work i did for my class

anonymous asked:

Your son sounds very intelligent

You know, he’s always been very smart!  Last year in Kindergarten, two months in, the teacher told me he was at where they expected kids to be when the year was over, not at the beginning…..they would have advanced him to 1st grade but his social skills needed work, he always acted up in class….then towards the end of the year they realized it was because he did his work so fast and got bored….so they gave him extra work to keep him busy and he just dug into it….I have a smarty pants on my hands…..he’s in first grade now and every day I ask how school went and he says..it’s boring, I know everything lolol

anonymous asked:

Hey, did you do GCSE maths with 9-1 grades? I’m doing them this year and maths is my weakest subject, especially now that they’ve made it harder... Like when they put the question into context and you have to figure out which methods to use, and just maths in general. Do you have any tips?

Hi anon, I did do new spec maths, but I was that person who didn’t revise and got a 9. However, now I do a level maths I have to work harder so I’ll tell you what any maths student should do.

1. If you don’t get a topic in class and your teacher is moving on, make sure you spend some time getting to grips with the concepts at home. Ask if you can borrow a textbook and practice questions, or do the questions on that topic from specimen papers.

2. Before you start a new topic, eg. Functions, make sure you can do all the basics this topic relies on. For functions, you’d need to be confident in quadratics and expanding brackets, as well as completing the square.

3. If you do a question wrong, make sure you know exactly what step you went wrong at and rewrite your correct solution. You can use this as a reference for future questions on the topic.

4. If there’s no diagram and it’s on geometry, draw a diagram and label it with all the information you have and all the information you need to find to get your answer. This creates the visual input you need to work out your answer. The new spec seems to put algebra with geometry a lot so look for any practice questions.

5. Look online for exam papers and ask your teacher for any you don’t have access to. Do a few old spec papers to practice your maths skills and move onto new spec papers to build on your problem solving skills.

Problem solving comes with practice a lot of the time and unfortunately that just means working hard and making progress. If you’re doing the higher paper, if you do the first half of the papers point perfect, you can get a pass and then attempt the harder questions to boost your grade.

Soooo… I found out that there is something like Mr Triple R Week (#rodyaweek) and decided to submit my entry! XD I know, it is just a lame sketch and I did it during my classes about the culture of German-speaking countries… But I wanted to somehow contribute to this event 😂 Also, I’ll try to do something more productive, but I have plenty of final tests to pass the upcoming week (I am studying two courses of studies, so that’s a lot of work…), but I’ll try anyway.
(I hope I spelled Rodya’s name correctly… Forgive me, if I did not, I tried to do this myself X’D)

19/01/2018

Gosh,i haven’t updated in forever! I decided I’d only update when I really want to since things with M aren’t really moving along :((

However,he did come and strike up conversation of his own accord today!!Every time he does that my heart honestly wantsto burst-paired with the fact that he had bed hair and that sexy morning voice😍😍

He quickly came and read my work before class ended which is something he just likes to do and praised me a whole lot about my strengths etc damn..everything he says just immediately boosts my confidence about my work and I love him for it.

sadrithmora  asked:

ur grasp on lighting .. and shading is so .. FUC?? i cant get over how fucking beautiful ur art is, i want to cry ... are u self taught or did u go to school? i’m so curious .....

PLEASe adsfrgtr thank you. I’ve been drawing all my life just about?? I decided to get serious about it when I was in high school and was self taught up until I graduated. As of rn I’ve been in art school for 3 years, majoring in graphic design. I took a few life drawing classes while I was briefly an illustration major my freshman year adsfghtr but besides that my personal art and the work I do for school n such are pretty separate. 

My Story

After I posted my letter about starting a new job at Dreamworks I got a lot of messages and emails from people asking if I could talk about my journey more in detail and how I got here despite going to school in Pittsburgh for psychology and almost giving up on animation halfway through college. I know that I would have appreciated reading something like this a year and a half ago so I thought I’d share my story in the hopes that it might be able to help someone who is struggling. Plus: a detailed explanation of how social media has done so much for me as an artist.

Buckle in guys. Lots of text under the cut! 

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why your grades aren’t the most important thing in the world

story time!

when i took calculus one, for the first semester i was super sick and in-and-out of the hospital and missed a lot of the foundation stuff, so pretty much all of the class went completely over my head. i didn’t understand it whatsoever. around february i has a 56% in the class, and luckily by may i was able to bring it up to 72%. did i do shitty on the final? yep. did i get the lowest class grade i’ve ever gotten in my life? yep. did it bring down my GPA by a bit? yep. do i still low-key despise math because of that class? yep. but you know what else? i can look back at that class and see all of the hard work that i put into it. i know that i studied my butt off for that class even though i didn’t want to do it and it felt pointless since i had missed so much of the class already. but since i know that i tried my best, i don’t even mind that i barely skated by in that class. because i’m damn proud of that final grade of 72% because it’s better than the 56% that i had for most of the class. 

so with finals and report cards coming up in the next few weeks, don’t fixate on that one number. because here’s the thing, if you focus only on getting a perfect grade in the class, you will get stressed and anxious and are more likely to procrastinate because it feels impossible. but if you focus on just trying your best and don’t think too much about getting a perfect grade, you will feel more at ease and the good grades will come as a result to that positive outlook. for example, instead of saying “ugh i only have a 70% in this class it’s going to be impossible to bring my grade up”, try saying “i have slacked off in this class, that’s fine, i just need to work my ass off to bring it up and then i will feel better about my grade.” it’s okay if you didn’t do as well as you’d hoped, everyone has that one class that just kicks your ass. so don’t fret. take a breath. you got this.

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Steve Harrington x Reader

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PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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how to survive a long class

I don’t know about you, but long classes get the best of my ADHD. Today as I was sitting in my two hour composition lecture I thought of some helpful ways to endure a long class.

  1. Take a break. At my college, if a class is over two hours the professor is required to give a ten minute break. By the time came for the break, I was already in a hyper focus and didn’t want to take the break. This may vary from person to person, but I found that taking the break really helped even if it did mean a break from the hyper focus. In my experience of my first semester of college, the other students did not want the break and would just sit in the classroom. That may work for some, but I found getting out of the classroom really helped, even if it meant just taking a small walk. Take advantage of the breaks the teachers give you.
  2. Snacks, water, and meals. Most of the teachers don’t care if you eat in class, especially when it is a two hour+ class. Make sure you eat lunch/dinner before class if your class is around that time. Take some snacks and a bottle of water. It will help your mind and your mood. I always take a fun snack and eat it after the first hour to ‘reward‘ myself. 
  3. Fidgets. Use fidget toys. Personally, I don’t like big fidgets but rather the small ones that you can just hold in your hand. I know they make some fidgets that can work with pencils or something… I’m not sure:)  you could doodle too as long as that isn’t a distraction in itself. Another thing I find useful is taking notes even if I don’t need to. It keeps me focused and I remember the material better. A girl in one of my classes brings a coloring book to class. Find what works for you!
  4. Try making it a game. I think this is the inner child me but it helps so I thought I’d put it in just incase it helps someone else. I like making my class a game. I pretend. Sometimes I pretend I am on a reality TV show, other times I play the teacher and doing the classwork is preparing for the day. Sometimes it is making up a back story as to why I am in the class (example: I am Malala Yousafzai) or that I am practicing for a game show. Other times it is pretending I’m at Oxford.|

       Again, these may work for some and not for others. Fill free to add more/comment what helps you!

My forest Bean! She started her first obedience class last night and did great! She impressed the instructors with how much she knew. We did an exercise where they had to distract her from me and I had to call her back but they couldn’t get her to lose focus for long enough. I’m so proud of her!

I think I’m too hard on myself sometimes. I need to lighten up. SURE I failed my class, SURE I could have easily avoided it if I did my work earlier and actually turned in my final. But you know what? Snowboarding was DOPE as fuck and so am I.

trekbedtimestories  asked:

The cabal needs details about Chris. PLEASE. (also you are our new best friend)

Before you read further, you should know that I (naively) had no idea anyone would even see that tweet. I would never reveal details about the stories ANYONE wrote in that class because I would be mortified if someone shared details about the ones I was writing in 2002. That said, I can give you some context for the tweet and describe what I remember of him in the classroom.

Berkeley has a program called DECAL where students can create and teach courses on any topic they want, provided they can get it approved by a faculty sponsor. I took a DECAL called Erotic as Power my first semester there. It was basically a literary erotica creative writing class. We met twice a week, did assigned readings out of a course reader filled with erotic stories and comics and did weekly writing assignments on a variety of topics like “fantasy” and “transgression.” Each class, a couple people would share their work out loud and then we would workshop the stories. At the end of that first semester I was asked to student-teach the course in the spring and Chris Pine was in my class.

This was 15 years ago so there is a limit to what I can remember. I do remember there were about a dozen of us in the class and it was a workshop setting, so we had our desks in a big circle. He had not yet appeared in any tv shows or films and was a regular college student at the time but he fucking EXUDED confidence. That part stuck with me - when I saw on some blog years later that he had been cast as Captain Kirk in a reboot of Star Trek, I was like well that makes sense.

He would sort of slouch down in his chair the way cool guys often do and he almost always had a smirk on his face. He was as good at reading his stories out loud as you are imagining. He was smart and had good things to contribute to discussion. He performed his final project as a monologue.

Fun fact: my now-husband was a co-facilitator for the course! We were not yet dating that semester, but, years later, we saw The Princess Diaries II and were like “wait… is that Chris Pine?”

And it was. And we gave him notes his erotica. And life is really, really weird.

Study Session

pairing : billy hargrove x reader

warnings : smut, dirty talking, swearing, the good stuff ;)

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A/N : I CHANGED UP THE REQUEST A LITTLE BIT PLEASE DONT HATE ME I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE THE STORY MAKE A BIT MORE SENSE!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND IF YOU WANT TO SEND MORE REQUESTS I LOVE HEARING EVERYONES PROMPTS :)

Originally posted by mistress-gif

It was the talk of the entire school for almost a week when Billy Hargrove moved to Hawkins. The man looked like he was straight out of a magazine. And he’s from the beloved state of California. Everything about him made every woman swoon. His hair, his walk and oh my god his jeans.

I was walking down the hallway with my friend, Jessica when I first saw him. My eyes scanned over inch of him but I knew he’d never go for a girl like me, even if it was a night and we were both heavily intoxicated.

“What do you think of the new kid?” Jessica asked, practically breaking her neck to turn around and take another look at him.

“He’s alright.” I simply stated as I walked over to my locker beginning to open it.

“Come on, ‘alright’ he’s better than alright. He’s stunning.” She was almost drooling at this point.

As I pushed my books in my locker and grabbed a different binder for my next class, somebody came sliding up to the locker next to me.

I turned my head slightly and I was shocked to see Billy leaning up against the lockers raising his eyebrows at me.

“So, chemistry is kicking my ass and it’s only the first week and I heard you’re pretty smart so would you be willing to help me?” He asked, barely making eye contact, mostly looking at his hands as if he didn’t care.

“Sure, when are you free?” I asked, doing my best to keep calm.

“Today, after school. Does that work for you?” He stated more than asking and I nodded. Before I could form a sentence he was already walking off.

“How the hell did you manage to get a study date with Billy Hargrove?” Jessica asked awe stuck.

“It isn’t a date.” I smiled, finally closing my locker.

“Okay, sure, have fun study ‘chemistry’” She grinned and I rolled my eyes heading to my next class.

Once the final bell rang, I headed out the door to where Billy was, leaning up against his car, cigarette between his lips.

“You cool with working at my place?” He asked and I nodded, saying a simple yes before we both got into his car. As we drove away, far surpassing the speed limit I couldn’t help but feel my heart rate increase each inch we got closer to his house.

He opened the front door of his house for me, leading me to his room and closing the door behind him.

“So what do you want to work on first?” I asked as I set my bag down, going through to get my chemistry notes.

“I can think of a couple things.” Billy said seductively, I looked back to see him eyeing me up and down with a glisten in his eye.

“H-Here we can look over the notes that we took before you came here.” I stuttered out, laying down a packet of notes.

Billy brought over a chair as we sat down and I went over what the diagrams showed and how they correlated with the current topic we were learning in class right now.

“Are you starting to understand?” I asked and looked over at him.

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded smiling.

“Okay well I have some other worksheets I could let you look at to make sure you fully understand.” As I reached for a piece of paper in my binder I could feel Billy’s hand running up my thigh.

“I think I know this stuff pretty well, but I’d rather get to know you a little better.” He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I grabbed his hand, throwing it off me before handing him the paper.

“Try finishing that to make sure you got it.” I said sterny leaning back in the chair as he rolled his eyes, grabbing a pencil and quickly writing in answers.

“Here.” He said almost violently as he whipped the paper in my direction. I grabbed the paper, scanning over the answers.

“Half of this is wrong.” I stated.

“Yeah, it’s probably because I wasn’t really paying attention.” He shrugged and leaned back, kicking his feet up on the desk.

“Well, if you aren’t going to pay attention, I’m not going to waste my time.” I said rather annoyed and he sat up hastily.

“I just can’t wrap my head around the concept.” He said, slowly leaning in.

“Well then listen.” I offered. I could feel the room heat up as he leaned in until he pressed his lips to mine which resulted with me putting my hand on his chest, pushing him off.

“And the first step would be to stop trying to get with me.”

“Come on, you know you want to.” He grinned wildly.

He wasn’t wrong, I could feel my heat pooling where I needed him most.

“We need to study.”

“And I need to study you.” He whispered as he kissed me once more. At first I didn’t move, not because I didn’t want him to kiss me but because I did. My mind quickly played the pros and cons of this until I ultimately decided to melt into it. Kissing back with the feverly passion that he had.

My hands grabbed at the back of his neck and Billy pulled me out of the chair I was sitting in, to his lap. He wasted little time in pushing his tongue into my mouth, now starting a battle of dominance. I began grinding into him, satisfying both of our needs for friction by the pleasant moan he let out.

“Keep doing that princess.” He sighed as he kissed up and down my neck, jawline, and ear. I could feel the bulge in his pants growing as I moved faster against him.

Billy’s actions grew quicker as he ripped off his leather jacket and picked me up, throwing me down on his bed and sliding above me, ripping my shirt off and taking in my body.

“Fuck princess, I would’ve never taken someone like you for drop dead gorgeous.” He breathed out heavily before stripping his own shirt off. I️ blushed at the new pet name and I️ unclipped my bra as a wave of confidence rushed over me.

Billy’s pupils swelled at the sight and he wasted no time in taking extra care of them, massaging my right breast as his tongue swirled against my left one, lightly biting down causing me to whimper. He repeated the same actions on the other one and he sucked on the flesh around them until black and blue bruises littered my chest.

“I️ must say, I️ did a fucking good job. Wouldn’t you say?” He asked. I️ pushed myself up against him and slithered my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes,” I️ purred in his ear and I️ could hear him let out a low growl.

“What do you want me to do princess, huh? Do you want me to fuck the shit out of you. God, I️ want you to cum around my cock. Would you like that?” He whispered in a low tone and I️ moaned at his words.

“Yes, Yes Billy! Fuck me please.” I️ whined and he leaned back, chuckling slightly.

“You don’t know how turned on I️ get when I️ see you squirming beneath me.” He groaned and he began unbuttoning my pants.

Once he removed all of my clothing, he did the same with his.

Without warning he pushed himself into me, allowing us to moan out in sync.

“My cock feels so good around your tight fucking pussy.” Billy groaned as he thrusted. I️ grinded my hips, creating more friction as I️ let my nails rake up and down his back.

“Shit Billy, yes. Faster please.” I️ whined and he listened, speeding up his actions as I️ felt my orgasm beginning to come upon me.

“Billy, I’m close.” I️ moaned out as I️ gripped tightly on his long hair and he yelled out in pleasure at the harsh feeling of his hair being pulled.

“Good, cum for me princess. I️’ve wanted you to do that ever since I️ first saw you.” He groaned and gripped my hips, completely pounding into me.

I️ grabbed the back of his neck, biting and sucking on the flesh of his neck as I️ came from my high. The pleasure I️ gave Billy allowed him to fall from his high as well, as he came inside me. Billy thrusted hard a couple more times as we rode our orgasms out.

As we finished, Billy pulled out, practically collapsing on top of me.

“Now, that was some good shit.” He smirked before he laid his head on my chest and I️ ran my hands through his damp hair.

“I️ couldn’t agree more.”

spinzgirl  asked:

New girl in school claims to be dating Chat Noir, and Adrien is curious as to why it seems to bother Marinette so much.

So, this went a bit sideways.  I hope you like it anyway!


“Oh my god!  Alya!  For the last time, Amelie is not dating Chat Noir!”

“Alright, girl! Simmer down.  Right now, I have it tagged as an unsubstantiated rumor.  If—”

When,” Marinette interjected vehemently.

Alya rolled her eyes. “—or when we get confirmation one way or the other, I will update the post and its tags.  Until then, it stands.”

“Fine.  But I’m telling you now, it’s not true.” Marinette crossed her arms with a humpf and slouched in her seat.  “What is it with new girls and lying, anyway?  First Lila, two years ago, and now Amelie.  It’s ridiculous.”

“Hey!”  Alya knocked the back of her hand against Marinette’s shoulder in mock indignation.  “It wasn’t so long ago that I was the new girl!”

“Did I say your name? No, because apparently you were the last New Girl to have a decent moral compass.”

Adrien studied Marinette’s expression curiously.  She was right, of course, but why was she so sure?  How did she know?  And why did it seem to bother her so much?

“Dude, why are you freaking out over this?” Nino asked, echoing Adrien’s own thoughts.  “I thought you weren’t into the whole Ladynoir thing.”

Surprisingly, Marinette’s first reaction was to blush.  

A lot.

“I’m—I’m not!  I just hate it when people lie, and I hate it more when their lies involve other people.  What if Chat Noir did have a girlfriend, and these lies got back to her?”

“Valid, but only based on the assumption that the new girl is lying.”

“She is lying!”

Nino and Alya both groaned, but Adrien only tilted his head curiously.  “What makes you so sure?”

Her eyes widened, and darted to the side.  “I just am.”

Adrien accepted her answer and let it drop.

For the moment, anyway.

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Renaissance

this is the photography!harry piece based off of this request:  

hello! can you do where harry is a photographer and he needs a model for an upcoming project or something so he asks y/n since he couldn’t find anyone. and during that process, both developed feelings towards one another.

Y/N liked to sit alone in the dining room. She didn’t like to watch people eat or have others watch her eat. And, she definitely wasn’t a fan of small talk. Or talking at all. She didn’t like it because she wasn’t good at it. She wasn’t good at it because she didn’t do it. She didn’t do it because she didn’t like it. It was a vicious cycle, really. 

This wasn’t to say that she didn’t have any friends because she did. Those who bothered to stick it out past her social awkwardness and the unnecessarily high walls she built around herself usually were there for life. Said friends, however, refused to wait for her to get out of class and went to eat somewhere else without her. Since she didn’t have a car she was left to fend for herself in the dining room. Which she didn’t mind as long as she was left alone. 

Apparently Harry Styles didn’t get the memo. He was this real sweet kid she saw around in the arts department a lot. They were both fine arts majors, but she specialised in painting and sketching while he specialised in photography. In their first couple years they had a few general ed classes together, so she was friendly whenever they came into contact with each other but they weren’t friends. That was why his sudden presence at her table was so perplexing. They were wave from across the hall close not sit with each other at lunch close.
She looked up from her plate, slowly finishing a mouthful of carbonara, eyeing him suspiciously. “How… may I help you?”

He flashed a big, bright smile at her which was honestly a bit off-putting. “How are you doing, beautiful?”

“I’m fine… just, ya know, trying to get some ATP.” He looked at her with a blank expression. “Adenosine triphosphate… Like, cellular energy… that comes from– ya know what? Never mind. I’m a nerd. Why are you trying to butter me up?”

He sighed. “I know we don’t talk often.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “…Or, at all, but I need to ask you for a favour.”

She patted around her mouth with a napkin in an attempt to stall time. She wondered why he couldn’t ask one of the other million people he knew. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t her friends have waited for her to get out of class? She figured hearing him out wouldn’t be the worst thing ever, though. “Well, I can’t guarantee I’ll do it, but what is it?”

“I’m working on a project, and I need a model. My last one flaked out on me.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “Why?”

“She found out I wasn’t paying,” he pouted.

She puckered her lips. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Anyway, I’m doing, like, a modern recreation of renaissance art. And, I really really really need your help.”

She squinted her eyes at him. There had to be something he wasn’t telling her. She was more than certain that he could convince any other girl to model for him. She knew at least three girls who had a legitimate crush on him, five girls who wanted to get in his pants, and really any living creature could be charmed into doing it once he batted his eyes in their direction. The dude was beautiful. “What aren’t you telling me, Styles?”

He winced at the question before blowing raspberries into the air. “Are you… familiar with… The Birth of Venus and Venus of Urbino?”

“Of course I am,” she responded immediately. When he didn’t say anything, she thought back over what he just asked her until the gears in her brain were fully turning. Her eyes widened. “You want me to pose nude?” she whisper shouted. 

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