oh! I have to tell you guys a great story one of my professors told me. So he has a friend who is involved in these Shakespeare outreach programs where they try to bring Shakespeare and live theatre to poor and underprivileged groups and teach them about English literature and performing arts and such. On one of their tours they stopped at a young offenders institute for women and they put on a performance of Romeo and Juliet for a group of 16-17 year old girls. It was all going really well and the girls were enjoying and laughing through the first half - because really, the first half is pretty much a comedy - but as the play went on, things started to get quiet. Real quiet. Then it got up to the suicide scene and mutterings broke out and all the girls were nudging each other and looking distressed, and as this teacher observed them, he realised - they didn’t know how the play ended. These girls had never been exposed to the story of Romeo and Juliet before, something which he thought was impossible given how ubiquitous it is in our culture. I mean, the prologue even gives the ending away, but of course it doesn’t specify exactly how the whole “take their life” thing goes down, so these poor girls had no idea what to expect and were sitting there clinging to hope that Romeo would maybe sit down for a damn minute instead of murdering Paris and chugging poison - but BAM he died and they all cried out - and then Juliet WOKE UP and they SCREAMED and by the end of the play they were so upset that a brawl nearly broke out, and that’s the story of how Shakespeare nearly started a riot at a juvenile detention centre
Apparently something similar happened during a production of Much Ado at Rikers Island because a bunch of inmates wanted to beat the shit out of Claudio, which is more than fair tbh
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• brown eyes
• dark brown eyes
• light brown eyes
• brown eyes with a lil bit of a different color mixed in
• brown eyes that are the same shade throughout
• eyes that change to different shades of brown
• brown eyes so dark they blend with the pupil how COOL is THAT
• when the sun shines on brown eyes in that certain way so they kinda glow
• brown eyes the same shade as the person’s hair and/or glasses
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• eyes that are brown
• BROWN EYES
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Anonymous asked: So, about this Hamilton Star Wars AU: I have noticed an unacceptable lack of Hamilton/Laurens headcanons and feelings and urge you to inflict these on us at your earliest convenience.
Oh, sorry, friend, it looks like you’ve got a typo, I think you meant hey, Moran, inflict your thoughts on Space Monmouth on us, seeing as Laurens almost died there.
Washington, by this point, has been SOUNDLY outed as a Bad Code-Breaking Jedi (with a wife, the Council would like to reiterate). So the Congress governing the Continental systems decided that they needed to save face a little and made Washington promote Master Lee to the rank of Major General, because his record as a Jedi is impeccable.
Um, naturally, way back when they first meet, Lee takes one look at Washington’s padawan and launches into a truly epic lecture about the dangers and crimes of attachment. Laurens poker-faces through the whole thing and Hamilton instantly and deeply loathes Lee, because Laurens starts to retreat again. It’s taken him months to coax Laurens into kissing him, into letting him slip into his bunk and nestle into him sleepily. Laurens has even started being the one to initiate, tugging Hamilton down by the hand and wrapping long arms around him, pressing skin to skin. That changes with Lee standing around, looking judgemental.
That’s okay, though, because Laurens deeply and sincerely loathes Lee for the dispassionate report that Hamilton died at Schuylkill. Everyone hates Lee, basically.
Lee actually turns down the command at first because he’s offended at how small it is, never mind that the Continental army is desperately strapped for men and fighters alike. Washington has the best deadpan in the business, which is the only reason that Lee doesn’t know how relieved he is to hand the command over to Lafayette.
Of course, then Lee comes back and says he’s going to take command after all, and attack the Empire troops as they leave the desert moon Monmouth, where they spent their own winter. Washington still holds up that deadpan, because the only other option is to rest his head on the table and swear like a smuggler.
So they go to battle, Laurens and Hamilton among the fighters Lee leads down into the atmosphere. The heat from low-atmo combat is so awful a few ships–Continental and Imperial alike–malfunction on the spot and go down in flaming wreckage, all hands dead.
Here’s the thing. There’s a trend across Laurens and Hamilton’s experience in battle.
At Brandywine, Laurens almost died, after taking a blaster shot to the shoulder.
Schuylkill was Schuylkill.
On the Island, Hamilton broke onto an Imperial ship and stole twenty-one out of twenty-four top-of-the-line fighters, while ignoring heavy strafing fire from a battlecruiser. Hercules, who was there, swears up and down that it gave him grey hair.
Innumerable other skirmishes have proved that, given the opening, they’re more likely to risk their necks than preserve them.
They should be used to it, is the thing. And Laurens might be, if he does say so himself, because Hamilton can find a near-lethal fight with any civilian on the street. Hamilton, on the other hand, is not, and when Laurens is shot out of the sky, he doesn’t even try to find the other man’s Force signature before he panics.
Lee is a coward at heart. He’s not prepared to face the brutal heat, nor the desperation of the Imperial troops, nor the explosion of a Force-hurricane at the combat line. He runs, and when he runs, the ragged Continental line shatters.
And then the General’s personal fighter, the Vernon, comes screaming in from the edge of the atmosphere with Lafayette’s Marquis on his wing and the hurricane of Hamilton’s power still roaring so that even the soldiers with less Force-sense than a potato can feel it, and the Continentalists rally with a vengeance. It’s not a win, but they’ve proved they can hold their line.
Laurens is pulled out of his wreckage, almost completely uninjured and drenched in Hamilton’s Force signature. Laurens doesn’t know what happened, and Hamilton isn’t talking.
Lee starts talking shit, because Lee is terrible.
Washington takes a minute, thinks about it, and immediately issues an order that Hamilton have nothing to do with Lee, because Hamilton is on the warpath about Laurens’ latest brush with death.
Unfortunately, he fails to get ahead of Laurens himself, who is finally reaching his breaking point. And who would probably jump off a space deck without a suit if Hamilton wanted him to.
LIGHTSABER DUELS. HAMILTON DOES NOT LIKE THEM.
No, seriously, Jedi, Hamilton wants to know why you don’t use blasters like sane people. He really does. Using blasters and the Force together is both convenient and fun. And ranged. Get on his level.
Hamilton almost has a heart attack when he hears someone scream on the dueling ground, and the organ only resumes normal function when Laurens flicks off his lightsaber and lets Lee drop to the ground, a long cauterized wound to the ex-general’s ribs still smoking.
Laurens is in trouble (Washington would like to be on record that he’s been encouraging attachment, not rampant violence, and he’s very disappointed), but Hamilton…oh, Hamilton is really in trouble. Because Laurens can call it acting impulsively and ‘a learning experience,’ but Hamilton disobeyed a direct order.
Washington doesn’t say “I’d send you home but this ship is the only one you have,” but it’s a near thing, and Hamilton looks crushed nonetheless. It’s a bad day for everyone.
Instead of being sent ‘home,’ Hamilton is sent away from the front lines (away from John, a greedy part of his mind mutters, and holocalls are so interceptible, they won’t even be able to see each other, letters only), to serve as a liaison and bodyguard for their best supply ship.
The Revelation picks up its new passenger on its next pass. At least he’s old friends with the sisters, Hamilton thinks glumly as he lets Eliza crush him in a hug and ruffles his hand through Peggy’s hair to make her squawk in offence and call for Angelica.
“Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them…or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.”
Holy SHIT
WELL THEN
Yep.
They actually tested me for a learning disability in high school because I was consistently failing math.
They discovered that I actually scored in the 80th percentile in that sort of learning.
Problem was, in every other subject, I was in the 99.8th percentile.
I had never learned how to study because I never needed to—and then, when something proved to be even the slightest bit challenging, my brain went
“LOL nope this is impossible abort”
Meanwhile, this entire time I’m scraping by in subjects like English. The assignments I did turn in, I’d score top marks—but I’d avoid turning in projects I didn’t think were “good” enough.
Essentially, my brain had two settings: “100%” or “0%”.
This sort of Baby Genius shit makes kids and adolescents neurotic and self-destructive.
We learned about this in Child Development. And we learned to reward hard work and not good job. Like don’t say to a child, “oh you are so smart.” Say “Oh did worked so hard.”
Be proud of the child, not the achievement.
Be proud of the child, not the achievement.
Decades of research have been done on this by Dr. Carol Dweck. When the emphasis is placed on effort (a factor people can control) rather than talent (an innate skill), it’s a lot easier to see mistakes as a learning opportunity rather than something you just won’t ever be good at. And kids who were encouraged by effort were also more willing to take on more challenging work and considered it a lot more fun, while the kids who were praised for their intelligence were reluctant to put themselves in a situation where they might lose that identifier as a “smart kid” by making mistakes, so they preferred to do work they were confident they could master. Also, the kids praised for effort wanted to compare their results to kids who got higher scores, to see where they made their mistakes, while those praised for intelligence wanted to compare their results to kids who scored lower, to reassure themselves.
Not only does this set up “smart” students for a lot of trouble when they enter college and start being regularly challenged, the effects last long beyond that. It can be very hard for the “you’re so smart!” kids to unlearn as they become adults and struggle with even common adult things, and are afraid to ask for help because of that lesson they learned from misguided praise that they are supposed to be smart and supposed to know the answers.
…Honestly +1 here. It’s very well researched and documented and yeah. Making the emphasis on “You succeed and we are proud of you b/c you are SMART as an intrinsic quality!” makes failure/setbacks/difficulty -TERRIFYING- b/c if you’re “smart” it doesn’t happen and if you fail that means you’re not smart and that’s what everyone’s drilled into you as your main point of worth.
And the rates of anxiety disorders among “gifted student” kids are kinda horrifying.
This is why “you’re so smart” means absolutely nothing to me any more. It’s used as punishment as often as it’s used as praise.
When you start a job, WRITE DOWN THE DATE YOU STARTED. Also the date you ended, if it ended. Write down the address. Write down the supervisors name.
You have NO IDEA how many forms this will be on. Seriously. I dont care if you have to email it to yourself on your hello kitty email or something, write it down and keep it.
im gonna back you way up.
when you start LOOKING FOR JOBS, keep track of all the places you’re applying to. write down the name and title of everyone who you speak to and write down the addresses of places you need to be. Some times interviews are conducted offsite. Have an interview with a recruiter? Get all of their info. If you need to follow-up you’re gonna want to be able to find this person easily.
AND BE ON TIME FOR YOUR INTERVIEWS! 2hrs early cause you had to take the bus is better than 5 minutes late.
It is also helpful to write down your salary/hourly wage with the corresponding dates. At the very least, write down your starting salary/hourly wage and ending salary/hourly wage.
Keep three files ongoing for your working and adult life - one with all of your job information, such as the stuff listed, as well as your duties, official title, names and contact numbers of supervisors (esp if you might be able to get a referral from them later). It’s SUPER helpful when you’re looking back at your job history trying to fill out all that mess. Also, having your job description along with a list of duties is helpful when you are writing a resume, or rewriting one, or writing multiple ones tailored for different specific fields that have different jobs or tasks highlighted.
The second file, for those of you who have ever moved, should contain the addresses and phone numbers of every place you’ve ever lived, along with names of people who can verify that, in case you ever find yourself needing to fill out a security clearance. You might think you could never forget your first address, the one you learned in elementary school, but it’s an easy thing to forget. Some applications for certain kinds of jobs require you to go back ten years and prove you lived there. Do you know your address from ten years ago? Do you know your phone number from ten years ago? The cell phone and the home phone? Are you sure? Write that shit down.
The third is what I call your brag file. Any time you do an exemplary job and that person tells you you can use them as a reference - fucking write that shit down. Write down what you did and how much work you did, because four years later when that person is the only person in your history who could give you a reference that is vaguely related to the thing you’re trying to change careers to, you probably won’t remember the details, or you’ll misremember, and they will probably have forgotten. So keep those details somewhere, specific dates and names, to jog their memory when you send them a LinkedIn message from out of the blue years down the line. Most people are nice people, and if they remember you as a good person who did good work, they’ll probably be happy to write you a thing. But even nice people can have shitty memories, so - remind them. If you have any great projects that you worked on and it’s possible to keep drafts of photos or copies or whatever for your portfolio, do it.
Keep track of the people who might be useful to you later. Friend them on FB if you’re close, connect with them on LinkedIn if you’re not and it needs to stay more professional, but do something to make sure you don’t lose touch entirely. Send them holiday cards if you have to, with a short little note about your life, just so they don’t forget you.
This is something my mom told me: you generally only need to include your job history for the last ten years. Anything older, you don’t need to include on applications and your resume.
Speaking of the resume: put one together and keep it updated. I had to make one in high school and it’s been super helpful. Especially for keeping track of start and end dates for jobs.
To those in the design business, also write down key details of your projects - what is the brief, who is the client, how big it is, what is it for. And if your company policy allows it, save your key sketches, drawings, and final products. Because it will save you the grief from trying to remember all this stuff when you are updating your portfolio a couple of years down the line. (I was lucky to be in a big company where they archived and had information systems set up, smaller companies may not be so good)
