Thought for sure my principal just killed me, if it weren’t for the sudden stop.

A Very, Very Strange Day

By Silvaan Ruth


I sat at my desk, waiting for the principal to come in, as I ate my lunch. Don’t know why I am here in lunch detention. The teacher says I am not, but I am alone in my classroom, eating: lunch detention. I chew in peace as I look at the pale moon in the blue sky, dreaming for a moment about what it would be like to be on the surface. What would the stars look like, I thought, or the earth, for that matter, from the surface of the moon?

With a snap of the latch of the blue door, a stark contrast to the white walls, I jumped. The Principal entered. She was a strange woman, with a hunch at her mid back, her white hair in an old-fashioned bun, white cardigan with a white blouse under it, and dress and cane to match. She had silver framed glasses that rested on a face like a troll, with a silver chain attached to it that snaked around her neck. She walked in, slowly maneuvering through the desks to sit on the one in front of me, moving the chair to the side as she did so. She laid her free hand over the one clutching the white cane in front of her, resting her hunched frame on it. Her blue eyes made her face seem kind and inviting for being rather ugly.


Jane’s oval face and almond-shaped brown eyes looked at me sheepishly, her straight, dark brown hair flanking her face, shielding her from the world. Shifting in her chair, her grey hoodie twisted around her arms as she crossed them over her white t-shirt. Her feet jutted out to the left of my cane, her blue jeans twisted around her ankles as she crossed them, and her grey sneakers squeaked. Fully settling in her defiance, she looked out at the pale moon in the blue sky.

I smiled. “Do you know why I am here, child?”

She looked down and mumbled, “No.”

“You’re not doing your math work.”

She shrugged and mumbled, “So.”

I chuckled, “Why?” I coaxed.

She looked sad, “I’m not as good as everyone else. Not as fast or as smart.” She swung her head toward me, glancing up at my glasses for a moment. Looking down at her desk, she said, “Stupid, anyway. No one will ever really need to use it.”

I smiled as I chuckled, “But how ever will you reach the moon?”

Her head shot up, looking me in the eyes, confused. The question, ‘how did you know?’ written in her glare.


My chair rose, me still firmly in it screaming. “What the fuck is going on!” I looked at the principal, her eyes shone bright as if stars had replaced the orbs. I launched into the ceiling, straight through it, tumbling into darkness. I thought for sure my principal just killed me, if it weren’t for the sudden stop.

I looked down from where I landed from the edge of a gigantic crater; I knew instinctively that I was on the moon. I followed the curving edge of the chasm until I saw the earth. The sight reminded me to breathe as I gasped at its beauty. Crisp, blue sphere in the middle of a sea of black. I don’t know how, but I could see the clouds swirling along the surface like cottonwood seeds in a summer breeze.

It felt so ridiculous that I could breathe, or still be alive, for that matter. I looked down, placing the sole of my shoes on the ground. I could hear the soil crunch under my feet; that’s impossible, I thought, yet it was real. I started to giggle a little, and it steadily grew into a belly laugh. “Oh. My. God. What the fuck in going on! How am I alive?!” I squeaked. But wait, I thought. “If I am here, then maybe I could go to my favorite planet, Jupiter,” I thought aloud.

I settled in my seat, readying myself, clutching the sides of my chair until my knuckles were white. I closed my eyes, wishing with all my might to go to Jupiter. After a few practice rocks, I threw my weight into the back of the chair, launching myself into the darkness again.

With a thud, I opened my eyes. To see my teacher standing in front of me, I jumped. “Sorry, dear, didn’t mean to startle you.” She glanced at my lunch bag and empty sandwich box, her eyes narrowed and mouth pursed in a disapproving look.

I looked around at the students, unaware of her glare, wondering why I wasn’t on Jupiter. She cleared her throat; I looked at her. She angled her head down, glancing at my mess, glaring at me a little harder.

I jumped to gather it all, “Yes-yes, sorry.” I said. As I put my trash in my lunch bag, I thought, Did that just happen? Why would I imagine that?

In my periphery, as I put my lunch bag under my chair, I saw something white move. I looked, and I saw the principal standing in front of the closed door, looking at me with blue, human eyes. They were not the shining stars I saw in her eyes before. She pointed at me with a smile, and, leaning on her cane, mouthed, “Do your work.” She winked. As her eye opened again, a blackness as dark as the universe was revealed. Where an iris should be, lay the stars of a universe yet to be discovered. She walked through the door as if it weren’t there.

I sat there in stunned silence as the teacher gave instruction.

When all was quiet, I managed to gather myself, and took the math test. I got a C minus. You may think that’s horrible, but I never really bothered to take them before that very, very strange day.

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Random Thought: Answer to Why do So Many People Love Loki?

funny-Tom-Loki-Hiddleston-villain-ThorWhy do people love Loki?

The main easy reason that comes to everyone’s minds is
“Loki is hot.”

But there is more to it than that

There are at least three unbeknownst-to-the-masses psychological reasons I can see why Loki is so popular and loved.

Reason 1. Is actually born from a something Tom Hiddleston said, “Loki is the artist, and Thor is the jock.” Well if we were to take “artist” to mean anyone who feels like an outcast (nerds, goths, geeks, etc.). There are a lot of people that feel that way but there are also a lot of people that look like Thor/the jock, but feel like Loki/ the artist.

Reason 2. Loki’s psychological struggle is experienced in everyone’s life at some point, and some may still be struggling with it. I mean, how many times have we seen someone have something traumatic happen to them, then they view their self as a victim. Then every decision and behavior after leads to them creating their own prison: either literally, figuratively (believing themselves to be the victim in general and, subconsciously, choosing behaviors that keep them believing/feeling they are), or both (in Loki’s case).

Reason 3. Is for the fan girls

Why do girls love the bad guy?

Well, every girl has grown up being told that if the guy is mean to you he “likes you” hence the reason girls go for bad boys… Like Loki

Girls have also grown up with the prince charming fairytales…Loki is a prince

And then there is this innate need girls have to help the man with their issues “I can fix him” belief we are instilled with which makes Loki look exquisite.

I mean, if a girl could have a wet dream it would be a prince she could fix.

Assumptions-Tom Hiddleston


I read an article filled with assumptions about how Tom Hiddleston would treat his girlfriend and I find this article to be unfair. We know nothing about celebrities we know nothing more than what we see. We can decipher from their behavior but it is still just a stab in the dark.

You have no idea what kind of a boyfriend he is nor anything really. Or if anything that he says in regards to relationships and love is even truly what he believes. This is a man that said himself “people contradict themselves all the time”.

I mean, we have no idea what he is like on a bad day, what if he sad or stressed and you have a date will it effect the whole day, or can he pull himself out of it. We don’t know what psychological baggage he comes with either through past relationships or what baggage he has inherited from his parents. He could be the jealous type, or maybe he has been lied to or cheated on, which can make someone suspicious and un-trusting in a relationship, which would change the way he would be seen. yet with articles and fans ranting on about how perfect he is, could he really get close to anyone? Because if he shows them who he is flaws and all, more then likely, he will be rejected because they can’t handle the flaws he has, and if someone did aproched him had seem to handle him they could very well be useless when push comes to shove.

I mean, think about it: If some one came up to you checking you out and asking you out because they had this idea that you would be perfect for them with out even really knowing you. Would you say yes? I, personally, would say no. I wouldn’t have the heart or patients to break there heart with the truth of who I really am, and maybe you will throw a little test to see if they can handle it. But with the articles that are out and the ideas people already have…alright, I will stop, sorry a bit of a behavioral psychology buff so I will stop here. Anyway…

The point is no one is perfect and Tom Hiddleston/celebrities are no different. And, even if you make an assumption-ial stab in the dark and end up being right doesn’t mean you know them.


#loki as a frog BE HOLD, FROKI!!!!!!


It’s by birthday and I’ll draw Froki I want to, Froki if i want to…. everyone sing (because this has been stuck in my head for days now the Loki me wants you suffer with me. lol)

A trail of thoughts…

I have this new character in my head
That I have been trying to figure out
I call him Luke (for the moment)
he was born through a dream I had of Loki.
I was watching Loki fan vids
To get myself in the mind set to tackle Luke’s character again
When I started watching Tom Hiddleston interviews
And Jeremy Renner asked him about his costume
He obviously had a love hate relationship with that costume
The way he looked at him forcing his lips into a closed mouth smile
He went on in a smartassy kind of way to take about
How the sweat feels like swomp water.

I thought
I have been in swamp water its not all that bad
Although, I was happy to get out and clean afterward.
It was a field trip in middle school to the Swamp Stomp.
You show up in cloths you don’t care get dirty
(very Dirty)
Stomp a trail in the muddy Swamp.
The guide and our teacher told us not to help anyone get un-stuck in the mud
They would do the helping.
But I guess they forgot about the majority of the class behind
Them and went off having fun guy time, or what have you,
forgetting everyone else.

I ended up helping a lot of them
It’s hard for me to explain how I figured it out
Maybe I was destined to work with mud.
But I could get myself out without panic.
And others with out panic as well.

Soon a girl wanted me to help her
I turned to leave.
She was that girl who spread a rumor about a friend and I
Being lesbians
Her reasoning I don’t really remember
But I assure you it made no sense.
And I wanted to leave her there
But damn my conscience
Pulled at a guilty stomach
And I turned around…

Wish I could have been like Loki in that moment
And just left laughing my ass off
With a “serves you right!”

Strange where thoughts will lead.