#acellus

[painauchocolate-enjoyer]

does anyone else have just like, some guy that they idolize like a celebrity?

Todd Edmond, Acellus history teacher. That's a guy whose hand I need to shake. Maybe talk about the weather with. Also maybe go fishing and eat a mid sandwich together. i don't feel that way about any other celebrities. but man, look at this guy.

this is the best guy in the world. and he's just some guy named todd from ohio. but i'd give up probably a trip to waffle house to meet him.

[mtndewlover]

Oddly threatening line from my online class

[tales-from-the-acellus-archives]

It’s really no surprise Acellus is moving to AI generated images for their lessons

the windows make no sense, the bats are messed up, and the trees are unnaturally thin. I hate this stuff, Roger.

@rogerbillings-blog stop this now

[blondebeardtheparent]

Captain’s Log

Stardate 20240701

Day 102

I died this weekend. It’s been a long time in coming, but this weekend put me over the edge. My ministry, my job, my family, my wife, my future, my self—I release them all. None of them can provide the stability I crave. My only anchor is faith. I have one choice: to believe in God’s love, or not. I cannot predict what He will do. I cannot dictate His will. I cannot manipulate Him.

We will not do any more treatment for Simon. As soon as we are cleared to leave the hospital, we will go and never come back. Whether he is healed or not, we will put in God’s hands. I’m not going to subject him to round after round of experimental treatments until he is too weak to continue and the doctors send him home to die.

No, we will leave the hospital and make the most of the time we have. If it is a year, we will enjoy a year. If it is a decade, we will enjoy a decade. If it is a lifetime, we will enjoy a lifetime. But we are going to live every moment.

I’m thinking of an RV road trip across the US. If I can find a sponsor for such a project, it would be a great way to spend the next year—50 states in 50 weeks. I’ve already contacted Acellus to see if they would be interested, but I haven’t heard back yet. If that doesn’t pan out, we will plan to sell most of our stuff in Dongguan and move back into our Shenzhen apartment to minimize expenditures. We will be going from 300 square meters to 60, but those 60 are ours. I’m done with Dongguan.

[antsy-rambling]

…I…Acellus x homer Simpson?????

[ltlemon]

my biology class DID NOT just use a HEART WIPE as a transition. IN THE VIDEO ABOUT HEART ATTACKS

[nomaishuttle]

my online school sends an automated message every single time i complete an exam but they have like. 2 templates. that they just use randomly. theyre like

Hi Kamille,

Congratulations - You passed your exam with (percentage)!

You are really mastering these concepts and they are going to be so helpful in your future.

Keep up the good work.

-Acellus Teacher

[timikaschambers]

Are Schools Losing Touch of Their Students’ Dreams?

Hi there, In, today’s podcast, Are Schools Losing Touch of Their Students’ Divine Purpose?, I invited my son, Cam, to share his thoughts on a statement he heard yesterday during his live lesson with his current educational program. Cam resonated with the concern that schools are losing touch with their student’s dreams. In this episode, Cam and I discussed his recent school experiences with…

[tr-mha-fan]

Imma be starting with this new online school called Acellus so I won't be online as much as I usually am 😔

Ill try to get on whenever I get the chance to, though

[astriiformes]

#op are you by chance the one who did numerous cyclotron tests and said fuck this (via @tales-from-the-acellus-archives)

No, actually I'm the one who did fieldwork catching squirrels and identifying various aquatic invertebrates in the lab and eventually hit college physics and said fuck this.

Now I'm on track to become a mad historian of science, studying monsters in early natural history texts. You know how it is.

One hill I will die on is that it's always infinitely funnier for mad scientist characters to have an actual area of expertise, and the narrower it is, the funnier it gets. Like, they're mad scientists. They can branch out from it. But it's a very special thing to be able to point to the person who built a death ray/engineered life in their basement/etc and be able to confidently state what they got their PhD in.

"Doc Brown is a mad scientist" Well yeah, obviously.

"Doc Brown is a mad physicist" Now we're getting somewhere!

"Doc Brown is a mad nuclear physicist" Specifically conjures up images of a guy who spent his PhD doing a million repetitive cyclotron tests and eventually said fuck this, I'm building a time machine instead. Comedy gold.

[mtndewlover]

🖤 🩶 🤍 💜

Me talking to my Asexual friend: Hey what's the shortening of your Identity?

My Friend:

[tales-from-the-acellus-archives]

06: Writing Flash Fiction

Task: Write a piece of  "Flash Fiction" on a theme of your choice. 

Essay:

"I have returned from a great venture into the darkest wood in the land, speaking many a tongue and meeting many a strange beast to get my cargo." I spoke as I strolled into the bar, after casting an immovable spell on the cargo I referenced, "If any person here lays even a finger upon my package they are to be frozen along with the wagon it's on and turned into a dubious stew." As I plop down at the bar, a curious man appears upon the stool to my right, this puzzled me as I ordered a nice and cozy beer as compensation for my troubles in the woods. This stranger sits at my side for a while, then queries: "So what exactly brings you to this county of Dupenschon? You seem to be outside your typical roaming grounds." "Indeed! ", I say, "how could you tell? Would it be my accent that betrayed me?" The man does not return my conversation, suddenly going mute. I then rise from my seating to walk to the door, when my mentor psychically messages me. As he is a sorcerer, I cannot legally put anything that he says onto paper, for he has gotten into so much legal trouble with the common folk, that he has cursed anything that is a direct quote from him to burst into flames but do no harm to the writer. He has also cursed me to never be able to finish any writing properly. In conclusion, I cannot attempt to break any of these curses due to the fact that he made a copy of himself that sits on my desk as I write now.

target word count: 200

Final word count: 279

[blondebeardtheparent]

Captain’s Log

Stardate 2024.03.05

Day 20

Today was a bit on the grumpy side for me.  The boys were a little scattered this morning, and I had to keep after them.  I think I was feeling a bit stressed as well; I was contacting research advisors about the prospect of getting my PhD—always a bit stressful.  I’m currently eyeing Bond University in Australia.  Now that we are homeschooling, we really have no limitations on where we go.  

We’ll be taking an exploratory trip to the Philippines once my wife finishes her certification exam.  I’m going to start researching Butuan City and see what comes up.  Worst case scenario, we get to spend two weeks at the beach with nurturing, spiritually mature friends before coming back into our decision-making process.

In other news, I started my first photo promotion today.  I’m hoping it increases the traffic to my site and generates a bit of income.  We’ve been waiting for a clear day to film our science experiment, but we haven’t had one for about a week.  I think we’ll just have to go with murky skies.  The lighting will be even at least.  

The boys just finished Acellus for the day.  Time to prep for lunch.

[ohnonotthehorrors]

Not to get in the way of a black and white opinion but:

Home school in America often is used for indoctrination. It’s also used for kids that 1. it would be Unsafe to go to school. 2. Live in an area with absolute Shit shitty schools.

(Think- it’s over an hour away, it’s so So religious, it’s falling apart at the seems. it’s full of bullies, it’s full of ALLERGENS. It’s not actually disabled friendly. It’s in the Middle of Covid)

I was homeschooled in America. why? The schools around were southern and they sucked.

The kid across the street from my house was home schooled in America. Why? Because school taught him organisms evolved to be like this and his mom couldn’t handle it.

(The irony that the schools were too religious for me but not religious enough for them is not lost on me)

The WORST part of all of this, is that ‘good’ homeschoolers will stand by Bad homeschoolers to Keep The Right To Homeschool.* Because anything else isn’t an Option.

(The BEST part about this is that there ARE good home schooling resources out there:

Personally; Acellus was great, Calvert was Pretty good but it went through some changes. And I can’t recommend Khan Academy enough.)

My point is: we need Regulations on homeschooling. Not a full stop. (Regulations IMMEDIATELY including; can’t homeschool if there’s Any history or report of domestic abuse.)

*not my family to be clear! That is information from a John Oliver video NOT personal.

Anyway enough lame gifted kid discourse we are in our 20s. Let's talk about how homeschooling in america should be fucking illegal it's insane lol

[nebuloracle]

Entangled Across Worlds

Hamal’s thoughts tangled with unnamed emotions, each one pulling him in a different direction. This field he found himself in was a momentary sanctuary, where he could escape the suffocating weight on his chest, even if only a little. Here, the worries of Mimi’s cryptic concern, Arcturus’s unannounced intrusions, and the chilling embrace of the mysterious woman in his dreams seemed distant. The insects chirped and sang Hamal into a deep sense of comfort. The chilling breeze wicked away his warmth, but he found solace in the warm topsoil beneath him. This field was the only place where he could pretend to be alone. Deep down, however, he knew solitude was a fleeting luxury. Tonight, throughout the vastness of space, even that would be denied to him. Not even a contented sigh could escape his lips before the voice of her returned.

“I haven't told you my name,” she said with terse apology, her tone clipped yet sincere. Her words brushed against his thoughts like a gentle solar wind over a tiny moon, "You can call me Ascella."

Now, that was a name Hamal was familiar with. He couldn’t remember where he’d heard it, though. He’d much, much rather she leave him alone, however. Hamal had hoped to use the moment of peace to sort out his feelings. This would only be another distraction—but why not?—he chose to humor it. Hamal’s brow clenched, thoughts racing, trying to piece together the identity of the specter that this mysterious voice seemed to be connected to.

“You know, that name rings a bell, actually,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “If you're really some kind of magical star-girl, then wouldn’t that mean some crazy astronomer dude discovered you the day you were born? I guess you wouldn’t know, being from space and all.”

The two held in silence for a moment. Hamal could feel the moisture of the grass he laid upon. From parts unknown to him, Ascella looked down upon a shimmering blue gem in the heavens, hiding herself from the unfiltered radiance of Sol. Ascella's mind hastened at the mention of a ‘crazy astronomer’ and its potential meaning. The thought of her moving one step closer to her father enticed her. Hamal could serve more purpose than being a person to get along with, but she hesitated to dig deeper. Ascella had learned not to raid someone's thoughts, even if it was easy to do so. There was no guarantee he had the truth in that head of his, and even if he did, getting it could be an irredeemable act in his eyes. Besides, it’s a big planet, to the tiny folk at least. Hamal could have been speaking of anyone.

“You’ve… heard of me?” Ascella asked, her voice quiet but insistent. She had to clarify, “That doesn’t make sense. Please clarify: do you mean Ascella from Sagittarius? Or perhaps one of the Acellus stars from Cancer?”

Hamal shrugged, an awkward gesture she could feel through his thoughts. “I don’t know. Isn’t Ascella the name of that new star? The one that appeared… like twenty years ago?”

Her mind raced, though she kept her tone steady. "Oh, yes," she said, the words tumbling out faster than she intended. "That is my star."

“That’s crazy. So Ascella is the girl I’m talking to, and also a star in space light-years away, and they’re one and the same?”

“That’s correct.”

“How is that even possible? Okay so what does this star in proportion to you? Do you think with a brain or with the star? Does it, like, send data into your head like cosmic wi-fi? How are you not having a huge identity crisis over this?”

“It’s not something I’d bother explaining. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. The perspective of earthbound beings is...”

“Careful, space angel.” Hamal said, his voice breaking the ambient silence. He was grateful no one was around to see him snapping his words at voices in his head. The words came out louder and drier than intended, but he didn’t regret it. His body relaxed once again, but his mind remained sharp, “Earthbound or not, don’t blame me just ‘cause you can’t explain things.”

The thought resonated, a declaration not just to Ascella but to himself. He wasn’t to be trifled with—human or not. He’d spent too long convincing himself he was a normal guy like everyone else, that nothing was wrong with him. He’d all but accepted that both those things weren’t true.

Ascella hesitated, the force of Hamal’s mind hitting hers with the raw intensity of a solar flare. She sifted through the explosion of referential thoughts bombarding her, not invading but catching enough glimpses to feel the weight of who—or rather what—he truly was. The conclusion struck her like a slap to the face. From thousands of miles away, Ascella held her hands over her mouth. “You’re the Hamal of Aries.” She could sense Hamal's sudden vulnerability; a raw, unguarded moment of defenselessness where his deepest truths emerged unfettered. "You're aware," she whispered, more to herself than to him. It wasn’t a question, but a statement of cosmic revelation.

Hamal stiffened, every nerve in his body going taut. The air felt sharper, colder. There was nothing to fight nearby. And even if he felt like hurting something, deep down, he knew Ascella wasn’t really his enemy. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low, dangerous. His thoughts, jagged and raw, raised walls between them like armor forged from memory and fear. “Don’t poke around where I don’t want you.”

But the truth was already out, shimmering like starlight in the space between them. Neither of them could deny it now: Hamal wasn’t just another human. He was like Ascella, a star walking in mortal form. Hamal was a celestial.

“So… what now?” Hamal finally spoke up, breaking the tense quiet between them.

“I don’t know,” Ascella admitted with a sigh. “I’ve never met another celestial like me before, one with a human parent.”

“Well, I don’t really know any either,” Hamal chuckled humorlessly. “I’ve spent most of my life trying to convince myself that I was just like everyone else.”

“You’re not alone in that feeling,” Ascella said.

Silence hung for far too long. To Hamal, anything would be better than sitting and talking about his problems, so he sharpened his gaze to the sky, raised a finger, and began tracing imaginary lines between constellations. The gesture sent a ripple of anxiety through Ascella.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound composed.

"I just got wondering, where’s your star?" Hamal said, his tone casual, oblivious to the weight of his actions. "So now I’m looking for it. I’m no expert, but I used to stargaze a lot with some friends back in high school. I think I can figure out where Cancer is from here if I find Polaris…" That star was aimed really high from his perspective, or so Hamal had guessed.

“Y-you’re what?” Ascella’s chest tightened. She wanted to stop him, to say it didn’t matter. Hamal had made it clear in the past that he wasn't the best candidate for this act of courtship, but the words caught in her throat. Did he even realize? Every shift of his hand felt like a thread pulling tighter around her, tugging at insecurities she couldn't untangle. She feared the vulnerability that would come from Hamal’s actions. He’d just asked her to not dig around, yet now chose to turn around and stare at her star? This made no sense, yet felt as if it checked out. If her father really was crazy, like Hamal may have offhandedly called him, then wouldn’t this align all too well?

"Why are you doing this?" she asked suddenly, her voice sharp. For a moment, Hamal hesitated, lowering his hand slightly. Her question had reached him, tugged at something just beneath his surface. Why was he doing this? Was it just to move the subject away from himself and his problems?

"Because I can," he muttered, side-eyeing the grass.

“That’s… sweet? That’s unlike you. No, forget I said that. Really, you don’t have to do all of this. I’d rather you not.”

“Well too bad,” Hamal says, “Stars are public domain. I’m gonna finger that star if it—let me stop myself right there. This one you?" He pointed to a star at random.

"No!" Her voice barked in his mind. "That’s Betelgeuse! You can't possibly think I'm that old."

Hamal snorted. "Fine. You’re picky for someone who doesn’t want me looking."

Betelgeuse. Now that was a handy clue; it meant Hamal was staring at Orion. Taurus should be somewhere to the right of Orion if that was the case, and above the loose cluster of stars that made up Orion’s club would be Gemini. If he could trace out the twins, he’d find their heads—and Pollux… Cancer wouldn’t be far away. Hamal continued scanning, brushing off Ascella’s protests as he narrowed his search. Ascella swallowed her unease. She couldn’t tell what the right thing to do was anymore. It wouldn’t make her a good friend to force him to stop. But as she let him search, her mother’s words echoed in her mind: “When a human finds your star, they’ve found your soul.”

She could still see Acubens’s glowing form, her voice reverent, speaking of the sacred bond she forged with a human in an instant. “When he found me,” her mother had said, “the entanglement was immediate. His devotion was overwhelming, but we wanted the same thing, and so his convictions called me to him. Through this, I learned what it meant to be a goddess—distant, divine, and irreplaceable." These words lingered in Ascella’s mind, shaping her own conflicting feelings about being found. Could she bear to be understood so intimately, not just for her brilliance but for the shadows within? The idea alone excited her, but its implications were still frightening.

Acubens’s words had been fervent, almost worshipful. To Ascella, they had felt intoxicating yet dissonant. Being discovered wasn’t just an encounter but a claiming—intimate and cosmic. Her mother hadn’t cherished the mortal’s love for its tenderness but for its totality. Ascella had imagined this moment going differently for her. Ascella simply wanted friendship, not love or worship. Hamal wanted… What did Hamal want here? Ascella wanted to find out, but Hamal wasn’t one to talk about his desires. Instead, he’d just hunt them down on his own until they were his. Ascella’s stomach fluttered at the thought. Maybe this really was meant to be.

And yet, Hamal, oblivious to the implications, continued his search. Each shift of his hand sent her pulse aflare, pulling her closer to the edge of something terrifyingly profound. From Gemini, it took a bit of guesswork, but he made his way to Cancer. From the middle, Acellus Australis and Acellus Borealis, just like Ascella had mentioned, were not her. In this direction were two of the legs of the crab. Hamal had forgotten their names, but they weren’t very memorable. On the opposite end were Altarf and Acubens, the other two legs on the constellation, which meant this bright star that has no business here was…

Then he stopped. His hand froze midair, and in the span of a heartbeat, their world narrowed to a single point of light. A thought rippled through the connection, unbidden and undeniable. It was his. It was hers. It was theirs together: "Found it."

Ascella gasped. For a moment, she felt their connection snap taut, a thread binding them across the cosmos. It wasn’t just her star he had found. It was her.

The sensation consumed them both, overwhelming every sense as their thoughts mutually eclipsed one another. Their minds brushed against each other, revealing glimpses of their innermost selves. They felt exposed, vulnerable, and exhilarated all at once, connected in a way they’d never felt with anyone before. It was a spinning rush of explosive release, as if the duality of their minds had approached an inescapable threshold, where they could both share in a distinct oneness. It didn’t feel like they needed to hold back anymore. And then, just as suddenly as the connection was established, the sensation evaporated into nothingness, before either of them could get acquainted with each other’s inner souls.

Hamal lowered his arm, blinking as he tried to process what had happened. "What was that?" he asked, his voice quiet, dwarfed by the magnitude of the moment they’d shared.

Ascella struggled for words, her mind spinning. It happened. She didn’t want it to, but that crazy Aries went and stared into her soul anyways. What did it mean for them? She only knew one way to react.

“Unbelievable,” she whispered, masking her turmoil with a teasing lilt. "That was—wow. Did you feel that? Like everything just… clicked for a second? You’re so forward, Hamal! Insisting to stare into my star like that… I don’t know what to say. "

"What?" Hamal blinked at her, uncomprehending. "I was just looking for a star. I didn’t…" He trailed off, unsure how to respond.

But Ascella wasn’t listening. Her thoughts raced between her mother’s warnings and the undeniable thrill of what had just happened. As fear warred with excitement, she forced herself to double down, her tone wavering but light. "You can't deny what we both felt. That was cosmic entanglement, and you’d better take responsibility for it," she said, crossing her arms and projecting what she hoped was mock indignation.

Hamal stared at her like she’d grown a second head. "Take responsibility? For what?"

"We share a special bond now. You’ve found my star. You've graced the purity of my soul with your eyes."

Hamal snorted, shaking his head. "You’re joking, right?"

Ascella bristled. "No. This is serious! My mother said—uh—when a human devotes themselves to finding a celestial’s star, that’s love! It—it has to be! It's cosmic law! You’ve entangled yourself with me."

“Wait, stars have laws? You’re making this up as you go, aren’t you?”

“Okay, maybe I don’t know all the rules, but it felt important, and my parents felt this too. There’s a precedent! Doesn’t that mean something?”

"So you have one example. Does that mean your parents are experts in this?" Hamal asks.

Ascella’s lips parted, but no sound came. The accusation hung in the air, sharp and unyielding. Her gaze faltered, drifting away from the earth as she scavenged her memories once again. The truth was as glaring as the starlight around them: she didn’t know. Not for certain. “I mean…” she started, then faltered. “It’s what my mother told me. And… she wouldn’t just fabricate meaning from something so important.”

Hamal rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna stop you there, before you have an aneurysm—or a solar flare, or something. I wasn’t devoting myself to anything. I thought looking for a star might move things closer to a “see you later.” And anyways, I'm not just some human, now am I? I'm the brightest star in Aries, and you're the brightest in Cancer. Let's not pretend like we have to follow our parents' every word. We'll get along better that way."

Ascella tried to clap back, but words wouldn't manifest out of her feelings. This cut deep, and she had to spend time reflecting on what had just happened between them. Another long silence lingered. Ascella looked up to her mother, and really thought the wisdom she imparted would help her for a moment like this, but Hamal seemed intent on breaking all convention she was taught. She didn't want to stay and take this. She didn't have to. But all that stood at the end of this conversation was a long and lonely stroll through lunar regolith, like most days.

"Fine. If that's how you truly feel," Ascella said, her surgical tone returning, "then you'll receive just what you've wanted. When the full moon reaches its apogee, if you've had enough of your 'space,' do consider reaching out again."

Then, it went silent. Hamal let out a heavy sigh. Her words lingered in his mind, alongside the strange, electric sensation of finding her star—of finding her. He didn’t know what to make of it, and a part of him didn’t want to. It was easier to chalk it up to another one of those bizarre celestial phenomena he wasn’t ready to face head-on. Yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging thought that maybe Ascella had a point, that maybe there was something more to all of this.

From the skies overhead, Hamal could see a shooting star. Its pale blue glow streaked across the sky to the eastern horizon, leaving a long tail that quickly dispersed. Hamal got up to watch it zoom by, fascinated by its beauty. It looked like it was almost headed straight for the moon.