#she’s supposed to be precalc
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universeberrigarden · 10 months ago
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So my friend had drawn this character in one dress and I had the most compelling vision of more outfits, so, voíla
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mygnolia · 5 months ago
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CALCU-CRUSH! ♡ powerpuff gals /// mathletes turned baddies
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୨୧ SMAU! SYNOPSIS -›  Yeah, Park Sunghoon might be just a little annoying- but hey! at least he can help you get an A in AP CALC, and he will never a crush on you to make things super weird and complicated, right?
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y/n: loves chem!! 4.32 GPA but currently 4.1 because math rip
karina: loves psych!! 4.22 GPA because she never took apush (ap us history) and fears it!! and was brave because everyone she knew got a 4 on the exam
wonyoung: an ap lit baddie :3 literally ap lit and lang had nothing on her she finished her frqs so fast the proctors were scared. wants to be a lit professor!! 4.4 GPA
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sunghoon: crazy good at math, took precalc his freshman year but the school realized he wasn’t supposed to be there so they didn’t let him take calc ab until now. 4.4 GPA if he says anything else he’s lying
jake: physics nerd.. basically a precursor to laws of motion!jake LOL 4.1 GPA because he read a prompt wrong on a lit final and got a B
jay: loves history and got a 5 on the apush exam EASY!! 4.23 GPA but hates studying so how does he even do it
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ml ♡ next
୨୧ REN SAYS... i unfortunately find myself extremely funny and therefore y/n’s bio might just be how i become a comedian. and also jay's. because guys i swear we all went to school w a 10 y/o who LOVEDDD history???? also yes i made them all have separate subjects sorry not sorry.
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oncamelliastreet · 3 months ago
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ignore, i just have nowhere to put this rant and no one to tell it to and need to get it into space while i have a quick mental breakdown
i’m just so fucking stressed about precalc and i’m fucking fed up and i don’t know what to do. like i actually don’t think i can pass this class. precalc is like a combination of algebra and geometry, so it would be fine if it weren’t for the fact that my school had shit algebra and geometry classes that barely taught anyone anything. we don’t know the basics going into the class, and we were all hoping to get the old precalc teacher who is actually a really good teacher and could’ve helped us, but he stopped teaching it for some reason this year and hired a new guy who doesn’t understand that we really don’t know anything. like most of my grade failed this test, and he gave us a lecture on it and said that we cleary didn’t study enough and it’s unacceptable that we don’t know it because it’s prettt much review, but WE DIDN’T LEARN IT BEFORE HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW NOW. and i did all of the homework, i asked my sister for help every night and had her explain it to me, i studied for two hours the day before the test, and i still got a 50% (BAD). and my stupid fucking sister keeps texting me and asking me about when i’ll need help and what i don’t get and I DON’T EVEN KNOW. BECAUSE MY TEACHER DIDN’T EVEN GIVE THE TESTS BACK OR PUT THEM IN THE GRADEBOOK HE JUST SHOWER PEOPLE THEIR SCORES. and i don’t even think he’s gonna give them back, so i don’t know if i actually didn’t know anything or if the questions i didn’t get to because im a slow ass test taker came back to bite me in the ass and it lost a lot of points because he grades by partial credit and he can’t give partial credit to questions i didn’t even get to in time. the whole thing is just fucking fucked and i don’t know how to pass the class and there’s really no alternatives because i have to have four years of math and you can’t really go into stats without precalc and you can’t go into college algebra because college algebra is just algebra 2 and i took algebra 2 freshman year and i can’t take the same class twice. i’m just completely fucking fucked and my grades about to dip so bad and i’m not gonna be able to get it back up and i’m not even comfortable talking to my teacher about it because he’s such a fucking weirdo and he explains everything so fast which doesn’t work for me because i’m an extremely visual learner when it comes to math and i have to have things explained to me slowly and written down first or it takes me forever to get it and i never get his answers when other people ask questions in class because he gets super condescending and explains it to you like you’re a stupid person who should already know it except i am a stupid person who should probably know it but i never had it taught to me in the first place so i don’t know how the fuck i’m gonna start knowing it now and i’m just stressed as FUCK and i’m gonna tell my therapist about this tomorrow and she’s just gonna say “well have you tried asking for help” yes i fucking have it didn’t WORK i just don’t get it ill ask my sister for help and she looks at me like im a lost cause every time i dont know something and says that i should already know it and tells me to watch a video about it and it doesn’t FUCKING HELP and everyone is so FUCKING CONDESCENDINF BEVAUSE I KUSY DONT UNDERSTAND MATH AND IM CRTINF SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW
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lorxus-is-a-fox · 6 months ago
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I proved the main theorem of my thesis back in the Before Times of November 2019. I wrote it into a paper and had it initially accepted, pending reviewer feedback and edits, in June 2020. I then waited for TWO YEARS, being told by everyone around me that this was normal and being assured by the editor of the journal that he was prompting my reviewer every month or so and heard nothing back, honest, but if I wanted a different reviewer I might have to start all over again. I finally demanded that and got a review in two WEEKS consisting of a couple of minor final revisions. The paper was accepted for publication last December and it still hasn't yet actually seen print.
My first and only postdoc job was a single year position initially presented with the possibility of renewal for an additional year. I was so excited! Then it turned out that my advisor didn't understand or really care about my field of study (mapping class groups rather than profinite detection of geometric properties), my precalc course coordinator made my work environment needlessly hostile (while no one else lifted a finger to make her stop even though it wasn't the first time she'd done that and in fact she was a missing stair!), and it turned out that the position I'd uprooted my life for was the final year of someone else's three-year postdoc who'd quit to take a tenure-track job in India.
There are maybe two people even tangentially involved in either of those stories that I wouldn't be quietly pleased with desert to learn had been struck by lightning, and one of them is my doctoral advisor. I defy you to tell me I'm wrong. I have more trivial stories, stories of an amassment of tiny pains and petty cruelties, stories of miserable seminars run by abusive PhD students I had to attend during my MS, stories of falling through the cracks again and again and finding a way through and seeing it deliberately bricked shut behind me, stories of all of it building up until I wondered why I ever loved mathematics to start with and whether I should live at all. Stories of things that were supposed to be nice, of opportunities that were supposed to be promising, of people who I trusted because I had no choice.
if you keep a couple of sticks of Hagoromo chalk on your person or in your office at all times and you're happy to give them away at a moment's notice (people should have nice chalk!), pretty soon you get a reputation for having nice chalk and people ask you whether you have any to hand when the local chalk is bad. Mark the Mint Man except it's me the chalk woman
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ivanshatov · 4 years ago
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roight so right now i’m reading a gentleman in moscow by amor towles and?? it took me so long to actually get into this book i kept complaining and complaining and couldn’t get into it at all whatsoever and it kept decomposing in my bag but by god it has really won me over and i really need someone to talk to about it
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like.... okay spoiler warning for anyone who wants to read the book below but it’s been on my mind since yesterday. it kills me that both nina and mishka who were shown to be central to alexander’s life and development in the first half die so disgracefully. they aren’t even spared the confirmation of death. we know that the narrator is humorous and unreliable but these characters who carried so much of sasha’s development are suddenly vanished in respectively eerie ways. nina disappears in search of her husband into the vastness of the east, and mishka is sent to siberia for his words, and we presumably never hear from these two important characters ever again. i actually had to put the book down before 1943 in those last few pages because it just hit me like a train. to me depriving them the actuality and absolution of a death scene is way more heartwrenching than any death scene the author could have written.
its also something about the introduction of sofia and the bigger roles that anna, andrey, emile, marina and osip seem to have filled. with nina and mishka being whisked off into the void of likely death i have a sinking feeling that some of those characters may be next. to be honest i struggle to fully understand and like alexander as a character but i also think that’s the point and i’m starting to see that subtle development that we all know and love.
anna as a character.......... one day she’ll get her own post because whew god this is the only hot female love interest character written with actual interesting aspects beyond huge tits hot face ive seen by a male author and she is so compelling and the fact that she gets her own fleshed out role in the story is gorgeous
i think?? i’ll probably understand a lot more of the aspects of the book later on in my life. i feel like right now i’m too young to truly appreciate it, because i see the nuance in the writing and the quirks and beauties in alexander’s character but there’s something about him i just find so unlikeable, and that’s what’s made me so resistant to finishing the book. it’s probably one of the better ‘ussr bad’ novels written mostly because it also discusses the corruption and dismissive attitudes of western europeans and americans towards the ussr. 
anyways please read this book and discuss it with me and god oh god i gotta say i cried during the bees on the roof scene iykyk i still have ~250 pages to go but i’m too invested to quit
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bowserswife · 6 years ago
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when u keep saying ur over it, ur fine, u dont need to see ur therapist anymore, but u just keep proving urself wrong!!
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mygs-remade · 7 years ago
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Would you have a wee bit of one of your fics to share on WIP Wednesday for a fan? 🥺👉👈
((BEAMS))
For you? anything...
I took this Friday off, specifically to write, so here is a bit from the next chapter of I Just Think I'll Scream, which is inching closer:
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They crowd around the kitchen island, scooping lasagna onto stoneware plates and fighting over who gets a stool. Arya sets Rickon on the counter, which immediately proves to be a bad move, as he sticks his hand directly into the pan, splattering red sauce everywhere.
“You little menace,” Arya pokes the toddler in the belly, while Bran and Robb pull the rest of the food out of his reach. Sansa wipes up the mess.
Jon tries to offer her his seat, but Shaggydog starts barking before he can get to his feet, and there’s a knock at the back door. It’s Jeyne, peering through the glass, a teacup of a dog in one arm. Sansa balances all of her dinnerware in one arm, and slides outside, bumping her hip against the doorframe in an attempt to keep Shaggydog from slipping out with her. She’s unsuccessful, leaving Jeyne to hoist her charge even higher in the air.
“Leave Westerling alone, you brute!” she giggles, before Sansa closes the door behind her.
Jon tries to follow the conversation in the kitchen— something about slasher flicks and the final girl— but his eyes keep straying outside where the girls sit, legs dangling off the deck, heads tilted together, conspiratorially. Sansa’s gaze remains fixed on the giant oak in the center of the yard, but Jeyne darts the occasional glance inside. Once, she catches Jon’s eye and squints before turning away.
Was it her? Is Jeyne Poole the reason Sansa doesn’t want to be his friend? He knows she doesn’t like him, but Sansa knows that too, and it hasn’t seemed to bother her. But maybe a best friend’s opinion is additive. Was there some arbitrary amount of time in which Jon was supposed to have won her over? Is that even a thing?
Two days ago, Sansa was goofing off with Jon in Benjen’s workshop, teasing him about Star Trek while she leafed through his copy of Crime and Punishment. Two days ago she asked to borrow it when he was through. Two days ago she was promising to bake her "precalc hero" magic apple plum cobbler as she doodled in in her notebook, and he explained rational functions.
Now, she doesn’t want to be his friend and he can't think of one fucking thing that could have changed between them in the last forty-eight hours.
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spacemiddenzz · 3 years ago
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so i was watching @super-metroid's stream of Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass (highly recommend by the way) and she fought Imaginary Numbers this time. I guess I just wanted to share my thoughts on it, since it's my favorite boss and all. This is gonna be a longpost and it's gonna have spoilers so the whole thing can be found under the cut.
So, to put it simply, this dungeon is about stress and confusion. It's about Jimmy's mind frantically trying to comprehend the high-level math that Andrew is teaching him on top of his schoolwork. Jimmy thinks that his dad is the smartest man in the world- this is hyperbole for sure, but the fact that Andrew is quite intelligent remains clear. Jimmy looks up to Andrew because of his intelligence- and because of this it means a lot to Jimmy to be praised by Andrew. He wants his dad to view him as intelligent as well, because, if a man as smart as Andrew thinks Jimmy is smart, he can't be wrong! And hell, it feels nice to be validated by your parents.
Clearly, Andrew has already recognized Jimmy's talent with numbers and has started teaching him concepts beyond the second-grade curriculum, something that we see in the flashbacks in the Symmetrical Cavern. However if Imaginary Numbers' design is anything to go by, these concepts may be at or above the high school level. They're too much for Jimmy to understand. He's only eight, and his mind just isn't ready for that yet. Still, he feels the pressure to keep up with- and understand- the work that Andrew gives him. Why? Because he fears failure. He worries that if he admits to his father that the work is too hard, Andrew won't see him as a "smart boy" any longer- and that praise and validation means a lot to Jimmy. He doesn't want to lose it.
Let's start with the song that plays during this nightmare dungeon- Counting Backwards From Infinity. From the erratic bassline to the random samples of people shouting numbers in no particular order over and over again, this song simply screams disorder and panic. As a person who has always struggled with math, it's incredibly relatable. Counting Backwards From Infinity always reminded me of taking math tests in high school. I was so slow that I almost never could finish a test in a single class period. The frantic, wild bass and the cacophony of people screaming numbers out of order reminded me of trying desperately to remember how to solve a type of problem- and do it quickly enough so that I could hand the test in before the bell rang. I imagine that this is how Jimmy feels when Andrew places in front of him a concept that the boy does not fully understand. Perhaps he's had it explained to him several times but still can't fully grasp it (likely because, again, the kid is eight). The wild confusion and stress he feels when he doesnt fucking understand what's in front of him and doesnt want to look like an idiot in front of his dad. Even the name of the song is a reference to the fact that at this stage of his life this stuff may be an insurmountable task.
The dungeon itself is also set up in an incredibly confusing way. There's a bunch of bizarre-looking purple structures and winding paths. You teleport all over the place with no particular rhyme or reason. The enemies in this area, too, are deformed geometrical shapes that are almost Lovecraftian in the way that they cannot be understood. To Jimmy, Andrew's teachings might as be as comprehensible as a Lumpagon or a Squiggles, and that's definitely the idea that one gets here. The confusion, the pressure, the panic.
At one point in the dungeon you're teleported to a fakeout area that looks like the Path of Enlightenment. This is my favorite thing about the Asymmetrical Cavern, because of the fact that it has so many cool secrets, but also because it gave me a feeling that I could (once again) relate to. Jimmy's teleportation to the Path of Enlightenment isn't random. It represents familiarity in a sea of confusion. Jimmy sees something he recognizes during Andrew's lessons. Maybe he thinks that he's finally got the hang of it- that he's studied hard enough and now all of this jargon makes sense- only to be rudely awakened by the fact that he's been doing it wrong and never understood the concept in the first place. Even the secrets kind of hint at this. If you speak to pointman in this part of the dungeon he says "I am the blood of numbers leaking from your ears. The nails of ignorance are already being driven into your brain. What point is there in giving voice to madness?" (which is metal as fuck by the way)
Jimmy just thinks that his inability to understand makes him an idiot. His lack of understanding- the nails of ignorance- are being driven into his brain. If he can't understand all of Andrew's teachings, maybe he was never a smart boy after all.
And finally let's talk about Imaginary Numbers itself. First of all, it's an amalgamation of a bunch of different mathematical symbols, including a tombstone, a slashed epsilon, and a sigma. I'm sure there are more, but those are the only ones I recognized, honestly. Given that dreams don't really make things up, instead just taking things that you have seen/experienced before, it looks like Jimmy has encountered some... seriously advanced shit. Tombstones are used in geometric proofs. I only started doing proofs in high school geometry, meaning that Jimmy may very well be learning concepts meant for kids twice his age. No wonder the poor kid is stressed.
Oh yeah, also the boss sucks ass to fight. I've heard some people call that bad game design, but I'm not sure that's how I'd classify it. Sure, like I said, the boss sucks complete ass to fight and is almost entirely RNG-dependent. From a gameplay standpoint, this is wack as hell, yeah. Fucking 30% chance to deflect any magical or physical attack with a 30% chance to dodge a physical attack on top of that? Definitely bad game design. But from an artistic standpoint? Not at all. In fact, the futility of this fight adds to it. It really drills into your head that the only thing on your side here is pure fucking luck. And the odds aren't in your favor.
The feeling of futility- of the fact that this may in fact be, by all definitions, an insurmountable task for Jimmy, really struck home the situation. The battle would not be nearly as impactful without this. And personally, I'm all for it. Imagine walking into the Asymmetrical Cavern for the first time, not knowing what to expect. You get your ass handed to you on a silver platter by Imaginary Numbers after it chains Program Omega at you five times in a row.
That's the feeling Kasey wanted to give you. And it's critical. It's just... so perfect, I honestly don't know how to put it into words. It was supposed to represent the confusion and turmoil of a task nigh insurmountable. And it did the job pretty damn well, if I do say so myself.
I know Jimmy is good at numbers and this wasn't supposed to represent a real struggle with the subject of math/the concept of numbers in general, but hot damn if I didn't feel seen. Except Jimmy is eight but I was like 17 struggling in precalc with the same shit. I guess we know Jimmy's smarter than I am rip
TLDR; andrew please stop putting unnecessary stress on your kid youre freaking him out
anyway if you guys have any thoughts about this boss or this dungeon in general i would love to hear them. but where im at its like 2 AM so im probably gonna it the mf sack for now. later dudes
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ptergwen · 4 years ago
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i’m not rlly in the mood for smut, so can you please do a rlly fluffy fic where peter just loves to show pda (kissing, hand holding, hugs, whispering in your ear) in school and the teacher tells him to stop in the middle of their lecture and my bby just gets flustered and stuff🥺🥺ah it’s fine if you don’t want to write this
noo i love these type concepts 🥺
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“you know that one frozen yogurt place?” peter asks, lacing his fingers tighter with yours. you squint at him. “pinkberry?” “yeah, yeah. we should go there later.” a smile pulls at your lips.
“what’s the occasion?” he purses his own lips and swings your hand in his. “i want frozen yogurt.” you laugh out of your nose, peter pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “with my favorite girl, obviously.”
the two of you turn the corner to get to your next class. you sigh and rest your head on his arm while walking. “i wish we could just go now. precalc is so boring lately.” “i’ll make it fun.” he winks terribly, getting another giggle out of you.
his arm moves to your shoulders. he pulls you into his side with a small smile. “how are you gonna do that from the other side of the room?” you point out.
your seats are pretty far away from each other. it makes you like the class somehow even less. peter kisses your temple again before you enter the room. “i have my ways, y/n/n. just wait.” “oh, i will.”
you hug him from the position you’re in, an arm squeezing his torso. you go your separate ways after. he sits down first, then watches you take your seat. you’re looking at him expectantly.
three minutes go by and the kid you’re supposed to sit next to doesn’t show. peter raises his hand. he tries but mostly fails to suppress a smile.
“peter?” your teacher asks. “hi, could i sit in brian’s seat today?” she looks over at the empty spot. it’s no surprise to see that you’re in the one next to it. “sure, but don’t be distracting my students.” you give him a fake serious look. “thank you, i won’t.”
peter gets his stuff together and takes the seat. he scoots closer to you, still beaming. you intertwine one of your legs with his. “that worked out too perfectly,” you murmur to him. he squeezes your knee. “i told you i have my ways.” “alright, kids. here we go,” your teacher starts the lesson. her eyes are on peter when she says that.
you both end up leaning on your desk at some point during the class. your heads are bent together, peter’s arm around your back. you’ve barely been paying attention.
it’s impossible with peter tickling your side and whispering how smart you are. you did get to talk for real when you did practice questions. now, you’re learning one last step to the equation you covered today.
“you should get-“ your teacher stops mid sentence. she’s looking at peter again. he’s leaning in to whisper something to you and his hand is on the back of your chair. “parker, i said no distracting my students.”
of course, the whole class turns in their seats to see him. he quickly moves away from you. “i... i wasn’t...” a blush takes over his cheeks. “y/n, no putting boys before school.” you only laugh awkwardly.
she continues the lesson, but a few people are still watching you two. peter puts his binder back on his own desk. “sorry,” he mumbles and looks you up and down. you shrug, eyes fixed on the smartboard. “pay for dessert and i’ll forgive you.” “i was going to anyway.”
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sourdoughstudying · 4 years ago
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The process of catching up on missing assignments is very stressful for a number of reasons. For one, you have to actually learn all that you’ve missed which is hard enough, but you also have to worry about assignments that are being assigned as you try and catch up (this is why I usually have no motivation to get caught up, it feels like no matter what I won’t be where I’m supposed to be). Another thing is the that teachers might get really frustrated with you, which is the situation I’m currently in. I can tell that all of my teachers are very tired of how behind I’ve gotten. I told my Precalc teacher the reasons why I’ve been struggling to turn in my work (mental health issues) and today she basically just told me not to let it happen again as if I chose to let everything pile up. I don’t blame them for being frustrated with me, but I wish they could try and understand that I’m not just being lazy. If you’re struggling to catch up on missing assignments right now I see you and I’m proud of you for doing what you can. It’s not easy, but I know we can do it and we’re going to make it out of this hole together 🤎
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liu-lang · 4 years ago
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I took a few sips of my boyfriend’s coffee this morning and I’ve been jittery with a headache for the past 5 hours.
A big factor in my panic today is that the semester starts tmrw ! I’m taking 16 units (3 classes). Calculus is 5 units, python (computer science) is 4 units and linguistics is 3 units. Only python is synchronous as this is the first time they’re offering it ! Calc and ling are async and don’t have mandatory live class meetings. I looked at the syllabi for all my classes and know that as long as I am organised and disciplined I can handle this on top of my full-time job. Last semester I took precalc and data structures and the semester before tt I took Java and databases. So, so far I’ve been okay with 2 classes.
I really miss linguistics and this intro linguistics class is meant to be a refresher. I even used the same textbook in undergrad - an older edition though. Everything in the syllabus is familiar to me.
The python class has set class times Monday and Wednesday from 18h to 20h10. This is the same as my precalc class. Last semester, having live precalc class and a professor who concurrently was a full-time high school teacher was really good for my learning. The live lectures gave me an opportunity to ask questions and since he also had a full-time job outside of teaching us, he had very flexible deadlines for homework (just turn it in by the end of the semester). I was able turn my hw in on time every week until about November 2020 (so the last month of the semester) bc covid cases soared at work, my new boss was hired and I had to stay past 17h more often.
My data structures class was a struggle. It was asynchronous. It was the first time the prof was teaching this subject. She was very disorganised and didn’t publish or mark homework and quizzes on time. We went from 40 students to like 15 by the end of it. The syllabi was basically null where we would have multiple chapters overlap even though it was supposed to be 1 chapter per week bc she would publish things midweek. The keys to her exams were wrong and we would have to write her and justify why we should receive points for questions marked incorrectly. The only reason I survived was bc of the discord my classmates created.
I am afraid that I am taking on too much not because my job is intellectually difficult but that it is very tiring and the hours can vary. I wish I could use the bulk of my waking hours and energy on school instead. The part of me that has very high expectations for myself wants to do the best in all my classes and work and I know I can’t do that.
My calc class has optional live lecture on Mondays from 13h to 14h but I absolutely cannot stealthy participate. If I had a set lunch hour and a private place maybe I could. But I don’t have those, I pretty much work through my lunch and sit in an open shared area and I don’t want my employer to know I’m in school for something unrelated to my job. Everything will be recorded and viewable later. I wrote to the prof and asked about exam protocol. Luckily there is no live exam tt will be invigilated over zoom. We just have to turn the exam in before midnight on Friday. I am debating if I should I use my floating hours to maybe leave work 1 hour early on exam days ? The past semester I only took time off for the final exams.
If I wasn’t such an overachiever, I would be able to settle for just python and calculus. That seems like a more doable balance. I’m trying to convince myself tt my ling class will be an “easy” class but there are readings and discussion posts and essays tt you have to write. Another reason I’m piling these classes on now is that this may be the last semester tt is fully remote / online. Bc of my job I otherwise wouldn’t be able to attend these classes if they were offered in the day time.
I’m already panicking a bit and tempted to just drop all my classes and focus on work. I know all these choices are in my power. I get to choose what I want to do. I am in a privileged position where I have a full-time job and with this money I earn I can attend community college on top of already having my BA. But I also think about people who have the luxury and financial means to not work and just focus on school. I think about ppl who are born into generational wealth and they don’t have to be as pragmatic about what they do, they can ~follow their dreams~, they don’t have to think about supporting their family members or sending money back home or wonder about how/if their parents will be able to retire.
Every time I think about just working and not doing school at the same I’m reminded that I’m an immigrant and my mum did not bring me here for me not to try my best, for me not to make the most of the one life I have.
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dream-of-kpop · 5 years ago
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SKZ But They Have Drama on Instagram
Note: All misspellings are done on purpose
insta @'s if you get confused:
yungblood: Jisung
spear_b10: Changbin
xjx_inx: Jeongin
Read left to right & Zoom in if you need to see better!
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[November 4th, 2019]
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[Hyunjin thought Minho was joking, but after he gave him the cold shoulder at lunch, he knew he was being serious]
[The next day]
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[2 weeks later]
[Minho unfollows Hyunjin because he's that petty]
[Either way, the guys just go about their business on Insta]
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[December]
[At lunch]
Chan: "Hyunjin, why don't you and Min-"
Hyunjin: *picks up chopsticks* "Chan stay out of my business."
Chan: "I miss Minho tho...It's bad enough Woojin le-"
Hyunjin: *voice crack* "iT's nOt mY fauLt miNho gOt upSet oUt oF noWhere."
Changbin: "He's mad cuz you accused him of reporting your post that's why."
Hyunjin: "Who else would report my post then??"
*all the guys shrug*
Hyunjin: "Exactly."
Jeongin: *looks at the time* "Guys I gotta go or imma be late for class again." *leaves*
Everyone: "Byeeeeee."
Chan: "Aren't you gonna be late for your class Jisung?"
Jisung: "Nah, the teacher doesn't care."
Chan: "Well, back to what I was saying-"
Hyunjin: "Bang Chan *places his hand on Chan's* me and Minho aren't friends anymore. We unfollowed each other."
Seungmin: "You're just throwing away 4 years of pure friendship over this petty drama?"
Hyunjin: "Sure."
*the lunch bell rings*
Hyunjin: "I gotta go-"
Felix: "Yeah, I'm off to fail my precalc test...maybe Seonghwa will let me copy off of him again."
Chan: "All right, bye guys..."
Chan: *thinks at the table* "It's none of my business but...I can't sit and do nothing..."
Jisung: "Hey are you gonna eat your chicken nuggets?"
[Later that night]
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[The next day]
Hyunjin: *sits down at the table upset* "Chan I told you to stay out of it."
Chan: "Hey he's my friend too-"
*they stop talking as they see Minho standing there with his tray of food*
Felix: "YOOOoooo lEe miNho waSSup."
Minho: "..."
Minho: "Hyunjin I saw what you said on Insta last night."
Hyunjin: "My post or my live?"
Minho: "Does it really matter?"
Hyunjin: "Yea."
Minho: "Your post..."
Hyunjin: "Ew, I bet you stalk my page."
Minho: "...You were talking shit about me so...let's go."
Hyunjin: "Really? You wanna fight?"
Jisung: "GUYS IT'S NOT THAT DEEP, STOP."
*Felix and Seungmin laugh together quietly*
Hyunjin: *stands up* "Come on." *pushes Minho*
*Minho sets his tray down, takes off his jacket and they start fighting*
*a crowd forms around them as they chant "WORLDSTARRRRRR"*
[Hyunjin and Minho both get suspended for 10 days]
[Since someone recorded the video, it blew up on Insta] *the school didn't know someone recorded it*
[Minho & Hyunjin's pages got tons of followers too]
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[After a few days, Minho & Hyunjin finally log back onto Instagram]
[Then winter vacation starts]
[Despite the drama, Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin, Felix, and Woojin still go on a trip to NYC]
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[They returned back to school in January but the drama didn't end]
*everyone sits at the lunch table without Hyunjin and Minho*
Jisung: "Guys I got this candy Xanax, y'all wanna try it?"
Felix: "I swear ever since Hyunjin and Minho's pages got followers they have the weirdest IG lives..."
Changbin: *slurps noodle* "Cuz they're desperate for clout."
Seungmin: *turns phone off* "I'm tired of this Instagram shit. Hyunjin is still mad over that NYC post like wtf..."
Chan: "I'm staying out of this, people are already dragging me in comments and threatening my fam..."
Jisung: "Ok wait I have an idea-"
Seungmin: "No one wants to buy your candy Xanax Ji."
Jisung: "NO NOT THAT, like, what if we spam Hyunjin and Minho with old pictures? Us being friends in since freshman year..."
Jeongin: "Hahahahah their initials are H&M."
Everyone: "..."
Jeongin: *looks at plate* "Sorry, continue."
Felix: "Yo that's a good idea, nostalgia will bring them together."
Changbin: "Lit, I'll text Woojin the plan."
Chan: "I thought that Xanax would've destroyed your braincells, but that's a good idea."
Jisung: "Um thanks."
Jeongin: "I won't be able to post tonight tho. I gotta work."
Seungmin: "Well then, everyone else will post."
Chan: *chuckles* "I'm gonna get dragged again. Watch."
[That same night the group spams Insta with old pictures of them as friends]
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[Incase if you can't see too well, the posts are all January 7th]
[The guys sit at the table the next day]
Chan: "Damn they still aren't here?"
Felix: "Nope."
*both Minho and Hyunjin walk up to the table at the same time*
*they stare at eachother*
Minho: *mumbles while looking down at the ground* "I'm sorry for being such a bitch."
Hyunjin: "It's ok. I'm sorry I accused you of reporting my pic on Instagram."
Minho: "So are we still cool?"
Hyunjin: *starts to cry* "yEs."
Minho: *tears up* "I gotta text Woojin later and tell him we're chill."
Changbin: "Wow, Jisung your plan actually worked."
Jisung: "I always tell y'all I'm smart."
Seungmin: "Yet you posted me half naked on Instagram..."
Jisung: "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MEANT AS A JOKE."
Minho: *sits down with Hyunjin* "I was certainly laughing."
Seungmin: "..."
Hyunjin: "Did y'all see our fight video? It has like over 100k views now..."
Jeongin: "Oh yeah I showed it to my mom. She laughed."
Chan: "Haha, my dad said Minho won."
Hyunjin: "Pfft did you see my punch? My dad taught me that."
Minho: "That punch was nothing, what do you mean?"
*the guys look at each other concerningly*
Hyunjin: "I was dragging you on the floor bro. Look at the vid." *pulls out phone*
Minho: "I don't need to see the vid I was there headass."
Changbin: *whispers to the rest of the group* "They're gonna argue about it on Insta tonight. Bet."
[Later that night]
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even tho idk how imessages work...i tried my best dammit ._.
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lattaeyongs-main · 4 years ago
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My pre calc teacher was also supposed to teach calc (he left in the middle of pre calc for a better paying job and I ended up taking calc online and failed miserably so I withdrew) and he was kinda wild. He would spend the entire class talking about drugs and how he never went to class in college because he was always drunk or hung over and just read the textbook and would never actually teach us and if he did it never made sense and he'd get mad at us for not understanding him
omg that's so crazy 🤯 i'm so sorry ! Are you taking precalc again this year? That teacher sounds awful i hate teachers like that. I feel like bad teaching gets justified as we get older bc they aren't supposed to ,,spoon feed" us, but bad teaching is just bad teaching, there's nothing around it. The thing with my calc teacher is that he loves math. Like, loves math. He teaches all the high level maths at my school like ap calc ab, ap calc bc, and ap stats and has so many qualifications. He starts talking really fast when he gets excited, and that's where i fail to understand him, and he's very strict about notation/wants us to treat problems like proofs. And then there's that thing, which is that he memorized the whole textbook and all the problems and called a problem a ,,she"...
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gonnabewell · 5 years ago
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when i think about the roots of my perfectionism... part of it is paying intense attention to detail as a way of avoiding the mistakes that come with inattention (this is most obvious in the way i take tests, or do math problems, basically the areas i used to make frequent “lazy” mistakes as a kid. i’d go over every math problem 3x before turning a test in, checking for not dropping signs, writing out every step fully to make it clear and easy to check and re-check, etc.) this is how i see it most often explained as to why adhd leads to perfectionism. other parts of my perfectionism, when it comes to things like music and art... i’d say are the usual amounts of perfectionism you’d see in an artist, nothing to pathologize.
but the most debilitating way my perfectionism manifests is when i pour way too much into assignments and projects that should be easy/that everyone tells me to “bullshit.” usually things in the humanities, like writing assignments, film assignments, outlining/other facilitated reading assignments, worksheets with short answer questions, presentations or projects with art components that are meant to be easy and boost your grade/look good... and i realized that the motivation behind it isn’t necessarily achieving perfection, but achieving a level of depth that makes the assignment/project actually worth doing to me—essentially, triggering hyperfocus by making it something genuinely intellectually engaging. for example, in gov last year, i couldn’t make myself do the short daily assignments where you’d simply read an article and write a surface level, short, informal response. i just couldn’t make myself. it was intended to be busy/easy work, and in class i just...wouldn’t do it. it was only when i went home, and took a good hour to actually engage with the article and write an in-depth response that i could even make myself begin the task. otherwise, it was impossible. (and then of course id fall behind and it would pile up, etc.)
and this was how i approached nearly every assignment. i physically could not do it if it didn’t interest me, so i had to go to extremes on my own to shift the goal posts and make it into a task that would spark that genuine interest, and then i would have fewer problems sustaining the effort unless it was just, unavoidably repetitive or something like that. in fact, i’d often get super super into it, to the point of totall overkill. and it worked for a while!
in middle school, when i had literally no homework, i could spend hours outlining my entire science textbook in-depth and following whatever tangents of interest would arise until i’d learned the material to the point of overkill (which id then be bullied for lmao). but in high school, the more work that piled up the less sustainable this approach became. and as i started missing more and more deadlines and giving up on timeliness entirely, eventually deadlines couldn’t trigger hyperfocus either. it’s really interesting to me when i analyze these behaviors through a lens of what i now believe to be adhd, because it explains so much why my efforts in school were always so inconsistent. why i could dedicate sooo much time to things that genuinely interested me to the point of being labeled an overachiever (even though that didn’t feel accurate to my motivations), but i never was able to just sit down and memorize my times tables. (like, literally, i memorized my multiplication tables by accident eventually. i didnt know my 7 times tables until like sophomore year.)
and the reason why my struggles with attention were never obvious at all? because for the longest time (until high school broke me entirely lol), i was just genuinely interested in most things, and most (not all) teachers would let me draw or read to stay focused because i was a good student. god i just think about how different pre-calculus and physics were in junior year. i loved physics and it was intellectually rigorous and my teacher loved me, and didn’t mind my zoning out or doodling (or even straight up sleeping) in class because i was smart and got good grades. but my precalc teacher hated me, because everything in that class was rote memorization and repetition, and i just couldn’t do it. not for lack of trying! i told her: “point me to the proofs, and i’ll go home and be able to learn it! i just can’t memorize it, i can’t stay focused”...but then it turned out we were learning things that, although super easy and boring to execute, the proofs for were incredibly complex and would often require calculus to comrehend. and here i was, frustrated, because WHY THE FUCK THEN ARE WE LEARNING ALL THIS BEFORE TAKING CALCULUS IF YOU NEED CALCULUS TO ACTUALLY FUCKIN UNDERSTAND IT?? anyways, that was the first class i ever got a b in because i just couldn’t. and my teacher ended up thinking my inattention was contempt when really i just could barely keep it together. i’d never before had a class, believe it or not, where i couldn’t use my normal “perfectionistic” coping mechanisms to trigger hyperfocus. ever. at all. the class wasn’t demanding and it was an “easy a” and i felt so stupid for not being able to just do what everyone else was doing! and, to make matters worse, almost every day for months she’d call me out for drawing or not having homework in front of the whole class (rsd hell), until eventually she gave up on me.
i could probably go on and on about how these behaviors made school impossible for me by my senior year. but what matters is that now i understand it differently through an adhd lense... and i think it makes much more sense? the way i would explain it concisely would be: in school i relied on raising my personal standards to make boring assignments more intellectually rigorous and trigger hyperfocus. of course this method eventually failed and then i was left paralyzed unable to do anything, yet still with the same perfectionistic mindset. my standards are all or nothing at all, because my attention is all or nothing. at least, that’s my current theory lmao. this might all sound like deranged ramblings to anyone else... originally this post was not supposed to be long but it’s mostly just a way for me to document myself so? yeahh lol
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sitched-a · 5 years ago
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‘  it  was  like  a  normal  day  at  the  slopes,  just.....  chasing  a  runaway  bomb  on  a  snowmobile  that  was  going  to  crash  into  a  pipeline.  ’   she  may  as  well  be  describing  getting  a  pop  quiz  in  precalc  or  skinning  her  knee  skateboarding;  hand  gently  swats  away  pen  light,  shaking  her  head.   ‘  so  not  the  drama,  I’m  fine—is  my  mom  out  of  surgery  yet?  we  were  supposed  to  have  lunch.  ’
                @05121​   feat.  connor  rhodes.
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