Random Story Time!

Random Story Time!

In my history class during my senior year of high school my class was assigned a talent show project. We had to pick a country that was important or had a major influence during the Cold War, write a at least a page of two related to the country and said significance. The talent show part was to do a small performance or presentation of sorts related to your country. You could make food, do a skit about an important event or person, sing a song, etc.

I decided to do Hungary for this project and thought that singing would be my best bet since I’m not the most creative person and I thought a skit would be more embarrassing. It would also be easier since I was doing this project alone. I found a song that was sung during the Hungarian Revolution against the Soviets and decided that it was the perfect choice.

There was just one problem…

I do not know ANY Hungarian. This was my first time even ATTEMPTING to speak the language. I couldn’t find any English covers to listen to and while I could find the directly translated lyrics, I was so busy at the time that I did not have the time to format the song in a way that it would sound good with English lyrics. Also I didn’t have the time to memorize the song enough that I would be able to pull up the instrumental version and sing it well. I know that with enough time and effort you can sing a sing in another language perfectly and still not know the language. But like I said I did not have the free time for this.

So eventually when it’s my turn to present I went up with a piece of paper where I wrote down the lyrics and just hoped that I wouldn’t be too off rhythm and with the pronunciation. I was FAR from perfect but I think I did okay. My teacher was mostly grading this project based on doing it anyways, so I wasn’t worried about my grade.

Here’s the funny part.

Once I finished my teacher actually asked if I was Hungarian because apparently my accent sounded a lot like a Hungarian one. I looked straight at him and responded with: “No, I’m Mexican.”

Honestly I found the whole situation hilarious given the context. I hope this story makes someone laugh.

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Note: I went to a very diverse school where many kids were first generation Americans meaning the majority of the students’ parents were not born in the US and many of the students were bilingual. We had people from all over the world so honestly having a Hungarian kid would not have been a shock.

“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”

I once went to my college’s cafeteria and I had just gotten some rice. Afterwards I went to another area that had fries. When the server asked what I wanted I blurted out rice without thinking. He stared at me for a solid minute before I realized my mistake.

I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (“say bye bus!”) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.

Hgnn,,, thinkin about some kind of AU where Alya and Nino have the Miraculous instead and Marinette and Adrien are just tryna lead a normal life.

But here's the main idea I had.

Mari is head over heels for Kagami (hell yeah it's gay!) and when Kagami is threatened by idk let's say either Lila (mhm yup she's still a bitch here) or someone else I'm not sure yet- Mari is so overcome with rage that she's akumatized into “Knight Justice” and akuma which, whoa no surprise here, is a knight.

(Princess Justice is good n all but her being a knight just sounds so much cooler like- give Marinette a sword already c'mon)

And her goal other than to retrieve the Miraculous, is to protect Kagami, aka her “Princess” at all costs.

Idk honestly I just thought it was cool idea lmao.

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“Ma’am, are you aware that these, right here are your hands? They belong to you. And you get to decide what happens with them. So when you use these hands to pull your binky out of your mouth that is not necessarily a dad problem. I’ll fix it obviously i just want you to acknowledge it’s not my fault”