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My Notes Masterpost

Hey guys! It’s finally that time of year, the time where I post all of my notes from the semester! (I’m actually posting all of my notes from the last three years) Feel free to use and distribute these notes as you please, but please do not repost on Tumblr without giving credit!

High School Notes

Algebra II- These are by far my largest files to date. Both PDFs are a mixture of my own notes and notes that my teacher gave me. 

Physics- I don’t have a whole ton of these notes, but they include key ideas, as well as step-by-step instructions for 1-D and 2-D motion problems.

AP Human Geography- This folder includes chapter outlines, worksheets, articles, and practice tests.

AP World History- FIFTY PAGES WORTH OF APWH NOTES! These are the notes that got me through the exam!

AP Psychology- Chapter outlines + two projects I did. I don’t have a whole lot of notes on this subject because I mostly used a workbook.

Introduction to Digital Technology- These notes are helpful for anyone taking a computer science class, but these do focus fairly heavily on web design.

Digital Design/Web Design- These are from second and third year web design classes, focusing on HTML/CSS.

Sociology- All vocab from a textbook written in the 90s.

Spanish II- I’m gonna be honest here and say I did very poorly in Spanish, but I did at least take a decent number of notes.

College Notes

ENGL1101- These are all Blackboard handouts from my professor. 

ENGL1102- These are all vocabulary terms for all things literature.

HIST2111- EXTREMELY HELPFUL FOR APUSH. This folder is literally hundreds of pages of American History notes from my college lectures.

American Government- Every single vocabulary term from my American Government textbook. These notes were written with Mildliners so I apologize for the light-colored text.

That’s all I have for now! As always, feel free to contact me if you have any questions/technical problems with these notes. Remember that what I did may not work for you, but I hope these notes will at the very least help you out come exam time! Good luck and happy studying!

[lossofthenguyener]

The moon exists. The moon can be in our hand, that imagination and realization exists. To the bright future, I strive, We strive. I exist, We exist. We strive to exist. We exist to strive. Our life is a mere ritual, one that we draw from the past to press onward to the present and to bring forth the future.

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The road is closed, but the future isn’t.  It exists. So do I. My rituals have just begun, as I become closer to realization.

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A bird in it’s natural, ritualistic environment.  A majestic being I discovered whilst I begin my soul-searching. 

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A Conclusion and, definitely, A Final Entry: What is a Ritual? (#6)

After loss and more loss, I find myself changed. I am not a “changed man”, but I am a “changed thinker”. Initially, my idea of a ritual- due to my family’s religious activities- was simply a procedure or ceremony that is exacting in every motion and utterance as a religious practice.Now, a ritual comes to me as an activity the provokes and promotes thought, revelation, spiritualism, and change. This process is never always exacting, but it can be. A ritual can recognize many things. 

Spiritualism, religion, existence, human nature, change, feeling, and being, are some factors and concepts that can be recognized by a performance of a ritual.

After the past weeks of loss and separation, I’ve come to realize that I can be too anxious and concerned when it comes to losing something, whether valuable or invaluable, whether tangible or intangible. I found myself thinking about the things I left behind more than I could ever imagine. I felt hurt when I lost what I thought about over a short span of two days. Why? I can’t tell, not yet at least. I can see myself differently, but maybe that was always how I have been. I simply neglected such perceptions, pushing it into oblivion and obscurity, until they were dug up and discovered. Perhaps a time of soul-searching is needed. To the future.

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But now, You do not exist. You are the past.

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You were there. You existed.

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An Extension or, I don’t know, A Sense of: Getting Lost (#5)

I lay down and here at the Campanile, listening to Africa by Toto. Not by choice, obviously. (Thanks Pandora) I brought my FASET ID and lanyard, I contemplated sacrificing my laptop or BuzzCard, but I am not insane yet. But this ID represents my beginnings at Tech. I can hear, besides Africa, the construction, the water, and the new FASET babies. It is unbearably hot, but I will do it a grade a good experience. This is beautiful, I must say. My arms hurt from trying to write like this. My pen is messing up too. How great. I can smell nature (and chlorine) and this is wonderful. I only wonder what everyone else brought and what places they chose. To the next two days, then.

Day 1

I am concerned. My past, the memory of FASET, will it be forgotten if I don’t get it back? What if someone finds it? Will I get in trouble for “littering”? My name is in there, so it’s possible. Will they seek me out? Would it be a manhunt? There hasn’t been a phone call. Maybe they just threw it away. Maybe I’m just thinking too much about it. Why am I thinking too much about it?

Day 2

I want to check. I want to check. But I can’t. I could, but I can’t. There is lots of work to be done. There is a restriction to keep me put, or at least away from my possession. Yes. My possession. But.. if it is my possession, does it belong to me then? I thought belonging was acceptance, not possession. I don’t know. I don’t know. What if someone cleaned the area and whisked it away? My worry and concern grows as time passes. It’s just an ID and lanyard, but why am I so... worried? 

Day 3

The dreadful two days have passed. Class has passed. Now.. I can find it.

Gone. It has vanished. Vanished. It has vanished from my life. It is now one of the “disappeared”, taken away and dropped off into the mountains known as a landfill. Probably. What if it was nature? The winds could have just taken it away. Unlikely. Maybe it was a faculty member. There was no call or notice, it simply disappeared. Will I be able to remember? Will I be able to remember my beginnings? I don’t know, but probably. All I know is that it is now a part of the “disappeared”. It was lost. Am I getting lost?