Mona-Lisa Saperstein has the same amount of syllables as Alexander Hamilton, if you want a quick fun way to ruin the first song of Hamilton
Furudate-sensei’s sketch to promote Vol 26 of the Haikyuu!! manga, which will go on sale 2nd May.
Title: Two people with no common ground promoting Haikyuu!! Vol 26
Ushijima: Haikyuu!! Vol 26 goes on sale tomorrow.
Kenma (cut-off): Erm… Hai-
Ushijima: We hope for your support.
Kenma (cut-off): We… Ah, sorry.
Kenma (cut-off):
…support.
Kenma (thoughts): WHAT IS THIS…!!
(I wasn’t too comfortable with Kenma swearing, but you could also think of it as ‘What the hell is this…!!’ His expression says it all.)
Source: Official Twitter
so there are lots of good pictures of baby peacocks practicing displaying
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(i found most of these on google image search but thought they were important to show the world)
this is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.
I love it.
When they’re this age or a little older, they’ll display at anything roughly their size: chickens, cats, work boots…
Accessories - including the Whale Bag, Shark Backpack and Turtle Purse - by Don Fisher Shop on Etsy
So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.




