#bad student

[princetofbone]

I'm really disappointed in myself. I asked for an extension on my physics test so I could try and prepare, and despite "trying" I didn't study hardly at all, and I hadn't been paying attention in class where I should've been, so now I know there is no hope of me getting a good grade on this test. At this point, I will be pleased if i get over 50%. My grade (already a C) is going to drop and I don't know if I will be able to get it back up.

There comes a point where you know that no matter how much harder you try, you've set yourself up for failure, and sometimes, it's best to move on and do well somewhere where you know you can succeed if you put in the effort rather than throwing bricks at a wall that will never come down.

[anselrogers]

i was the top student when i became the bad student

[malkmaged130]

İ have to confess

I was a perfect student, all teachers liked me. I was smart and polite and always listening.

However

I didn't like most of the teachers, I was really smart but I always mocked them behind their backs, and I always faked listening. I put my earbuds listening to music while nodding to them occasionally, asking for a repeat of the question if they asked a question to have a chance and lower the volume.

I'm sorry for you my dear teachers. But I never kept a paper you gave, I always made them plane papers or ships or hats.

[nando161mando]

[icarussomehow]

Overachiever tries to be silly and carefree for a while: 13 dead 9 injured

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Academy First Experience

Narrated by Marina.

Narrator: It's a sunny day. The main thoroughfare in the Cicia School of Design campus is lit brightly by dappled sunlight.

Narrator: I glide over the speckles of light on my skateboard, the cool breeze in my face.

Narrator: There's still a while before the idol contests. My brother and I have arrived once again at Cicia School of Design.

Marina: Aww, it's such a nice day! If only Aeon would play with me... but he insisted on doing research in the archives.

You: He's got important business to deal with, you know.

Narrator: I have important business, too! It's just that his business is too boring. Not for me!

Narrator: Anyway, where are all the students? We've been walking for a while and we haven't seen anyone!

You: They're probably in class.

Narrator: In class?

Choose either "You've never been in class before?" or "People come to university to take classes."

If "never been," ...

You: Why do you look so surprised? Have you never been in class before?

Narrator: O-of course I have! My brother taught me to read. But it was so boring! I couldn't stand it.

Narrator: This is my first time in a real "school", though.

If "university," ...

You: Yeah. People come to college to attend class.

Narrator: This is my first time in a real "school"... I was homeschooled by my brother.

Marina: Going to class sounds boring. I'd definitely want to sneak out halfway!

--

Marina: Anyway, now that we're here, let's go see how the classes are like!

Narrator: Suddenly intrigued, I hope off my skateboard and run towards the nearest building.

Narrator: Nikki told me about university life before. It's got all sorts of activities and sounds super fun!

Narrator: But this building is so quiet. I can only hear the teacher speaking when I get very close. What a boring place!

Narrator: Pressing my face against a window in the back of the classroom, I peer into the classroom.

Narrator: The bald teacher with a stern face is speaking a mile a minute, while the front-row students avidly take notes.

Marina: They sure write fast...

You: These are what they call straight-A students. They usually sit in the first two rows.

Marina: Those at the back, however...

Narrator: Instead of taking notes, they're hiding behind their textbooks, passing notes, reading novels, scrolling on their phones.

You: Well, these people are the opposite of straight-A students. They usually sit in the back.

Narrator: They're much more interesting to me.

Narrator: The teacher suddenly slams a hand on the podium and calls a name. A girl in a wizard outfit in the back row stands up drowsily.

Bald Teacher: Please answer this question.

Young Girl: Uh... it's... it's...

Narrator: She keeps sending pleading looks at her deskmate while repeating the same words.

Narrator: Her deskmate is a cute-looking youth dressed like a noble ready for the royal banquet.

Narrator: From behind his textbook, the youth mouths the answer at the poor girl, who tries her best to figure out his meaning.

Young Girl: The chicken coops... of the kingdom...

Narrator: The students burst out laughing, while the youth buries his face in his hands and sighs. And then the girl finally gets it.

Young Girl: Oh, I know! The three coups of Pigeon Kingdom! They happened during the reign of the following kings...

Narrator: The girl finishes answering without a hitch. The teacher, though looking mildly annoyed, allows her to sit down.

Marina: See? Those at the back are more fun.

Narrator: I suddenly find myself wishing I had fun deskmates like them, too, when my brother homeschools me.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[daveinediting]

Yesterday I laid out a part of my story as it intersects with education and how that education informs my belief in the interplay of subconscious and conscious processes.

Interplay?

Sure. A lot of the time it's not obvious right away. Sometimes, sure. But sometimes months, maybe years later.

As brand new information and as new mental associations that point the way forward.

I said it before, I'll say it again: I was not a model student. I legitimately pissed off some of my teachers. I drove others to distraction. Even the ones who taught me things I actually use in my professional life... I gave them a hard time, too.

The Education of Me was a pretty gnarly process.

During that gnarly process, however, something in my brain held onto certain experiences and knowledge, most of which I did not consider relevant to my life at the time. In general, the categories are: performing arts, literature, and writing. And my future career was light years from my awareness.

In school, from elementary halfway through my senior year in college, I thought I'd be something about writing. By high school I'd zoomed in on journalism. By my senior year in college I thought for sure advertising.

So I was not consciously learning what I would later need to know in order to sustain a future career I was in no way preparing myself for.

Lemme give you one example of how that played out.

I was working on the music for a pretty lengthy section of a show for broadcast television. The section of show was about a humanitarian organization and some of its component parts. So I got to thinking about how the music could be and immediately my brain came back with the word Rondo.

Rondo?

Yes. It's a music form in which you establish a theme and follow it with another theme. Then you come back to the original theme. Then you jump to a new theme. Repeat as necessary. 

The themes wander about a bunch but are always anchored to the original. The form is represented as A-B-A-C-A-D-A and so on. And it's a pretty good template when you're crafting music for a thing with parts.

A thing...

With parts.

And my brain comes back at me with BAM.

Rondo.

I wasn't a very good piano student, by the way. I never practiced, really. Not seriously. Not intentionally. Not relentlessly and methodically. But I do remember sonatas and variations and, yes, rondos. Although here's the thing:

I only practiced one rondo that I'm aware of. From Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 8 (Pathétique), the third movement, Rondo: Allegro. 

I could play some of it... but not all of it. I could perform what I could already perform without practice. So yeah.

This one song, this Rondo, didn't mean that much to me.

And yet...

And yet, when presented with a thing with parts, my brain recognized the form from this one area of my life I didn't much pay attention to and applied it to this other area of my life for which I was being, you know, paid.

So.

When the sequence for which I was crafting music focused on the main organization, that was the A theme. Anytime we pivoted to one of the organization's departments, that was the B, C, or D theme.

It worked, by the way.

It worked well. 

That's, I think, my most memorable story of onboarding a lot of random knowledge as opposed to getting it on demand.

And it is how my brain works.

[mumblesplash]

(teaching my art class)

me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?

a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-

me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald

gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-

me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa

[dysfunctional-doodle]

“Why don’t they use cloaking broaches?” Well here’s why. They are literally overgrown turtles - remove the ‘mutant’ and you get…this.

-> Commissions || My Kofi || Tip Jar :) <-

This was supposed to be a comic for my chat fic, Too Many Turtles, but i uh have not managed to complete it yet. I wanted to take a break from uni work, but instead I’m still constantly busy because of course I am 😭

I also have new stickers on my redbubble shop! Tumblr hates the link but if you check out my other socials, or search DrunkOnDoodles. Curse tumblr fr

[abdy-18]

I love how Twilight literally made the minimum effort to disguise Franky as a woman XD Realistically, it should be easier for him to disguise Franky, a 1'66cm tiny guy as a woman than to disguise himself, a 1'87cm muscular guy. I know he did it on purpose just to make fun of Franky.

Look at him, that's the face of someone who's laughing his head off inside

Even the first thing Twilight did when he met Franky was to laugh at him, i cant- HASDG

But now that I think about it, that was probably the first time Loid laughed in a long, long time. Damn this post was supposed to be funny-

[seokminfilm]

printer problems — vernon chwe

🤍 pairing, vernon chwe x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, loosely (and i mean LOOSELY) based on the tv show abbott elementary, first-grade teacher!vernon, kindergarten teacher!reader, vernon is whipped, coworkers to ???, lowkey flirting, svt members mentioned as teachers, cursing (vernon says like 4 curse words), awkward vernon ftw

🤍 summary, the seemingly untouchable first-grade teacher vernon chwe has a little (read: huge) crush, and it's on none other than the sweet kindergarten teacher (aka you)

🤍 author's note, i was scrolling on my 'for you' page on tumblr today and saw a post by @miniskirtmods talking about an abbott elementary au with vernon and i was instantly enamored with the idea 😭 yes i know nothing about this show BUT this was just too cute of an idea to exist SO here we are!

(psa: if you don't know about this show, no worries!! there are no references to the show in this because i know nothing about it and don't want to look stupid trying to know 😭 so just enjoy it as a teacher!vernon fic)

🤍 now playing, mutt (leon thomas)

🤍 word count, 924 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

vernon felt like a second-grader, taking his measly lunch of a turkey sandwich and ranch-flavored veggie straws to the teacher's table as he spied out the land.

("spying out the land" meaning trying to find a place to sit among the many teachers that made this underfunded school what it is.)

he could sit with fifth-grade teacher soonyoung who had a worrying obsession with tiger-print clothes, second-grade teacher joshua who all the staff thought was secretly gay, or maybe even third-grade teacher seokmin who also doubled as the school's event planner, music teacher and librarian.

(yes, they were that understaffed.)

all of those options paled in comparison to you, though—the new kindergarten teacher who everyone loved. you had gotten on everyone's good side in just a short time, and all of your students loved you, singing your praises as they went through the halls.

and vernon's in love with you—how? he doesn't truly know? why? well, he can list a hundred things, but over half of that list would make him sound desperate for your company.

(which wasn't all a lie, either.)

so, vernon, like the second-grade loser he feels like, awkwardly makes his way over to the end of the table where you sit, munching on carrots after dealing with a small disagreement between kids arguing about which sour patch kids flavor was better.

"hi, chwe." you smile, eyes meeting his for the ninth time today—not that vernon was counting or anything. that would be crazy.

...that would be crazy.

"hey," vernon tries his best to be nonchalant, throwing his boxed lunch on the plastic, slightly rickety table as he falls into his seat. his wire-framed glasses slide awkwardly down his nose as he looks down at the box, and he feels his cheeks heat up as you chuckle at him.

"your day been uneventful so far?" you ask sweetly, taking a bite of your salad as you watch vernon slowly. he unpacks his lunch, neatly arranging it before discarding his lanyard with his teacher id enclosed and wetting his lips.

"yeah, thankfully. i mean a kid did almost shit in his chair in my classroom, but that's nothing too new." vernon looks up at you through his eyelashes, admiring the sound of your pretty giggles. god, even your giggles were pretty.

"what about you? how's your day going?" vernon asks, finally taking a bite of his food as he watches you scroll on your phone. your hair falls in your face perfectly, obscuring most of your face except your pretty eyes as you return your gaze back to vernon. and that's the tenth time you've looked him in his eyes.

"it's going pretty good! we played with toys most of the day since the printer stopped working, and we—for some odd reason—we went and got the gym teacher to fix it." you say with a confused tone of voice, and vernon laughs to himself, trying to hide it.

that was very true—the school, being critically understaffed and underfunded (double wham), had a small circle of people who were assigned to do different things. mingyu, the gym teacher, was also the last-minute technician at the school.

"mingyu can't fix anything most of the time, let alone a fucking printer. i don't know why we still let him try to repair things." vernon laughs, and you shake your head, shrugging.

"i don't know, i think it's chivalrous for him to try to fix something, even if he doesn't know how to do it. it's cute, seeing him struggle sometimes." you smile down at your food, and vernon's smile fades just slightly, your words cutting like silly scissors.

vernon wasn't one for fixing things—he'd try to, sure, but as soon as he knew there was no use trying, vernon would stop.

mingyu, on the other hand, wasn't a quitter. he'd do what he did without fail, and whether it worked or not, he'd give it his best. and mingyu was cute while struggling to try to fix things? vernon might as well die, then.

who knew that vernon would ever want to switch places with mingyu? he'd do anything to have you talk about him like that.

"hey, i can fix your printer." before vernon is thinking, vernon is speaking, and he and all of his coworkers know how that ends.

you're staring at him with surprise in your soft, doe-like eyes, and god, vernon feels like he's melting on the spot. you're leaning in just slightly, fork in mid-stab as you eye vernon down. "you can?"

vernon knows he can't fix anything, let alone a whole printer, but with you staring at him like that, how can he say no?

"of course i can." vernon runs with the lie, shrugging nonchalantly and glancing down at his watch to quickly regain his composure.

"let me work on it after school. i'll stay late if you stay late." vernon feels a surge of confidence rush through him, and you smile, raising a playful eyebrow as you smirk at him.

"are you asking me on a date, chwe?" you say teasingly, and vernon's lithe lips part to reveal the prettiest smile you think you've ever seen.

"if you want to call fixing the school's rickety-ass printer after school hours a date, then yeah," vernon says with another shrug, and you nod, smiling as the bell rings, signifying the end of lunch. the two of you stand up, sounds of children filling the room loudly as you mouth: "it's a date."

[blackpearlblast]

Brown University students are launching an indefinite hunger strike for Palestine

they are asking for their university to divest from companies profiting from the genocide in gaza and openly call for a ceasefire and will not eat until the university governing bodies hears and considers a divestment resolution. if you are not familiar with the physical toll a hunger strike takes on the body, it might be worth looking up to get a better sense of what a significant action these students are taking. the university's highest governing body is having their first meeting of 2024 on february 8-9th so let's rally around them to muster even more pressure on brown university.

brown university contact page: let's state our support for these students and let brown university know the world will be watching what happens next!

additional reading: coverage of this story in the university's student news paper - get to know some of the hunger strikers

[asparkinhereyes]

one of my fav headcanons for damian is that he's one of those kids who graduates high school early, and i just think it'd be funny if he was going to college at around the same time tim is, for the sole reason that it would drive tim batshit insane.

[choccy-milky]

how to scare a goody two-shoes ravenclaw 👵🏻

[littlemissdelusive]

Let me be your little secret please just once,,

I promise I won't tell anyone about what we do.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Random musings about an episode where Spectra disguised herself as a student, rather than a counselor to sow misery within the high school! Spreading gossip, being outright malicious, shattering friendships, and all that jazz! Plus, using that fact she looks like a teen against Danny, since unless cornering her, he couldn't fight her without looking like he's attacking a random student.