#prepare for maths olympiad

[cleovee]

+　๋࣭ ✴︎ ARISTOTLE | Ollie Bearman x smart-student!reader

Summary: A math genius and a rising racer meet by chance, constantly challenging each other. What begins as playful debates slowly grows into something more, making them question where they truly belong.

Warning: Um kinda out-of-character ollie ig

Notes: I literally wrote this on class because I’m so bored, so this might be kinda messy but I’ll fix it later (if I remember it tho-) And this is kinda long so i hope u enjoy it <3

Y/N had always lived in a world of numbers, equations, and the thrill of solving problems that most people found impossible. At sixteen, she was already a prodigy in the math olympiad scene, effortlessly tackling problems that left even seasoned mathematicians impressed.

But then, she met Ollie Bearman.

She had seen his name before—a rising star in Ferrari’s junior program. Nineteen years old, fast, confident, and already making waves in Formula 2, with whispers of an impending F1 seat growing louder. He was a name that mattered in motorsport, but to Y/N, he had been nothing more than just a name.

She found herself standing in the Ferrari garage, an unwilling spectator as cars roared through the narrow streets of Monte Carlo. Unlike the rest of the team, she wasn’t watching the cars themselves but the screens, the numbers flashing in real time, painting a picture of the race beyond what the eye could see.

That was when he noticed her.

Ollie pulled off his helmet, shaking out his damp curls, still breathless from the session. He had expected to be met with the usual engineers, mechanics, or even an occasional sponsor’s representative. Instead, his gaze landed on her—a girl who looked out of place, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the screen rather than the track.

“You don’t look like a racing fan.” he remarked, walking over.

“Because I’m not.” she replied without looking up. “But I like the real-time data. And you brake later than most in Turn 4. It’s an unnecessary risk.”

Ollie blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then, to her irritation, he grinned.

“Risk is part of racing.”

“And probability says it’ll cost you a race if you keep doing it.”

His grin widened. “Let me guess, an engineer?”

“Unemployed.” she corrected.

He tilted his head, intrigued. “So, what’s your verdict? Am I good or just lucky?”

She hesitated. Math was clean and predictable. Racing was not. It was a tangled mess of speed, instinct, and physics-defying precision. And yet, even she had to admit that Ollie’s driving wasn’t reckless—it was calculated, refined in a way that most people wouldn’t notice. “You calculate your risks well. It’s not all instinct, even if you pretend it is.”

Ollie smirked. “So, you have been watching.”

“Only because my dad makes me.”

At that, Ollie raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling she wasn’t just any guest in the Ferrari garage. “Wait, who’s your dad?”

Before she could answer, a deep voice cut in. “Y/N, I see you’ve met Ollie.” Ollie turned and felt his stomach drop slightly. Standing behind her was none other than the CEO of Ferrari himself.

Oh. His easygoing confidence flickered for just a second. “Ah. That explains a lot.”

To most people, Y/N’s father was one of the most powerful figures in Formula 1. To her, he was simply the reason she had spent more weekends at racetracks than she cared to count. She gave Ollie a knowing look. “Told you I don’t have a choice.”

From that moment on, Ollie seemed to make it his mission to get under her skin. At every race she attended, he sought her out, tossing math problems at her just to see if she’d take the bait (she always did). In return, she picked apart his driving with ruthless precision, pointing out every inefficiency like a strategist rather than a fan.

—

One evening, after hours of solving functional equations for preparation for the International Mathematical Olympiad, Y/N sat at the dinner table with her family. Her two older siblings, Kai and Isa, had been listening to their dad talk about Ferrari’s recent races.

“So, Dad.” Isa started, smirking. “Are we going to talk about how your daughter is lowkey running strategy for Ferrari?”

“I am not running strategy.” Y/N said immediately, stabbing her fork into her food.

“But you could.” Kai pointed out. “Dad literally offered you a spot.”

“Not a real spot.” she muttered.

Their father sighed. “She’s brilliant with numbers, but she refuses to apply them where they matter most.”

“They matter in math.” Y/N shot back.

Kai leaned back. “Okay, but let’s be real. Why are you really turning it down? Is it the pressure? Or…” He smirked. “Would working in F1 mean seeing a certain driver more often?”

Isa grinned. “Ohhh, this just got soooo interesting.”

Y/N groaned. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Her mother, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. “You should do what makes you happy. Whether that’s math or racing—just make sure it’s your choice. Not something you’re avoiding.” Y/N hesitated.

She had been avoiding it, hadn’t she?

But it wasn’t because of Ollie.

Or at least, that’s what she told herself.

—

Her presence in the paddock didn’t go unnoticed. Carlos was the first to bring it up. “You and Bearman seem close.” he mused after bumping into her in the hospitality area.

Lewis, who had been listening in, smirked. “More than close. Kid looked like he was waiting for her approval after his last win.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen him stare at telemetry less intensely than he looks at you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re all being ridiculous.”

“Are we?” Charles grinned. “Because Ollie is watching you right now.”

She turned, and sure enough, across the paddock, Ollie was mid-conversation with an engineer but still stealing glances at her. The moment their eyes met, he smirked and gave her a lazy salute before turning back to his conversation.

Kimi Antonelli, the youngest among them, just chuckled. “You should probably just put him out of his misery.”

Y/N ignored them.

Mostly.

“So, when’s this big math thing?” Ollie asked, catching up with her after a long day in the paddock.

“July.” she answered.

“Alright. If you win a medal, I’ll let you call strategy for my next race.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

“Then I take you on a hot lap, and you have to admit that racing is cooler than doing equations.”

It was a ridiculous bet.

But Ollie looked so smug, so certain he’d win, that she couldn’t help herself. “Fine.” she agreed, shaking his hand. And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t sure which outcome she wanted more.

—

Despite their deal, Y/N and Ollie had fallen into a routine. She was deep in training for the olympiad, and he was busy racing across Europe, but somehow, they still found time for each other.

Their conversations started out competitive, Ollie sending her video clips of his best overtakes, asking for her "mathematical analysis," just to get a reaction.

Ollie: be honest, did I calculate my braking perfectly or what?

Y/N: you cut it too close in Turn 7

Y/N: if you keep doing that, probability says you’ll get penalized eventually

Ollie: probability also says I’ll pull it off every time.

Y/N: that’s not how probability works??

Ollie: that’s how I work :)

At some point, the conversations became… more. Late-night texts about nothing and everything. Ollie asking about her training, even though he barely understood half of what she was saying. Y/N watching his races, even when she pretended she didn’t care.

One evening, she was deep into a geometry proof when her phone buzzed.

Ollie: do you ever take breaks, or do you just absorb math through osmosis?

Y/N: breaks are inefficient.

Ollie: you know what else is inefficient? overworking your brain until it melts.

She sighed, rubbing her temples.

Y/N: and what do you suggest i do instead?

Ollie: something fun

Y/N: define ‘fun’

Ollie: call me XD

She hesitated. Their texts were one thing, but a call? It was different. But before she could overthink it, she hit the button. Ollie picked up instantly. “Wow. Didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“You said fun. I’m testing your definition.”

His chuckle sent a strange warmth through her. “Alright, genius. Let’s see if I can impress you with something other than lap times.”

They talked for hours. About racing, about numbers, about everything in between. It was easy. Natural. And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t mind it.

—

The weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix arrived, and Y/N found herself back in the Ferrari garage, standing in the same spot where she had first met Ollie. She wasn’t a racing fan. She kept telling herself that. But her eyes still sought out the timing screens, scanning for his name.

He was starting P3. A solid position. But Monaco was unforgiving. Overtaking here was a different kind of battle—one that required both patience and risk. As the race began, she gripped her headset tighter than she intended.

Lap after lap, Ollie stayed behind the two leaders, waiting. Her father, standing beside her, noticed. “He’s playing the long game.”

Y/N nodded, focused. “Like he should.” With ten laps to go, the car ahead made a mistake. A lock-up.

Y/N held her breath.

Ollie pounced.

A daring move down the inside of Turn 10. Inches from disaster. She exhaled as he made it stick. Now, it was just him and the leader.

“Come on, Bearman.” she whispered.

With five laps left, she saw it before it even happened. The leader’s tires were gone. Ollie had managed his perfectly.

One chance. A gap opened. He took it.

The Ferrari garage erupted as Ollie crossed the finish line first. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. But the moment that hit her the hardest?

His first radio message.

“This win goes to my strategist.”

Her heart skipped. He found her in the celebrations, helmet off, eyes searching—until they locked onto hers. And suddenly, it wasn’t just about the race.

For the Bearman, racing had always been everything. It was all he had ever wanted. But lately, something had changed. It started with little things—how he’d instinctively look for Y/N in the paddock, how her absence at a race bothered him more than he’d admit, how their late-night texts had become something he needed rather than just enjoyed.

Then came the bigger realization. The moment he won, he didn’t think about the trophy, the team, or the celebrations.

He wondered what she would say. Would she analyze his lap times? Admit he was right about Turn 4? And that’s when it hit him.

He was completely, absolutely in love with her

—

Ollie had barely made it through his post-race interviews before the questions shifted. “So Ollie, your radio message—who’s ‘your strategist’?”

Ollie chuckled, shaking his head. “Just someone who keeps me in check.”

“More important than your race engineer?”

“She’d say yes.”

The reporters paused “She? So, it’s a girl?”

Ollie sighed, but the grin never left his face. "Next question." The speculation exploded. Social media flooded with theories, blurry pictures of him talking to Y/N in the paddock, clips of their earlier interactions.

Her dad wasn’t surprised. "You should have known he wouldn’t keep it quiet."

“I did know.” she muttered, scrolling through an article titled ‘Ollie Bearman’s Secret Strategist: The Genius Behind the Headset?’

Isa sent her a text on their groupchat.

Isa: girl u are literally trending rn

Kai: do we get paddock passes🥺🥺

Y/N: lol no

She was still debating how to handle it when her phone buzzed again.

Ollie: pls tell me ur not mad

Y/N: mad? no, slightly horrified? yas

Ollie: at least they didn’t find our bet lol

Y/N: give em some time

She could practically hear his laughter through the screen.

—

Y/N had never been one to get attached easily. But Ollie? He had a way of making it impossible to keep her distance.

It started with the small things. The way he always found her in the Ferrari hospitality unit, plopping down across from her with that infuriatingly easygoing grin. The way he’d text her after every race, win or lose, as if her opinion mattered more than anyone else’s. And the way he made her care about racing.

“You seem happier lately.” Charles Leclerc teased one evening in the Ferrari motorhome.

Y/N barely glanced up from her laptop. “And you’re getting slower in Sector 2.”

Carlos Sainz, sitting beside Charles, burst out laughing. “She got you there, mate.” Charles rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, his gaze flicked toward Ollie, who was casually leaning against the doorway, watching Y/N with that same look he always had when she wasn’t paying attention.

Carlos smirked. “So, when are you two admitting it?”

Y/N frowned. “Admitting what?”

“That you like each other,” Max Verstappen cut in from the other side of the room, completely unbothered as he scrolled through his phone. “It’s obvious.”

Y/N scoffed. “We’re friends.”

“Sure.” Max drawled. “And I drive slow.” Lewis Hamilton, who had been silently sipping his tea, finally looked up. “It’s fine if you’re in denial. Just don’t let it distract you. Relationships in F1 are complicated.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Good thing we’re not in one, then.”

Ollie, who had been suspiciously quiet this whole time, finally spoke. “Yet.” The room fell silent.

Y/N’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?”

Ollie grinned. “I said ‘yet.’”

Carlos let out a low whistle. “Bold move, boy.”

Y/N, meanwhile, felt her face heat up. She was used to Ollie’s teasing, but this? This felt different. “You’re insufferable.” she muttered, focusing back on her laptop.

“Maybe,” Ollie said easily. “But you’re still stuck with me.”

And the worst part? He was right. But now, there was something unspoken between them, something neither of them dared to acknowledge.

Until one night in Monza.

It was late, the paddock mostly empty, the distant hum of the circuit lights buzzing overhead. Y/N had stayed behind to finish some work, and Ollie, as usual, had found her.

“You know,” he said, sitting across from her at one of the hospitality tables, “for someone who doesn’t like F1, you spend an awful lot of time in the paddock.”

She shrugged. “Force of habit.”

“Right.” Ollie leaned forward. “Or maybe you just like being around me.”

She snorted. “Delusional.”

He grinned. “I prefer optimistic.” There was a pause. A rare moment of quiet between them. Then Ollie, unusually serious, asked, “Do you ever think about what happens after this?”

“After what?”

“This. Us. Me in F1, you off solving the world’s hardest equations or whatever it is you’ll end up doing.”

Y/N hesitated. Because, for the first time, she realized she didn’t have an answer. Numbers were predictable. Racing was not. And neither was Ollie Bearman. He stepped beside her, hands in his pockets. “So. What did you think?” He said breaking the silence.

“Of the race?” she asked, though they both knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“Of everything.”

The room was quiet for a moment, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. It was a ridiculous situation—two people who were too proud, too stubborn, yet somehow always orbiting each other.

Ollie exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You know what? No, I’m saying it. You’re—” He paused, visibly struggling with the words. “You’re annoying.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re annoying. You always have to be right, you never let me win an argument, and you act like you don’t care when you clearly do.”

She blinked. “First of all, I am always right. Second, you’re the one who keeps picking fights with me. And third—” She faltered for just a second. “I don’t care.”

Ollie let out a dry laugh. “Yeah? Then why do you always wait for my race results before you go to sleep?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Wha- how do you even know that?”

“Because Charles told me. Apparently, you asked about my sprint race before anything else last weekend.”

Damn it, Charles.

Y/N felt her face heat up, but she refused to back down. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right. Just like how I don’t notice when you’re in the garage, even though I somehow always drive better when you’re watching?”

She swallowed. “Coincidence.”

He huffed, looking almost amused. “You really don’t make this easy.”

“You don’t either.” she muttered. A beat passed. Then another.

And then, with a voice quieter than before, Ollie said, “You know what? I like y- No. I love you.” She stiffened. The words felt so foreign coming from him—blunt, direct, but still carrying that same defiance he always had.

She hesitated for a second too long, so he quickly added, “Not that it matters. I mean, if you’re going to pretend you don’t feel the same way, then—”

“I never said that,” she interrupted.

He froze.

She exhaled slowly. “You’re annoying too. Always teasing, always acting like you don’t care when you obviously do. And it’s exhausting.”

Ollie tilted his head slightly, eyes searching hers. “So, what are you saying?”

She looked away, glaring at the Ferrari logo on the wall as if it would save her. “I’ll give you my answer,” she said quietly, "after my olympiad.”

Ollie blinked. “You’re making me wait?”

“You make me wait every race weekend to see if you actually listen to my advice.”

He groaned, running a hand through his curls. “You are impossible.”

She shot him a glare. “Take it or leave it, Bearman.”

He let out a short laugh. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll take it.” His answering grin was slow, filled with something dangerous—because Ollie Bearman never backed down from a challenge.

—

The International Mathematics Olympiad arrived faster than she expected. Almost 6 weeks of nothing but numbers, equations, and the thrill of proving the impossible. When the final results were announced, she stood on the podium, a gold medal around her neck, her country’s flag draped behind her.

She had done it.

And the first person she texted?

Y/N: i placed first!

Ollie: so that means I get a strategist, right?

Y/N: guess i owe you an answer

Ollie: finally

When she returned home, he was already waiting. She met him at the Ferrari garage—after hours, when most people had already left, and the place was quiet except for the hum of machinery and the faint smell of oil and rubber. Ollie was leaning against the side of his car, arms crossed, but the moment he saw her walk in, his expression softened.

“So,” he said, watching her carefully. “Did solving equations help you figure things out?”

“Yeah,” she said simply. Ollie raised an eyebrow. “And?”

She tilted her head slightly, eyes glinting with something unreadable.

“I like you.” It was so effortless, so blunt, that it completely threw him off. He had expected a debate, some kind of teasing remark, maybe even a dramatic build-up. Not this.

“You—” He blinked, mouth parting slightly. “You really waited this long just to say that?”

She shrugged. “Had to be sure.”

Ollie let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “God, you’re impossible.”

And then—he kissed her.

It wasn’t careful or calculated. It was instinct, reckless and real, like something that had been waiting to happen for too long. She froze for a second, then kissed him back, just as certain.

The sound of a camera shutter snapped them out of it.

Ollie pulled back just enough to glance toward the entrance—where, through the gap in the garage doors, a group of photographers had their lenses pointed directly at them.

His jaw clenched. “You have got to be kidding me.”

She blinked up at him, a little breathless, then exhaled sharply. “Guess we’re making headlines tomorrow.”

Ollie groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable.”

—

You’re right, the headlines the next morning were everywhere.

“Ferrari’s Rising Star Ollie Bearman and Mystery Girl—More Than Just Friends?”

“Caught in 4K: Young F1 Driver’s Late-Night Garage Romance!”

At first, people were just trying to figure out who the mystery girl was. But then, someone zoomed in on the photo and noticed about who that girl is.

“WAIT. ISN’T THIS THE GIRL WHO JUST PLACED FIRST AT THE IMO??”

“YOU’RE TELLING ME FERRARI’S FUTURE STAR JUST BAGGED A MATHEMATICAL GENIUS???”

“Ollie Bearman. Sir. How did you pull THAT?”

Ollie nearly threw his phone across the room when he saw the last comment. “You’re kidding me.” he muttered, scrolling through the article. The picture was clear, him and Y/N in the Ferrari garage, mid-kiss. There was no way out of it.

His phone buzzed.

Y/N: wow we’re famous

Ollie: you think this is funny?

Y/N: a little

Ollie: i’m going to eat whoever took that photo.

Y/N: too late, my mom already sent it to all my relatives

Ollie groaned. His face was burning. Great. A few hours later, Y/N showed up at his place, looking way too calm about the whole thing.

“You look way too amused.” Ollie said, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

She shrugged. “I think it’s funny. Besides, it’s not like we were planning to keep it secret forever.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, but I was hoping for a little control over how people found out.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “You? Control? Ollie, you kissed me first.”

His face turned red instantly. “That’s—shut up.” She smirked, stepping inside and flopping onto his couch like she owned the place. “And now the whole world knows. Congrats, loverboy.”

He groaned. “You’re the worst.”

“You like me, though.”

Ollie sighed, defeated, before sitting beside her. He nudged her shoulder lightly. “Unfortunately.”

She grinned. “Lucky me.”

Despite the chaos, despite the headlines and the teasing texts from the other drivers.

Lewis: Look at our little Ollie, all grown up!

Charles: I expect wedding invites.

Kimi: can you two not do this in the Ferrari garage next time?

He groaned dramatically, but when she laced her fingers through his, he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe the whole world knowing wasn’t so bad. Maybe, for once, he didn’t mind being the center of attention.

Because if there was one thing that mattered more than racing, more than headlines, more than anything—It was her.

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[ultimateswag]

Charlie Dalton - The ball.

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x fem reader

TW- none (I think.)

(again, I apologize for any grammatical mistakes, this is my second time writing something to publish. I hope you guys enjoy.)

Welton Academy is a strict, elite boys’ boarding school in Vermont, known for its emphasis on Tradition, Honor, Discipline, and Excellence. With its ivy-covered stone buildings and rigid atmosphere, it demands obedience, academic perfection, and conformity from its students, preparing them for Ivy League futures. It was a school for future Bankers, Lawyers, Doctors, Engineers..

Thornfield preparatory school was just as strict, allowing only the finest and most intelligent young women to have the chance to peruse their studies there. Both schools in Vermont, being only some miles apart.

When Mr.Nolan and Mrs.Brown decided to have an open night ball, uniting both schools for a way to show their success and discipline with the students, both groups of students went wild. Boys from Welton bought suits, found ways to style their hair. Girls from Thornfield bought dresses, make up, way too much hairspray and hairpins, everything to look perfect on the night.

Sometimes both schools participated on events together, like on the state science fair, or on the Math Olympiad, although only a handful of students managed to be picked to participate.

You, the ever so bubbly and smart girl with beautiful hair, matching eyes and a face just so captivating, already knew some boys that attended Welton. Steven Meeks was your best friend. The two of you met on a business diner orchestrated by your fathers, and you just clicked. Steven spent hours on end talking about his new Batman comic, and you listened. It continued as you grew, both beginning to be fond of the same thing, poetry.

“Mr.Keating told us about a society he used to be a part of.” Steven said, as the two sat on a bench at the city park, eating the cookies they had bought at a nearby pastry shop. “Apparently him and his classmates used to get together and read poetry.”

“That sounds really cool, actually.” You nodded at your own statement.

“Me and the guys are going to revive it, they told me to ask you if you wanted to join us.” He said, looking at you. “I think it’d be very nice.”

“Alright, just give me a call then.” You looked back at him and chuckled. “You have a crumb on your cheek.”

The first meeting went well, you were already familiarized with Steven’s friends, regardless, you sat next to him and Gerard Pitts until it was your time to read.

“I have a Ballet recital tomorrow, 5pm. I want you all to be there.” You said as you all got ready to leave the cave, the moonlight shining through the whole on the ceiling, illumining their faces ever so slightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” Charlie Dalton said, with that cocky smirk pressed on his face, a hand running through his hair. He always had a way with the ladies, being the womanizer he was. That’s why you decided not to let yourself fall into his charms like thousands of women before you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, nerves rushing through you as the prince besides you left his place and entered the stage, your cue just so close.

When it finally came, you closed your eyes and began gliding with soft bourrées and arabesques, dancing just so gently that you looked almost ethereal.

Steven and his friends sat on the middle seats of the theater, the perfect distance from the stage, no one dared to utter a word, it was impossible. The way you danced managed to grasp every single person’s attention, to even look away would be a great insult.

Charlie watched you with admiration as you glowed on the stage. He tried not to blink, so that he wouldn’t miss a single second.

Charlie wasn’t sure of when he began feeling like this. It wasn’t normal. He was used to flirting with every woman who came near him, swooning them with his charms and barely ever leaving a party without a girl in his arms. Maybe it was on the first poets’ meeting, when you read a poem by Edgar Allan Poe with such fascination that he couldn’t look away, “I guess she always did have a way to grab everyone’s attention” he though to himself. Or maybe it was when he first saw you practice “The Swan Lake” when he came to visit Neil at the theater. Maybe it was when Charlie saw you crying on Steven’s dorm because some girls were mean to you, and all he wanted to do was burst into Mr.Nolan’s office and demand that he let you attend Welton. Deep down, he knew that something was going to brew the first time he was you.

“Who’s that?” He asked Knox. Steven had invited them to celebrate his birthday with a dinner at his house, so there they were.

“The girl with Meeks? I think she’s his friend” Knox said.

“I don’t remember him ever mentioning having such pretty friends.” That smug grin returned to his face as he stood up from his place on the comfortable leather sofa, eyeing the girl up and down, he make his way to them.

“… and this is super hard to find, how did you find it?” Steven asked, looking at the first Batman comic ever released, now in his hands (as well as the 15 other comics and a big book about astrophysics she had bought.

“It was very hard” You laughed. “I found it on that weekend I went to New York, figured you’d like it.” You smiled, noticing the unfamiliar figure getting closer.

“Hello Meeks.” Charlie said with a smirk on his face. “I didn’t know you had a model friend. I’m Charlie Dalton, flattered to meet you.” He said, a flirtatious look on his face and he took your hand and kissed it.

“So this is the flirty friend you were telling me about, Steven?” You chuckled. “I’m [your name] .” You smiled at Charlie. Maybe it was that smile that got him hooked.

Before they knew it, the recital was over. People applauded loudly as the dancers bowed down and left the stage to get changed. Charlie was left paralyzed, completely mesmerized by the way you moved, swayed, danced with such graciousness.

People gathered in front of the theater, waiting for their friends to meet them and congratulate them on the amazing play. A group of well dressed girls was just in front of the staff door, talking and commenting, a big smile on their face as they waited for their friend to get dressed.

Loud giggles and praise from the girls made Steven and his friends turn their head.

“You were amazing out there!” A short blonde girl said as she hugged you, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you!!” You responded, hugging her back and getting caught in a group hug with the other girls. “I’m so glad you guys came!” You said, a big pure smile on your face.

As they talked and giggled, your eyes met Charlie’s, you offered him a smile to which he responded with that cocky smirk of his. You excused yourself.

“Hi guys!” You said, coming closer to them, a huge smile on your face. “You guys have no idea how happy I am that you guys came.”

“Told you we wouldn’t miss it” Charlie said, giving you a wink, to which you rolled your eyes.

“What did you guys think?” You asked eagerly, looking at all of the boys faces.

“You looked like a star.” Gerard said, moving his gaze from the floor up to you eyes. That made Charlie shift uncomfortably, almost unnoticeable. You gave him a big smile. Silence began filling the room.

Charlie sent Knox and Neil a look. “Well, I’m glad you guys en-“ you were cut of by Charlie grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. Your bag fell to the floor and Neil grabbed it. They rushed out of the door, the others following.

“Sorry ladies, we’re stealing her for now” Knox told the group of girls as he left the theater. The boys ran, you laughed and hit Charlie on the shoulder, your hand on his back for support, his arm around your waist, holding you on his shoulder.

Their pace slowed down as they reached the dinner, putting you on the ground Charlie didn’t leave your side. That night, they ate dinner over the sound of laughter.

“I’m a bit nervous.” Steven said, as he fixed his wet hair, looking at the big mirror in your room.

“You shouldn’t be. Tonight is going to be amazing.” You responded quietly, much to focused on the hair you were putting up in a curly voluminous bun with soft, loose tendrils.

“You say that because you have no fear.” He said, grabbing a wide tooth comb from his bag.

“I’m just saying that there’s nothing to be nervous about.” You smiled as you finished with the lash Bobby pin on your hair, looking proudly at the mirror.

“You know..” Steven hesitated, breath caught in the back of his throat, before shaking his head. “No, never mind.”

“What?” You asked, opening your make up drawer and taking out the items you intended on using.

Steven thought for a second. “You can’t tell anyone about this, but.. I heard Charlie tell Neil that he was nervous to see you tonight.”

Your cheeks got hotter. “He did?” You asked, sounding almost eager. “I mean, of course he was.”

Steven let out a chuckle, as you began to do your make up.

An hour later, Steven already had his suit on, he sat on your bed. You wore a strapless pink ball gown with multiple layers of soft, flowing ruffles, the top fitted with a subtle ruched design. You looked like a princess.

“It’s almost seven.” You said, looking at the clock.

“We should probably get going.” Steven said, before looking out of the windows. “My parents already got here.”

“Alright.” You fixed your pearly necklace and opened the door, waiting for Steven to follow behind. “You know, the nerves you were talking about earlier are finally setting in.”

“I thought there was nothing to be nervous about.” He responded, a cocky smile appearing on his face. You just hit him lightly in the chest in response.

The place looked already full when you arrived, people coming in, butlers serving champagne right outside the entry door, the big red carpet connecting the entry with the street. You and Steven got out of the car first, but were the last to come in.

As soon as you stepped a foot on the marble floor, all heads turned to look at you. You looked like an angel, completely ethereal. “Everybody’s looking at us.” You mumbled quietly to Steven as the two went down the stairs.

“Correction, everybody’s looking at you.” He said.

From the other side of the room, Charlie looked mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you went down each and every step of the staircase with Meeks.

Charlie watched you descend the grand staircase as if time had slowed just for you. The ballroom, glittering with candlelight and polished marble, faded into the background. You moved like a dream in pink—light catching the layers of your gown, your curls bouncing with each step. You were luminous, ethereal. Unreachable. And yet you looked straight at him.

Beside him, Neil gave him a nudge.

“Careful, Dalton. You’re staring.”

Charlie didn’t even blink.

“I think I’m in serious trouble.”

Neil arched a brow, half-amused.

“The Charlie Dalton? Trouble with a girl?”

Charlie’s voice dropped, like he was confessing something fragile.

“She’s not just any girl.”

As you reached the ballroom floor, heads turned—some curious, some in awe. The Thornfield girls admired you confidence, the Welton boys couldn’t look away. You carried yourself like someone who belonged not in Vermont, but in a painting or a poem.

You moved through the crowd with Steven, smiling politely at the compliments thrown your way. But your gaze searched until it landed on Charlie—his loosened bowtie, his slightly tousled hair, that familiar smirk softening into something more sincere as your eyes met.

He stepped forward.

“You look…” he started, then stopped, completely disarmed. “You look like every poem I’ve never had the courage to read aloud.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“That’s dangerously close to being charming,” you teased.

“Good. Because I’m not trying to charm you. I’m being honest.” His smirk flickered back to life. “…Though I won’t lie, the charm is a bonus.”

Before you could respond, Mrs. Brown’s voice echoed across the ballroom:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the opening waltz will begin shortly. Welton gentlemen, please ask your partners to the floor.”

Steven had already vanished with a Thornfield girl who’d been eyeing him since the Science Fair. You turned, slightly dazed, just in time to find Charlie in front of you, hand extended.

“May I?” he asked, the bravado replaced with something quieter. More real.

You hesitated for the briefest of moments before placing your hand in his.

“You may.”

The waltz began, slow and elegant, but it took only a few steps to realize Charlie had no idea what he was doing. He was clumsy, stepping off-beat and muttering curses under his breath.

“You’re terrible at this,” you whispered, laughing.

“I warned you,” he replied. “I’ve got a poet’s soul, not a dancer’s grace.”

“But you’re trying,” you said, your voice softening. “That counts for something.”

Charlie looked down at you—really looked.

“I’ve never wanted to try this hard before.”

You danced until the song faded into applause, but neither of them moved. For a few seconds, the world stayed still.

“I don’t know what this is,” You said, your voice barely above the rustle of your dress.

“Neither do I,” Charlie answered, eyes never leaving yours. “But I know I don’t want it to end.”

It would have been easy to kiss you then. Maybe he thought about it. Maybe you did too.

But then, like all magic, the moment was interrupted—Knox and Neil stumbled over with too many desserts and not enough coordination.

“Charlie, you have to try these little lemon things,” Knox said, grinning.

You laughed, stepping away, the spell gently broken. But as you walked toward the refreshments, Charlie brushed his hand against your, subtle and deliberate.

And you didn’t pull away.

The rest of the evening blurred into golden light and soft music. The ballroom sparkled with chandeliers and whispers of polite laughter, but Charlie heard little of it. His focus remained tethered to you— your voice when you laughed, the way you tilted your head when someone complimented you, how your fingers absentmindedly played with the pearl necklace at your throat. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention—giving it, not just receiving it.

They danced again—once, twice, maybe three times—though Charlie lost count. He didn’t care about the steps anymore. All he cared about was how you fit so naturally into his rhythm, even if it wasn’t perfect.

At one point, while sipping punch at the edge of the ballroom, you leaned over and whispered, “You keep looking at me like you’re about to write a sonnet.”

“Maybe I already did,” he shot back. “But I doubt it does you justice.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the warm cheeks that followed. You liked this version of Charlie—the one who flirted, yes, but with sincerity woven between the smirks. He was different tonight. Not a mask, not a performance. Just… Charlie.

Eventually, the crowd began to thin. Teachers hovered by the exits. Carriages lined up outside.

Steven found them, jacket slung over his shoulder, cheeks flushed from too many polite conversations. “You guys ready?”

“Almost,” You said, glancing toward the balcony doors. You looked at Charlie. “Come with me?”

Charlie didn’t hesitate.

The air outside was crisp with the beginnings of autumn. The stars were out, dusting the velvet sky like powdered sugar. You leaned against the cold stone railing, your dress spilling around you like soft clouds.

“This night feels like it’s out of a novel,” you said.

Charlie stood beside you, hands in his pockets. “Yeah. One of those slow, aching ones that makes you wish it would never end.”

You glanced at him, that familiar smile dancing at the corners of your mouth. “You’re not what I expected, you know.”

“I get that a lot,” he said.

“I mean it,” you said seriously, looking at him. “You’re… different when no one’s watching.”

Charlie let out a breath, his voice quiet. “Maybe that’s because no one’s ever looked at me the way you do.”

Silence hung between you, not uncomfortable but electric—charged with something unnamed and new.

“I like you,” he said finally, his voice soft but steady. “And not in the way I usually like people.”

Your heart stuttered.

You turned to face him completely now. “Charlie…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he added quickly, almost nervously. “I just wanted you to know. If this is just tonight, I’ll still remember it like it was everything.”

You reached up and touched his face gently, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “What if it’s not just tonight?”

His breath caught. “Then I’d be the luckiest guy at Welton.”

And maybe it was reckless, maybe it was impossible, but under the stars, between the marble and the quiet and the leftover hum of music from inside—

You kissed him.

It was soft, careful, almost questioning. But he kissed you back like the answer had always been yes.

Inside, the last song began to play.

But out here, on the balcony, something far more real had just begun.

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✧˖*°࿐Clubs & Societies at Veltrius Lumos Academy

𓂃༊ Veltrius Lumos Academy fosters a rich extracurricular culture, allowing students to explore academic, artistic, and recreational interests beyond the classroom. with a strong emphasis on community, leadership, and skill development, clubs and societies provide students with opportunities to collaborate, compete, and innovate.

✧˖*°࿐Academic & Leadership Clubs

*ೃ༄ High Council (Student Council)

𓂃༊ the governing student body responsible for planning school events, advocating for student needs, and organizing fundraisers.

𓂃༊ members run for elected positions, including President, Vice President, Secretary, and Class Representatives.

𓂃༊ hosts monthly open forums where students can propose changes to school policies.

𓂃༊ organizes the annual Student Leadership Summit and coordinates major events like Spirit Week & Graduation Ceremonies.

*ೃ༄The Equinox Society (Mathematics Club)

𓂃༊ designed for students passionate about math theory, problem-solving, and competitions.

𓂃༊ prepares members for national & international math Olympiads.

𓂃༊ hosts weekly challenges and organizes an annual Math Trivia Battle.

*ೃ༄The Alchemists’ Circle (Science Society)

𓂃༊ a hub for STEM enthusiasts, featuring hands-on experiments, science fairs, and guest lectures.

𓂃༊ organizes trips to research labs, space observatories, and marine centers.

𓂃༊ prepares students for science competitions and research symposiums.

*ೃ༄ The Inkwell Society (Writing Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on creative writing, poetry, and storytelling, helping students refine their craft.

𓂃༊ organizes writing workshops, spoken word events, and poetry slams.

𓂃༊ publishes a quarterly literary magazine, featuring student essays, fiction, and poetry.

*ೃ༄ Lumosaos | Lumos Chronicle (Newspaper & Yearbook Club)

𓂃༊ produces Lumos News, the official school newspaper.

𓂃༊ covers student events, interviews, and major school happenings.

𓂃༊ the Yearbook team works year-round to design and create the Veltrius Yearbook.

✧˖*°࿐Arts & Cultural Societies

*ೃ༄The Atelier Society (Art Club)

𓂃༊ provides space for students to paint, sketch, and explore different artistic mediums.

𓂃༊ hosts gallery showcases, where students display their work.

𓂃༊ runs a “Mural Project”, where members create art for campus walls.

*ೃ༄The Lumos Theatre Guild (Theatre Club)

𓂃༊ produces two major performances per year: a Fall Play and a Spring Musical.

𓂃༊ offers training in acting, scriptwriting, set design, and costume creation.

𓂃༊ collaborates with the Fashion Club to design costumes and with Game Over! (Gaming Club) for digital stage effects.

*ೃ༄The House of Starlight (Fashion Club)

𓂃༊ explores the world of design, textiles, and fashion history.

𓂃༊ students create seasonal fashion collections and host runway shows.

𓂃༊ works with Photography & Graphic Design students for editorial projects.

*ೃ༄Terra Nova Society (Culture Club)

𓂃༊ celebrates global traditions, customs, and international cuisine.

𓂃༊ organizes language exchanges, cultural fairs, and holiday celebrations.

𓂃༊ hosts the International Food Festival, where students cook dishes from different countries.

*ೃ༄Lingua Vox (Language Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on multilingual practice and cultural immersion.

𓂃༊ conducts language workshops, pen-pal exchanges, and foreign film nights.

𓂃༊ collaborates with the World Culture Club for events.

*ೃ༄Celestial Nexus (Astrology Club)

𓂃༊ dedicated to the study of astrology, celestial navigation, and horoscopes.

𓂃༊ organizes stargazing nights, mythology discussions, and birth chart readings.

𓂃༊ works alongside the Astronomy Department for meteor shower observations.

*ೃ༄The Literary Guild (Reading Club)

𓂃༊ the Literary Guild is for students who are passionate about reading, discussing literature, and sharing recommendations.

𓂃༊ monthly book discussions where members read and talk about a selected book, both classics and contemporary works.

𓂃༊ literary competitions such as poetry slams and short story contests.

𓂃༊ collaboration with the English Department to host author readings and writing workshops.

𓂃༊ field trips to libraries, literary events, or local book fairs.

*ೃ༄The Harmonia Collective (Music Club)

𓂃༊ the Music Club is a haven for students who love playing, composing, or simply appreciating music.

𓂃༊ weekly jam sessions, where students can play various instruments or sing.

𓂃༊ performances at school events, concerts, and competitions.

𓂃༊ collaborations with the Drama and Dance Clubs to produce musical theater performances.

𓂃༊ workshops on music theory, composition, and music technology.

*ೃ༄Silver Screen Society (Film Club)

𓂃༊ the Film Club is designed for students interested in all aspects of film production, from scripting to editing and direction.

𓂃༊ weekly screenings of classic and contemporary films followed by discussions.

𓂃༊ filmmaking workshops where members write, direct, and edit their own short films.

𓂃༊ participation in film festivals, both local and national, showcasing their work.

𓂃༊ critique sessions where students analyze cinematography, storytelling, and the art of film.

*ೃ༄The Quill (Journaling Club)

𓂃༊ the Journaling Club is a creative space for students to engage in personal reflection through writing.

𓂃༊ regular journaling prompts for self-reflection and creative exploration.

𓂃༊ collaborative projects that focus on writing personal narratives or poetry collections.

𓂃༊ workshops on the therapeutic benefits of journaling and mindfulness.

𓂃༊ journaling challenges to inspire students to write daily and develop a habit.

*ೃ༄The Scroll (Journalism Club)

𓂃༊ the Journalism Club offers a platform for students to explore news writing, investigative journalism, and media production.

𓂃༊ writing articles for the school newspaper, Lumos News, covering school events, sports, culture, and interviews.

𓂃༊ organizing interviews with notable figures from the school and local community.

𓂃༊ running media campaigns that raise awareness of important issues on campus and in society.

𓂃༊ producing and editing content for the school’s online blog and social media platforms.

✧˖*°࿐Culinary & Nature-Based Clubs

*ೃ༄The Gilded Whisk (Baking Club)

𓂃༊ specializes in pastry-making, bread baking, and dessert creation.

𓂃༊ hosts baking competitions and seasonal holiday bake sales.

𓂃༊ collaborates with the World Culture Club for international baking events.

*ೃ༄The Verdant Haven | Gaia Initiative (Gardening Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on organic farming, plant care, and sustainability.

𓂃༊ maintains the school’s greenhouse and herb garden.

𓂃༊ works with Science Society on hydroponic and eco-garden projects.

*ೃ༄Fauna & Flora Society (Animal Club)

𓂃༊ advocates for wildlife conservation, pet care, and veterinary science.

𓂃༊ organizes trips to animal shelters, wildlife sanctuaries, and marine centers.

𓂃༊ works with the Marine Life Club for ocean conservation projects.

*ೃ༄Ocean’s Echo (Marine Biology Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on oceanography, aquatic conservation, and marine species research.

𓂃༊ conducts coastal clean-ups and coral reef awareness programs.

𓂃༊ collaborates with the Science Society for marine biodiversity studies.

✧˖*°࿐Technology & Gaming Clubs

*ೃ༄Digital Dominion (Gaming Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on video games, board games, and competitive eSports.

𓂃༊ hosts gaming tournaments, including fighting games, strategy games, and VR experiences.

𓂃༊ works with Coding & Computer Science students to develop games.

*ೃ༄The Velocity Guild (Cars & Motors Club)

𓂃༊ dedicated to automotive mechanics, car design, and motorsports.

𓂃༊ students learn engine building, vehicle maintenance, and racing technology.

𓂃༊ organizes model car competitions and motorsport trips.

*ೃ༄Lens & Light Society (Photography & Graphic Design Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on photojournalism, fashion photography, and digital design.

𓂃༊ works with the Newspaper & Yearbook Club for campus photography.

𓂃༊ hosts monthly photo challenges and exhibits student work.

*ೃ༄The Innovators' Lab (Coding/Computer Science Club)

𓂃༊ the Coding Club is for students passionate about programming, software development, and digital technologies.

𓂃༊ weekly coding challenges to help members develop their coding skills in languages like Python, Java, and C++.

𓂃༊ development of small projects like websites, apps, and games.

collaboration with the Robotics Club to program automated systems.

𓂃༊ hackathons and coding competitions to encourage teamwork and innovation.

*ೃ༄The Forge (Engineering Club)

𓂃༊ the Engineering Club brings together students interested in building, designing, and problem-solving.

𓂃༊ hands-on projects like building robots, machines, and 3D printing.

𓂃༊ participation in engineering competitions such as robotics challenges and maker fairs.

𓂃༊ guest speakers from the engineering world sharing insights into various engineering fields.

𓂃༊ workshops on basic engineering principles, materials science, and sustainable design.

✧˖*°࿐Athletic & Fitness-Based Clubs

*ೃ༄Veltrius Runners' League (Track & Field Club)

𓂃༊ focuses on sprint training, long-distance running, and jump techniques.

prepares members for regional & national athletic competitions.

*ೃ༄ECU (Elite Cheer & Gymnastics Club)

𓂃༊ a specialized club for competitive cheerleading and advanced gymnastics.

𓂃༊ works with the Cheerleading Team for stunts and halftime performances

*ೃ༄The Elysian Riders (Equestrian Club)

𓂃༊ the Equestrian Club is for students passionate about horseback riding, care, and the equestrian lifestyle.

𓂃༊ regular riding lessons, training, and competitions.

𓂃༊ trail rides around the campus grounds, with a focus on developing discipline and patience with horses.

𓂃༊ organized events like equestrian shows, where members can display their skills.

𓂃༊ workshops on horse care, from grooming to saddle making.

𓂃༊ collaboration with animal care clubs to foster a greater understanding of animal health.

*ೃ༄The Dueling Society (Fencing Club)

𓂃༊ the Fencing Club is dedicated to the art of sword fighting, combining agility, strategy, and precision.

𓂃༊ regular practice sessions with professional instructors.

𓂃༊ weekly sparring matches for students of varying levels, from beginners to advanced.

𓂃༊ participation in local, national, and even international fencing competitions.

𓂃༊ workshops on fencing history, technique, and its connection to literature and art.

*ೃ༄The Iron Lotus (Martial Arts Club)

𓂃༊ the Martial Arts Club focuses on various styles of martial arts, including judo, taekwondo, and Brazilian jiu-jitsu.

𓂃༊ weekly classes, from beginner to advanced techniques.

𓂃༊ self-defense seminars and stress management through martial arts.

𓂃༊ annual tournaments for both fun and competition.

𓂃༊ meditation and fitness sessions to improve mental clarity and physical strength.

✧˖*°࿐Club Meetings & Activities Schedule

𓂃༊ clubs meet once or twice a week, depending on activity level.

𓂃༊ some clubs, like Newspaper, Yearbook, and Student Council, operate year-round.

𓂃༊ clubs with seasonal projects, like Theatre and Fashion clubs, have intensive periods before major events.

✧˖*°࿐Competitions & Achievements

𓂃༊ Science Fairs & Math Olympiads

𓂃༊ National Theatre & Dance Competitions

𓂃༊ Literary Awards & Writing Contests

𓂃༊ Athletic Championships & eSports Tournaments

𓂃༊ Fashion & Art Exhibitions

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Vivek Ramaswamy got quite a strong reaction from conservatives when he tried to explain hiring trends across the tech sector in a culturally-charged social media post on Thursday. In an extended post shared on X, the tech entrepreneur wrote about how “top companies often hire foreign-born & first-generation engineers over ‘native’ Americans,” claiming the imbalance “isn’t because of an innate American IQ deficit (a lazy & wrong explanation)” but rather because of differences on the societal level. “A key part of it comes down to the c-word: culture,” Ramaswamy continued, before telling readers, “Tough questions demand tough answers & if we’re really serious about fixing the problem, we have to confront the TRUTH.” The CEO-turned-politician’s assessment? That “American culture has venerated mediocrity over excellence for way too long.” Ramaswamy suggested that entertainment has had an outsized impact on shaping mainstream American values “at least since the 90s and likely longer.”

“A culture that celebrates the prom queen over the math olympiad champ, or the jock over the valedictorian, will not produce the best engineers,” he claimed. Comparing and contrasting characters from several popular ’90s sitcoms, Ramaswamy went on to say, “A culture that venerates Cory from ‘Boy Meets World,’ or Zach & Slater over Screech in ‘Saved by the Bell,’ or ‘Stefan’ over Steve Urkel in ‘Family Matters,’ will not produce the best engineers.” His solution? “More math tutoring, fewer sleepovers. More weekend science competitions, fewer Saturday morning cartoons. More books, less TV. More creating, less ‘chillin.’ More extracurriculars, less ‘hanging out at the mall.’” While Ramaswamy’s point about pop culture seemed reasonable enough, the entrepreneur’s diagnosis veered into problematic overgeneralizations when he claimed the difference boiled down to families’ cultural and geographic backgrounds. “Most normal American parents look skeptically at ‘those kinds of parents,’” he wrote. “More normal American kids view such ‘those kinds of kids’ with scorn. If you grow up aspiring to normalcy, normalcy is what you will achieve.”

[...] Ramaswamy then tried to rally readers to help shift the status quo by envisioning a future where America “once again prioritizes achievement over normalcy; excellence over mediocrity; nerdiness over conformity; hard work over laziness.” While he pinned demographic disparities across the tech world on supposed cultural differences, the imbalance is more likely about dollars and cents. In 2020, a study by the Economic Policy Institute found that employers that rely on America’s H-1B visa program to recruit temporary employees with “highly specialized” skills and technical education often pay those workers well below the market wages. Companies like Amazon, Microsoft, Walmart, Google, Apple and Facebook have all made robust use of the program to fill job shortages. With President-elect Donald Trump preparing to implement a draconian deportation strategy when he assumes office next month, conservatives still seem to be at odds over how to approach the labor shortages troubling many of America’s biggest and most profitable businesses. Though Tesla CEO Elon Musk, like Ramaswamy, has vowed to be behind Trump’s harsh immigration policies, on Wednesday he posted that “the number of people who are super talented engineers AND super motivated in the USA is far too low,” and the country needs “to recruit top talent wherever they may be.”

DOGE co-chair Vivek Ramaswamy helped spark MAGA-on-MAGA violence over his X post on cultural differences on work expectations between native-born and foreign-born Americans.

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A couple weeks ago I substitute taught an [online] AMC¹ prep class (unreasonably proud of the way I'm afaik the only one without a college degree among like 50 instructors) and while talking to a few friends about it I took pics of a couple of my middle-school-mathlete-era trophies from the AMC and Math Olympiad as a silly brag: look I'm clearly qualified to teach this I was there once and winning at it! and one's for a top score in the grade, when my graduating class/size of the grade was about 400 students. I didn't win every time, so really I'm more like 1 in 100 here. But let's be generous for the sake of the example. 1 in 400 at competition math!

But the thing I felt as a kid so instinctively, and still often think of now, is that 1 in 400 is nowhere near good enough for anything real. 99.75th percentile, right? In NYC alone that's 21,000 people better than you.

A one-in-400 football player wouldn't make a decent college team, never mind the NFL. A one-in-400 SAT score certainly won't get you into Harvard. (Trust me, I'd know-- 800 math / 780 reading.)

So I'd have my brief moment of pride (often not even that, lol) but like, I never forget the scale of the task. That you should search broadly for your 1-in-400 niche, and once you find it, push. Intentional, directional effort. Take what you can; ask for forgiveness, not permission; become what you are! When I was 16 this was the only thing I ever thought about.

Now, I do at least sometimes temper it with thoughts of my partner or of reading in the park. Some balance is required. I think that if I still thought of nothing but "in what areas of my life can I most effectively find success (usually meaning financial success) by figuring out what skills I am the best at" I would burn out and make myself miserable. I also care about what things I personally enjoy doing-- you have to choose goals you can at least tolerate! But for me, a big part of the joy is in the doing (one of the few people on earth who enjoys looking for jobs? I've had to do a lot of it in my life so I kind of like doing interviews. Sure, it's stressful, but it's a nice bit of controlled stress!)

Anyway, as I prepare to maybe go back to the "regular" workforce for a bit after my long stint as a joyful-weirdo freelancer, I think it does me good to remember that even the "regular" workforce is a means to an end-- it pays money, potentially provides useful experience, and gives you something to put on your resume that you can use for future jobs, and ideally the job is reasonably tolerable along with it as you inch your way closer to the sort of work you think you would truly be best at. and at each step you push the 1-in-400 towards a 1-in-10k-or-so. in the end each job is just another step, not a vital element of your identity!

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