#I failed math twice in college

[ddelline]

things I've researched and somewhat learned of through writing cv/sm aka time loop!fic

the concept and counting of international atomic time

planck time

sliding mode control

newcomb's paradox

the alcubierre metric/drive

closed timelike curves

the equation/formula for conditional probability

quantum suicide/quantum immortality and the many-worlds interpretation

#ddelline's over the top!fic research blog #work: fic #fic: cv/sm #help #lbr for a sec #I failed math twice in college #and nearly failed physics #yr telling me gege akutami is going to teach me more about these subjects #not even #yr telling me writing deprived Fanfiction of gege akutami's characters #is going 2 teach me more about physics and math #than public eduation in scandinavia ever could #truly amazing #there's a bunch of wikipedia link-ins bc I can't link the 3+ jstor dissertations I've plowed thru for each entry #lmao OTL

[oatshow]

hello professor could you please tell me why you thought it was ok to assign double the normal homework and also a final test all due in the same span of time to your students who you know have other classes thanks

#my ears started ringing in the middle of typing this out #six full assignments (four of them quizzes two of them where you have to come up with like nine discussion questions each) #And a final exam. #due in less than 2 days #and also im in an animation course so 90 percent of my time had to be devoted to my final short which was due monday. #and i think i managed to fail Logic twice in a row now. Murder me. I want to be done with General Credits so badly please god #And guess what the college I want to transfer to doesnt accept logic as a math credit the way that other universities/degrees might-- #--so i took it twice for nothing and fucked up my gpa for nothing :)

[happywitch416]

I feel like I need to preface this. My mother ordered a 5lb bag of popcorn from amazon. I wanted to know many popcorn kernals that was. Wanted might be an understatement as I ceased to exist until I got the answer, hyperfocus activated, goodbye.

Add another item to the long list of things I know that are not useful.

#oh and im high as fuck. if id known i could math with weed my life would have been much easier #and i wouldnt have failed freshman math twice in college #the witch speaks

[apathyfairy]

i see a fraction and have a ratatouille ego flashback to me and my parents screaming at each other when i was 9 because i can’t do math

#just did a job assessment and they asked me FRACTIONS so obviously i failed and i’m not getting the job lmao #i’m sorry but fractions just do not make sense to me when you get to adding them and dividing them etc #i just can’t do math i’m sorry my toxic trait is that i failed geometry twice in high school and then also the remedial math class and only #passed college math and statistics with a d like that’s so embarrassing for me

[sleepybabybees]

Incorrect quotes because I'm bored-

Price: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple...

Gaz: I really care about your feelings!

Soap: I really care about YOUR feelings!

Price, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple...

Roach: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL!

Ghost: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!

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Price: You know what?

Price: When I join this friend group I thought you guys would be dealing with my bullshit.

*Soap, Gaz and Roach continue screaming about mold water*

Price: Not the other way around.

Ghost: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mold water.

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Soap: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Ghost: It was Gaz.

Price: It was Gaz.

Roach: Gaz broke it.

Gaz:

Gaz: ...yOU PROMISED-

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Roach, singing: I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need—

Ghost: A family.

Price: A better love life.

Gaz: Mental stability.

Soap: *clueless* Bagels?

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Soap: What's the worst thing you guys have done?

Roach: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Ghost: I kicked Price in the shin-

Price: -So I kicked Ghost between the legs.

Gaz: I burned a town down.

Soap: What?!

Price: What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Gaz: A lot of things.

Ghost: No shit.

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Gaz: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange?

Soap: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Price: Orange was first used to refer to the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a colour until 1000 years ago.

Ghost: What was the colour called before then?

Roach: There was no colour, duh! Everything was black and white!

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Soap: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

Ghost: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

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Ghost: Boo! Boo, I say!

Soap: Ghost?

Ghost: Oh, I am not Ghost. I am the scariest thing known to mankind. A failed math test!

Soap: Yeah, right… I’m gonna move on now…

Ghost: You can run, but it won’t be to the college of your choice!

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Nik: *angrily presses Price against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?!

Price: ...

Price: Are we about to kiss-

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Nik: You need to be more careful!

Price, who was dragged into Nik's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Nik, sweating: Price, there’s something I need to ask you-

Price: Finally! You’re proposing!

Nik: How’d you know?

Price: Nik, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Price: I even picked it up once.

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Laswell: Two bros!

Laswell: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Laswell: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

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Laswell: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference.

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Price: I love them both, but how do I propose to two people?

Laswell: Two different restaurants, one person at each restaurant. Twice the dessert, twice the applause.

Price: Won’t people think it’s weird if there is a third person just sitting there, though?

Laswell: I saw someone feed their pet peacock crème brûlée from their mouth at the French place on the corner last week: I think faux third-wheeling at an engagement is the least of your worries.

#incorrect quotes #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #ghostsoap #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson #cod mw2 #my wifi is out so im bored- #i love them #cod nikolai #nikprice #kate laswell

[star-suh]

The Substitute

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, college au, blowjob, protected sex, cum eating, ass stuffing (?), also let's just say johnny has hyperspermia in this fic.

an: this was 1 of 2 ideas from @ldrei so wait for the other one 😈 (it's a different fic, not a continuation)

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yn's math teacher was sick and he was kinda happy because that means that there will not be math classes in the next few weeks... or well that's what he thought..

“hello class, the name's johnny suh i'm your new substitute math teacher for now. i hope we can get along well these weeks” he smiled.

“god can you please close that mouth, drool is spilling all over the desk” haechan joked watching how yn was already head over heels for the new teacher “man he's so fine” yn faked a moan, that the teacher noticed, “with a teacher like this i will come to math classes every day” added yn.

classes passed and johnny always noticed y/n's stares at his pants, more exactly his crotch area. currently everyone was in an exam, yn raised his hand to ask the teacher something that he didn't understand, "teacher i don't understand the fifth point, can you help me please?", "i’d be happy to yn" both of johnny's hands were positioned on the student's shoulder, his breathing and whispers echoing in his head while his citrus cologne made yn feel dizzy. johnny laughed mentally seeing how easy yn was to be tamed.

class is over, everyone was packing up to go home, "mr. ln yn i need you to stay to talk to you about the exam" suddenly johnny announced making the boy stay still in shock, was he caught cheating? “i'm invited to your funeral, right?” jokes haechan, running quickly towards the door to avoid being beaten by yn.

“please i won't do it again but don't make me fail this exam, i beg” yn pleaded he was about to kneel when johnny says “what are you talking about?”... yn zoned out for some seconds looking at the floor “umm didn't you caught me cheating on the exam?” he explained, johnny was surprised "in fact i was going to congratulate you because you were the only one who passed it but.. now i know why...".

yn wanted the earth to swallow him and spit him god knows where, he just screwed everything up "however i could pretend not to hear that" johnny slowly walked around the desk sitting in front of yn "why don't we take advantage of the fact that you're already kneeling?" yn's eyes widened and fell directly to johnny's crotch, he had it there in front of him in all its glory. without thinking twice, yn smashed his nose and mouth against the teacher's crotch and began to smell and grope it like he was in heat.

time passed and yn was so happy slurping and tasting that amazing cock, it was so big and thick that almost didn't fit in his mouth “don't worry if you can't take it all, i know another hole that could” he winked at the student who felt embarrassed, a blushing appearing in his cheeks and the back of his neck.

thankfully the college was empty by now, except for some guards but they were usually at the entrance so yn wouldn't have to worry about hiding his moans, johnny's cock was very big and yn's tight hole was struggling to take it all in, the stretching was painful but pleasurable thanks to the textured condom and the lube. “how does it feel, cheater boy hmm?” johnny murmured while kissing the neck and the back of the other, “so fucking good mr. suh.. i should come to class with you every day”, “haha yeah you should” the other added while exploring yn's body with his hands, groping his chest, his torso and finally his dick “damn you're leaking like a faucet” the teacher used that pre-cum as a lotion to masturbate yn.

johnny thrusts started to get sloppy, he hadn't masturbated in weeks so his balls were full of cum, his heavy balls slapping against yn's ass waiting to be emptied. yn moaned while cumming on the other's hand “clean it for me please” johnny grunted leaving his hand in front of yn's face so he could lick the cum. johnny came inside the condom but still inside yn, his cock throbbing while splurting lots of thick warm cum inflating the condom in the process.

johnny rode his high with a few last thrusts, He tried to take out his cock but he had cum so much, the condom was full of semen and it looked like a plug. johnny only took out his cock, leaving the condom inside and tying it to prevent the content from spilling out. "i'll leave that there for you to have fun later," "thank you, dear professor”. yn went home with the condom full of semen still inside him "shit, it feels so nice”.

in the next classes they kept fucking after everyone was gone, they were so hungry for each other that they would see each otherr outside university to satisfy their carnal desires. even after the math teacher returned, yn and johnny continued their affair with the excuse that the student needed extra classes and who better than the teacher johnny to do that.

#johnny suh x male reader #johnny x male reader #johnny seo x male reader smut #seo youngho x male reader #seo youngho x male reader smut #johnny suh x male reader smut #johnny seo x male reader #johnny x male reader smut #nct 127 smut #nct #nct x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct smut #nct u x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut

[vikings-til-valhalla]

One of my best friends felt stupid for being a slow reader. Having been there multiple times myself, and battling those types of thoughts on a daily basis for my whole life as well, I decided to write this to her:

You're not alone in that... In school, my teachers would all constantly say, "You should be able to read one page per minute!" Or something like that, it may have been 1 page per 30 seconds for all I remember. But it took me, regardless of the size, regardless of the number of words, minimum 2 minutes per page, sometimes even more. Taking any test that was timed and required me to read, I was panicked knowing I'd never finish the text in time to answer the questions. And that was often the case. I felt like a failure, stupid, and it was reflected in test scores. I'd get the answers right! But I didn't have the time to finish them all, and that's where I got penalized. However, when I took an untimed test for literacy comprehension, I was told I had a college reading level while in middle school. I didn't believe them. I was literally failing English classes left and right. Then, for college, there was another untimed test for the same thing. I scored so high that they literally did not have classes that could challenge me, and just threw me into the hardest English course they had even though I was determined to not need it. I aced those courses for 2 years straight with A+ in both, because rather than focusing on how fast someone can read and answer questions, it focused on how well you understood the texts as a whole. My one professor gave me 105% because she was so impressed. So all that to basically say, regardless of how slow you read, no matter how many times you have to reread the text to understand it fully, as long as you understand it that's what matters, and shows how intelligent you are. Schools pressure you to be fast at everything because in the working world, time and money are one in the same. You have to cut corners and make the top dollar or else corporations see you as a failure. And what is traditional schooling in America but a pipeline to the working capitalism world??

I've met dyslexic people who published bestselling books. I've heard of authors who failed all of K-12 schooling and published well known books by the dozen. And I myself am a very slow reader who struggled all through school, failed most every class for being slow enough that I couldn't finish any tests, but I've been given untimed tests and proved to be highly intelligent in every subject, several languages, countless forms of comprehension, and I published 2 books by the age of 23.

But I am VERY slow at all of that. It takes me hours at a time to solve a small math problem. It takes me weeks to read a children's book. I usually have to hear something twice or more to understand it, unless I have subtitles to read so I can back up what my mind processes hearing, with something visual.

It doesn't matter how slow or fast you are. Intelligence is intelligence regardless. Capitalism just makes it seem like speed is the end all be all of everything, because if you're slow, you're not doing it right/well enough, and you're not making enough profit for anyone to value you.

What's important to remember is to value yourself and what you've accomplished, no matter how long you took to do it, how many tries it took to succeed, or who approves of the things you achieved besides yourself. Your best is good enough, you are good enough, and your worth is not determined by production quotas of any sort in any capacity. Worth is inherent, and also built upon at your own pace by accomplishing things within your personal scope.

#etc #mun is a Viking #not Vikings

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 7)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, slut shaming, mentions sex

synopsis ➩ Y/n explains her past.

word count ➩ 700

“It was my freshman year, and I bright-eyed and bushy-tailed my way into becoming the go-to math tutor. I had passion and drive, and I still do, but it was different. I had innocence, hell I even had my virginity.”

“Wait, what?”

“For your own sake, I’m just going to pretend you never asked that.”

“Thank you.”

“I know it’s surprising, but yes, I didn’t lose my v-card until college. I guess this is sorta my slutty origin story. Let’s get back on topic. Bucky Barnes was the new promising player, and I had my eyes set on him, and only him. He was failing calculous, so I got called in. When I say I fell for him, I mean I fell hard. I chose to ignore his arrogance and fuck-boy behaviors. It was all mild flirting and stolen glances between us. But one night, the mutual attraction became more, we had our first kiss. It was sweet, and it gave me hope. When we went on our first date, he won me the ugliest stuffed animal from a claw machine. Even though it looked like a sloth on cocaine, I loved it with all my heart.”

“James started to feel like home to me. Just his essence invited me to vent about whatever was on my mind. I just knew in my heart that I wanted him to be the first guy to have sex with me. So little by little, we started doing more stuff. And eventually we had sex, and I realized that I really liked it. Everything was perfect, or at least that’s what I thought. Little did I know, he wasn’t completely faithful. He never cheated, but his heart wasn’t 100% set on me. He started to eyeball my best friend at the time. Her name’s Natasha and she was equally beautiful, funny, smart, and experienced. From my understanding, they would hang out alone, just to talk and get to know each other. Eventually, he figured out that she was everything he’d ever dreamt of. I thought I was in this fairytale romance, one that people would envy. But one day, he just dumped me. There were signs, but I was too in love to notice. After he broke up with me, I was a wreck. I started drowning myself in booze and guys that didn’t give a shit about my wellbeing.”

“I had to watch as my first boyfriend fell in love with my best friend. I tried to be okay, but I felt like I was suffocating every time I saw them together. I started to get a reputation as the campus slut. Pretty much anyone could have sex with me if they just gave me a bit of attention. You can watch movies and listen to songs about this shit happening, but until you actually live the nightmare, you have no idea how you’ll react.”

“So, what happened to Bucky and Natasha?”

“She cheated on him actually.” 

“Kinda seems like he got what he deserved.”

“Y’know what Peter, I am really starting to like you.” He give a bashful smile in response. “When they broke up, I finally felt a sense of relief. My alcohol and dick consumption started declining. After a year of feeling inferior to every pretty girl I saw, I realized that I was worth something. I didn’t need guys for validation, I just wanted them for pleasure. During sophomore year I stopped caring what anyone thought of me. That’s how I ended up, well, me. James reacted the same way I did, using sex to drown the pain, and he has never had a girlfriend since. And Nat, well, the slut-shaming got so bad that she transferred.”

“Anyway, this year I fucked myself over. I fell for a guy. I got scared of him, and wound up having sex with Bucky twice. Thinking back I see all these obvious signs that Steve wasn’t what he seemed. Hindsight’s 20/20 I guess. Bucky knew that he was using me, hell, he was the one who suggested it. So I can say with full confidence that Bucky Barnes does not love me, and maybe he never did. But everything with him is over now, thank god. I’m done with that prick.”

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taglist:

@cjand10, @afraidofshrimp

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #college au #enemies to lovers #exes to lovers #love triangle #angst #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut

[teaboot]

For the 70 question ask game. 24?

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Art, Metalwork, and English. I was actually an art TA for a semester, then graduated early and took art and metalwork both again for funsies. Best damn semester of my life, when all I had for classes was art 12, metalwork 11, art 11, metalwork 12, and a college arts course. Straight A's on that final year, baybee.

Fuck math, though. I like math now, but in highschool it didn't make sense and my classmates were too loud to focus and I used to get in fights with the teacher. Failed highschool math twice. Wound up taking a homeschool course instead and it was way easy

[bts-fic-collection]

i'm desperate to find this fic! its a jikook abo college au where jimin is the nerd who has to tutor jock!jk cause hes failing a class. i remember jimin has asthma and it might've been a slow burn? i hope you can find it though! 🙇‍♀️😅

Hi there - I can't seem to find a specific fic which matches this description, so here's a few I found, and maybe one of them will be the one you're looking for :)

Hoodwinked by Jungkookie_chips

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 18,357

Summary: Jeongguk’s gaze had gone from inexpressive to a hardened, more aggravated glare by the time Jimin finished his speech. He bends down to grab his bag and Jimin feels both shocked and relieved, thinking Jeongguk is giving up already and inadvertently releasing Jimin from the promise that confines him. But then he comes back up and slams a travel mug onto the table, the sound piercing through the silent atmosphere. Jimin doesn’t have to look around to know everyone else in the room is staring at them and he has to refrain from blowing up on Jeongguk, knowing it’ll only make the situation worse.

“What the fuck is this?” Jimin hisses.

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or: Jeongguk is at risk of failing some of his courses for the third time. Jimin is asked to save Jeongguk from his own downfall.

Dismissed by jeonslegends

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 349,577

Summary: Omega Park Jimin is a university student who has a deep love for dancing, warm coffee, and his best friend Taehyung. Although he is somewhat a hopeless romantic, he has put off finding true love until after graduation because his last heartbreak lead him to believe that college boys "are a huge, unfulfilling waste of his time".

Jeon Jungkook is an Alpha starting his first year of teaching as a math professor at the same university fresh out of graduate school. He plans on asking to hire one of his students as a tutor to assist him with the class until he is settled in...

As it turns out, Jimin excels in math and finds himself in need of little extra cash, and it definitely doesn't hurt that his new math professor smells like his favorite kind of warm drink.

Butter by FearthePrettyPeople

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 89,050

Summary: Jungkook and Jimin meet twice.

The second time is when Jungkook needs a tutor to better understand Critical Theory and Jimin is just the man to help him. Not to mention it will look great on Jimin's record while he applies to the doctoral program.

The first time was entirely different and soon, Jungkook finds Jimin out.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as smoothly when someone else finds out what Jimin does for work.

#ask #jikook #jimin #jungkook #college au #tutor au #enemies to lovers #abo au #smut #Rating: E

[starrysnowdrop]

Hello everyone, this isn’t FFXIV related, but since this is my own blog, I wanted to share something personal with you all.

Tonight, NASA’s Artemis 1 had a successful launch, and it’s the first step to sending humans back to the Moon, and eventually onto Mars. And I’ve been by the screen crying tears of joy and feeling a whole range of emotions.

Here’s something most of you might not know about me. Ever since I can remember, into my earliest memories, I wanted to be an astronaut. Now this is a pretty common childhood dream, so this isn’t the strange part. What was weird about me was that I never outgrew that childhood dream.

I would watch everything I could get my little hands on about outer space. One of my favorite films ever was Apollo 13, and eventually I grew fond of the extremely cheesy Armageddon. I would collect NASA memorabilia, and play in the backyard pretending I was flying a rocket to the Moon.

I had it all planned out too. After graduating high school, I was going to join the US Air Force and train to become a pilot. Then I would apply to NASA to join the Astronaut program in order to become a pilot for the space shuttles, and then pilot the rockets that would one day go to Mars.

And when that day came in senior year of high school, when the Air Force recruiter came to my school, I signed up to join. But when I went to do my first physical, I got rejected. The tests came back with a diagnosis: Asthma. There was no way that they would allow me to fly fighter jets, let alone a space shuttle.

I was crushed. Completely devastated. It took me years to recover from the depression that occurred in part due to that event. I had never imagined doing anything else in my life. I quite literally had no back up plan.

But I did come up with a plan. If I could not be an astronaut, at least I could study Astronomy, or perhaps I could be a part of NASA’s mission control and still be a part of the mission to take others into space.

So I went to college and began a program in Astrophysics. I was doing very well, that was until I got to the higher levels of Mathematics and Physics. Turns out that although I’m not the worst in Math, but I’m extremely slow at it, and I eventually hit a wall where there was no way that I could pass the classes I needed to pass. I was struggling to just get passing grades, let alone try to get Straight A’s so that I could get a job at NASA.

I once again realized that this too was an impossible dream to achieve for me. I had my limitations, and I had hit the wall and could go no further. So, I switched my field of study, and I not just struggled with depression this time, but also anxiety. Panic attacks were a very common occurrence all throughout my college and Grad School years.

Yet, I did graduate college, and even went on to earn a Master’s degree. In those years, I got married to the love of my life and had my beautiful son.

Tonight’s launch caused so many memories to come flooding back to me. I watched as Artemis 1 soared into the sky, on its way to orbit the Moon. I am still sitting here with joyful tears running down my face. I’m so happy for all who were a part of this, including my husband who had a part in testing the rocket’s engines.

So do I have any regrets? None. Because I can stand here knowing that in my heart that I tried my best in achieving that childhood dream. I tried and failed, twice. But I am happy knowing that I even tried at all.

#ooc #personal stuff #artemis 1 #nasa #if you did end up reading this #thank you so much for your time in reading it #now I go to bed #or try to anyway

[myinternetaddictworld]

Room 210 P.P

Science Teacher! Peter Parker x English Teacher Reader

Summary: It was your first-day teaching. Everything was new to you. The school, the students, the staff. One particular science teacher catches your eye.

CW: Peter is like 25-26 in this, fluffy teacher Peter

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The hallways were much more confusing than you had anticipated. Despite you showing up to work over an hour early, you still found it difficult to find your room so you could begin setting up your room. Today was Parent's day, meaning all the parents would be coming in to meet the teachers. You would be lying if you said you weren't terrified. Although you had great grades and recommendations from college, this was still your very first actual teaching job. You wanted to make a great impression on everyone; your peers, the parents, and most importantly your future students.

After walking in circles for what seemed like forever, you finally found your assigned room. Room 210. You quickly began unpacking the things you had in your bag. Some desk decor, some of the recommended summer reading books, and a picture of your dog now sat atop of your desk. As you began to survey the room, you heard a slight knock on the door. You jumped when you turned to see a tall, handsome man standing in the doorframe.

"Hi, you're the new grade 10 English teacher right?" the man said smiling. You nodded. The man couldn't have been any older than you. He was well-groomed, sporting a slight beard with his hair perfectly pushed back. He was wearing a light blue button-up with a loosely tied black tie.

"Where are my manners? I'm Peter. I teach grade 10 Chemistry and grade 11 Physics. I'm your neighbor." he said motioning to the door across the hall from your room; Room 211.

"Hi! I'm Y/F/N." You said excitedly reaching your hand out to shake his. His hand met yours for a brief handshake. His hands were soft but also near twice the size of yours. There was no way you could crush on on of your colleagues on the first day of work. You also didn't see a ring on his left hand. But no, you had to shake any of those thoughts. You just moved to this school. You had to let people get to know you.

"The students here are pretty great but fair warning, some of them are a handful" he said laughing.

"Oh really? Between you and I, this is my first official teaching job." you say shly.

"I know, I could smell it from a mile away," he said looking at you.

"You looked terrified when you walked into the building," he said smiling again.

"Really, is it that noticible" you groaned, pushing some of the hair out of your face.

"No, I'm just messing with you. You seem super sweet, I'm sure the kids will love you." he said making his way to the other side of your desk.

His hands traced some of the books laying on your desk.

"Great Gatsby huh?" he said picking the book out of the stack.

"Yeah...I loved reading it in high school and wanted to share it with my students."

"Really? I always preferred the movies to this type of thing," he said quickly flipping to the book.

"For me, nothing compares to reading the scene where we first meet Daisy," you say, your face lighting up. He flashed you a smile.

"So English is definitely your thing, I'll stick to the science and math stuff," he said placing the book back down.

You laugh at this statement.

"Please, I sucked at all that stuff in school, reading and writing came easy."

"And science came easy to me," he said now looking deep in your eyes. You were so immersed in the conversation, you failed to realize how pretty he was. His chocolate brown eyes glowed in the bright florescent lights of your classroom. A few wrinkles lined his face, you assumed from the stress of grading which you would soon have to face. Despite this, he still had this incredibly boyish charm about him. A charm that made you want to get to know him more.

"Is that yours?" he said breaking both the short silence that fell over the room as well as eye contact with you to point at the small framed picture you had on your desk. It was your dog, Milo. A small white maltese.

"Yep, my pride and joy. My favorite furbaby," you said glancing at the picture smiling.

"Cute. What's his or her name?" he said grinning.

"His name is Milo. I feel kinda bad for leaving him home alone for work nowadays." you say, your lips forming into a pout.

"Hey, now you have something to look forward to when you get home." he said placing the photo back down. You nodded.

"That is true," you said, agreeing with him.

"I actually have a dog myself...maybe we should plan a dog playdate one day...you know, outside of school." he said looking down at the floor.

"Really? I'd love that, a lot. I don't have any friends in the city yet...neither does Milo."

"Great!...okay, I lied about having a dog but I would still love to show you around the city one day." he said lightly.

You chuckled.

"I don't know if I want some nutty professor who lies about owning a dog to show me around the city," you say laughing.

"Look, I blanked, I'm sorry. I just haven't seen someone as pretty as you...ever," he said.

This statement caught you by surprise. You thought the guy was cute to but you had no idea he would say that.

"You think I'm pretty?" you say in a teasing voice.

"Yes," he says barely above a whisper.

"Help me through Parent's day and I'll see if I can make time..." you say readjusting the picture he moved.

"You know where to find me," he said smiling and slowly walking across the hallway.

"This is going to be a interesting year, Y/N," he said, standing against the doorframe of his classroom.

Interesting was an understatement, but Peter made everyday at your new school worthwhile. The students fell in love with you (you were almost convinced its because Peter threatened them with detention if they acted out in your class). You loved the staff and administration team and most of all, you grew to love your across the hall neighbor. By year 3 at your new school, you shared his last name and the two of you made a beautiful family of your own. A family that would soon end up in the frame sitting on your desk.

#tasm!peter fluff #peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter 3 #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x you

[dove-da-birb]

so in the US we have state mandated tests or exams to prove you know stuff but they still let u pass even if u do shit on it its to collect data and see how they can improve curriculum n stuff

here in Texas it's called staar (state of Texas assessment for academic readiness (I have it memorized)) but it goes by different names per state but their all pretty similar being around 50 questions on subject. depending on the grade u will take diffrent stars I think my middle school and elementary school one had essay sections and a personal writing section.

PSAT and SAT. are used to help with collage emissions if you get rlly good scores u can get like scholarships n stuff a new of Mt friends have them but you can tell by my amazing academics I really care about those/j

theirs apparently other ones (thanks Navi bc I wouldn't have known otherwise) that are for other collage stuff and aren't don't by the college board

im great at non math standardized testing tho preforming way above average for my age group

Yeah, we don’t have that, and the thing that is most similar is EQAO.

“The EQAO is the provincial Education Equality and Accountability Office. It is an independent govern- ment body that develops and oversees reading, writ- ing and mathematics tests that Ontario students must take in Grades 3, 6, 9, and 10.”

For college and university emissions they look at your top 6 Grade 12 college or university classes (ie Grade 12 U English is needed in order to get into any university after high school) <- reason why I took an extra English course.

I SUCKED at math though; failed Grade 10 Academic math twice but went to Applied and passed with flying colours.

#amari!

[exceptionalzed]

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 3 characters at school headcanons

Here’s my headcanons for how I think the Z-O-M-I-E-S 3 characters do in school!

Zed: We already know Zed is at the top of his class, but in general, I don’t think he’s too worried about his class rank. At least, not until it affects college. He works hard in school mostly to make sure he can stay on the football team and in order to be able to make up for all that he wasn’t able to learn before joining school with the humans.

Addison: Like Zed, Addison is more concerned with her extracurriculars (cheerleading) than her actual school classes. This isn’t to say she doesn’t try; rather, I think she actually does fairly well in school. I just don’t think it’s a huge concern for her compared to cheerleading and joining all the different groups in Seabrook together.

Eliza: Alright, Eliza’s smart. We all know this. She’s got all the smart-people classes down, you know, science, math, computer tech, all of that. However, I think where she struggles may be the creative electives she has to take.

Bonzo: Bonzo is more or less the opposite of Eliza. While he’s not bad at his regular classes, he most certainly excels in electives, namely languages, music, and art. He does well in these classes simply because he enjoys them so much, it’s more of a passion for him than just a regular school class.

Bucky: Bucky sucks at school. He probably failed a grade at least once... dude isn’t very smart. He especially doesn’t have any common sense considering he flew out into space on the ship that probably vaporized him. The only reason he hasn’t been kicked out of school due to his incompetence is his cheerleading skills.

Bree: Bree is generally pretty average in school. All around she’s quite smart, but she also has her moments of struggling in certain classes where she may go to someone like Eliza for a bit of help.

Willa: Alright, hear me out, Willa does not do good in school. Not because she’s dumb, but because she simply does not care. She does not see the point in trying to learn math or ancient history, and she especially doesn’t care about government. She would rather spend her time studying hunting tactics than the pythagorean theorem.

Wyatt: Wyatt does good in school. He finds a lot of the information genuinely interesting, and he thinks it’s a good idea to try well in school, especially since his sister doesn’t seem to care one bit about it. He does have to study to maintain his good grades, but he’s generally seen as a good student.

Wynter: Wynter does not try. She is all over the place and does not enjoy having to sit down for hours a day just to learn about Napoleon Bonaparte. She simply gets way too bored and distracted. Amazingly enough though, she does manage to keep average grades. Whether or not that’s because she is cheating off of Wyatt is yet to be determined.

A-spen: A-spen does... ridiculously well in school. Like so well it makes a lot of “less intelligent” people dislike them. So well to the point where you just want to scream into your laptop while you struggle to write an English essay. Even though A-spen isn’t familiar with Earth history or culture, they still do amazing in those classes simply due to how fast they learn and how curious they are.

A-lan: A-lan also does enrangingly well, but he isn’t really trying to learn anything. The only reason he would ever want to do well in school is to leer it over someone else’s head. Honestly he would prefer to be out and about the city trying to beat every world record there is than sitting around learning things.

A-li: A-li, like all aliens, does superb. Alarmingly superb when it comes to things like archery or learning ancient torture tactics in history. The only problem is that her anger issues may cause her to be suspended once or twice (launching pencil sharpeners across the room is, in fact, frowned upon).

#zombies #disney zombies #z o m b i e s 3 #z o m b i e s #zeddison #willaspen #bonzo #chearleading #pencil sharpener #wehatebucky #school #headcanons #disney #werewolf #math

[chaosdisorganized]

Idk if you saw my tags in the last post but damn fuck the education system and the pressure to pass and do well in school. Like my parents took school so seriously I'd get beat for getting any grade below a C. That's fucking crazy, it's crazy that my parents thought the best way to get me to make better grades was terrifying me so much I was too scared to fail. And when I'd cry after getting a bad report card from teachers or something they thought I was just trying to guilt them and would tell me stuff like it's all my fault and shit. Like no bitch I'm crying because my parents are going to hurt me for this. I stopped making bad grades after freshmen year because I got really good at cheating and bullshitting but then I became less worried about actually learning the material and more worried about getting all my work done. I didn't read a single assigned English book, I got all A's in English. I didn't learn anything in AP Biology, I got A's and B's. I have no idea how I ended up in CCP pre calculus senior year but I passed, I suck at math bro. And its not like I didn't have any help obviously because of the trauma associated with it I ended up with alters who's purpose was to do a bunch of school work at once and I also had a 504 plan which helped a lot and I still turned in a bunch of assignments late but my 504 covered that as long as I told the teacher I needed more time. But damn that was rough. Fuck school and the education system and the pressure to do well. I ended up in Honors and CCP and AP classes when I suddenly stopped failing and actually started getting good grades and damn fuck those kinds of classes too, they give way too much work to poor high schoolers. I remember how much shit I had to do in those classes and when you take multiple at a time it's just a lot. I tried college twice now and I actually think college assigns less work than those damn classes. Anyways sorry for the rant vent thing I'm really stoned.

#lmao you can just ignore me #rant #vent #tw physical abuse #school trauma #fuck school bro #that shit was crazy #college sucks too but in different ways #tw parental abuse

[bowiebond]

now you've got me thinking about autistic eddie/jason. helping each other study not because either of them are particularly good at it but they each have their strengths and own little ways of coping that help each other in their problem classes. jason's still an asshole but eddie's been helping him in english and maybe now he smiles a little when eddie gets all dramatic in the lunch room because he knows what a knack for storytelling he really has.

Jason who studies enough to pass so he doesn’t get booted off the team, but his special interest is sharks (ocean in general) and basketball so he could tell you all about that, ace an assessment on it, but nobody does so he’s passing. Enough to avoid his parents disappointment too (they’re riding on him going to college via a sports scholarship at this rate so he has to at least be passing).

Eddie is pretty much failing every class except English. Which he has a solid C+ in, edging on a B. He’d have an A if his handwriting wasn’t so rushed but he’s got a lot on his brain all the time so every thought needs to come out sooner rather than later or be lost to the void.

Eddie only starts helping Jason because one of the blonds assignments for English falls out of his bag and Eddie’s not entirely an asshole as not to give it back, but he does have every intention on mocking him for being a brainiac alongside a jock since he’s just the perfect golden child but…Jason failed. Like big red F failed. It makes Eddie wince, makes him feel bad because now Jason is just a thick headed jock but even Eddie’s not low enough to poke fun at someone’s grades when his are generally appalling.

Jason snatches it back when he whistles and shakes it in front of his face from behind and almost punches Eddie on the spot to make sure he shuts his mouth, but Eddie offers to tutor him. Him. The guy who’s failed twice in a row.

“They don’t change the assignments, dude. I just recycle mine. I could pass this year no biggie as long as the exams go well. That’s where I fuck up.”

So somehow, Jason ends up with Eddie as his English tutor - and Eddie happens to be pretty decent at math surprisingly, he just can’t focus on the teachers droning voice - and in turn Jason helps him with science and humanities, sports too because Eddie has to pass the exam for PE too if he wants the graduate (turns out he’s actually pretty strong due to carrying around amps, guitars and drum sets, and Jason tries not to stare at his arms. Not as muscled as his but…they’re appealing).

Jason becomes a bit nicer about Eddie’s trailer park home too once he starts going there for tutoring. Eddie’s nice enough to air out the room when he comes by, cause he turns his nose up at the smell of weed and twenty year old stink.

Wayne is apprehensive about the boy since he’s from the upper class in town, and his history with Eddie (though Eddie was just as bad of a culprit when it came to pulling Jason’s pigtails).

Eddie cries sometimes when he studies. Usually makes a noise of frustration and throws his pen when things just won’t come together and Jason is a bit surprised by it, unsure how to comfort him, but if he leaves him to ride it out, eventually Eddie will calm down and pick the pen back up and mumble for him to explain it a little slower this time like he’s embarrassed.

It makes Jason feel better about the times he also gets angry staring at a page too long, when Eddie’s breathing and shifting and the squeak of the floor gets too much and he snaps at him to stop existing for two seconds. Eddie would be offended if he wasn’t so obviously distressed. Eddie usually just leaves the room and lets Jason breath through his anger until it melts away and he’s just…tired. When he’s alone and studying, he just has to deal with the stimulus of himself, having another person can be both handy for his focus but also extremely overstimulating after a long day.

Jason does enjoy the story telling though. Gets a little lost in it. Thinks Eddie is funny. He does these little voices, acts out exaggerated hand gestures and it makes Jason feel like he’s at the theatre almost. It’s good.

They aren’t friends, but they’re close enough for Jason to grin behind his hand and tap the table when Eddie makes his grand speeches now.

#autistic jason carver #autistic eddie munson #Eddie munson #jason carver #munver #TigerFreak #carverson