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pooma-education · 1 month

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Group Discussion

Team: The National UN Volunteers-India

THE ATTENTION SPAN OF CHILDREN IS NOW ONLY TO A MAXIMUM OF TWELVE MINUTES. SO INSTEAD OF MINUTE OR ONE-HOUR CLASSES, IF WE MAKE EACH PERIOD 30 MINUTES AND TWICE THE SUBJECT PERIOD ONE IN THE FORENOON AND THE OTHER IN THE AFTERNOON, WILL IT BE MORE EFFECTIVE?

EARLIER THE SPAN WAS MORE THAN 25 MINUTES, AND SO EACH PERIOD WAS DESIGNED TO BE 45 MINUTES, AND FOR HIGHER CLASSES, 1 HOUR. COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS, AND CRITICISMS ARE WELCOME.

Conversation Initiator: Dr. Sekar Srinivasan, UN Educationist.

❄️ Ms. Priyanka Sharma: Decreasing class periods to 30 minutes and distributing them throughout the day could better suit shorter attention spans. However, effectiveness relies on factors like curriculum design, engagement methods, and teacher flexibility. Balancing individual learning requirements and the scope of content covered is vital.

❄️Dr. Balasubramanian: Decreasing class time/periods, decreasing syllabus, decreasing difficulty level questions decrease stress for students in different dimensions, making the future generations very lazy.

Mainly in Tamil Nadu, a few years back, they reduced the syllabus (and called it SAMACHEER) and made (or spoiled) thousands of students easily score 100% in maths, science, English, Tamil, history, geography, etc. Later, many entered engineering colleges. The common public doesn’t understand the secrets since engineering colleges are empty, and each village has a college. They need a 70% score (some formula connecting maths, physics, chemistry) for medicine and agriculture (physics, chemistry, biology), many demanding government students with poor performance, and seats are not filling.

The question is, what is the score? It’s an output of an examination with a prescribed syllabus? Our educationists are smart, and at the same time, politicians are very smart. They made the syllabus (reduced size) and revised question models so that all can pass the examinations (with charming scores - and don’t ask the quality, and they won’t go to the other board exams). Scores easily, and no need to come to schools; there is no need to attend the term exams, etc.

Finally, the results are they got admission to the higher institutions and cannot walk easily, and sadly, many poor results in the first year of engineering and even suicide rates become higher!

There is a joke in a movie/business:

"If you don’t have the price of the laddu, I shall produce the laddu as per the money (cost) you have."

Sadly, we should not apply this to education, discipline, and health; never compromise with conveniences and comforts.

Students should increase the quality of sleep, the quality of food, perhaps listening skills, etc., and can get benefits (quality) of teaching hours. If the amount of time decreases, maybe a profit for the institutions and students (and perhaps to teachers, by getting better exercise in shifting one classroom to another - hope teachers should ask for any benefit and work like a robot).

Technically, we don’t think this much, and very soon conventional teaching systems will collapse, and machine learning and AI will occupy teaching and kick conventional classroom learning, perhaps the Corona period gave a big example for the transformations. Even many universities started the credit system methodology, and the British System IGCSE exercised these methods for many years.

❄️Dr. Sekar Srinivasan: Your logic seems okay. But actually, I am not decreasing but effectively increasing it by 15 minutes. Recently, I was in Jinju, South Korea. Their actual lectures for any subject are only 20 minutes.

❄️Dr. Murthy: The creativity, the individuality, the smartness, the beautiful lifestyle, etc., had disappeared because of the recent education system. We agree with these contents and feelings.

❄️Mr. Suhail Ahmed: If the retention time is 12 minutes, then as per logic, class duration should be hardly 15 minutes. Why 20 minutes in Korea?

❄️Dr. Sekar Srinivasan: Actual introduction, assignments verification, interaction, they spend 5 minutes each.

❄️Dr. Balasubramanian: Lecturing the current topics won’t take much time, and most of the time wasted for preparations is itself, and mainly the language and some necessary memory of previous term/year contents (some again ask memory is not necessary and thinking, etc., so on is another topic).

Instead of discussing from a teacher's point of view, we make hundreds of suggestions and not discussing, improving the learning skills and preparation skills of a student.

If a student is not enough or not calibre or not interested to shift nice/competitive domains, let him/her choose each road/easy lane to drive, never drive slow on a speed track, and if one likes to fly should (attach) to have wings.

How one can be good and fix for policemen/lawyer/judge/medical surgeon/pilot, cricket player, or actor or extra… any job domains.

Parents and students, if they spend quality time in preparations, like good discussions and have good sleep, and even 30 minutes too not necessary for the teacher, and even the textbook and some guidance are very sufficient.

Most of the Japanese schools have a project and paper presentation in schools and colleges, and in India even MPhil/PhD can get a degree without a paper presentation (and hope in NEP the conditions were revised), and the same in the UK and USA many PG qualifications are research-based and not classroom teaching!

Even one member posted a comment; many are interested in collecting certificates in a Zoom training, though in higher job positions!

I exercised, very fortunately by getting a chance to teach once for the class 5, in a CBSE school, just read the maths textbook and discuss all mathematical words, and students start doing by themselves with some tips and preparations and even stopped being given homework, and many finished the exercises in the class hour, and even the class averages also improved much. So don’t spend time teaching and kindly spend time making them learn.

Parents, teachers, (and sadly some) principals, and management too understand and accept that the classroom is not like an engineering/production unit to have a uniform output, like making screws and nuts with zero% error. And all 20 or 40 students shall not fix for the same job or same domain, and each has different biological/sociological/psychological backgrounds, and at the same time learning and improvement should not be stopped for any reason and focus for growth.

When we compare with others, that’s good for improvement and growth, and at the same time, we have to analyze the background and other parameters too, seriousness of the students, role of parents, role of the government policy, government, and school budget, etc., and geographically like city/town/urban/panchayat, etc.

Panchayat area they have a lot of playground area, and they are well done with physical and in the city, we don’t have space for ground toilets and parking and cannot imagine a football/basketball ground. Anyway, going through some discussions shall help for growth, sir. Thanks for your valuable time and suggestions, sir

❄️Mrs. Anuradha: Every class should essentially start with a warm-up activity, then recapitulation of previous knowledge leading to the introduction of the topic, then the concept or main idea is explained. To check the understanding of the students, we have the questioning session, then remedial teaching and providing assignments. If all these stages are followed, then I doubt 30 minutes will be sufficient.

❄️Dr. Sekar Srinivasan: Online teaching experience as well as digital presentation is limited to ten to twenty-minute modules only. Most of the advanced schools already started having teaching experts as well as tutors for follow-up measures for each subject, which is found to be more effective.

❄️Mrs. Anuradha: Then block periods, one in a week will help.

❄️Mr. Subhah Chandra Vohra: Reducing the duration of periods to 30 minutes and increasing the number of periods may actually backfire as change of teachers so frequently will result in a lot of time wastage. Moreover, it may still be considered for primary and middle classes but onwards it will prove to be a disaster. The present practice in a good number of schools in this part of the country is to allocate two periods of 40-45 minutes together so that the teacher may get a good time to explain the topic in hand without any interruption. Another factor to be taken into consideration is that all the students in a section don’t have a 12-minute attention span uniformly. Some have shorter than even 5 minutes. In such a scenario, it would be difficult to justify reducing the time span to match and suit the attention span of students. Another point worth pondering over is that the attention span increases and decreases according to the teaching style of teachers. Some wet blankets bore students to death and some make the students wait for their periods.

❄️Mrs. Nikitha Kothari: To add to the conversation, dealing with today's Gen Z, understanding their needs, mental status, SDG goals, it is the need of the hour.

❄️Mrs. T Sujatha: Even with a 45-minute duration class, the teacher can effectively split the class period as a 4-step Process of Perfection... 1. Engaging warm-up (5 min) 2. Teaching & Kinesthetic learning (20 min) 3. Accelerated learning (15 min) for control of error 4. Wrap up (5 min) All in the hands of the teacher.

❄️Mrs. Sabural Banu: Completely it cannot be since either an average teacher or average student would take a little more time to focus, grasp, etc. The ideal timing is 40 min/pd.

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laura-apexart · 8 months

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Day 20 7.27

Ceramics assistant to Alejandro who is also a biologist -grew up in Cali and very knowledgeable and passionate about biology, climate and the process of ceramics and clay and really all things!

(Self taught —last 6 years—and has a beautiful studio with a gas kiln and she teaches workshops and classes and also does commissions for restaurants etc. Trained as a scientist she is very methodical and structured about her process--systems based.

She is amazing in her outlook also a city tour guide so very knowledgeable about the cities history. “Matter is matter “. Clay as living, having memory, talking back to you. Her studio is across from the national university of Colombia -Bogota

We do wrist and hand exercises before we begin, I love this as a way to begin work! Body work and care, out of necessity for longevity-body as the most important tool! Weigh out clay and then kneed to get out air bubbles. She shows me a special technique so the clay looks like a duck with a spiraled bill. Properties of clay -earth, can be recycled or broken/remade, so consistent with an ethos of caring for the earth and maybe a greater philosophy for living.

We talk about how much you can tell about a person from the way they handle the clay—she’s recently started working with a 15 yr old who is struggling and she is very determined to understand him and learn different ways of working/teaching to meet his needs. We talk about teaching--being structured and disciplined with students but also gentle and open, offering different methods and techniques for working.

The relationship between Physics, chemistry -centripetal force--she teaches me to use the wheel for the first time with a specific method--I can see how intelligence emerges from the hand and muscle memory and it feels good to play---and the pedal reminds me of working with my sewing machine and I love that I can just make something and then smush it! I don't know that I would have the patience required to measure everything out and replicate objects by hand in such a methodical way as she shows me--maybe! I am impressed.

At around 1pm we walk over to Por feura de La lInea on the outskirts of Teusaquillo —a historic district of landmarks buildings housing cultural institutions-

Jewelry maker / metal smith Wendy and Daniel who studied art administration and makes furniture works with Laser cutting and also does 3D printing. A collective that met at the university and help advocate for emerging artists /young artists find spaces and get paid for their work! Emphasis on wellness of the artists , creating security so they can produce good work. They also maybe do some freelance Work for cultural ministry? They gave me a map of all the cultural districts in Teusaquillo which includes their space and collective that they are trying to unify and is very helpful in giving me a sense of direction and where to go when wandering around this neighborhood.

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rollivm · 2 years

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Physics 101 dvd you tube

He understood, "Hey, you know, "things don't fall to the ground "just 'cause they always fall to, "just 'cause that's the way the universe is. Especially when you start to study physics, you're starting to understand the world as Newton understood it. First and foremost, we'd wanna include Isaac Newton. You could kind of say this is some of the most prominent thinkers in physics, but this is by no means a complete list. But some of the, I guess you could say foundational thinkers in physics are these gentlemen that I have here. In fact, I'm sure we don't know who the first physicists were. Now when we think of physics, it's been studied by humanity for a very, very long time. At its essence, it's all about trying to explain the complexity of the universe, predict what is going to happen based on simple ideas. We're going to explain, we're gonna think about what are the the different types of forces out there, and why they might, why they might actually exist. Some of the things that I just mentioned, these ideas, we're gonna explore ideas of energy. And the one thing that I always loved about physics, and I don't think it's always fully appreciated, sometimes as you start to learn physics, you'll see all these complicated formula, all of these kind of complicated problems, but it's super valuable to realize it's all coming from some of these basic ideas. You can explain all sorts of complex phenomena. We'll go into much more depth in future videos. What we'll see with even a handful of very simple ideas like this. We'll learn things like accelaration is equal to change in velocity over change in time. Displacement is equal to velocity times time. We're gonna think about things like displacement, and I'll put it as a vector quantity, and we'll soon learn more about vector and scalar quantities are. And we're gonna talk about force and acceleration as vector quantities. Simple or elegant mathematics like force is equal to mass times acceleration. All of this complex phenomena that you see around us, whether we're looking at a galaxy or we're looking at ocean waves, or we're looking at even biological systems, we'll see that a shocking amount of them can start to be described using some fairly elegant mathematics that we can build on and continue to build on. And we're going to see that more and more and more as we go into physics. And that fundamental question that you might have said, "Well you know, hey, why am I learning this math?" Well one, 'cause the math is beautiful, but also you will see that it starts to, in almost the most pure way, describe the structure of the universe. So this is biology right over here, which is built on a foundation of physics, which is highly dependent on some of the math that you've been learning your whole life and that you will continue to learn. And so even biology, even what we are, is built on a foundation of chemistry. It boils down to interactions between atoms and even mechanical properties of our bodies. And then even when we think about ourselves, our bodies, even our consciousness, our brains, it really all boils down to chemistry and physics. So chemistry, chemistry is actually laid down on a foundation of physics. When we think about chemistry, when we think about chemistry, which is at the end of the day interactions between atoms, those interactions are really physics-based interactions. But physics is the foundation for all of the other sciences. Now a lot of times, we think physics is only limited to things like cosmological phenomena or getting rockets into space, or how waves move or building structures. And physicists will the the first to admit that they are just beginning to understand the nature of reality, the nature of everything around us. And physics really does try to use that mathematics along with some core ideas to explain the phenomena, all the phenomena, of the universe. So you have math, which is very pure, and then on that foundation of math you have physics. In the field of physics, which you could view maybe right after mathematics as the purest of the sciences. I could imagine that even the earliest human beings, or possibly pre-human beings had asked themselves the questions, "Why am I here? What is the nature of reality? "Why is the universe organized the way that it is?" And these questions are what we attempt to answer in the field of physics.

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vrjust · 2 years

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Music math level 2

As to Soldier’s confection? A ribald reality check on what makes music matter and why we should mind. When your band protests, “Whaddaya mean ‘dynamics’? I’m playing as loud as I can!”-turn them onto the solid matter in Music, Math, and Mind. Jaron Lanier, writer, computer scientist, and musician This book will help you experience music as an animal, a neural pathway, or a mathematical principle. Music, which is so hard to define, and which connects to everything, has yet to reveal every level of its joy to you. If you think you love music as much as you possibly could, think again. John Cale, songwriter, composer, performer Susan Savage-Rumbaugh, primatologist and psychologist, specialist in communication by bonobosĭave Soldier’s excellent book turns into an encyclopedia of our tonal imagination as it catalogues the nefarious passion that gives our creativity its edge. It raises important philosophical questions while allowing the reader to gain the skills to explore these questions further and stops there-giving the reader the chance to pursue or ignore. It is accessible to all readers but does not shy away from the direct presentation of science-it gives the reader things that anyone interested in this topic needs to begin to think about. Importantly, it includes a chapter on animals, acknowledging that the sophisticated production and perception of music is not limited to humans. Readers will come back to it again and again for its clear explanations, breadth of content, and “listening” advice. Peter Gabriel, singer-songwriter, musician, and activist This is a book written for the initiate and the noninitiate about the universal way sound and music connect us, both human and nonhuman. Using a potent cocktail of math, physics, history, biology, and neurology, Dave Sulzer explains why music is the medicine most of us can’t live without. If you ever suspected that musicians belonged to a secret society, this is the book that blows the mysteries wide open. Only a neurobiologist who is a master composer and musician could have written this wonderful book! Roald Hoffmann, author and recipient of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry Here is the place to find out about the way crickets make music, and the McGurk effect! The science comes along gently, never intimidating. Every page has a story, every page a fascinating connection between the universal joy we find in music and some biological or mathematical fact. It is rare that one finds a book where on opening any page, one is drawn to read on and. Written for musicians and music lovers with any level of science and math proficiency, including none, Music, Math, and Mind demystifies how music works while testifying to its beauty and wonder. He makes accessible a vast range of material, helping readers discover the universal principles behind the music they find meaningful. Sulzer ranges from styles from around the world to canonical composers to hip-hop, the history of experimental music, and animal sound by songbirds, cetaceans, bats, and insects. He delves into topics such as the math by which musical scales, rhythms, tuning, and harmonies are derived, from the days of Pythagoras to technological manipulation of sound waves. David Sulzer, also known in the musical world as Dave Soldier, explains why the perception of music encompasses the physics of sound, the functions of the ear and deep-brain auditory pathways, and the physiology of emotion. Why does a clarinet play at lower pitches than a flute? What does it mean for sounds to be in or out of tune? How are emotions carried by music? Do other animals perceive sound like we do? How might a musician use math to come up with new ideas? This book offers a lively exploration of the mathematics, physics, and neuroscience that underlie music in a way that readers without scientific background can follow.

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seotoolskit · 2 years

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What do you read if you want to be an entrepreneur?

As children, we all read the essay 'Life's Goal'. Because of memorizing from books, almost everyone used to write in their books that they would become teachers or doctors. But is this true in the depths of the mind?

Some people want to be entrepreneurs in the crowd of many goals in life like doctors, engineers, teachers, army officers, pilots etc. Want to arrange jobs for ten more people in the society instead of working under others. But in many cases, crossing the boundaries of secondary and higher education, in the reality of our education system, these young people suffer from anxiety about where and what to study to fulfill their dreams. Whoever wants to be a doctor will be admitted to a medical college, whoever wants to be an engineer, there are certain study arrangements for him. Or if I say dream of becoming a member of the army, then there are certain rules. But the boy or girl who wants to be an entrepreneur, what will he study?

Any subject can be read

What should be the goal of our life is more controlled by society and culture than by our psychological thinking-consciousness, expressed by analysis. So if one wants to be an entrepreneur, one has to understand that he has an entrepreneurial and creative mindset.

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First, the universities in our country usually do not have any specific subject for becoming an entrepreneur, as there are for doctors or engineers. The reason behind not actually being is that to be an entrepreneur you don't need to read about any specific subject. A student of physics, chemistry or biology who spends eight years of his life in a lab can become an entrepreneur, just as a business student can become a startup owner one day. If you want to do business, you have to read about business, there is no such thing.

But the difference between science and business students being entrepreneurs is that science students do more practical work, and that's why their practical knowledge helps them succeed in hand-to-hand work in real life. On the other hand, business students do not always have the opportunity to work hand-in-hand. But their course outlines are designed to sow a seed of entrepreneurial spirit. Students studying business in our country know marketing, understand economics, understand national and international business markets. A course called 'Entrepreneurship' is conducted for business students in almost all government and private universities of the country including our Dhaka University. Nowadays it is seen that many universities are launching separate departments just to teach ‘Entrepreneurship’.

Diversity required

The prerequisite for being an entrepreneur is to cultivate a creative mindset within yourself. If we look at the art students of our country, we will see that very few people are as creative as them. Almost everyone nurtures a beautiful mindset like creating something new. So it can be seen that a large part of the entrepreneurial class in different sectors of the country are our art students.

Talk to science students? The country is advancing in science and research. No research means no innovation and no innovation means there is nothing new in the market. No matter how many successful or unsuccessful startups you look at in the world, you will see that there is diversity in the team of startups. There is a balance between the diversity of talents and skills. That is, he who understands the market, will need someone with him who does science or research. Otherwise the team does not have a positive ‘synergy effect’ (a combined force that exceeds the sum of everyone’s strengths).

A combination of many things

To be an entrepreneur, you need knowledge of computer science just as much as you need finance and marketing; Again, even if you understand business communication well, the knowledge of economics also needs to be the same. This means that it is not enough to study a specific subject for the qualities that you will see in an entrepreneur. Let me clarify the matter with an example. We generally assume that business students are more likely to become entrepreneurs. Now suppose ‘A’ is studying international business, ‘B’ is studying economics and ‘C’ is studying genetic engineering. Who will be the entrepreneur? Anyone can be. Again, none of them can be. Because understands the international market, but does not understand the language of economics; Then it will not happen. Again, you are spending time in the lab day and night, but you do not see the possibility of genetic engineering in the world of the future, or in business terms, you do not see the profit in the market through research, then it will not happen. No specific subject will give you a package of knowledge. You have to learn, you have to learn every day.

In the age of internet, this learning task has become much easier. Reading about photography, but took a short time to take a course on ‘Platform Business’ from the online course website Edex or Coursera. These platforms are now open to everything, no matter what knowledge you need to plan for your future startup.

Not to mention the humanities students in the crowd of business, science and fine arts. Do business but don't understand the social system, don't know history and culture, then it is a daydream to succeed in the international market. ‘History speaks’ is not just a word. We always see that a business student in higher education always has to know at least a little bit about society, civilization, culture, history of ups and downs of a nation. Why?

Suppose this is about the Indian subcontinent. We have our own philosophy of life, which has a huge impact on our business. This means that whenever you cherish the dream of becoming an entrepreneur on a large scale, you have to think about the whole world. That is when the knowledge of history is needed. Think again of yourself as a business entity who is constantly negotiating with its customers. To understand their mentality, you just need to come out of research and have some knowledge of psychology.

That is, an entrepreneur is an integrated form of many qualities. The more he knows, the more successful he is. But there is no such thing as a package size of all knowledge where one can become an entrepreneur just by reading. You need to know economics, marketing, psychology, computer science, finance, statistics, history, everything.

However, along with these truths, it is also a fact that there are many institutions in higher education with emphasis only on entrepreneurship. Babson College is definitely a great choice for anyone who wants to be an entrepreneur. As well as MIT, Harvard, where everyone is working to build an entrepreneurial world, the organization can be the future destination for your knowledge.

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teensadventuresstudio · 2 years

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My NEW AU-Oficial- Undertale- ModelingTale

Eeva

she is a shy and gentle girl, who appeared out of nowhere in a blank space where her Universe is, she is a 20 year old girl, as innocent as a baby, loving and sweet.

When she walks she can leave a trail of flowers, however the flowers disappear after she steps somewhere else making a small 105cm trail of flowers, she can leave the permanent trail if she wants, due to her creative powers, she can create living and non-living beings and can give life to inanimate objects or sculptures, she creates living and non-living beings based on clay (inanimate sculptures), and by concentrating her energy at the base of her hand, she can create illusions with scribbles on sheets of paper where she blows them and a temporary being appears that can float or even do anything the creator wants (idea taken from the series Little Prince).

She spends a lot of energy and thirst (thirst: 50/50, hunger: 100/100) it will depend on the amount of object or the size of the being or object she is creating, if the thirst or hunger reaches 0 she may die of hunger or thirst.

She shines in her dark skin forms small bright stars, to light the way and when she is very happy her body can also fill with them.

She NEVER leaves the area where she was born.

She never opens her eyes, but if you get a chance, you'll see space and a beautiful nebula full of stars forming inside her eyes.

Favorite food: soup, fish, seafood or common sandwich

Papyrus!ModelingTale

Papyrus was killed by a frisk in some genocidal route of some of the Huniverses, and his bone dust was carried and carried into the universe of Eeva.

Eeva found the mound and wanted to play or do something with the powder, when she found her she ended up reviving Papyrus, when reliving his cut on the neck where he was attacked by Frisk became a dark scar, stunned he fell back scared wanting to know where he was , seeing the girl who was very similar to Frisk was afraid she would hurt him.

She didn't understand anything, he realized that she wasn't the Frisk that killed him, he gradually got to know her a little more and saw that she was as naive and innocent as a baby that will just be born, she didn't know anything about the show or of the human mute, neither the simple nor the basic she knew she had no name.

So she named it Eeva

He then devoted himself to teaching her, everything about humans and monsters, about human study (ie what things we learn every day in school math, science, biology, physics, physical education, chemistry, Portuguese, geography, arts and history), and the studies of the world show and other undertale universes.

He always wants to protect her, he's afraid she'll end up falling into the wrong hands, or prying eyes, or people who want to harm the girl or he wants to protect her and keep her a secret from every undertale universe and from all monsters and human. So no one hurts your best friend

She gave him a star tattoo, and said that every time he feels scared, insecure, sad, lonely, or weak he looks up at the stars and remembers he's not alone.

He sometimes goes out to buy food, water, craft items so she doesn't need to spend her energy creating something, buy and rent books, buy clothes and toys, but always with code names that are super hard to identify, he tries be very careful not to be discovered, also changing his clothes, but what he wears the most is an orange cap, leather blouse with lumas on the hood, an earthy orange blouse and wine pants.

(NO ONE KNOWS AND KNOWS THIS UNIVERSE OF UNDERTALE (NO ONE SANS, PAPYRUS (other than in this universe), NO TEMMIE, MONSTER, TORIEL, ASGORE, ASRIEL, KRIS,CHARA, FRISK, SUSIE, RAUSEI, FLOWER, NO ONE ! TO KNOW OR HAVE ALREADY ENTERED THIS UNIVERSE OR KNOW THE EXISTENCE OF IT(ONLY YOU VIEWER KNOW ABOUT THIS UNIVERSE)(STILL))

Boing!ModelingTale

Boing is Eeva's first creation, when she was learning about biology and about rabbits, she loved it so much that she ended up concentrating her energy and creating a , but not a normal rabbit, this rabbit is less measuring about 12 cm tall, the bunny loves to be close to his owner Eeva, and his guardian papyrus, he's smart and has his own conscience, he's quite smart, and he knows how much papyrus wants to protect Eeva and he helps him too

he doesn't like strangers

His powers boil down to opening rabbit holes the size desired by the rabbit, which disappear when he, someone or some object enters inside him, making him close, thus making the being, him or the object teleporting to wherever the rabbit wants (two that it's already gone there), to its universe, or hurling it back to the one who threw it (this goes for attacks as well), so it can keep people away from the ModelingTale universe. If you're lucky enough to be very sneaky you may have a 1% chance that the rabbit will walk you to the Modelingtale, but you will not be discovered or you can also try to enter his lair at the exact moment he enters it to be taken there, however you notice that the hole is only 12 centimeters in this case so good luck

He likes to eat: carrot stick

Eeva,Papyrus!ModelingTale and Boing!ModelingTale my ocs and my Undertale AU :@teensadventuresstudio and @modelingtale

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romanticchemacademic · 3 years

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Dear future health professionals and stem professors,

We need a revolution of thought. Only through a renaissance of pure and genuine passion towards medicine and other sciences will we have competent doctors, nurses, other healthcare workers, and teachers. We live in a world where people pursue noble professions for the sake of social and economic advancement. However, we lack individuals who love the process of learning and their career.

I recollect quite a marvelous excerpt written by one of the world’s greatest scientific minds, Albert Einstein. In his book, The World As I see It he writes:

ACADEMIC CHAIRS ARE MANY, but wise and noble teachers are few; lecture rooms are numerous and large, but the number of young people who genuinely thirst for truth and justice is small. Nature scatters her common wares with a lavish hand, but the choice sort she produces but seldom.

We all know that, so why complain? Was it not ever thus and will it not ever thus remain? Certainly, and one must take what nature gives as one finds it. But there is also such a thing as a spirit of the times, an attitude of mind characteristic of a particular generation, which is passed on from individual to individual and gives a society its particular tone. Each of us has to do his little bit towards transforming this spirit of the times.

Compare the spirit which animated the youth in our universities a hundred years ago with that prevailing today. They had faith in the amelioration of human society, respect for every honest opinion, the tolerance for which our classics had lived and fought.

I believe that one of the faults lies within education institutions. Educators rely on testing, textbooks, and detached memorized lectures. Lectures lack passion and another essential factor: the real practice. The theory is important but the practice is necessary to understand the theory. But without passion, nobody will learn to love the material being taught. Ibn Sina is known for being one of the greatest physicians and teachers of Islamic medicine. I am not completely sure whether what I am about to mention is true. But I read that when he lectured theory to the medical students at the Madrassa (University) he would show them how it worked. Besides medical history and theory. He also taught physics, astronomy, philosophy, and mathematics. However, he is also famed for being an excellent teacher duly because he would take his students to test out the theories and practice what they have been taught. If they were learning medical theory, they were taken to the hospital to observe patients and their cases. If they were learning astronomy, they would all gather in the evening to look up at the heavens to look at the constellations. Lastly, his passion for his vocation was the final touch. Educators without the drive cannot teach. Learning is about understanding oneself, others, and the world. Learning evolves our minds and our spirits by making us get in harmony with the universe. I believe this ties in with Aristotle’s famous saying, “The unexamined life is not worth living”. Though my interpretation may be a wee bit off, I translate it as thus; we can gather all textbook knowledge as possible but if we do not put into practice the knowledge learned, what is the point? I yearn and I pine to experience all that I have learned. I want to see why the theory makes sense in reality. I want to conduct experiments. So much potential is being wasted. Biology is the study of life. However, when I took the course, it was so cold to a point that it did not even feel like I was studying the human body but something alien instead. There is also such a rush to memorize material within a couple of weeks because of exams that the material ceases to be interesting and becomes more of an arduous chore instead. Our sense of time-shifted completely after the industrial revolution. Perhaps this is a reason why we feel the need to rush through everything and not take our time to study profoundly.

We need another Scientific Revolution, curious minds thirsting for the acquisition of knowledge and unanswered questions. However, I believe that the leading force behind this is a necessity. I would like to mention an example to illustrate what I mean from a novel I read a while ago called, The Physician by Noah Gordon. A boy from Medieval Europe lost his mother from an unknown disease leaving him orphaned. He then grew up with the necessity to learn what the disease was and how to prevent other similar deaths, so that others do not suffer what he has suffered. He then worked with Barbers (people who performed medical procedures in Medieval Europe). But the medical knowledge these professionals had was not enough to answer his question. Thus, he traveled to Persia where there was a quite renowned and exclusive medical school. He did not have the economic means or previous schooling to attend but he impressed the headmaster with his passion and knowledge. Thus, the headmaster admitted him into the Madrassa. The European boy then invested all his time doing research, dissections and treating patients until he finally found out what ailment caused his mother’s death, side sickness (appendicitis). He figured out a way to treat this illness, removal of the appendix. From his initial necessity which was the driving force for him to pursue a medical career, he became a famous physician and felt that all his suffering and odyssey were worthwhile. The sense of necessity leads to the feeling of passion. It was his love for his mother that made him follow such a journey full of obstacles. I am beginning to apply that to my own life. I want to figure out my necessity which will be the driving force to power through university and medical school without ever feeling burnt out. I want to feel fulfilled. I believe this is what all pre-medical students and teachers should think about. What is your necessity? We are going to be dealing with human life, someone’s mother, father, friend, sister, uncle, lover, husband, or child...It is not something to be taken lightly. I know so many doctors lacking empathy because they went into the medical field with just the intention of being acknowledged as “Doctors” and getting rich. But I feel that even the most apathetic healthcare workers can become great empathetic professionals the moment they realize that something was triggered deep inside them, perhaps a loved one having an unknown disease. This would lead the apathetic doctor to do mass amounts of research to try to find a cure. This feeling becomes a necessity. A necessity to not lose the loved one. A necessity to save lives. Thus, finding passion, purpose, and becoming a better person. Though each person is different, we all share a selfish feeling. Most of the time we do not truly care about other peoples’ suffering until it happens to us. Once we are affected by something, we drive all our time and attention to find a solution or a way to deal with a problem. We become consumed and completely obsessed by it. I regard this as passion. I do not think passion subsides, it lingers on inside us. It is a fire that never burns out. I remember my high school teacher writing in my yearbook:

Remember a few things, BE PATIENT. You are eager and you will accomplish so much. But take your time, you are always rushing. Life is a journey, it is not about the destination. Be picky. You love everything with enthusiasm but enthusiasm can burn out. Find a fire inside yourself that burns for a long time.

-V

We cannot rush our personal legend. I believe it comes to us. It is Maktub (it’s written). But we also have to do something. Imagine you are on a stranded island but you have a machete, a fishing rod, coconuts, a cave for shelter, wood for a fire, an ocean full of fish. Everything required for survival is there, but you simply have to cut open the coconut with the machete, go fishing for food, fire to cook, and warmth. The fish isn’t going to swim right into your hands and the fire will not light itself. We must use our resources and do our bit. The Universe has a lot going on, we must help out a bit.

If you ever think about quitting, try to remember what made you start your odyssey in the first place. I do not know what my necessity is yet but that is okay. I believe it will come to me eventually. So for now, I simply love to romanticize academia. I like to imagine the: earthy tones of the universities archways, cobblestone paths, laboratories with clean Erlenmeyer flasks, beakers, pristine white lab coats, bunsen burner flames changing colors as different salts are added, Bromothymol Blue pen stains, elegant calculations inside a worn leather-bound notebook, formulas scrawled over the blackboard, forgotten cold Irish breakfast tea on the desk, academics discussing theories, applause from a successful experiment, gray rainy days spent inside the lab, Whitman, Hemingway, et Sir Arthur Conon Doyle being read during break, intellectual conversations with professors, chemistry reports being written, molecular models built, volumes of ancient words, fire slowly burning in the stone fireplace, trying to understand, looking at the constellations on a clear night in the astronomy tower, reciting poetry, Tchaikovsky playing whilst completing a long lab report on Lê Chatelier’s theory of Equilibrium, curious minds, sleepless evenings in the library, beautiful anatomical illustrations...Just imagining these things motivate and inspire me to continue my path. Though it may seem superficial, it awakens something inside me. I yearn and I pine to become a Chemistry Romantic.

I want to conclude this letter by saying that pupils and educators keep ideals alive and can change them accordingly as well. We have the power to become excellent professionals or simply exist and do nothing for the human race. But if you plan on becoming a physician or educator, you must find the trigger which brings your passion to life, your necessity. Once you find that, you are guaranteed greatness and fulfillment. However, do not rush. Perfection takes time. A couple of obstacles should not hinder you from persevering. Many will tell you to give up but do not. That is the Universe testing you. Do your best until you master the topic. Once you know better, you are then able to do better.

Regards,

Confessions from a Chemistry Academic

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Match up, No. 9

@starlightbydaybright hat gefragt:

Hello! Saw you were taking match-ups and I was wondering if I could request one. Only done one before for another fandom, and I was wondering who I’d align with for One Piece ^^

I'm an INFP and generally an introvert, finding it difficult to express myself when I'm around people I'm unfamiliar with or just not close to. I can be both quiet and shy; quiet when I have no interest in making good impression on that person (a stranger I'll see once and never again) and shy when I'm genuinely trying to make myself acceptable to them. But, I do trust easily, so it's not hard to get close enough with me that I'll open up about almost everything, so long as they understand have my boundaries (that'll shift depending on how close). I'm also very affectionate with people I'm close with, particularly through physical touch, since I've been pretty touch starved. If you're close friends with me, you can find me constantly looking for a hug, but I can respect boundaries since not everyone enjoys contact.

The situation would be a bit different romance wise, since I’d revert a bit back to my introverted side, but also very affection-seeking at the same time. I say affection seeking as in I’d crave time and activities spent together with them, but I’d be afraid to ask/initiate, at least during the early beginnings of the relationship. I’d be constantly seeking affirmation of their love, and since I’ve never been in a relationship before (but desperately wanted one), they’d be constantly receiving my love too ❤️

While being an introvert in reality, I find it much easier to speak with confidence online. as I actually have time to contemplate what I can say. It's when I'm either with close friends or on the internet, that I can go on passionate endless rants or show my passive aggressive side. I'm usually pacifist, but if something irks me enough, I can and will pitch in snide/sarcastic remark or two, or if it's more serious; I will write out whole sophisticated and well worded paragraph that'd sound all polite with a hidden snarky tone.

I'm pretty much a hopeless romantic, so there's lot of couple things I want to try when I find someone. Back hugs, bridal carry, tickle fights, you name it. While I do enjoy these displays of affection (comes with the happy kind of embarrassment aka. I feel embarrassed that others sees it but I’m happy because I know they’re not doing it out of maliciousness and because they truly love me), small gestures are appreciated too; a gentle squeeze of the hand, a passing smile, etc.

As for hobbies, I enjoy reading, writing, (occasionally) drawing, but most of all; probably singing. I enjoy a wide variety of songs, depending on what mood I'm in, but I particularly like songs about love. Looking for someone to sing the duet love songs with me, doesn't matter how good or bad they are at singing. They can be tone deaf for all I care, it's the thought that matters 😊

I'm very emotionally sensitive, and can both laugh and cry easily. A random stranger online wished me good day? I'll be in good mood for awhile. Watched a 'mildly' sad movie? (Extra emphasis on mildly) I better have new box of tissue on the side just in case. It'd be nice to have someone that can either comfort me or at least tolerate my emotions, so I wouldn't be irking them 😞

I don't really have a type when looking for significant other but being an INFP does make the romance thing complicated. It'd be nice to have someone that's far along on the extroverted side (just not happy go lucky and can be serious) since, despite being introverted, I like to experience new things. I'm just too afraid to try alone and prefer it if someone else recommends it first. Someone to prompt me and nudge me to do something, but won’t take it too far if I really looked uncomfortable. (I’m also a procrastinator so they gotta find out the right ratio between pushing vs. taking it too far 😅) In relationship, I'd value trust and loyalty the most, since both are important in keeping the healthy relationship. If both sides could equally trust and be trusted, then there wouldn't be place for insecurity or fear. This ties in with another part of me being an INFP; I want a relationship that lasts forever. While it's weird to decide how long lasting the love will be early in the relationship, I don't think I can fully commit myself to someone, knowing that it'll end (through the other side falling out of love with me, finding interest in someone else, etc.) (natural causes like death are fine, even though I will still be sad 🥲)

As for appearance, I’m a 5”4 female with slightly wavy black hair that reach nearly to my waist. I don’t think I’m particularly short, but then again, every anime character seems to be straight up giants XD (Man, I was born with the wrong genes) I’m overall very plain, with black hair, brown eyes, but I’ve always been told I had pretty long eyelashes and big bright eyes. Average weight for my height, and flat chested :’)

As for the preference for gender, I’m mainly attracted to guys. I had some (very few) crushes on a small selection of female anime characters, but that were very rare, like 3, compared to my (insert large number) male crushes

Thank you in advance and sorry for how long this is 😔

P.s. I feel like I need to emphasize I’m still an introvert, since the personality I described is only limited to my very small friend group

a/n:

Hey there? How are you doing? Thank you so much for requesting. First off I should be apologizing for making you wait so long. I hope you´re not mad at me but lately there is a lot happening in my life. In my private life but also in my college life. But let´s put that aside and get to your request.

I have to thank you for the detailed info about you because that helped me to choose a match up for you so much. Like I instantly could think of someone. Not only did it help me to match you up with someone but also to come up with a plot. So I came up with this little imagine/hedcanon… I really don´t know what to call my work for the imaginies so I go with work. XD Anyways I really don´t know what to do at this point. Your request and your personality gave me such a good idea for a plot that I tried my best to keep it short because I decided to turn this request and my ideas and thoughts that are flying around in my mind to an actual FANFICTION! AHHHHHHHH. I can´t stop thinking about it. The idea sounds so damn good in my head that it makes me smile like an idiot right now! Uff I can´t wait to find time writing it down. AHAHH, but I fear that I already gave aways so much with this!!!! *pouts Doesn´t matter I´ll do it anyways. AHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you so damn much for requesting!

Anyways! Back to my work now. If there is anything that bothers you or you simply hate please make sure to tell me so I can change it and give you whatever you´d like. Other than that happy reading my dear!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: I sadly don't know. Please tell me of you know so I can give credits. Thank you in advance. !!!

· I decided to pair you up with KILLER

· Like am I the only person that thinks that he is not getting the screen time and appreciation he deserves? Because that is the damn case! ODA GIVE THIS MAN THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION HE DESERVES. And while we´re at it I wouldn´t mind if I would get a bit more of Eustass Kid too… Thank you in advance. <3

· But that’s not the point. Please dear requesting beautiful human being give this man and me, your hopelessly dreamy author a chance. Thank you, I really appreciate. <3

· aNyWaYssssS.

· “y/n? Are you still awake?”, asked the blond man softly. “No worries I won´t make you carry me to bed again.”, you said with a giggle. You couldn´t see his face but you knew that he was smiling. “I don´t mind that you know? I like having you close to me without having to fear to see you hid under the blanket for who knows how long.”, you rolled you eyes and hit his arms. “That only happened because that idiot captain of yours annoyed the hell out of me. That was embarrassing Killer.”, you slowly put one leg over the railing and then the next one. Making sure you don´t fall down the ship. “What happened? Didn´t you drag me out our cabin to watch the stars?”, asked the muscular man who held you close to him while making sure you didn´t fell. “I did but now I´d like to look at something different. Something even more beautiful. Something that gives me warmth and happiness. Something that keeps me alive and always makes sure I am doing fine.”, talking to the blond pirate while sitting at the railing was one of the rare moments you were close to an eye level with him. “You mean my mask?”, asked the man with a tiled head that got you to roll your eyes and hit his chest. “Great you destroyed the sweet moment. I hate you. Make a step back so I can get down. I want to go back to bed and drown in regret of dating you.”, you tried to push him away but he was obviously stronger and threw you over his shoulder. “Of course you hate me. That was also the exact same thing you were moaning a while ago. Let´s go back to bed nerd.”

· As sweet and loving your relationship was now with the pirate it also started like that. Wanna know how? Alright let me get comfortable in my bed and get started. Story TIIMMMEEEE!!!

· An island well known for their universities and scientist. An island full of top ranked doctors.

· Physics, chemistry, biology, astrology was well thaught in the schools of the island. An island well known around the world. An island ruled by a powerful devil fruit user.

· An island in which every civilian had a talent in another field. And you? You sadly had an impressive talent for languages.

· Why sadly you wonder? Well the amount of times you had to run for your dear life because some pirates could come and kidnap you and make you read the poneglyphs is immense.

· Once even the infamous Red haired Shanks came and asked you with the hope to have someone who could read them. But sadly you couldn´t. You told him that you were done with pirates coming for you or your best friends. You regretted learning all of that and hated yourself for that. Shanks and Beckman to whom your were talking to really felt bad for you and claimed the island as their territory after they had a chat with ruler and made a deal.

· That was that saved you and your friends for years and made you happy. You were thankful to the red hair pirates and always treated them with meals and drinks when they came visiting the island. You were happy for 5 years. 5 years until these stupid reckless pirates came.

· And now? Now you hated yourself all over again

· You knew that not every pirate was like the red hair pirates. Nice and respectful. They didn´t kill innocent people and destroyed civilizations only to get some gold and diamonds. But these? These were horrible. Cold and cruel.

· “Someone make this btch talk otherwise I´ll do it by cutting her into pieces only stropping when IT actually starts to answer my god damn questions!”, screamed a tall and guy with red hair.

· You were scared. Tied on a mast on their ship, you feared for your life. Screaming for help was not an option since you were already on the sea since a while now.

· The man that was yelling at you none stop was now holding a blond man with a mask at his collar and growling at him. The man might have a mask on but you somehow had the feeling that he was talking to the man with the red fur coat. “Clear the deck! NOW!!”; yelled the man before he left inside the ship. Slowly every man on deck was leaving you alone. You wanted to ask them were or why the left but you knew that they wouldn´t give you an answer. You were a prisoner. A captive. A pathetic human they took on board. With the last pirate leaving you behind, a door that was located behind the mast you were tied on closed while the need to cry grew inside of you. How long am I here by now? One hour? Two or three? Was anyone missing me back at home? Were they already looking for me? Thoughts that occupied your mind were blurring your vision. You were looking right in front of you but also not. Your eyes were wide open but your vision was back at home. Home were you belonged.

· “Hey. Hey can you hear me? Hey you alright, woman? Hello?”, a man was squatting in front of you and waving with his hands in front of your face. You were deeply lost in your thoughts that you neither heard him coming nor saw him sitting right in front of you.

· But the moment he touched you tight you screamed and got back to reality. “Please don´t touch me. Please don´t hurt me. Please I beg you. Please.”, fear was written all over your face. You saw yourself death with a huge puddle of your blood. “Alright I won´t touch you. It´s just that I´ve been sitting in front of you for 5 minutes now and the only thing you did was breath and say no. Anyways here is something to drink. You´ve been her for four hours now. Half of the time unconscious and the other one either basically mute or in a trance.”, the guy in front of you was the same one who got the mad man to leave and clear the deck. It made you wonder who he was that he had such a power but you didn´t dare to ask. “Here I hold it for you and you drink.”, the glass was put on your lips and you drank. You didn´t knew how thirsty you were until your lungs were wetted by the water. Finished drinking he put a blanket over your legs since the position your were in didn´t allow you to cover yourself properly. And the fact that you were wearing a dress wasn´t helping at all.

· “Alright. You had something to drink I got you a blanket now tell me are you able to talk to me and answer my questions?”, you nodded. “Good. Now listen to me. There is this language that is called Krisanasy. As far as I know there is a tiny amount of people who are able to speak that and you are one of these. Am I right?”, you nodded. “How well are you in it?”, you gulped and looked at the man with the mask “I know the most important basics. I remember basic grammar rules and a good amount of vocabulary but I´m not that good in it. I didn´t worked with anything that included this language since years now.”, the masked man nodded and fully sat down now. “Would you be able to get back in it if you had some books and scripts to work with?”, slowly you understood where this was supposed to lead. You knew that if you said yes they would keep you as their prisoner and make your work for them. And if they had everything they would kill you because there would be no more use for you. But if you said no now and refused to talk to him he would probably also kill you. You were in a dilemma. You didn´t wanted to die but also didn´t wanted to die after you helped them. They were criminals. Feared and hated by the government and any human around the world. You looked down on your lap and let your head fall forward so your long black hair covered your face. “Hey I asked you something. Would you be able to do that?”, his voice was deep and rough but in the same time soft and gentle. That irritated you. it make you realize that him being nice to you now was just a way to get under your skin and make you do whatever they wanted. And then they simply would kill you in the most brutal and cruel way. “Hey, woman. Are you listening?”, you felt helpless. “I don´t want to die. Please let me go. Please. I beg you. Please.”, tears were streaming down you cheeks you couldn´t hold back anymore. He came closer and lifted you face. “Listen here you are a smart woman. Stop crying for fcks sake. If I would be you I would have made these pirates work for me. Use your damn brain and stop crying. Do you really think anyone in here would kill you? Heck no! They need your help. They need your brain because all of them are basically stupid. Like damn I need you to answer all of my questions before my captain with anger issues comes and beats the sht out of me. Now answer me woman. Are you able to get back in it if we got you some scripts to work on?”, you nodded while more tears streamed down you cheeks. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless and used. Helping them would turn you into a criminal too and ruin everything you worked on. Everything the emperor did for you and the island would be wasted. “See wasn’t that hard to answer.”

· The questioning went on for a while you didn´t know for how long but you knew that a long time passed since the sun stared to set. “Alright. Now I give you two options. One, stay here. Tied up on the mast no matter what kind of weather we face. Two you swear to obey me no matter what kind of order I give you and you will be able to sleep on a bed. You will get food and tomorrow you will start working on the scripts we give you. You choose.”, with your head hung lowly you said number two and instantly got released from the chains and handcuffs. He helped you stand up and covered you in the blanket before he led you into his cabin. “Wait here. Sit there and don´t do anything stupid as long as I´m not here. If you do anything stupid I won´t be able to help you. Got it?”, he didn´t even wait until you answered or gave any reaction he simply left and closed the door after him. So you waited while sitting with a lowly hung head. Minutes passed and he came back. “Your clothes are dirty. The bathroom is empty so you can take a bath or shower. Anything you want but I´ll be in the room with you. Because of one I have to make sure no one is coming in and secondly to watch over you and make sure you don´t do anything stupid. Got it. Fine. Take this towel and these clothes. We don´t have any female crewmates so you have to be wearing with my clothes until we dock on another island and you get to buy clothes.”

· The man with the mask took care of you for the rest of the day. He took you to shower and gave you fresh clothes. You had dinner with him alone in the kitchen when no one was around and got back to sleep. And no matter what you did he made sure to keep a respectful distance towards you. Whenever he had to come closer or touch you to take care of your wounds he would warn you. The day kept going like that. Nothing else was said about the following days and the thing they wanted you for. Only necessary things were said that were needed at the moment. And you only gave short replays or only answered with a head movement.

· Slowly the day passed by and the night took over with the moon putting the world alight. You were back in his cabin with him sitting on an armchair and you lying in bed sleeping with one hand tied up on the bed.

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My NEW AU-Oficial- Undertale- ModelingTale

Eeva

she is a shy and gentle girl, who appeared out of nowhere in a blank space where her Universe is, she is a 20 year old girl, as innocent as a baby, loving and sweet.

She shines in her dark skin forms small bright stars, to light the way and when she is very happy her body can also fill with them.

She NEVER leaves the area where she was born.

She never opens her eyes, but if you get a chance, you'll see space and a beautiful nebula full of stars forming inside her eyes.

Favorite food: soup, fish, seafood or common sandwich

Papyrus!ModelingTale

Papyrus was killed by a frisk in some genocidal route of some of the Huniverses, and his bone dust was carried and carried into the universe of Eeva.

So she named it Eeva

She gave him a star tattoo, and said that every time he feels scared, insecure, sad, lonely, or weak he looks up at the stars and remembers he's not alone.

eBoing!ModelingTale

he doesn't like strangers

He likes to eat: carrot stick

Eeva,Papyrus!ModelingTale and Boing!ModelingTale my ocs and my Undertale AU : @teensadventuresstudio and @modelingtale

#my au #my ocs #myart #my undertale au #mycharacter #undertale #my multiverse #annyokami #teensadventresstudio #art #omg #mystory #my story #story #my creation

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quasi-derivative · 3 years

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Why it's Pointless to Compare Disciplines: a Pantheist Take

The structure of this essay will be as follows. First, I will explain the conflicts and attitudes between the academic disciplines. Then, I will explain pantheism, specifically spinozist pantheism. And finally, I will attempt to show that it is pointless to compare disciplines

1. The Debate

There is often conflict and competition between what i identify as the 3 main disciplines: the arts, the humanities, and the sciences. The arts refers to music, visual art, theatre, etc. That is to say, they refer to expression of human emotion, and serve to present and convey themes and idea about the wider world. The humanities are philosophy, history, sociology, etc. These are the study of people, society and seek to explain and understand humanity. Finally, the sciences. These are simply physics and maths, biology and chemistry, which seek to find explanation for the processes that govern the Universe.

Conflict between these often hinge on a few questions; "which is more true?", or "which is better for people?" are just two of them. As an example, consider the climate crisis. There is debate as to how it should be tackled, whether a subject of the humanities should take lead, or if a physical, chemical alright should be taken. This is one of the areas where this conflict emerges. Another point of contention, that may be more familiar to Tumblr users, is the conflict between science such as physics and art on the internet. Although of smaller consequence than other clashes, there is often tension between artists (who create art with symbolic meaning), and physics students who tend to imagine that their descriptive, scientific process is much more valuable.

It should quickly be noted that conflict between western scientism and spirituality stem from a history of white supremacy, colonialism and exoticism.

I have laid the issues out quite simply here, in order to simply provide a summary of inter-disciplinary competition and act as a memory aid.

2. Spinozist Pantheism

Baruch Spinoza was a 17th Century Dutch-Jewish philosopher and rationalist. Excommunicated from his church and community for his unorthodox views, Spinoza created a whole new conception of God and ethics and the Universe - a metaphysic. His most notable work is The Ethics in which he explains and proves his metaphysical model using succint mathematical order and logic.

Here is a definition of some terms that will be helpful:

- Substance: the most fundamental 'thing' that exists. To someone who believes that atoms are the most fundamental things, all atoms are substances that make up other things.

- Attribute: the essence (nature) of substance when it is thought or conceived of in a certain way.

- Mode: things which are in and conceived through substance, such as a chair. if you imagine substance as a big ball of clay, modes are like this formed out of the surface of the ball.

- Theism: the belief in a God or Gods, who created and intervenes in the universe.

- Atheism: disbelief in existence of any god or gods

- Metaphysics: the branch of philosophy that deals with abstract things, such as being, time, knowing, and space.

These terms should hopefully help clarify terms that i use in the following section.

Spinoza's metaphysic is a substance monism. This means that the universe is made of exactly one substance, which spinoza calls God. His first argument in The Ethics is to prove that there is necessarily only one infinite substance, which he calls God This is pantheism, and can be best summed up in one quote - "Whatsoever is, is in God, and without God nothing can be, or be conceived" (Ethics Part 1, Prop 15). Or, in other words, everything is part of God and created by God.

This is the definition of pantheism. Pantheism is the belief that God and the Universe are the same. Adamant in his belief, Spinoza labels traditional religion as "fiction" (not the same implication as 'fiction book', but you get the idea). He wrote that the Bible is just a book written by people, that prayer and appeals for divine intervention are pointless, etc.

His method for approaching God is intuitive and, to me, quite beautiful. Spinoza argues that asking for divine intervention is futile, since God is a huge immoveable thing, the universe itself. Instead, Spinoza says that this should be flipped. We should listen to God, bend our will to it, and follow nature, in order to live free of the pressures that come from spirituality and fear of eternal punishment.

This is the crux of argument, which i will clarify in part 3.

3. Argument

In the end of the last section, i said that Spinoza believes in listening to God. The way that he suggests this is through science and the humanities. By studying the laws of nature (which includes psychology and thought), we can get closer to understanding and appreciating God itself - not simply his Creation as Theism would posit. This aspect is why I, as a spinozist pantheist, believe that it is wholly absurd and pointless to compare different disciplines; they are all a form of understanding, explaining, and contemplation of God/nature.

The sciences describe the basic laws of nature, they seek to (with strict methods) approach a model that can explain how everything functions. The humanities are a study of human culture and society, and try to understand and appreciate these. The arts are expressive; a work of art is a form of expression, thought, and an act of creation and contemplation. All of these, inevitably, are a deep engagement with God. This makes competition absurd, since they all have the same purpose, and therefore holy. They are all of equal importance and value.

Thank you so much for reading this mess!!

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At one of the boards I play Shaw at, I’m going to be running a “kidnapping the X-Men as experimental guinea pigs” plot with Shaw at the helm (based on THIS DROPPED PLOT POINT from canon) in October. I plan to use several canons as NPCs in the plot so that the X-Men have more than just Shaw and Emma (who is played by someone else) to face, and as October approaches, I’m writing a series of small fics for the board that introduces each NPC so they’re more than just names. This is the one I did for Monica Rappaccini and June Covington, the lead scientists in this RPG. No, they never worked for the Hellfire Club in canon, but given that June is an amoral monster whose genetic plug-in technology would work PERFECT for this, she was a shoe-in. But what about Monica? Her ideals are far from those of the Hellfire Club, and she doesn’t care about money. So, what’s she doing there? This fic explains that, sets up her dynamic with June, and lays the groundwork for how I plan to have her turn on the Hellfire Club and help the X-Men. Because that would make sense for her in this scenario and I think having an NPC on the inside is going to help the plot along. Again, this is not based on anything in canon, nor it is it canon to this blog, it’s for a plot at an RP board. But since it features two ladies from my multi, I thought it would be worth posting here. Warning for mentions of eugenics, ableism, etc.

Dr. Theresa June Covington was the typical blonde blue-eyed beauty, with an unnatural “natural” perfection thanks to her own work on herself. Shaw often wondered if she’d done the same for Emma. Dr. Monica Rappaccini, on the other hand, was a more unusual but no less lovely blend of Italian and Southeast Asian heritage. But, contrary to popular belief, he hadn’t hired these ladies for their looks. No, far from it. Both were brilliant in exactly the way Shaw needed for this project. . .and both were disgraced, unable to find work from any reputable company or university lab. Monica was a radical, a proponent of various anti-establishment beliefs that had led her down the wrong side of the law. Shaw didn’t agree with her politics, but her work in the fields of chemistry and biology more than made up for it. And it seemed that, like everyone in Shaw’s opinion, she could sacrifice her principles for the proper funding. But as much as Monica was worth, far more essential was June. It was her work on “genetic plug-in technology” that was the entire backbone of this project. It was a remarkable development, allowing her to take genetic material and essentially implant it into others, where it would then activate and express itself as naturally as if the person have been born with this gene or genes. She had based her work on knockout mice, a genetically modified lab mouse in which researchers have inactivated, or "knocked out", an existing gene by replacing it or disrupting it with an artificial piece of DNA when the mouse is still a mere embryo. But Theresa had taken it far beyond that, to humans who were already adults. Including herself; that work she’d had done hadn’t been with a scalpel to her beautiful face, but plug-in technologies to edit out all her perceived little physical imperfections. And once she’d done that, she started designing a few internal changes. had altered her bones so they soften to diffuse impacts, she could dislocate her joints with ease thanks to new glands that distributed relaxins, her saliva was antiseptic, and, just in case anyone was ever fool enough to cut her, her blood was seething with neurotoxins. She, of course, was immune to it---who’s the REAL Rappaccini here, Monica?-- but if someone else touched it, well. . .they might as well have downed a pint of hemlock. So why wasn’t she raking in the millions? Why weren’t people lining up for plug-ins for everything from blue eyes to building muscle rapidly to electric eel organs? Well, in order to get such a work accomplished, there’d had to be. . .sacrifices. Mostly homeless people, but when she’d sought out a healthier stock of guinea pig, she’d started taking out people that she just felt didn’t have a right to live. There were haves and have-nots, you see, and the latter, well, they just didn’t have the same entitlement to life as the former. Like, say, people who watched Jersey Shore; could that really be called a life? And therefore, was it really murder? While Monica shared her opinions about reality TV, the rest of June’s beliefs enraged her to her core. And June, in turn, didn’t think much of Monica and her silly ideas about. . . .what was it, starving children in Africa and Asia and shit? June thought about what Shaw did of that. But unlike Shaw, she wasn’t employing Monica, and Monica didn’t have to put up with hearing her repulsive eugenicist tripe all day! Which was exactly what she’d just told her. Screamed at her, really. “Eugenics? Really?” June replied, and she didn’t sound upset at all, “My work is based on encouraging diversity, Monica, not culling it. Taking all the best traits. . . and putting them in the best people.” “That’s exactly what I mean!” Monica jabbed a finger at June, though not quite in her face---she doubted that blonde viper was above biting it. “Your idea that there *is* a “best” people---and who those are!” “Don’t try to make me out as some racist, Monica,” June placed her eerily sharp-nailed hands on her model-slim hips, “Just because I may look like the poster child for the Aryan nation, doesn’t mean I subscribe to such silly skin-deep notions about what makes perfection. My definition of elite is intellectual. A matter of character, not color. Physical flaws, though? Those can be fixed. That’s the point. Or do YOU think that a mind as phenomenal as Stephen Hawking’s should have been confined in that poor twisted prison of a body?” “That’s MY point!” Monica bellowed back, “It shouldn’t MATTER whether he has a mind you deem “worthy” of a better body, he deserves a cure either way! Everyone ill does!” “Some people don’t have an illness, Monica,” June purred. They were on a first-name basis at this point, but it wasn’t out of friendliness, “Some people are an illness.” “You know,” Monica seethed, her voice at normal volume and yet now even more angry, a deep and brewing rage like a volcano prior to eruption, “I think you’re right.” *** Monica worked late that night, blowing off steam. While the work itself was distasteful, and done for people she found disgusting---the Hellfire Club and its “everything for profit” mindset was everything she DESPISED about Western society---she poured herself passionately into it, knowing that, when this was all over, she could use it for good. Not only would she be rolling in millions that she could use to fund further work, but the knowledge gained here. . . as vile June was, the genetic plug-in tech was a miracle. Monica’s mind had raced when she heard about it, imagining all the ways that mutant powers could HELP the world---not just humans, but nature too. But, June was right about one thing---it had to go to the right people. Not the wealthy who would use it as toys or weapons, the grotesque commercial and military uses that the Hellfire Club had in mind. She kept her dominant thoughts occupied with work. She didn’t dare think too much too often about this. Not within the walls of these labs, where the likes of, say, Emma Frost could walk in any moment. Hell, would Frost even need to be here to read her mind? She shuddered at the notion of someone remote-viewing her mental processes like lab microfilm from miles away. Still . . . Monica was starting to think some very dangerous things. Dangerous for her, that is. And for the Hellfire Club’s entire operation.

#my fic #june fic #monica fic

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Eccentricity [Chapter 2: You Can Run Around Infinite In My Head]

Series Summary: Joe Mazzello is a nice guy with a weird family. A VERY weird family. They have a secret, and you have a choice to make.

Potentially a better love story than Twilight (we’ll let @killer-queen-xo decide when it’s all said and done 😉).

Chapter Title Is A Lyric From: Rome by Dermot Kennedy.

Chapter Warnings: Language, mentions of violence.

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Missing In Action

I wish she would stop staring at me.

Lucille sat at the Lees’ usual table and apathetically picked through a heaping salad. (Friday was salad bar day, which I appreciated considerably more than the chicken finger obsession that marred Mondays at Calawah University.) Every once in a while, Rami nudged her and Lucille would spear a cherry tomato with her fork and bite it in half with perfectly even, white teeth. But her large blue-green eyes—they reminded me of webs of seaweed tumbling in the cold, frothing La Push waves—always found their way back to me, strangely focused, inquisitive, perhaps accusatory.

Ben probably told them how much he hates me for whatever nebulous reason and now they all hate me too and I’m going to spend the next two years being death-glared by five ridiculously attractive and somewhat incestuous foster kids.

Chemistry was a three times a week class. Ben hadn’t shown on Wednesday, and I was 99% sure he would skip again today. I spotted him around campus periodically, always from a distance: dropping quarters into a vending machine, clandestinely vaping behind dorm buildings (what self-respecting pre-med student VAPES?!!), browsing YouTube videos in the library next to a tower of unopened textbooks, biology and chem and physics and calculus. He wasn’t home, he wasn’t sick; there was no attempt made to construct any sort of pretext. He was patently avoiding me.

I stabbed moodily at the serrated disks of cucumber in my salad. Jessica was blathering away about the latest season of The Bachelor and ranking the contestants’ eyebrows from best to worst. “...Like seriously, has she never heard of microblading?!”

“For real,” Angela offered, not especially invested but forever a good sport.

Lucille’s eyes settled on me again as she sipped a cup of steaming tea, staring until her forehead crinkled with the effort, staring hard, almost leering.

“What’s her problem?” I muttered.

Jessica shot a glance towards the Lee table and slurped her Sprite. The great mystery surrounding her potential Mormon-ness persisted. “Who? Lucy?”

Only Lucille’s friends called her Lucy. Jessica, a shameless aspiring socialite, presumed she was everybody’s friend unless they explicitly informed her otherwise, which of course no one ever did.

“Yeah,” I answered glumly.

“Maybe it’s your dress.”

“My dress? What’s wrong with my dress?”

Jessica wrinkled her nose and surveyed me as if I were a bug, and not a cute bug like a roly-poly bug or The Very Hungry Caterpillar or whatever. Like a really hideous bug. Like one of those spider-cricket hybrid things that hopped straight out of a hell dimension and into the dark, drippy corners of your basement. “It’s, like, very 1960s. But not in a sexy Woodstock way. In a ‘I’m about to join a hippie murder cult’ way.”

“I got it at TJ Maxx. It was on sale.”

Jessica snorted. “Probably for a reason.”

“That’s it. I’m giving all the hippies in my new murder cult your address.”

She and Angela laughed. Mike and Eric, the missing pieces of our daily lunch puzzle, were preoccupied with a campus protest to convert fried fish day (Thursdays) into tacos day. I sympathized with their efforts, but didn’t feel that my one-week tenure as a Calawah University student gave me much right to go around overhauling the dining hall schedule.

“I doubt she’s actually offended by a dress,” Angela said, nibbling on French fries that shed grains of salt like snowflakes.

Jessica sighed dreamily. “But Lucy’s just so fashionable...and that accent...” She drifted off into some daydream which began—I could only assume—with Lucy’s invitation to go shopping together and concluded with marrying Ben on some lush tropical island in the South Pacific.

Lucille was definitely fashionable, especially today: short black dress with sheer sleeves that ran to her fragile wrists, black polka dot tights, black heeled oxfords, dangling ruby earrings like beads of blood. She would have blended in perfectly at Paris Fashion Week. Rami was wearing a cardigan and khakis, per usual; Joe was in dark fitted jeans and a roomy U Chicago hoodie despite the fact that Forks was at minimum a thirty-four hour drive from the Windy City. What did Angela say his major was? Finance? No, Mathematical Economics. So he’s probably aiming at Chicago for an MBA or Econ PhD someday. Angela had told me that Joe was wicked smart. He better be if he’s entertaining fantasies of grad school at the University of Chicago.

Scarlett had come straight from Fencing Club and was wearing bright pink yoga pants and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut out, sprinkling Hot Cheetos into her open mouth, her blonde hair secured in a tight French braid. You know those girls who are so irrationally, gluttonously, unfairly beautiful that it doesn’t seem possible the genetic lottery could spit out so many winning numbers at once, and you comfort yourself with the certainty that there must be some set of circumstances that would level the playing field—I bet she looks like anyone else without all that makeup, she just has a really good sense of style and knows how to maximize her assets, there are definitely some goofy oversized ears hiding beneath that hair and that’s why she always wears it down—and then one day you run into them wearing sweatpants and a ponytail in the tampon aisle at Walmart and they’re still so perfect it stings you, baffles you, makes you feel like there must have been some divergence in the evolutionary chain because there’s no freaking way you’re the same species? Yeah, Scarlett was one of those girls. Scarlett was the queen of those girls.

Ben was conspicuously absent from the table.

Scarlett’s pink leopard-print iPhone rang and she answered. “Hello?” She turned to Joe. “Dad says you left your phone at home. Do you need it?”

Joe was gnawing his way through his third slice of pepperoni pizza. “No, I’m good, thanks though.”

Scarlett relayed the message. “Dad says he’s going to bring it by just in case.”

“Oh my god, ScarJo, I’m fine! Tell him not to!”

“Dad says he doesn’t trust you and he’s going to be here in fifteen minutes. He’s also bringing the Game Theory homework you left by the hot tub.”

Joe groaned and rolled his lively dark eyes as Rami grinned at him; Lucille was still watching me and entirely oblivious.

“Isn’t it weird that Ben and Lucille have accents?” I asked Jessica. “That they’re from the U.K.? I didn’t think fostering kids was an international thing.”

“It’s not that weird. Dr. Lee is British too. Maybe there’s some kind of exchange system, I don’t know. But you know what I do know?”

“What?” Now my interest was piqued.

She smiled. “That the British accents are hot.”

“Ugh,” I exhaled involuntarily.

“Please get a hobby,” Angela begged Jessica. “Start a YouTube channel. Make care packages for orphans. Grow marijuana. Adopt a cat. I have a shift at the animal shelter this Sunday morning, you want to come with me?”

“Sorry, can’t. I have a temple thing.”

Temple on Sunday. The mystery is solved. She’s a Mormon for sure. I mentally resolved not to let her set me up with anyone unless I was still single on Valentine’s Day. Which, obviously, assuming I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere, I will be.

I gathered up my trash and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Okay, well this has been a bizarre lunch to be completely honest, and now I have to go to Chemistry so I’ll see you later and hopefully we can brainstorm some more alternatives to Jessica’s current life trajectory on Monday. Because I am not looking forward to being a bridesmaid in these impending Lee nuptials.”

“Oh please!” Jessica lamented. “He doesn’t even know I exist. You, on the other hand...”

I scoffed. “Yeah, he wants to kill me. I truly have a gift.”

They waved as I left. I could feel Lucille’s eyes on me until I reached the door.

Sure enough, Ben wasn’t in Chemistry. I tried not to notice. I drew my atoms, wrote my equations, took my notes diligently and in my favorite sky blue ink. But I felt the emptiness in the chair next to me like a black hole, like an immense and dragging weight, like a snag in the fabric of all those interwoven strands of physics that orchestrate the universe like an immortal puppeteer. Why can’t I forget this guy? Why do I still feel like I’ve met him before?

Halfway through class, I hauled my emergency sweatshirt out of my backpack and pulled it on over my dress, floral and flowing and golden yellow like the sun, the sun that never shines here in Forks. I had liked it plenty under the florescent lights of the fitting room at TJ Maxx, and I had still liked it this morning; but Jessica’s words hummed around in my skull like wasps. The zipper of the sweatshirt was broken, but it accomplished the task of obscuring my dress well enough.

After Chemistry, I journeyed to the campus library to find a book I was supposed to read and present for a different class. I looked it up in the computer catalogue, spent an embarrassingly long time trying to figure out how the Dewey Decimal System works, eventually wound up finding the book on the highest floor of the library...and, to add a little extra peril to the mission, on the highest shelf. The book mocked me from its lofty, unattainable stronghold. The title was embossed in gold letters down the crimson spine. The Walruses And Me: A Transformative Experience. Idiotic title, I’m aware. It’s about some marine biologist who spent months alone in the Arctic studying the lifecycles of walruses. A noble pursuit, sure, but still a terrible title.

There wasn’t a chair or stepstool in sight. I tested my weight by stepping up onto the second-lowest shelf. The metal immediately squealed and shifted in protest. I retreated back down to the carpet, defeated by gravity. I scowled up at the book and sighed melodramatically. Ugh.

“Need something?”

I spun around to see Joe in his University of Chicago hoodie and pale flawless skin and intangible magnetism, that bewildering trademark Lee ethereality. I instinctively crossed my arms, clutching the sleeves of my sweatshirt, shrinking inwards like a startled armadillo in the Arizona desert.

“Are you, uh, anemic...?” he ventured.

“Oh no, I’m not cold. I’m just trying to hide my dress. My friend said it was too hippie-murder-cult 1960s.”

I figured he’d laugh, make a snide comment, maybe just blink in confusion. Instead, he glimpsed down at my dress—what could still be seen of it, anyway—and shook his head. “The neckline isn’t right for the 60s. And you seem like you’ve showered at least once in the past two weeks, so definitely not a hippie.”

I smiled, completely unexpectedly. “I didn’t realize Econ majors knew anything about leftist counterculture.”

“Disparaging it is our favorite pastime. Are you trying to get a book or are you just disrespecting university property for entertainment?”

I pointed. “The big red one.”

“The Walruses And Me...?”

“I know, it’s a horrible title. Not my personal preference. It’s for a class.”

“Bestiality 101?”

“Good guess. Marine Mammals.”

“Ahhh.” He glanced up and down the aisle, tapped his chin with agile fingers, pondered something I wasn’t privy to. “Turn around for a second.”

“What? Why?”

He waved his hand mysteriously in front of his grinning face. “It’s a magic trick. I’m going to make your problem disappear.”

“You can’t climb that,” I warned. “You’ll fall and break your neck. Or you’ll knock the whole shelf over and cause a tragic domino effect and the university will withhold your diploma until you pay them restitution.”

“I’m extremely athletic.”

“Are you sure?” I appraised him with exaggerated skepticism for comedic effect. “My dad refers to you only as the spindly annoying Lee.”

Oh my god, WHY did I say that?

Now he would definitely hate me. Now I’d have two mortal enemies on one campus. I mentally calculated how humiliating it would be to transfer to some Florida college, any Florida college, after only one week at Calawah. Hi mom, yeah I’m coming to live with you and Paul, a gang of hot pasty foster kids wants to slaughter me.

Instead, Joe threw back his head and cackled wildly. A librarian—mid-fifties, angry red hair from out of a box, fuzzy cat sweater—glared into the aisle and shushed him.

“Chief Swan...he actually...he calls me that? Really?!” Joe managed, wiping his leaking eyes. “That’s hilarious. I’m so glad my life is in his hands. Okay seriously, turn around.”

“Why would you help me?” I asked suspiciously.

“That’s just what I do. I’m a friendly guy.”

“This friendliness must not run in the family.”

Again, Joe’s cheerful demeanor didn’t falter. “You mean Ben? Forget about Ben, he hates everyone. Don’t take it personally.” Then he added: “Plus, as I’m sure you know, we’re not biologically related. No overlapping genetic material whatsoever. I didn’t get the male supermodel gene, he didn’t get the irresistibly charming gene, life’s not fair but the world keeps spinning.”

“It sure does,” I agreed softly. Unexpected wisdom from my new favorite Lee. I turned away from him. “Fine, I’m not looking, go ahead and dazzle me with your supernatural friendliness—”

“Done.”

“What?” I whirled around. Joe held The Walruses And Me in his hand. “How...did you...?!”

He passed me the book as I sputtered incoherently. “I told you. Magic trick.”

“I don’t....?!” I gawked up at the top shelf, at Joe, back to the top shelf. Sure enough, the space where The Walruses And Me once lived was now just a vacant slit in the row of dusty books. How could he have climbed up there that quickly? How could I not have heard anything? “The shelves didn’t even creak,” I murmured shakily.

“Yes, well, that’s due to my conveniently spindly physique.” Joe winked. “Any other problems I can help you solve at the moment, Baby Swan?”

“No. And don’t call me Baby Swan, or I’ll push this whole bookshelf over and tell the feisty librarian lady you did it.”

“That’s cold, ma’am.”

I liked that Joe didn’t make me feel like Ben did: unworthy, unloved, infuriating. Joe made me feel something else, something lighthearted, casual, buoyant; like the world didn’t have anything in it worth worrying about, regretting, agonizing over. Like unadulteratedly myself was all I ever needed to be.

I heard a muted buzz and Joe slid his iPhone out of his jeans pocket. Dr. Lee must have successfully delivered it. “Whoops, I forgot that Ordinary Differential Equations existed. Got to go. See ya.”

“Bye,” I replied. And then Joseph Lee was gone, very quickly, a little too quickly, the same way that Ben had vanished on that first afternoon after Chemistry.

Forks is weird. Calawah University is weird. And the Lee kids are super fucking weird.

Long Walks On The Beach

“Can I ask you a random question?”

“You just paid me $100 for an oil change that took fifteen minutes. You can ask me anything you want.” He grinned, flashing bright teeth and deep dimples.

It was Saturday afternoon. I had shoveled down a Chipotle veggie bowl as Archer changed the 1999 Accord’s oil in a small garage with a cracked concrete floor and the searing pungency of gasoline fumes thick in the air. He had apprenticed all through high school and rented his own shop after graduation. Archer now had a loyal clientele that encompassed virtually the entire Quileute reservation and a growing chunk of Forks...including Charlie and me, of course. Archer was the only child of Larry Foxchild—Charlie’s best friend since they worked together at Dairy Queen as teenagers—and the closest thing to a son my dad would ever have. I guess that made him like a brother to me, something that seemed intuitive now that I’d thought of it.

After the Accord was serviced we drove it down to La Push to walk on the beach, climb the salt-lashed rocks, toss pebbles into the roiling surf, reprise our childhood enthusiasm for poking dead washed-up marine creatures with shards of driftwood.

“Do you know anything about the Lees?” I asked Archer, investigating a deceased green shore crab.

His brow furrowed. He looked so serious like that, suddenly so much like Larry: the same tan skin, jet black hair, umbral eyes like oil wells, strong jaw overlaid with the stubbled shadow of a beard. We really aren’t kids anymore, are we? “The doctor and his kids?”

“Yeah. The foster kids. They’re really pale and strange and half of them are British.”

Archer chuckled. “I know who you mean. They’re hard to miss.”

“Are they...” Just eccentric rich people? Traumatized from abusive childhoods? Government experiments? CIA agents? Secret murderers? The image of Ben in that first Chemistry class came roaring back to me, including the adjective that had flashed red behind my eyes like an emergency exit sign: fierce. Finally, I decided: “Dangerous?”

Now Archer full-on laughed, gripping his belly, shaking his head. Drops of saltwater flew from his short hair. “Seriously?!” he exclaimed. “Come on, they’re freaks but they’re not, like...that kind of freaks.”

“Are you sure?” I was starting to feel better already. Of course they’re not actual demons, you fucking idiot. This is Washington, not The Twilight Zone or Black Mirror. Not goddamn American Horror Story.

“Yeah.” Archer skipped a grey pebble over the water, something I’d never been able to do. “I’ll be honest, I don’t know them all that well. They usually keep to themselves. But I’ve never heard anything bad about any of the kids. And everyone respects Dr. Lee and appreciates him for taking the pay cut to come to some bumblefuck town like Forks. He’s insanely highly credentialed, has degrees from Harvard or Yale or somewhere like that. Super impressive. We’re lucky to have him. I definitely sleep better at night knowing he’ll be the one to fix me up if I ever get a few fingers ripped off on the job.”

“Don’t even say that. Then who would I grossly overpay for oil changes?”

Archer smiled, then sobered as he peered out over the Pacific Ocean.

“What?” I asked, feeling a plummeting in my guts like primal fear.

“Well...okay, so there is one thing that’s always bothered me. You remember Grandpa Foxchild?”

“Yeah, of course.” He had been an impossibly ancient man with long grey braided hair, a low rumbly voice, gnarled arthritic hands, ceaseless wrinkles. I remembered Charlie calling me when he passed away last spring. Renee and I had picked out a flower arrangement to send to the funeral.

“So,” Archer said slowly, like he was still puzzling it out himself. “Grandpa used to say things like ‘That Dr. Lee has been around a long time.’ Which of course makes no sense, the Lees moved here like two years ago. And I’d tell Grandpa that, but he completely ignored me. He would just keep repeating it. ‘That Dr. Lee shouldn’t still be here.’ ‘That Dr. Lee should go on home to where he came from.’ ‘That Dr. Lee isn’t right.’ Creepy shit like that. My dad and I always assumed it was the dementia talking, but...I don’t know. It just bothered me. Because Grandpa...he wasn’t just being gossipy or suspicious. He was angry. And he was afraid. Grandpa was at Guadalcanal and Iwo Jima and he would talk about that no problem, mention landmines or flesh melting off a soldier’s face like it was nothing. He was a tough guy. Immeasurably tough, I’ll never be half the man he was. But if you mentioned the Lees, Grandpa got scared. Why the hell would he be so scared of them?”

I didn’t have an answer for him, not a single word. I just stared at Archer, my eyes growing huge, my heart sprinting, blood pounding in my ears. He knew. Grandpa Foxchild knew there was something off about them, and now I know it too. I don’t know how I know, but I do.

Archer tittered nervously. “Anyway, that was genuinely disturbing. But like I said. It was probably just the dementia.”

“What if it wasn’t?”

“It had to be,” he insisted. “There’s no other logical explanation.”

“I guess,” I agreed, scooping up the green shore crab corpse with my bare hands. I hurled it out into the waves, imagined it sinking through murky water and suspended grains of sand, the body settling into prehistoric silt, the scavengers descending upon it, the inescapable wheel of birth and death and resurrection through those who unwittingly carry our atoms with them into the next generation, into the perpetual future.

That night my dreams were full of pale skin and scorching eyes, Ben and Joe and Rami, Lucille and Scarlett, crashing waves, cold water and bleached bones; and Grandpa Foxchild’s mistrustful refrain: That Dr. Lee has been around a long time.

Benjamin

I soared down the staircase and through the dining room. Gwil was working late at the hospital, Mercy outside tending the animals, everyone else presumably scattered throughout the house. I had to get out before anyone noticed me. I had to get out without Rami or Lucy knowing.

I yanked open the door to the back porch. Rami was waiting there.

“Good evening,” he greeted me in that slow, thoughtful drawl.

“Stay the fuck out of my head.”

“You know how it works, Benny Boy. I can’t ignore the loud thoughts. And you’ve been having some very loud thoughts lately.”

I stared down at my shoes, all black Adidas. Black is good. It doesn’t show stains. For example, purely hypothetically, splatters of human blood and organs. “I can make it quick. I can make it painless.”

Rami’s aura flared maroon; not enraged, no, not quite that, but certainly revolted. I was always finding new and horrifying ways to revolt them, whether I was trying to or not. “She has a family, Ben. A father. You know Chief Swan, you’ve seen him around town. He’s a good person. She’s a good person. You really want to do this? You really want to relapse like this?”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t have to. Hearing thoughts is a tricky thing, and not a gift that I would ever want; unspoken words are rarely a steam and usually a storm, disjointed and twisting, interrupting each other, bottomless layers of whispers and screams. But I was sure Rami could catch the important parts: that I didn’t know the difference between good and bad people, that I didn’t know what to think of people at all, that for me her blood was not a desire but a compulsion. I couldn’t stop envisioning it spilling over my tongue and teeth, down my throat, hot and pulsing erratically and fading. “Why can’t you hear her? Why can’t I see what she’s feeling?”

Rami shrugged, characteristically placid and restrained. It was maddening. “There are seven and a half billion people on this planet. So maybe every once in a while you get one that lives in our blind spots, there’s something chromosomal or psychological that puts them on a different frequency. I don’t know. How the hell should I know? All I know is that you definitely shouldn’t be seriously considering...well. What you’re considering.”

“Have you ever met someone whose thoughts you couldn’t hear before?”

“No,” Rami admitted; and was that a ghost of unease that crossed his face?

“Please, Rami. Let me go. Pretend you never saw me.” My words come out strained, hushed, like a spilled secret, like a confession. I’ve never wanted anyone’s blood like I want hers.

He heard that; I could see the dismay in his eyes. Now his aura is dark grey, almost black. Disappointment. Resignation. Mourning. “I told you what Lucy saw.”

“What she saw is impossible and you know it.”

Again, Rami shrugged. That blind, mindless faith. I wished I knew what it felt like. “She’s never wrong.”

“Have you told him?”

“Who, Joe?! Of course I haven’t told Joe. He...”

“He wouldn’t believe it either?” I snapped, like it was a victory.

“No,” Rami amended carefully. “No, he would believe anything Lucy saw.” Lucy had visions: flashes of the future, the past, the present. They were rare and unpredictable, often fragmented, snapshots rather than arcs. But they were always true. Or, rather, the other Lees claimed they were. The real Lees. “I don’t know what he would do about it,” Rami said finally. “So I’m waiting it out. And killing one of the primary participants is definitely not waiting it out.”

I seethed as I glared at him, hating him in that moment, hating myself only slightly more; and he heard that too. But then that wispy, fleeting haze around him was a pink like the last threads of sunlight sinking into the Western horizon. Forgiveness. Attachment. Love.

“Come with me, Ben,” Rami said gently, opening the door. “Come back inside. You can beat this. You’re better than this. You’re a good soul. You wouldn’t be with us if you weren’t.”

I tried to laugh. It came out like a snarl. “I haven’t had a soul in a long time.”

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The Doon School

Welcome to The Doon School. We are a school which specializes in all boys boarding education for pupils aged 12-18. The school is probably the only All India school with applications from almost every state each year, as well as from Indian families overseas. Established in 1935, The Doon School is one of India’s finest schools, with a strong intellectual heartbeat. The Doon School is a full boarding school for boys only and not simply a school which welcomes boarders. The school’s beautiful seventy acre campus with a vast range of flora, fauna and bird life provide all boys with ample green space and fresh air where they are able to live and learn. It is an environment rarely offered by schools in large and small cities in India, or indeed some other countries. All boys are able to seek advice from the teaching staff, the Wellness Centre and the school counsellor living on the school campus throughout the seven day week. Boys discover that they have much more time to study and pursue their wider interests. There is no wasted time travelling to learn Sport, Art, Music, Drama and benefit from Careers Guidance as well as other necessary university and college entrance preparation.

St George College

St. George’s College (Mussoorie), is a premier boarding school in Mussoorie, in the state of Uttarakhand, India, affiliated to the ICSE council. The school, an all-boys residential and non-residential institution, spreading over 400 acres (1.6 km2) of land, was founded in 1853 by the Capuchin Fathers and entrusted to the Society of the Brothers of St. Patrick (Ireland) in 1894. It was opened in a cottage known as Manor House; the name by which the campus is still known. The students are known as Manorites. The school has an alumni network spread across the globe. In 2005, the Indian Air Force gifted the school a trainer jet aircraft, TS-11 Iskra, as a tribute to the distinguished service of the school’s alumni in the armed forces.

The Asian School

The School is situated on a 16-acre campus, Asian Acres in tranquil and verdant environs. The academic building is an impressive structure designed by a well-known group of architects from New Delhi. The residential area set amidst greenery with students being provided their own recreational area. We have four hostels, 2 for senior boys, 1 for junior boys, and one separate hostel for girls. A housemaster, tutors, and a matron live within the Student House providing round the clock supervision.

Welham Boys School

Welham Boys School is a residential school for boys, in Dehradun, affiliated to the C.B.S.E., India. Nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas over an area of 30 acres, the school lies amidst the hills and rivers of the Doon valley. Students from varying backgrounds and from many different parts of the sub-continent and beyond, attend the school.While I hope that you are enjoying the summer break with your children, which is not even halfway through, I am already missing their bubbling presence on campus and looking forward to welcoming them back all of us refreshed and with our batteries re-charged to take on the rigours of yet another term - Autumn 2018.

Welham Girls School

While inculcating the best of Indian culture and tradition in its students, the School aims at developing in them a sense of discipline and a spirit of service and fair play.The Welham community has grown from ten girls at its inception in 1957 to its current strength of 600 girls. The alumnae of the school have carved a niche for themselves globally and within India, yet the spirit to give and not count the cost remains unchanged.

Grace Academy Dehradun

Grace Academy is a senior secondary co-educational, day-cum-residential, English medium, unaided, Christian minority school which is affiliated to the Central Board of Secondary Education, New Delhi. Affiliation no. 3530076. The school began classes on July 10, 1990 with 29 students in grades Nursery to Third, with an expectation to add one class every year up through High School. Having started with rented rooms and tin shed temporary classrooms to accommodate grades Nursery through High School and senior secondary school.

Unison World School

An All Girls Residential School, it offers quality education with finest accommodation and living facilities to students from Grades 5 to 12. We wish to create opportunities for girls to achieve high standards not just academically but also in her life as a whole. While preserving the best in traditional Indian and International education and culture, we have opted for a student-centric, value based learning and education system with ample opportunities for individual growth and development.

The Indian Public School

The Indian Public School, Mrityunjaya Dham residential campus was started in 2001 and spread over an area of 80 acres, the entire school campus has patches of green and parklands. Tucked amidst the Himalayas (to its north) and the Shivalik ranges (to the south) the school provides a natural playground for children, keeping them in the lap of Mother Nature. In fact, the school campus has been planned in such a manner that only 20% of the total area will be concrete structures while the rest of the campus will be a harmonious blend of green patches, parklands and water-bodies. Our education system integrates the most relevant and meaningful features of the ancient Gurukul with the best of the scientifically designed modern systems enlivened by psychological and educational research. Living in perfect harmony with nature, both teachers and students in the school have ample opportunities to imbibe service-mindedness and inculcate ethical principles.

Bala Hissar Academy

Bala Hissar Academy places great emphasis on the physical development of its students and various games and sport are organized on a regular basis throughout the year. Basketballs, Cricket, Football and Table-Tennis are played under supervision of qualified PTI and students participate in inter-school sports competitions. An annual Sports Event is organised, generating a great deal of enthusiasm and excitement as it is the culmination of year long inter-house sport and games competitions.An Annual Prize and Speech Day is held is October with great fervour and excitement where outstanding students are awarded special prizes and scholarships. It is followed by Inter-School English Debate in the memory of Lt. Mrs. Humera Amanullah, the co- founder of Bala Hissar Academy. The importance of sports as an integral part of education cannot be undermined. This instills a spirit of sportsmanship, co-operation and responsibility in students. At Bala Hissar Academy we try to ensure that all students benefit from a complete education. We take pride in developing the young men and women of tomorrow so that they are able to take their place in society with pride and confidence.

Beverly Hills School

The school has adequate and quality infrastructure consisting of well furnished classrooms, well-equipped Physics, Chemistry, Maths, Biology and Mass-Communication (Media Studies) labs, managed by a team of qualified and dedicated teachers and lab-technicians. The school has a state-of-art computer lab with all the systems on LAN and with internet. Interactive computer aided classrooms, empowers teachers to transform the traditional blackboard and chalk method into interactive sessions. The multimedia content enables teachers to explain complex concepts in an interesting and understandable manner, helping the students to retain information for a longer period of time and facilitates better learning. There is a Central Library having substantial collection of books on subject material, story books and encyclopedia .The campus has large play field for various outdoor games (like cricket, basketball, football, volleyball, badminton, etc.) and sports. A huge 700 seating capacity Auditorium is nearing completion.

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