Oct 10, 2020
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not me getting out my brush pens just for the ~aesthetic~
Some kid in my history class: Ben Franklin was a cum dumpster she (our teacher) just won’t admit it.
I have a little over 24 hours to be ready for this apush exam and, if I’m completely honest, I’m not going to be. I looked at my mom and was like “I really do not think I’m going to do great on this” and bless her soul, she was like “It’s okay, it doesn’t affect your final grade. We don’t have to tell your dad if you fail, but I don’t think you’re going to.”
You gotta understand that it’s not your fault. Most of us haven’t been in class at all the entire fourth term. For those of us in semester long classes, that means you missed HALF of the class, and you were still expected to teach it to yourself. And those who take year long classes, that’s still 1/4 of the class! And they decided that it was acceptable to have us prepare by ourselves at home, shorten the time constraints, and not implement a curve. No one was properly prepared for this exam. It’s a new experience for everyone. And it’s okay.
You are going to be okay. Do not let a 45 minute written assignment scare you. It won’t hurt you. Do your best.
Your best is not working yourself to the edge of a mental breakdown. It isn’t losing sleep to cram for the test. It isn’t crying every time you think about the test because you’re afraid to fail.
It is no longer your best at that point.
Your best is doing the most you can do without self destructing. For me, my best is currently resting and watching cartoons to avoid stressing about tomorrow’s exam anymore than I already have.
Take a deep breath, remember that this is ONE CLASS, and that it will NOT harm your future as much as you think it will.
Read a bit, make some notes, do a practice DBQ, relax. Get some sleep, don’t forget to eat. And don’t self destruct. That is the best you can do for yourself right now. You got this. ❤️
Good luck to everyone taking AP exams this year, I believe in you! It’s been a struggle, but we’re in this together.
Skip it, Zuko Fanfic
(clock in 5:37pm EST)
Ever since Katara and Aang had been all fooly around each other I couldn't help but feel lonely. Mai and I were just too different, there wasn't much I could do about that. Now, I would just watch sunsets alone in the fire nation palace. The sun shined a deep and oddly familiar crimson red.
"Firelord Zuko. FIRELORD ZUKO!"
I snapped out of the hypnotic state I had been in,
"yes?" I gasped, "Aang!" I ran in to give my friend a hug. Katara was with him too, I gave her a wave. They immediately proceeded to make out. I said nothing.
"Get a room,"
I heard shackles and a voice say. Katara began to giggle as I began to loose my appetite.
"Oh, Zuko, this is a prisoner we took in for illegally selling tea," Aang blushed.
I couldn't help but laugh at the sound of that. My uncle would have loved the joke.
"Is...something funny?" Katara asked.
"Yeah, your mother's death," the prisoner joked. Again, I let out a laugh. Katara's face turned red with fury,
"ZUKO! ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LAUGHING RIGHT NOW!?"
"What does it look like?" The prisoner answered for me.
"dhshdbajjse," I bdkslasjsed.
Katara then began to water bend. She did her uglee little whip thingy and accidentally put out the lanterns and broke the prisoner's shackles. Then I heard foot steps around me. I felt gusts of wind, and with each gust a crimson flame shooting into a empty lantern. This fire was far more beautiful than the fire that lit the room before. My uncle told me about this! Only someone with a crimson heart, both warm and broken, could produce this colour.
"GRAB HER!!" Katra screeched.
She hid behind me and held on to my arm.
'Leave her alone, she's with me." I asserted.
"AGHH!!" Angry Katara stormed out with Aang follow her.
"what's your name," I asked her.
"Y/N," she replied.
(Clock out 6:02 EST)
@ APUSH/ US HISTORY STUDENTS
I’m working on typing up my high school notes from APUSH and a few other subjects. Notes so far go through The Great Awakening and I’ll try and stay at least 2 months ahead of the curriculum with my notes. If you need any help with any topic in particular, feel free to let me know at [email protected]
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ZFUE9uPBVGSNM-pOLiP8mWfRzrWNjCFkUddBcWoyE4A/edit?usp=sharing
so a few months ago i took my apush test exam thing and i was given the worst prompt where the documents didnt even match the questions being asked and i ended up passing but im still so fucking mad and i hate college board. that's all.
I love how adults would tell us that in highschool and college, our emails needed to be super formal because that's how teachers would expect us to talk, and that's how they would respond, well I just did that in an email to my apush teacher and he just responded with "yup"....
no greeting, no signature, not even like formal language... just... yup
Lmao dbq? I don't know her.