should have custody of you for an extra two years?” Steve asks. “Would you say you do things impulsively?”
Bucky shrugs. “I guess.”
“Hm. That doesn’t surprise me. I’ve met a lot of boys like you. Even helped a few of them, if you can believe it.”
Bucky grumbles at that, shifting restlessly on his knees. “You don’t know me,” he mutters. He tucks his face farther down, and then Steve catches the angry little “... this is bullshit” that he whispers under his breath. 
Steve pulls his hand away abruptly and widens his legs so that no part of him is touching Bucky. The omega sways in place and makes a fragile noise of surprise. He looks up at Steve and blinks, looking bereft. Poor thing hadn’t even realized he was taking such comfort from the contact until it was gone. 
“Stand up,” Steve says sharply, using his Voice and the abrupt switch in tone to catch the boy off guard. Bucky obeys without even thinking about it, rising to his feet in front of Steve with a light frown, once again looking like he can’t quite understand why he’s obeying Steve’s commands. Steve nods at him. “Good. Now take off all your clothes.”
“What?”
He prevents a tantrum by reaching forward himself and undoing Bucky’s belt. “Your clothes,” he repeats. “Take them off and show me your body, right now.” He plays on the boy’s pride by tacking on a scornful, “What? I thought you said you weren’t some shy virgin. Gotta get over that embarrassment real fast, Little one.” 
It works like a charm, Bucky’s countenance screwing up in anger before it smooths out again with false bravado. He squares his shoulders and makes direct eye contact with Steve as he toes off his shoes and finishes undoing his pants. He pushes them down and kicks them off to the side, then pulls his sweater hurriedly overhead. He stares at Steve once it’s off, and he probably thinks he’s acting so big and brave, but Steve sees him for exactly what he is: a scared little boy who doesn’t think he can depend on anybody else. 
“Panties too, Sweetheart,” Steve prods, and when Bucky can’t seem to bring himself to do it, he leans forward to help. He gently pulls the omega’s underwear down, easing the waistband past his genitals and down his thighs. He encourages him with gentle touches to step out, and then Bucky winds up holding onto his shoulders for balance as he helps him step out of the socks, one foot at a time. By the time Steve’s sitting back on the couch to have a good look at him, Bucky’s standing before him completely naked. 
Steve’s eyes track down to where he holds his arms ramrod straight at his sides, hands curled into tight little fists in an obvious effort not to cover himself. “Good girl,” Steve praises. “That was very good. Thank you.” He lets his eyes rake obviously up and down Bucky’s body, enjoying the sight of him, but more importantly letting Bucky see that he’s enjoying the sight of him. “You’re just lovely,” he tells him. On the Persian carpet, Bucky’s feet shuffle, shifting his weight in disquiet. “Shhh,” Steve chides softly. “Be still now, Honey. Let me look.”
The looking is, of course, not so much for Steve’s benefit as it is for Bucky’s. Steve’s already seen pictures and medical charts detailing every square inch of the omega’s body. This is about giving Bucky a taste of what it truly means to be vulnerable. He needs to feel seen, exposed, before he can ever truly learn to give in to his submissive urges. And he needs to learn to trust. Trust that the person caring for him won’t hurt him or let him down after he’s made himself vulnerable. It’s something that can only be gained through moments like this; experiences where he shows his metaphorical belly and bears his metaphorical neck. The more he learns to do that, the easier it’ll be to give in to what his body needs.
“Turn around and face the other way,” Steve says quietly, though still using his Voice to help him along in these first few moments of nakedness. Bucky obeys, turning, and Steve makes sure to rumble low in his chest for the boy to hear his approval. “Good girl,” he praises.
“M’not a girl,” Bucky grumbles, annoyed.
Steve tuts. “Come on, Buck. I’ve got two masters degrees and a Ph.D. And I just saw your little cocklet, didn’t I?”
“... yeah,” Bucky admits, though he also sullenly repeats: “M’not a girl,” under his breath.
“It’s a term of affection,” Steve scolds, eyes raking over the omega’s pert little backside. “Now be a good girl and stand still while Alpha looks at you.” 
Bucky’s buttocks tense, the sides flexing gorgeously in response to the domination of being called a “good girl” all over again. That flex of muscles is involuntary, and a dead giveaway that if Steve were to grab his cheeks and spread them right now, he’d probably find his little hole clenching and releasing, too. In his slacks, Steve’s cock thickens with renewed interest. Bucky starts to whine almost subvocally. He shuffles his weight on his feet again, and the motion causes the room’s light to catch on a faint sheen. It’s a small amount, but it’s there. Right by his taint and the swell of his little sac, he’s got some slick smeared on his inner thighs.
Steve has to take a deep breath and give his dick a cruel pinch while he’s still got Bucky facing the other way. “Good,” he murmurs, letting a few more seconds tick by. “Very good.” 
Bucky’s ass keeps flexing, muscles tensed and his hands still clenched up into tight little balls at his sides. “Can I move?” he grits.
“Not yet. Be still.”
Steve knows what’s going on in the kid’s mind and body right now. Most people watching Bucky would only recognize the anger, or the fear. It is those things, to an extent, but that’s not all it is. Even without that tantalizing little smear of slick, Steve would know, because can detect the deeper scent of satisfied omega. Bucky’s responding well to the orders and directions, miniscule as they are.
“Nobody wants to bully you here, honey,” Steve tells him gently. “It might feel like that at first. I bet that’s how you feel right now. I know you’re not used to such a … traditional pedagogy. But I want you to know I’m not doing this to be mean. Nothing that happens to you during your time here is done just to humiliate or demean you. It might make you feel that way at first, but in the end you’ll see that this is about helping you.”
Bucky’s facing the other side of the room, but Steve still hears the disbelieving scoff he gives. “I don’t feel like this is helping,” he says, tacking on a sarcastic “Sir” at the end.
Steve calmly leans forward and flicks the boy’s sac. Bucky yelps and all but jumps out of his skin, looking back over his shoulder with wide eyes and an outraged scoff. “Hey!”
“Hush. Turn back around and stand still.” Steve raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’d like another?” It’s almost amusing, how fast Bucky’s lips seal themselves into a thin line and he shakes his head with wide eyes. He turns around as ordered, and Steve softens. “Look,” he says gently. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now, and I’ve helped a lot of boys like you, okay? 
“You think you have,” Bucky counters mutinously, shoulders tensing a second later as he anticipates having his balls flicked again for brattiness.
The only reason Steve doesn’t do so, is because this is a point worth addressing. “No, Baby,” he counters sadly. “It works. It really does. This isn't just an Alpha’s ego talking, or whatever you may think it is. I haven’t been Headmaster at this school for almost two decades for nothing. Trust me, we produce the desired results.”
“... whose, though?”
“Excuse me?”
Bucky shifts nervously. “Whose? Desired results?”
Steve has got to smirk at Bucky’s backside, at that one. Even cowed, it’s clear this boy is going to be a challenge. “Let’s just put it this way,” he drawls. “If my methods here didn’t produce well-behaved omegas, parents wouldn’t still be sending me their children to educate at sixty-grand a semester. And if that doesn’t carry weight in your book, then think of this: If my methods didn’t produce happy, grateful omegas, then all of my omega alumnus wouldn’t still be donating millions of their own dollars back to their alma mater each year, now would they?”
He can see from the way that Bucky’s posture slackens, then stiffens, then slackens all over again, that the boy can’t come up with a counter argument to that one. “Good,” Steve says with finality. “Remember that. I really do mean it, Bucky. I want you to take it to heart when I tell you that everything that happens while you're here is for you. To make you happy and healthy.” He can practically hear Bucky’s brain working up there, and sure enough it only takes a moment or two more of bare-assed vulnerability before the omega is snottily asking,
“Any other advice, Headmaster?”
“Oh sure,” Steve says cheerfully. “For example, I’d definitely advise you to try and reign in your attitude while you’re here. You and your ass will have a much easier time of it, if you do.” He’s laying it on heavy right now, but he’s had plenty of students like Bucky, and he’s always found that it’s best to come in hard and fast with the dominance, take them by surprise and play to their bodies’ own instincts before they can gather too much of a defense. Still, he switches to speaking in his most gentle and reassuring Voice as he tells him, “You’re handling this well, Bucky. I’m pleased with you so far.” He gives it another long moment, and then he murmurs, “Okay, Honey. You can turn back around now. Face me.”
Bucky turns slowly, one foot at a time, shifting on the carpet until he’s made a full turn. Steve isn’t surprised to see his little cocklet at half mast. He smiles gently to let him know it’s okay. “I expected that,” he tells him. “Did you know that it’s normal for your body to react that way?” He waits, but Bucky gives no answer. He’s glaring at the floor and quite obviously clenching his teeth. Steve hums. “You’re probably pissed at me right now, yeah?”
“Yes.”
Steve chuckles. “I appreciate your honesty, Bucky,” he teases. “And I know you’re pissed. It’s obvious. I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” He pauses, waiting until Bucky’s eyes flick up to him before he pointedly looks at the boy’s penis. “But you’re also aroused. Why do you think that is?” Bucky’s lips tighten into a thin, unanswering line, and Steve sits forward on the couch cushion. “C’mere.” He spreads his legs wider and pats his knee. “Step closer to me,” he Voices, and that time Bucky does listen and come closer, despite the attitudinal little huff he gives. Steve stills him with hands on his hips. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, before reaching to take him in hand.
Bucky gasps, his stomach sucking in and his body tensing up like he’ll pull away. Steve’s palm makes a loud ‘clap!’ as he delivers a quick smack to the side of his ass. “Be still.”
“... what’re you gonna do?” Bucky squeaks.
“I’m going to touch your genitals,” Steve tells him calmly. “And you’re going to hold still, unless you want to earn your first spanking.” He looks up at him, meeting those wide eyes with a calm nod. “I’ll put you over my knee right now if you need it,” he promises. Then he raises an eyebrow. “Do you need it, boy?”
Bucky’s face screws up, and Steve is honestly surprised when he controls himself enough that the only thing out of his mouth is a terse, “No.” 
Steve smacks him again. “‘No Alpha’. Let me hear you say it.”
Jaw working in frustration, Bucky acquiesces with a gritted, “No, Alpha.”
Steve gives him a few seconds more of the warning look, just to make sure that he knows he’ll make good on the threat if he needs to. “Good,” he says, looking back between Bucky’s legs. “You know,” he muses, as he takes his time admiring the omega’s little prick. “This school isn’t just a place for academic learning. We teach all the classics, of course, but that’s probably the least important part of our curriculum. There are a lot of other things to learn: Manners, etiquette, self-care … and how to listen to your own body, how to understand what it’s trying to tell you, how to interpret the things you feel.” He cups his hand over Bucky’s cocklet and balls, holding them delicately in his palm. “I’ve barely touched you, yet you’re harder now than you were even thirty seconds ago. Do you know why?”
Above, Bucky gulps. “... fear boner,” he whispers, and when Steve snorts at that, he pouts and asserts, “It’s a thing.”
Steve smiles. “That’s cute, but no.” Gently, he takes Bucky’s stiff little prick in hand and plays with the wrinkle of foreskin that’s bunched at the tip. “Omegas are less than four percent of the population,” he murmurs. “And alphas not even double that. Which means, that despite your natural inclinations, you wind up spending most of your time around a bunch of betas. Of course it wouldn’t have been that way historically. Those things used to be arranged, but in modern society it has unfortunately become all too common.” He peeks upwards, pleased to see that Bucky’s staring down at him with parted lips and flushed cheeks.
“S-so?” he breathes.
“So, right now you’re in a room with an adult alpha male who’s touching you, and talking to you, and dominating you. And you’re biologically geared to respond to those things, especially when you haven’t had much regular exposure to alphas. That just increases your sensitivity. So that when I use my Voice, when you smell my scent, or when you see my big hand covering your tiny sex …” he cups him fully between his legs again and gives a little jostle “It’s all hardwired into your brain as positive, pleasurable. Your body likes it, seeks out more of it. That’s why you’re even getting a little wet right now.”
Bucky bristles in defense, “I’m not—”
“Shh. You don’t have to do that, honey. I already know.” Steve holds his prick and eases the foreskin down, revealing the delicate pink tip of him with an approving hum. “Mmhm. There it is. Look at that sweet little nubbin.” 
Bucky all but stumbles into him, whispering a breathless, “Alpha …”
“That’s right. Good girl.” Steve steadies him with a chuckle. “You’re okay. Don’t lock your knees, honey. See what happens?” He trails a fingertip over the adorable little line of Bucky’s erection, eliciting another whimper from the boy. “It’s okay for you to call me that. I am your Alpha while you’re under custody here, and you may not think you care about that, but your body does. So even though you’re feeling all these other kinds of other emotions right now—anger, fear, embarrassment; your mind and body are still going to fight you on it. They’re gonna prioritize and respond to what you need, and if you don’t change your behavior to reflect those same priorities, then the only outcome you’re gonna get is dysfunction and illness.”
“I’m not,” Bucky says weakly, brow furrowed. “M’not dysfunctive.” 
Steve smiles sadly. “Well first off, that’s not a word, baby.” He pulls on Bucky’s hips and leans back further into the couch, urging the boy to come down to sit on his lap. When he does, Syteve cups his chin and pecks him gently on the lips. It’s the most chaste kiss to ever exist, but the boy is still blushing when Steve pulls back enough to see his cheeks. Steve wraps an arm around his waist to draw him in against his larger body. “Now Bucky, I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to answer right away. I want you to take time to really think about it. And when you’re ready, you tell me.” 
The boy’s looking up at him with wide, confused eyes that pluck at Steve’s heart, and Steve swipes his thumb just under his plush lower lip. “When’s the last time you were happy?” he asks quietly. Bucky’s expression instantly screws up, but Steve hushes him. “I don’t mean just happy from having fun in the moment, or from a specific thing that happened. I mean ‘happy’ as in content, consistently and thoroughly. When’s the last time you can remember when you felt truly settled in your skin?” 
Bucky frowns. “I …”
“Shh. Remember what I said. Not right now. You just think on it.” Steve offers him a tender look and squeezes his chin. “You think you can do that for me?”
“... okay,” Bucky whispers. 
Steve smiles. “Good girl.” He claps his hand on Bucky’s leg. “In the meantime, we’ve got quite a few things we have to do to get you set up: administrative and practical. Are you ready to see your room, get your uniform, a tour of the grounds, all that good stuff?”
Bucky nods, looking almost faint in relief—likely at hearing that he’s going to be given clothing. “Yes,” he breathes eagerly. “Please.”
Steve chuckles and pats his waist. “Thought you might say that. Alright boy, get up. We’ve got a lot to do.”
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dragonomatopoeia · 8 months
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not from the us but you viscerally reminded me of the time we had a discussion in english class on how to improve the learnig process and i, the best in class, who learned much better from games/music/etc, suggested to make the lessons a bit more fun. the teacher and all the other students scoffed and laughed at me like i said we should abolish education entirely. still vividly remember how i sat there for the rest of the class completely and utterly baffled. schools am i right.
the idea that education and pedagogy have to necessarily follow extremely rigid and stressful models without any room for play is routinely damaging. we have years of evidence that current academic models have negatively impacted students, with increased depression, anxiety, and instances of literal traumatic stress disorders developing among students.
not to mention lack of respect and opportunities for self-direction have well-documented effects on the human psyche, and when you have students subjected to constant scrutiny from both authority figures and their peers, in addition to the impact of disrupted sleep patterns, you have the perfect formula for fucking up a kid's emotional regulation and willingness to learn
like. humans have literal neurochemical mechanisms that inhibit our ability to learn effectively if we're in stressful situations. ask any adult who loudly hates math why they dislike it so much, and the answer will, nine times out of ten, be The Way It Was Taught. and yet, because This is The Way Things Are, any challenge or attempts to improve things somewhat are met with scorn
but yeah you'd expect it to be common sense that people like when things are enjoyable and do not like being made to feel disrespected and stupid. and therefore education would be more effective if it empowered students and wasn't, y'know, a nightmarish pedagogical panopticon designed for maximum efficiency at a sizable human cost. but for some reason that's a really hard sell
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Preliminary results of a new study suggest systemic racism in Quebec schools is adversely impacting Black youth, and the researchers who conducted the study say some pedagogical practices need to change.
The study, led by University of Ottawa assistant professor Lerona Lewis, said teaching approaches in Quebec schools are causing some Black youth to feel excluded.
“What we’re trying to show,” explained Lewis, “is in the Quebec context, how systemic racism operates in the classroom by the teachers’ pedagogical practices.” [...]
“A lot of teachers have implicit biases,” she noted. “They have these presuppositions or stuff that they think they know about Black people, and that’s coming through in their pedagogy.”
Another issue researchers found is a perception by Black students of over-surveillance. It’s something Gloria Ann Cozier, one of the researchers and a member of the LMRC, said staff there have been hearing.
“Even police patrolling around the schools which many Black children attend,” she said. “It’s very interesting.”
Lewis also pointed to another student complaint respondents spoke about — how issues that concern Black communities are taught.
“Within the classroom, you found that Black issues pertaining to Black students were both ignored and presented in a way that was kind of, one can say, uncaring,” she noted. [...]
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"In queer film criticism, mainstream cinema has long stood as the culprit in distasteful and harmful depictions of LGBT people. To many critical and scholarly accounts, its history is laden with ruthless Hollywood directors and executives sensationalizing or censoring sexuality and gender variance. Accordingly, Hollywood and other mainstream industries made films littered with the vilified stereotypes of the helpless pansy, the prurient lesbian vampire, the self- loathing and confused closet case, the insatiable bisexual, and the depraved transsexual. And as one might assume, their narrative outcomes were almost always bleak. That is, of course, if the film could even get away with explicitly representing queerness instead of just alluding to or encoding it, as was the case during the Hays Code years. For critics and scholars, these texts reflected an oppressive culture determined to malign queers. The result of these depictions, it has been argued, is to help construct or reinforce harmful ideas and, for queer spectators, to produce feelings of self- disgust and inadequacy. It is in this way that trauma and harm— both self- inflicted and motivating hate in others— get centralized in queer film scholarship that charts non-avant-garde histories pre–New Queer Cinema.
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In its affective politics, much scholarly queer film historiography begins to look, as Sedgwick would put it, quite “paranoid.” After all, the narrators of this history meet Sedgwick’s criteria for paranoid readings: to anticipate an object’s harm; to have faith in the ideological exposure, demystification, and decryption of its harm; and to generate others’ analogous participation by way of making paranoia teachable and mimetic. I want to stress that Russo is not the only paranoid reader in this historiography, notwithstanding his resounding influence. Reading queer cinema scholarship through the years reveals that pleasure is too often taken as suspect. The default starting point is frequently homophobia, heteronormativity, and heterosexism, the scholar then positing how these problematically structure viewer desire and identification. Further, from gender studies to film studies courses, the 1995 documentary The Celluloid Closet (Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman) continues to be a mainstay of queer film pedagogy. The film version, like the book, enjoins its readers to adopt a certain kind of interrogative practice that takes representation at face value. This becomes a teachable narrative with a cogent argument and streamlined thesis about queer film history. Epstein and Friedman’s documentary, Heather Love suggests, echoes Russo’s aim to chart what she provisionally calls the “trauma of queer spectatorship.” Love, however, shrewdly observes that something felicitous happens in translation from book to screen. Although it follows the overall structure of the book, the documentary version of The Celluloid Closet (1995) supplements Russo’s narration with a polyphony of voices— ranging from scholarly expertise to personal anecdote— from critics, actors, and directors who all have close relationships to the queer films cited. Love writes, “[T] he use of interviews creates the atmosphere of a group screening, in which knowing subjects speak over and against the images we see on the screen and also drain them of their pathologizing force.” Love here pinpoints how the documentary functions as a (conscious or not) reparative modifier to Russo’s severe approach, lending other viewpoints and positions to a queer spectatorial past. Such voices, I would agree, mitigate the perceived trauma of queer spectatorship by giving necessary voice to negative affects and by restoring the place of pleasure, awkward and shameful as it may be at times. Take, for example, Harvey Fierstein’s bashfully revealing his love for and identification with the stereotype of the sissy; or recall Susie Bright relishing Mrs. Danvers’s fur fetishism in Rebecca (Alfred Hitchcock, 1940). By including clips from and romantic montages of different queer films, or even films with sparse queer moments, the documentary tacitly sidesteps Russo’s line of argumentation, thereby enacting a form of reparative historicizing that subordinates— in moments— trauma to pleasure. It brings to bear the alternate histories, where structures of multiple feelings are brought to the fore."
Marc Francis, For Shame!: On the History of Programming Queer Bad Objects
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Ballet in the Media
Hey guys, I know this is a long-awaited list. This post contains books, news sources, and forums that focus on ballet. Obviously, this list contains official/public sites only. Suggestions about sites or titles to add are always welcome. In the future, I want to expand the list to include documentaries.
Books
(This section is limited to English for now)
History/Criticism
Bolshoi Confidential: Secrets of the Russian Ballet by Simon Morrison
Apollo's Angels: A History of Ballet by Jennifer Homans
The Ballet Lover by Barbara L. Baer
Celestial Bodies: How to Look at Ballet by Laura Jacobs
The Great History of Russian Ballet by Evdokia Belova
Ballet in Western Culture: A History of Its Origins and Evolution by Carol Lee
Behind the Scenes at the Ballets Russes: Stories from a Silver Age by Michael Meylac
Diaghilev’s Ballets Russes by Lynn Garafola.
Technique/Pedagogy
Foundations of Classical Ballet by Agrippina Vaganova
100 Lessons in Classical Ballet: The Eight-Year Program of Leningrad's Vaganova Choreographic School by Vera S. Kostrovitskaya
The Cecchetti Method of Classical Ballet: Theory and Technique by Cyril W. Beaumont
Classical Ballet Technique by Gretchen Ward Warren
Ballet Pedagogy: The Art of Teaching by Rory Foster
Technical Manual and Dictionary of Classical Ballet by Gail Grant
Dance Anatomy by Jacqui Haas
(Auto) Biography
A Body of Work by David Hallberg
Marius Petipa: The Emperor’s Ballet Master by Nadine Meisner
Nureyev: The Life by Julie Kavanagh
Dancer by Colum McCann
Dancing on My Grave by Gelsey Kirkland
Winter Season by Toni Bentley
Swan: The Life and Dance of Anna Pavlova by Laurel Snyder
Holding On to the Air by Suzanne Farrell
Mao's Last Dancer by Li Cuxin
Publications:
Dance Media Publications (Dance Magazine, Pointe etc)
Ballet Focus
Dance Europe
Site of Alastair Macaulay
Danser (French)
Ballet 2000 (Italian/French)
Granmilano (English/Italian)
Danza e Danza (Italian)
Opera Click (Italian)
Vogue ITA: Valentina Bonelli (Italian)
La Notte (English/Italian)
Vaganova Today (English/Russian)
Ballet Magazine Russia (Russian)
La Personne (Russian)
Kultura "Culture" (Russian)
Forums:
Ballet Alert
Ballet Talk for Dancers
Ballet Co
Ballet and Opera Friends (Russian)
Passion Ballet (Russian)
Dansomanie (French)
Danza World (Italian)
Opera Click (Italian)
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I have this personal issue with YA is that most of the time I feel like the genre is working at odds with itself. When I was around that age I felt like the idea of my exploration into adult storytelling (which began like most children around age 12) being compromised by something ostensibly aimed at me was patronising. It was telling me that 'this' was what I ought to be reading, which didn't feel right. More specifically I think the majority of the time it fails to tell the story of teenage transition into adult responsibility mostly because I think adult stories already do this well, and I think it's a disservice to young readers to imply otherwise. And even more specifically I don't think it has the established pedagogy behind it that children's storytelling does, by necessity, because the educational purpose of children's storytelling is essentially a civic responsibility.
I also think that the phenomenon of adult readers largely bolstering the YA genre is very telling about what it is good at, e.g. light entertainment, low emotional stakes, simple and straightforward tie between emotional development of the romance to the plot (often romance novels don't have genre plottiness).
I was thinking on this reading an interview with Suzanne Collins after I had recently reread The Hunger Games, where she discussed her intentions to write a war story for children/teenagers within the YA genre. And something that occurred to me reading both THG as well as the recent prequel backstory for the bad guy is that at every turn, her thematic intentions are compromised by recognisable YA tropes which just make it feel sticky and plastic. I cannot take it seriously as a book that adults can read. This is distinct from children's storytelling, because there is a discord between the adult themes and the childish portrayal.
You can tell me until you're blue in the face that the love triangle is a symbolic war for Katniss between war and peace, but that does not justify the material vehicle for this idea: a love triangle, with tropey entitlement, with clumsy execution, with delayed execution when the author is trying to tell you she's writing a serious story where Prim doesn't survive, and then Katniss/Peeta is kind of realised offhandedly afterwards. There is an inherent silliness to trying to marry this idea of a love triangle to a serious moral conflict. The serious moral conflict which girls face at that age is not something farcically realised through which boy they like. They have serious moral concerns about the world and it is actually facile to imply otherwise, and it is in no way redeemed through its metaphor. Worse, the definitive resolution of the love triangle lands with a dull thud, and I am still teased endlessly, with boring and hackneyed and gimmicky scenes between Katniss and Gale, that perhaps she might actually just choose this one (wink) - not at all reflective of the allure of violence, the call for vengeance - the painful consequences of violence, the spiritual wear of it - right through to the third book. She does not definitively reject Gale, with emphatic insistence - with fear or hatred or something thematically meaningful - and is essentially forced into that position via Prim's death. Yes, it's symbolic - yet symbolism is not self-justifying. Symbolism heightens and suggests material, not is materiality unto itself.
This is not least to get into my problems with the prequel story (A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes), where the spiritual corruption of its protagonist is something straight out of Dostoyevsky yet is written like the twee YA story it is. It is constantly at war with itself because it is trying to write something 'for young people' with higher themes. What I think is truly condescending is the implication that for war stories to be accessible to teenagers, it must be simplified in a medium 'meant for kids'. Sure - the series is grossly popular and has had a massive reception, for the good in some ways, that makes people think about the spectacle of war (even if i do think this theme of spectacle is actually compromised by its own genre). But I do think that the aspirational intent of the THG series really is probably the perfect example of my bone to pick with the YA genre. It compromises itself. Had it not been YA, or had it not stuck to YA conventions, I think it would have been more artistically defensible. And I don't even think this is a matter of the simplicity of the prose, or even the presence of romance, or a young girl's perspective of war - none of those three, pointed to as traditional elements of YA, are the problem here. The identifiable structure of the three books (repeating three times) is probably not even the problem either. But it wants me to believe it has serious things to say, using silly vehicles for it.
I still think the fundamental existence of the YA genre is questionable. For whom is it truly aimed at? What does it mean to teach children to love reading? I think that we may potentially see here a product of that 'kidult' genre - the tension between the childlike medium and the desire for adult sensibility - mostly something I have discussed within fandom and children's shows which attract adult audiences (SU, Voltron, and so on). The ready defensiveness criticism of the genre incurs suggests that they want the ease of being an established publishing genre read by millions worldwide but they want the escape from criticism that other genres do not enjoy. More importantly at the heart of this is what it means to write fiction for children and teenagers in the transition to adulthood, and I think that the class of YA defenders online are actually morally and pedagogically irresponsible. Either you are or aren't a criticisable genre, and either you are or aren't 'YA' - Young Adult, traditionally aimed at teenagers - and either you are or aren't making money.
I used THG as a case study, and jumping off for this thought, because it is a sensation cross-readership - and continues to attract new readers, and readers return to it for nostalgia. The Katniss/Peeta dynamic remains a relative strength to the series, although I'd argue it is fatally compromised by the love triangle, and I think it has some interesting ideas about the theatre of war - particularly through a feminine lense. But equally the reality of war is entirely absent from it, reduced to spectacle to manifest its thematic statement about propaganda but also for the focus of violence to be on the arena (and its Minotaur allusion), and the relatively isolated perspective of the protagonist within a YA novel. Such is the source of my criticism. But to take it even further, I think that, because YA does not bear enough responsibility to its teenage readers, it is generally patronising with its depiction of these adult themes of the world they are entering. Then you enter the discourse which is 'are adult books appropriate for developing readers to read?' and in which case I would've thrown my Stephen King at you for daring to ask such a question.
These are just my feelings. I fear that a Tumblrina does not hold much sway over potentially the most profitable and booming book genre now around. They may develop further also - I think THG is the most redeemable of any YA, but for that very reason illuminates these problems the best.
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satoru, suguru, and a prototype for camaraderie
there are several instances in the gojo's past arc that reveal a docile side of satoru's personality that isn't typically apparent elsewhere. for someone who is characterised by a veneer of flippant independence, and in his childhood, a sort of insolent resistance to perspectives/principles that aren't his pace, he defers often enough to suguru's judgement, at times gently rebuffing it for sound reasons (e.g., insisting on spending a night in okinawa), at others directly soliciting his verdict (e.g., at the site of the star cult).
shortly after suguru's defection we see that satoru has internalised other articles of suguru's advice as well, incorporating them into his speech/mannerisms, his pedagogy and relationship work with students, and the general evolution of his moral outlook. suffice it to say that satoru attaches a perhaps disproportionate significance to suguru's opinion (a heavy burden for another confused teenager to bear!) - including when his instinct may be to reject it - and a willingness to arrange himself around if not yield to it.
i'm disposed to think suguru is aware of how much confidence satoru places in him as well, because he doesn't ever indicate discomfort with fulfilling that role. on occasion he also seems quite ready to represent or speak for satoru (e.g., his remarks to kuroi and nanami respectively, suggesting "something sweet" as a souvenir from haibara, accepting greetings from yuki on satoru's behalf, etc.).
the dynamic culminates during their confrontation in shinjuku, where suguru's dismissal of satoru's unwitting (?) condescension and the challenge he issues to satoru's power/identity result in that unforgettable expression of shock and incomprehension. even in rupture, the words suguru imparts leave a powerful impression. once more, satoru accommodates the contradictory & tempering force suguru brings into his life, and once more it contributes to who he becomes as a person.
it's worth noting that this complaisance (amenability?) is not conditional or transactional but rooted in trust/faith/fondness for suguru. it's not a compromise but a choice satoru makes entirely for himself because there is satisfaction in the ability to make the choice to be influenced by a friend, and we don't see any real inclination on his part to influence suguru the same way, potentially to both their detriments.
a deeper fundamental power imbalance may be read into this, which might explain the indelibility of suguru's effect on satoru's worldview and the magnitude of satoru's response to his existence despite the relatively short period of their contact. unlike suguru, who we can surmise has had a more assimilated/'civilian' childhood and enjoyed friendships outside of jujutsu circles, satoru is implied to have experienced a more socially deprived and isolated upbringing. suguru is unique to satoru as his first 'comrade' - the friend who came closest to rivaling his strength and the force of his personality, who has consistently looked out for satoru's interests and held him to account for his flaws not out of disapproval or resentment but genuine goodwill, who satoru can deal with on equal terms. he sets a benchmark for satoru's dream of camaraderie in the present timeline, but by necessity, as a prototype, he doesn't last.
in essence, suguru is probably the first friend that satoru felt he could depend upon, and accordingly, he unknowingly depended upon him too much, too quickly (though either of them can hardly be blamed for it), to the extent that satoru's primary reaction to the inevitable failure of that skewed dynamic is, despite all his strength, paralysis and incapacitation: inability to convince suguru, to detain him, to save him, to kill him, and eventually, to defend himself against him.
n/b: by no means am i suggesting suguru is the sole person to have determined satoru's growth as a sorcerer and individual, or the single driving presence behind his emotional development/morality/sociopolitical consciousness, or has some kind of mystical chokehold on his capacity to think for himself or navigate his own relationships, etc. what makes satoru's characterisation so compelling to me is how, despite being designated as a singularity in the world of sorcerers, it is his interactions and relationships with many different individuals that moulds his personality and that he actively incorporates into his cultivation of self - both before and after his realisation that strength alone isn't enough. satoru is not impervious to human influence, and the capacity to influence isn't a privilege exclusive to suguru! for the purposes of this post though i've focused the geto-gojo relationship under a magnifying glass in an attempt to tease out its particularities.
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Do your homework to prep for the 2023 and 2024 eclipses This year and next, Americans will have the extraordinary opportunity to witness two solar eclipses as both will be visible throughout the continental U.S. On Oct. 14, 2023, the moon will obscure all but a small annulus of the sun, producing a “ring of fire” eclipse. On April 8, 2024, the eclipse will be total in a band stretching from Texas to Maine. Both occurrences promise to be remarkable events and teachable moments. But preparation is essential. In The Physics Teacher, co-published by AIP Publishing and the American Association of Physics Teachers, astronomer Douglas Duncan of the University of Colorado provides a practical playbook to help teachers, students, and the general public prepare for the eclipse events. He also shares ways to fundraise for schools and organizations and guidance for safe eclipse-viewing. The Fiske Planetarium, which Duncan used to direct, is also producing short videos about the upcoming eclipses. “According to NASA surveys, over 100 million Americans watched the 2017 eclipse in person or via media,” said Duncan. “That was when a total eclipse crossed the U.S., with totality viewable in Wyoming, where Motel 6 rooms in the state were going for $800 a night if you didn’t book far in advance. A total eclipse is worth traveling to. It is incredible, and people remember it their whole life.” A self-described eclipse-chaser who has himself witnessed 12 eclipses beginning in 1970, Duncan emphasizes the importance of eye protection. He cites two companies that produce inexpensive glasses for viewing the sun and advises event organizers to order them well in advance: Solar ‎Eclipse Glasses and Rainbow Symphony. Additionally, after observing spectators at previous eclipses using their phones to snap pictures, Duncan developed Solar Snap, a filter and app to enable safe and effective smart phone photography for such events. With small groups, Duncan suggests using binoculars to project an image of the sun so that viewers can safely observe the spectacle transposed onto a sheet of paper. Duncan’s paper is, above all, a rallying cry. “Organizing, spreading the word, and planning ahead will be key to making the most of these events,” said Duncan. “If you’re a student, talk to your teachers or principal. If you’re organizing a large viewing event, think about the various logistics. Much of the onus is on us – teachers, students, communities.” ### The article “Prepare for the 2023-2024 solar eclipses: School and community events, and fundraising” is authored by Douglas Duncan. The article appears in The Physics Teacher on May 1, 2023 (DOI: 10.1119/5.0131185) and can be accessed at https://doi.org/10.1119/5.0131185. Disclosure: As stated in the manuscript, the author is the inventor (and patent holder) of the Solar Snap device that allows phones to photograph the sun. He acknowledges receiving a royalty from the factory whenever this item is sold. The factory sells it to stores, libraries, schools, and individuals. ABOUT THE JOURNAL Dedicated to the strengthening of the teaching of introductory physics at all levels, The Physics Teacher includes tutorial papers, articles on pedagogy, current research, and news in physics, as well as history, philosophy, and biography. Notes cover classroom techniques, and columns feature demonstration apparatus and book and film reviews. See https://aapt.scitation.org/journal/pte. ABOUT AAPT AAPT is an international organization for physics educators, physicists, and industrial scientists with members worldwide. Dedicated to enhancing the understanding and appreciation of physics through teaching, AAPT provides awards, publications, and programs that encourage teaching practical application of physics principles, support continuing professional development, and reward excellence in physics education. AAPT was founded in 1930 and is headquartered in the American Center for Physics in College Park, Maryland. ### IMAGE....2017 total eclipse CREDIT Miloslav Druckmüller, Marcel Bělík, Radovan Mrllák, Shadia Habbal
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“In his critique of child-centered education, Margonis proposes what amounts to a relationship-centered pedagogy. [..] The child’s interest, he says, is a suspect orientation for pedagogy, because it assumes the universal child and her innate goodness and individualism. [..] Margonis uses a quote from Mike Rose that I would like to borrow as well:
Teaching, I was coming to understand, was a kind of romance. You didn’t just work with words or a chronicle of dates or facts about the suspension of protein in milk. You wooed kids with these things, invited a relationship of sorts, the terms of connection being the narrative, the historical event, the balance of casein and water. Maybe nothing was ‘intrinsically interesting’. Knowledge gained its meaning, at least initially, through a touch on the shoulder, through a conversation. 
Margonis suggests that relationships ontologically precede the intrinsic motivation for learning and should therefore be placed at the center of educational theory. I can only add that from the point of view of institutional analysis of schooling, the crisis of authority cannot be resolved by child-centered pedagogy. [..] In other words, I see Margonis’s call for a relational pedagogy as the only way out of the authority crisis in schools and the crisis in educational theory. [..] I am not asking ‘what sort of relations shall we develop with and among students, so they can master curriculum better?’ Rather, I would like to consider relations the aim of education.”
Learning Relations Alexander Sidorkin
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"In this video we cover the basic techniques of parrying described in Meyer's 1570 Sidesword/Rapier treatise. This is not intended to be a complete disassembly of each technique, rather it is a generalised overview with some consideration of important points in the movement. This is the first of at least 2 videos covering the techniques and principles of parrying in the context of Meyer's system."
You may find the other posts about Daniel Pope's work on this blog useful as well
Also here’s a masterpost of sorts of Meyer content on this blog
You may also enjoy this general one-handed sword according to Meyer video as well
(and keep in mind the dussack is used by Meyer within his 1571 book as a basis for all one-handed weapons).
As well as these videos on how to apply the Meyer square to a dussack, and some other dussack-handling drills.
The provoker-taker-hitter tactical concept and its uses are quite relevant to dussack as a weapon.
Lastly you might find the dussack tag of the blog relevant too.
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Fear is the Mind Killer: How to Build a Training Culture that Fosters Strength and Resilience by   Kajetan Sadowski   may be relevant as well.
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“How We Learn to Move: A Revolution in the Way We Coach & Practice Sports Skills”  by Rob Gray  as well as this post that goes over the basics of his constraints lead, ecological approach.
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Another useful book to check out is  The Theory and Practice of Historical European Martial Arts (while about HEMA, a lot of it is applicable to other historical martial arts clubs dealing with research and recreation of old fighting systems).
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Consider getting some patches of this sort or these cool rashguards to show support for good causes or a t-shirt like to send a good message while at training.
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I'm going to make a longer post someday about Melshi's importance to the story and to Cassian specifically. But right now I'm fixated on this beach scene from episode 11 where he ruminates on the getting to breathe in the fresh air in what feels like an eternity - a most basic quality of life that he had relegated to the deep recesses of his mind because that's just how brutally the prison had dehumanised him and the other inmates.
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Melshi was the first person to suggest to Cassian that they spread the word because he was thinking about just how many prisoners may have died in their attempt to escape Narkina 5 to reclaim something as fundamental as a right to life. He understands that if they don't talk about it, five thousand lives will have perished for nothing with no one to remember their names or light a candle in their memory. Melshi is the first to suggest that he and Cassian take this personal fight to a popular level - to educate, agitate, and organise others against the empire because he understands the five thousand people of that prison deserved to rest their feet in the sand and take in the fresh air too. It just took me back to a section in Paulo Freire's The Pedagogy of the Oppressed (1970) where he says the following words: Who are better prepared than the oppressed to understand the terrible significance of an oppressive society? Who suffer the effects of oppression more than the oppressed? Who can better understand the necessity of liberation? They will not gain this liberation by chance but through the praxis of their quest for it, through their recognition of the necessity to fight for it. And this fight, because of the purpose given it by the oppressed, will actually constitute an act of love opposing the lovelessness which lies at the heart of the oppressors' violence, lovelessness even when clothed in false generosity. I'm eager to see Melshi return for season 2, especially because despite being one of the most reticent members of Unit Five-Two-D, he was possibly the most radicalised of them all from the very beginning. I'm really hoping we see his journey towards becoming Sergeant Melshi in the rebel alliance and how he conglomerated other broken, battered, and defeated people into a rebellion. ~ Andor, S01E11 (2022)
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quick fellow Ref question: is there anyway to make it through teacher training without upsetting your friends because you have to prioritise so many things and then end up losing track of time so you're never the one asking to meet up and then you just eventually kind of end up with everyone mad at you even with the most understanding of friends? because I currently feel like the most horrible friend on earth 🥲
I talked about this with my pedagogy teacher at the beginning, and he said two things I personally found fascinating:
He used to keep Friday afternoons and evenings free of Ref worries and work and NO MATTER what, it was his time to spend with friends. Maybe that could work for you too?
If there simply isn't enough time, getting together to eat lunch together or facetiming while cooking in your respective homes is a good way to keep in contact.
My principal once said there's no balance in life. There are weeks he mostly focuses on work and weeks where he focuses on his private life. I think Referendariat is just a veeeeery long time period of unbalanced living. I personally found it helpful to have teacher and fellow Ref friends. Because they understand.
I know from other Ref friends they had the same struggles as you! All my friends are also in the education bubble so we all were isolating ourselves at the same time. But I think trying to do the two suggestions from the beginning might be worth it! I don't think you're a terrible friend, it's just a terrible time. And people cannot understand as long as they haven't gone through it. And this might be controversial because I know everyone is always like "but friends are so important!" but I was always willing to make sacrifices in order to do well. I think Ref is the priority. BUT, again, try the suggestions from no. 1+2.
Good luck!!
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