Geography Club - EPUB. A modern classic about a group of teens discovering sexuality and identity, perfect for fans of Becky Albertalli, Adam Silvera, and David Levithan. Brent Hartinger's debut novel is a fast-paced, funny, and trenchant portrait of contemporary teenagers who may. Russel Middlebrook is convinced he's the only gay kid at Goodkind High School. Then his online gay chat buddy turns out to be none other than Kevin, the popular but closeted star of the school's baseball team. We could call it Geography Club!”. Brent Hartinger's debut novel is a fast-paced, funny, and trenchant portrait of contemporary teenagers who may not learn any actual geography, but who learn plenty about the treacherous social terrain of high school and. Then Kevin Land leaned over the wooden bench behind my.
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Geography Club by Brent Hartinger. Russel Middlebrook is convinced he's the only gay kid at Goodkind High School. Then his online gay chat buddy turns out. A geographer reads Geography Club: spatial metaphor and metonym in textual/ sexual space. Brown, Michael. Postprint / Postprint. Zeitschriftenartikel / journal. Teacher's Resource: Geography Club. For Level 3 and up. Created by Gary Kirkham. Discovery Film Festival: Sat 25 October - Sun 9 November
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My cover was holding—for another day at least. The paint is flaking off the ceiling in Mr. Sometimes the chips land on my desk. Gunnar and I had been friends forever, or at least since the fourth grade, when his family had moved from Norway to my neighborhood. Gunnar was a thoroughly nice guy and perfectly loyal as a friend, but—and this is hard to admit, him being a buddy and all—just a little bit high-strung.
Min was the school egghead. In other words, Min and Gunnar were both like me, occasional visitors to the border region of high school respectability. You said it yourself: this is an old building.
Lead paint? You know—the kind that causes brain damage if you ingest it? Gunnar could also be a bit of a hypochondriac or whatever.
So what if it is? Min said. It can also mean to inhale. I liked Min and Gunnar. We had a lot in common, and for the most part, I felt comfortable around them. But which was also why I guess I never felt that comfortable around them.
Suddenly, a blanket of silence fell across the cafeteria. Min, Gunnar, and I all turned to see what was making the lack of a commotion.
Brian Bund, a junior, was sitting by himself at a table in the corner, his hunched, bony back to the room.
Someone had flung a big spoonful of chili at him, and it had spattered across the back of his white T-shirt. As soon as people realized what had happened, they began to laugh. I glanced around the lunchroom. Ordinarily, there was a cafeteria worker or two around, cleaning tables or refilling napkin dispensers, but there were no adults just then—which was probably why Brian had been on the receiving end of the chili in the first place.
A lot of people were laughing at Brian now, but the jocks, sitting two tables away from him, were laughing the loudest. I was certain the projectile chili was their handiwork.
And Nate Klane flicked a heap of vanilla ice cream at him.
But at least I had to give those jocks credit for their aim, because everything they threw hit Brian square in the hair or back. By now, the cafeteria was ringing with laughter. It was coming from every corner of the room. The cheerleaders at the Cheerleaders table. The druggies at the Druggies table.
For the record, Min, Gunnar, and I made up the Nerdy Intellectuals, and no one at our table was laughing. Brian Bund was the unquestioned outcast of the school.
The jocks teased him mercilessly, and almost everyone else watched and laughed while they did it. Maybe Brian would be one of those high school outcasts you read about who grow up, found some software company, and make fifty billion dollars. The voice of a cafeteria worker cut through the din. Brian sat there for a second, the back of his shirt flecked with chili and ice cream and pudding. Then he stood up, and bits of food started dripping down to the floor.
Incredibly, Brian took the time to carry his tray to the garbage can, where he dumped his trash. But most of the kids in the cafeteria just laughed louder still. Talk about blaming the victim. Gunnar, Min, and I turned back to our table, but none of us said anything. I knew they thought it was terrible how everyone treated Brian Bund. Mar 24, Kiki rated it it was ok The thing about Schiphol is that it's almost too easy to navigate.
You get off your plane, and your connecting flight is about six steps away. I had a four-hour layover when I arrived there about two weeks ago, en route for Glasgow, and I made an uncomfortable beeline for gate D6, having stumbled off the red-eye furious, sweaty and exhausted. When I got to the desk, the clean, impeccably dressed, beautiful Dutch attendant politely told me I had three and a half hours to wait until check in, so I The thing about Schiphol is that it's almost too easy to navigate.
When I got to the desk, the clean, impeccably dressed, beautiful Dutch attendant politely told me I had three and a half hours to wait until check in, so I circled back and found what I assumed was a waiting area.
I opened this book on my Kobo and finished it with way too much time to spare before check-in, and that's factoring in my painful battle with sleep; I nearly had to pinion my eyes open and don't even bother telling me I should have set an alarm on my phone because my data cut off somewhere over Iceland and Schiphol's wifi is timed. So my phone bowed out.
My phone is a fucking quitter. What I got through the veil of my bleary eyes was a so-so after school special with a nasty sexist undertone and a foolishly easy ending that completely undermines the entire point of the book.
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First of all, it's rich of Min to get all holier-than-thou about Brian when she sat and watched the jocks bully him in the lunch hall and said nothing. Second, I don't care if it's to "take the fall" for the gay kids - Brian appropriates their sexualities and because of this they let him into the club as some sort of honorary gay kid even though homophobia is never something that he will fear in his adult life.When he discovers another guy from his high school in the room Russel is keen to meet up.
The group meets and decides on the Geography Club name to keep it private.
That's not the point here anyway. As soon as people realized what had happened, they began to laugh.
When I got to the desk, the clean, impeccably dressed, beautiful Dutch attendant politely told me I had three and a half hours to wait until check in, so I circled back and found what I assumed was a waiting area. Suddenly, a blanket of silence fell across the cafeteria. Min, Gunnar, and I all turned to see what was making the lack of a commotion. But which was also why I guess I never felt that comfortable around them.
Instead, I bent over halfway, sticking my rear out in his direction. Incredibly, Brian took the time to carry his tray to the garbage can, where he dumped his trash.