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collection of things I’ve overheard in some of my classes
History:
guy to my teacher-‘you know woody from toy story’s bi?’ ‘really? well there always was a vibe between him and buzz’
‘I thought Carlisle was near Newcastle’ ‘No, it’s on the other side of the country’
‘Emily, would you ever kill someone?’- shouted across the classroom
‘I don’t even know what a citizen is! Am I a citizen?!’
Biology:
‘sir, you are not a perv!’
‘oh my god! what an absolute ledge!’
‘why are punching holes on the cover of your book?’
‘no Ethan, you can’t add me on snapchat’
‘god, how did you not hear what i said? are you deaf or what?’ ‘umm i’m deaf in one ear’
English:
‘while watching Romeo + Juliet - ‘wow what a turn out’
‘ohh Romeos’ such a lad!’
‘woah bit extreme there’
‘they’re complete drama queens!’
‘well, you see this guy just nicked a boat, went to the middle of a lake and had his sexual awakening because he saw a mountain’
‘here’s me sitting on a toilet with no walls or roof while i was in Australia’
Spanish:
‘i asked a girl why her hair was like that (it was a weird style) and she turned around ‘i have alopecia’ God i wanted to die!’
‘waiit, you have the same birthday? thats mental!’
‘go see if he’s in the bathroom or SSC’ ‘i think we’ve lost him miss’
‘so did he really just stab himself in his hand? you didn’t do it?’ ‘well simply, yeah’
i’ll probably to them later if i remember or if more happen
i really am living out my dark academic les mis vibes life rn aren’t i???
studying history, literature, classics and politics ?! at a new college where i know very little people and very little people know me?!
i’m the whole package baby
Some pages from Stalin-era children's books:
This one illustrates the the building of a massive dam with an output of 80,000 horsepower:
And this is from a book called Bread Factory #3:
There's more where that came from here:
Names of shades and when in Regency England they were most popular.
(You talk like that too it is catching)
Hogwarts Legacy Weird Headcanons (Pt. 1)
If you guys like learning about the 1890s, which I'm assuming some if not all of you do because of our beloved interactive electronic experience, turn your attention to this very interesting info I found:
Self-defense classes were advertised in the 1890s to women due to recurring attacks on them from criminals (which also happened to be increasing in numbers at the same time. Fantastic.). These classes gained popularity in the 1900s and continued on from there.
One such class instructed women on how to maim, disable or even kill a two-legged brute with an umbrella.
"With the modern umbrella, which is not a slender wooden stick, but a wire rod, as deadly almost as a rapier, the girl who must rely upon her own arm to protect herself from attack in the street is armed with a weapon, the terrible nature of which few realize. But she must learn how to use it skillfully and quickly so as to put a quietus at once upon her opponent’s dream of easy conquest.
The classes at the physical culture establishment referred to are especially organized to make women competent to kill if necessary the man who attacks her while she is armed with an umbrella.
There is, it seems, such a thing as a solar plexus blow with an umbrella that will place the strongest man hors de combat. But the most deadly blow of all is one delivered at the neck of an opponent, driving the sharp steel ferrule straight for the spot an inch or so below the Adam’s apple.
The umbrella should be held in both hands and driven forward with the full weight of the body following it. If the blow lands on the right spot, that is on the neck, past below the apple, it is very likely to make the party attacked a subject for the morgue. The umbrella could be driven right into his neck with the force exerted by even a delicate girl if her weight follows the blow.
The girls who attend this new self-defense class are taught to jab at the eyes of a man who attacks them. All is fair in a case of this kind, for the man who attacks an unprotected woman in the street is deserving of no pity. The girls are also taught to defend themselves against the attacks of two men who come at them simultaneously, stabbing at the face or neck of the nearest and giving the other a back handled blow with the butt. Apart from the usefulness of teaching a girl how to take care of herself if attacked, it may be said that the students derive great benefit from the exercise they go through in the daily drill."
So, if any of your fine OCs are feeling pressed, perhaps have them consider taking up the umbrella.
Pretty neat stuff.
Sources, if you want to read more:
Oh, my lonely heart.
It's tru
You just realized
The reason why Democrats always win the elections is by the fact that the schools in America was teaching kids that Republicans are evil by so many bad history facts behind the Republicans instead of showing the benefits of what they had done that the Democrats took away. If I'm incorrect just feel free to add in your opinion.
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• Video de Lepetit royaliste
• Música de Chopin - Nocturno op. 9 No. 2
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Khopesh wouldn't be in use when the pyramids were built. Historians have said it began being used in the 1500's, but there's newer evidence including etymological roots that suggest it might date back to the first few centuries BCE. However, the pyramids were built sometime between 2700 and 1500 BC.
If you want historical weaponry they weren't even using pole axes yet, and the sickle was still a farmers tool. You were using a hand axe or short sword along with a bow, which didn't even use composite materials.
one thing you want to do before you die?
break into a pyramid. you think I’m joking. but i’m not. i have stated this many times. my goal is to break into a pyramid in my lifetime and access the spots not open to the general public. i want to see those tombs, pharaoh’s curse be damned.
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”
Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.
“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
interests yay!
all in the tags below if anyone was curious.. heh (IM NOT WEIRD I SWEAR PLEASE LETS BE FRIENDS IF U LIKE ANY OF THESE THINGS!!!) (I DIDNT ADD EVERYTHING I LIKE... JUST ASK IF I LIKE SMTH!)
i hate when people in movies/tv are reading ancient languages and they translate everything really smoothly and poetically, as if when people who study ancient languages aren’t consulting three different commentaries and sobbing profusely when we read
If only...
I should get my masters degree in History. I’ve always loved history - English, American, film. I could read about it & talk about it all day. Once upon a time I wanted to major in it in college. I had a great professor who would just tell stories about whatever lesson we were studying. I loved that. Too bad I was told that history wouldn’t be a good career choice. It would have been a lot better than what I have now - which is nothing. I shouldn’t have listened to the naysayers back then - but what did I know? I just wanted to make everyone happy. Well, everyone else is happy & I’m the unhappy one.
echoes of the past.
print shop
Da Wikipedia:
"Pharmakos (greco φαρμακός) era il nome di un rituale largamente diffuso nelle città greche, simile a quello del capro espiatorio, che mirava ad ottenere una purificazione mediante l'espulsione dalla città di un individuo chiamato pharmakos (qualcosa come "il maledetto").
Ne parla, per esempio, il poeta Callimaco (fr. 90 Pf.): egli dice che un uomo scelto per la sua bruttezza veniva nutrito a spese della città, poi, un giorno stabilito, era scacciato a frustate; in altri luoghi ogni anno uno sventurato veniva "comprato" e nutrito a spese pubbliche, poi lo si espelleva a sassate dalla città."
La vittima predestinata doveva essere brutta, o deforme, o ammalata, o pazza. Meglio se tutte queste cose assieme.
Non doveva accettare le consuetudini.
Doveva rappresentare la diversita', nel suo significato peggiore, doveva essere differente dal cittadino medio.
Cacciare via o uccidere il pharmacon non avrebbe cambiato niente, ma questi rituali servono a dare coesione, non a risolvere problemi.
Il pharmacon nell'Iliade è Tersite. In Harry Potter è Piton. Poco importa che la Rowling ne fosse consapevole, uno scrittore non fa quello che vuole, fa quello che sente.
Le diverse reazioni ostili a Piton vanno dal disgusto per il suo comportamento alla derisione del suo aspetto fisico, al godimento puro per il suo triste destino. Le reazioni emotive del pubblico che odia Piton sono giuste, se collocate nella mentalita' delle societa' antiche.
Quello che non e' giusto, ed e' preoccupante, è che nessuno se ne renda conto.
Altre informazioni si possono trovare nel libro "Breve Storia della Vendetta" di Antonio Fichera, "Tersite" di Stefan Zweig e alcuni scritti di Eva Cantarella.
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