#Computer subject quiz

[townpostin]

BDSL Saraswati Shishu Vidya Mandir Excels in Cluster Quiz

Students win multiple prizes in English, Sanskrit, and Computer categories BDSL Saraswati Shishu Vidya Mandir students demonstrated exceptional performance at the cluster level quiz competition held in Baharagora. GHATSHILA – Students from BDSL Saraswati Shishu Vidya Mandir secured multiple top positions in a cluster level quiz competition held at Baharagora Saraswati Shishu Mandir on Monday. The…

[ksakiswh0re-xo]

✧ cockwarming draken while you study :

cw: fem reader, cockwarming, draken teasing, dirty talk/praise, hair-pulling, backshots, spanking, big dick warning lolol

wc: 634

Imagine cockwarming Draken while you study. You're sitting on your bed with your laptop and books all around you and you're naked from the waist down as you try to focus on taking your notes, but it's hard because all you can think about is how deep his fat cock is nestled inside your warm hole.

He's got an arm wrapped around your waist, making sure that you don't move as he watches your screen over your shoulder while you type.

Experimentally, he gives you a little nudge just because he loves to see you fall apart for him so easily. He smirks and nips at your ear when you whine and your fingers fall from the keyboard and onto his thigh.

"Keep typing. Be a good girl for me. Gunna ace this test, aren't ya, baby?"

You're too dumb to talk so he grabs your jaw and squeezes, making you face him as he moves your head up and down in a nod.

"I know you are, because you're my smart girl, after all. Get to it, baby, so I can fuck this sweet pussy just how she needs to be fucked."

—-

“Focus.”

Draken growls into your ear as he kneels behind you, balls deep in your cunt.

You’re bent over your laptop taking a quiz, breasts dangling heavily beneath you and almost touching the keyboard from the mean arch that your boyfriend has you in.

“‘m focused, Ken…” Your voice wobbles as does your hand; your mouse shakily hovers over a wrong answer before you suck in a breath and correct it.

“That was a close call, but you caught it, baby. Look at you, you’re doing such a good job.”

He spanked your butt a couple of times then rubbed the supple flesh with his big hands.

“I-I’m done…” The quiz was now submitted: you scored 100%.

Draken’s grin grew wider, showcasing two rows of perfect white teeth that you could see reflected in your laptop screen.

“Good fucking girl.”

He moved over you to close the computer lid and slide it onto the floor, pushing himself even further against your womb before he eased about half of his length out.

“Put the rest of that shit on the floor,” Draken commanded, referring to your multiple books, pens, and highlighters.

You hurriedly brushed the items off the edge of the bed, some of the pens rolling across the hardwood while Draken grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and began fucking into you relentlessly.

“Ah ah ah ah! Ken!”

The bed squeaked and rocked, the headboard banging loudly against the wall that was sure to have your neighbors pissed at you, but how could you care when you were getting the best fucking reward? Literally.

Draken slowed down and eased himself in and out of you to let you hear the squelch of your wet pussy a few times before he was buried deep once again.

“Shit girl, your greedy pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Something in him snapped, and the next thing you knew, his entire weight was pressing down on you as he pulled your arms behind your back and held your wrists against your ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Draken pummeled your pussy with ferocity until the both of you were moaning each others’ names out and spiraling into mind-numbing orgasms.

Finally, you were released and your fatigued body collapsed into the soft mattress. 

You could still feel your legs twitching while simultaneously your cunt contracted, releasing a thick gush of Draken’s cum.

Soft pecks were then pressed into your sweaty back until you rolled over to face your handsome lover, eyes fluttering dangerously as the urge to sleep swept over you.

“Rest for now. When you wake up, we’ll be on to the next subject.”

[thelazybard]

idk if you do modern AU, but it could be really cool like a modern au of the clones from Bad Batch + rex and cody in like university. what would they study, what hobbies, what would they wear! idk

or maybe like in the y/n s/o perspective how they would help them study through finals and midterms?

love ur writing 🫶🫶🫶

I love university AUs sm ughh

Modern!The Bad Batch +Rex +Cody x GN!Reader: The boys as university students

Rex:

Style: Athleisure for sure. Something presentable enough to attend class in but also hit up the gym in after. The same sneakers almost every day, and his gold chain.

Major: Philosophy

Study dates: In his dorm when Cody is out. You both fit into his twin bunk and quiz each other with flash cards.

Cody:

Style: Done up, slacks and a sweater every day for sure. I imagine him in brown loafers and gold jewelry.

Major: Engineering

Study dates: Out at a cafe with free wifi. He prefers outdoor seating so the two of you can have a bit more privacy while also enjoying nature, but he won't subject you to that in the winter. You doublecheck his math for him and quiz him on the different formulas he's got to memorize.

Hunter:

Style: Jeans, boots, and a graphic tee of some sort. A denim or leather jacket in the winter.

Major: Forestry/Environmental Science

Study date: Outdoors at campus, usually under a tree the two of you can lean back on. He brings snacks and a blanket each time, and the two of you study for your respective midterms in a comfortable silence until you fall asleep on his shoulder.

Echo:

Style: Similar to Rex's. Athleisure, but more boyish. Graphic tees of his favorite show and Nike sweatshorts.

Major: Biomedical engineering

Study dates: At your dorm because Fives always has a girl over. He tries to focus on studying but ends up getting distracted by the various doodads around your room, which results in you getting the great idea of holding him down and doing your skincare routine on him. No studying gets done.

Wrecker:

Style: He's the guy that wears shorts whether it's warm or not. A black pullover hoodie is a closet staple. (He let's girls borrow it so be ready to argue about that). Socks and sandals 100%.

Major: Sport's Medicine or Physics.

Study dates: In his dorm. He sits at his desk with you in his lap and you make him create/study quizlets. He takes breaks frequently to snuggle and kiss you.

Tech:

Style: Slacks, polo and blazer. Thinks you need to look your best to do your best. Him and Wrecker fuss over each other's styles constantly.

Major: Double majoring in Aerospace Engineering and Computer Science.

Study dates: In the STEM building in one of the many study spaces. He says what he's learned out loud to you to better adhere it in his noggin. He takes you out to ice cream after to make up for the lack of romance during the actual study part.

Crosshair:

Style: Dark academia on days he has a presentation. Rest of the time? Sweatpants and a black shirt. Something he can jump right back into bed in.

Major: I'm sorry but he's so a business major. Actually I'm not sorry.

"Study" dates: You go to his dorm and make out while a business textbook is open nearby. Studying!!

[chiara-hotel]

Helping teen!Reader with their homework Characters: Dazai, Silver Wolf & Arlecchino

Dazai can only help in subjects hes good in-otherwise he looks at the paper and states "yeah nope, can't do this-ask Kunikida"

Some Subjects he will teach include:

English/literature + Writing

Japanese

Geography

History

Whenever he helps you, he puts full effort into it though

Even more effort than work and if anyone says anything he just stares at them and goes like "do you really want one of our youngest members to fail the most important exam of their life? No? Thats what I thought so let me keep helping them"

Silver wolf is your main caretaker in the Stellaron hunters-I mean would you trust Blade to watch a kid every day? Or Kafka? So Silver Wolf has been there through everything with you

If she's not gaming then she's free to help you with any questions you need, she might not have the answer but she can always take your notes and quiz you

Even so-she's a fast learner and can memorize it even faster than you

Some Subjects shes good at include:

Computer Science

Anything related to games

English/Chinese/Japanese

Math

Subjects she doesn't like teaching you:

Science

History

- Silver finds those both boring-but if needed she will teach them

As he is one of the oldest members of the house of the hearth, he is used to helping the younger kids out

Even with their homework!

Lyney was definitely a A+ student in school so he could easily teach you some of the concepts you need help on

Whatever way you learn best, he tries to take that into consideration when deciding how to tutor you

If he needs extra help then sometimes Lynette helps you out aswell

Lyney also manages to use magic to aid in his teaching abilities (for example addition or such)

Some subjects hes good at:

English/Chinese/Japanese

Math

Drama/Dance

Art

Music

Some subjects he doesn't like:

Science

History

Aside from her harbinger duties, when she finally has the time to visit the house of the hearth she often helps the kids with their homework

If some of the kids need assistance, she is happy to help them

She is very direct with her teaching skills, but loves to use examples with learning

For example if you're studying for an important biology test on the human system she could get you a real life system to dissect

If you don't like those kind of things then she's also fine with sticking with diagrams

Some subjects she likes:

English/Japanese/Chinese/French

Art

Music

Science

Subjects she doesn't like:

Geography

History

- Now Arlecchino is amazing at teaching Geography and History-but they aren't her favorite subjects since she doesn't like talking about the past

[aroace-wizard]

Tzeentch

God of change, intrigue, magic and trickery. You're the smartest in some aspect. Socially, academically it doesn't matter. In that subject people come to you for answers and you often give them more than what they asked for. Oh and you also have a million hobbies.

Picrew chain and a quiz. Sorry im bad at this and my computer won't let me take a screenshot

@ashen-the-tiefling

@the-door-wizards

[mod-kyoko]

school au headcanons!! pt. 3

fandom: danganronpa: killing harmony

type: hcs, non-ultimate au

a/n: just how the characters would be if ultimates didn't exist

♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧

shuichi saihara

fucking mock trial kid if not debate

the shy but smart one

the one that the popular girls mess with like he's a little social experiment

his teachers love him because he always behaves in class and has amazing grades

kaede akamatsu

piano accompanist for the choir and theatre

in all honors classes and the honors society

perfect life?? does not struggle ever?? (seemingly)

the one girl as school who always looks held together and you've never seen her look anything less than happy and healthy and you're like please how

orchestra kid also (plays violin)

keebo

in robotics

kind of unnoticed

incredibly socially inept-

has the stereotypical small set of "nerd" friends that all sit on their computers at lunch and talk about video games and coding

kokichi oma

fucking theatre kid

class clown

some people hate him some people love him

some girl always humbles him when he gets too roudy in class

kind of the teacher's nightmare

ran cross country

rantaro amami

sk8er boy

every girl ever has a crush on him??? (but he's gay-)

secretly dating a soccer player

effortlessly popular somehow

honors classes

plays dungeons and dragons

kaito momota

the kid who carries a bluetooth speaker through the hallways-

p.e. is his favorite subject

runs cross country

the one who befriends the teachers that everyone else takes advantage of/teases

tsumugi shirogane

literally goes to school then goes home???

spends all her time in the library as an aid

self-sabotages her own social life

never ever goes to big school events but sometimes enjoys watching the play and musical

in the anime club

himiko yumeno

dnd player

people think she's weird but no one has beef with her

in quiz bowl 💀 (competitive trivia basically)

always participates in the school's talent show

band kid (trumpet)

maki harukawa

the girl that fucking hates everyone

always shows up to school just looking absolutely done

super quiet in class and does really well

her counselor tried to get her to join some extracurriculars so she decided to join cross country

takes her anger out in p.e.

gonta gokuhara

the kid with the kindest heart but suffering grades that the bullies love to target for some reason

does track and field

volunteers for so many organizations

he eats lunch in his favorite teacher's classroom

spends a lot of time studying but often cuts it short because he's so frustrated

angie yonaga

art club, art classes, lives and breathes art

always drawing during class and there are always people asking her to draw them

her art is always earning those rewards and being displayed throughout the school

friends with all the other art kids

kind of weird and accepts all the other weirdos of the school

the one kid that gifts drawings to their teacher that they hang up around the classroom

miu iruma

slacks off during group projects and in p.e.

just as unfunny as "the boys" of the class but no one cares because she's a girl

no one has ever told her to shut up

is in robotics competitively

makes fun of theatre and band kids

ryoma hoshi

everyone calls him emo (even though he is literally not) because he keeps to himself and wears dark colors

on the tennis team but doesn't really participate in any other school activities

wears his tennis jacket to school 24/7

gets lowkey bullied but always gets cold, quiet revenge rather than fighting back

kirumi tojo

always making conversation with the teachers and hanging out with them even though she has plenty of student friends

cleans up after everyone

is in student government

never ever dresses comfortably, always shows up to school dressed up

korekiyo shinguuji

the weird kid

everyone makes fun of him because he still wears a mask years after the covid pandemic ended

is on the quiz bowl team (100%)

model student and in the honors society

teachers dread him because he raises his hand just to add info to the teachers lecture either to correct them or because he thinks people want to know

tenko chabashira

fucking tryhard in p.e.

track and field

biggest school spirit at every rally

always yelling at the boys who mess around in class

is part of the GSA and acts aggressively gay whenever homophobes are around

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Carbon Pen and Glass Bead Event (Day 6)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✦ thursday || friday || saturday || sunday || monday || tuesday || wednesday

【High School Affiliated to Loveland University Second Year (Section 1) Semester Schedule - Tuesday】

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈

[MATH]:

Beginning with the morning self-study session, Old Gao naturally walks into the classroom, naturally hands out an impromptu quiz, and naturally starts grading the papers.

“Where’s Empress Dowager Hu? Has Old Gao ‘usurped the throne’?”

Victor remains as immovable as a mountain. After coming up with a tentative answer to the questions in his heart, he immediately takes out the exercise books for the other subjects–– realizing that if he doesn’t start now, he won’t have any opportunity to write throughout the day.

“Our Vic seems to be working hard. He’s even expanding into other subjects in the morning math study session.”

Old Gao unfolds the exam papers with a bright smile, “Children, your homeroom teacher is on leave today, so you’re all mine.”

“And of course, the evening self-study session also belongs to me.”

—

[MATH]:

Observing Old Gao’s extraordinarily casual explanation of the complex question and his naturally upturned lips, Victor very cautiously and deliberately marks this question— 

There’s an 80% chance it will appear in the end-of-month exam.

—

[SPORTS]:

Strange Tales of Loveland High School Five (V):

Upon the completion of the weekly one-kilometer fitness test, the running track would give rise to peculiar species contorted in various poses.

Pale and gasping for air, they would be in desperate need of water. Yet, among them would be rare individuals with handsome and exquisite appearances who would continue to carry themselves with grace.

“Whew, still alive.”

The next second, Victor’s face turns slightly pale. He notices the PE teacher bringing out the sit-and-reach apparatus.

—

[PHYSICS]:

After enduring an exceptionally dreadful “knowledge oppression,” Victor decides to broadcast some relaxing content during today’s lunchtime radio session.

In harmony with the melodious Symphony No. 41 in C Major, he begins reading excerpts from the Homeric epics.

—

[CHEMISTRY]:

“A and B might have an innate tendency to react when brought together, although the time for their reaction differs. C and D will never yield any results no matter how long they’re together, and E needs to be catalyzed to have any connection with F. 

Many things in the world are like this, and in reality, human connections follow the same principle. You require a significant amount of destiny to have that serendipity with someone.”

Hearing the teacher say this, Victor’s mind is filled with a distant silhouette.

—

[CHINESE]:

“Sir Vic, do you really think the world will end in 2012?”

“What do you think the apocalypse would look like?”

Victor doesn’t say anything. He simply reaches into his desk and takes out a math book in a very natural manner.

Amidst a chorus of agonized groans, that man walks in once again.

If the apocalypse were to happen, it would probably be a day filled with eight consecutive math classes.

—

[ENGLISH]:

A comforting listening test.

Brother Ying, in a rare feat, has managed to secure the computer lab,  so he assigns something practical for everyone to do.

—

[BIOLOGY]:

The power that erupts from silence should not be underestimated. 

— After the teacher’s first burst of anger, the biology class has a 100% attendance rate.

—

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✧ next stop: Wednesday

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[12raccoonsinadress]

can you make some of aizawa

Office Hours : Aizawa x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count: 4,900

Third POV

You were new to UA. Not really a teacher but certainly not a student. You were interning while working on your teaching license. You mostly observed classes, teaching the occasional lesson in general studies and such. Recently though, you started hanging around the hero courses. Your curiosity was what drew you in initially. Though not the path you would have chosen, you admired heroes and those who strived to become them, so you found a lot about how they trained and studied interesting. What kept you around though was one of the teachers. Shota Aizawa, otherwise known as Eraserhead. You had noticed how tired he seemed. It was understandable. Being a pro hero and a teacher must be a lot. So you offered to help out with grading papers. It wasn't much but it was one less thing for him to worry about. He had accepted your offer, and since then you ended up grading most of 1A's work. It wasn't too bad though. With them being in the hero course a lot of what they studied was more hands-on than on paper, so you didn't have to stress about having massive amounts to grade.

School had ended about an hour ago and most of the students had made their way to their dorms or were milling around outside. You walked down the empty hallway, flipping through the pages of the papers you had graded for Aizawa. It was some strategy quiz. A lot of it you didn't understand. You had simply followed the grading sheet, and most of them had done fairly well. You used your side to push the door to his office, going and setting the stack of tests on his desk.

"Here are the quizzes from Tuesday."

He didn't look up from his computer as he responded.

"Thanks. They had an essay on the proper way to respond during a crisis due today. It's there on the left."

He vaguely gestured to the stack of papers to his right (your left). You decided to lean on the desk a bit.

"What are you up to?"

"I'm working."

He glanced up at you for a split second before continuing to type on his computer.

"Working on what?"

"Emails."

He responded again flatly. You hummed, looking over at the papers he had gestured to. You picked up the first one, flipping through it.

"What am I grading them on in these?"

"Normal essay stuff. Spellings, grammar. The subject should be reasonable ways to respond in crisis situations."

You hummed a little. That didn't seem too bad.

"Is that it?"

"Yes."

You looked over at him. He looked just as tired as always. You kinda felt bad for him. All the stress without properly resting couldn't be healthy.

"You should take a break."

He looked up at you now, a brow raised. Then he shook his head and went back to his computer.

"I don't have time for a break."

"Come on. I'm sure you have time for just an hour of not working."

"I don't."

"...Half an hour?"

He sighed, looking up at you. Assuming you wouldn't leave him alone until he abided, he leaned back in his seat, arms lazily resting on the arms of the chair.

"And what do you suggest I do for half an hour?"

You thought for a moment.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

He looked at you curiously now.

"No. I haven't."

You smiled a bit.

"Why don't we go get dinner then?"

You suggested. He took a moment before a slight cocky, sarcastic smile/smirk came onto his face.

"Really?"

It was only a one word response, but you immediately felt that single word shoot straight through your chest. Your face grew a bit warmer. You hadn't intended for your suggestion to be taken as anything but friendly, but you'd also be lying if you said the tired hero teacher wasn't attractive in his own right. Especially with how he was looking at you right now. Tired, yet amused, and as if he could see right through you. It made you feel vulnerable. When you took too long to say anything in response, he shook his head, still wearing that cocky, tired, amused smirk. He stood up, patting your head as he walked past.

"Yeah. Let's go."

You came out of your thoughts, quickly turning to follow him. By the time you caught up with him, his expression had fallen back to its resting tired look. Before you could say anything, he asked without looking at you.

"Did you have any place in mind?"

"Ah, well there are a few different places not too far from here. Depends what we're in the mood for I guess."

He walked quietly for a moment, thinking, you assumed. Before too long, as you were exiting the building, he spoke up.

"If you're not picky, I know a place."

"Oh, Alright."

You weren't necessarily surprised but you didn't really expect him to just pick a place. He started walking in a direction. You followed him. You didn't know how to really make casual conversation with him, so you walked quietly for a while. Eventually, you thought of something to say.

"..What made you want to teach on top of being a hero?"

He glanced at you before sighing and continuing to look ahead.

"Someone's got to make sure there are competent heroes when we're done."

"Isn't it exhausting doing both?"

"Very."

"Is it worth it?"

He thought for a moment.

"Yeah. It's worth it."

You hummed softly. Before you could dwell on this long enough to think of more questions, you arrived at a restaurant, though it looked mostly like a dive bar. He walked in, and you followed after him.

"I'm guessing you come here often?"

He shrugged a bit as the two of you went to a small table in the corner.

"You could say that."

You could see it in all honesty. The place was small and uncrowded. Frankly, you wouldn't have noticed it was here if he hadn't led you. It was pretty well hidden. The warm lighting mixed with the dark wood tones of the floor, walls, and tables made the entire room feel dim. The walls were covered with retro-esc style decor; old band T-shirts signed by musicians, vinyl records, and older framed photos of bands playing in the bar among other things. You were definitely on the younger end of the people here, most of them appearing to be in their mid-40s or older, and they all were fairly quiet. The only really notable sound was that of the faint music coming from a jukebox, which stuck out with its now dull red color that you could guess had seen better days. It really did seem like a place you'd see Aizawa in his free time. You, however, couldn't help but feel a little out of place.

"It's quiet in here."

You noted simply. He glanced at a clock on the wall.

"Give it an hour. By the time it hits 8, it won't be."

You hummed a little, also looking up at the clock.

"The clock says it's 4."

"It's a couple of hours behind."

"Or a couple of hours ahead."

"Maybe."

Before much longer an older woman approached the table. She looked to be around her mid-40s. She had reddish hair, tied back in what was probably a bun in the morning, but was now falling out in every direction. She was wearing an old band T-shirt with a bunch of tour dates and cities listed down the front, none of them being in Japan, as well as an apron that was probably white at some point but was now a faded tan-brownish sorta color. She smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and wore a bright red lipstick. She smiled at seeing the two of you. The kind of smile an old friend gives right before insulting you in the most well meaning way possible.

"Well. I'd ask if it's gonna be the usual, but it looks like you're trying something new for once."

She had a gravelly sort of voice, though it wasn't necessarily unpleasant, just a bit deeper and raspy. He rolled his eyes. You blushed a bit, picking up on her meaning.

"This is a colleague from work."

You gave a small wave. She hummed, seemingly not believing him.

"Yeah, yeah."

She looked to you now.

"What can I get you, sweetheart?"

You now realized you hadn't so much as looked at the menu. Before you went into a full-on mini panic, Aizawa spoke, taking the attention off you.

"Just do two of what I usually get."

The woman chuckled.

"Alright. It'll be out soon."

With that, she walked off. You looked to Shota. You were both grateful and a little flustered that he ordered for you. You couldn't tell if he had done so to be nice, or if he just didn't want to watch you scramble to make a decision.

"You must come here quite a bit, considering the waitress knows you."

He shrugged a bit.

"I guess. Though, she knows nearly everyone by name and their order. Something about her quirk."

"A memory quirk then?"

"Maybe. I never asked for details about it. She just says she never forgets a face or an order. Your guess is as good as mine."

You hummed, thinking. You wanted to talk about something, anything really, but you found yourself at a loss for topics. He intimidated all your small talk out of you. He looked back at you curiously. You hadn't even realized you were staring.

"You don't get out much, do you?"

You looked at him, a little surprised he was the one making conversation.

"What makes you say that?"

You furrowed your brow at him. He shrugged a bit, leaning back comfortably in his seat, making it creak ever so slightly.

"You seem uncomfortable."

He noted. He wasn't wrong. You wouldn't really say uncomfortable though. Maybe just out of your element.

"I've just never been here before, that's all."

He raised a brow. You fidgeted with your fingers. He cocked his head to the side ever so slightly.

"Do I make you nervous, Y/n?

Those words felt like they shot through your chest. Your cheeks felt warmer. You took a moment to try and think of something to say to brush this aside, but before you could defend yourself, the waitress from before was setting two drinks at the table. Thankfully, she temporarily took the attention off of you as Aizawa looked up at her.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Just these drinks or are we feeling adventurous tonight?"

The woman smiled wryly. Aizawa looked at you.

"Do you drink?"

You didn't drink much. You would socially but it felt sad to drink on your own. You responded honestly.

"Occasionally."

He looked back at the waitress. Then he sighed.

"Sure. Why not. It's been a rough week."

She snorted a laugh.

"Alrighty then."

She scribbled something in her little notepad and walked off.

A few hours went by. As Shota had said, after a little while the bar did become more lively as more of its typical patrons got out of work. Men sat at the bar, laughing as they talked about work and life, and groups of friends poked fun at one another at their tables. A drunk man, presumably pressured by his friends, was up on the bar's small stage, poorly doing karaoke. The environment being a little more crowded made you feel less out of place. So had a few drinks.

You smiled brightly as Shota chuckled at your awful joke. Turns out that after a few drinks, he relaxes a little. He wasn't drunk. Maybe tipsy. You however were a little worse for wear. Not drunk enough to feel like you would make any big mistakes, but closer to it than he was by any means. He shook his head.

"That was terrible."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you do better, Mr. Grumpy Pants."

"I'm not grumpy."

"You are! You have resting grump face."

He chuckled.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah."

He shook his head, still smiling a bit.

"You're drunk."

"Am not! I'm perfectly fine."

He gave you a very "I don't believe you" expression.

"I don't believe that at all."

You looked back at him, offended.

"We've had the same amount to drink. That'd mean you're drunk too."

"Or maybe you're just a lightweight."

You glared at him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Challenge accepted."

"What?"

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms with a cocky smirk on your face.

"I bet I can out drink you."

"That is a terrible idea."

He grinned.

"You're just scared you'll lose."

"I'm warning you now. This isn't a good idea."

"Scaredy cat."

He sighed. Then he smirked confidently.

"If you insist. I guess some people need to learn the hard way."

You rolled your eyes, giggling. You were still certainly positive you'd win. Even if not, there's no way you'd pass your limit. He couldn't be that much better at holding his alcohol than you. Right?

That conversation was the last thing you remembered that night.

You woke up, not feeling the best. Your head was pounding and your stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. You went to sit up but you found that you couldn't. For a moment you just assumed your body was too heavy to move, seeing as you already felt hungover as hell. Then you started to realize things that made another option appear much more likely. You didn't recognize the room you were in or the bed. You weren't wearing the clothes you remember leaving in. In fact, you were pretty sure these clothes weren't yours at all. They fit differently. There was someone there, holding you. You were being held as the little spoon so you couldn't really see who it was. For half a second, you started to panic. Did you go home with some stranger last night? Then, a familiar sleepy voice made a quiet noise as he readjusted, holding you closer. You blushed.

"...Shota?"

Another sleepy noise, this time his hold on you loosened. You took advantage of that, shifting to turn around. You didn't properly assess the distance between you both because as you faced him, you were practically touching noses. Your face was a dark red hue. His eyes half opened for a moment. You pulled away from him some so that you weren't less than an inch from his face. He let go of you fully now, but only because he was rubbing his eyes.

"Good to know you didn't drink yourself into a coma."

He said a bit flatly, in a lower register than his normal voice due to him having just woken up. Your heart skipped at hearing him like that. You had a million questions. How much did you drink? Why were you here? Did you two do anything? Where were your clothes from yesterday? You decided to start with a simple question.

"What happened last night?"

He sat up, stretching a little. It came to your attention now that he was shirtless. And wow did his normal clothes do absolutely nothing for his figure. He was much nicer looking than you ever would have guessed. You sat up as well.

"How're you feeling?"

He asked, appearing to be avoiding the question. You rubbed your eyes a little as you assessed your own body.

"Hungover."

You said truthfully. He hummed slightly in acknowledgment.

"To be expected. You were past your limit last night. I'll be right back. Stay here."

You watched him walk out, leaving you alone in what you could only assume was his bedroom. It was comfortably dark due to the black curtains, so you had no clue what time it could be. There wasn't much going on as far as miscellaneous objects in the room. Just the standard bedroom necessities. Even so, the room was nice. It had the distinct smell of his cologne or whatever it was that he wore. You looked down at the clothes you were wearing. You assumed again that they were his, though the pink sweatpants made you curious. Before too long he came back into the room with a bottle of water and a small container of painkillers.

"For the hangover."

He put it simply. You nodded, taking them.

"Thanks... are you going to answer my question though?"

"You want to know what happened last night."

"Yeah." You thought back. "I don't remember anything after..."

"After you bet you could outdrink me?

You blush just a little thinking about it. Looking back, it was certainly not your brightest moment. You could only hope you didn't make a complete fool of yourself. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'll be honest with you, it's a little fuzzy near the end for me. But after you insisted you would be able to out-drink me, we had about two more rounds before I cut you off because I didn't want you getting alcohol poisoning. You, of course, insisted you were fine, but considering you could barely stand up on your own I didn't really believe you."

You already started to feel embarrassed. You could only hope you didn't cause him any trouble. He continued.

"Once you were cut off I figured it was late and I would try to get you home, but you weren't in a state to tell me your address. So I brought you back here."

It was his turn to blush, though on his face it was very subtle. You still noticed it though, and you hoped this wasn't implying things would get worse.

"I offered to let you sleep in the bed and let me take the couch, but you were very insistent that I stayed with you. You passed out pretty quickly after that."

You were both humiliated yet relieved. Sure, you made an awkward situation for yourself to wake up to, but at least you didn't try anything you'd both regret. Then you had a thought.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Oh. Yeah, you spilled your last drink entirely down your front so when we got here I let you borrow those. They're in the dryer right now. It'll probably be a while."

"...Thank you."

It was really sweet he went through so much trouble for you. You just wish you had a way to repay him. He nodded in acknowledgment.

"What time is it?"

You asked, just generally curious. He checked his alarm clock on the nightstand.

"A little after noon."

You felt a little bad sleeping half the day away, but at least he had also been asleep so it wasn't just you. He sighed, leaning back and running his hand through his hair. You stared. How could you not? He was absolutely stunning. Your mind wandered. You were grateful he didn't take advantage of your drunken state. You were in bed with him. It wouldn't have been hard. But he was better than that, even drunk himself. You weren't just glad that it proved you could trust him, but at the same time if you ever were to sleep with him like that you'd want to remember every single detail. The ways his hands would feel on your skin, his lips against yours, the way his voice would sound as he pressed you into the bed.

"Ahem."

He was looking at you. You hadn't noticed you'd been caught staring. You blushed hard, eyes wide, trying to quickly stammer out an apology or an excuse, but he stopped you.

"Look. Let's just skip all this awkwardness and get to the point. You're not the best at being subtle."

Firstly, ouch your pride. But second of all, you hadn't thought you were that obvious about your little crush. He continued before you could retort.

"We can either do this the hard way where you keep trying to defend yourself and denying that I'm right, or we can do this the easy way where I order us takeout and use the next half hour to do whatever it is you were just very obviously thinking about."

You sat stunned for a moment. He read you like an open book and you had no idea how he did it. After you took a minute to process what just happened, you pursed your lips, fidgeting a bit.

"Takeout sounds nice."

Smooth as always. He smirked a bit, but turned to his phone, presumably to order food. You sat there a bit awkwardly. You didn't know what you were expecting next, but the anticipation was killing you. After a moment he set his phone down. Your heart was pounding. He looked back at you, though you couldn't read his expression. He was looking you over, analyzing you. Part of you loathed how vulnerable he was making you feel. He moved towards you.

"Alright. We get 30 minutes. Are you ready?"

He spoke in such a casual tone it almost made you forget what his intentions were (or at least what you thought they were). Even so, you nodded. He positioned himself above you, making you lay back down. He smirked the slightest bit. You looked up at him almost in awe. He was so handsome. And he had you pinned to his bed. It didn't feel real. He leaned down, presumably to kiss you. You closed your eyes as you felt him get closer. You could feel his breath on your lips. But he stopped short. You looked up at him, flustered. He smirked a bit more, bringing a hand to brush the hair away from your face before finally kissing you. You practically melted.

The hand he wasn't using to hold himself up moved down from the side of your face, just lazily feeling down the side of your body. Despite only having 30 minutes, he was in absolutely no rush. Everything about his actions were slow, gentle, yet firm. It felt very loving, romantic almost. You reached up, wrapping your arms around him, one hand tangling itself in his hair. He deepened the kiss, leaving no room for you to control it. Not that you wanted to. He slowly started to slip his free hand under your (well, his) shirt. Not quite going straight to groping your chest, but instead just feeling more of you. Even though you really did enjoy how slow he was taking it, you didn't want to get interrupted by food showing up, so you took matters into your own hands. You let go of him to move your hands up his chest, since he was already shirtless, using this as an opportunity to feel him up. He seemed to catch your drift. He broke the kiss, watching your face for any signs he should stop before he started to pull your shirt off. You happily let him. He kissed down your neck and chest. You covered your mouth so you didn't make any embarrassing noises. He moved his hands to your hips, slowly starting to tug down your pants. You lifted your hips to help him get them off. Once he had you naked, he leaned back to look down at you. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed under his gaze. His expression was hard to read and you worried maybe he wouldn't like what he saw. He took his time, taking in all your details. His voice was just as it always was. Straight forward, but so easy to listen to.

"I have to admit. You look better than I imagined."

You didn't get time to fully think about all the things that he just implied before you were distracted by him pushing his pants off as well. You couldn't help but stare. He was a good size. Not too big as to be scary or uncomfortable, but certainly not small. He smirked as he leaned back over you and started to lazily trail his hand between your legs. You bit your lip a little as he teasingly traced over your more sensitive areas with feather light touches. He wanted to get you ready for him, he didn't want to hurt you. Slowly, a finger found it's way inside, pushing in at a steady pace. You let a small content sigh at the feeling. He watched your face with a focused yet softened expression, doing his best to be sure he was going at a pace that didn't cause you any discomfort. Soon one finger turned to two, and after a little longer, three. You were breathing heavy now, not a single thought in your head aside from him. You let a soft moan slip out despite your best efforts. He smirked ever so slightly. He pulled his fingers out. Then he seemed to have a thought, his smirk dropping as he thought about something. He moved from over you, prompting you to sit up as well.

"Is something wrong?"

You were confused as to why he pulled away from you, but then it made sense as he pulled a box out of his nightstand.

"No. I'm just surprised I still have these."

He examined it for a moment before pulling out what you knew was a condom. He was definitely thinking more about safety then you were.

"Been a while, Shota?"

You half teased. He looked at you, raising a brow.

"Yeah, and?"

"Should I be expecting you to be a little rusty then, or..?"

You smiled wryly. He chuckled a bit lowly, shaking his head some.

"You really don't know when to stop pushing, do you?"

Your heart skipped a beat and if you could be more turned on, you were now. He climbed back on top off you, pushing you into the bed. He spoke in a low voice beside your ear.

"I suppose someone has got to put you in your place."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. He leaned back to put the condom on. Thoughtlessly, you spread your legs for him. Despite definitely feeling like you were ready for him, you were surprised by the sudden feeling of him stuffing his three fingers back in. You let out a mixed gasp/moan at the feeling. He smirked just slightly.

"Just making sure you're ready."

He said almost innocently, clearly teasing you now. You huffed a little bit softly as he curled them before pulling them back out and moving his hands to your thighs, lifting your hips up so he could angle himself better. You were practically shaking in anticipation. You felt as he started to press in. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you and the other covered your mouth. He was slow, but consistent as he pushed in until he was fully inside of you. You were breathing heavy, but so was he. Based on his flushed chest and shoulders, ragged breathing, and death grip on your thighs, you'd guess he felt just as good as you did right now.

You made what could only be described as a small yelp noise when his hips shallowly snapped against yours. It was sudden, but certainly not an unwelcome feeling. As he started to move more predictably, you picked up on the fact that he wasn't going for speed. His thrusts were more precise, focusing on pushing deep and hitting harder. It felt incredible. Having said that, he wasn't necessarily slow either. His pace was what you'd consider a medium speed. He held tightly to your thighs, keeping them spread open, fucking you down into the bed with each thrust. Your soft noises grew louder as you felt the intense feeling building inside of you. Though hard to hear through your own sounds as well as the sound of skin hitting skin, you could hear him panting and groaning lowly. You hoped he was as close as you felt you were. You hardly noticed his precision started faltering as his speed picked up just slightly. He let go of one of your thighs, moving that hand to play with your clit, set on seeing you completely come undone beneath him. His hand, much like his hips, focused more on pressure than speed. His voice was lowly and labored.

"Fuck... Come on, you're so close. Cum for me."

Almost perfectly in time with him telling you to do so, you finally hit your breaking point, arching your back, squeezing the sheets in your fists, and tightening around him. He let a low groan, presumably also cumming. His motions slowed to stop before he pulled out and collapsed beside you. You both laid there silently for a moment, the only sound in the room being the combined heavy breathing from the both of you. He discarded the condom into the trash near the bed before turning to you. You both laid looking at each other for what felt like an eternity, but before either of you could say anything the doorbell rang. Shota sighed before getting up and looking for his pants.

"Good timing ?"

You smiled some, joking. He rolled his eyes but had the slightest smile too before getting his clothes on and going to get the food. You sighed contently. You could most certainly get used to this. Just looked like you'd have to pull him away from work more often.

[oukabarsburgblr]

PLSSS ramble about something interesting about your course, like I'm very invested as someone who sucks at math and chemistry, but also cuz word is that engineering is no joke so I'm curious about how you're handling that

But anyways, goodluck and stay safeee🫶🫶

Oh my u just allowed my nerd side to come out HAHAH TQ FOR ASKING 💋💋

Engineering is definitely not a course u can joke about as in if youre having doubts for taking engineering, immediately dropout or discuss w ur advisor/counsellor. As soon as u sunk urself into the field, you'll find yourself drowning if you arent able to keep up.

Applies to other fields as well but engineering is a pretty tight leeway education-wise. I can only yap about chemical engineering since thats the one im taking.

Backstory about my place of education: 1 semester equals to 4 months meaning 1 year have 3 semesters which is considered very fast since we have to cram assignments, two tests, multiple quiz and final exams for multiple subjects all in 3 months (1 month for sembreak). Its a very famous uni (if you know pls keep quiet and dont doxx me) and is known for producing top-notch engineers since its related to an engineering company so competition here is high and is very costly to pay (for subjects not food or hostel)

Foundation year i took : chemistry (1&2), physics (1&2), mathematics (1&2), moral/religion, english yada yada. Its just basic stuff and if u find urself struggling in this year, ure gonna die in the next.

First year, still covering basics of chemical engineering, still share same subjects as other courses such as engineering mathematics yada yada and minor subjects. Low amount of core subjects (2) for each sem

Second year (current), deep dive into chemical engineering, lots of lab stuff. Ive crystallized sum stuff hoho and i got a taste of what the industry is like

Supposedly after that during my third year i will be going for an internship and a final year (fourth year) where ill be making a fyp (final year project) and graduate!

Chemical engineering covers a lot of the engineering field. U can literally steal another course's job (except for computer and electrical) because the subjects that you're taking is very heavy and broad.

Hence, why chemical engineers are very sought after and why it is such a hard course to deliver.

Now from the subjects themselves, i would say CE covers a lot of chemistry, mathematics and physics. Biology is GONE. language you just gotta focus on ur wording for reports but theres also minor subjects to polish ur soft skills (professional communication skills, academic writing, work ethics, etc etc)

Can u believe i got a B+ for academic writing???💀 with the shit i wrote here HAHA maybe i deserved it.

Its quite a shocker since i score my core subjects really well until the minor ones come kick u in the ass.

Although i have to say that theres no use in having a flawless GPA if u have zero skills or achievement out of a test room. I have three clubs and joined 4 events so far. (I am tired of being the head of department for sponsorship) and am currently the vice president for my club etc etc. People will probably be interested in u for a bit if they find out u got 4 flat GPA but the second u show that u have an empty slate, goodbye.

As i said, competition in my uni is very high so i have never received an achievement in my department/university for like best student award or wtv. Kinda grinds on my inferiority complex ARGH

If ure not interested in chemistry nor mathematics, i really dont suggest u join engineering. Unless its electrical/computer.

Mechanical is hard too, covers a lot of physics but the most physic ish one is definitely civil engineering where you'll play w cement a lot.

If ure interested in chemistry but not engineering, try applied chemistry. You'll sit in a lab 24/7

U can definitely switch courses in my uni but its gonna be a waste of money since its very costly or a hassle to transfer credit so i suggest u talk with a professional regarding these things.

How i manage my studies, club activities, tumblr while maintaining a 3.89 GPA?

The week before a test, study. Two weeks before exam, study. The day before a quiz, study. Read thru lectures. Make notes from lectures. Do the example from lectures. Do tutorials from lectures. Do past year questions.

Every single one of my slide lectures i have rewritten in my notes. (My way of studying)

Club activities is a number two but its a great way for me to polish my leadership yada yada and its just a great way for me to peek into an office-work environment (my club is the university's support unit)

Tumblr- whenever im horny, i write that shit down on how a man would handle me and finger my ass. Today, i wrote two drafts and jerked off so hard my legs were shaking and i swore to never masturbate again.

Feel free to ask for more LMAO

[aarondaviddd]

Day Twenty-Two: "LAST QUIZ"

This is our last quiz from our subject, CC101: Introduction to Computing, from our instructor Sir Johnny.

[noctomania]

I just realized that Bette Davis is my longest standing fascination. I was perhaps about 8 years old when I first read about her. We were all part of a program, I believe it was called "accelerated readers" intended to increase literacy rates. I guess it is still in practice, but I'm unsure. In any case, I was among the earlier cohorts to be partaking in it. And I was terrible.

I never liked reading, and worse, my sister loved reading, which only made me hate it more. I tried to make it easier on myself when I had to read a book by picking something short. So one time I found this nice thin book that happened to be a small biography on Bette Davis. It also happened to be a grade above mine, whereas my reading skills were closer to the grade below. I failed the computer quiz terribly, but Bette has stuck with me ever since.

I remember the book talked about how she had been rejected in Hollywood due to her supposed lack of beauty. More specifically, I recall it talking about someone saying she looked like her face had been melted by acid. Well, as a child who was also enamored by and sympathized with the character of Grizabella in the musical Cats because of how she was rejected by the other cats as a hasbeen beauty, I immediately was on Bette's side. Even at that age, I understood that such a subjective matter shouldn't be the metric for what makes an artist profound or worthy of a role, or the basis on which you determine your respect for someone. I may not have fully understood the complexities of misogyny at the time, but being raised by a single mother of two children, I'm sure I had some foundational understanding of how to respect women properly.

Bette is responsible for drawing my interest into old hollywood films and stars. I started watching TCM at my dad's house when I was in my preteens, seeking out old black and white movies. This introduced me to Ginger Rogers and Katherine Hepburn. I learned about Mary Pickford this way as well in the wee hours of the morning when they would put on less popular silent films. Entirely fascinated me, and I could never understand people who felt they were boring to watch. While Bette was in the world of talkies, her style was from theater, which was what informed silent film actors to begin with. With a lack of thorough dialogue, they had to impress upon the audience through physicality alone. Some of the most well renowned silent actors were absolute professionals at physical comedy - like Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton.

I credit Bette Davis entirely for being a guide to helping me understand and respect the artists in front of the camera. She didn't act dramatically for the sake of being dramatic. She understood the undulations of a moment, taking the scene and ramping it because what else are you doing if not entertaining as an actor?

Though the rejection of Bette drew me to her, it was her no-nonsense attitude and her assertiveness that kept me around. To be so bold as to push back against the system she was trying to break into. Not without sense, though, always moderating herself but never leaving her spine behind. She made herself a queen by doing what those who were too timid to do refused. Even if she lost battles here or there, she won the war in my eyes. She wasn't one to back down because she picked her fights deliberately. She didn't assimilate. She overcame.

There will never be another of her caliber. No, not Streep nor Surrandon. Everything about her is individually iconic on its own, from her style to her acting, her voice, mannerisms. All of it. I could never imagine my life without Bette Davis in the background. I thank her for being the woman she was so I could be the woman I was and the man I am now. What is even funnier is that I'm not sure I even saw any of her movies until I was well into my teen years! I didn't even need to. Her legacy is that powerful.

God, i love Bette Davis. Thank you for existing. I wish you had been given the respect you deserved.

[justcyrinne]

There are a few people in my life that have helped me get to where I am now. One of those is my college classmate Ivan.

Ivan and I were both transferees when we first met. We shared almost the same schedule since we were kinda irregular freshmen but I believe mine was more hectic because I had to take all the units that I need for me to have regular schedule the following term. He told me that nursing wasn’t really his choice but that’s what his mom wanted him to take. He transferred to our university because he failed a major subject in his former university.

I first saw him when we were in a queue outside the college dean’s office. He asked me if I was also a new student since I was not wearing the lecture uniform. After that encounter, I felt a great relief when I saw him on the first day of chemistry class as he was the only familiar face inside the room. I waved hello at him when he looked my way; he was sitting at the front row while I settled at the back because I was too anxious to sit near the board. I can’t recall how and why I ended up sitting at the 2nd row next to him the next chemistry class and that was our seat plan for the entire term.

Ivan was smart and witty. I found that out because we would hang out after and in between classes with some of our classmates. The boys call him majinbo because he’s chinito and chubby with pink cheeks. They’d make fun of him and he’ll just laugh along or spit something funnier at them.

He was my savior every quiz in chemistry class. I am not proud to say this right now hahaha! I would copy his answers all the time except on major exams. One time, he told me that I’d never learn chemistry if I kept on copying his answers and assignments so I better study for real. LOL. He tried to “tutor” me a few times before giving me his assignments but my brain just didn’t find chemistry that interesting so everything he taught me never stayed in my brain LOL. With puppy eyes I’d still beg for answers each quiz.

Had it not been for his kindness, I wouldn’t have passed biochemistry. And had I failed that subject, I wouldn’t have graduated on time. AND had I not graduated on time, I’m pretty sure I would have fallen into a deep depression. At the end of the semester, he told me that he’s shifting major. I think he was going to study computer science the next semester.

I can still recall the last time we hanged out. We were eating iced candy and walking towards the school back gate and I didn’t realize that it was our last moment together. We were talking about something and then he asked me “kinsa diay imo first friend diri?” I thought it was weird why that question all of a sudden but I responded anyway. “Si June…” She was also a transferee and I met her a day before I met Ivan. He just said “Ahhh…” and then silence. We were still walking. To end the awkward silence, I asked him the same question. “Ikaw diay, kinsa imo first friend diri?” “Ikaw ako first friend diri.” And all I could say at that moment was “Aahhh okay…”

The sun was setting down and the sky was in diluted Tang orange juice that afternoon when I watched him walk towards the back gate. I waved goodbye as he made a turn outside the gate. I walked back to the front gate thinking how awkward that moment was. The following semester, I saw him down the hall at the college of arts and sciences building, where we had most of our minor subjects, wearing a CAS uniform. I don’t think he saw me that day. I remember feeling happy that he finally switched major and at the same time kinda jealous because he had the freedom to choose the major that he wanted.

I regret not taking a chance to thank him for all help before I graduated. I seldom see him around since we no longer had the same subjects. I knew that they were still hanging out with my guy friends but I never made an effort to say thank you.

Cut to 2019. I saw him cross the street towards the building where I work at that time. My heart skipped a beat and I wanted to call him but I was too shy to do that and anxious at the same time that he might ignore me. This was 12-ish years after I waved goodbye that one afternoon. I see him all the time while I was still working in that building but I was too nervous to talk to him first. And then the pandemic began.

I still think of him from time to time with a grateful heart for all the help during our chemistry class. And I am still in awe how we were never caught and how nobody snitched. I wonder if I’d still have a chance in the future to hug and thank him for being so kind and generous.

PS

Cheating, in all forms and ways, is not good. Please don’t cheat huhu! Also, please don’t tell on us hahahaha basin bawion among grades hihi!

[rnzrjay]

JOURNAL DAY 8

When I woke up this morning, I found that it was raining heavily outside, and the wind was strong. I was expecting that classes in the city of Bacoor would be canceled, but they weren't, so I still had to attend class. Despite this, I was happy because I made it to school safely and even received some allowance.

In our first subject today, which was Purposive Communication, we held a meeting to prepare for our roleplay scheduled on Friday. After that, our next subject was Understanding the Self, where we took a quiz. Following that was our major subject, Computer Programming. In this class, we each reported on the topics assigned to us by Sir Palugod. After the reports, we had a break since we had a 3-hour vacant period because Sir Palugod finished early.

After our vacant hours, we went to the computer lab to work on an activity, and while we were working, we were called one by one to have our ID pictures taken. Afterward, we were dismissed and finally headed home to rest.

[cyrllngst]

JOURNAL

Cyrille Joy B. Angosta BSCS101A Understanding the Self

Aug 19, 2024 During Sir. Rouie time, reviewed the handouts about philosopher and gave us 15 minutes to reviewed the handouts. After I reviewed the handouts, he quizzed us. Sir Rouie we checked our answer, and he told us we need to study the handouts because it will appear in the exam. After that he told us that our quiz is just a additional points

Aug 21, 2024 Sir Rouie discussed about the philosopher of socrates, st.augustine, etc.. short discussion only. In another another subjects they just discussion about the lesson. We made a powerpoint about philosopher of computing technology and answered the three (3) questions about them.

[mchlpdmnt]

Chapter 1 | Week 1 - Day 2

Today I was in a rush at school because I forgot that we are having our quiz in Introduction to Computing, due to that some of my fellow classmates didn't know about the quiz. Some of us decided to go by a group review during lunch break. During our class at the first period which was Purposive Communication, it was a pretty fast discussion to the point that we completed 4 lessons already. During our understanding of the Self period, we had a short activity where our professor wants us to know where our names originated and what was the story behind them. After that, we had a recall discussion regarding the philosophers that explains what was self to them. As for our first ever class in Computer Programming, we did a small orientation and discussion regarding the basic fundamentals when it comes to programming and we did introduce ourselves as well also. While there are remaining time my classmates asked our professor how we survive our course since it has a low passing rate and some of the students might wanna course shift. During our lunch break, my classmates and I were studying at SM Bacoor. However, some of the guards asked us to not study at the food court so we went back to the school and asked some of the room where we could sit in for a while waiting for our last subject. On our last subject, we had a laboratory exercise about the Notable Figures in Computing where my circle of friends and I did pass before the due time of the submission. Also, this was my first time ever to feel exhausted today just like those times when I was at the Senior High School.

#clutch #soeepie #groupstudyatitsfinest

[kairurl]

[UTS] Daily Journal | August 19, 2024

Today was full of events and enjoyment. Some of my classmates played a short game with me while waiting for our first subject professor, who ended up being absent (unsure). The second subject (Understanding the Self) surprised us with a short quiz. Although I managed to review a bit, out of 10 items of the quiz, I think I only scored 1, kind of disappointing for me as I guess I'm the only one who got that low score. Thankfully, it wasn’t an official quiz but more of a warm-up, so I see it as a lesson for me to review more thoroughly so I could get a better score. In our third subject, (Introduction to Computing), we have discussed lots of topics, including the history of computing, which helped me appreciate how far technology has come. I was also grateful that our professor explained binary systems and conversions between binary and decimal in a simple, easy, and straightforward way. Thanks to him I managed to avoid my brain exploding on spot. Later, we received an announcement about class suspension due to volcanic hazard, which was a relief because I could go home early. However, I’m concerned about our affected canceled Computer Programming subject, as we might have to tackle twice as much topic next meeting. That's all for some school stuffs. Also I got home safely, did my assignments, did some house chores and called it a day.