literally looking through my textbook and crying because I don’t know how to do any of this. This semester has been miserable.
this isn’t fair like
if the class involved a SHIT TON of math they should have TOLD ME or I would never have taken it. I know my limits and I know this class is too hard for me but I can’t fail it because my GPA will plummet but i can’t go to my professor for help but I’m NOT GOING TO PASS IT.
I can’t really go to my professor either, because he’s completely unapproachable. He’s one of those professors that treats you like an idiotic child and doesn’t even really help, he gives you “hints” when I say no, I need you to explain this to me STEP BY STEP. But he doesn’t seem to have the patience to deal with anyone who doesn’t grasp it right away, and I don’t even feel comfortable going to him for help.
If I were you I’d follow the when in doubt cheat mentality, especially if was paying for school. Just my .02$ doe
There’s no way to. We need to show all our work and I sit at a table by myself. D:
Seriously, here’s one of my questions:
A 1 kg bat is swung at an a 100g ball travelling at 40m/s. The bat is in contact with the ball for 0.1 seconds and the ball travel away at 60m/s. What is the magnitude ad direction of the average acceleration of the ball? What is the magnitude and direction of the average force on the ball?
I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! I’m going to FAIL this test.
Math literally fills my soul with terror and makes me want to cry whenever I’m faced with an equation. I get so pent up and frustrated and I don’t even know where to start and this class and this textbook literally make me cry because I’M SO CONFUSED.
I’m so upset about my science class and I don’t know what to do.
It was described to me as an entry-level science course, with basic science; why is the sky blue, how are rainbows made, how do machines work, etc. It’s designed for EDUCATION MAJORS. But it’s FULL of math. Like, ridiculously hard math with complex equations that I don’t know how to do to save my life. I’m BAD at math. I failed math in high school, took developmental math my first semester, had to drop out of stat. I can’t math. That’s not even me making excuses; I’m fantastic at reading, writing, science, but I can’t math.
And this class is FULL of math. Not entry-level math, either. HARD math that you need really complex equations to do. Never, EVER did they tell me that this course would involve math. NEVER did I think it would be anything but simple science. And I’m failing it, and I’m freaking out because I have a 3.5 GPA and I want to keep it that way. I’m totally blindsided by this course but I’m already only taking four classes (I took two over intersession so I can get away with that) but I can’t drop it because that’ll only be three and I won’t even be full time. But I don’t know how I can possibly pass it. I don’t have the math background to do ANY of this.
AND I’M GOING TO FAIL IT AND SO IS HALF MY CLASS.
I’m so freaked out and I’m meeting with my advisor this week but I have a midtern coming up and I CAN’T DO THIS CLASS.
You should go like my roommate's set on Polyvore!
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Can someone explain the “Albrecht” joke in TSN? No matter ho many times I’ve seen it I still don’t get that joke.
Apparently you all really do think it is a thing. We all need to have a sexuality that’s what makes us human. You probably just haven’t found the right person.
Sexuality is NOT what makes us human. Even it were, asexuality is a sexuality.
The majority of people you ask would probably tell you they like cake. But a few people will say they don’t, even though most people like cake. That’s pretty much what asexuality is; we don’t like sex.
Some asexuals experience sexual, physical or romantic attraction with no desire to have sex. Some asexuals experience none of these things and also don’t want to have sex. Some get aroused, some don’t at all. I, for one, do NOT want anyone’s genitals coming near my vagina. I don’t like sex or have a desire to have sex in the same way I don’t like meat or spinach.
"You probably haven’t found the right person" - would you say to a lesbian that she just hasn’t found the right guy? Or to a gay man that he just hasn’t found the right girl? Would you push the idea of eating meat onto a vegetarian? No. You probably wouldn’t. I hope you wouldn’t. I don’t want to have sex in the way that I don’t want to eat a pig’s liver.
Asexuality is A SEXUALITY. (Geddit? A-sexuality?)
So, thanks for completely invalidating millions of people’s sexual identities!
I don’t even remember my first one because I was so little and on so many meds. I had a big body cast then, literally going from my neck to my waist. I remember putting really snug pajamas on once because they were a gift and they had Spongebob and hardly being able to get them off, and I looked like a brick. I remember my second one, though, getting massive heartburn, sores and bruises because I literally couldn’t get out of bed and was staying in one place. I was taking valium and got violently ill and I still can’t ever take valium again. And it was the worst pain of my life. In the hospital I was on morphine and talking to my friend who says I kept going on about turtles racing and asking for chocolate milk.
But it’s really amazing when you think you’ll never move again and you’re walking almost immediately (I fucking hated anyone who tried to get me to walk). I KNOW how you feel, I couldn’t bend down, couldn’t squat, it hurt to sit, I had to pick up things I dropped with my toes because it hurt so much to squat.
But I promise that right now, you’re probably feeling like you’ll never be able to do normal things again. I thought I’d never get better, I’d be crying and begging the universe to take the pain away. I hardly slept (and the one night I slept through, I woke up to my mom screaming at my brother because he was smoking pot in his room). But every week - every day, I was a little better. I could walk, and then a couple days later I could bend and squat. I could finally keep food down, ride in the car and go into a store and get myself a snack. Within about three weeks I was up and walking, even if it was painful.
Within six weeks I was moving furniture in my room.
So I know how you feel right now, sick and in pain and crappy and you probably feel really incompetent, but you’re going to get better. Faster than you think, too! It’s AMAZING how fast the body heals from such an intrusive surgery (How many pins/rods did you get? I think I’ve got 18 pins now). I PROMISE you that you’re going to feel better. Just try to focus on getting through the pain, because when you come out of it, you’re going to be straighter and it’ll probably fix a lot of problems for you (although it does take away a lot of flexibility). You are going to get better, and fast, I promise you. Just try to hang in there, do whatever it takes to make you feel better, wear some footie pajamas and watch your favorite movie and eat chocolate pudding if it’s still hard to keep food down. And focus on the VERY NEAR day when you won’t have any pain and a straighter back.
You’ll feel better!!
OH, AND I FORGOT: I had a back support pillow/pad thing like this that was triangular, so it sat flat on my bed but had a gentle incline going up. Resting my back on that felt SO much better than lying down. Invest in one if you don’t have one!
ALSO; putting a pillow between my legs when I was lying on my side took some pressure off my lower back. Not sure why, but that eased the pain too.
A semi-bad thing just happened and reminded me why I hate people.
My roomate Danielle and her friend (I’ll call her Anna) went to a party tonight; Danielle’s first. Anna saw an ex-boyfriend there; they broke up very recently, he was her first, and she was REALLY, really drunk she came back crying, upset, in tears and almost too drunk to talk. We sobered her up, gave her some water and bread, and a boy that lives across the hall knocked.
We let him in, because we thought we’d met all the boys that live in that dorm and they’re really, really great people. So this one boy, Marwan, sat down on our couch and started talking to her, making her laugh. We know he’s a great guy, really nice, we like him. So another one of their roommates came in, I’ll call him Derrek, and by then these guys literally just started coming in.
So there’s this one guy - I’ll call him Max - comes bursting in our door, laughing. He sees Anna crying, says “no, no, no, you know what she needs? She should date Marwan - you know black guys have like, eight inch dicks?”
So I’m at the fridge and I’m completely horrified. I say “Okay, thanks for the tip” and grab something from the fridge as he stares at my ass. “No, but REALLY though. she just needs to get slammed by a big dick, that’ll take her mind off her boyfriend.”
We kick him out at this point. Anna’s still crying, and I’m kind of getting a panic attack. But Marwan and Derrek are talking to her and she likes them and they’re making her laugh, and I know they’re both really cool guys. So our other roommate is asleep and Anna and Danielle go across the hall with Marwan and Derrek; I stay behind.
Danielle is kind of half in the room, half in the hall, talking to one of them. They come back a while later; Anna’s still upset and noticeably more drunk. It turns out that the guy that came in talking about black guy’s dicks had been offering her shots and not letting her refuse, even though she was already drunk as fuck. Marwan tries to stop him but he’s too drunk to really intervene, and this guy forces Anna to drink three shots, even though she keeps insisting that she wants water, wants to find Danielle and go back to our room, but Max doesn’t let her get off the couch and keeps forcing her to take more shots, even putting the glass to her lips. Apparently he told her she should sleep with Marwan, and she got the idea that Marwan wants to fuck her; Marwan was later horrified to hear this because he’s a very good, gentle, polite and traditional guy.
So she and Danielle got back safely and Danielle went and bitched them out, got cussed out by Max and shoved out the door. Apparently, Max lives with these guys, which we didn’t know.
We’re all safe and unharmed but the fact that this guy is the kind of guy that would rape someone who lives across from me is horrifying.
I just talked to a guy who said my life must suck because I don’t go to parties and socialize and don’t have a boyfriend. Apparently “that’s so sad” and “that sucks”. He literally couldn’t fathom that parties are too loud and crowded for me.
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I can play either one - it’s so, so hard to find roleplayers in this fandom, and I LOVE Mark and Eduardo and I love smut and Harvard era and AUs and post-depositions; it’s just such a chore to find anyone who plays them so IF YOU DO YOU SHOULD REALLY REALLY SEND ME AN ASK BEFORE I PASS OUT FROM ROLEPLAY DEPRIVATION.