#diploma honor

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[joasnebe]

I received for my participation at the mix reality exhibition “Interferences” @ M.A.D.S. Gallery a Diploma Honorificus. A big thank you to the curators and the whole gallery team!

[musicalmoritz]

I can’t take Teru haters seriously anymore, wdym your biggest opp is a dude who hasn’t even completed his GPA yet

[cicadasketch]

Here’s a bunch of silly messy little sketches for the mungrove peeps

[celestial-spectre-shuigui]

Sleep, hah. What an odd construct. It is not soemthijgn one who is not organxic such as I have to worry abour

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[nubezumie]

NEoNA for NEoNA_ART | ArtFight Revenge Attack Does this pony have enough diploma with honors in her eyes? :'D

https://artfight.net/attack/7523654.neona-for-neona-art

NEoNA, congratulations on graduating from "Hogwarts"! 🎓✨

Thank you so much for all the time we spent together studying. You are a very responsible person and a wonderful friend. I have always been impressed by your approach to work, the consistency and persistence with which you do everything, and your willingness to help selflessly. I could never do that.

I hoped we would graduate together, but unfortunately, I was expelled before graduation. Who could have thought... Now I don't know if I will come back to this college at all :'D

It makes me so happy that our paths crossed in this college, even before we were enrolled there. It’s practically the only good thing this place has given me. I was glad to walk most of this journey with you. 🤝

Congratulations again on your graduation and on earning your well-deserved red honors diploma through hard work and dedication! You are awesome ✨🎉🏅

[mango-shpango]

IM SUCH A SCHOLAR !!!!

[un-pearable]

genuinely so so mad this astronomy class is letting me down this dude is genuinely a shit teacher and has chronic “too little reading too many assignments” brain. but i can’t drop or i won’t get my honor cert at grad. hell of my own making

[ryuuseini]

Thinking about Them (my emotionally unavailable failboy and the obsessive teen who stalks (?) him)

[addierose444]

Commencement 2023

In this post, I’m excited to share some of my photos from commencement! After a bit of a rainy day prior (Saturday), we were fortunate enough to have beautiful weather for commencement itself (Sunday). As shared in my last post, during the Ivy Day ceremony I’d been awarded two engineering awards and had been called up to pick up a special gold tassel and cord for graduating summa cum laude (the highest tier of Latin honors). Given these honors, it had somehow gotten in my head that Ivy Day would be bigger for me than commencement itself as I personally took more pride in these individual honors. Please know that I in no way mean to undermine the accomplishment that is graduating from college, particularly for those who are the first in their families to do so! I’ll be the first to admit that I perhaps took graduating from college a bit for granted as I’ve excelled academically for as long as I can remember, technically had the requisite credits to graduate a year ago, and have two college-educated parents (one who holds a graduate degree from an Ivy League school). This is not to say that college was easy for me as I’ve had to work extremely hard over the last four years. With all of that being said, other than being a bit long commencement was an amazing experience. 

Commencement morning began with us lining up (grouped by house and within our house ordered alphabetically by last name). After a long while of waiting, we finally processed into the quad itself. Our commencement speaker was Reshma Saujani who is the founder of Girls Who Code. As a computer science major and future software engineer, I was sort of hoping she’d touch on technology in her speech. In retrospect, it makes sense that she didn’t as Smith is a liberal arts school and her formal education isn’t in STEM. With all that said did find her speech to be both interesting and inspiring. It was also fitting that she talked about bicycles as my big graduation gift is a new bike! Not sure if this link will work in the future, but here’s the full commencement webcast.

As for the official conferring of degrees, it was actually so much fun in large part because I was graduating with a Bachelor of Science in Engineering Science and Computer Science. (Note that sadly, majors aren’t listed on Smith diplomas unless a student writes an honors thesis that earns them departmental honors). This degree meant two things for commencement. First, as engineering is Smith’s only Bachelor of Science, we were technically conferred our degrees separately from and before our peers (who were earning Bachelor of Arts degrees). Not that the order itself matters (graduate students were before us anyways), but having this moment with my fellow engineerings was absolutely incredible. Second, instead of flipping our tassels from the right side of our caps to the left side we removed our caps entirely and replaced them with our hard hats! If interested, you can check out this post about the celebration of engineering seniors during which we received our hard hats. 

Leading up to commencement itself I was a bit conflicted about which of the hats to wear across the stage. On one hand, the mortar board represented graduating college and naturally highlighted my accomplishment of graduating summa cum laude. On the other hand, the hardhat was unique and represented all of my hard work to earn an engineering degree. Ultimately, I opted for the hard hat and during the ceremony itself decided to tie my gold tassel onto the left side. Around my neck, in addition to my gold cord, I wore a white Society of Women Engineers (SWE) stole, and a bright blue cord for ResLife. 

Despite having a set order (so they could read out the correct name), we were handed a completely random diploma. Thus, following the main ceremony Smith has this thing called the diploma circle to redistribute the diplomas. I really didn’t like this part as I was at this point quite drained and quickly crashing following the excitement of officially graduating. Additionally, as Washburn is at the end of the alphabet I got to the diploma circle on the later side which made getting into the actual circle more difficult. Fortunately, as pictured above, I did ultimately get my diploma! 

[milo-is-rambling]

There’s just something about having a panic attack and trying to hurt yourself in the bathroom at your brothers graduation ceremony while your grandparents sit next to a photo of their dead son, your dead father, your mothers dead husband and you’re just trying not to sob but every breath puts pressure on your chest and you keep imagining the nurses giving your father cpr after he coded again for the third time you’re crying and trying to catch your breath and somehow everyone else is normal and holding it together and acting like this is fine and this is what it’s just gonna be like and you’re sobbing and bleeding and thinking about how you’re never going to graduate and you’re never going to be happy and how your father will always be dead and how you’re going to be mentally ill and broken forever and how you need prescription pills just to not want to kill yourself and you’re thinking about how much easier it would’ve been for your family if you had died instead of your father and you know you can’t do that and you can’t make that change and it’s done it’s over now this is how it is but you can’t help but imagine a world where everyone else is happy and your father is alive and maybe in some daydreams I’m alive too but now all I want is to sob alone in the car and scream and cry and I want to be alone again I need to be alone in my room at night smoking weed and ignoring my feelings I need to not be here I need to not be here but instead I’m breathing and collecting myself and trying so hard to pretend everything is okay

[folksy]

is it bad to mention I’m in my university’s honors college? idk I don’t always mention it when I go into the spiel about my studies bc I feel it’s like. idk not appropriate isn’t exactly what I’m thinking. maybe it makes me feel like I’m propping myself up too much. but in a way I already am bc I am a double major with a minor as well and I do share that 😭

[hatchetings]

girl what do you mean my german classes are gonna be taken as college credit 😇

[incorrectbatfam]

It's graduation season and you know imma ask for batfam grad hcs

• Alfred missed his graduation because he was called to the military and didn't celebrate until after he moved to Gotham

• Bruce's name was somehow the only one the announcer goofed

• Kate celebrated leaving West Point by sticking a really big knife in a cake

• Selina crashed a lot of grad parties of people who didn't like her

• Luke had so many honor cords he had to wear some as belts

• Bette was valedictorian and snuck a Bruce Wayne Is Batman joke into her speech

• Barbara's graduation party witnessed the first and only time the Commissioner tried to breakdance

• Helena celebrated getting her teaching license with the kids she tutored

• Dick did a backflip across the stage

• Steph ordered catering from Waffle House

• Harper dropped out but set up fireworks anyway for the hell of it

• Cullen went from the unconfident freshman trying to be invisible to openly wearing a rainbow stole as he got his diploma

• Tim also dropped out but took people's grad photos in exchange for free food

• Duke decorated multiple caps and kept switching them out during the ceremony

• Carrie covered her robe with enamel pins that jangled when she walked

• Damian only RSVPed for the pets

• Cass graduated an online course and the family surprised her with her favorite midnight patrol breakfast

• Jason secretly finished school and is waiting for the day he can go "well actually…" and pull out his degree knowledge

[b0r3dtod3ath]

Hi,

Would you be open to write about Oscar and his childhood friend, now scientists. just them supporting each other during their own careers. Being so damm proud and all the time yapping about the otheres archivements Showing up at diffrent events for each other, like her coming to a race, and him showing up at a conference, where she's presenting her research.

Thanks a lot!

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♡ an: i messed up and replied to a different request with this T_T. so this is basically a repost. nonetheless, thank you for requesting and sorry for the mess-up.

Oscar couldn’t remember a time when you weren't around. From the early days at your father’s karting track, where you would sit on the bleachers with a juice box and your homework, to the present - F1 tracks, where your face was one of the first he searched for in the crowd.

Your friendship started when your fathers introduced you to each other. You were both six and despite most kids this age being disgusted by the opposite gender you two quickly became close. When you were kids people often mistook you as siblings - always next to each other, teasing and giggling but also supporting each other. 

When Oscar went to boarding school a lot changed. You went from seeing each other everyday to seeing each other twice a year. Nonetheless, not seeing each other very often and the mix of puberty hormones didn’t take a toll on your relationship. While Oscar was in Europe, racing in junior motorsport series, you were in Australia pursuing your academic dream. 

You two reunited not long after turning twenty. Oscar just got his seat in Formula one and you were on your way to receive your diploma. Even with your busy schedules you tried to spend as much time together as possible. You were a regular in the paddock and everyone in Mclaren’s garage knew you. 

The crowd was loud as Oscar climbed out of his car and hugged his team. His eyes searched the crowd until they landed on you - his biggest supporter. He jogged over and pulled you into a tight hug. You kissed his cheek and hugged him close “Oscar, you did it! You were amazing. I’m so proud of you” you shouted over the noise. His first Formula one win. “Did you see what I did on the first corner?” he said, his eyes full of adrenaline. “Did I see? Dude, I was clutching the seat so hard I might’ve bruised my hand. I thought Carlos would push you off the track!”. You laughed, and he noticed the way your eyes shone with genuine pride. For a moment, he forgot about the cameras, the media - everything except that you were there, seeing him at his best. “Now go get weighted so we can celebrate!”. 

Later that evening a group sat at a table at the back of a busy restaurant. Oscar was surrounded by many people, his teammate, boss, engineers and friends. But most importantly you were sitting next to him. 

You raised your glass, he rolled his eyes knowing exactly what you were going to do. “To the guy who went from karting on Tuesdays to taking wins on Sundays”. He blushed slightly from embarrassment, maybe from the alcohol . “To the girl who always believed I’d get there - even when I didn’t” he said quietly before bumping your glass with his. 

A few months later, it was Oscar’s turn to sit in the front row, this time at a prestigious science conference. He was out of place among the suits and academics, but he didn’t care. He’d been waiting to see you shine, finally seeing all those years of hard work in action.

The room was filled with applause as you entered the stage after being introduced by the host. “Hello, thank you everyone” you said in a confident yet still a bit shaky voice. You glanced at Oscar as he gave you a big thumbs up and a huger smile. “So before I start, I can’t express how honored I am to be standing here. This has been my dream for the past eight years. I want to thank everyone here, for supporting, inspiring and helping me through this”. 

Throughout the presentation your eyes kept finding their way back to Oscar. Whenever you would get a bit too overwhelmed, the sight of him calmed your nerves. After the presentation Oscar gave you space as a flood of people gathered around you, eager to discuss your theories. You answered questions from a mix of young researchers, curious students, and seasoned scientists who all seemed genuinely intrigued by your work. 

You were talking with an elderly lady, a woman that has been your huge inspiration. “Thank you. It’s… honestly, I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for people like you. Your work really inspired me.” You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you spoke, starstruck and a little shaky. She asked you a few questions and invited you to another convention. 

The woman tilted her head, glancing subtly in Oscar’s direction, who was leaning against the wall. “And, if I may say, it seems that someone else is equally inspired by you”. You blinked, following her gaze to where Oscar stood. He hadn’t noticed you looking, caught up in watching you in your element, a proud smile playing on his lips. You could see how much this meant to him - that he genuinely admired you, not just as his friend.

“Oh him, that’s just my best friend” you replied giggling a little. “Hold on to him,” the lady said gently, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. “It’s rare to find someone who believes in us as much as we believe in them” she paused for a moment glancing back at him “and stop by for a visit in my home in Uk, both of you”. 

Before you could respond the lady disappeared in the crowd. “Hey,” Oscar said, his voice soft as he reached your side. “How are you holding up?”.

“I’m good,” you replied, voice brightening as soon as he was close. “Still a bit… overwhelmed, but good. Did you, um, survive the science talk?”. He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think I caught about 30% of it, which for me is a win. But I caught all the important stuff - like you absolutely crushing it up there”. Your heart gave a little flutter, his voice hitting you harder than you’d expected. “Thanks, Oscar. It… it really helped having you here”. He looked down at you, his expression softening. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Seeing you up there… I’m just so proud of you, you know?”.

You let out a deep breath, feeling some of the tension melt away as you watched the lady. “I can’t believe she was here,” you whispered, still awestruck, “She’s, like, my hero”. Oscar chuckled, nudging your shoulder. “I get it, really. I feel the same way every time you’re at a race. Just… ridiculously lucky to have you on my side”. 

You smiled up at him, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “I’m the lucky one, Oscar. Thank you for being here. For everything, really.”

He didn’t answer right away, just watched you, his gaze steady and warm. “I’ll always be here”. 

… a few months later … 

“It’s a nice place,” Oscar said, parking his car. As you two walked up to the ivy-covered cottage hand-in-hand, he gave your fingers a squeeze, a familiar sparkle in his eye. “Think she’s going to guess right away?” he whispered, as if afraid to break the quiet charm of the place. You nudged him, smiling. “Of course, she noticed something between us before we even did”. He chuckled softly. “Guess that’s fair”. 

Before you could knock, the door swung open, revealing an old lady with a warm, welcoming smile. “There you are! I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost”. You and Oscar exchanged a sheepish look before following her inside.

Her home was cozy and filled with books, artifacts, and stacks of research papers - a testament to her lifelong dedication to science. She led you to a sitting room where a tea set and a tray of scones were waiting.

“So,” she began, settling herself comfortably into an armchair and pouring each of you a cup, “Tell me, how have the two of you been?”. “We’ve been great,” you began, accepting the delicate teacup she handed you. “It’s been busy, as usual, but… a good kind of busy”. The lady nodded,  “I imagine you’ve been wrapped up in your research, my dear. And you, young man - what line of work are you in?”. 

Oscar glanced at you, suppressing a grin. “I’m, uh… I’m a racing driver”. Her brows lifted in pleasant surprise. “Racing? Goodness, that’s a bit different from the world of science, isn’t it?”. He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Just a bit. I race in Formula One, actually”. 

Her eyes widened, a mixture of fascination and amusement flashing across her face. “Formula One! How thrilling. I’ve read about it - those cars going at breathtaking speeds. I can’t say I know much about it, but I can imagine that must be… well, exhausting.”. Oscar nodded, his voice softening as he replied, “It is, it’s intense, but it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. It’s taken me all over the world and I’m lucky enough to have had this one,” he said, glancing at you, “supporting me every step of the way”.

“And actually… there’s something else we wanted to tell you”.  Her  smile widened knowingly, and she leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Oh? Do tell,” her voice with a hint of irony. 

Oscar’s cheeks colored just slightly, but he held your hand firmly. “Well… we’re together. As in, officially”. She clasped her hands together, her expression delighted. “Oh, how wonderful! I could tell there was something between you two from the moment I saw you at the conference. And now you’ve finally seen it yourselves, too”. 

You both laughed. It was true, if it hadn’t been for her perceptive nudge, perhaps you would have taken even longer to realize what everyone else seemed to see so clearly. “Thank you,” you said, smiling. “You were right, back at the conference. He’s been by my side for as long as I can remember”. 

“Likewise,” Oscar added, his voice gentle. “She’s my biggest supporter. My constant”.

“Hold onto that. Life has a way of throwing surprises our way, but the strength you two share will see you through anything.”

The three of you sat for hours, talking about life, love, and work. The evening felt timeless as laughter and stories filled the air, connecting the three of you in a way that felt like family. When it was finally time to leave, she walked you both to the door, wrapping you in a heartfelt embrace.

“Promise me you’ll visit again soon,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “And don’t forget, no matter where life takes you, you’ll always have a place here”. 

“We promise,” Oscar said, squeezing her hand. “Thank you”.

As you and Oscar walked back under the starry sky, he slipped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “So… we’re officially a ‘we’ now, huh?” you asked.

He laughed as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Looks like it. Think you can handle it?”.

You grinned feeling his lips on your forehead. “I think I can. As long as I’ve got you beside me”.

November 4, 2024

[hemmingsleclerc]

Omg 🥹

ur writing for dad max is soooo cute

Can u make one where Olivia is graduating pre-k or something from school and the whole family attending the mini graduation and being so proud of her 🥹🥹❤️❤️

yes yes yessss 💗💗 thank u sm!!!!

Preschool Graduation┃MV1

It was a beautiful morning and Max was dressed in an elegant tailored suit. He stood proudly next to his wife Y/N as they attended their little daughter Olivia's preschool graduation. The air was filled with excitement as families gathered in the hall, adorned with beautiful decorations and colorful balloons emblazoned with the phrase ''Class of 2023.''

Max's heart swelled with pride as Olivia, in her tiny cap and gown, joined her classmates on stage. The little graduates were beaming with joy, and Max couldn't help but feel nostalgic about how quickly time had passed since Olivia's first day at preschool. He still remembered when he had cried that morning with his daughter in arms trying to convince his wife to stay home that morning and not send her to school because he still couldn't believe that the day had arrived.

Y/N, with a proud smile, squeezed Max's hand as they took their seats. Both families, the Verstappens and the Y/L/N, were there to celebrate this special moment. Max's parents were sitting nearby and exchanging proud glances with Y/N's parents.

The ceremony began with the children entering, holding hands and laughing. Max tried to maintain his composure, but every time he caught a glimpse of Olivia's radiant smile, his eyes filled with tears. He dried them discreetly, hoping his wife wouldn't notice.

When Olivia's name was called, Max couldn't contain his emotions. He let out a proud cheer that echoed throughout the room. He jumped to his feet, camera in hand, and started taking pictures madly. "That's my daughter!" he yelled, not caring that it elicited some amused looks from the other parents. Although his wife was not far behind, she also stopped to record from the moment her little girl got up from her seat until she turned to see her parents and waved with a huge smile full of joy from stage. Both families burst into applause and shouts when the little girl received her diploma. And to Olivia's surprise, all of her uncles were there too. Charles, Carlos, Lando, Daniel, George, Alex and even Checo with his family were there, all applauding excitedly and some crying.

Max's eyes shone with tears of joy and he wiped them away with the back of his hand, laughing at his lack of self-control, but he didn't care in the least.

To the amusement of the other parents, he snorted and pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket, declaring, "It's very emotional, okey?"

When the ceremony concluded, Max took Olivia in his arms and spun her around as she laughed with joy. Both met with the whole family along with the other drivers.

"Congratulations, my little champion!" Max exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride. Olivia smiled at her father, a miniature version of Max's infectious smile on her face.

The day continued with a celebration at Verstappen's house. Max and Y/N had organized a small gathering with family and close friends to honor Olivia's achievement. The backyard was adorned with decorations and a special cake.

While guests enjoyed the festivities, Max found himself reflecting on his journey into fatherhood. He had always been passionate about racing, but watching Olivia grow up gave him a different kind of satisfaction.

During the celebration, Max and his wife took a moment to share a few words for her little girl, expressing admiration for her determination and enthusiasm for her life. They talked about the joy she brought to their world and how her accomplishments, no matter how small, filled them with an immense sense of pride.

Many might know Max as the beast he was when he got into his F1 car and raced on the circuits, or others as the triple champion, but despite that, he was the best father to a beautiful little recent graduate named Olivia and he best husband for his beloved.