#my school life

[skotch-meow]

Skirts are comfortable only when they are very long...

And I'm such a nerd.. 🤓☝️☝️☝️☝️.

#art #good omens #good omens 2 #eric the disposable demon #disposable demon #disposable demon eric #my school life

[wishtale-blogs]

One of the guys in my class are flirting in latin with two girls on my class’ group chat

The girls don’t want to be flirted with either.

#wish rambles #my school life #<— new tag for when I talk abt school

[angellivies13purple]

Me Right now: Watching Loki (My not so favorite character) as a tribute to my favorite teacher whose most favorite character was loki only.

She was our Sst teacher and she used to teach us very well. She used to always give us example of Loki and his story to explain and make us learn some History concepts.

For "spectre" a symbol used in french revolution, she used to say that Loki also has a spectre which shows his royal power as he is the son of Odin.

She was very nice but she is gone. She used to laugh with us, make jokes and answer our out of topic questions.

#loki #loki season 2 #loki series #loki odinson #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston loki #my school life #school #high school #homework #teacher love #teaching #education #students #schools #learning #Learning and entertainment #loki laufeyson #loki marvel #mcu loki #thor 2011 #Loki so1

[consulcato]

I didn't know what to post so I just said to myself: "Why not speak about life in Liceo Classico?" Honestly I know you guys don't care about it but hey I'm going to speak about it because I'm kinda bored so yeah 😎🤟

Let's start with a brief introduction of what is the Liceo Classico.

The Italian “Liceo Classico” is a high school major in humanities: it is possibly the only high school in the world where pupils study both Latin and Ancient Greek and it’s internationally renowned for its advanced curricula in philosophy, literature and history. The literal translation from Italian to English of “Liceo Classico” is “Classical Lyceum” but, as we anticipated above, it’s correctly translated as “humanistic secondary school” or “high school major in humanities”. The “Liceo Classico” is the oldest and most prestigious secondary school in Italy and, before 2012, was actually divided in two segments: the first two years – called "Ginnasio" or “Gymnasium” – trained the students for the second part – the real “Liceo” – which lasts three years. Now, the first two years are called "biennio" (transl. two-year period) and the last three "triennio" (transl. three-year period). Besides that, it was considered so prestigious that, up to 1969, you could not attend an Italian university of any kind if you hadn’t obtained a “Liceo Classico” diploma.

This is our week hours. The translation is:

Monday:

8.15-9.15= Italian

9.15-10.15= Science

10.25-11.15= English

11.15-12.15= Maths

12.15-13.15= Religion

Tuesday:

8.15-9.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

9.15-10.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

10.25-11.15= English

11.15-12.15= Italian

12.15-13.15= Geography and history

Wednesday:

8.15-9.15= P.E

9.15-10.15= P.E.

10.25-11.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

11.15-12.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

12.15-13.15= / (we leave school earlier)

Thursday:

8.15-9.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

9.15-10.15= English

10.25-11.15= Geography and history

11.15-12.15= Maths

12.15-13.15= /

Friday:

8.15-9.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

9.15-10.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

10.25-11.15= Geography and history

11.15-12.15= Maths

12.15-13.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

Saturday:

8.15-9.15= Latin/[Ancient] Greek

9.15-10.15= Science

10.25-11.15= Italian

11.15-12.15= Italian

12.15-13.15= /

Our school schedule is not messed up at all, actually. This is really good, considering many things. Of course, we have homework everyday and this week, for example, we had a test every day and the next days we'll have tests so yes, this is normal here. Oh, plus, not only tests, but also oral exams where our geography and history professor gives us 110 pages for the next day at 11.27 p.m. Oh, and she's a real bastard, like, she calls 8 people to her desks, does 2 questions each (things that she didn't say in class/things that aren't in the book), she continues to interrogate even when the bell of the end of the lesson rings and she gave all the people in my class a 3 (We have a 1-10 grading system, and below 6 it's a red grade, an insufficient). Like, for tomorrow, I have 130 pages plus the greek oral exam! Oh, also, today our latin-greek prof (don't get me wrong, we love her) entered our class and said "put your desks apart 😃😃" That means, there was a surprise test. Of greek. And god I went to school with 37.4 degrees of temperature (basically a fever) and pfft my mind was not working so yes 😭

These stuff that you see up here are our daily homeworks...of greek. Because yes, we have latin too for the same day!

These are the homework I had to do for today.

Ahem, so, after you cried and asked yourself why the fuck did you go to this school, you watch the clock and see it's 1 am and you think you can finally sleep, but you remember that the professor said some homework in class and she didn't put it on electronic register. With the will to live below zero, you take the enormous dictionaries.

The last step is believing that God actually exists, since you finished at 4 am and you have 2 hours to rest before waking up earlier (6 am) than the other days since you didn't understand half of the stuff that your prof will interrogate you on.

#me #school #liceo classico #italy student #my school life

[eternal-bauhinian]

HELP, MY BIOLOGY NOTES ARE STEALING TUMBLR MEMES

#my school life #me irl #my post

[nazuri]

Just felt like getting it out there for no reason at all

So today I'm in the mood to touch onto my early - meaning since 5 to 16 years old - school life. So I started at 4 going into year 0 to get me ready for first grade don't remember much from that time. I went to first grade at the ege of 5 and i was a teachers pet in all fairness. I was pretty quick to learn and pleasant to adults so they liked me and my homeroom teacher often took me on all sorts of competitions for kids like reciting for example. I don't recall a hella lot of things from that time but i know for sure i was behaving like a child should but i was one of those more sensitive ones especially when others didn't want to play with me and excluded me especially since there was 9 of us in class. Things i remember rather fondly are staring contests and one time we had a leaf fight and that was fun. Higher the grade my connections with people started to get worse i think. I knew one girl before but she went to lower grade so i only saw her on breaks and stuff and one girl in my class was always jealous of the time i spend with the other one. As for the boys I never could connect with them in any way so I never really been friends with them. As for the two girls they hated each other up to I think six grade or first of middle school and somehow connected during one schooltrip and were unseparable since. I started to be put to the side gradually but since it was a small school I just latched onto them and tried to pretend like I was a best friend with them. Of course that is a thing i realized after graduation. I tried to be on the jokes, do stuff but I was often not invited. Teachers started to favor other girls because I was more shyish and didn't talk that much. I still got best results in my class but that was 9 people so what can you expect. Gradually I started to just stick around and the older we got i was put to the side more and more. It came to me hearing about some meetings or fun stuff after the fact and I was pretty much the only one not in the circle apart from my horse girl cousin who pretty much no one liked. I kept getting forgotten in some way. I coudn't connect with them as much and for me the thing that hurt the most was the elections for like student president of school. There were three positions and the person who did the chronicle. You voted only for president, vice and money person. All girls from my class apllied and there was a whole lot of 4 of us so not much competition. I knew i wasn't getting the main two because I wasn't even interested at the time I wanted to lead the chronicle but it just hurt so much when i didn't even get one vote when even my horse girl cousin who was not liked by anyone around school apart from some primary school kids got a vote or few i can't remember exactly. But it started to cement my idea that I was becoming forgotten and pushed to the side. I tried to keep on but the last memories I got of that school are of me just sitting alone on the corridor during the long break just feeling akward as fuck because no one even wanted to include me in any conversation. My class was playing football in the gym, class below whith whom we sometimes hung out just straight up ignored me and it just felt intrusive to sit there and listen so I just walked around the school hoping I would find someone to talk to but I just couldn't find anyone who was interested so I just sat down and thought about all of this and my situation with these people. In some way I think that school left me with issues but at the same time I'm not sure. I still have problem with connecting with people and basically can't keep up a conversation with a guy because I never really did when I was younger. I have a tendency to just latch onto a person and stick to them and often not realise they don't want me there. I don't even want to hang out with them but I'm just too scared to leave because at that point the groups were already formed so I'm just scared I won't find anyone else to hang out with. So yeah that would be it for now and I think it's not all but at the moment it's all I'm willing and remembered to write.

#just me things #memories an issues #down the memory lane #my school life #just felt the need to get it out to not keep it inside so much #i also basically pretendd to like one direction for like 3-5 years so there was that #personal

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

What's the most ridiculous rule your school had/has?

I'll go first. We have to ask for permission to drink water, from our water bottles, and 99.9% of time they laugh at you and say 'no.' So, you have to just awkwardly put your water bottle down and try to ignore how your throat feels like the Sahara Desert.

#ridiculous school rules #rules #school #my school life

[f1oweringstar]

“I don’t know what you’re going to say, and I..don’t care.”

-My science teacher

#trying to get through school #chaos #school #my school life

[mangozic]

archivist be upon ye

#relistening to tma again #i think the last time i’ve drawn anything related to it was like may 2020 #god it’s been a while #have been listening to the magnus protocol and my god it’s so good #but heres good old jonathan as a treat #the interest has been in deep slumber for the past 4/5 years only periodically coming back to life #i’m very normal about this podcast actually #on other note i also started a taz balance relisten #what’s up with me and revisiting my middle school fixations lately #anyways #if you’re still reading these tags i’m impressed i could never with my abysmal attention span #tma #the magnus archives #the magnus pod #jonathan sims #the archivist #tma jon #fanart #my art #digital art #illustration #doodle

[trashmakerarticle]

Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.

Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?

Dick: obviously it’s me?

Tim: it’s dick

Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.

Bruce: it’s Jason

Everyone: WHAT?!?!???

Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week

*everyone looks at dick*

Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school

*everyone looks at tim*

Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him

*everyone looks at Damian*

Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy

Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away

Bruce: my precious little boy

#jason todd #Bruce Wayne #dick Grayson #Damian Wayne #tim Drake #clark kent #Batman #alfred pennyworth #Bruce: he my little baby #jason: I’m 6’2 and have the ability to kill you if I wanted #Bruce: my baby my little son #jason: GOD YOURE SO EMBARRASSING DAD #jason was probably the most behaved child before he went boom boom and I stand by that #he enjoyed school #most likey hated it when he missed it #and he loves classic literature??? #bros a huge nerd #yea dick is all smiles but probably gave Bruce’s near death heart attacks everytime he swung from chandeliers and rooftops #jason just wanted to live his life in the library reading his fav books and homework

[anna-scribbles]

last one i promise(<—lie)

#let’s as a society think more about why adrien wanted to go to school #and what. perhaps. he thought school was #i think the way chloe describes it she really is just a beautiful rich girl with too much time on her hands #and no one at school is treating her accordingly. #abby got so mad at me today because she thinks it’s too cringe that i keep taking about adrien liking ohshc #which is like. how are you gonna know me my whole life and then be disappointed when i’m cringe. #i’ve never hidden who i am. it’s cringe all the way down #anyway #ml #my art #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #ohshc #wait i am gonna tag this thirteen actually. just go with me #thirteen

[skotch-meow]

I've been reading prayers all day today from a booklet that was lying next to the trash. And I also spent all the money on a poster for Good Omens, so now my friend provides for me.

#art #good omens #good omens 2 #muriel good omens #muriel #disposable demon #disposable duo #disposable demon eric #eric the disposable demon #muric #ineffable minions #ineffable lackeys #ineffable interns #ineffable underlings #ineffable juniors #ineffable subordinates #disposable scrivener #sos// #my school life

[wishtale-blogs]

Oh yeah,

Here’s what I’m working on in art class

(I don’t wanna finish it-😭😭)

#wish rambles #wish’s art #my school life

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[eternal-bauhinian]

I am still in disbelief.

#me irl rn #me irl #my post #my school life

[ispyspookymansion]

girard

#if i went to her school well #i would simply have been her bestie. her girlfriend even. #kora.txt #sorry for carrieposting. no im not #EDIT: FOR EVERY STUPID REPLYNON THIS THAT ISNT REPLYING TO ME BUT CLOGS MY NOTES ONLY I KILL A HOSTAGE. I WILL END YOUR LIFE TOO. FUCK.