“Life is like tetris. Your accomplishments disappear and your mistakes add up.”
I COULD NOT DISAGREE MORE. This is false in so many ways.
Would you say that Thomas Edison was a success and has changed the world? Probably yes. Does it matter that he needed countless attempts to invent the light bulb?
Same point different reference: “I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life.” - Michael Jordan, the greatest basketball player of all times
Who do you admire more: the one who just triumphs or the one who struggles, makes mistakes, suffers but keeps fighting and eventually triumphs?
Have you ever regretted risking something for the chance of achieving anything remarkable? If only your mistakes would count you would never dare to risk anything. All you would care about is avoiding possible failure.
This quote is completely wrong.
Apart of this, I believe that this is a horrible way of seeing life. This is the opposite of an entrepreneurial mindset. Following this idea you would never try anything new, never explore frontiers, never leave your comfort zone, etc.
If you understand life this way I recommend to stay in bed and just do nothing.
One more thought:
If life would work like an ancient video game… … you had several attempts/lives … you had to work with everything they through at you … and the score would be everything that counts.
I teach 29 classes a week, all of which need to be planned and graded.
Additionally, my hobbies include writing curriculum and writing about teaching. For real.
And, every year, there are some students who just sort of live here with me. All of you coaches and drama teachers and journalism advisers and choir directors know what I mean. There are some students you just see more often than you see your own partners, friends, and family. These students eventually become part of the classroom. Like the desks and the whiteboards they are always there. They eat lunch there. They charge their phones there. They meet their friends there.
On Friday night, at 5:15, there was a handful of students hanging around with me, waiting for rides to some place where presumably another adult occasionally feeds them or gives them advice.
I talk to these kids about their schoolwork, not just in my class, but in all of their classes. I help them solve for x; I explain to them the law of supply and demand.
I advise these students on their love lives. I exhort them: be strong, independent women and men! If someone wants to know where you are every minute, find someone else. Wear what you want. Tell the truth.
We argue about sports. For the last time, LeBron James is NOT the greatest basketball player of all time. And no, Tom Brady is NOT overrated.
And I teach them about nutrition and tattoo care and hidden checking account fees.
We share snacks.
We exchange song suggestions.
We laugh a lot.
But we are not friends.
It is still my job to grade them. It is still my job to push them. It is still my job to make them toe the line.
And I do not need to know how they party and where they party and with whom. I do not need to know who they love and who they hate and who they wish they knew better.
Because proximity may engender rapport, but I am still at work. And I tell them this all the time.
“I love you!” I shout. “But I am not your friend.” And sometimes, “I cannot pass you just because I love you! Get to work.”
There is a line between affection and friendship and one of the hardest aspects of being a teacher is having to draw that line every day.
But we do it. Because, after all, we all have to live here together. And I think the students respect us more in the end for being firm.
It was the day of the big game. I woke up in my bed like I did every morning, but something was different about today. I slid my hand over to the other side of the bed and found it empty. I had forgotten that Ashton had gone home around midnight last night, and I had only been up for 10 minutes, but I already missed him terribly. His touch. His voice. I have to get to school. I lazily threw on my jersey (Because that’s what we wear on game days) and ran up the stairs. The sooner I made it to school, the sooner I would get to see Ashton. My mom had already left for work so I quickly locked the door and got in my car. The 10 minute ride to school was consumed with thoughts of Ashton and me and what we did last night. I got butterflies just thinking about it. About him. I didn’t have any classes with Ash until 5th period so this was going to be a long day.
“Oh look who it is.” I heard the voice of Zayn behind me and I was tempted not to turn around. “You ready for the big rivalry game today, y/n?” he said with a smirk. He has something planned, I know it.
“Look Zayn, if I didn’t make it clear yesterday, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I don’t even want to look at you so why don’t you just leave me alone.” I was fed up with all his shit and it was about time he knew it. Now that I was less afraid of the jocks, everything was easier. Zayn hadn’t talked to me the rest of the day, and now I finally got to Spanish class. I am usually one of the first ones in class so I took my usual seat next to the window. I patiently waited for Ashton to walk in, but he didn’t. The bell rang and class had begun. After yesterday, not knowing where Ashton was really freaked me out. What if he was getting beat up again? I asked Ms. Diaz if I could go to the bathroom so I could call Ashton.
“Hello?” I jumped when I heard his voice on the other line.
“Ash? Hey where are you?” I was a little less worried since he answered his phone. Well he isn’t dead.
“I stayed home t-today. I d-didn’t want people asking me about the b-black eye.” Oh. I understood that, but I really wanted to see him.
“What about the game?” I asked losing hope that he would even come.
“I’m still g-going to meet you there. Don’t worry.” I could hear his smile in his voice.
“I was really looking forward to seeing you in class today.” I whined.
“I know baby, I wanted t-to see you too, b-but I just d-don’t want all the questions.” He sounded a little sad and I felt for him. I didn’t have anything to hide at school today except to the monster hickey he left on my neck.
“Ok well I will see you tonight and don’t forget!” I warned.
“I won’t. I p-promise. Bye love.” He whispered into the phone.
*2 Hours Pass*
The school bell just rang and I had 3 hours till I had to be back for warm ups. I thought I would run over to Ashton’s and see if he wanted to hang out before the game. Please be home, Please be home. I knocked on his front door and a lady answered.
“Can I help you?” she wondered.
“Yes, I’m looking for Ashton? Is he here?” I was trying to sound as sweet as possible.
“Of course dear, come on it. His room is right down that hallway to your left.” I quietly thanked her and walked over to Ashton’s room. I knocked on the door and heard a quiet shuffle. The door swung open and there stood a half-naked Ashton Irwin.
“Y/n?!” he smiled.
“Hey Ash!” I placed a quick kiss on his lips and walked past him into his room.
“What are you doing here?” he inquired.
“I couldn’t wait till after the game to see you.” I was probably blushing a ton. He walked over to me and sat on the bed.
“Is that your way of saying you missed me?” he was getting cocky again, and it still had the same effect as yesterday. My subconscious started to miss the feeling of him on top of me. I hadn’t realized I was staring until he leaned in and kissed my lips. He went to pull back but I didn’t allow it. I pulled him closer to my body and his hands started to roam.
“I love your body. Your curves, your bum, your legs…especially your legs.” He grinned and I was blushing profusely at his comment. His words were turning me on even more than before. We kissed for a while before he reached down to pull down my yoga pants.
“No. Your mom is right down the hall.” I whispered.
“She won’t come in, I locked the door.” He said with a grin.
“Sneaky sneaky.” I teased. I quickly slid my body out from under him and straddled his lap. I snaked my body down lower and lower until my head was at the same level as his sweat pants. I could see the growing bulge beneath the material so I slowly ran my hand over it a few times to get him all worked up. Honestly, foreplay was my favorite part. Having someone writhing underneath your body, begging for your touch has got to be one of the sexiest things. I could feel his hips begin to lift off the bed trying to get me to take of his sweats. I showed him some mercy and pulled them down along with his boxers releasing his fully erect member. He went to take off my clothes, but I quickly stopped him.
“This is all about you baby.” I said in a low seductive tone. His eyes seemed to have rolled back in his skull when I said this. I took him in my hands and slowly began to work his shaft. He was trying so hard to be quiet and his face was contorted in concentration. He opened his mouth to speak and before he could get a word out, my mouth was around his tip. I took in as much as I could and used my hand to work the rest. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and I was surprised when he reached down and grabbed my hair. I didn’t think he was one to take control of my movements, but I do have to say I found it extremely arousing. His breathing was becoming shallow as I hollowed out my cheeks taking more of him in. I could feel his abdominal muscles begin to contract and I knew he was almost finished. My name left his lips as he came in my mouth.
“Oh my g-god, that was amazing.” His head had fallen back onto his pillow and he was still breathing hard. I can’t even comprehend how sexy he just was. I looked at my phone and realized I still had an hour and a half left till I had to be at the gym. Ashton quickly pulled on a pair of clean boxers and ran back to cuddle with me until I had to leave. A few moments passed and I wasn’t saying much. “What’s wrong baby?” he sounded concerned.
“I’m just nervous about the game.” I really was scared. I was scared the team was going to hate me for telling off Zayn yesterday and today, and I was scared they wouldn’t accept Ashton or me.
“Don’t be babe. You are probably one of the greatest basketball players at our school.” He assured me. “Plus, I will be there cheering for you no matter what happens.” I held his arms tighter as we talked until I had to leave for the game.
*The Last Quarter of the Game*
There was 52 seconds left in the game. We were down one point and the other team had the ball. We were playing full court defense, but I was sent back to protect the basket. They had a fast break and the girl was coming right at me. I stood my ground and fell back to the ground and the referee blew his whistle. There were only two things he can call: a blocking foul on me where the other team gets to shoot a free throw or a charge on the other girl for knocking me down while I wasn’t moving where we would get the ball. He made the charge hand motion and the entire crowd roared. I inbounded the ball to our point guard and ran as fast as I could down the court. The clock was at 9 seconds and I knew someone had to take the shot. Before I knew it, I had the ball in my hands. I was at the top of the key and I looked over to the stands and saw Ashton smiling at me. With 2.7 seconds left I released the ball. The buzzer rang and the crowd was flooding the court. I had just won our biggest rivalry game. The entire team surrounded me, hugging me and screaming, but then I turned around looking for Ashton in the masses. I finally caught a glimpse of him over near the basket and I ran up to him jumping into his arms. He spun me around and I could feel the looks my friends were giving me, but I didn’t care. I took Ashton’s face in my hands and gave him a long, deep kiss.
“What was that f-for?” he questioned.
“For being here when I needed you.” I smiled.
“I will always be here for you.” He was absolutely perfect and he was all mine, and now everyone knew it too.
Ok this is the last part of Nerd Ash! But you can still message me and request One shots! :)
Michael Jordan, NBA legend. He has received 5 MVP awards, 10 All-NBA First Team designations, 9
All-Defensive First Team honors, 14 NBA All-Star Game appearances, 3
All-Star Game MVP awards, 10 scoring & 3 steals titles, 6 NBA Finals
MVP awards, & the NBA Defensive Player of the Year Award. ESPN
named him the greatest North American athlete of the 20th century. One
of the most marketed athletes, he popularized the NBA worldwide. The NBA
dubbed him “the greatest basketball player of all time.”