"oh you're a perfectionist? that's awesome, no wonder your work is so g-"
:/ okay yeah but have you considered that my entire life and every single thing i do and every hobby i try to enjoy and every task i attempt to complete and every academic undertaking and every social interaction is just a constant cycle of wait but i can do better than that. i can do better than that. i can do way better than that. that's not my best effort. that's not good enough. wait but i can do way better than that. wait but i can do way better than that. wait but i can d-
In a department meeting, losing my mind because everyone refuses to teach these students ANYTHING about the global south and whenever I complain about it the answer is always "no one can teach it" with a defying undertone implying that *I* should shut up if I'm not going to teach it
First of all I'm a PhD student who doesn't specialise in the global south in general (only one state) and who knows decolonial theories because of personal and academic interests (& because I studied in a very commited institution)... What do you mean students learning Fanon is something i should take upon myself?? (Btw I have taught fanon to the students who take the elective seminar I teach because I consider him key for anyone doing area studies... ) The question is WHY DIDN'T THEY KNOW HIM BEFORE ?? Why do they not know *anything* about colonialism?
"We focus in recent events" HOW are your students supposed to understand the nuance behind US current imperialism if they don't know the Monroe Doctrine? If they don't know British and French imperialism in the Levant? If they don't know the Columbian exchange????
Shinsou wants to sleep. I want to sleep. Monoma wants us both to finally learn English.
It’s 01:24 AM here, I’m just starting my own homework while the other side of the world is waking up.
ᓚᘏᗢ Finally finished this piece! The lighting almost gave me a breakdown, but look how cozy these two turned out. Their whole dynamic is in those tiny notes and the mess on the desk. And yes, I will draw them a million more times, get used to it!
i'm genuinely such a joke of a student. people think i'm the smartest in the class, but by how much? i barely get by and now my grades are actually starting to decline. my studying is barely working even when i sometimes forget to eat. i got low grades all bc i somehow forgot to follow instructions. who am i to think i'm smart? even when i did study, i still didn't understand shit and get the results i wanted. i'm not even that special anyway. grades are all i have and now i'm losing the one thing i'm good at.
Could you do a teen reader who’s stuggling so much with her homework like literally crying over math homework and thinks they’re so fuckin dumb EVEN THO THEYRE NOT DUMB cause they can’t understand shit (me core) and like Ratio finds them and helps them with it?
realized it’s my first time making a req that isn’t about aventurine
Ignorance is the Only Enemy
Summary: When you struggle with overwhelming math homework and feel consumed by self-doubt, Dr. Ratio steps in to guide you through your frustration, teaching you that struggle is a necessary step toward growth.
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Platonic Relationship, Mentor-Student Dynamic, Hurt/Comfort, Self-doubt, Academic Struggles.
Warnings: Mentions of self-deprecating thoughts and crying due to frustration, ends on a positive and empowering note.
The late evening sun cast warm, golden rays across the sprawling halls of the Intelligentsia Guild. Among the endless shelves of books and bustling scholars, one small corner was notably quiet save for the occasional muffled sniffle.
You sat at a grand desk, head buried in your arms, papers crumpled and scattered like fallen leaves. Your math homework glared at you with its incomprehensible formulas and numbers that refused to make sense. Despite hours of effort, nothing clicked. Tears brimmed in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks as frustration bubbled over.
"I'm so dumb," you muttered, your voice cracking under the weight of self-doubt.
"Incorrect," a sharp, self-assured voice interrupted your spiral of despair.
Startled, you looked up to see him. Dr. Ratio, the legendary mind of the Intelligentsia Guild, stood before you with an arched brow. His wavy hair caught the light as it framed his striking, piercing eyes. His gaze, intense yet somehow inquisitive, bore into you.
You quickly wiped your tears, mortified. "Oh, uh... sorry! I-I didn’t mean to bother anyone—"
"Nonsense." Ratio waved a hand dismissively, pulling up a chair beside you with a fluidity that spoke of practiced confidence. "Ignorance bothers me, not those seeking to overcome it."
He glanced at the chaotic mess of your papers, scanning the problem you were stuck on. "Hmm. Algebra. Quadratic equations, no less." His tone was calm, almost amused.
You groaned, burying your face again. "I don’t get it! I’ve been staring at this for hours, and no matter what I try, I can’t figure it out. Maybe I’m just... stupid."
Ratio leaned back, crossing his arms, and gave you a disapproving look. "Incorrect again. I do not associate with stupidity, and you are currently in my presence. Ergo, your assumption is flawed."
You blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard by his odd yet strangely comforting logic.
He tapped the table, his expression softening slightly. "Let us address this together. Show me where your confusion begins."
Hesitant but desperate for help, you slid your notebook toward him, pointing at the problem. "I don’t get how to set it up. Like, I know I need to find the roots or something, but I just... I can’t."
"Ah." Ratio nodded, his hand resting on his chin. "You are overwhelmed, not unintelligent. There is a distinction." He picked up a pen, his movements precise and deliberate, and began writing. "Math is merely a language, much like any other. Once you learn the structure, it becomes a tool rather than an obstacle."
He broke the problem down step by step, explaining each part in a way that made it feel less daunting. His voice was steady, confident, and clear, and he paused often to ensure you were following along. For the first time, the problem began to make sense.
"Wait, so... I use the quadratic formula here?" you asked, daring to feel a spark of hope.
"Precisely," Ratio confirmed, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "The formula is your key, and these values are the lock."
Bit by bit, under his guidance, you solved the equation. When you wrote down the final answer, it was as if a weight had been lifted from your chest.
"I did it," you whispered, staring at the solution in disbelief. Then louder, "I actually did it!"
Ratio leaned back, his arms crossed, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "Of course you did. You are not incapable—merely untrained. With proper instruction, even the most daunting challenges can be overcome."
Tears welled up again, but this time, they were tears of relief. "Thank you, Dr. Ratio. I... I don’t think I could’ve done this without you."
He stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his vest. "You could have. I simply expedited the process. Remember, the mind is like any muscle. It requires exercise and nourishment to grow."
Before leaving, he placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression uncharacteristically gentle. "And never call yourself stupid again. Intelligence manifests in many forms. Struggle is not failure—it is a precursor to growth."
As he walked away, his words lingered in your mind, planting seeds of confidence you hadn’t felt in ages. With newfound determination, you picked up your pen and turned to the next problem, ready to face it head-on.
