#history tutors

[iotavenews]

[kiddokori]

his ass is NOT getting up for his 8am lecture

[too-many-lavellans]

Andros be finding out.

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

No thoughts just imagine getting hired by Satoru's parents to be his college tutor. You found the ad on craigslist, and you apply not thinking much of it. The post said something about their son being complicated to work with, but the sweet pay of $100 an hour seemed too good to turn down for a college student like yourself.

So you arrive at Satoru's place and he seems unfazed by you. "Let's go to my room, I'm bored," he says, and you quickly nod scrambling to your feet as you make your way up the stairs of his parent's mansion.

When he closes the door behind you, he quickly tosses his glasses on his bed. "So, my parents really did hire you, huh." is all he says as he takes a seat on his chair, motioning for you to take a seat on his bed.

You nod, "Yes, they wanted me to help me with your history class-"

"-I'm not too concerned about that," he takes out his phone and shows you a photo of a bombshell blonde, hugging another man. "Do you think she's pretty?" he leans in too closely for your liking and your breath hitches. "it's okay, you can say anything. she's a bitch." Satoru catches your eyes widen and laughs.

"she... she's kinda pretty..." you say, cocking your head to the side. "but that tan looks painfully awful," surprised to hear your honest words, the college boy your age laughs hysterically. "That's what I was thinking too! Tell you what, how about we go to a party in a few hours, hm? You'll get your money's worth." he grins, "Ever gone inside a corvette?"

[thetiredprometheus]

oh so when Evelyn Hugo has seven husbands she's 'an icon' and 'a girlboss', but when I, Henry the eight-

[fine-arts-gallery]

A Young Scholar and his Tutor (c. 1630) by Rembrandt van Rijn.

[cadybear420]

Every masterpiece

Has its cheap copy

[aesthetics-over-ethics]

take my Cultist Sim/Book of Hours lore quiz pretty pretty please 🙏🙏

[scotianostra]

August 21st 1798 saw the death of James Wilson, one of the Founding Fathers of the United States and a signatory of the United States Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution.

Wilson was born on September 14th 1742 at Carskerdo,Farm, near Ceres, the fourth of the seven children of Alison Landall and William Wilson, a Presbyterian farming family.

He attended the Universities of St.Andrews, Glasgow, and Edinburgh. He never finished his studies, as he sailed for the New World in 1765. Aided by some letters of introduction, he became a tutor with the College of Philadelphia. He received an honorary M.A. shortly thereafter. In November 1767, he was admitted to the bar, and thus pursuing his recent-born interest in the law. He set up his own practice in Reading in the year 1768. He was quite successful, as he handled nearly half of the cases charged in the country court.

In 1774, he wrote an essay with the title:“ Considerations on the Nature and Extent of the Legislative Authority of the British Government.” He distributed this article among the members of the First Continental Congress. Within those pages, he set down a number of arguments which severely challenged the parliamentary authority over America. In the final conclusion of this manuscript, he states that Parliament had no power whatsoever over the American colonies. Although he accepted in some ways the power of the Monarch, he would not subject himself to the whims of Parliament, in which the colonies had no representation. His manuscript was read in both America and England, and created quite a stir. He was one of the first to ever voice these opinions in a sensible, well-argumented manner.

As a member of the Pennsylvanian Provincial Congress, he made a passionate speech about the possibility of an unconstitutional act made by Parliament. Judicial Review, the American system of checking governmental acts with the Constitution, was on its way.

In the same year, 1775, he signed the Declaration of Independence as a member of the Second Continental Congress. According to sources, it seems he hesitated at first, but signed anyway. This was due to the fact that he was a representative of the Middle States, where opinions about independence differed. But by signing the Declaration, he broke the deadlock the Pennsylvania delegation was in. His signature made sure Pennsylvania voted for independence.

During the next years he was an occasional member of the Continental Congress, and was present at the Constitutional Convention of 1787, which assembled with the purpose of drafting The Constitution of the United States of America. Here he was a very influential figure, whose ideas where heavily incorporated in one of the most important documents in history. Thus the Constitution bears his signature.

In 1789, he became a professor of law at the University of Pennsylvania, and in the same year was appointed associate justice of the Supreme Court.

It’s not all good news on this Scottish born American though, he was a terrible businessman and he took flight to escape imprisonment for debt. Eventually his $197,000 debt sent him to jail twice, but only for short stays. This didn’t seem to have affected his duties as a judge though as he continued on the Federal judicial circuit despite his misdemeanors.

In 1798, James Wilson suffered a bout of malaria and then died of a stroke at the age of 55, he was buried in the Johnston cemetery on Hayes Plantation near Edenton, but was later reinterned in 1906 at Christ Churchyard, Philadelphia.

[necromancy-savant]

I really hope my history professor from undergrad is still alive. Idk if he remembers me, but I remember him. He said I was the only student in all his years of teaching to say "I want to learn Akkadian." But that's not quite accurate: what I said was, "hey, I've been working through this book (it was Caplice) over winter break every day and I'm on chapter 8 and I think I'm doing ok, but I have some questions. Can you help me out?" And he was very impressed, I think. He answered all my questions; told me I got all the translations as correct as you can get them. He called me Lugal Edward, Sumerian for "king." He gave me printouts of all of Hammurabi's laws. He lent me his sign list that had every historical version of every single cuneiform sign ever. It was in French, but that didn't matter; I knew exactly what to do with a sign list. That summer I would skateboard to the library with my books and spend a few hours translating Hammurabi's laws. I developed my own cuneiform shorthand that only I know bc I wasn't about to literally draw out every santakku every single time. I went on a field trip to Yale with a few people from the class and we used real cylinder seals. I got to use a stylus much nicer than the one I made at home from chopsticks to write with. He pointed out to me on their replica Hammurabi the signs I knew and I could read it. On my 24th birthday, (he didn't know it was my birthday until I admitted it late in the day) he took me to a lecture at Yale by Stephanie Dalley who authored my favorite collection of translations of Mesopotamian myths. I got to meet her and meet all the guys I'd read all the books by (it's not a huge field so you do get to know who's who pretty quickly.) And he bragged about me to all of them. It was the best birthday ever. After Hammurabi, I worked my way up to translating historical texts and some of my favorite myths on my own. In grad school I finally got my hands on Enuma Elish. I didn't have as much time as I would have wanted to sit and translate it, what with my actual coursework, but I did go over my favorite parts. It was the myth that made me want to learn the language in the first place. I hope to god that he's alive and that I can reach out to him still - because forget all of that, literally: I had a bad life before I went to that school and I've made nothing of myself since I left grad school. But he made me feel like I was really worth something, and I want more than anything to thank him for that

[themidnightcircusshow]

@heartofstanding tagged me in this meme months ago and unfortunately it took me this long to get to it because I had a mild crisis over how long it's been since I've read a novel, let alone one that I loved 😅 so this is nine of my favourite novels (not books, because if I included manga/short stories/comics/etc this would be giant)

0The Picture of Dorian Gray -- Oscar Wilde// Pyrrhus-- Mark Merlis//The Scarecrow--Ronald Hugh Morrieson//Unnatural History--Kate Osman//Tunnels of Blood--Darren Shan//The Coffin Dancer--Jeffery Deaver//Hero--Perry Moore//Frankenstein--Mary Shelley//One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest-- Ken Kasey

[lonesomedotmp3]

SPEAKING OF i had never felt so talked down to when someone mentioned they did gcse latin and i was like omg me too!!! and he was like oh what private school did you go to? and when i told him i didn't go to a private school he looked so affronted and baffled and asked why i would even study latin if i went to public school... kill yourself?

[otmaaromanovas]

PETER VASILIEVICH PETROV was the Russian tutor of the five children of the Tsar and Tsarina. Petrov appears to have been a great favourite of the children, who often mention him in diaries and letters throughout their lives, nicknaming him 'PVP'. Several drawings made by the children were dedicated to him, and in return he read aloud to them and wrote poems for them.

Petrov seems to have favoured Anastasia Nikolaevna, whom he called his 'little songbird'. English tutor Charles Sydney Gibbes recalled a lesson when Anastasia tried to bribe him with flowers so that he would improve her grade: 'Drawing herself up to the most of her small height, she marched into the schoolroom next door. Leaving the door wide open, she approached the dear old Russian professor, Peter Vassilievich Petrov. 'Peter Vassilievich', she said, 'allow me to present you with these flowers'. By all the rules he should have refused them, but professors are human; he did not.'

Finding concrete sources about Petrov is difficult both before and after time he spent with the Romanov family. He does not appear to have been imprisoned with the imperial family, which was most likely due to his poor health, which the children often me mentioned in their letters, concerned for their old tutor. Petrov appears to have passed away around 1918.

Tatiana Nikolaevna to PVP:

'5 May 1917

Tsarskoe Selo

Pyotr Vasilievich, my dear,

I feel so ashamed that I have not written to You before, but please don't think this shows I have forgotten You absolutely not. After all, it's possible not to write to friends and yet keep them in mind isn't that so? So, how are you feeling?

I was very upset, when I learnt about your illness. Do you have any news from your nephew how is he? As you will have heard, we all try to keep busy here with some form of domestic activity each one as he can. We are planting a kitchen garden. Do you really still have to stay in bed, or will you be able to go out onto the balcony once it gets warmer? Anyway, all my very best wishes. It's sad that we have not met for so long. Get well soon.

May God keep you. Your old pupil, Tatiana'

Sources:

Diary of Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna by Helen Azar and George Hawkins

The House of Special Purpose by J. C. Trewin using original papers from Charles Sydney Gibbes

Alexander Palace Time Machine

[siena-sevenwits]

:-)

[scotianostra]

Scottish physician Patrick Manson was born in Oldmeldrum in Aberdeenshire on October 3rd 1844, he is regarded as founder of the field of Tropical Medicine.

Patrick Manson was a son of Alexander Manson and Elizabeth Livingstone Blaikie, his dad was the manager of the local Linen Bank, and Laird of Fingask. His mother was distant relative of the famed Christian missionary-explorer David Livingstone.

He developed a childhood passion in natural history, fishing, shooting, carpentry, mechanics and cricket. Among his Presbyterian-Christian family, he showed excellent memory for memorising church sermons at the age of 5 years. In 1857 his family moved to Aberdeen, where he started his formal education at Aberdeen’s Gymnasium School and continued at West End Academy.

Aged 13 1859 he was apprenticed to Blaikie Brothers “Iron masters” however struck down by a form of tuberculosis he had to leave this job, the ironworks loss would be medicines gain, a year later he entered Aberdeen University where he completed medicine course in 1865 however aged only nineteen and was underage for graduation, so he visited hospitals, museums and medical schools in London. Finally of age he formally graduated in October 1865, and was appointed Medical Officer at Durham Lunatic Asylum.

The following year he gained his Master of Surgery and his Medical Doctorate.

Immediately after qualifying Manson travelled to Formosa (now Taiwan) to take up a post as a medical officer to the Chinese Imperial Maritime Customs. In 1871 he transferred to Amoy, on the Chinese coast, and 13 years later he moved to Hong Kong, where he practiced from 1883 to 1889. Manson developed an early interest in tropical diseases, and in particular in the role of parasites in their transmission. His initial studies were on filaria, a small parasitic worm that causes elephantiasis: and he was able to show that mosquitoes had a key role in transmitting the worms and spreading the disease.

Manson’s discovery helped inform the work of Sir Ronald Ross, who was studying the transmission of malaria in India at the time. While in Hong Kong, Manson helped found the Hong Kong College of Medicine for Chinese, which later formed the nucleus of the University of Hong Kong. He was also the first person to import dairy cattle from Scotland to Hong Kong, starting a dairy industry there supplying hygienic milk affordable by pregnant women, children and patients.

Manson moved to London in 1889 and in 1897 was appointed to the post of Chief Medical Officer to the Colonial Office. Amongst his early initiatives was the foundation of the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine, which opened in 1899. He was elected to the Royal Society in 1900, knighted in 1903 and in the following year awarded an honorary Doctorate of Science by the University of Oxford. In 1907 he became the first president of the Royal Society of Tropical Medicine, and retired from the colonial office in 191

Retiring in 1912 to fish in Ireland Manson returned to London at the beginning of the First World War. Despite crippling attacks of gout he continued to take a lively interest in medical education.

He died in London in 1922 at the age of 78 and is buried at Allenvale Cemetery in Aberdeen.