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Art study of JC Leyendecker's "Consolation", featuring Mrs Hudson and Sherlock Holmes.

[ID: Digital painting of Sherlock Holmes and Mrs Hudson, a recreation of Leyendecker's painting "Consolation"; Holmes is knelt at the floor, looking up at Mrs Hudson with brows furrowed in some sort of internal turmoil. In turn, Mrs Hudson, face partially obscured, holds him by the shoulders in maternal comfort. She's sitting on a wooden chair. They have the likeness of the Granada series and the red carpeting instead of the cream one in the original painting is reminiscent of the apartment of that version. Mrs Hudson's wearing her shawl with the embroidered flowers, as seen in the Empty House episode while Sherlock is in a nightshirt and his mouse colored dressing gown. /end ID]

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In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.

At the 1985 Labour party meet, the motion to support LGBT rights as a party was passed due to a block vote from mining unions.