Help! Do you ever have days where you don't want to write or revise but you know you should? What do you do to get through them?
Okay, so this is a thing that happens. Maybe not to everyone, but it happens to me, and when it does it is almost always for one of two reasons. Each of these reasons has a slightly different solution (there is also a third reason, which we may get into in a minute, but it’s more of a crisis than a reason, so mileage may vary).
Reason number one is, I’m easily distracted and full of thoughts and kind of lazy. So if I’m being that, there is only one solution and it is “Brenna, sit down in front of that screen and make a book, it is your JOB.” It usually works—boredom maxes out after about five minutes of staring at my document file and I start working. And there are some secondary tricks too: I work in coffee shops a lot because I like the background noise. I have big headphones that feel good squeezing my head and fill me with a sense of wellbeing. I find a song and listen to it on repeat. I always drink or eat the same thing. I wear a sweater that I like. (I fall into habits very easily and have learned to use this quality to trick myself into working.)
Reason number two, though. Reason two is that sometimes my brain is empty. I’ve been working too much too fast and not refilling my thoughts and now all the fuel is gone and I’m just grinding metal. Sometimes that means I need to not work and do something mindless, like wash dishes or vacuum or repot houseplants or drive or go outside and dig a hole and then fill it back up. Or sometimes it means I need to not work and go read a book or watch a movie or go to a museum and see things other people made when they were expansive and excited and not out of thoughts. And then, once my brain has had enough food and enough rest, I’m ready again.
Both of these reasons for not writing are totally normal (for me) (for you?) but it’s important to be able to tell the difference, because one is solved by powering through, and one is not. Which brings us to the third crisis reason.
Sometimes, I am on a brutal deadline. Sometimes it’s non-negotiable. Sometimes I have pulled two all-nighters in a row and am staring down the barrel of a third, and I know I’d want to work if I could just have a second where I’m NOT working, but that is only a beautiful dream. This is a problem. You know those people who only ever seem to operate at 100% when under extreme duress? *raises hand* A weird thing happens where I don’t WANT to work anymore, but the overdrive switch has flipped in my brain, and it will do the work until the job is done, whether I want to or not. And trust me, I DON’T. It is like being dragged through a drippy alligatory swamp by a robot—you’re just like “please, robot, stop moving my legs! This was the actual hardest thing for me to figure out a solution for, because:
1) Deadlines are a part of my job, and sometimes they are quite tight, and the work still has to get done anyway.
2) As much as I absolutely hate it, there is another part of me that likes it.
But I know more now than I used to. Back when I was 23 and completely unwise and taking a course overload in grad school while interning and also working 30 hours a week, I was just like “this is how we live a life!” That is not true. Can you hear me in the back? THAT IS NOT TRUE.
But sometimes you still have to do stuff and there’s a lot of it and you also have very little time to do it in. So let me tell you a deadline secret, it is very important: the answer to Brenna’s acute deadline crisis is, drink water, eat almonds, divide each 24-hour cycle into two discrete sections, allowing for one 3-hour sleep cycle and one 4 to 5-hour one. This is because if you are me, you start to feel like you are not allowed to sleep. This is a lie. And in fact, if you don’t sleep, I promise your work won’t be as good. At very best, it will be pretty weird. Also, drink less coffee. You think you need it, but you don’t.
I realize the answer to this question escalated quickly. Probably just focus on points 1 and 2—telling the difference between when your brain is empty and when it’s just dragging its feet. Unless you are a person who is currently living my 23-year-old life. In which case, you are not just allowed to sleep. Dude, you HAVE TO.
thoughts on ursula, representation, and fat positivity
the other day i was thinking about how few positive fat characters exist in fiction, particularly fat female characters. as a young fat girl growing up in the late 90s/early 00s, the only fat women i can remember having as role models in media were roseanne barr, queen latifah (particularly her role in chicago), and ursula from the little mermaid.
it’s ursula in particular i wanna talk about here, and why she means to much to me.
it’s true that fat characters, particularly fat women, are always villains/antagonists/negative characters. in this, ursula unfortunately follows suit. she’s a villain, she’s a bad person, she’s evil.
but she’s not evil BECAUSE she’s fat. and there are none (that i can remember) of the usual negative fat stereotypes: eats constantly, lazy, greedy, stupid, dirty/messy, desexualised. on the contrary, she’s active, and ambitious, uses sexual innuendo and is aware of sexual appeal (ie, telling ariel to use ~body language~ while moving suggestively). she’s loud and unapologetic, and never tries to shrink herself, she has an Iconic Disney Villain Song.
it only just occurred to me the other day another level to her that i feel explains further why i was so attached to her (in addition to her being a villain; i have always been attached to fictional villains, esp female villains). there’s a line in “poor unfortunate souls”: “…this one longing to be thinner, that one wants to get the girl, and do i help them? yes indeed.” this shows that ursula has the power to make herself thinner, and she doesn’t. she could make herself thin if she wanted to, and she chooses to be fat anyway.
she does have a thin, stereotypically pretty alter ego, vanessa, but being vanessa isn’t her goal. being vanessa is just a means to an end. she uses the vanessa character just to fuck with ariel.
so we’re shown that ursula 1) has the power to actually make herself thinner, and 2) has the power to appear and live as a thin woman for her life. she doesn’t do either.
the idea that a fat woman can live her life as she is, and not have to change into a thin women even if she could, is really really powerful messaging, especially for a young fat girl being programmed to hate herself and change herself into a thin person at all costs.
did i ruin it because i’m sick or were we both just not good for each other. was i mean because i’m mean or because i can’t control my feelings. i love him still, or do i just think i do?
does he love her because she’s normal. will anyone ever love me, even though i’m not? will i ever be? am i good at pretending?
are we friends or do you just feel like you have to take care of me? do you even like me? am i making this weird again, seeing things that don’t exist in you, assuming things that aren’t true? am i hurting you by being distant or am i protecting you? what if you knew? what if i told you everything, came spilling out with all these terrible secrets?
do people usually have this many secrets?
who was i before this? what would i have been without it? am i really just lazy? am i really just not into trying? am i unhappy because it’s all i know how to be and i’m scared to learn who i am when i’m not suffering? do i even know… me?
I'm going to go to high school next year and I don't want to end up like 7th and 8th grade year right now. And I mean by being extremely last minute and messy. Do you have any tips for High School? Thanks :)
Hi! Well it sounds like you have the perfect premises - a fresh start with new teachers (probably?) and it seems like you’re willing to change something! I’ll try my best to give you some quality advice, but if anyone has tips they want to add, please feel free to do so!
1. Not Being Last-Minute
In other words, beating procrastination. I’m not really the best to ask since I don’t usually procrastinate, but here are some great masterposts on the subject:
Generally, my number one tip would be to just start. Even if it’s five minutes – at least you did something! And five minutes easily turn into 40 because once you’ve started, things get easier as the task isn’t some huge abstract and intimidating concept, but just one page of words in your textbook.
If by “last minute” you mean “late to class”: Set your alarm earlier and try to stick to that routine every day. Make sure you have enough time in the mornings for breakfast, getting dressed, and everything you need to do without being in a rush. If possible, take an earlier bus/train or leave ten minutes earlier if you walk. Pretend your lesson doesn’t start at eight (or whenever it does), but a quarter of an hour earlier. If you’re ten minutes late then, you’ll still be five minutes early.
2. Stop Being Messy
get a good calendar and bring yourself to actually use it!! Write down assignments, deadlines, to-do’s and everything you need. Bullet-journals are also an option, but they usually cost more time and can lure you into procrastination very easily. Find out what works best for you!
Get folders/binders for every class, if you want to in different colours, in which you put every single worksheet. Every. Single. One. If you frequently find yourself saying “this worksheet isn’t hole-punched so I can’t put it in my folder, I’ll do it when I get home” (but you never actually do it and it ends up crumpled up somewhere), you might want to look into portable hole punches.
Pack your bag the night before with all textbooks and folders you need the next day. Always bring pens/pencils, water, and notebooks/paper for notes. Also keep in mind you may need special equipment for P.E., arts, and maths.
Always do your homework.
Your notes don’t have to be super Aesthetic™, but they should meet two criteria: One, they should exist, and two, they should be legible so you can actually study with them.
To make them exist, always have paper and a pen in front of you in class. Don’t listen to the voice in your head telling you “You don’t need to write that down, you’ll remember it!”. Chances are, when you’re in exam stress, you won’t remember it.
Write down whatever your teacher writes on the blackboard, and always correct mistakes you made in your homework (don’t erase the mistake, just write the correct solution in the margins so you’ll remember where exactly you went wrong).
Ask. Questions. Studying with two pages full of notes about a topic you don’t understand isn’t easy.
To make them legible, you should use a good pen that doesn’t smudge or hurt your hand after five minutes. You don’t have to rewrite your notes unless you feel like it helps you with your studying.
You can do basic colour-coding without rewriting your notes by using highlighters or fineliners to underline keywords in class.
Put the date on your notes. Having things in chronological order in your folder makes revision easier, usually.
By the way: I know from personal experience that being a good student in grades 7 to 10 is often looked down upon by classmates who think that being lazy is cool, for some reason. If that’s the case at your school, don’t listen to them. You’ll be the one with amazing grades and a good education in the end!
I hope this helped! Have a nice Monday, and good luck in high school! :)
Go to school, take extracurriculars. Go to college, get decent grades. Get an office job. It pays alright. It’s fine. Try dating. It’s fine. Spend weekends watching tv or finishing your workload. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine. It's— “Fuck it,” Bokuto and Kuroo decide one day. “Fuck it all”. They fish around. They start saving up. They find a big old house in the north country, dilapidated and cheap, on a drive to nowhere, and save up. Save up.
They quit their jobs and leave the city. They take out a loan and start fixing the house up. They’ll turn it into a bed & breakfast, they think. They get to know the locals. About a mile down the road lives a farmer, a youngish man named Ushijima. He knows some people and recommends them. They help with the plumbing. And the wiring. And the carpentry. And everything that this great lumbering beast of a house needs. Bokuto and Kuroo camp in the living room while the rest of the house is made habitable, using an actual tent against any leaks, and use a portable camping stove for the first few days before the gas and oven are working. “This is crazy,” they think laughingly, as they grill hot dogs and marshmallows over their dinky little stove, mocking themselves and this ridiculous idea of theirs.
They meet a guy in town named Terushima. He’s from the city too, like them (and his style of fashion certainly shows it, with his bleached hair, undercut, and tongue piercing), but he’s lived out here in the boondocks for the past five years. He teaches snowboarding and skiing to tourists at a lodge, up in the nearby, looming mountains, in the wintertime, having taken a lifelong passion and made a job out of it. He’s a little uncouth, but easy-going and has a good sense of humor, and they become quick friends. They tell him they’re opening a bed and breakfast. He laughs; he says he wouldn’t have pegged them for the type, they reply they didn’t either. He’s intrigued, and seems to nearly whoop with excitement when they invite him to come around once they’re open, and thanks them with vigor.
They post flyers around town and take an ad out in the paper to recruit employees. They chat up the local librarians hoping to get to know the town better, as well as maybe get the word out if it wouldn’t be too much trouble? The librarians tell them soliciting is frowned upon but they do have some brochure maps for the town if they’re interested, and then ask them to move out of the way for the people behind them in line. They don’t expect much, but when they’re in again a week later, one librarian, a calm, authoritative yet kindly woman in her fifties, tells them they have a potential candidate if they’d like to meet with her? They agree, and she leaves them and comes back a minute later with a small young woman who nervously, timidly introduces herself as Yachi Hitoka. She volunteers at the library after school but would like to try working as a maid, or a server, or whatever they need, and they tell her with a smile they’ll keep her in mind. The librarian tells them knowingly before they leave, after Yachi has gone back to work, that despite her timidity she’s a hard worker, and very good at what she does, and they’d honestly be lucky to have her as an employee. “We understand,” they say politely, and thank her.
They don’t have enough money to fix up the house, they realize, or at least not all of it. They make the painful decision to make sure everything needed is done for structural integrity, and then to leave several of the rooms untouched cosmetically. They’ll only have a handful of rooms for guests, but with hope and luck they’ll have the rest of the house fixed up with revenue within a year or two. On the bright side, the limit for capacity prevents them from taking on more customers than they might be able to handle; it’ll almost be like a trial period for them, a training run, and they’ll get sorely-needed practice in.
They hire Yachi. They open in time, and they get customers, though not many. Bokuto takes a day job at a restaurant to help pay the bills, and Kuroo translates some English literature into Japanese and vice versa for hire in his nights. Bokuto, the better cook, should be the one cooking for the guests, but he’s the only one who’d been able to find a job among the limited options the town holds for them, so he helps Kuroo improve his own culinary ability in the mornings and evenings before and after his shifts. “God bless his endless energy,” Kuroo thinks, his heart brimming with love as the other explains the finer points of a more complicated recipe.
Their first winter in the town they head up, at Terushima’s invitation, to the lodge he works at, and get to see him in action. He’s wearing a sleek winter sport suit that looks expensive as hell, and he swaggers a little as he moves around, until they get his attention, and then he comes bounding up to them, almost a bit like an excited dog, with a whoop and a holler. He shows them around the lodge and buys them lunch on his break, and then insists to try teaching them how to snowboard, or ski, their choice. Bokuto chooses snowboarding, Kuroo skiing (Terushima seems put out at that, and Kuroo supposes with amusement he chose wrongly), and Terushima does his best to teach them the basics. His efforts fruitless after one hour, he goes back to teach his afternoon class, and they decide to loiter and watch him teach. He’s calmer than they expected from a rebel punk, and more authoritative, and he’s surprisingly good with the children in the group.
They put out ads every once in a while, and they slowly build up local knowledge of their existence. They work hard, and it’s slow going, but eventually they get more customers. They finally manage to fix up the last few rooms, and their capacity expands. Yachi is a hardworking little champion, and in the evenings, on the days she can stay late, Kuroo helps tutor her in preparation for her entrance exams (she’s brilliant, clever, and innovative, and Kuroo laughs at the idea of her getting anything less than a scholarship to even a good school, but her mother is overbearing and Hitoka, sweet, and likely anxious even by nature, is riddled with insecurity, so Kuroo is happy to help assuage her fears any way he can). Bokuto sometimes sits in while they study and watches, leaning in, and his frequent gasps and exclamations of incredulity and praise earn laughs and blushes from her, and snickers, eye-rolls, and rebuttals of “Shut up, go do something useful” from Kuroo as he shoves him away by the face.
They’re studying one night when Yachi thanks Kuroo again for his help. “What’s this?” he asks, gasping in an exaggerated manner. “I told you to stop thanking me.” The first thirty times were more than enough, and he’s told her so. “I know,” she says, “It’s just that—” “What?” he asks, goading. She pauses, working up her courage. “I think you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met,” Yachi says. “Well,” he replies, regrowing his grin once his shock’s worn off, “that’s flattering, because you are definitely the smartest person I’ve ever met.” He manages to reply with his usual lazy smirk and drawl, but, unused to being complimented so straightforwardly, he can’t quite help the blush spreading slightly across his cheeks. Yachi, for her part, combusts and stammers out Thank Yous and Oh Noes with a crimson face, too shocked to notice how touched her tutor is. Kuroo waits for her to calm down, and then they continue as if nothing happened.
All the while, Kuroo and Bokuto are forced to examine their feelings, which slowly, imperceptibly, have been changing over time. “When did this start?” They ask themselves, ask each other, but neither has the answer; maybe when they hatched this scheme, probably long beforehand. Maybe in high school, even, when they were young and things were simple enough to categorize as deep friendship. Maybe there wasn’t a single point where they crossed the line; there couldn’t have been, they’re sure, with how gradual it all happened. How natural it feels, they realize. They start having a talk one quiet night, but neither can finish it, and words die on their lips as they go back to watching tv. It takes a few days to find the courage to finish.
It’s three years (well, three years and five and a half months, but who’s counting) after it first opened that all the invited guests gather on the house’s front lawn. Officially it’s an engagement-cum-life pledge celebration, and legalized gay marriage is still years away for Japan, but they all know what it’s supposed to be. Yachi’s there, along with the greying librarian her mentor; Terushima is there, filming the reception with a very expensive-looking video camera and a wide, ecstatic grin (when he’s not looking impish and smug, claiming he saw them coming years beforehand); Ushijima too, who, earthen and straightforward but believing in a take-life-as-it-comes philosophy, had become good friends with them and had never bat an eye (surprising them) when they themselves had become something more; along with the many other friends they’ve made in the town, including even a few former guests.
Hey! I’ve been inspired to write this fluff by the Instagram Shawn uploaded, plus I’ve always wanted to go to Japan, so here it is, I hope you like it :) Only thing I have to say, that Shawn’s girlfirend here’s 18!
Word count: 1.1k
Warning: none, just too much fluff
I tossed and turned myself to the point, that it became morning, and the sunrays – instead of warming my body – pointed right to my face, making me grumpy in a matter of seconds. I covered my face with my right arm, inhaling the dry air, then stretching my limbs. After I hid my face into the huge, white pillow it became quite obvious, that it wasn’t my usual one, judging only by the size of it. It took me a good two minutes to realize, I wasn’t in my own flat, neither in my country.
I constantly drain myself at work all the time. I approached my manager about a guy I've had a problem with for a while who doesn't do his job. My manager said "This isn't (my name) gets to decide where everyone goes." So I went on lunch. Left work with an "emergency" (the emergency being my own sanity)That guy is now alone in my department for today. I refuse to exhaust myself for them anymore. They can't fire me because I'm union and they can't cut my hours because I have seniority. F them.
Stop carrying the coworker and if they ask why your department is not performing as well as usual tell them you’re being paid to do YOUR job not trying to do the job of two people since one is lazy. -Abby
Hey, I really want to get into art but I seriously don't know how to draw a body? The stick figure just isn't working for me, do you maybe know another way or maybe tips?
so quick disclaimer before i start: i decided to do the female body because i learned how to draw women before i started drawing men… and im also a woman LOL so i have a better idea of how to break down each body part… also curves are really fun to draw!! whereas men im still trying to figure out what goes where
i also think its easier to start off with women and then transition into drawing men? at least that’s what i find… so if anyone wants a follow up tutorial on men just let me know!
i think when it comes to drawing bodies, i find that it’s a lot easier if you imagine shapes first
by recognizing certain body parts as shapes you can sort of configure a guideline first in the pose and proportions you want first before adding any details
for example this is how i would plan out a (very skinny lol) female body before starting
so in red is my actual organic process, which is really quick and fluid and then in black is just a more defined demo of the shapes i have in mind
one of the biggest problems i see for people starting out drawing bodies is that they’re so caught up trying to get every detail correct, by the time they’re finished the proportions are all off… so by planning the shapes first i can ensure i have every part the correct length and width i want
ok again this is going to be a really long post so more details on each body part under the cut!
I was doing my rounds and noticed the smell of cooking oil left on. Happens all the time…cooks get lazy or forget. We have big ass fryers.
So I go into the dining room to get to the kitchen and hear this weird three beat screeching sound and the hairs on my neck stand up. Usually going in there isn’t a big deal…not on the 3rd floor. But I don’t like dark dining rooms anyway. Creepy factor 10 usually.
So I hear it and know I’m being watched by something. Creepy as fuck. I huff at it, and go turn off the fryer and it keeps following me. I get outside the kitchen into the hallway and it’s still there.
I snarled at its general direction (behind me) and said “Go away”…and it backed off but didn’t vanish. Followed me downstairs and stared some more but I thought it was gonna go back upstairs since I’m not providing any entertainment for it. I’ve told it to scram several times and told it I had to turn off the fryer. Got a kind of grumbly feeling from it. But kinda accepting too?
And now it’s bopping around in the men’s bathroom….I think. Definitely in that area. There are 3 doors, an exit, a bathroom door, and an entrance to a meeting room. All within 10 feet or so.
We were cruising down the highway leading to Gotham after a full day of business negotiations just down the river. The sun was setting turning the sky an orangish-pink color that seemed to widen your eyes every time you looked to the sky. I let me float out the window being carried up in down by the wind; moving it like the oceans wave. I cast my attention from my lazy hand to J who was staring at the road in front of him- his face resting in his usual scowl, the sunlight seeping into the little pockets that dotted the inside of his eye lighting them up like a fire was burning through them. I kissed him gently on the cheek- the only acknowledgement to it being the tired side smile he shot me. “Baby what’s wrong?” I asked frustrated with how he had been acting. He looked out on the ocean. “Oh nothing kitten, I’m peachy as ever” He laughed but it was fake, something I never thought he could do. “You sure?” I nudged his thigh with my bare foot. A deep growl came from his throat which worried me. “I have been thinking kitten…”
He moved his head from shoulder to shoulder laughing suddenly. I became a little tense at his words. Was this the part he stuck a gun to my head, pulling the trigger splattering my face all to hell. “Wa-what do you mean honey?” I said innocently. He had stopped laughing and only grunted seeming to be… nervous? He would let out random laughs never looking me directly in the eyes. “Well as you know I am the King of Gotham and naturally…” He erupted into horrible laughter yanking the wheel so the car sped to the side of the road.
J slammed on the breaks putting the car in park. He looked a me his wide chrome smile staring me in the face. “Look at me doll” he said pulling my attention away from his teeth. “So naturally these peasants need a queen!” He exclaimed hoping up standing steadily on his seat.His pale tattooed hands began digging around in his pockets until he pulled out a little purple box. I gasped. “You want to get married!!”
He furrowed his non existent eyebrows shushing me loudly. “Now darling don’t spoil anything or daddy’s not going to be happy” I put my hand over my lips remaining quiet for the rest of his speech. He cleared his throat. “Now doll please accept this ring-” he threw the box at me landing roughly in my lap. I giggled until he put his pointed finger over his mouth. “As a token of my eternal… attention. I will be there to protect you as well as tend to your girlish dreams, anything you need I will give. If you accept this you will belong to me and only me, being my partner in crime.” he paused shortly while I was swimming in his words ready to hug him and say yes but he continued on taking out his gun. “If you decline this offer you will be taking the bullet train out of Gotham:” he began laughing. One thing he does well is crack himself up as well as ruin special moments. “So whadda ya say doll?” He smiled at me holding out his hand. I smiled skipping his hands and going straight for his lips. “Yes baby” He laughed at my words shaking his finger at me. “Smart girl.”
We continued on the road the beautiful sunset before fading into a darker sky. I sat leaning up against J listening to the loud rap he had blaring. I turned it down getting his attention. He hated when I touched the radio. “Did you really think I would turn you down?” He grinned taking his dear sweet time to answer. “Oh no it was all for show dear.” I kissed his cheek rolling my eyes knowing that he may have been genuinely afraid I would turn him down
Request: omg your post gave me this idea! Can you do a smutty one shot where Roman is being super into his video games and yn tries to get his attention but hes just too into it until he realizes she’s naked please
Warnings: swearing, minor smut
You sighed quietly as you walked into the living room and saw Roman playing his favorite video game.
It was a lazy Sunday and he had been doing nothing but playing that game, something you usually didn’t really mind, but today he had been completely ignoring you all day.
He was sitting there, with his headset on and talking, actually more like yelling, to Peter.
Jin would be pretty chill about it. He isn’t really insecure about his height and when people try to tease him, he usually just brushes them off.
“You’re just jealous. The taller they are, the more love for me!”
He would insist that you carry him around when he’s tired since you’re taller. Yoongi would also use your height as an excuse to be lazy in general.
“Babe, give me the jar from the top shelf, please.”
“Yoongi, you can reach it yourself.”
“Yes? But you’re taller.”
I think Namjoon would dig it. He would be totally into your long legs and think that you’re really attractive. He would also often compliment you.
“Damn, babe, you look really hot in those jeans.”
Hobi would be totally okay with it as long as you won’t make a big deal out of it. I feel like he wouldn’t like you resting your arm on his shoulders or anything that would accentuate your height difference. But he would always make sure you feel how much he loves you.
“I’m not small and you’re not tall, okay? We are both the perfect size.”
Let’s face it, Jimin would be kind of sad at first. The boys always point out his short height, but that wouldn’t keep him from loving you…after the first drama is over.
“WHY? Why are you taller than ME? THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”
He likes it very much that you are taller than him. He would absolutely love your hugs and he also secretly enjoys being the little spoon.
“I love how your hugs make me feel all warm and safe~”
I think he would need some times to adjust. Kookie is pretty competetive and he would feel the need to prove how strong and manly he is at first; until he realises that his masculinity isn’t threatened. After that he would be cool about it.
This will probably not be a complete list. Every day that I attend school, I will probably think of a new reason to dislike it. However, I’m still going to write this list with what comes to mind now.
Also, please note that when I say I hate school, I do not mean the idea/concept of school in general. I’m referring to the school system, specifically in America but generally of today’s world.
One of my biggest issues with the school system is that our work is graded. This might be the part where you start to roll your eyes, but that doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care if any of the reasons I list don’t mean anything to you, or you attribute them to me being a “lazy, selfish” kid. I’m not the only one who feels these things, and if all of the people who the school system was supposedly created for disagree with a certain thing, it should be of some importance.
I want to go to school to learn, not to impress. Every time I learn something in school, I’m given a test. Now, the tests themselves are not a problem - it’s an effective way for teachers to determine where we are as far as the lesson is concerned and to determine if we need some extra help (and this need for extra help is usually ignored or met with useless tutoring sessions that take place in a similar crowded environment to regular classrooms). I’m sure no one in school would have a problem with tests or experience severe anxiety from tests if they were not graded. It’s that number, the digits, that drive everyone crazy. Teachers can pay attention to our progress from tests without grading them. Or, they can use numerical grades for tests but not show those grades to us. Instead, they can be helpful specifically according to our weak spots on tests. For example, if I get questions wrong on the test about a specific topic, the teacher ‘grades’ me by giving me a note to study more on this topic, or telling me when to see him/her for tutoring on this topic. Grading us says: ‘I want to validate you, not teach you.’ Grades reduce knowledge to a number. Grades cultivate unhealthy competition between students (you might say that the competition is healthy, but some students truly believe that the ones who score higher than them are just ‘better’, and I’ve experienced it firsthand). Grades cause students to hate themselves, to cry themselves to sleep at night. Grades cause parents to wrongly judge their children.
Grades need to be abolished.
States have their different standardized tests, but in New York they’re Regents Exams. These Regents test us on our progress at the end of the year to see if we’re ready to move on to the next level of a given subject. A lot of the time, taking a Regents is a reality check for me, because I’m reminded of what my weak points are and what I failed to study about the subject during the year. However, students’ reactions to their grades on Regents is sometimes terrifying. The effect that these numbers have on us is deeper than even we realize. Our knowledge is defined by a number. Imagine how less harmful it would be if after a Regents, the results we got back were a note as to whether we are well-versed in the subject enough to move on to higher levels, and a note on tips for what we each need to work on in the subject as individuals. To me, this is much more helpful than a numerical value, and it gives the knowledge itself more weight than a grade.
I don’t usually respond to people who are salty because I’m simply too lazy but this man really couldn’t hold it together for two damn messages before exposing himself. Normally I’d say some shit about being a luxury and what the fuck ever else but he was really trying me after messaging me first and talking about his wallet? Boy BYE
It’s that time of month again where I remind you I’m taking commissions still. I have a queue of about 6 commissions that I aim to finish this week, but I’m going to take 5 more commissions on top of that.
JUST 5. And as a reminder: I’m doing commissions to supplement my income because I’m disabled to the point that work can’t happen for me, not because I’m lazy, as the usual anon will acuse me when this goes live.
what people don’t realize about basic universal income is that once people aren’t struggling just to pay rent and buy food, they’re free to better themselves and society, they’re free to do what they want to do and be happy, and if that means nothing to you, they’re free to get an education and work in science and medicine or things they wouldn’t have been able to do before. they’re free to do things that will help YOU, if you’re wondering “well how is this going to help ME?”
like, the woman who is struggling to buy food for her kids now could be the woman who builds a space ship to mars, or finds the cure for deadly diseases, or becomes the president who turns the us economy around, there are so many brilliant, talented people in america who could be doing so much but they can’t because they’re struggling just to make ends meet.
basic universal income isn’t about people being lazy, its about society capping it’s own progress and potential, also, if we have the means to meet people’s basic needs, which we do, literally why would we not do that? but as usual no one cares about anything but “how could this help me, personally?”. great news. it helps everyone.
Series Summary:When a young billionaire who’s a former friend of yours becomes the target for the Avengers, you’re sent on an undercover mission. The mission should be easy; one week on the Upper East Side with Bucky as your “boyfriend.” The only problem? The two of you can’t stand each other.
Note: Sorry for not being able to get this finished and posted yesterday, but better late than never, right?
“Thank God,” you groan once you’re outside of the Palace, free from the party. Unfortunately though, you’re not free from Bucky.
As much as you would like to go straight home and spend the rest of the day ignoring him along with everyone else, you only got out of brunch early after one of your mom’s friends commented on how ill-fitting Bucky’s clothes are. To save herself from farther embarrassment, you mother pulled you aside to suggest that you and Bucky take off early to do some much needed shopping. For once you didn’t argue about being forced to spend time with each other, just ran out before she could change her mind or anyone else could corner you into a conversation.
Paparazzi called your name, shouting at you to smile, asking who you’re wearing and who you’re with while you wave down a taxi. You ignore them, but you don’t doubt that the candids will be on gossip sites soon. Like Charlie said, you had become a ghost. It’s not every day Manhattan’s favorite troublemaker returns from the dead. Finally a cab pulls over for you and you and Bucky quickly jump into it.
“Do we really have to go shopping?” Bucky whines, “Can’t we go back to the apartment?”
“Nope. Trust me, I don’t want to do this any more than you do, but I’m not getting yelled at because you’re lazy.” You notice something change in his eyes. Where there was originally his usual look of annoyance, there was now a glimmer of mischief.