Hazel but Nerdier

Hi I'm Hazel! If you're here from my less SFW blog, just make sure to behave here, this is a SFW space!

Here I talk about things I am nerdy about. Usually media, queerness, education, or video games. But it could truly be anything.

I'll still be trans, still be gay

I'll still be silly, and in time

You're floating in the water. She gently grabs you, pushing you down. You try to be at peace, but you squirm and flail, she guides you back up. You pant, looking at her, tears in your eyes.

"I can't do this"

You say, looking at her hopelessly.

"Yes you can."

"Next time, no matter how hard I squirm, don't let me go, okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You have my consent."

You take a deep breath and she pushes you below again. Down down down. You squirm, you struggle, your body aches for air, your lungs feel compressed. But then, peace. Your mind focuses on the hand, her heartbeat in her thumb, you close your eyes and give yourself up. You are a peace, the water is just natural, just like you. And so whatever happens is natural too.

You drown.

You awaken different. Your body looks the same, upon examination. Everything where you remember. But it feels heavier. Not in a bad way, but like something changed. Like a weight you'll carry for the rest of your life. You look around at the room, bedsheets mottled with stains, walls inked with geometric shapes on a white background. A pink fades in and out of your vision as you blink.

"Fuck," you say. But it's not really you, is it? Don't you feel.... disconnected? Like this someone else is you? The words aren't yours, nor the movements, but the body is, and it says them. It moves the limbs and soon the feet stand.

You stretch your back, using the chance to get a good look at the ceiling above. It's a painting of a meadow. What a strange meadow, to be seen at this angle. Every view of it seems tilted. There is a door. You open it and walk through. Tentatively, like this is your first time here.

It is your first time here, after all. You've never been here before.

The lights in the hall flicker. An annoying, electric sound accompanies them. You close your eyes and blink, hard. Some pink shading appears, so you blink it away.

It lingers longer this time. Takes more blinks to fade. But you manage. The hall leads to another door, which you open.

Outside is a meadow. It is a meadow. Just a meadow. The grass's tickles sting as you walk past. The yellow of the dandelion makes you smile. Does the smile feel like a pull? Like a man grasping you from nowhere? Does it feel like a soreness?

You look around, hesitant, like a fawn exploring without its family. Finally, you hear a river. You rush to it with a speed you do not recognize, arriving in a trip, crashing into the rocks. Inspecting yourself, several spots of blood appear. You shrug and step into the water.

Have you heard the whole "learning styles" thing? The idea that certain people are biologically "visual learners" or "auditory learners," etc. Apparently around 90% of people believe it's true: Belief in learning styles myth may be detrimental.

Uh yeah turns out that's largely a myth Full article: The Myth of Learning Styles.

The best practice is to give students variety, which tends to spark their brains more.