second grade,

Aubrey Lee

My dear friend, Aubrey Lee passed away on April 14, 2017. She committed suicide by swallowing 3,200 milligrams of Tylenol. 

I knew Aubrey for a very long time, and we became friends in second grade. Through out Elementary school through high school, she was bullied, relentlessly. When she was in eighth grade, she survived sexual assault, and was harassed by her peers for telling them. She always acted strong and indifferent, but I could tell it was already killing her inside. Despite her struggles and trauma, she always protected me from my tormentors and gave her unconditional support to me through out my adolescence. She was always there for me and more, through any situation, she was there. She was brilliant. There were days were we be talking and hanging out, and she would just tell me the most incredible things. I was always strastruck by what she was thinking, it was truly brilliant.  She was brave, brilliant, clever, ineffably strong, silly, funny, attentive, beautiful, motherly, and loyal. 

But she was sad. She was so, so sad. She was angry by how she’s was treated, she was afraid of the challenges she would face tomorrow, and most of all, I think she was disappointed. She wanted more out of life than dealing with bullies and trauma. She deserved so much more. She wanted to be a model, a guitarist in a band, and a mechanical engineer along with so many other things. It felt like every week she wanted to be something new, and she was bursting with passion and hope. She was so bright, but they kept bringing her down and down. Until that Friday finally broke her, and God, I would give anything to have prevented all of this. Every night I stay awake, paralyzed with shock and depression, and wishing so hard that I could’ve killed myself and all my luck and success would’ve transferred to her. But I can’t change that now.

Aubrey was the owner of a blog called “adult-stims”. She wanted to start the blog to change the stigma surrounding more “dark” stims. Aubrey had a lot of opinions, and I love that she fearlessly posted them. She was probably the most open-minded person I know, and even the most controversial things she said had me thinking twice. Unfortunately, because of Tumblr’s culture, she got slammed for a lot of her thoughts. She meant no harm. I wish people would’ve spoke less and listened more to her. But they didn’t. And now she’s gone.

Aubrey loved music, and was learning to play the guitar. I remember hanging out with her at her room, and we laughed as she desperately tried to play that shiny bass like she wanted to. Aubrey liked art and nature, animals, goth style, cultural studies, engineering, working, traveling, horror, and learning. God, she was always learning. 

In honor of her memory, my blog will be turned red, her favorite color, and all stimboards and original content will be postponed. Rest in Peace, Aubrey Lee. You put the stars in the sky, and the gears in my mind. I hope you live forever among the stars.
This Second Grade Class Made The Cutest Survey And People Around The World Are Taking It
Pizza or soup?
By Julia Reinstein

The survey comes from Kara Porter’s second grade class at North Vermillion Elementary School in Cayuga, Indiana.

Porter told BuzzFeed News every student contributed one question, and the school secretary posted it on Facebook Tuesday morning so they could gather responses.

“We were just thinking local — people that we know, people that our parents know,” Porter said.

Instead, the survey went ridiculously viral, with people taking the survey in Finland, Tasmania, South Africa, and beyond.

As of Wednesday afternoon, the survey has more than 230,000 responses.

I just keep thinking about how Connor was showing symptoms of needing help in the second grade. This kid went at least ten years struggling and not getting help. I’d hate my family too. I’d resort to recreational solutions too. I’d refuse to trust anyone too. I’d take drastic measures too.

Students throughout Boston are getting a radically different view of the world, one laminated 24-by-36-inch sheet of paper at a time.

Beginning last Thursday, Boston Public Schools administrators have been sending social studies teachers in the second, seventh and 11th grades new maps for their classrooms — depictions that more accurately portray the sizes of Earth’s continents.

When many people picture a map of the world, what they’re probably thinking of is a Mercator projection, a representation that despite its apparent distortions has been around more than 400 years. It’s that map that hangs in most classrooms throughout the U.S., including those in Boston.

Boston Students Get A Glimpse Of A Whole New World, With Different Maps

Image by Joseph Amditis/Flickr

A Teacher (and her Students) Needs Your Help!

Hello! My name is Merin, and I am currently a 2nd Grade teacher in a suburb outside St. Louis, Missouri. I am new to second grade, and as such, have found myself with a bit of a problem: I don’t have nearly enough books for my kiddos to read!

My school district is making a huge push to get kids reading on level, and one of the ways we are asked to do this is to provide lots and lots of books (in some cases, up to 12 per student) that are on their current reading level. The issue is that my classroom library does not have nearly enough books on my students’ reading levels to meet their needs.

I am in desperate need of books for them, and am asking for your help. I have put together a Wishlist on Amazon with a bunch of leveled books (more to come - I am still building the list). I am hoping that - should you have $4 or so to spare - you might be willing to purchase something off the list to help my kiddos (and me!) out. And if you can’t spare any money, even a reblog would be very much appreciated!

The Wishlist is HERE on Amazon - maybe take a look and see if there’s something you can purchase? My kiddos would most definitely appreciate it! ♥

(Any questions/comments/etc. can be directed to my Askbox - I’m happy to talk with you!)

I’m going to preface this by saying that I don’t know exactly where a conventionally schooled child’s knowledge would lay at this point.  What I do know is this:  At 7 years old, two thirds of the way through second grade, M can

  • add and subtract 3 digit numbers
  • multiply and divide by single digit numbers
  • read word problems, infer the correct equation and solve the problem
  • write fluently in both cursive and manuscript
  • read 30-40 pages at a time of 3rd grade level chapter books
  • spell polysyllabic words correctly through use of phonograms and spelling rules (not rote memorization of sight words)
  • identify nouns, pronouns, verbs, adverbs, adjectives, conjunctions and articles
  • name and locate on a blank map the continents, oceans, 50 states, and the countries and seas of the middle east 
  • tell the stories of the Pilgrims, the Sumerians, and the Ancient Egyptians
  • use instruments to accurately measure distance in metric and imperial
  • explain the phases of the water cycle
  • identify and give elementary explanations of natural phenomena such as tectonic plates, volcanoes, earthquakes, etc
  • use watercolor, pastels, oil pastels, etc, to create 3 dimensional pictures in 2 dimensional mediums
  • comfortably give oral presentations of topics he has studied in front of large groups of people

Again, I don’t know what would be expected of him in conventional school.  But I find myself feeling a little indignant when I read statements that homeschooled kids are receiving an inferior education.  I’m proud of all that he has accomplished, and I appreciate all the time he still has to just be a kid and spend time with our family.

you know you’re on my mind

This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals. Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration. 

 Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs. 

EDIT: This WIP is now also up on AO3 here.


If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.

He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.

…which… is kind of a new feeling.

Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.

“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.

He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.

Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.

And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.

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when i was in second grade we were getting on the bus to go on a field trip when a boy from my class gets down in front of me on one knee hOLDING A RINGPOP and asks “will you marry me?” and i, being the bitchy little 8 year old that i was, said no and took the ringpop anyways

In second grade they had one of those in classroom toilets so if you farted people could hear you

I once sat in the bathroom for like thirty minutes and I guess the teacher figured out that I was reading a book in there cuz she banged on the door and forced me to come out.

She called me “princess” and let me tell you something.

I’ve always had a problem with female pronouns and names.

I got really pissed.

She then said “one day when you’re wrinkled you’ll appreciate not having to spend thirty minutes on the toilet.”

And I just blurted out “I won’t be wrinkled, I’m not white like you.”

Anyway that’s the story of how I met the vice principal and she became my hero cuz she laughed her ass off.

Going to school in a predominantly Christian area includes:

1. Rebellious fist grade club of secret Pokémon. We designed our own so that our parents wouldn’t catch on

2. “Hey, have you read Harry Potter yet?” “No, I’m not allowed to, my mom thinks it’s satanic.”

3. *singing* “Father Abraham, had many sons.”

4. Pure terror the first time one of my friends said they were not a Christian and me crying because they were going to hell.

5. I struggled to stay focused in class, so the teacher’s solution was big, clunky, embarrassing head phones that just made it worse (second grade)

6. The first time one of your friends goes “hey, wanna hear a bad word?” And you feel a sinking pit of shame in your stomach

7. “Hey, you’re smart, is ketchup a smoothie?”

8. “See you in church!” Then later, “see you in school!”

9. Veggie Tales.

10. The first time one of your friends come out to you and you have to protect them from the kid who is convinced that to turn him straight we just need to douse him in holy water and exorcise him. (Slight exaggeration, but he did think that. Also that Steven universe was shoving the gay Agenda down people’s throats)

11. You never realize how many of your friends are catholic until Friday night sleepovers during lent.

12. Talking our parents’ politics in fourth grade.

13. They take you to a church during an evacuation.

14. Your sixth grade bible study is the most lit.

15. “Oh wheeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeee is my hairbrush?” chorus response back of “oh WHEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE IS MY HAIRBRUSH!?!”

Reason // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: could I have a jungkook scenario where him and her are best friends and she’s always pointing at girls like “what about her she’s cute” or when a waitress flirts with him she’s like “hey go for it she’s into you” and jungkook is just not interested and shoves it off and he doesn’t really know why he just doesn’t find any of her suggestions attractive until one day when they’re walking in the park or wherever and she trips and lands on her face or eating something and it spills down her shirt and she’s not fazed about it at all and he’s just sweetly laughing at her clumsiness and that’s when he realizes that the reason he never thought those girls fit his standards was because they weren’t her.

words: 1616

category: fluff

author note: every time i write abt kookie i think of him as a boyfriend which is funny bc im not rlly romantically attracted to jungkook?? enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by hohbi


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Did you get married over the weekend and not tell us?

During the announcements, they announce teachers and birthdays in their classes.  Today, I had a birthday in my class, but the principal said my name as Mrs. instead of Ms.

Boy: Did you get married over the weekend?

Me: What? No, that was a mistake. He meant to say Ms. 

Girl 1: Would you tell us if you did get married over the weekend?

Me: Yes, I would tell you if I got married over the weekend.  Also, my last name would be different.

Girl 2: She can’t be married - You have to get engaged first.

Me: Well, I didn’t get engaged over the weekend, either.

Girl 1: When you do get married, do you want to marry a man with a lot of muscles or not a lot of muscles?

Me: When I get married, I want it to be to a man who treats me nicely, because that is more important than muscles or no muscles.

Girls 1 & 2: Oh.

Detention | Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Description: A bad day leads to you getting detention and getting close to the last person you’d ever thought you would.

Warnings: there’s a swear or two in there fo’sho.

Word Count: 1977

A/N: this isn’t the greatest and trying to write reggie was different but here we are. lemme know what you think. i also just added everyone from my usual tagslist bc i remembered this time. ok cool. 

Trouble wasn’t something you found yourself in often. You were the good student with the highest grades, never truant and had a reputation for being nice and polite to everyone. It was one of the reasons why everyone enjoyed your company. You were usually the nicest, friendliest and most positive person around school. There’d only been one time you’d ever gotten into trouble and that was in second grade when you’d stole Jughead’s hat off his head because you thought it was cool and put it on your own. He’d cried because you’d refused to give him it back so the teacher yelled at you, gave you a timeout and made you gave the hat back.

That was the only time in your whole sixteen years of age.

Up until today.

It had been a particularly bad morning. First the stupid alarm hadn’t gone off making you half an hour late then the moment you stepped outside mother nature decided to work against you and send a mass of rainfall. There had been no time for the bus so you’d ran all the way to school getting splashed by the passing cars on the road. By the time you got to school you were drenched, late and in the worst mood possible. Your usual happy smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you stormed into the classroom, threw your books down on the desk and sat yourself in your seat with a huff, arms crossed over your chest.

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keeping a positive mindset

keeping a positive mindset is very important not only in facing school, but in our daily lives as well. i am by no means a ball on sunshine and am actually quite the opposite but here’s how i try to keep myself positive even when things are looking pretty crap.

1. using bad grades as a motivation

bad grades are inevitable unless you’re some genius who gets all A’s all day err day. i usually take these bad grades as a motivation for myself to study harder. i mean sure it’s completely normal to be upset but use it to bounce back and get yourself in the mood to study.

2. it’s just a bad grade, it does NOT determine your future

one fail grade doesn’t mean you’re a failure, that you’re stupid. no, no, no and NO. everyone has topics or subjects they’re better at. it’s okay to fail a couple of tests but the most important thing is that you’ve put in you best effort into each test. it also doesn’t mean you’ll do badly for the rest of the year/term!! with hard work and a little help from your teacher or your friends i’m sure you’ll be able to pick yourself back up :)

3. hard work always brings results

and by this i don’t mean working hard aimlessly. i mean studying hard and ensuring you clarify what you don’t understand and then practicing to make sure it sticks in your mind. not just writing notes for the sake of writing them and then not understanding a single thing. if you are highly unconvinced about this, i am pretty much your living proof. i’d failed my secondary 3 additional math exam with the second worst grade and managed to pull myself up to a distinction during o’levels, with the help of tuition and me hardcore practicing add math and asking my tutor and friends for help along the way. ((i don’t mean to brag btw!! ><)) so yes, it is possible to improve. if you already decide that you can’t improve, you really won’t.

4. talk/rant it out

ranting or talking about it to a friend may be able to make you feel better, releasing any pent up frustrations. this honestly works for me because i am an explosive af person ((whoops)) and would always ranting about it to my friends. the worst thing you can do, in my opinion, is to swallow everything and keep everything to yourself because that’s the easiest way to a breakdown, which we would want to avoid going through.

5. remember that you aren’t alone

there will always be people struggling with their studies as well, you aren’t the only one struggling/stressed/frustrated/upset. and that’s okay. you don’t always have to have your shit together 24/7, 365 or 366 days a year. it’s okay to mope around for a while but what’s most important is that you pick yourself back up again. in fact, those who look as though they have their shit together may actually be breaking at the seams as well. so no, you aren’t alone. and it’s okay to not be okay. as cheesy as it sounds, it’s true. you can’t be perfect at everything; it’s unrealistic. 

i hope this post kinda helped and if you have any requests on what kind of masterposts i should make, don’t hesitate to drop me a message and let me know!

also, if you need to talk to someone, i’m always willing to lend a listening ear. just send me a private message, i’ll get back to you as soon as i can.

stay strong, hang in there and you can do it!! xx -alysa :)

The Math Lesson

@beautyandharm0ny, @eternallydaydreaming2015, @gladrial, @shitmysecondgraderssay - You guys will all appreciate this.

I’m teaching problem solving. 

Question 1: How many pencils are there if there are 10 pencils in a box and there are 14 boxes?

Question 2: If the principal wants 300 pencils, how many more boxes will he need?

Question 3: If he finds 7 and 4 more boxes, will he have enough pencils? Explain.

So, we are working through these together, when one of my girls raises her hand.

Student: I have a question.

Me: Sure, go ahead.

Student: How do raccoons eat trash?

Me: … Wait, what?  Let me ask you a question - Why did you ask that?  We are talking about pencils and principals… There is no mention of raccoons or trash.

Student: I was just curious about it.


brooklyn nine-nine: Amy Santiago

“Oh my God, she’s totally gonna flunk us. I haven’t gotten an F since I failed recess in second grade. ‘Teachers need a break too, Amy.”