School - Blog Posts
having to wait a long time for a doctors appointment sucks, because until i got proof i am not getting any accomodations from my school and it's affecting my health even more
i love teachers that offer accommodations in class without me even asking for it
i explained to my teacher today that my medical condition won't just go away, there is no cure... he said that it can't be true, because he can't believe that all you're being told is "you just gotta live with it"
he also said i shouldn't choose my carreer path depending on how doable it would be with my illnees, but this is my reality... i need to consider things like that
thinking about the time i fainted and after managing to get up with my friends help i walked up to my gym teacher telling him i gotta sit down and he refused to let me because "sitting down will make you feel worse"
SIR i have a chronic illness and was just laying face down in the gass...
but he obviously didn't notice cause he was too busy yelling at me for being late
(he knows too, it's not like he's unaware of me having health issues)
SMTH that I thought was rlly funny so I'm posting it here:
Me, the End of the math class: oh look a grape *points on something that looks like a squashed grape on the ground*
My brother: ...
My brother: sadge *takes a pic* blueberry
Me: I thought it was a grape?
My brother: *leans and looks at it really closely* looks like a blueberry
My brother: it could be a grape tho
@dimp404
That feeling when you're surrounded by people you're not sure actually like you and you say something random and basic and they get like obsessed and start kinda laughing like you missed a joke but they're still being nice so you really can't tell if they're being nice or not...
Me: can I go to the bathroom?
Teacher: Why didn’t you go during lunch
the bathroom during lunch:
Some motherfuckers starting full on revolutions and cults in the bathrooms during lunch
Hi guys!
So, for my high school English class(not disclosing my grade), we're currently writing a 5 page essay.. :/ I'm in the deepest shit ever when it comes to motivation for school writing, and I'm not even sure how to start or transition certain areas.
If some of you guys could leave tips on;
• How to get more motivated?
• What writing style teachers appreciate more?
• How to make paragraphs longer?
• Word choices, and tips surrounding that?
• Anything else you think would help!
Thanks, :))
Things that happened in chemistry today:
1. Teacher said this weekend was better than any weekend he'd ever had
Why? He took his baby to this gymnastics thingy (valid)
This was rated better than:
1. When he beat an American record in pole vaulting
2. When he played in Germany for American pole vaulting
3. His wedding
4. When he took said baby home for the first time
2. A mole went 'missing' for st.patricks day
3. Said mole is apparently named Moledo (Like waldo)
4. Teacher apparently lets Moledo go out at night to catch worms n shit
5. Moledo is dead. He was murdered.
Teacher said his goodbyes to Moledo
We couldn't hear him cause he was in the courtyard and we were in the halls
6. We were sent to investigate Moledos death
7. We were the only class to sprint (If we collected the evidence cards in under 7 min we got extra credit)
RIP Moledo
He will be missed 😔
My class had it's last day together before splitting up tomorrow. We had a really cool party. Even our homeroom teacher brought some alcohol for us (he is a real sweetheart).
I just noticed now but I will miss those a**holes, we always had fun together.
I had so much alcohol today
A cup and a half of cherry liquor,
One small bottle of chardonnay
One small bottle of Rotkäppchen sparkling wine
Half a glass gin
Half a glass vodke
Some Jack daniels
I don't even know how I am typing rn
My limbs feel like thy are not part of my body
That's normal tho
Day 43: It's Motto-week, meaning my all classes in my year get to dress up.
Today's theme: Character from a Movie/Series
My costume: Giyuu Tomioka
On the pictures you can also see:
My friend wearing a Mary Poppins costume as well as a girl from a parallel class dressed up as Shinobu.
We had to take the chance for funny pictures
I need everyone to reblog with a school doodle that ended up as something you're really proud of. I'll go first.
It's been awhile T~T
School has decided to swamp me with homework for the last two weeks of the semester, I haven't had any chance to sit down and draw! I've done some writing and have a general idea of how I want to tell the story of The Phantom's Façade AU...
It's going to be short stories with a full illustration each. I've got three written so far and a fourth in the works, but they're only five hundred words each... Obviously there'll be a big overarching story-
Anyway, I don't know how much progress I'll make on anything art related until the start of the second semester, sorry!
Okay, I need to talk about this.
I am currently a history student studying British politics in the last half of the 20th century, and, in this course, you learn how to analyse a source. A source. This means a photograph, newspaper, extract of a speech, etc. From that time period.
I’m British myself, so this is an A-Level course (a specialisation where you choose 3/4 subjects to study over 2 years), so you’d think they’d be fairly serious about this kind of stuff.
Except, after learning about a reaction to problems in Ireland, we were given a source, and the preface from our professor was that this source, was AI generated.
As in they AI generated something for us to learn and extrapolate information from.
They passed off an AI source as a genuine thing in order to manipulate the information we would learn from it.
React to this how you will, but, personally, I think that is fucking dangerous.
Mostly I’m anti-capitalist, but going from 6 hours of schoolwork to 6 hours of an actual job feels good because I’m paid for it and I don’t have to worry about time (even with the fact that I actually got burned twice, and I only realised one of those times!)
I consider myself something of an academic weapon B] (I have ADHD but will cry till I throw up if I make anything below a B)
I had a really weird experience with my teacher the other day.
Now for context, he's not my teacher. I had him for calculus last year after I switched from AB to on-level and got a near 100 in the class. I signed up for a teacher assistant position with him, thinking I'd be helping teach calculus. Nope. I ended up being a TA for Algebra 1 instead.
He's a very... interesting person, to say the least, and I've heard really mixed things about him over the year. I don't know where he stands on any issue I care about very much. I haven't had the courage to ask him about AI. I don't think he particularly cares for politics that much—not that I particularly care what he thinks—and has given very mixed responses on things. He seems to like Elon Musk, as he said that we're "Very fortunate to be in a time with him in it" or something of the sort because of what he did with electric cars.
But one thing I am absolutely certain of is that he doesn't like psychology and said at one point in front of the class of freshmen that I want to pursue a career in "stupid science." Now, mind you, there are at least two other kids in that class who want to go into psychology for a career. Which is awesome. I love that people have a passion for studying the mind.
He said that therapists (in a different instance) are hurting people more than helping people, and if I want to be a therapist, then I should just open a workout therapy place and call it a day. Because, according to him, workout is just as affective against Depression as antidepressants it's for mild depression, mild depression you ignorant fuck not major depressive disorder-- -_-
Anyway, I noticed that the kids in my class are making some rather inappropriate jokes about schizophrenia and being gay (which isn't a mental disorder, but I heard some distasteful comments that I couldn't let go unnoticed) before the break, and I had a long time to think on it, so when I came back, I asked Mr. Algebra teacher if I could talk to the class about how what they were saying wasn't okay.
He said that I have two minutes at the end of class, which isn't nearly enough time for me to talk about everything, but whatever. What struck me as odd and probably a Red Flag was how he kept trying to refute it and say that I shouldn't talk about it too seriously because they're just being immature. I made the argument that, yes, it's immature but it's also perpetuating stigmas that we don't want going around that can seriously hurt people and that what they were saying wasn't okay regardless. He said that people back in middle school said worse things like the r-word (which was also said here, but I didn't mention it), and I said sure but this is still bad as well. He said that I WAS RIGHT TO DO THIS AND SHOULD DO THIS 99 percent of the time, and internally I was just like why are you arguing with me and trying to backtrack this accomplishes nothing. He told me that I shouldn't expect for the issue to be resolved completely. I said I didn't expect it to.
I go up there and deliver my very awesome speech that he interrupted to make me get to my point faster, I guess. After I finished, he pulled me to the side and asked me what went well and what didn't. Which just felt... weird? I said that I think it went really well overall and that I didn't think anything was wrong. He said that he wished I didn't group the conversation about the gay stuff with the conversation about the schizophrenia and ocd stuff. To me, it felt like a very clear connection but oh well. He reiterated that I shouldn't expect to see much change. I said okay.
It's been almost a month.
GUESS WHO HASN'T HEARD A SINGLE COMMENT ABOUT SCHIZOPHRENIA, GAY INSULTS, OR ANYTHING REGARDING CALLING ANOTHER CLASSMATE OCD?
ME.
Take that, Mr. Algebra teacher.
It's the little wins that help me make it through the day, but honestly, this one is just completely boosting my self-esteem and confidence about being in the psychology field in the future.
Senior letters are so hard to write because of how blurry my vision gets with the tears.
The worry that this is all going to end and I’m never going to talk to them again. The sadness of knowing that our roads are going down different paths.
The pride I feel of how far they’ve come and how many different adventures we’ve gone on. The inside jokes. The stories. The lore.
The vulnerable moments. The good times. The bad times.
And I have to summarize all of that and include well wishes in a single letter????
My heart is going to explode. I love every one of these people so much.
Did I have to rush my essay? Yes. Did I turn it in 10 minutes before midnight when it was due? Yes. Did I proofread it? No. Did I probably fuck it up at least a bit? Yeah. Did I get a good grade? We'll see.
But at least I didn't use AI. I wrote a good, genuine, shitty essay, instead of getting a program to write a shitty essay for me that would probably be easily flagged as AI.
WRITE SHITTY ESSAYS!!! A BAD GRADE FROM TRYING IS BETTER THAN A ZERO FROM GETTING CAUGHT USING AI!!!
Adults are always so concerned about me doing extracurriculars.
But-but you have bad grades because you don't do your homework!
Hate to break it to you, but that homework wouldn't be done even if I didn't have rehearsal
But you keep complaining about being in pain!
Yes, and I handle it. I'd still be in pain anyways.
But you aren't sleeping or eating enough!
True, but I'm working on it. It would be the same if I weren't in theatre
But you obviously shouldn't be doing this thing you like because you're a mess and you have other things that you should do!
Look. If I weren't doing theatre or extra choir stuff, I still would be mostly the same. I wouldn't do my busy work homework that I don't need to do to learn. I would be in pain having to move around and do things and live my life. I would have problems with self care, and mental health, and schoolwork.
But one thing that would be different? I wouldn't be as happy.
Theatre and singing have always been the best things in my life. I've made so many friends and become so much more confident in myself. I feel so amazing getting to do all these things. The only thing taking that away would accomplish is making me miserable.
I wouldn't be focusing more on my schoolwork. I'd be focusing more on the big chunk of my soul that was just ripped out. I wouldn't be magically cured of my physical and mental ailments. I would just have no reason to get out of bed in the morning anymore, or do anything productive or meaningful.
Trying to take away my happiness is not an effective solution. That's how I end up back in and out of the hospital every two months.
I'm super unwell, but I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm already behind on the small amount of work we've done this semester so far.
My legs feel like they're being torn apart from the inside, my head aches, I'm nauseous, fatigued, and really lightheaded and dizzy.
But I can't start accumulating absences or skipping assignments. So I gotta deal. Why must my body torture me?
I decided to write a bit about learning disabilities and my opinions on how they are handled in schools. I handwrote it as a demonstration of how my dysgraphia still affects my writing, but I also typed up a translation for anyone who might have trouble reading that.
Just had the random urge to make a post while watching Howl's Moving Castle in school. So here's a post. We ran out of things to do so we're watching Howl's Moving Castle.
Teacher caught me drawing this gayass Shadow in the middle of math class and she recognized him from "one of those games" I might actually sh@ot myself 😭😭
Doing a prejudice exercise in a class full of roadmen and clean girls is not for the weak because tfym you actually STRUGGLE to think of a reason you'd be judged in public I can think of at least 5 slurs I've been called consecutively do better y'all😭...
Effect vs. Affect
I just came up with a fun way to remember when to use effect or affect.
Think about: Affect-ion
You give affection and are thus effected positively.
Affect is the intrusion or the causation and effect is the solution.
The rain affects the garden by watering it. The garden is effected by the rain.
Affect refers to an action that will/is/has interrupted the previous norm. Effect refers to the act of being influenced by something else
