learning labs

my mom has a friend who has a failed program-service dog and he’s literally my favorite creature

He’s a really smart lab, he learned all the commands, but he just has an affinity for doing them whenever he wants

So this lady’s dog literally turns on-off lights, opens doors, opens the fridge, etc… at his own wishes.

Her house looks like its baby-proofed, with kid safe locks on everything and stuff, but really she just has a dog that’s learned all the mobility service dog commands but has a mind of his own.

50 Reasons Why You Should Study

Need motivation?

  1. To get an education. 
  2. To earn a degree. There are barely any jobs that offer positions to people without a degree, or are on the path of obtaining one.
  3. To prove people wrong. That science teacher that said you’ll never make it in the medical field? Make him eat his words. 
  4. To prove yourself wrong. Every student has doubts on whether or not they can be good enough in the classroom. Prove yourself wrong, and always be better than you were yesterday. 
  5. This is a privilege. Regardless of how much you believe that you HAVE to do this, to some extend you don’t. Realize that you have the privilege of an education even being an option for you.
  6. Take advantage of what you’re capable of. Don’t waste a perfectly intelligent mind. 
  7. More money. That degree can do wonderful things to your bank account in the future. 
  8. It’s interesting. Studying can get pretty boring, but there are always those topics that spark your curiosity and motivate you to learn more.
  9. It’s attractive. Not everyone cares for someone who is academically gifted, but a partner who is eager to learn makes me eager to take my pants off.
  10. It’s useful. That random fact that you read in a random textbook can stick with you and really end up helping you out one day.
  11. It’s fun to know useless shit sometimes.
  12. To make your parents proud. This is one of the main reasons I study. My parents have always been aware of my capabilities and have pushed me to be academically better every year. They know I have big dreams, and I just want to achieve them so they can know that their child made it.
  13. To make myself proud. This goes along with number four. Knowing that you accomplished something, however small or big the thing may be, is a huge self-esteem booster.
  14. To be independent. There’s nothing quite like knowing that you don’t need someone else’s job, degree, intelligence, or presence to make you successful.
  15. To pursue your passion. 
  16. To gain knowledge. Whether its in your field, or a completely different one, being knowledgeable is just downright fun.
  17. People will look up to you. Your siblings, your best friends, and your classmates may see you consistently studying, and it could motivate them to do the same. 
  18. To make a name for yourself. “Oh yeah, (insert name here), I know them. Aren’t they like really successful now?”
  19. To become your own role model.
  20. To be able to pay off your student loans.
  21. Because the long nights and excessive coffee will all be worth it. Even if it doesn’t seem like it now. 
  22. To exercise your brain. Your brain is just like a muscle, and like the body it needs to be exercised. 
  23. To improve your hippocampus. Your hippocamus is responsible for memory, and if you study your memorization will become significantly better.
  24. To not waste time doing useless stuff. 
  25. Because stationary is amazing. I could spend a whole paycheck on just pens.
  26. Because notes are actually all so pretty. 
  27. To be productive. I used to spend a lot of time on social media, and although I still do, the amount of time I spend studying and getting stuff done has definitely increased.
  28. So classes will be easier. 
  29. So tests will be easier.
  30. To impress your professors. Get those letters of recommendation! 
  31. So the anxiety of getting a bad grade is sufficiently decreased. I constantly worry about my grades, but studying has helped me not worry so much.
  32. Because coffee exists. 
  33. There is no other atmosphere quite like the inside of a library. 
  34. So you won’t have to retake a class. Failing a prerequisite for your major really sucks, so maybe try not failing the first time around. This also saves you a lot of money because you won’t have to pay for the class again. 
  35. Finals week won’t suck as bad. You’ll be used to studying so when finals week comes around it wont nearly be as stressful as for those students who are now opening a textbook. 
  36. You won’t go to as many college parties. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for socializing and having fun, but a lot can go wrong at a college party very quickly. And there’s no better way to prevent that, than just not going to the party cause you’re reading your economics textbook. 
  37. You’ll get used to FOMO. Fear of Missing Out. Every teenagers nightmare. Eventually, you’ll get used to the feeling. 
  38. You’ll be getting the most out of your college experience. You’re paying for these classes. Might as well try your best to pass. 
  39. You’ll get used to not getting enough sleep. So, if you decide to go to grad school you’ll have that department covered. 
  40. There’s really good study music out there. 
  41. I guarantee there will be at least 5 places on campus, or around you that are perfect for studying, and you’ll want to go there everyday. 
  42. You’ll become a pro at writing essays, or lab reports.
  43. You’ll learn fairly quickly that study groups rarely work. 
  44. You’ll make a lot of friends that are just as passionate about studying as you are. And you will cherish them. 
  45. Beauty and Brains. Don’t you want to fit that description? 
  46. Thousands of students before you have done it, so you can too. 
  47. You can run a studyblr. Aren’t they the cutest? 
  48. You get really good at time management. 
  49. Sleep becomes 5x more satisfactory after a night of studying.
  50. Because you want to. There’s no better motivation for studying, than the motivation that comes from within. 
ID #49393

Name: Nora
Age: 20
Country: Barcelona, Spain

Hi!!
I’m Nora, I’m looking for a pen pal because I want to improve my English, I’m from Barcelona, so I can help you with Spanish or Catalan, one day even show you the city, It’s a really nice place! I think meet people around the world is a really good experience for the both of us (Well, for everyone).
This year I’ll study to work on a lab, but I’ve studied art and I love to paint. I’m working on a bakery, weekends only.
I really like bikes (I go everywhere with it), well, until I have a car. I watch anime, but I’m not a huge fan of it.
Anyways, l hope we get along!!
 
Preferences:  Someone around my age would be fine. +19?

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April 25 2017: Hidden school life hack?

I take multiple utensils from the dining hall cafes whenever I get the chance because that’s my tuition paying for those plastic things so I’m gonna take those instead of buying my own packs lellllo. 

A little while ago I submitted an art piece to the UCLA Art in the Union art contest. Today I went to the Kerckhoff Art Gallery (the on-campus arts center) and saw the piece up for display!!! It was so much smaller than all the other pieces omg I thought it was huge while I was painting it.

I also went to the gym but now I’m tired and I have two lab reports to do and two midterms to study for but my lab partner is nOT HELPING ME WITH THE LAB REPORTS so I am drowning. Omg I always end these posts on a bad notes so as a change I’ll end it by mentioning that I have a birthday gift all planned out for study buddy and I am so excited to surprise him next week!!!eeek

Ellee

anonymous asked:

P.E. CLASS WITH PETER AND HIM WATCHING YOU AND NOT PAYING ATTENTION AND GETTING HIT IN THE FACE WITH A DOODGEBALL AND HES EMBARRASSED BUT HE SEES YOU LAUGHING AND HE KINDA SMILES EVEN THOUGH THIS BOI HAS A NOSEBLEES -THE KINKY ANON

AHHHH THIS WOULD BE SO CUTE i should be doing my chem prelab and yet

you heard a loud smack! echo throughout the gym. pausing in your spot, you scanned the room on autopilot, as did everyone else after hearing the sound. you saw peter parker standing there, rubbing his nose, and when he turned you could make out a red mark, presumably from where a dodgeball had made contact.

you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, making eye contact with peter right as it happened. he looked shocked, his eyes wide and his nose starting to drip blood. it sobered you up a little, your smile starting to waver, but then peter smiled widely, ducking his head sheepishly.

you bit back a wider smile, looking away from him and wondering why your cheeks were suddenly feeling so hot to the touch.

New things are really hard for autistic people. Specifically doing new things. Like if I go to a different grocery store, the layout is different and checkout is different and everything is hard. Taking in all the new information is overwhelming, and figuring out a new system to do things takes a lot of effort. The whole trip takes a lot of spoons.

This is coming from someone who loves learning things, and learns new information really easily. But there’s a difference between, say, learning a new lab procedure in a class, and learning a new system for a new grocery store on the fly. For the former, you’re walked through it. There’s an instruction manual, and you’re not expected to do as well as you would if you had learned it previously. With the latter, there’s no instructions, or finding and interpreting the instructions still takes some doing. And figuring it out isn’t expected to be at all difficult, or take any energy.

And sure, if you go to a grocery store there are going to be a lot of similarities to other grocery stores to help you figure it out. But the differences, to an autistic person, are still huge. And they make things significantly harder to get through and can really impact the person’s ability to do things. This is one reason why routines are so important to an autistic person - not only are they comforting and efficient, but they save massive amounts of energy and allow the person to do so much more with the rest of their time.

(this is probably why I’ve been going through severe burnout this week. Public transportation is exhausting and I’ve been using it a lot lately)

Okay so I’m not done with this and legitimately when I have time this summer in the season break, will probably end up writing some Savitar fic and will probably make it coldflash if I do.

With regard to all the hotshots out there bragging about how they use the conventional standard 9.80665 m/s2 instead of 9.8 m/sfor the gravitational acceleration constant g…

That number does not take into account effects such as buoyancy and drag, nor does it account for altitude. I’m also pretty certain that most people who are bragging about this aren’t doing work that requires that much precision, so it’s not helping much of anything. Your general physics homework most likely only gives you, what, maybe 3 or 4 significant figures for the data you’re using in your calculations? Not 6. If your teacher only gives you 9.81 m/s2 and you use a more precise value, chances are, you’re going to get the same rounded answer anyway. You’re just doing more work by writing out extra digits, really.

(And it kinda makes you look like a pretentious asshole.)

In my limited undergraduate experience, chemists seem to be the true hard-asses when it comes to using the correct amount of significant figures, with the obvious exception of the professor for my upper-level physics labs. I learned to appreciate the beauty (albeit, pain in the ass) of propagating uncertainty during the grueling double-lab experience of analytical chemistry. For example, reporting a result that claims 0.00002% error when the error is actually 2% is not just wrong, but it is dishonest in how misleading it is. Which is a big deal in academia.

I’m not saying this to put those people down. On the contrary; I sometimes end up using very precise data in my QM homework problems for the simple reason that my professor or textbook didn’t provide those numbers so I had to look them up. And I can’t just cut off digits for convenience or what have you. I have to use the number I found and cite it (the citation being the most important step, here).

All I’m saying is, the point of that post was to jab people who grossly approximate to the point of missing actually important details within the precise standardized value. For plenty of purposes, 6 digits of precision are more than is necessary to the point of some extra digits becoming meaningless periphery. But 1 digit of precision, with the exception of its utility for quick back-of-the-envelope approximations, in most cases, is definitely not enough.

Rather than bragging about how many sig figs we use, I propose we brag about using the actually appropriate number of sig figs. Let’s be rigorously clear about the true precision of our work! Yeah!

Third year reflections

I’m officially in my last year of medical school - I can’t believe how quickly time has flown.

Third year was an emotional time for me. It had some of the highest highs and the lowest lows so far. A list of the best and worst moments from each rotation:

  • Psychiatry
    •  Best: A patient wrote a poem about his struggles between darkness & light, and gave me a copy (which is still on my wall).
    • Worst: Realizing that my own mental health problems weren’t going anywhere.
  • Neurology
    • Best: Doing a full H&P & presenting to an attending on my own for the first time.
    • Worst: Watching an attending I admired ignore the visibly overwhelmed and upset parent of a patient, without being able to do anything myself.
  • Pediatrics
    • Best: Learning the newborn exam, and actually auscultating a murmur on a baby.
    • Worst: Learning that the lab lost a precious sample of CSF from a tiny premature baby who was seizing - and lied about it - despite my calling every day for a week.
  • Ob/gyn
    • Best: Being trusted enough by my senior to be sent to the peds ED to do an H&P on my own; once there, being recognized by both the ED attending & peds resident, both of whom told me to do my interview and let them know what I found, since they trusted me to get the info they needed too.
    • Worst: Being yelled at for not knowing how a clinic worked on my first day there. Also having to call residents Dr. __ for literally the only time all year. Also having to stay 2 hours for morning conference after doing overnights. 
  • Surgery
    • Best: That moment, for the first time all year, when I finally started to feel competent - I knew my patients, I was in charge of their care, they knew me & trusted me, and my team trusted me too.
    • Worst: I don’t even know where to begin. Having things thrown at me in the OR. Being awake & in the hospital for 34 of 36 straight hours. Getting yelled at by 6 nurses at once for doing what the attending asked me to do in the middle of a code. Seeing my first patient die. Seeing my second patient die. After both deaths, having no acknowledgement of what happened, and just being told to get back to updating the lab lists. The overwhelmingly prevalent sentiment that your worth as a human being is dependent solely on your position in the hierarchy.
  • Medicine
    • Best: My attending calling me the best intern he’d ever had. My patient having her husband bake bread & bring me a loaf.
    • Worst: Having one of my patients transferred to the ICU and not going to see him before he died - something I regret, and won’t ever let happen again. 

I’ve learned a lot. I know how to manage COPD and CHF and asthma. I know how to draw blood and do ABGs and place NG tubes. I know the names of maybe a third of the residents and a third of the nurses, and I’m working on learning more. I know how to talk to patients from all walks of life and take care of them at their most vulnerable. I have plenty more to learn, but for now - that’s enough.

Tomorrow around 20 of my 8th graders are going to go back to their teacher from last year so that she can teach them U.S. History because we’ve got such a large bunch that they’re hiring another teacher. Today two of them cried because they were really excited to have me as a teacher this year. Breaks my dang heart, y’all. And there’s nothing I can do about it. 

A year ago my mother mentioned in passing that she miscarried 4 times before my brother was born.

I didn’t know I could grieve over someone I never knew.

But I had always said my mother was born to be a mother, nurture was in her instinct. She was strong enough to keep trying.

In 7th grade art class the girls at my table talk about what they want to name their children.
When they ask me, I say I don’t want kids.

What I didn’t know was that I still wanted the option.

I’m getting dressed for PE freshman year of high school.
We are about to go for a run and it’s cold outside.
I offered the girl next to me my jacket, because she didn’t have one.
She told me, “You’re like a mother.”
When I asked why, she said it was because I always wanted what was best for people.

Class is about to begin. A toddler is sitting behind my teachers desk. “Why is there a kid here?” I ask. The boy across from me responds, “What, do you not like kids?”

I’m sitting on the couch with my boyfriend and he asks what I think our children will look like.
I tell him we should adopt.
He asks why.

I’m waiting for the concert to begin, it’s 9pm and I’m at a music festival with people I only half know.
I text my friend seeing where he wanted to meet up, but he never responded.
The next day when I asked him why, he said “I was high, and you’re like family I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

First period honors biology, we are learning about genetics.
My lab partner and I are combining our traits to see what our “children” would look like.
What I learned that class is that you can love something that can’t exist.

My doctor gives me my test results back.
I go home and read articles written by women who have the same mutation and have recently miscarried.
I scroll through forums I read statistics.
They are all saying the same thing: you can’t.

I will let my nieces and nephews sleep at my apartment when they are mad at my brother.
I will pick up my friend’s kids from school and buy them that overpriced toy for Christmas.


I’ll love who I can, whenever I can.
Because that’s all I can do.

—  on being 16 and knowing I can’t have children
Midtown High School~One-shot (Peter Parker)

A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES, and will have a new fic out everyday for a while to make up for all that time I didn’t write

Summary: You attend Midtown High School to keep an eye on the new recruit for your father. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Word Count: 1685

Warnings: Swearing

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Originally posted by tom-holla

I met Peter Parker because my dad asked me to watch the new recruit while he was at school. I had been homeschooled my whole life due to the fact that I could probably learn more in the lab at the Avengers tower, than I could in any science classroom. However when Peter was recruited, I was asked to make sure he stayed out of trouble. This wasn’t something I wanted to do, I mean who the hell would want to go to a high school when you could just take online courses in bed? I fought against it, but there didn’t seem to be any chance of getting out of this.

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anonymous asked:

Are you ok?

Yes hi I am okay! Sorry if I worried anyone!

I started college last week, and its been stressful! A full course load is 6 classes. I am taking 9 classes (yes, they are all required and I need them all to take the second semester classes), two of which meet twice a week. So I’ve got 11 classes a week and have to get up at 4:30 or 5 am to get to school on time, which has admittedly knocked me on my ass a bit.

(Seriously. On Friday I went to bed at 6:30 pm and slept for 13 hours. I only got up bc I had to pee.)

That, plus the fact that I can only work weekends now and so am saying yes to every weekend shift I get, plus homework, plus I might be moving out for a bit soon and need to find a place near my school looking for roommates, means I’m gonna be a little scattered on here and this may just be more of a weekend blog for awhile. But don’t worry my friend! I’m busy, but it’s a good kind of busy where I’m doing what I love 💛