#crash course history

[washingtonstatethe42nd]

Why a flag for a face?

Dope ass old man.

DAR committee didn't have creativity, needed a state flag. Boom! George Washington!

[sansbydaily]

Day 278

Scott Pilgrim VS. The World

[hannahssimblr]

I open the envelope on the stairs. The same stairs I spent six years rushing up and down, going from class to class, that was always bustling with students, bumping shoulders, swinging school bags, yet here I am, on an empty staircase in the building I thought I’d never be inside again. All the people I thought I’d never have to see again are here too, milling in and out of the foyer, collecting envelopes, telling each other about their summer. Somehow I’d forgotten I would have to do this. 

I keep to myself, wishing to minimise any conversation. Get in, get out, that’s the plan. I slip my thumbnail under the lip of the envelope and pull my results out. 

Mathematics A1 English A1 Art A1 Biology B3 Geography B1 German A2

Oh, Jesus Christ. There’s a roaring in my ears. I shove my grades back into the envelope before anyone can see them, then add up the score in my head.

Five-fifty. Is that possible? I peek inside to check again. 

Yes. Five-fifty. 

I blow out a lungful of air. How can this be? I’m famously a fucking idiot. This is a disruption to my worldview. I hardly even studied towards the end of the year, so how in the-

“Jude?” Someone steps into my space, and I have to suppress a groan as Sam from the yearbook committee stands over me, looking completely misplaced without his uniform on. It’s like the freakish experience of seeing your teacher in the supermarket. Sam, without his starched uniform shirt and perfectly knotted tie, is hardly Sam at all. Perhaps he thinks the same of me without my tie, which was always hanging crooked with a blue ink stain on it that wouldn’t come off after a hundred washes.  

The smug look, however, is Sam all over. “Looking a bit glum. Are you disappointed in your results, or something?”

I pause. “No?”

“Oh, grand. Suppose you don’t need the marks anyway, do you? You’re off to art college in Berlin, so I heard.”

“You heard correctly.”

“Surprised to see you here at all, I have to say. I thought you might have been gone already, off to the continent and all that, instead of coming into school.”

“No, my flight’s Wednesday.”

“Ah. So soon.”

“Yes, I suppose it is.” He stands expectantly, hovering, and so, with a sigh, I ask him what he is frothing to be asked. “What points did you get, Sam?”

“Five forty,” he gloats. “I’ll be off to Trinity now, all going well with the offers and all that. ‘Twas an expected result, but I’m still thrilled with myself. Just goes to show that hard work and proper study really pay off.”

“Yeah. Well done. Lucky that points don’t count for me, then, hm?”

“Well, it’s only art school. It’s not like you need to be smart.”

“Yep, that’s true.”

Sam’s head swivels like a submarine periscope. “Oh, look who’s just come in.” His mouth stretches into an unsettling grin. “Sure, it’s the lovely Michelle Tengu. You should say hi to her.”

“Right, yeah.” I say, though my fight or flight has activated and my palms prickle with sweat.

Michelle crosses the linoleum floor in the chunky black boots she’s had since fifteen. She accepts her envelope from the principal and stands to the side where she tears it open and her eyes scan the page. It’s impossible to tell how she feels.

She looks the same, of course she does. Maybe her hair is longer, maybe her makeup is different, her skin a little browner, and I have this feeling as I see her, that I am looking at a picture of a person I used to know, someone whose name I remembered, but whose face I had long forgotten. This girl I loved, or thought I did. I don’t really know that person anymore, at least not how I used to. 

She sees me and gives a hesitant wave. 

I wave back. 

“You’re still here,” she approaches me with the caution one would with a spooked cat, emotions flashing over her face, like she can’t decide how to feel. Neither can I. She’s still blocked in my phone, from that fateful night in June, but now, on the cusp of September, those heavy feelings I had seem so melodramatic. I am just Jude, she is just Michelle, and somewhere along the way, without me even paying heed to it, a storm has passed. 

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“I expected you to sneak off to Berlin under the cloak of night.”

“That’s the plan, honestly. I just needed my results first.”

“I see. Are you happy with them?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I got enough for NCAD.”

“Oh, Michelle, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” An odd moment follows, where I am not sure whether I should hug her. I twitch toward her, then second guess myself, and then I just freeze there, halfway lifted from the step. I slump back down onto it. 

“It, um… Well. It sounds like you had a pleasant summer, and all that.” She says. “Jen was telling me all about it.”

“Was she? Yeah, it was fine. Did she really say it was pleasant?”

“She mentioned that you two had a bit of a falling out, to be honest.”

“Ah, yeah, we did.”

She gives me this awkward smile, and it’s instantly obvious that she knows. Jen, being Jen, has told her the entire story. She’s revealed every aspect of my summer - the festival, the conflicts, and its conclusion. She knows about Evie too. It’s in her eyes. It’s that hint of betrayal she knows she’s not supposed to feel anymore. In them lies the sting of an ex moving on and leaving her behind.   

“I’m, um…” I smooth the front of my hair. “I think things will be alright with Jen, probably. I just need time, you know?”

“Yeah. I get it.” She adds delicately, “though, like, you are leaving in about five days.”

“That’s true.”

“And you were really planning to just vanish?”

“Well, yes. I just don’t know how else to do it.”

“Usually people have a party or something.”

“No, come on,” I scoff. “I’m not doing all of that. It’s so much work.”

“Hm. I just think you’ll regret not saying goodbye.”

I can’t decide whether she’s right, and can’t think of what to argue in my defence, so I say nothing. A sympathetic smile crosses her face. It’s strange. She never looked at me like that while we were together.

“I can help,” she says. “It can be low-key, just a few people. I’ll send out a text and see who wants to come, yeah? Whoever wants to say goodbye?”

“Including Jen?”

“I’ll need to invite Jen.” she shrugs, “it might be a good chance to talk. To get it all ironed out.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I do. I think it’s best not to leave things unfinished.”

“Hm. That’s very philosophical of you.”

“Are you shocked?”

“Kind of.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Well I’ve been seeing someone.”

“A boy?”

“A therapist. I realised after we broke up that I had some things to work through. I had some… big feelings.”

“That’s great, Shell.”

I could swear that her eyes get a little misty as she inhales, as though to say something before deciding against it. She straightens her shoulders and smiles. “I’m happy you’re happy.” She says brightly. “With the Leaving Cert results, obviously.”

“I’m happy you’re happy, too.”

She glances toward the door. “Look, I better go, but I’ll text you about the going away party, right?”

“Yeah, I better unblock you.” It slips out of me before I can stop it, but to my immense relief, she laughs. “Good idea. See you Jude.”

“Bye, Shell. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“I dunno. For this.”

She just smiles. 

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[itscolossal]

Why Does Art Matter? A New Crash Course Series Explores Art History

[derseprinceoftbd]

Richard Feynman admitted in his memoir to activities that would legally be considered rape by deception in a court of law.

Fuck the Green brothers, and anyone who defends them.

[grace-williams-xo]

Y’ALL WOULD FORGIVE KANTHONY’S ABSENCES IF YOU WATCHED FELLOW TRAVELERS AND ILL DIE ON THAT HILL

[purplesigebert]

I want my professor to know that whenever he mentions the Mongols, this Crash Course bit goes through my head:

Also he mentioned how the Crusaders were all failures (for the Franks) and Bill Wurtz went though my head:

"They did many crusades, some of which almost didn't fail."

[batcavescolony]

Guys, People on Tiktok have beef with John Green. Now they're even stealing how we forced John Green off the site. (He must be so tired, he's the reason YouTube is popular but he can't stay on any other popular site without people having unnecessary beef with him)

[sincerely-sofie]

So does Ark fully remember or was this a “hey, how long are you going to lie to me? I want the truth” situation and then he was met with a “oh yeah, you used to be an attempted murderer and villain actually” in response?

(Referencing this chapter of TPiaG)

He has his memories back completely, and he has for an unknown amount of time. He kept quiet about that out of disoriented confusion at first while he tried to reconcile his two perceptions of Twig as being his closest friend and his worst enemy, but he eventually couldn’t hide his anger at being played for a fool any longer and let the cat out of the bag.

However, that is an absolutely hilarious alternate scene.

[alexiethymia]

Choi Chi Yeol malewife confirmed. Ok smooth move. Not sleeping and waiting for her in the early hours of the morning so they could make up?? That sweetness of them just making up the moment they saw each other?? Him holding her shopping trolley AND her handbag??

The way he takes care of her wound?? Like wow he is great at taking care of people?

The irony that it was murderous Mr. Ji who actually made it so that they ended up spending the night together?? I did not expect another make-out session after that dream kiss but whoo boy am I so so glad to be proven wrong. Mad respect for Haeng Seon. The thirst was real when he was blowing on her wound.

Literally wanting to eat breakfast together and just ‘five more minutes’ wanting to cuddle together?? I am sure he has never been more comfortable and at home on his bigass bed until he had Haeng Seon in his arms, with an arm pillow even! With their foreheads touching even! ALSO I MUST ADD, sleeping together and waking up while holding hands even! Like wow they seem like such a private couple in the sense that they don’t hold hands or are overtly affectionate in public, but get them alone together and they’re all cheek cradling and holding hands every moment and never wanting to let go. That’s my jam. I love those types of couples.

And the fact that it isn’t enough that Haeng Seon spent the night at his place. He also wants to spend the night in the Nam Family home, because as already established he just wants to be part of that family so badly. Like just cohabit already! Let him fulfill his dreams of being Haeng Seon’s husband, Jae Woo’s brother-in-law, and Hae Yee’s father figure already!

[disacurveball]

opening the hws japan tag is like playing russian roulette because the most interesting, historically-based headcanon is immediately followed by Hatsune Kiku in cat ears going uwu

[monsterlets]

TIP for high schoolers or college students taking core classes

use the crash course youtube channel to help you review for tests

I'm not saying only watch crash course, definitely do some regular studying as well, but if they have a playlist for your common core class that's gonna cover most if not all of what you'll need to know for a final and it'll be explained well (and it'll probably hold your attention for longer periods of time)

[emeraldsummers]

Sometimes Supernatural will make a reference that is so aggressively current and it reminds me that this show didn't just take place in 2005, and I'm reminded just how damn long this show ran.

[hollowsart]

all in one go-- cuz I remembered Sealand exists-- I came up with a very small and short spin-off Pokemon region concept:

A Pokemon "region" based on Sealand (with some generous creative liberties taken)

it takes place entirely on a floating fort tower in the middle of the sea. most Pokemon are literally just aquatic and to a much lesser degree are flying types.

there's like 4 prominent figures inside that fort that you fight against and then you have the fight the one who is in charge of everything and by the end of it you get a certificate to put in your room.

You have chores and jobs to do around the place (like solving gym puzzles) that help take care of the place and keep it running, it also helps you to unlock some extra areas to explore and be able to find and reach those 4 people you have to fight.

there's some unruly/ungrateful people inside the fort that you have to fight and shake some sense into, including their head man who was riling them up for some potential mutiny. (it's ok, it all gets settled by the time you reach the final person in charge of the whole facility to speak with them about this and they help find a way to settle the qualms of those rambunctious few.)

at some point something terrible happens and this is where you and the others get to see a legendary/mythical Pokemon that is either being aggressive or helpful.

I can see this being a spin-off type of game and not a true mainline game.

the Pokemon you have are gifted to you and I think it would be a unique concept of you getting to choose one of the other trainer's Pokemon after you beat them in battle to add to your little team, but you have a limit of a maximum of 4 Pokemon.

Your Pokemon are both tools and friends as they keep you company and also help you with the objectives you need to complete around the fort.

there's no new Pokemon, just all preexisting ones. Namely from Galar, and I can see Kyogre, or Lugia making an appearance as the legendary. Or for the mythical it could be Manaphy with a small group of Phione around it just drifting along the ocean's surface.

they wouldn't be catchable tho and would just be a neat little sighting for the story.

[shorthistorian]

As a high school history teacher, I would pledge a frankly irresponsible amount of money towards a remake of the Crash Course US History series. It ran from 2013-14 and is really showing its age. I'd love to see a version that adopts the more mature tone of the European History videos.

@sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog

[purplesigebert]

Yesterday's lecture was called Enter The Mongols. So naturally, I wrote in my notes: Enter - Wait For It - The Mongols.