About
Name: Jack
Age: 16
Pronouns: he/him or they/them
Gender: Genderqueer/fluid. if anyone asks I'm trans male
Location: Hopefully, one day, I'll be in Toronto forever
Faves
Book Series: Miss Peregrine...
TV Show: Walking Dead; Elementary
Movie: The Martian
Musical: HAMILTON
Branch of science: Chemistry
Podcast: Night Vale
Animal: Cats and foxes
Currently
Reading: Red Queen
Watching: Stranger Things
Listening: Night Vale; Hamilton; Melanie Martinez; The Chainsmokers
Wanting: Hamilton tickets; food
Needing: Sleep; inspiration
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This blog is mostly made of reblogs. Posts that aren't reblogs are probably selfies or weird thoughts or mini rants or something not creative. Lots of memes, some social justice, aesthetic stuff.
Tag System
So you see what had happened was... there were huge lists of tags I got and I'm not about to memorize 50 specific tags tbh...
I tag for epilepsy and NSFW though I don't post much of either
Hiatuses
I will not be announcing hiatuses. They are very random for me as school can be very unpredictable with the amount of work given. I am not always sure when I will be on, though I get on the app fairly often atm.

voxeterna1:

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

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