ilovecharts:

Stereotyping In Europe

aro-rusco:

El Greco, View Of Toledo (Spain)

Today my Humanities teacher passed out a paper with this picture on it. She had the class get into groups of three and write a description of the painting, detailed so well that a person who had never seen this work would be able to picture it. We had roughly seven minutes, and then we would read them to the class.

I didn’t know either of the other two in my group, so while they wrote their own description together, I wrote mine. The paper offered a considerably large space for a description, and so, since it was November and I was participating Nanowrimo, I challenged myself to fill the page. Here is what I wrote.

The picture is done from a high vantage point, looking at Toledo from a distance. Hills with trees and bushes are split by a winding river, flowing from beyond the city to below your feet. The water itself is split around a large, grey stone. Crossing the river and the bright greens of hills is a light grey road and bridge, surrounded by small buildings, and extending from the left, up a small hill, and into the city. Toledo, on the right, is built of the same colored stone as the road and bridge. The city surrounds a large cathedral, which is the highest point of land on the painting. Accompanying it into the stormy but bright blue-grey sky is a tall spire, but it is above the cathedral that the sky opens, and the cloud edges are white rimmed- the only pure white in the painting. Beyond Toledo, the land continues into ragged hills with several more buildings, and the farthest land seen is a rocky hill, suggesting mountains beyond the darkening horizon.

I ended up writing the final two sentences at the bottom of the page. Proud of my work, I was about to put it in my Nanowrimo folder when a girl from my group looked over. “You should read your description,” she said. “I’m sure it’s better than ours.” But before I could protest, the teacher had our attention, and other groups began reading.

All of the other discriptions were short paragraphs. Mine was so different from all the others, not just in length, but in content as well. Another thing that scared me was that I didn’t know anyone in the class. I was- not intentionally- the loner. My heart began to pound, and I set my hands to drawing so nobody would see them shaking.

The teacher called our group.

I read.

My hands were sweaty and my face was hot as I read; but my voice was steady, because I was reading my own work.

When I finished, there was a short silence. It was in this pause that I distinctly heard, from the front of the room, a soft voice say “Well, damn.”

Just those two words made up for all my fear and nervousness.

And then the teacher said “Well done, group four.”

shercockandmycrotch:

All your Reichenbach theories are now invalid. HOW COULD WE HAVE MISSED THIS ONE?

(Source: lebhaft)

fyeahbandkids:

marchingbandmadnesss:

mishalaaaa:

todayastudentsaid:

did-you-kno:

Musical roads are also known to exist in: Denmark, South Korea, and the United States of America.

Source 1, 2

Time for a tour!

DUDE WHAT.

SOMEONE. LET’S GO.

road/plane trip anyone?

what i wanna gooooo

malfoytheamazingbouncingferret:

merlinoftheroundtable:

captainkatey:

toof-ingadorable:

liveebreatheeanimalss:

His pattern spells “horse”

holy fuck. what kind of witchery is this?!

WHAT THE HELL.

I was like, what a pretty pattern. Now I can’t unsee the letters.