#failing the class with a 90 in the midterm .

[stillagoodwitch]

facing the consequences of my actions once again i hate it here

[copperbadge]

Before I left for vacation I did my usual “tidy for the petsitter” routine, and there was some paperwork that I thought should probably get put away, so I stashed it in a storage bin I had out. Because I know me, I put a note in my to-do list for when I got back that said “There’s important stuff in the bin, remember to go get it.”

So I did, but I thought I should deal with the other stuff in the bin too, and I’ve just been popping the lid and dealing with one or two things every time I go past it. Most of it is paperwork, and I’ve just hit some records from high school that my mother recently gave to me without either of us going through them.

There’s a bunch of report cards, which are heartbreaking and hilarious. I graduated a semester early and my last semester was cleanup -- two classes to complete graduation requirements and one to maintain status as a “full time” student. Two were math-based which I was notoriously bad at, and sure enough at the midterm I was getting a D+ in one and a C- in the other. We’d just begun digital grade recording, so the teachers would keep their grades in a paper book and then log into an extremely basic database and enter the grades, which would spit out on our printed report cards. They could put in a grade plus three “codes” which would print next to our grades as status updates, stuff like “disruptive in class” or similar. 

My English course, in which I was getting an A, said “Exceeding expectations” which was kind of Mr. G because I remember him and his expectations were exceptionally high for me. 

The other two have the same catechism: Missing Assignments, Does Not Pay Attention In Class, and of course...Achievement Not Up To Ability. Guess now we know why. 

Reading through these old cards with the cushion of time, it’s fascinating to see my young brain at work. My math and (math-based) science grades tank so hard, at the same time I was getting As or Bs everywhere else -- history, civics, econ, english, spanish. There are documented questions about whether I’m going to pass enough math to graduate high school, dated the same semester as my perfect Verbal SAT score and my fives in AP Comp and Lit. The first semester after I was put into the Gifted program, I failed Remedial Algebra.  

I did say at the time, to my mother and my teachers, there’s something wrong here. My mother, in her defense, had her hands full with my brother; my teachers just didn’t know what to do with me. The school district was broke and didn’t have disability testing available. By the time I got to college I’d simply internalized the idea that I was a neurotypical kid who got stubborn when asked to do something I found pointless and boring, and that was a personality flaw to be corrected, not a symptom of something bigger. My therapist for my last few years of high school agreed, and thought I should probably learn more anger management techniques. Although it turns out you can’t breathing-exercise your way out of undiagnosed ADHD. 

In any case, here in 2023, there’s no solution or tidy resolution or anything to be done about it, it just is what it is: a sheaf of paper from the late 90s about a smart fuckup who could have used a hand. I’m here now, alive and employed and medicated and a homeowner, so it’s a bunch of numbers that don’t mean anything. I’ll scan them into my digital archive, then toss the paper and never look at the archive again, probably. 

Achievement not up to ability. Boy, no kidding. 

[sunflower-author]

HI i've been obsessed with akaashi atm so could you do yandere akaashi

he'd be such a sneaky yandere since he's so observant and memorises your little mannerisms and personality. he knows just what to say to you and other people as well to get you all to himself

anyway idm what you do, have fun with it!! hope you have a good day <33

SORRY IK IT IS SUPER LATE, AND I TRULY WANTED TO DO THIS!!

ALSO I WAS RAMBLING A LOT BUT HOPE YOU LIKE IT;)

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      It's a Friday and school just ended, you go to the usual spot to meet Akaashi before he has to practice. A bench under the tree, on the opposite side of the gym, giving you guys time to talk, before making it to the gym.

After some time you see Akaashi turn the corner, from sitting on the bench you stand up to greet him. Smiling as you make your way toward him. 

"There you are, I was wondering if you ever were gonna come," you say jokingly.

"Sorry, that was my bad I was caught up with some schoolwork," Akaashi says. In reality, he was writing in his notebook about you. He has a notebook, where he keeps specific tabs about you. Your likes and dislikes, also including plans about what he would want in the future, plans like...

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"Y/N, I was wondering if after practice today, would you want to come over to my house to study?" Akaashi says walking.

"Sure, our AP test is coming up, and I'll be lucky if I get 3/5," you say shyly, following after him. (Headcanon that Akaashi takes AP classes) *ALSO I SWEAR I'M GONNA FAIL THAT TEST!!!*

"No comment," Akaashi says as he continues to walk.

"Hey why'd you say that?" you ask, confused and a bit offended.

"Well.. what did you think I would say?" Akaashi asks curious.

"I don't know, just not that, maybe something encouraging at least," you say, trying to defend yourself.

"If I say something encouraging either one, you would hype yourself up thinking your gonna do well,  then do just below that, and get all sad and guilty," 

"When have I ever done anything like that?" you ask not believing that you would do anything like that.

 "Remember your Biology finial, you said that you wanted to get at least a 90, I said how you've been studying so your gonna do amazing, but then you got 89. You ended up with a B for that class, you stayed in you room a whole week during summer, all depressed."

"It dropped my perfect GPA," you say defending yourself.

"Or two, you would study all the time till you only do well on that one test and forget about the rest, before you say anything, midterms... Your lucky it was only midterms."

"That only happened once," In your defense you learned never to try that again.

Rolling his eyes he finally says "Or three, if I encourage you right now, you might not take studying seriously and think you can just wing the test, and therefore end up failing."

"Oh yeah.. I do that one a lot don't I," you say embarrassed.

"You have been improvising a lot more than you usually have, now that I think about it, is something wrong?" Akaashi asks concerned.

"Oh.. you've noticed that?" you ask as you stopped walking, looking down ashamed. " I admit that I have not been studying as much as before... I just feel like I'm burning out... or maybe I am burnt out..." 

Akaashi going right in front of you, he just pats your head, it may seem small, but it is your favorite form of affection from him. 

"You know it is normal to be burnt out, the important and most hardest part is overcoming it. I'm always free when you need me. If you want I'll skip practice today, we can just go straight to my house," Akaashi offers.

"That's very sweet of you Keji, but the volleyball team really needs you. You're the only one who can handle Bokuto, and I can't imagine how sad Bokuto would be when he finds out you're not there today." You reassure him.

"You know I care about you, more than I care about volleyball and Bokuto, just say the word and we can go to my house," Akaashi says, persisting.

"Keji, pretty soon is the Spring Nationals, you need to prepare, I'll meet you after your practice," you say as you start to part ways.

Unexpectedly Akaashi follows you grabbing you hand softly.

"Where are you going," he asks. Normally you would wait for him in the gym's girls locker rooms, till his practice is over, since there was air condition inside.

"I thought that today.. I would go stay in class and wait for you, maybe study a bit before.. so that you don't need to catch me up on anything, then we can study faster tonight," you said.

"What are you hiding?" he ask.

"I'm not hiding anything," you said defending yourself.

"You're avoiding eye contact with me, you keep scratching your neck, and your more defensives than normal, I can tell when you are trying to hide something Y/N," he said. After a few more moments of silence you finally confessed.

"Alright fine... one of my friends invited me to join track practice today, I know you don't want to join any sports, but it was just a practice, I'm not going to join," you said admittingly.

"Was that all you were trying to hide?" Akaashi asks, acting surprised. "I'm sorry if you felt like that was something you had to hide from me," his words so soothing, hiding the venom within.

"It was just because whenever I tell you about a club I was going to join you would always turn the idea down, or convince me not to do the club," 

"That is not true-"

"Soft tennis, kyudo, archery, ice skating, and now track and field," you cut him off, apparently Akaashi was not the only one that was keeping tabs on their partner.

"I just don't want you getting hurt, and plus who knows...  what if you get too involved in the sport and fall behind in school, also when you compete would you be willing to do it, all eyes would be on you, I know you get anxious in a crowd, and when you compete your coach, teammates, friends would all be counting on you," Akaashi explains.

"Yeah your right," you say, realizing that you shouldn't have thought about ever joining a sport, there would be no way you would be able to handle the stress and pressure. 

"I just thought I would be cool to have a sport since your in volleyball, I didn't want you to think I was lazy or something," you say timid.

"I would never think that about you, I know how much you study, how much you help your family around the house, I would never think of you as lazy," He says commending. "But just out of curiosity what type of event would you have picked if you were to do track and field?" he ask.

"It would be pole vault," you say. Hearing those words Akaashi was so glad to have convinced you not to. 

Pole vaulter's have upper body strength, and in the emergency of him kidnapping you, with you having some upper body strength it would just be irritating. He would win though. 

"Pole vault?" he asks, hesitantly.

"Is there a problem?" you ask curiously.

"It is just that pole vaulting is one of the most hardest events, and you're just going to jump into trying it," is all he says. 

But that was more than enough. What were you thinking, trying to pole vault, your in your 3rd year. Image trying to practice, how underclassmen will just see how bad you are. They must be way better, the season started 1 month ago. Also there was other events practicing too, image all those eyes on you.

"Yeah your right, it was just a dumb idea, I'm gonna text my friend that I'm busy," you said as you pulled up your phone, and started texting.

As you start to walk towards the gym with Akaashi following behind you.

[reallypleasanttree]

A continuation for the Obamitsu soulmate drabble

According to scholars, a person experiences the physical and emotional pain of their soulmate.  If they received an injury, you would feel the same. A sprained ankle, scraped knee, bruised shins, or paper cuts. It was an empathic link between two people. 

On Mitsuri’s tenth birthday, she woke up screaming. The sound woke her parents and they tried to calm her down. Her cheeks felt as if they had been torn open. She tried to talk, but due to the injury she couldn’t for a few hours. She pointed to her cheeks and made a pained expression to indicate it was part of the soulmate connection. Her stomach rolled and she failed to eat the entire day. Underneath the pain, she felt terror. Her whole body trembled that night. Someone was watching her soulmate with ill intent. 

What happened to her soulmate? 

For the next week, Mitsuri failed to eat regularly. Periodically, she would taste blood and push her plate away during dinner. Her parents made an appointment with the physician when she refused to eat her favorite food. They put her on suppressants to dull the connection between her and her soulmate for the next week. The pain didn’t stop though. She couldn’t function with the constant worry and foreboding. Mitsuri continued taking the medication for years afterward. 

Whenever she attempted to go off the suppressants, the empathic link returned stronger and with it the dread and self loathing. She theorized her soulmate engaged in cutting as she could feel the slices on her arms and legs while off the meds. Mitsuri wished she was a stronger person, but she could not manage her emotions on top of her soulmate’s as a teenager. Her insecurities increased ten times during high school. She felt guilty about taking the suppressants. She would not have been able to function with her mental health issues on top of their self hatred, shame, and low self worth. 

Now she was in her college’s library studying for her first midterm. Mitsuri decided to major in psychology. The midterm was for her experimental psychology class. Right now she was reviewing statistical terms. She let out a huff, flipped over the note card, and cut the space between her thumb and forefinger. She hissed. 

Several people turned to look at her. Two guys at the table next to her, a girl sitting across from her, and a mask wearing boy a few tables away. She’s 90 percent sure he was in her psychology class. Mitsuri smiled nervously. 

“Sorry, paper cut,” she said and looked down at the cut. It was bleeding more than it should. She set her note cards down and grabbed a tissue to prevent blood from dripping onto the table or her study materials. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a band aid appear on the desk. She glanced up. The masked boy stood in front of her table. 

“Here,” he said. 

“Oh, thank you,” Mitsuri said and took the band aid. She paused when she noticed his eyes. They were two different colors. Blue and gold. “Your eyes are really cool,” Mitsuri blurted out. Her cheeks heated. 

“They’re weird,” he said as he looked away. He pinched the space between his thumb and forefinger. 

“No, they’re really cool, but I can’t be the best judge on what’s weird or not,” Mitsuri chuckled and pointed at her pink and green braids. The boy nodded and started backing up to return to his desk. 

“I think we’re in the same class. Mr. Ubuyashiki’s experimental psych at 1:30?” Mitsuri asked. 

“Yeah, I’m in the class,” he answered. 

“Do you want to study with me? I made note cards for the stats section. It’ll be fun,” she said. 

“If you want. It’s been hard to focus, so you can keep me accountable,” he said. 

“Yay!” Mitsuri clapped her hands together before inhaling sharply as she remembered her paper cut. The corners of his eyes crinkled at her mistake before he went back to grab his backpack and laptop. He sat down across from her. 

“I’m Obanai by the way,” he introduced himself. 

“I’m Mitsuri,” she said as she opened the bandaid wrapper. Mitsuri tried to use her left hand to place the bandaid over her right hand with little success. The bandage fell on the floor. 

“Do you want help?” Obanai asked as if he had not been watching her struggle for the last minute. He unzipped the top pocket and pulled out a new band aid. Not waiting for her response, he reached for her right hand. When they touched, goosebumps appeared on her forearm. Her heart quickened as he held her hand still and put the bandaid over the webspace. 

“Thanks again,” Mitsuri said as she grabbed her note cards to start quizzing her classmate. 

“No problem,” Obanai said. 

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“Have you met your soulmate?” Obanai asked out of the blue one afternoon in the library. They sat in a corner with sunlight filtering through the blinds. He was sitting in the chair caddy corner to hers. Mitsuri lifted her head to meet her companion’s gaze. 

“No-Well, it’s sort of hard to know,” Mitsuri bit her lip. She’d been taking the Apath suppressant since she was ten. He tapped the armrest as he waited for her to explain further. There were groups of people who shamed others for taking soulmate suppressants. They often cited the loss of the bond, disrespect for your soulmate, and countless other reasons. Obanai never mentioned his soulmate or his thoughts on them. 

“I take Apath,” she admitted in a whisper and glanced around them. The nearest person was on the other end of the library. She pursed her lips and studied his face, which remained neutral as he dipped his head in acknowledgement. 

“When I was younger, I woke up screaming. Something horrible happened to my soulmate and I couldn’t handle the pain. It kept me from eating. Any time I tried to eat it felt like I was ripping open my mouth and tasted blood. My parents worried and decided to put me on suppressants temporarily,” she explained. His eyebrows raised when she mentioned tasting blood. 

“After a week, I stopped taking them, but the pain didn’t stop. It came back worse, so I kept taking them. Every once in a while I try to get off them, but my soulmate-” Mitsuri paused and looked down at the space between her feet. “I think they hate themself. Actually, I know they do. It hurts knowing I can’t do anything to help them.” The corner of her mouth turned down. It was shameful to admit she wasn’t strong enough to cope with her soulmate’s emotions on top of her own. Hopefully, Obanai wouldn’t think less of her.  

“I know it doesn’t look like it, but I have my own issues,” she continued. “It gets complicated when my soulmate’s issues influence my own and I’m sure it’s the same for them. It’s better this way, at least for now.” Why was she even sharing this? He only asked if she met her soulmate. “Umm, so yeah, I don’t know if I have or have not met them to answer your question,” Mitsuri finished. Obanai’s face didn’t offer any insight into his mind. 

“I see,” he said. “Do you think they still feel your pain? Or is that also suppressed?” He asked as he rubbed the inside of his wrist. 

“I’m not sure. It’s different for every soulmate bond, according to the research. Some people feel pain and others don’t. There’s no rhyme or reason so far,” Mitsuri said. “Have you met your soulmate?”

“Not yet,” Obanai answered quickly. “I know they’re clumsy. They have a tendency to stub their toe and trip. It’s weird to feel a skinned knee without having one. It made wearing skinny jeans impossible,” he joked and his eyes crinkled. Mitsuri laughed louder than anticipated, which earned her a glare from the person studying on the other side of the building. Obanai and her shared a conspiratorial look before they returned to their respective notes. 

[magpies4nights]

(Title is a joke don’t take this seriously (please don't go to Ecuador)) GASA4AM COSPLAY MEET UP AT 0°47'03.1"S 91°00'09.9"W 1:00 PM ECT, BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!!!! (dev log #10)

Hi guys. I haven't died yet, for the people who are waiting on my downfall. It felt like I was dying because I was sick! yippee! I mean, I still am, but I can walk around mask free because it's basically just a little itchiness in my windpipe, but compared to last week Friday (I felt so sick I couldn't even get out of bed without the help of my parents dragging me out or even lift my head for that matter), I feel great. With how sick I was, I kinda didn't get to work on the fan game as I hoped I could. Of course, I could have requested to have a break from classes, but I think they wouldn't be so lenient without a covid test and I'm sure it would have been negative. I also had to do homework on top of having a sniffly nose and walking around like I was hit by a car. You know heavy machinery? I had to deal with that with fogged up glasses. My mom apparently said that her dad lost part of his finger to a table saw, and I thought I was going to have history repeat itself, although hopefully that doesn't mean the 90's are making a come back. The only good thing that may have happened was the MTV shows, Humongous Entertainment games and the Parappa series. And before you argue with me, Nirvana started in the 80's, and Titanic (1999) is not a good movie. Rose didn't love Jack, she basically kills him in the end because there WAS enough room on that door. Everyone who says she didn't kill him is a Rose apologist/j

Anyways, no more depressing shit for now. I’m almost done with the locations. At last. I have one more to do and then it's everyone else’s sprites and maybe rework Xandra’s because there are some animation errors in her sprites such as her ears disappearing when she walks. So yeah, next week when I finally have down time and feel better I can work on them. With the way things are going I'll probably have to update y'all the week after my birthday (which is late March. You guys will know when I change my bio from 20 to 21 (whopee I get to finally drink *shudders*)), because good god, classes are also going real hard on me. Midterm on the 6th? No thank you. Not after that essay you made us write which I practically had several panic attacks because I thought that piece of shit was going to fail me. If you're asking if I failed, no, surprisingly it got me a 100. I don't know if the teacher gave me pity points but somehow she said my clarity and my content was great which is surprising because there is no way someone who is practically having a panic attack and is really sleep deprived could ever do that (me when I was writing that).

I’ll be honest, the bottom floor for the house was a nightmare because there would be times when I had to figure out how the hell it would do the thing I wanted it to do based on Xandra’s location.

Anyways, music time. For possibly the last time for dev blogs for this project:

WATER BOWL💧🥣 WATER- 🗣️ WATER- 🗣️WATER- 🗣️WATER BOWL💧🥣🗣️ W-W-W-W-WATER ✨𝓫𝓸𝔀𝓵✨ (I was sick (and I still am) when I made that song)

(I guess there's now 2 songs with vocals)

Oh yeah I also drew up some stuff to make up for Valentine’s Day because I think it’s funny. And also it’s to cope with the pain of when my parents said go to bed and I was sick and bored and I couldn't lift my head up.

I also drew up something which was an old concept I had with Priyah, where instead of just pestering Xandra she did it to everyone by disguising herself as an erson (specifically as a holiday erson) and since there was no valentines verson in GASA4AM that I knew of I decided maybe she could pretend to be one of them.

(Translation because I know my handwriting is horrendous: Hi guys I’m Valentine’s Verson but you can call me Val. I’m like your 4th cousin. (These guys don’t look convinced))

Trust me you will recognize her in that Valentine’s version/Val disguise once you smack her glasses on her and take the lipstick off.

[topoillogical]

WARNING: ectremely weird and kind of angsty brag incoming

Got a 100% on my first regular stream (as opposed to the specialized math stream at my school, these courses are for econ students, CS students, etc) 300-level combinatorics course midterm, despite skipping a bunch of class and barely studying. Got a 90% on the second midterm despite skipping every single class between the two tests, not reading the textbook, and not studying. I just looked at the paper and figured out the answers.

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God, it's weird. I'm in a pond with such big fish all the time in my math program. When I take the specialized courses I'm a fucking dunce. Even working for 40 hours on a problem set I cant outperform my peers who spend 10 hours. I struggle in lecture. I always score below average on tests. I nearly fail.

But then I take a step back into the regular world and I remember that I'm a FUCKING genius! Like, for example, one of the questions on the midterm was this:

Let G1 and G2 be two copies of the complete graph on 5 nodes (I.e. K5). Let f:G1 -> G2 be a bijection on the nodes of the graphs. Then define a new graph G, with the nodes of G being the disjoint union of the nodes of G1 and G2. The edges of G are the edges from G1 and G2, as well as a set of new edges between G1 and G2 determined by the given bijection: there is an edge between nodes a and b whenever f(a) = b. Find the chromatic number of G.

Okay, so, look. I've never done a question like this before. But I'm smart, and I have experience, and I know about bipartite graphs and the four color theorem. So I made an educated guess that "chromatic number" meant the minimum number of colors that it takes to color the graph with no two adjacent vertices being the same color. I was right, of course. I also got the right answer: it's 5. You color the vertices of G1 from 1 through 5, and then color the vertices of G2 in the following way: the color of w (a node in G2) is (n + 1) mod 5, where n is the color of v (a node in G1) and f(v) = w. I wrote something similar to that, at least.

Okay, heres another question from the test: Find the number of integer solutions to the equation w + x + y + z = 100, subject to the following rules:

1. w is greater than 0

2. x is between 1 and 3, inclusive

3. y is greater than or equal to 0, and even

4. z is greater than or equal to 0

Okay, so, apparently, in order to solve this, you're supposed to use generating functions. I only know that bc I mentioned it to a friend after. During the test I didnt know that, but that's fine. I just applied logic and figured it out on my own.

If these questions seem easy to you and therefore this brag seems silly, that's just because you're also a genius. The test averages weren't that high.

Hell, I mean, I was even critiquing the test as I was writing it! There was a question to list the integers between 1 and 100 inclusive that aren't divisible by 2, 3, 5, or 7. I solved it, and then was like, wow that was easy they REALLY should have just said 2, 3, or 5. Like the point is. This is kiddie math to me. It is so beneath my level. But it's real 3rd year uni math that people struggle with

THIS is why I'm so depressed and living in constant agony. I'm SO smart and SO talented. But the bar is just SLIGHTLY out of my reach

In the minor leagues, I am completely dominant. Life's a breeze. And that makes me yearn yearn yearn yearn yearn for the major leagues. And every time I play there, I get CREAMED. It's no contest. Among the normies I am genius, among the geniuses I am a wet paper towel. It almost makes me wish I was just dumb in the regular world too, as horrifically naive and stupid as that sounds. It just feels so awful being strung along like this

I'm smart!!!!! I'm so fucking smart!!! But not enough

This is why my whole life is centered around math, I'm easily in the 99.9th percentile of ability. I'm a prodigy. But higher math is chock full of prodigies and amongst the prodigies I'm nothing. Gahshdishshsm. Math is my calling, destiny, and purpose. And all the 99.99th percentiles are out here doing it better than I ever could, and so I'm worthless

[xi-off]

did i ttell yyall bout that time i accidentally took a quantum physics class . u should hear it. it says more abt me than my mbti ever will

my first deadly yet obvious mistake was letting my cousin* help me put my schedule together. in my defense it was my first semester ever at uni and i was taking any and all help i could get. "ur doin premed u might as well take this chem class in case u need it for ur major later" he says. "ok" i say.

*this is the one notorious for building bombs in his kitchen sink. yes he was 2 semesters from getting his bachelors in chemical engineering b4 deciding it was boring and then swapping to computer science for funsies. why do you ask

so yeah the class is named some benign thing like "intro to chemistry principles" with a large footnote that its only required for a handful of STEM degrees, but it therefore covers any and every intro chem credit u will ever need. so im like awesomesauce. might as well since this uni is notorious for idiot credit transfer policies 👍

first week or two is also fairly benign. prof mentions the class is gonna b pretty intense due to the material itself being pretty intense, this isnt really an intro course so hopefully u took ap chem, and im like sure its a 4 credit class. i didnt take ap chem in high school bc our chem teacher Sucked (2/15 ap chem kids my year got a 3 and everyone else failed) so im a little nervous but prepared to hate myself the rest of the semester. pretty cool. chugging along. i dont actually have to teach myself as much basic chem as i thought bc most of its pretty intuitive but im waiting for the other shoe to drop

add/drop deadline passes. my schedule is now set in stone

everything was still fine for a bit. but as per The Rules, somewhere around the 2nd of 4 midterms stuff starts going off the rails and im like. bestie WHAT is happening.u want me modeling WHAT in this janky software from the 90s that responds if and only if it feels like it? wtf is a pi orbital? wtf is hilbert space??? (pause) ARE WE DOING QUANTUM MECHANICS in my INTRO TO CHEM CLASS

(also side note im taking 17 credit hours this semester. the other classes included calc 2 which sucks fat nuts despite the fact im taking it for the second time…its been like 2 years bc i took it in high school… and japanese 101 which ended up being worse than the ACCIDENTAL QUANTUM PHYSICS class in many ways)

so yeah i cried a lot. i got like a 60 on my final and scraped out with a B-. somehow even with Also A B- in my calc class my gpa didnt drop below my scholarship minimum of 3.5 until i failed illustration 101 later. and then i got really disabled. and then covid happened. and now ive been on academic probation for like . hang on doing math. 3 years. and also havent been able to get that resolved to take classes that entire time. and i need to go get that figured out so i can apply to another school UUUUUUGGGHHHHHHH f my gay baka life

tldr: stay in school to draw yuri on ur notes or jesus from bible will put u on academic probation for 3 years

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

1.15.23 Monday

9:07 am

Here in Conduent, as usual taking my brunch here in the pantry... Still, tight budgeting....

I saw someone named Mark from Delta account, I asked if I can microwave my plastics food lunch box coz I'm not sure if this is microwavable... Then, he said yeah! you can microwave that but just remove the cover...

Hmmm....I rode the bus from Salitran this San Agustin routing supposed to be going to Macapagal/ Double Dragon then when we were at the coastal the ticket boy said there was a sudden operation that the bus couldn't pass by there...

What else can I do? To accept that life is not always a bed of roses hoping for a sausage which I have here now...

I still feel this song, for Peachy/ Peaches and Peach...

9:36 am

Seeing this now here in the pantry...

" All you need is the plan,the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination"

By: Earle Nightingale

Wow! Amazing....

3:43 pm

I feel bullshit! I need to do a retake on my finals, the exam was not easy...

Potang inah talagah! I just need a job! Hmm...What is the point of battery test and pre-initial test and midterm that I passed...

SHIT! I missed a one point! I feel like a student... I got 39 out of 50, the passing is 40 and above... Bullshit! Shit this call center!!!

The bad thing about this final test, the correct answers once you submit it, it will no longer load for you to know your right and wrong answers...

It will just load there as passed or failed... Hmmm...But I was thinking if it can be controlled by someone behind.... Possibly.... No impossible these days... Hmmm....

But on the midterm after you submit the answers,you will see your test exam with the correct and wrong answers....

Last week, I noticed that the article number is changing, remember? It is weird, right???

The bullshit about this retake since, it didn't load my exam awhile ago for me to be able to see my correct and wrong answers, how will I know my 11 wrong items???

4:09 pm

If they will kick me out, will go to Concentrix again or EXL... Shit! This call center until I can make it!

Until, I can get a better position in time...

5:41 pm

Yey! My retake is 90% 45 out of 50 but I asked a help from a friend Dave on some questions, on my wrong items...

Yehey! I'm still surviving.... Thank God!

8:56 pm

Going home and happy but flat... I hate Aizzy but I like her to be my friend inside Conduent coz she is the mature person there near my age though she is on a third gender... I feel sad in a way... I feel that she doesn't like me, coz I want her to accompany me going to the seaside but she said she needs to go home right away coz she needs to sleep....

I feel so empty that I can't gain a companion coz most of the people there in my class are young soul or half of my age... So, supposed to be I want Aizzy the doll to accompany me, I said she is so "kill joy"... But I also have the maturity to act as an adult that I shouldn't push her on something that she didn't want to do or probably she is just tired...

It takes 2 to tango... It is just weird nobody will accompany me to go to the seaside... I feel bitterish and self-pityish...

It is just weird... But of course, I have to work coz I need money... I badly need money for my future.

I feel so empty... But I need to work and I need money and I need a career growth... I wanna travel and for my vanity and John and other expenses...

I have to beat this call center,in a way.... It made me feel bitter, empty and questioning myself, why... Why? Why?

9:24 pm

I feel bitterish... I hope to meet a Daddy.... But it must be mutual... So, saddish angels... I wanna leave Cavite if I can in a way.. I need growth...

I still have windblow...

10:38 pm

Hmm.... I'm in the house now...While in the jeep from Salitran, I accidentally passed by our village gate so I dropped off in Area-G...Bullshit! Then, I have to wait for a jeep again going to Salitran..

[rockingego]

damn i was hoping I wouldn't have to go to mf tumblr of all places to vent often but the server that use to give the best advice for vents now deletes vents that get too depressing or somethin idk and deleted my recent vent so here I am again ✌

Long story short I dunno if I can make it to next year man

End of the semester which means grades coming in soon and midterm finals or whatever next week

My lowest class average is a 80 and my highest is a 100

But that's the problem

80 is too low for my parents

I need a 85 or higher in every class

I'm barely able to keep my core classes above that line

English is a 88 Chemistry is a 85 AP History is a 86 and Algebra 2 is a 80

That's just barely good enough. I'm above a 90 in all my electives but to them that's just me not trying hard enough and only giving a damn about the stuff I like

I have no confidence in myself for finals because I can never concentrate in tests and the time limits fuck me over every time

If I fail any of these I'm going to be in so much trouble my winter break will be hell for me

I just want to poison myself or something at this point because I have no faith in myself and I'd rather be dying in a hospital than being yelled at by my dad for days and getting my stuff taken

I fucking hate school so fucking much

[anghraine]

To be clear:

As I mentioned in the tags, my childhood tests placed me as "below average" in every area of math except geometry (my school concluded that above average in geometry and below average in everything else averaged out to "fine"). I was only able to meet my high school's math requirement through (surprise) geometry and business accounting.

In undergrad, I failed remedial math three times (between both math 70 and math 90; I never passed the latter or reached 101 level). I earned my required math credits by getting 100% on the methodology midterm for statistics and then F's on everything else in the class for an exact 70% pass.

(I got my required "hard science" gen ed credits through a D+ in chemistry and a community college astronomy course I took in high school that involved zero math and only lectures, but which the transfer credit people decided to consider five credits of math-intensive lab science. I failed biology and nearly failed physics for math-related reasons—"nearly" because I withdrew rather than go further into debt for a course I wasn't going to pass.)

My psychology major required a second stats course that involved still more numbers (I failed it, with no serious possibility of ever passing, and thus could not earn a psych degree even as a BA). My psych major/creative writing minor had to be converted to an English major with creative writing and psych minors for me to graduate at all, though my academic history in psych was otherwise much better than in any type of English studies apart from creative writing.

Studying literature obviously is not terrible or something I dislike, given the nature of my blog or the two other literature degrees I ended up pursuing. But dropping my psych major did not feel like a meaningful choice. I went into literary studies because it was the only thing I seemed capable of succeeding at. I got my MA in literature mainly because I needed two years of classes on my transcript that I had some possibility of acing in order to produce a history of academic success for PhD applications.

Several years later, the PsyD who formally diagnosed me with autism (beyond the clinical autism diagnosis I already had) told me that, in addition to the generally-understood specific symptoms of ASD I clearly had, one of the things she looks for in testing are large variances between different skills. Part of the reason my case was such an easy confirmation was because, according to her, the gap between my math/visual-spatial skills on the one hand and verbal ones on the other was one of the most drastic disparities she'd ever seen. This was not presented as a "she's just so verbal" thing but a "no verbal delays but holy fuck what is going on with these math scores" thing.

She told me she suspected that, despite my documented history of extreme skill disparities going back to primary school, I flew under the radar because verbal skills are so weighted that even professionals find it difficult to see past them if they're present. This was even more the case when I was growing up in the 1990s/early 2000s.

I replied, "I feel like I have holes in my brain and everybody refuses to see them."

Her response was essentially: "In a way, you do, and it's actually okay for that to be a difficult way to live."

And it is!

It's not only math, of course. I can't drive—I know how, I passed the written test fine, I just can't keep track of enough things or react quickly enough to actually do it. I get overstimulated and simply stop registering anything beyond what I can process, including things like "a car is driving directly at me in my lane" (not a theoretical example). Even as a passenger, driving is nerve-wracking and I tend to "shut down" and cover my eyes. People assume I don't know how to drive or haven't tried, "but actually it's not that hard once you learn"; in fact, I failed the driving test twice and the officials told me not to try again.

My particular form of stimming is obtrusive and low-grade harmful (to myself) and so I have to constantly repress and redirect it. My friends have to calculate tips for me and help me shop for groceries. I'm considered fully verbal, but I can lose the ability to speak when overstimulated, and more frequently, I stop being able to parse what other people are saying. (This experience is hard to describe but words just sound like noise at that point.) I can usually maintain my composure in public places, even when I don't understand what people are saying, but then have meltdowns at home that I simply don't tell colleagues or friends about because I find it embarrassing.

I am lucky in many ways, to be clear. I can thoroughly analyze things in my own way at my own pace. I had a supportive PhD program and fantastic advisor. My (bipolar) mood swings respond well enough to fairly safe mood stabilizers and milder antipsychotics (i.e. it takes max doses but they do work). I was able to write and defend a dissertation, after all. I can mask fairly well if I don't have to do it indefinitely (this is exhausting but at least opens up some possibilities).

I've never actively befriended anyone but other people have taken me under their wing, so I do have friends who are kind and loyal people, and they seem usually happy to help me (if with teasing I don't really get). I have generous, supportive immediate family who have done their best to understand, and who themselves had a very lucky career break before I started grad school that ensured I'd never go hungry.

But something about getting a PhD while unable to do basic things woven into everyday life in my country does make "lala what disability" posts feel like I'm losing my mind more than usual!

(The point of all this is to clarify that this post is about math-related disability, hence the #it is kind of wild how people refuse to comprehend math disabilities can coexist with high verbal skill though tag and why it's at all relevant to my annoyance with "disabilities are just labels :)" anti-psych nonsense.)

Nothing like attempting basic division to sharpen my hatred of "everyone is mentally disabled in their own way :) don't let labels define you :) :)" anti psych posts

[pallases]

the way that my affirmations rn are literally just “you only need to get a 40% to pass the class 💆🏼‍♀️”

[purrfectly]

I got a 6.5/9 on this midterm with an extra credit question, but everyone uniformally did so bad he added 1.5 points (16.7% bonus!!) to it..... king ♥ maybe smth is wrong here

[shouldering-space]

how is one of my english courses somehow the hardest history class i’ve taken when i’m a history minor who has taken Many actual history courses????

[luvxiem]

##TELEPHONE GAME 📞

##PART ONE

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, college au, all humans au, idiots to lovers slowburn, fluff, humor, angst

word count: 2.4k

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you’re fucked. you’re so fucked. at this point you would’ve preferred the ground to just swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to face the utter humiliation of coming into class twenty minutes late and feeling the judgmental stares of all your peers burning into your back as you make the walk of shame to one of the few remaining seats in the hall.

of course, that hasn’t happened yet, but you can see it clearly in your mind.

frantically throwing on a hoodie, you slip out of your dorm with a quick goodbye to your roommate while scarfing down a banana as quickly as you could. it’s a wonder how you didn’t choke while running down multiple flights of stairs since the elevators were broken. again.

you made a mad dash across campus and through the halls—bumping into more than a few disgruntled shoulders—before skidding to a halt in front of a pair of double doors. and of course, they were closed. because the universe just loves to fuck with you.

with a grimace, you push one of the doors open—the sound of the metal bar and the creak of its worn hinges seems to echo throughout the room and you hear your professor pause in the middle of her sentence from the disruption. she raises an eyebrow at you and you flush.

“glad to see you finally join us,” she calls, a few snickers coming from the crowd of students watching you try and fail to merge into the wall. you catch more than a couple glances of sympathy.

“sorry,” you murmur, ducking your head in a makeshift bow. heat radiates from your cheeks as you scan the rows for an empty desk, tucking your bag to your chest as you walk over extended legs before you’re finally seated a bit toward the back of the hall. your professor continues her lecture undisturbed, clicking through a powerpoint containing information that you’re 90% sure will be on your midterm. quickly taking out your laptop, you sit back in your seat while waiting for it to boot up and sneak glances on either side of you.

to your left is some asian girl you vaguely remember seeing on a friend’s instagram story a while ago, and to your right is a tall blonde dude with a side ponytail. who’s currently watching spy x family on his laptop. neither of them seem to notice your staring which is a plus, so you lean forward and open your notes app to try and write down the multiple bullet points that appeared to be flying by before you could even finish reading them. the words of your professor seem to go in one ear and out the other, and soon enough you’re feeling the telltale signs of frustration creeping in the back of your mind. shutting your eyes with a huff, you rub them with the sleeves of your hoodie before deciding that since you obviously weren’t going to be productive today, you’ll just sit back and zone out for the rest of the lesson. besides, your best friend uki has this class tomorrow morning and he’ll give you his notes with a little bit of bribery.

your gaze inevitably drifts off to your right and ultimately lands on the blonde’s laptop which is still playing spy x family. thankfully, the dude is watching with captions which makes it much easier for you to keep up with the story. you haven’t seen this episode yet (since when was there a dog?) which is always a plus, although you’ll have to check when you get back to your dorm to make sure you didn’t skip any.

blondie seems to notice you watching along with him and subtly angles his laptop in your direction. blushing from getting caught, you chance a glance up at him and jolt a bit when your gazes meet. striking violet eyes stare back at you and he offers a boyish grin before turning his attention back to his screen.

the rest of the lesson continues without any fanfare and soon enough you’re packing your laptop into your bag alongside your peers. a buzz comes from your pocket which shows a notification from uki saying that he’s already at the campus cafe along with shu, the final member of your little trio.

a tap on your shoulder stops you from leaving, however, and when you turn on your heel you come face to face with the blonde stranger once again. he gestures to your bag with his hand, which you now notice was concealed in dark leather gloves.

“were you able to get the, the uh, notes?”

you blink.

ah. he must’ve noticed your rather pathetic attempt at paying attention today.

adjusting the strap on your shoulder, you shrug. “no, but it’s fine, i can just get the notes from somebody else.” that seems to spark something him as he replies quickly.

“if you need them, i can ask my friend. i didn’t get the notes either but his are usually, uh, usually pretty good.” his eagerness to help doesn’t get lost on you, but asking a stranger to ask his friend for notes that you could just ask uki for felt a little uncomfortable.

offering what you hoped was an appreciative smile, you reply, “it’s fine, my best friend has this class tomorrow and i was planning on asking him for them. thank you though.” he seems to accept your answer and nods. the blonde waves at you with a grin before shoving his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and walking off, taking two steps at a time down the stairs before slipping out the door and disappearing from view.

this happens again your next class. and the next. and the next.

every session since then without fail, you find yourself seated next to this tall blonde man who adjusts his laptop so that you can watch anime with him instead of paying attention to your professor and her powerpoints. uki’s been getting annoyed at your constant requests for his notes and your wallet is suffering from all the iced coffees you’ve been buying him as compensation.

despite this odd sort of friendship (or perhaps it was more of a mutual understanding of suffering) you’ve never gotten the guy's name, and at this point, you’re too embarrassed to ask.

luckily for you, you don’t have to.

a month passes since you embarrassed yourself in front of your peers and as soon as you enter the class, you immediately spot the big, bolded letters being projected to the front of the hall.

you’re being assigned a group project.

suppressing a shudder, you make your way up the stairs and plop down into what you’ve claimed as your seat, pulling your laptop out of your bag as you greet your anime buddy with a smile. violet eyes glance over you briefly before he returns your greeting with a grin of his own.

as the last few students come stumbling into the hall, your professor clears her throat before detailing what the project was about and her expectations for it. you jot down the specifics on your laptop, fingers tapping away at the keyboard as she speaks.

the goal of the project was to research the misconceptions and romanticization of love in modern media and to present on our findings as well as the repercussions of it on today’s youth. easy enough, you suppose, although you wonder why this was meant to be a group project as you could surely do the work on your own. your thoughts get interrupted as your professor continues stating the parameters of the assignment.

“in addition to the research and presentation, you and your partner must provide a personal anecdote on how you experience love with the people around you. i understand that this is a private matter, however for the purpose of this class i wish for you all to provide as much information as you are comfortable giving. the goal of this project is to force you to reflect on how you treat your loved ones and how this affects yourself as an individual. your partner for this project will be assigned by me as this is meant to push you out of your comfort zone.” a multitude of groans are heard in response, although your professor could clearly care less as she reaches behind her to grab the list of partners from her desk. name after name is called out and you fiddle with your laptop charger until she calls your own, as well as who you’re stuck with for the next three months.

“your partner will be luca kaneshiro.” she announces before immediately moving on to the next pair.

you start racking through your mind to try and figure out who this luca is before you feel a nudge against your arm and someone saying your name. turning to your right, you’re met with a bright expression.

“pog! can’t believe we got put together,” the blonde says, who you now realize must’ve been your partner. which also means this must be luca.

“yeah,” you smile weakly, thankful that at least now you don’t have to embarrass yourself by asking your (maybe?) friend for the past month what his name was. you decidedly choose to keep quiet about how he knew your name despite never introducing yourself.

“how did you wanna do this?” luca asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. somehow, he reminds you of a big golden retriever.

“h-huh?” you stutter.

“the project? do you have um. discord? so we can talk about it outside of class.” he explains.

“oh, uh, yeah i do. one second.” pawing your phone out of your pocket, you open the app and hand it off to luca so that he can send himself a request. the blonde opens his own phone and accepts it, sending you that default gif of wumpus waving hello. you send one back. distantly, you notice his profile picture is an image of pompompurin.

another "pog!" comes from your partner and you can't help but wonder if he uses any other twitch slang in his day to day life. it doesn't seem to be ironic either, at least, at the moment it doesn't.

later when you glide out of the classroom and sit down across from shu in your usual spot at the campus cafe, you realize that you have no idea how you're supposed to do this project. luca, although quite friendly, isn't the most approachable guy with his tall stature and broad shoulders, and a nonsensical part of your mind panics at the mental image of the blonde as a tall mafia boss looming over your beat-up body with a crazed smile. you shake your head to rid yourself of the thought.

"you good?"

shu has his laptop open on the table, staring at you with one eyebrow raised as he takes a long sip from his water. the computer science major already ordered you an iced vanilla latte and a bagel (thank god) and you quickly nod before reaching for a plastic knife.

"yeah," you reply, gathering a rather sizable amount of cream cheese. "just worried about my, uh, my groupmate."

"ahh." shu nods knowingly. "are they one of those freeloading people?" you shrug.

"not sure. haven't worked with him before. but he's a little intimidating," you admit, taking a bite of your bagel.

"are we shit talking?" looking up, you realize your missing friend has finally arrived.

uki plops down across from you, dropping his bag onto the floor with a loud thump. he reaches over and ruffles shu's hair, much to the other's dismay as he tries valiantly to brush it back into place.

"no. can i borrow your notes for tomorrow?"

"i want an iced americano," uki counters, side eyeing you.

you roll your eyes. "fine." sadly abandoning your bagel on a napkin, you stand up to go order his coffee. when you return to your friends, you set down the cup in front of uki and he takes a sip with a pleased smile on his face as you sit back in your chair. setting the drink down, he looks at you from across the table.

"okay but, who were we talking about? do we like them?" he asks. again, you shrug.

"his name's luca, he's in my morals class and we're partners for a project. you'll get assigned it tomorrow and we don't choose our partners." shu's eyes widen for a moment.

"oh, i didn't know luca was taking that." you turn to him in surprise.

"you know him?" he nods.

"we actually went to the same elementary school and our parents were friends before we moved," shu explains. "if i remember correctly, he's pretty nice. he always played tag with me during recess."

"aww, i just imagined little shu running around," uki teases fondly. shu chuckles.

"yeah, we used to be pretty close. we reconnected when we realized we both had calculus together. he's a lot taller than i expected."

"that's what i mean," you groan, cutting him off. "he's like, really tall and kinda buff. it's intimidating." you drop your head into your hands as shu pats you on the back with a sympathetic look.

"it'll be fine," he reassures. "really, he's just like a big puppy. a golden retriever. and i'm sure he'll pull his weight so you won't end up doing everything like last time with that one guy."

"i can ask around and see if he's like, weird or something," uki offers. you shake your head, dropping your arms back onto the table as you lean back in your chair and stare at the ceiling.

"no, it's fine. i'll trust shu. just, hoping for the best, i guess," you sigh.

taking out your phone, you open discord and stare at your messages with luca. wumpus continues to wave as if he was taunting you.

it'll be fine, you think. we'll get this project done without any issues and who knows? maybe i'll have another friend after all this is over.

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[reallypleasanttree]

More from the Obamitsu graveyard. Modern Soulmate AU

According to scholars, a person experiences the physical and emotional pain of their soulmate.  If they received an injury, you would feel the same. A sprained ankle, scraped knee, bruised shins, or paper cuts. It was an empathic link between two people. 

On Mitsuri’s tenth birthday, she woke up screaming. The sound woke her parents and they tried to calm her down. Her cheeks felt as if they had been torn open. She tried to talk, but due to the injury she couldn’t for a few hours. She pointed to her cheeks and made a pained expression to indicate it was part of the soulmate connection. Her stomach rolled and she failed to eat the entire day. Underneath the pain, she felt terror. Her whole body trembled that night. Someone was watching her soulmate with ill intent. 

What happened to her soulmate? 

For the next week, Mitsuri failed to eat regularly. Periodically, she would taste blood and push her plate away during dinner. Her parents made an appointment with the physician when she refused to eat her favorite food. They put her on suppressants to dull the connection between her and her soulmate for the next week. The pain didn’t stop though. She couldn’t function with the constant worry and foreboding. Mitsuri continued taking the medication for years afterward. 

Whenever she attempted to go off the suppressants, the empathic link returned stronger and with it the dread and self loathing. She theorized her soulmate engaged in cutting as she could feel the slices on her arms and legs while off the meds. Mitsuri wished she was a stronger person, but she could not manage her emotions on top of her soulmate’s as a teenager. Her insecurities increased ten times during high school. She felt guilty about taking the suppressants. She would not have been able to function with her mental health issues on top of their self hatred, shame, and low self worth. 

Now she was in her college’s library studying for her first midterm. Mitsuri decided to major in psychology. The midterm was for her experimental psychology class. Right now she was reviewing statistical terms. She let out a huff, flipped over the note card, and cut the space between her thumb and forefinger. She hissed. 

Several people turned to look at her. Two guys at the table next to her, a girl sitting across from her, and a mask wearing boy a few tables away. She’s 90 percent sure he was in her psychology class. Mitsuri smiled nervously. 

“Sorry, paper cut,” she said and looked down at the cut. It was bleeding more than it should. She set her note cards down and grabbed a tissue to prevent blood from dripping onto the table or her study materials. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a band aid appear on the desk. She glanced up. The masked boy stood in front of her table. 

“Here,” he said. 

“Oh, thank you,” Mitsuri said and took the band aid. She paused when she noticed his eyes. They were two different colors. Blue and gold. “Your eyes are really cool,” Mitsuri blurted out. Her cheeks heated. 

“They’re weird,” he said as he looked away. He pinched the space between his thumb and forefinger. 

“No, they’re really cool, but I can’t be the best judge on what’s weird or not,” Mitsuri chuckled and pointed at her pink and green braids. The boy nodded and started backing up to return to his desk. 

“I think we’re in the same class. Mr. Ubuyashiki’s experimental psych at 1:30?” Mitsuri asked. 

“Yeah, I’m in the class,” he answered. 

“Do you want to study with me? I made note cards for the stats section. It’ll be fun,” she said. 

“If you want. It’s been hard to focus, so you can keep me accountable,” he said. 

“Yay!” Mitsuri clapped her hands together before inhaling sharply as she remembered her paper cut. The corners of his eyes crinkled at her mistake before he went back to grab his backpack and laptop. He sat down across from her. 

“I’m Obanai by the way,” he introduced himself. 

“I’m Mitsuri,” she said as she opened the bandaid wrapper. Mitsuri tried to use her left hand to place the bandaid over her right hand with little success. The bandage fell on the floor. 

“Do you want help?” Obanai asked as if he had not been watching her struggle for the last minute. He unzipped the top pocket and pulled out a new band aid. Not waiting for her response, he reached for her right hand. When they touched, goosebumps appeared on her forearm. Her heart quickened as he held her hand still and put the bandaid over the webspace. 

“Thanks again,” Mitsuri said as she grabbed her note cards to start quizzing her classmate. 

“No problem,” Obanai said. 

[tzuyuscloud]

Hola! I'm pretty new to KPop so this is my first time requesting! Don't mind me if I sound awkward 🥲✋🏽. May I request a Le Sserafim reaction of "being proud of their S/O"☺️. I know this is super vague so sorry I'm advance, just need the fuel right now 😖🙇🏾.

Thank you and LOVE your writings.

(Also so sorry to be annoying! but do you have a master-masterlist? I want to catch up on your writings🙇🏾)

Hello, welcome to the K-pop community :] here is my masterlist (it is always pinned at the top of my page), and tysm!!! Hope you enjoy😊

Sakura:

Whenever you've done something that always seemed hard to you or Kkura obviously knew you struggled with she'd always be by your side hyping you up. She was your biggest supporter and would always fill your ears with multiple, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You're doing amazing!" Which always spiked your confidence.

Chaewon:

Learning new things wasn't your specialty and expecially learning dances, you often flopped to the ground out of frustration but Chaewon was always there to help you up. She encouraged you to take breaks and try again when you're fully energized because she would never want you to overwhelm yourself. And once you were able to master the choreography fully, she would jump around you like an excited child at the water park.

Yunjin:

No matter how many times she had said it in the past, her words still stand strong. You could be doing the bare minimum and Yunjin will always say "gosh I'm so proud of you." Or, "you're literally the best" never failing to make you blush.

Kazuha:

Speaking from experience Kazuha knows how it feels to want to give up on something hard, but she doesn't because you cheer her on constantly, so she likes to return the favor when you're up for hours studying for a midterm, she'll be up right next to you helping you throughout the way. And when you come home from class with the perfect 90/100 score, she celebrates with you and makes sure you know she's proud of you.

Eunchae:

As her childhood best friend, Eunchae was always devoted to helping you with anything you needed and being your biggest cheerleader. She might be a total goofball, but when you need her she's right by your side telling you how smart and beautiful you are. She spent many nights awake on FaceTime with you helping you study for tests and exams, knowing she'd had to wake up at the same time as you the next morning. But it was all worth it because at the end she was proud of you no matter what grade you received because she knew you did your best.