this is meant to feel like that first class

This semester we did something different with the Freshman Seminar course. We did away with the 2nd midterm, and gave the class more time to work on their second paper. The first paper was just practice in writing math. This one was the real deal. 

I dedicated three weeks of discussions sessions to these papers, and I emphasized the importance of choosing a topic that was a real challenge. I promised them that choosing something interesting meant that more work would feel like to work at all. I took them on field trips to the math library. Still, I had some concerns on whether or not that was the best use of their time. But then I started grading the papers…

…and they are brilliant. They are so much more than the formulaically correct work of a student motivated only to get an A. They are testaments to the true love for the process of understanding that has been the great joy of my own journey through math. They are brave explorations into abstract ideas. They expose deep connections between complex numbers and Euclidean geometry. They span 15 pages proving the heck out of concepts that, a few months ago, I would never have approved as a topic. They induct correctly (omg). They have taught me things I didn’t know. 

I am holding in my hands incontrovertible evidence that the majority of this class have seen the incandescent heart of real, actual mathematics. Mathematics is not rote memorization of formulae without any explanation, but rather the precise and lyrical language needed to communicate the only things in this world that are true, beyond ethics, perspective and opinion.  I am so, so proud of them. If my direction had any part in that accomplishment whatsoever, then every moment of this past semester has been worthwhile. My life up until now has been worthwhile.


I never thought I would post a “before and after” photo set. I had pretty much forgotten about myself pre starting transition and in many ways I’m glad I forgot as it meant I wasn’t feeling the same way I was 3-4 years ago. A friend recently went through my tumblr timeline and found a whole bunch of the awful posts….Overuse of photo-editing apps to blur my facial contours to look more feminine and and shitty eyebrightener that I was apparently unaware of how obvious it was *like bitch really!?* My initial reaction to finding out he found my photos was disappointment as it meant he may view me different and the femininity I demonstrate these days to be ersatz. That is literally a first class wank stain of a response because when you think of it I’ve always been trans. I’ve always been a girl. I didn’t look it as much then as I do now but I can’t say my Innate feminine spirit was ersatz at all. It was shame on my part, I was ashamed that he saw me before transition but the fact of the matter is we all start somewhere and that was where I started. To force myself to get over my internalised transphobia here is 16 year old Alex and here is 20 year old Alex. I probably won’t get as many “shemale” or “sissy” sites like this set as much as all my other posts but like who likes them anyway haha.

Peace bitches

It’s really easy for all these people who stan white characters to say ‘make your own content’ and be insufferable because they’ve never understood how genuinely hurtful it is to never be able to find content of any kind about characters that represent you.

Fandom is meant to be the space where characters can be explored outside the canon works and it’s a horrible feeling to realize fandom at large doesn’t care about exploring the humanity of people like you.

So like yeah, I can create all the content about (for example) Armando and Angel from X-Men first class that I want, but who’s going to care? Screaming into an empty room sucks and that’s what creating fan works that treat characters of color as fully realized individuals that have their own merits outside supporting their white counterparts can feel like.

Remember - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

REQUESTED: No, I just decided to write this one night, and then thought it was good enough to go here, so yeah.

WARNINGS: If you haven’t seen 6x01 yet, then you might want to not read this because potential spoilers lay ahead (oops)

SUMMARY: There’s been something burning at your brain, and you can’t quite think what it is, until you enlist the help of Scott.

NOTES: So, I was meant to have an assessment on Sunday, but I feel as though I’m rushing into it, so I’m going to go to the next assessment. YAY.

Also I had to analyse TW for my Media A-Level class and it was so stressful ahhh

Also, if you want Pt.2 of Off To The Races then message me! I have plans for the next part ahhh

Anyways, enjoy!

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really important Jesse Eisenberg quotes

The more people say nice things about me, the more I feel it’s false.

I’ve never had tastes of people my own age. All of my friends when I was 15 were in their 40s. I’m not actually mature, just very self-conscious around people my own age because I feel like I’m supposed to act the same way they act and I don’t know how.

I can’t watch myself in interviews. I feel like I look like a wreck. My mom is always calling me and going, ‘Stop fidgeting,’ and it’s like, ‘You have no idea what it’s like, Mom.’

I am actually going to two therapists right now. I don’t know, I actually feel like therapy has just made me more uncomfortable.

I cried every day of first grade. In class. Which meant I ended up getting comfortable emoting in a place where it wasn’t the norm.

People think, 'You’re an actor, you can afford clothes,’ but I just try to take the clothes from the movie, which makes the selecting of film projects that much more difficult, because you try to play characters that might wear something you’d want to wear.

I tend to be pessimistic about everything: If things seem to be going good, I’m worried that it’s going to end; if things are bad, then I’m worried that it’s going to be permanent. It’s not a very comfortable attitude to have all the time.

If you’re acting, then there’s a prescribed way to behave; whereas in life, there’s no prescribed way. So acting feels like a comfortable way to get through the day.

The happiest moments for me, creatively, are doing readings of a play around a table where there’s no audience.

I meet people who are in movies, and the stuff that they write is terrible, but nobody tells them that because they’re famous. So I worry that my stuff might be like that, too.

I think I prioritize other people’s opinions of me very highly, which is not necessarily a good thing - it’s a thing that causes a lot of anxiety.

I hate watching me. I hate watching me. It just makes me feel awful. I think, 'I look stupid from that angle. I wish I didn’t let them put that shirt on me.’

       i feel like i gotta post this story everywhere because it is just  —–   so pure.   basically in my very first class this morning at 9am.  my fucking   …  underwire of my bra popped through and was tyrnna murder me.   so i texted my friend like  “hey.  do me a solid and stop off and buy me a bra on your way here ?”  as a JOKE.  okay this wasn’t meant to actually happen.   ten minutes later i got a text back with   “what size?”   so i just   …   ??  the fuck.   so as i do.   sent my size.   then about couple minutes later i got.   “okay.  what color?”  with an attached picture of the fucking  …  bra section.  and i just …  ?????  bitch.  you do you.  ( bless him ).  then here they come into the college.   with my emergency bra and it was honestly the funniest moment of my life  …   I DID NOT EXPECT TODAY TO GO LIKE THIS BUT IT DID.

“Michelle drew a straight line from her struggles with hardship and self-doubt in working-class Chicago to the fractured world the Anacostia students inhabited thirty years later. She told them about being written off, about feeling rejected, about the resilience it takes for a black kid in a public school to become one of the first in her family to go to college. “Kids teasing me when I studied hard. Teachers telling me not to reach too high because my test scores weren’t good enough. Folks making it clear with what they said or didn’t say that success wasn’t meant for a little girl like me from the South Side of Chicago.” As she spoke of her parents—their sacrifices and the way they pushed her “to reach for a life they never knew”—her voice broke and tears came to her eyes.”
–from MICHELLE OBAMA: A Life By Peter Slevin

thegeneraljamesironwood  asked:

rouge of doom?

So uh, meant to get this out in time for Valentines Day. Because when I think of a day like that, Doom is the first word that comes to my mind! Yeah, sorry this somehow took me this long to do. But I had that feeling to want to do ana sk again after missing ti for so long now. It truly feels amazing to want to and have the drive to do something! So! Let’s see if we can help ol’ Ironwood out here.

So we have here the passive steal Class! Also can be known and seen as the passive relocation Class. The Role of the Rogue is to steal for the benefit of others. As Roxy once pointed out, it is a sort of Robin Hood character. They take to give to those who lack. An interesting challenge I believe for Rogues is to eventually learn when to take back for themselves. Now hold on a second. I just got done saying that the Role of the Rogue is to steal for someone else. That is still true, but it’s important for you to not put yourself down and neglect your own needs just for the benefit of others so much like that. It’s to realize that it’s okay to just do something for yourself and not worry about everyone else for a change. You matter just as much as they do. A Rogue may make a good recon soldier. Sent in to gather whatever intel they can find and use it to aid their group whatever way they can. A Rogue has a choice on this however. They are not required to share every last detail of whatever minute thing they have found. This can make the Rogue a cunning player in who they share what with. As was stated earlier, and later shown in Collide by Roxy, the Rogue will eventually be able to take for their own benefit. Although, they still will primarily do it for those around them and THEY come later. That’s the important distinction between the Rogue and Thief. I think a nice example of this is in the second part of Collide (I like to think of Collide coming in 4 parts for each song piece) when we see Roxy going to town on the Condesce with those Perfectly Generic Objects. She not only pulled them out of the Void to fight with, but also in the scene we see after Jane heals them, she creates a small fort of objects for Rose and Kanaya so they don’t get hurt. We see both sides in the same flash.

The Aspect of Doom is opposite of Life and quite a pessimistic Aspect, it would seem. The importance of Doom is the unavoidable oblivion. Everything must come to an end at some time. Doom is the Aspect of restrictions and loss. While this may sound like a real depressing Aspect, hear me out. Doom’s lesson is to learn to let go. That certain things and events happen for a reason and can’t be changed. Inevitability. Sacrifice. Rules. These are all words I’d use to describe Doom. A challenge for a Doom player may be to keep an uplifting attitude. It’s easy to lose yourself in woes of what is happening around you. To not let yourself succumb to an endless depression. A Doom player should learn to let things go, to stop and allow whatever is to transpire happen.

The Rogue of Doom is someone who steals Doom for others or is able to steal through Doom for others. This Rogue would initially have problems coping with things like rules to abide and lmitations, either thinking they just don’t have a solid foodhold or are built up enough to handle this or even they have TOO much and can’t handle it. This Rogue would then give out this Doom to others from either of these reasons. To put these obligations and things that need and will happen. It’s sor to similar to what a Rogue of Blood may be able to do, in the example of they don’t see themselves as able to handle this or that, and would give and push that out to someone else, someon they think would do better with it. Other than this, this Rogue would also give out things like rules and limits on others. This can be important to limit them and keep set on the path they need that fate has in store for them. Maybe there was a real loose canon on your team, someone who didn’t listen to anyone, and went about doing their own thing without caring what even the game has to say about it. Well, this Rogue could put these rules and regulations on this person to limit their chaotic nature. You could even make the arguement doing this and making this person slow down and take a step back can lead to them better understanding the benefits of limitations and the rules around them. The Rogue may also need to learn from this as well. Like I said above, what with their giving it out, they could feel trapped by these such things that the Rogue initially view as arbitrary and would try to pass them off on others so as a means of escape from it. They may even start out just avoiding what has to be done. This Rogue will start coming into themselves when they realize and start coming to terms with what is neccisary to be done and what just cannot be changed. This Rogue will now take all this put upon them with ease. They will come to respect those rules and limits around them. They will now stand with these things and their Aspect, taking it, and using it. As they grow even more they become a HIGHLY selfless player by taking up others sacrifices, as well, sacrificing themselves. But don’t worry about this Rogue, for while this cna lead to their own end, they can take and handle it.

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i wish i could say that i have always been proud
that i was strong when it mattered

but that would be a lie

and i won’t wrap myself in a blanket
of deceit for anyone’s comfort these days.

if we had to suffer then you have to hear it.

during high school
my best friend was the first to come out,
and kids can be cruel.
she was forced out of gym class,
like her eyes would wonder if she were allowed
to change in the same room as the rest.

like oh my god the world would stop spinning
because someone straight felt uncomfortable 
like we haven’t felt that for most of our lives
like the pressure of society hasn’t crushed our bones
like we didn’t feel broken before we even knew what that meant.

i tried to be an “ally," i tried to be brave,
but i couldn’t be honest because i was too scared
and my fear made me fragile.

it took years to find my feet, 
to learn pride through the painful process of truth,
but i clawed my way up that rainbow road all the same.

i have pride now, for my friend,
who stood as strong as steel,
and who still stands by my side,
as a reminder of strength.

and i have it for myself, for who i was, 
who i am, who i know i can be.
but above all i carry it with me, 
for those who can’t yet follow in my footsteps,
who still have their own road to run,
i hold pride as a beacon.

—  PRIDE // l.s.
At First Sight

Jaye fixed her beanie over her long blonde hair and shrugged on her back pack as her professor dismissed the class.It hadn’t been a particularly long or boring class, but as it was the last class of the day and she couldn’t help but to feel a certain satisfaction in knowing that her day, for the most part, was over.That meant a nice hot cup of coffee before she headed home, as per her usual routine.She liked a pick me up before she tried to do any of her homework and coffee couldn’t sound better to her.  

A smile lifted her coral lips as she headed off campus and down the street to her favorite local cafe. By now, all the employees knew her name and exactly what she wanted, which always made her laugh. She pushed open the door and breathed in sweet aroma before heading to the counter. Her sky blue hues didn’t even flick up to the menu board. 

“One Rattlesnake coming up,” the barista said with a grin when she approached the counter. 

“Thanks Dave,” Jaye laughed as she pulled out her wallet from her bag to pay.