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motherlarkspur · 8 months
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My deepest sympathy for my AP Lit class that has to hear me connect every topic we cover back to the Epic of Gilgamesh. In my defense, it's a beautiful representation of human nature through the ages.
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scaredenglishmajor · 10 months
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me, thinking: *I mean, i’m literally learning literature at oxford university, my professors must be super serious academics*
my professor: idk dudes, all i’m saying is that satan is a really fuckable figure. that’s just the truth.
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I made this for an AP Lit project
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who-needs-sleep7 · 1 year
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monaluisa · 1 year
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My favorite part of The Importance of Being Earnest was when they said “It’s Bunburying time,” and then they Bunburied all over the place.
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iliketheclouds · 1 year
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If I were an English teacher the first thing I would do before we start reading a book would be to show my students some of my favorite fanart of the book (or art of the period it’s set in) because fanart is always how I get interested in a new fandom
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mmarigoldiee · 1 year
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✵ 100 Days of Productivity ✵
day eight - 11.27.22
finished ap classroom assignments for ap calc
finished nutrition quiz + notes
finished improvement plan notes + quiz
finished updating mileage spreadsheet through october
caught up on ap lit readings
worked on outline for final poli sci paper
packed for san diego trip
dishes, laundry
sent three (3) school related emails
updated club social media + linktree for club fundraiser
song: just a little while by the 502s
and i said “wait just a little while and tell me where you’ve been” / i’ve been staying up at night / thinking about it
i got so much useless stuff done today. i really needed to work on my poli sci stuff, but i feel like mentally i just do not allow myself too. i am currently failing that class even tho i completely understand it all and literally love what were learning so much that i still want to major in it in college. either way, proud of myself for getting up and getting stuff done (aka sending emails). also, same song as yesterday because it's been giving my the vibe of imagining talking to my future self and wondering what happens next.
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navysealt4t · 2 months
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me when i use my big brain skills
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amour393 · 2 years
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ok but u love me right? everyone loves the teal ninja
Dear Teal Ninja,
As (basically) a citizen of Ninjago City, I am sorry to say that your work as an employee of the government and our legal protector has left me extremely disappointed. I have (basically) lived in Ninjago City for over ten years now, and I am extremely disappointed in where we are today that of the people that could have been hired as protectors while the Ninja- the real Ninja, mind you- were otherwise occupied, you and your team were selected.
I mean no ill will towards your abilities. I believe that lack of elemental power does not mean you cannot be powerful. Look at either Samurai X. Each one decided that enough was enough and powers or no powers, they were going to work to do what is right and save our city from the harm that may threaten it. I believe that you can be an effective enforcer of the law without having powers, and you and your team certainly succeed in this manner.
Yet, the approach you have taken is vastly different from the approach of these two beloved heroes. Samurai X, both of them, never remain or remained in the spotlight after saving the day. That was never the point for them; they saved the day and left to save the day somewhere else. You and your team, on the other hand, often spend more time talking to the police and the people than you do actually solving the problem.
And in the end, that's what it boils down to. That's why many citizens of this city don't like you. That's why I, regrettably, cannot bring myself to like or support you when I believe your method of supposed hero-ing is so wrong: because, unlike our heroes past, you New Ninja are both proud and distant.
Pride affects us all, and I am sorry to say it is obvious how much it affects you and your team. It's one of the reasons you will never be our Ninja. Unlike the true Ninja, whose colors are based on their elemental power, an intrinsic part of their being, you and your team have chosen the brightest, flashiest colors available. Anything for attention, right? Why else would you choose those colors? Please, I would love to know why teal, bright pink, neon orange, lime, and hot pink pose any sort of tactical advantage or have any significance other than the fact that they are easy to spot.
Your team focuses more on the after-effect of a victory than the victory itself. "Anything for a fan", right? Since when has the attention a hero receives been more important than the work they do? I guarantee, you can ask any member of this city whether there was ever any doubt of whether the Ninja cared more about the attention than the mission, they would confidently say that there is no doubt in their mind that is not the case. You New Ninja, on the other hand, live in an unfortunate delusion where you are on par with, or even above, the true Ninja, despite having done nothing to earn their status.
The city trusts the Ninja so much because at first we didn't. We've seen the city almost fall on their watch more times than I can count, but you know what? They always come back. No matter what crazy villain showed up this time, the Ninja have been here to protect us time and time and time again. They've earned our trust instead of assuming they deserve it.
"But you love me, right? Everyone loves the teal ninja?" No! And that's exactly the problem! You make assumptions that you are on no position to make.
Pride aside, it is very apparent that you care more about yourselves and your reputation more than the wellbeing of the people. Following an attack, instead of signing autographs and taking selfies to Chirp, the Ninja check in on the members of the attack, the surrounding areas, the victims, friends, family. I've had each Ninja check in with me at least once to see if I was okay after an attack. The fire Ninja asked my friend how her bio test went. The ice Ninja gave my mom a muffin recipe. The Ninja aren't so far removed; they live and interact with us on a humble, personal level. They remind us that they are, at the end of the day, just people. Flawed people, yes, of course, but people nonetheless. You and your team have, to my knowledge, not once checked in personally with a civilian, not once done cleanup after an attack even if you didn't cause it, not once greet someone by name.
In summation, oh great and powerful Teal Ninja, no, I do not like you, and the assumption and implication that I should is why most people don't like you either.
Sincerely,
The People of Ninjago City
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the-name-is-loser · 1 year
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WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN AP LANG AND AMERICAN LITERATURE
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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 2 years
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NOOOOOO
School starts tomarrow
y'all i don't wanna go to school, summer feels way to fast
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chryzure-archive · 2 years
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i wonder what it is abt chrysigil that makes me write essay-length ideas abt them. i was drawing their spotify art and i was mentally drafting a thesis statement for it 😭
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scaredenglishmajor · 10 months
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my oxford literature prof, unprompted:
“so church, right? we all go in and say ‘sorry daddy, i’ve been bad’ and then the priest says ‘ya know what? it’s fine’
and that’s basically all that church is”
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Everyday I go to AP Lit & make the bold claim that some literary/historical figure was queer
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copperbadge · 1 year
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Before I left for vacation I did my usual “tidy for the petsitter” routine, and there was some paperwork that I thought should probably get put away, so I stashed it in a storage bin I had out. Because I know me, I put a note in my to-do list for when I got back that said “There’s important stuff in the bin, remember to go get it.”
So I did, but I thought I should deal with the other stuff in the bin too, and I’ve just been popping the lid and dealing with one or two things every time I go past it. Most of it is paperwork, and I’ve just hit some records from high school that my mother recently gave to me without either of us going through them.
There’s a bunch of report cards, which are heartbreaking and hilarious. I graduated a semester early and my last semester was cleanup -- two classes to complete graduation requirements and one to maintain status as a “full time” student. Two were math-based which I was notoriously bad at, and sure enough at the midterm I was getting a D+ in one and a C- in the other. We’d just begun digital grade recording, so the teachers would keep their grades in a paper book and then log into an extremely basic database and enter the grades, which would spit out on our printed report cards. They could put in a grade plus three “codes” which would print next to our grades as status updates, stuff like “disruptive in class” or similar. 
My English course, in which I was getting an A, said “Exceeding expectations” which was kind of Mr. G because I remember him and his expectations were exceptionally high for me. 
The other two have the same catechism: Missing Assignments, Does Not Pay Attention In Class, and of course...Achievement Not Up To Ability. Guess now we know why. 
Reading through these old cards with the cushion of time, it’s fascinating to see my young brain at work. My math and (math-based) science grades tank so hard, at the same time I was getting As or Bs everywhere else -- history, civics, econ, english, spanish. There are documented questions about whether I’m going to pass enough math to graduate high school, dated the same semester as my perfect Verbal SAT score and my fives in AP Comp and Lit. The first semester after I was put into the Gifted program, I failed Remedial Algebra.  
I did say at the time, to my mother and my teachers, there’s something wrong here. My mother, in her defense, had her hands full with my brother; my teachers just didn’t know what to do with me. The school district was broke and didn’t have disability testing available. By the time I got to college I’d simply internalized the idea that I was a neurotypical kid who got stubborn when asked to do something I found pointless and boring, and that was a personality flaw to be corrected, not a symptom of something bigger. My therapist for my last few years of high school agreed, and thought I should probably learn more anger management techniques. Although it turns out you can’t breathing-exercise your way out of undiagnosed ADHD. 
In any case, here in 2023, there’s no solution or tidy resolution or anything to be done about it, it just is what it is: a sheaf of paper from the late 90s about a smart fuckup who could have used a hand. I’m here now, alive and employed and medicated and a homeowner, so it’s a bunch of numbers that don’t mean anything. I’ll scan them into my digital archive, then toss the paper and never look at the archive again, probably. 
Achievement not up to ability. Boy, no kidding. 
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confessions-official · 2 months
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I, the person behind @reading-comp-posting, sometimes read practice English tests (mostly AP English lang and lit) to get in the mood to do my gimmick
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