“I’m spending a year dead for tax reasons.”
July 29, 2014
So, for those of you who might have forgotten (oh, who am I kidding, even I forgot!), this is the beginning of a fanfiction that I’ve decided to write. The name came from a random fantasy novel title generator, and I thought it would be cool to use, though mostly to inspire myself to write a chapter of this every day or so. So sorry it if seems weird. I thought it kind of made sense.
It involves basically every character from The List, and also magic systems and tropes from different books’ and TV series’ universes. So if something sounds a bit weird, it’s because either it’s from a book you haven’t read, a show you haven’t watched, or I just made it up for fun.
Okay, so here goes…
The trees rose up around her like monsters, their branches like long, sharp talons that scraped at her skin with every advancing step, as she slowly made her way to the middle of the clearing. Here, thankfully, the trees finally gave up and she could breathe, though not quite comfortably, as the cold of the night bit at the back of her neck, sending endless chills all over her body, from head to toe and out to the tips of her fingers and everywhere in between.
Holding up the lantern to light the way in front of her, she looked up to see a signpost in front of her, marking the location of where a small yet unusually well-trodden footpath led off into the far, far away distance. Squinting, she read the sign to say Idris. Beside it was another, with its own post, labelled Westeros.
And so as she kept turning, she kept finding herself looking at new paths. Scadriel, Chicago, Indianapolis. Some of the names were familiar – they were real places in the world, many of which she’d visited herself. Others, though, seemed stranger. Still, not all were alien. She knew Hogwarts, for instance. I mean, who wouldn’t?
“You can only choose one.”
She’d seen the movies. The horror movies, that is. She knew that the guy who turned round to see where the voice was coming from usually went mad from hearing said voices, or turned to see the other guy that they were running away from. Either way, they didn’t get much out of the experience.
“I’d hurry up and choose if I were you,” the voice chided, and she could’ve sworn there was a breeze down the back of her neck as she took another step forwards, towards Idris. “My master does not like to wait while people make up their minds. He finds it boring.”
She knew how she’d gotten here: she didn’t want to have a boring life, and Eir – the voice she was hearing, she wasn’t mad – had offered her an opportunity to break out of the daily cycle she had been stuck in for years. Obviously, she’d taken it, and now here she was. Although who this woman’s mysterious ‘master’ was still evaded her.
“Come on now. Chop chop, get moving. Haven’t got all day, you know.”
With a deep breath, she took a step down the path towards the Westeros sign. The foliage on either side of the path was spiked with delicate black thorns that scraped her legs, ripping her trousers right down the sides.
“Ooh, good choice,” the voice cooed. “Great place to live, the Seven Kingdoms. Bit bloody, though.”
But Rachel didn’t listen. She just stepped forward.
And on the outside of one ankle, there was a small burning sensation, as the tattoo began to take shape, resembling the head of snow-white direwolf.
So, I hope you all liked that. I’ll try to update it as much as possible, but I can’t make any strict promises concerning the uploading of chapters. If one is really long, I might split it into two separate posts? Okay? Okay.
July 29, 2014
I’m definitely going to have to come back and elaborate on this later, but for now all I’ll say is this, to all teachers: when you go that extra mile, no matter what it is – if it’s catching people’s puke or just letting someone sit in a quiet room for a bit with you – then you just need to give yourself a round of applause, because not everyone bothers like you do.
Originally posted on women with worth - w3:
At my triplets 4th birthday party our middle triplet got a tummy ache. She was standing in the middle of our living room when she got “the look”. It was all coming up. As she began to throw up her preschool teacher flew across the room (seriously, I think she had a super hero cape on) and actually caught my daughters vomit in her hands.
“Um did you just catch my daughters vomit?”
“Yes, what was I else was I supposed to do?”
She then spent the next few minutes helping me clean up what made its way to the floor and what made its way on to my daughter.
That was my first experience with one of my children’s teachers going way beyond their job description.It wasn’t my last and I can bet that there will be many more.
A few weeks ago two of my teenaged daughter’s…
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July 29, 2014
And before you object to my perfectly valid point, sit down and listen to what I have to say.
Quite a while ago, I found myself without the knowledge of how to say goodbye in Latin. Therefore, I took the initiative to create my own version, evlas (salve backwards). But, finally, I asked Arri how to say it, and she told me it was vale. As in the Vale of Arryn, the same pronunciation. And then, typically, I was embarrassed on the following Thursday when Mr McCrow corrected it, since it is actually pronounced vah-lay, because it’s a trend with Latin to pronounce every letter and, obviously, there isn’t the magic-E rule. That means that you say et, not just eh like in French.
Anyway, so we were in English that afternoon, and she came in at the end of the lesson for some reason. So as I was going out, I told her what he had said. She shot back the argument that:
“It’s a dead language!”
And trust me, I was not happy.
Now I understand that technically the title of this post should be Latin Is NOT An Extinct Language, not simply dead. Because the definition of a dead language isn’t what most people think. For example, Cornish and Ancient Greek are not usually spoken (although they still are sometimes), and I’m not sure if Cornish is dead or extinct completely, seeing as how hardly any of it is actually known.
On the other hand, some people apparently define a dead language as a language that has stopped developing. For example, if you could get Latin dictionaries that weren’t the kind that are split in half, Latin to English and vice versa, then there would only ever have to be one edition. English is constantly changing, with common everyday slang becoming part of the dictionary and the original meanings of words disappearing (for example, gay used to mean something completely different, and swag was an acronym).
But one could argue, of course, that Latin is still changing. Different textbooks and different dictionaries have separate, equally confusing opinions on the letter j (which annoys me slightly, but there you go. Yodia for the win!). This stems from the fact that Latin has a lot of strange rules concerning grammar and how verbs are conjugated, the different tenses, and groups of nouns, to mention just a few.
So, there were two different ways that the letter i could be used in words. And one of them sounded remarkably like the letter j does today. There are YouTube videos that explain it far better than I could ever hope to, but my point is this: some books use j in their vocabulary, and others don’t. In a way, they’re two slightly different parts of the same language.
And another way to show that it is always evolving is that words have to be added sometimes.
One day when we were in Latin Club, we decided to give each other Latin names. More specifically, the Latin translations of our names. So Rory became Rex Rubus Filius Lean (which is awesome, naturally) and I became Yodia Harem Something (Sandiford didn’t translate very easily, and I can’t remember what it was). Notice the Y in Yodia. It’s not Jodia. Because in this case, obviously it won’t be Iodia, because that sounds too cool for its own good, right?
And therefore Latin can’t be a dead language, because it’s still changing. Words are still being added, definitions are changing – even the way you pronounce some names, like Caesar, are technically incorrect – and so now we can get on to the good stuff.
Now, you’re probably thinking, but nobody speaks it!
Wrong. Absolutely brimming over with wrongability.
I can tell you about at least ten people who can speak Latin, or at least a surmountable amount of it, fluently. There are five of the sixth-years doing higher, plus me and Rory, a girl in third year, Arri, Mr McCrow, the head of district teacher he works with…
In other words, quite a few. And that’s just out of our school, which only has about four hundred people in it.
So in conclusion, Latin is not dead. It is still evolving, and is still spoken, still heard, still written and certainly still read. And let me get one thing straightened out here: a language which is supposedly “dead” is not automatically boring. Just because not everyone likes it doesn’t mean nobody does.