Turquoise is the best colour in the world.
It’s cyantifically proven.
you fucking didnt
I red that and now I feel violeted. I’m indigonant.
Turquoise is the best colour?? Psht, that’s just a pigment of your imagination.
you little shits.
xx-rapunzel-xx said: not sure. have you looked up anything on it?
My mother thinks I should, I have looked stuff up but I can’t tell about degrees of pain from reading things and I’m too bloody cowardly to actually ask anyone with qualifications, just as I’d be too scared to get it checked out. Thank you, though.
Trigger warning menstruation.
Should I be worried about the fact that I occasionally get pain so bad on my period that I actually have to double up and - not scream exactly, but vocalise in pain? (I mean I doubt I’d be able to screw up the courage to do anything about it but urrrrrgh.)
UK grading system
Time to move to the UK
Dude I would kill for that grading scale
THAT’S NOT FAIR
i was literally thinking about this yesterday and how unfair the american grading system is for people that grade poorly
This is bollocks, at least in my experience of the UK education system and standardised exams. Grade boundaries varied by year (because if I remember my teachers’ words on the subject right, the basic principle is that roughly the same numbers of people get each grade each year) and by subject - psychology A-level had really close grade boundaries, which is why I did crap, and drama GCSE, you needed like 99% to get an A+ (called an A*) because most people scored really highly. And they varied by exam board, as well - AQA GCSEs in sciences are easier to grade well on than OCR, as I remember - there’s multiple choice involved, from what I was told.
We always used to ask about grade boundaries and teachers would say, ‘well, we don’t know, but we can give you last year’s’ and they’d always be different. Plus, it varies on whether you’re doing foundation tier GCSEs - the exams are easier but you have to score higher to get a C and you can’t get above a C if you’re doing that.
Plus, you absolutely can get Es and Fs in the UK. The ‘fail grade’ is a U but I can’t remember where it was.
If this is meant to apply to university, I think letter grades are irrelevant - certainly they are at mine, you get a first or a 2:1 or a fail or whatever. Boundary for a first at mine is 70.
(Also, Warren, what do you mean by ‘miss points on everything?’ 100% is possible.)
she wants the d(ecent representation of queer characters within mainstream media without their plot being reduced to said sexuality)
Can I just start today again please. Start all the days again please. Rewrite my personal history please.
two millennials are barreling towards adulthood at 95 miles per hour. one of them has been coated with the most extravagant paint money can buy, but their steering apparatus is locked up until that coat’s paid off; the other’s breaks have been ripped out mid-trip, the thief yelling, “what, did you think you were entitled to these?” over their shoulder. half the tracks have been torn away to build second, third, and fifth garages for trains that are no longer running. solve for x.
tell me again how the song goes — i’m so inadequate i might forget. if we’re not informed enough then we’re apathetic morons, but if we’re too informed we’re oversensitive reactionaries; if we think we deserve more then we’re narcissistic cutthroats, but if we’re happy where we are then we’re passionless layabouts. if we’re making money then we’re materialistic automatons who only care about stuff and don’t value the important things in life, but if we’re broke then we’re disgusting, spoiled children who expect everything in life to be a handout. if we spend too much time with technology then we’re antisocial, soulless zombies who spell the end for human interaction as we know it, but if we spend too much time together we’re a dangerous, unstable element who should get real jobs already. we’re a disgrace; we’re a embarrassment; we’re a mistake; we’re a disappointment; we’re not what you wanted, however you slice it, and all of it’s our fault, right? right? oh, god, am i getting the melody wrong?
here’s what i propose, everyone who wants to open their twenty-four-hour news cycles or their pork-barrel mouths, who wants to use their filthy fucking hands to tear this generation a new one: you try it. you come up with a picture of the generation you seem to want: one that’s neither apathetic nor engaged, one that’s neither ambitious nor content, one that’s neither rich nor poor, one that’s neither technologically connected nor interpersonally involved. don’t forget to factor in the variables — the years of economic instability; the globalization of everything from communication to art; the hugely stratified individual experiences we’ve had based on things like race, sexuality, gender, and socioeconomics, on things that come with whole histories of systemic bullshit; the overwhelming burden of student debt that so many of us face; the fact that hindsight is 20/20. you write the formula for the millennial that will shut you the fuck up about all the things we should be and aren’t, about all the ways we’ve failed you, and then you bring it to me. i promise you, i will try it. anything for a little peace and quiet, right? anything to stop hearing it everywhere i go: that voice saying that, at twenty-three, i might already have flunked out of life.
(both millennials crash, spectacularly and yelling for help, into the station that never built a platform for them to pull into. onlookers stand by and shake their heads, wondering about the deplorable state of trains today. that’s what happens when nobody does the fucking math.)
So I haven’t been around and yeah sorry about that. I still love you all, but I’m revising and also having a shit time to the point where what I do when I have spare time is play solitaire or Mah-jong obsessively because everything else freaks me out.
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
Trigger warning - menstruation, cissexism.
And it’s difficult to say so not because I’m bothered about saying that I’m on my period (I have been known to say it loudly in the middle of a crowded lecture theatre) but because I don’t want to reinforce the stereotype that people are irrational when they’re on their periods, but it’s becoming increasingly obvious that I am irrational when I’m on my period/leading up to it. Last time I had to disengage from a good online conversation because I was convinced that everyone was attacking me even though they obviously weren’t and no way I was going to be able to deal with it in a way conducive to good discussion. And obviously, if I complain about my period (moreso if I complain than if I just state the fact of having it, oddly enough) people get it into their heads that that means I’m a woman.
I just said ‘fuck this essay’ for the day and I feel awful because of it. I’ll probably go back to it later. I hate having essays over the holidays. I need my room in uni dammit. I need people not around. I need my crappy ass chair and my crappy ass blanket and my own fucking computer on my own fucking desk. I’m like a fucking tire in a rut that spins fine until you take it out of the rut and then just goes ‘no stop’ and fails. And I’m That Jerk who can’t bear to make the easy-and-roughly-true argument when a hard-and-more-nuanced argument is there for the taking and then complains about it.