Hopefully Sulu being gay will mean that Lucasfilms will feel like they have to one up Star Trek and add more gay characters. A chain reaction of making every character LGBT+ just because of rivalry.
During a promotional event in Australia, John Cho confirmed that beloved Star Trek character Hikaru Sulu is gay.
Sulu was originally played by George Takei, who in later life has become a prominent activist for LGBT rights. In a tribute to his ongoing legacy as an icon of the Star Trek franchise, Star Trek Beyond writer Simon Pegg and director Justin Lin decided make Sulu canonically gay in the upcoming movie.
“I liked [Pegg and Lin’s] approach, which was not to make a big thing out of it, which is where I hope we are going as a species, to not politicize one’s personal orientations,” Cho said.
one time in sixth grade i did my math homework and then because i was excited that i had grasped the lesson so well, i did the next day’s homework too
the next day in class i told my teacher, and she looked constipated for a second, and then said dismissively, “well, then you’re not very good at following directions, are you.”
Cause tags are truth. Maaan ,that one time a teacher stole my encyclopedia cause it proved her wrong.
when I was eight and in public school, we could do a report based on any historical character who had a book about them in the school library.
I picked Harriet Tubman because Harriet Tubman, and I wrote about how her master had thrown an anvil at her head, leaving her with a permanent dent in her forehead. I know that the anvil part was definitely in the school library book.
My teacher circled the word “anvil” and took off points.
“I HAVE SPELLED ANVIL CORRECTLY,” I roared in tiny confrontation.
“No,” she said, and it transpired that she didn’t know or care that “anvil” is a word or that “anvils” are a thing.
And so despite my helpful attempts to explain what anvils were, including references to blacksmiths and the Roadrunner, I had points taken off OH MY GOD.
YES, I AM STILL MAD ABOUT THIS TWENTY YEARS LATER. FUCK YOU, LADY. YOU ARE DOUBTLESSLY DEAD BY NOW AND I HOPE YOU KNOW YOUR STUDENTS STILL HATE YOU.
ANVILS ARE A THING.
From “Daring Greatly” by Brene Browne:
“…85 percent of the men and women we interviewed for the shame research could recall a school incident from their childhood that was so shaming, it changed how they thought of themselves as learners.”
I think about this quote a lot when I think of school.
Sometimes you just see a combination of posts that really crystallizes something for you. thank you spcsnaptags for putting these thoughts together this way.
THIS. when i was in first grade i was bored in class a lot. my solution was: finish my work as quickly as possible, then read a book, because teachers said that books were good and i liked to read. except i got in trouble, more than once, for working ahead. because… we were doing it as a class i suppose? but if y’all are gonna take an hour to descirbe how to tell time, why shouldn’t i finish my worksheet? i remember we had these clothespins with our names on them and we had to move them to yellow or red from green if we got into trouble, and because i answered the next three questions ahead (correctly, i might add) i had to move my pin to yellow and miss recess.
and it didn’t stop as i got older. i once had an 8th grade science teacher tell me off for reading in class and said he would throw my library book away, because i had finished my work and the other people in my group, who didn’t want to do their work and were whining to copy off mine, hadn’t finished. because i was expected not to be done until they were, and he refused to believe they wanted to cheat. (of course the solution here was to let them cheat and go back to harry potter, because fuck if i was going to listen to them complain through every single problem they didn’t want to do).
tl;dr: STOP PUNISHING KIDS FOR WANTING TO WORK HARD
in fourth grade we had an end of the trimester pizza party or whatever for the kids that had worked hard enough to read x amount of books. it was like, four books and the only requirement was that it had to be at your reading level or above, so the kids who struggled to read could also get the chance to partake.
well, i had read the third and fourth harry potter books along with some others, and i had one book left. we had to tell our teacher what we were reading so she could keep track. i told her i was reading order of the phoenix and she said no. “you’ve read too many of those.”
YOU REALLY, HONESTLY WANT TO TELL A NINE YEAR OLD THAT WANTS TO READ AN 870 PAGE BOOK TO NOT DO IT?
I said fuck her and read it in two days. she was pissed but she had to count it because i passed the computer test on it so she knew i had actually read it.
don’t tell a kid they can’t read something, for god sakes. don’t punish children for wanting to learn or to do something above the regular level. thats how kids wind up not doing anything.
More recently for myself is when highschool teachers embarrass kids for asking “dumb questions” or asking about things they should “already know.” You’re the teacher???? Teach, maybe????
as someone studying teaching, I can attest that organising a lesson plan tailored to ~20 children, all at different levels of competency, skill, and timing, is ridiculously difficult. but it’s part of the job and you should never EVER punish or embarrass a child for being eager to work and learn.
a story about how to deal with this correctly: when I was in second grade my teacher noticed that I was finishing all my work early and reading to myself while everyone else finished. rather than punishing me, she went home and made me my very own writing book. whenever I finished my work early she would give me a prompt to write about. it kept me occupied with something that I loved, allowed her to help the rest of the class without worrying that I was bored and didn’t make the other kids feel jealous of me finishing early because I want getting ‘free time’.
moral of the story: when students put in extra effort, teachers should too.
My high school English teacher got mad at me for correcting him on how to spell “intelligence” and gave me a D on my next essay. Would you like to know the reasons he said he gave me a D? One word was apparently used wrong. So I looked it up in the dictionary. My entire family (both of my parents are editors and my dad is a writer) told me I had used it correctly. He also marked me down for using the term “hand signals” rather than “sign language.” Um, excuse me, genius, that ape was not fluent in sign language. It knew fucking hand signals.
According to my mother, one teacher nearly drove my eight-year-old self into an actual nervous breakdown, because I dared to correct a spelling error (I don’t even remember what it was - something of the there-their-they’re variety, I think). Even his colleagues said I was right - and apparently the way he treated me was so infamous that my mother had teachers from other schools coming up to her and telling her she needed to move me from his class.
I put up with this shit constantly through my whole time in school (if I had a dollar for every time a teacher told me I wasn’t allowed to talk anymore or failed me on something for correcting them, I would be a rich woman), but I think possibly the most memorable occasion was in high school–ninth grade, okay–when a teacher who hated me docked me an entire letter grade for using a made-up word. The word was obsequious, which is a bit obscure but not fucking made-up. When I brought her a dictionary and the assignment, not only did she refuse to improve my grade, she said that the writing was bad enough to have deserved the grade she gave me, and handed me an example piece to model my further work on.
For reference, this particular assignment was something we had to do weekly.
The example she gave me was my own work, from three weeks prior. She docked me another half a letter grade for pointing to my name on the header of the example.
lathori asked: "Fun fact: cots and blankets were in short supply during the Revolutionary War and standard practice during the winters to avoid frostbite was to share. I feel this is pertinent to your interests given that it's a matter of historical record that Laurens and Hamilton were best friends and consequently the logical partners to share a bed." Yes I did just copy and paste your message from our chat into this. Hamilton/Laurens sharing a bed. Please <3 your Laurens
First
of all, you are clearly not to be trusted with fun historical facts. What would you ever do with the knowledge
that the Marquis de Lafayette once gave John Quincy Adams a pet alligator that
the sixth president insisted on keeping in the White House? Or the fact that America’s treaty with Morocco
is the longest standing, due to the fact that they were the first to
acknowledge us as an independent country?
Anyway. There was technically
already these two idiots sharing a bed last time, but you know what everyone
always needs more of in their life? THE
WINTER AT VALLEY FORGE. Now, there’s
actual Research that happened for this one, so some points. It’s about the end of 1777, meaning John
Laurens has only been with the army a couple months (to be fair Hamilton’s only
been there about six months longer), and what I’m generously calling ‘huts’ are
tiny little buildings that basically only function to cut the windchill down, and they usually housed WAY more than two, but…artistic license? For the sake of nominal consistency, I’m pretending
that this is before Schuylkill, so theoretically it could fit into the same continuum
as your other request.
John hadn’t slept
heavily since coming to Valley Forge—the ill ease of a Southern boy exposed to
the bitter nip of a Pennsylvania winter for the first time—but he was getting
better at it. The tiny hut was better
than the tent, and their status as aides de camp of the general himself meant
that they were only two to a hut. It
meant there was barely space to walk between the slapdash cots and the writing
desk they shared and the two chairs.
Alexander—who had insisted on the familiar address within scant days of
meeting John, all sharp-edged smile and warm dark eyes—had a slightly easier
time of it, as he wasn’t forced to stand with his head bowed whenever he drew
too near a wall, but not much. The hut
was small and damp and dark, and there were moments when John felt as if taking
too deep a breath would crack the logs around them.
The thud of
Alexander’s forearm colliding with the desk as he dozed off was loud and sharp
in the small space, and John jolted awake at the sound.
“My apologies, John,”
Alexander said, muffling a yawn with one hand.
He reached out and steadied his tallow candle, dabbing at a smear of ink
on the page.
“They are unnecessary,”
John said, frowning. “What time is it?”
“Very late, or
perhaps very early,” Alexander said with a shrug, brushing an escaping coil of
hair out of his face and squinting down at the page. “I suppose the answer depends on whether you
would prefer to judge by the past evening or the upcoming dawn. That is, of course, assuming you were able to
tell which is which in this abysmal weather.”
- they both have THE SAME FCKIN PRONOUNS SO I CONSTANTLY HAVE TO NAME BOTH CHARACTERS BECAUSE OTHERWISE IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL WHO’S DOING WHAT OR WHO’S SPEAKING WHO WILL SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL
I CAN’T BELIEVE THERE’S A POST ABOUT THIS. THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
