#precalc folder

[lorxus-is-a-fox]

busy busy fox

these past couple of days I've been working my way through (thus far) the first 3 problem sets for MIT OCW 6.0001 and the first part of the Lean game, getting my github squared away to have a repo+folder system for a coding portfolio

kind of a long shot, I know, but if any of you reading this (yes! you! even though you don't think it'll make a difference!) want to pass me on as a reference for SWE/datasci/quant finance jobs... please please do? I really need to get hired somewhere??? relocation is not an issue and if anything it's ideal! hopefully I end up in Chicago or SF or Seattle but I am not actually that picky.

or if you have some advice or words of kindness please DM! I really really do not want to have to give up and grind myself into a paste in the Precalc Adjunct Crusher!

frankly I'm kinda frustrated with how much of the wall out of academia I've been trying to climb for the last couple of years has been industry... not wanting people without prior work experience, unless they're interns, and they don't offer internships to postdocs regardless of the whole "2020-2022 was just plain fucked for internships" thing. which is a shame because that is when I graduated!

so please: help me get a tech job of some kind so that I can start functioning at my fullest again!

[ggsstudies]

7/12/19

i cleaned out my backpack a while ago but i took pictures while doing it so be prepared for more photos kinda like this

but yeah ok bye precalc 

xo- gg

[strxnged]

been a day, i wrote out lyrics in kana, wrote a paragraph of an essay, cried over wen junhui, did my best to stop myself from learning mandarin, started a website folder of grammar guides in said language, drank water !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, spent probably 4 hours on tumblr, had a gender crisis bc of rm's mixtape, and worked on a masterlist ! so productive. totally getting an A in my precalc class thanks to this

[meowloudly15]

Stranded: Day 7 - GUARD ON WATCH

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Spider-Pete's funeral was at 2 in the afternoon at the old church, Gwen learned from listening in on some students in the cafeteria at lunch. She had looked for Miles, but he was not among the people in the cafeteria. She hoped he was okay, especially after seeing his dilemma yesterday.

More than before, she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to figure out how he had acquired his powers, when he had acquired them, if he knew Spider-Pete, so on and so forth.

Wait: was he from a different dimension, too?

It would make sense. He had spider-powers and was also a transfer student, and his presence triggered Gwen's spider-sense.

How could she prove it?

She could investigate his room for clues...

IMPENDING MORAL CRISIS

...which would invade his privacy. Also, what if he was still in his room?

The principal's office had student files in it. If she could sneak in there, she could find Miles' files and analyse them for any oddities.

Hey, that rhymed.

Here was hoping there wouldn't be an excessive amount of security around the files. She had gotten lucky with the government office.

Gwen finished her waffles and walked to the administrative offices. The door was shut and locked.

Was there a back way in?

She could check her map of Visions Academy. It was fortunate that she had kept it.

Gwen hurried to her room. Nope, there was no entrance other than the one door. However, the security guard's office was across the hall. He must have a spare set of keys for all the doors, right?

ATOMIC DISJUNCTION

It was brief this time, a sharp tremor that made her stumble as she left her room. She brushed it off and pressed on. It was already 12:15 pm, and she wanted to attend the funeral.

Luckily, the security guard's office was unlocked, and nobody was inside. Gwen got to work. She rifled through the desk drawers and found a massive ring of keys that all looked alike. None of them were labeled. Upon closer inspection, they were all blanks. She replaced the ring and kept looking.

The desk held nothing else of interest, so she looked through the cabinets. On the inside of the cabinet door was a hook which held a lanyard bearing several colour-coded keys.

If only she knew what each colour meant.

Gwen snatched the lanyard, shut the cabinet door, and stole to the office doors. The pink key didn't fit. Neither did the grey one or the lavender one. The black key slid into the lock. With a turn and a click, the door swung open to reveal the dark office space. She switched on her phone flashlight and proceeded inward.

Gwen looked around the neatly organised space for filing cabinets or folders of any sort. Stacks of dark green binders stood on a wooden shelf next to the secretary's desk. She approached the shelf. The binders were labeled by grade level and last name. She pulled out the one labeled "10 Lu-Mo" and opened it up.

Just to be safe… should she be here?

PERHAPS

The message wasn't reassuring.

She found Wanda Maximoff's files right off the bat. Her transcript was in there, filled out in both Russian (at least, the script looked Russian) and English. There was no profile picture attached, luckily for her.

At the end of the binder, Gwen saw the files for a Miles Morales. She opened them up and started to read. Miles had transferred to Visions Academy from a public school in Brooklyn. He was fifteen months younger than her and had lived in Brooklyn for at least as long as he had been in school. His father was a police officer and his mother was a nurse. Interesting. The profile picture the school had of him showed a big, mischievous smile that instantly made her think trouble maker. His file, however, didn't mention him causing trouble. Miles didn't seem like the sort, in all honesty.

Maybe he wasn't an impostor, after all. Maybe he was just unlucky enough to be gifted with spider-powers. Maybe the reason they were both at Visions Academy was because she was sent to meet him there, not because he was sent to meet her.

Gwen shut the binder and replaced it, then left the office, locking the door behind her.

GUARD ON WATCH

As she approached the security guard's office, she heard somebody moving around inside and muttering to himself. The guard had returned. Now how was she going to return his keys?

She couldn't just open the door and hand them to him, as that would require admitting that she had stolen them in the first place. She couldn't slide them under the door or leave them somewhere for him to easily find because then he'd wonder why they were misplaced.

It looked like she'd have to wait for the guard to leave and then put them back.

Gwen sat down on the stoop in the entryway and waited for several minutes, watching the dust particles drift by.

ATOMIC DISJUNCTION

Gwen fell sideways, hitting the floor with a solid thunk. She heard the security guard mutter something. The door swung open.

Now was her chance.

She crawled across the ceiling as the security guard looked around the lobby for the source of the loud noise. She slipped through the open door and replaced the keys on their hook.

GUARD ON WATCH

By the time she had shut the cabinet door, the guard had walked back into his office and shut the door. He sat back down at his desk with a sigh and took out his phone.

Gwen clenched her teeth in exasperation. She was trapped.

ATOMIC DISJUNCTION

An insane but possibly workable plan formed in her head almost immediately. She didn't have time to second-guess herself if she wanted to enact it.

Gwen landed on the floor behind the guard, then jumped up. She managed to time the jump perfectly so that her disjunction hit just before she struck the wall. Her momentum carried her through the ceiling and into the next floor up. Quite literally, as her right foot was now stuck in the floor of her precalc classroom. She should have leapt through the wall instead, but this was no time to worry about the past.

Gwen braced herself and yanked her foot out of the floor, cracking the tile as she did so. A splinter of tile embedded itself into her ankle. She pulled it out, wincing.

She walked back to her room and donned her costume. The funeral would start soon.

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[ggsstudies]

4/16/19

my math folder has gotten HUGE because of all the papers we get in class plus all my scratch paper from homework sheets

it’s one of my thickest folders and tbh it’s kinda annoying but oh well, i’m dealing with it

do you like math??

xo- gg