I reblogged this exclusively for Chord Overstreet.
in which frenki and i translate all the works we studied in ib, mathematically (apologies for all the tags, but they always kept us working in english class and a lot of these books have stuck with me enough to be on my tumblr more than once)
I’m wearing my IB shirt as I type and someone asked “what’s IB?” and, well, you know.
Like petals on a wilting rose that had seen many heated and drunken nights but many more hungover mornings, the bonds slowly dissolved and soon, only a sturdy stem remained.
I hate it when someone just calls something “easy” because the difficulty level of something is so subjective. I also hate the typically accompanying arrogance that comes with that kind of assertion. Yes you’re so good at math that you don’t need to spend a while and/or collaborate with others to solve it. No, that doesn’t mean we don’t. Maybe it’s jealousy or stupidity but like I just hate this kind of shit.
I just hate people
sometimes very frequently.
Y se siente tan culpable
Por ahora será
Una invisible idiota
Y aún sigue alla.
But I like it when a math test makes me feel better about myself, even just a little bit. My calc diagnostic was manageable and I answered every question, including the series questions that I pulled more or less out of thin air. Also, it just makes me so glad I had the math teachers I did. For example, I had a partial fractions problem and Ms. Goetz’s voice boomed in my head from her “kill the fraction!” lecture. LIPET made an appearance thanks to Mr. Davis and it was just fun.
We decided not to sleep again? Fuck my life.