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autistichalfblood · 2 months

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Nearing 40,000 followers!

54 more followers to reach 40k and I just.... I remember being a literal child super excited to reach 4k on this exact same blog and some things never change do they? I'm super excited now.

I was at school and super lonely with no friends, being bullied and suffering without any adaptations or understanding for my autism. And then one day I found a home here, a community, a safe place to express my special interest and be creative.

I was 12 and uncomfortable writing anything in English here, unsure my self-taught English was any good, scared to add tags and have stupid typos, scared of send asks and be made fun of, scared of expressing myself. Now I'm here, writing this text.

I used to look at gifs and think "Man, I wish I could do that." and I self-taught myself how to gif and now I can actually do that!

I also used to think about how hard my school experience was and that no one should go through that and now I can actually make that happen on my little corner of the world because that little girl that wanted to become a teacher and make a change? I became that. I'm 26, a public school English teacher here in Brazil and everyday I try to be that change.

If I can say just one thing right now is to just hang in there. Change, evolution, development... It all may seem impossible now but it is not.

Oh, actually I want to say another thing:

Thank you.

To all almost-40,000-of-you.

#tumblr #followers #teaching #autism #teacher #actuallyautistic #*

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pastel-charm-14 · 2 months

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remembering what you learn

we've all been there—cramming for exams, memorizing facts and figures, only to forget it all as soon as the test is over. but fear not, because there are some tried-and-true strategies to help you actually retain what you learn.

engage actively: instead of passively reading or listening to lectures, actively engage with the material. take notes, ask questions, and participate in class discussions. the more actively you engage with the material, the more likely you are to remember it.

space out your studying: instead of cramming all your studying into one marathon session, spread it out over time. this allows for better retention and comprehension of the material. try to review your notes and study a little bit each day, rather than waiting until the last minute.

use multiple study methods: mix things up by using a variety of study methods, such as flashcards, practice problems, diagrams, and mnemonics. different study techniques activate different parts of your brain, making it easier to remember the material.

teach it to someone else: one of the best ways to really understand and retain material is to teach it to someone else. whether it's explaining a concept to a friend, tutoring a classmate, or even just talking through it with yourself, teaching forces you to think critically about the material and reinforces your understanding.

test yourself regularly: testing yourself is a highly effective way to reinforce learning and identify areas where you need to focus more attention. quiz yourself with flashcards, practice exams, or create your own test questions based on the material.

get enough sleep: sleep plays a crucial role in memory consolidation, so make sure you're getting enough rest each night. aim for 7-9 hours of sleep per night to help solidify what you've learned.

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itsclydebitches · 11 months

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Any tips for new grad students? I'm about to start in the fall and I'm curious how it'll be different/hopefully better than undergrad!

Congratulations, anon!!!

Let's see... some alphabetical tips based on my own experience:

Ask for help. You'll likely have a million questions and, unfortunately, the designated people who can answer them are often crazy busy and may take a while to get back to you, or forget entirely. So don't be afraid to ask for help from whoever might even feasibly know the answer -- including tumblr blogs! You're off to a great start lol

Be on the lookout for advisors early. Whether you're just in need of a singular advisory for a thesis, or if you'll be putting a whole committee together, approach every new instructor with the question, "Would I want them to mentor me through my research?" in the back of your mind. Pay attention to not just their specialties and teaching methods, but who they are as a person. Do you like them? Are you comfortable with them? Do they treat you respectfully? Do they seem to have everything well in hand? I loved my advisor dearly as a person, but he was often waaaaaay behind on his work. Looking back, I would have at least considered choosing someone with better organization/time management skills.

Get good at writing emails. Can you write a succinct, professional sounding email? Great! Get comfortable doing that throughout the whole day. Feeling a little iffy? Practice over the summer. There are a lot of templates online that can help, but you'll want to ensure you're not going into grad school still writing "k thx" from your iPhone at 3:00am. (For the record, your professors may do this, the students should not lol).

Have designated, scheduled downtime. Literally if you don't plan to take a break... you won't be taking a break. Not until your body decides to take one for you, anyway. Friday nights were always my couch potato time. Absolutely no work allowed and no strenuous activity unless it was something I was legitimately excited about (so no getting pressured into outings I didn't actually want to attend). Friday nights were sacred, a time for takeout and only whatever else I felt like doing, usually TV, video games, and vegging out with my cat.

Imposter Syndrome is a BITCH. Luckily, pretty much everyone's got it to a greater or lesser extent, we all just need to acknowledge it more. You know those boards some schools have celebrating places where students have gotten in and other achievements? Yeah, we put one up for failures in our department. Literally a giant, glittery, "CONGRATS YOU DIDN'T GET IT!" board where we hung proposal rejections, grant rejections, school rejections, scholarship rejections, job rejections, and on one memorable occasion a date rejection. I highly recommend it. Nothing lessens the sting quite as much as seeing that you're a part of a sea of similar disappointments and remembering that you're all in the same, often luck-based boat.

Pick a non-academic hobby. Your mental health will thank you, trust me. Like the designated downtime, you need to be doing something that's not reading/writing/researching 24/7. Pick a hobby that in no way relates to academics or your chosen field, preferably something hands-on and creative. Grad school is when I picked up crocheting alongside knitting.

Prepare to hold down two jobs. This really only applies if you're going to be teaching while you get your degree (or if you have an outside job for the paycheck), but I was pretty blindsided by what it took to be a full-time student and a half-time instructor. I don't really have good advice beyond "Figure out your time management skills now" and "Don't pour all your energy into one or the other because the one you've neglected WILL come back to bite you in the ass," but even just being aware of how difficult it is going to be would have staved off the initial shock.

Read strategically. Perhaps this is different for someone not in the Humanities, but you will be reading a LOT in grad school. Like, an absolutely stupid amount. There simply will not be time to cover everything from title to footnotes (I know, it hurts), so get comfortable with reading abstracts, chapter summaries, skimming, and otherwise summarizing lengthy works to figure out what you should prioritize. Unless a whole article is assigned for class, figure out what you need from any given text -- or what you think you may need -- and hone in on that. You can always return to read more if you have the time.

SAVE EVERYTHING. Do not delete emails. Get copies of everything even remotely official. Print everything out. Buy yourself a couple of cheap file boxes, stick them under your bed, and keep it all just in case. What kind of things have I unexpectedly needed to dredge up weeks, months, or even years later? The printed paper with hand-written comments to justify a grade I gave. An ancient email from a committee member proving that they did in fact sign off on a certain chapter choice. A copy of the publication forms I signed for a book collection after those got lost on their end (somehow). Seriously, save everything. You'll never know when you may need proof of some communication you've had.

Take naps. That's it. That's the advice. Someone gives you shit for being "lazy" or tries to make you feel bad for "wasting" a sunny afternoon? Make them step on a Lego and then both of you take your nap outside. Naps are beautiful and sacred and life-saving. Just set a good alarm for whenever your next class/meeting is.

Work at making friends. Unlike high school or even college where you'll be spending the day with a core group of people, in graduate school (unless your school is really small) the students are a lot more spread out and there aren't as many built-in opportunities to socialize. So plan to put in more effort at connecting with others because you will want that camaraderie, both for practical help and your sanity. I didn't realize how much more I needed to do to get to know my peers until I was nearly finished my Master's. Luckily, my PhD threw me into an office with seven other grads, so I didn't have a choice about getting to know them lol

You're responsible for your own learning. You've gotten a taste of this in college, but grad school cranks it up to 11. You're an adult (not an "adult" adult like a college student) and you've committed to putting forth 2-7 additional years towards your education. The expectation is that you want to be here and will showcase the necessary effort without outside influence (unless you require accommodations, of course). Be prepared for your instructors to treat you like a peer, both when it comes to the fun stuff - intense debates about your field! - and the responsibilities they expect you to follow through on. In some ways grad school is nothing like college because you are now focused on one subject, you are working collaboratively with people who were once solely authority figures, and 95% of the work will occur outside the classroom via self-teaching. You're a professional now. Still being mentored, but well on your way to that equal standing. The sooner you realize that you are responsible for your own education and future career -- not your teachers, your parents, your BFF, your roommate, etc. -- the better.

Most importantly:

#school #teaching #grad school

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andreafmn · 7 months

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Kinktober ⛓ Day 2

Word Count: 3.2K Paring: Severus Snape x Professor!Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Roleplay WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), vaginal fingering. spanking, student-teacher roleplay

Summary: (Y/N) reminisces about her times as a student in Hogwarts and wants nothing more than to fulfill one of the fantasies she'd had while within those walls.

A/N: again, sorry not sorry about my Kinktober works 🤭🤭

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It was weird to walk amongst the walls of Hogwarts as a teacher rather than a student when, only a few years back, that’s precisely what (Y/N) had been. She had been just like the overeager students she now taught, trying her best to get through the day without imploding from the throes of being a teenager.

But gone were the days that she had to worry about handing in her History of Magic papers on time or failing Divination. Now, the only thing she had to concern herself with was her students’ grades and staying in the good graces of her fellow colleagues who had once taught her—especially the grumpy Potions professor.

“Oh, good evening, Professor,” a startled Hufflepuff student called out. “I was just…”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Ainsworth. Just hurry back to your dorm,” (Y/N) smiled at the scared girl. “I won’t fault you for something I used to do.”

“Wow, really? You won’t take off points?”

“Of course not,” she smiled. “But run along now, dear. I can’t promise anyone else will be as lenient.”

After a playful wink from the older woman, the girl ran off, careful not to be caught by anyone else in the dungeons. It brought a chuckle out of (Y/N), thinking of all the times she had been seen in that very situation, and had cost her house many points. If she’d had a teacher like her, maybe she could have spared herself many nights in detention. However, she barely regretted most.

She walked through the dungeon halls with a purpose, trailing to the place most students dreaded to be in. If she’d had any sense, she would have dreaded it too. Instead, it was the place she wished she got to spend more time in.

“Knock, knock,” (Y/N) called out as she opened the creaky door to the classroom.

“You don’t have to knock if you’re already inside,” the man inside grumbled as he looked up from the papers he was grading. “And you definitely do not have to say the words: knock, knock.”

“Well, Severus, since you can’t punish me by taking house points anymore, I don’t feel any threat from your words,” she teased as she walked toward the front of the classroom, her steps echoing in the emptiness. “I’m not a student anymore, so you don’t terrify me.”

“It’s good to hear that I don’t terrify my girlfriend,” Severus chuckled, finally standing from his chair and rounding his desk to meet her. “And you know there are other ways I could punish you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, darling,” (Y/N) laughed. “It might remind me of all the daydreaming I did in your class back then.”

“Oh, how could I ever forget those impure thoughts of yours, love? They got quite distracting at the end of term. It seemed you couldn’t keep your head on straight.”

A breath got hitched in (Y/N)’s throat, making her swallow a lump. “You knew about that?” she asked in surprise. “And you never said anything?”

“It seems you forget about my legilimency skill, love,” he grinned, brushing a piece of hair from her face. “And it’s not like you did anything to keep those thoughts to yourself. It was practically the only thing running through your head when you should have been paying attention in class.”

“You read my mind while I was in class? Out of all the students there, you read my mind?” (Y/N) teased, a mischievous grin on her face. She could only chuckle as her words brought a red hue to Severus’ cheeks, flushing at the admission. “Well, professor, could it be that you were just as interested in me as I was in you? Is that why you agreed to go out with me last year after I bumped into you at the Three Broomsticks?”

“I need not lie, my darling. But you were still a child back then. I should not have been thinking that way.”

“I was already eighteen years old, darling. You could have done something about it.”

“I was still your professor, (Y/N).”

“And thank Merlin, you’re not anymore,” she grinned. “It could get us into a lot of trouble if I had done something like this.”

The woman stood on her tiptoes, her hands pressed against Severus’ clothed chest for support, to kiss the man firmly on his lips. He placed his hands on either side of her face in response, deepening the kiss to savor her mouth. “You know,” (Y/N) continued, her fingers walking across his chest. “I still have my uniform tucked safely away in my dormitory.”

“What are you suggesting, love?”

“Well, it’s a rather quiet night,” she grinned. “And I know a certain wizard that could make sure that door remains shut and no one can listen in.”

“You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you, (Y/N)?” Severus said with an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Trying to get me in trouble?”

“There’s nothing wrong with two consenting adults in a relationship to be together.”

“What if someone did catch us?”

“Then, you’re not as good a wizard as you claim to be, darling.”

“Oh, you’ll certainly be punished for that, love,” he laughed darkly. “Now, why don’t you go ahead and get changed while I enchant this place?”

With a devilish grin, (Y/N) sauntered over to his office, where she accioed the perfectly folded uniform she had left sitting on her bed. It felt rather strange to be dressing in those clothes once more. The skirt fit a bit too snug, the shirt felt a bit too small, and the tie felt just too constricting. But all of that discomfort died when she remembered why she was wearing the pieces in the first place. The thought was enough to send a shiver down her spine and cause warm wetness to pool between her legs in anticipation. Everything she had dreamed of in her last year at Hogwarts was about to come true.

She walked out of Severus’ office with her house cloak draped across her back, quick to find the seat she had done all her daydreaming in –first row, far left corner, directly in front of his desk. He was already sitting back at his desk, pretending he was still grading papers –or maybe he still was– and acting as though (Y/N) had just walked into his classroom.

“You’re late for your detention, Ms. (Y/L/N). Ten points from (Y/H).”

“But, professor!” she whined, her mind reverting to the times that very situation had occurred. “It’s not my fault that I was late.”

“I do not care for excuses, (Y/L/N). You were supposed to be here right after dinnertime. It is well past curfew hour. I think I’m being rather reasonable by only taking ten points.”

“That’s not fair!”

“I could take more if you think that would be fair. I’m sure your fellow housemates will be thrilled to hear that you cost them points for complaining.”

“You can’t do that, professor. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Is that why you’re in detention with me, then? Because you haven’t done anything wrong?”

“That’s right,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “You gave me a detention for absolutely no reason.”

The chuckle that left Severus’ throat sent chills across her veins, making her cross her legs tightly in a futile attempt at friction. “I don’t think messing up your potion because you were in your head the entire class is no reason,” Snape grumbled. “You cost your partner their grade and made a mess of my classroom.”

(Y/N) wanted to laugh as he recounted something that had occurred many years before. The very day that had gifted her with her first detention with Severus Snape. Instead, she said, “I wasn’t in my head. I simply read the instructions wrong.”

“A brilliant witch like yourself would never be careless enough,” he countered. “And I have ways to prove that you were daydreaming, Ms. (Y/L/N). So, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Whichever you decide, the punishment has already been chosen.”

“Then, it’s not much of a choice, is it?”

“I’m giving you a chance to admit your wrongdoings rather than taking the truth from you,” he offered. “And, might I suggest the path of least resistance?”

The woman pretended to think for a moment. It was what she would have done at that moment. She would have weighed her options and convinced herself that telling the truth would at least lessen her punishment. “Alright then,” she said. “I admit that I was daydreaming in your class, which led to my potion exploding.”

“And?”

“And what? That’s all that happened.”

“But you haven’t said what it was that you were thinking of, (Y/L/N),” he said as he stood from his desk. “And, in my opinion, that’s what caused this whole fiasco.”

“I-I can’t say that, sir,” she stammered as a deep-red hue painted her face. “It’s not pertinent to the situation. I admitted to my fault. Just give me my punishment.”

“That is part of your punishment, (Y/N),” Severus countered, his voice dropping. “So, what was it?”

“I won’t say it, sir.”

“It seems you’re under the impression that this is a request,” he chuckled darkly. “Come here, (Y/N).”

“W-what?”

“I said: Come. Here,” the older man answered sternly. “And I don’t like repeating myself.”

(Y/N) scrambled to her feet and hurried up the three steps to stand before him on the other side of his desk. He towered over her, and she couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated. Severus looked her over, inspecting the uniform he had seen her wear many times before, only this time he was allowed to take it off her. Much more, she wanted him to take it off her.

Severus had never deluded himself. Even if it always seemed like he held all the power because of his age and his character, it was (Y/N) who had complete control over him. It had been a startling surprise when he had decided to break into her thoughts and find out what had made one of his star pupils so distracted, and he saw some compromising situations staring him, but it had been a bigger one when years later, she agreed to go out with him when they ran into each other. Truthfully, he couldn’t believe that a woman like herself would ever want to be with someone like himself –a man people ran from, not toward.

“Tell me, (Y/L/N),” he growled. “What were you thinking of? And don’t lie to me.”

“I, uh, was thinking about some rather indecent activities,” (Y/N) stammered, her chest heaving in nervousness as Severus took her tie in his hands. “Indecent activities with some I shouldn’t have been thinking of.”

“And who was that, dear (Y/L/N)? Who was the protagonist of these salacious thoughts?” i

“I can’t say that. Anything but that.”

Severus pulled her closer by the tie, wrapping his hand around the piece of fabric. “I thought I told you I didn’t like to repeat myself, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he said. “Now. Who was it?”

“It was you, professor,” she answered sheepishly. “I was thinking of you.”

“How hard was that? Telling the truth shouldn’t be such a drawn-out ordeal,” he chuckled. “As for your punishment, (Y/N), I think you’ll find it rather… fulfilling.”

“Isn’t you knowing what I was thinking of you punishment enough?” (Y/N) whined. “Why can’t I just go back to my room?”

“Because I don’t think it’s enough, dear (Y/N). You made a mess of my classroom this morning, and you disrespected my time by showing up late to your detention. Those things cannot go unpunished.”

“But, sir…”

“No buts, (Y/N),” Severus interrupted. “You will receive your punishment, you will do as you’re told, and you will not complain. Am I understood?”

“But…”

“I said, am I understood?!”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Alright then,” he grinned. “Bend down across the desk.”

“W-wha…”

“What did I say?”

“Sorry, professor,” she quickly apologized. “I just find that to be a rather peculiar request, sir. I don’t know how that could be a punishment.”

“Do not question me, you insolent witch.”

“Sorry, professor,” she mumbled as she did as told. The wood felt cold through her clothes, and it helped to calm the warmth that rushed through her veins.

“Good,” he acclaimed. “Now pull up your skirt, (Y/N).”

“Sir?”

“I said no questions, (Y/L/N). Didn’t I?”

“Yes, professor,” she said. Her hands reached to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up and revealing the black lace underwear she would always wear in her student days. “I just don’t understand how this would help.”

“I do not need to explain my methods, Ms. (Y/L/N). You’re the student here.”

From behind her, (Y/N) could hear movement, but she did not know what was happening. Until she heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle. She knew exactly what was coming, and she could not wait. Her knees pressed together as she searched for any kind of touch. Not that it was enough.

“You see, dear (Y/N), I just think you need a punishment that you will remember. Something that you’ll still feel the next day.”

“Professor?”

“I want you to count out loud after every single one.”

“Every wha…?”

Her words died in her throat as she felt the sting of leather bite the skin of her ass, the sound of the spank reverberating against the stone walls. “I said you had to count,” Severus reminded her, running his hand over where he just hit. “And this is the last time I repeat myself, (Y/N).”

“Yes, professor,” she croaked. “That was one.”

“Good girl,” he cooed.

Severus was relentless once he got started. He switched between his belt and his hand, squeezing her skin after every hit and admiring the way her skin turned red. But what made his erection press on the seam of his pants was the sound of (Y/N)’s strangled voice counting every touch.

He could see how it was affecting her, and he reveled in it. Her knees started buckling after every hit and her panties darkened the longer they went on. At that point, she would cum just from the spanking.

“Thirty-five,” (Y/N) cried at the sting, swallowing down the moans that threatened to escape. She felt like her skin was on fire, tingling after every single spank. “How much longer, professor?”

“Well, I suppose that thirty-five is enough for you to have learned your lesson,” he tutted. Behind her, the woman felt him bend down, his face close enough to her behind that she could feel his breathing against her sore skin. “And, look at that you’re unbelievably drenched, Ms. (Y/L/N). Could it be that you have enjoyed your punishment?”

“No… I, uh…”

“If you’ve enjoyed it this much,” he said, swiping his fingers across her covered slit, making her body shudder. “Then I don’t think you’ve truly learned your lesson. This was meant to discipline you, not turn you on.”

“I can’t help it, professor.”

“I should hope you have more control over your body than this, (Y/N),” he scoffed. “But it seems you still require more correction.”

Before she could answer, she felt Severus stand and press his hand on her aching clit. The lace fabric felt rough against her, but the friction was just what she had been yearning for. He circled the bud, pressing against her at a punishingly slow pace. “You’re not to cum until I give you permission, Ms. (Y/L/N),” he whispered against her ear as he draped over her. “Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, professor,” she moaned. “I understand.”

(Y/N)’s hands grasped at the edge of the wooden desk, digging her nails into the table as she tried to prolong the finish she wanted to reach. Severus was unrelenting, changing his speed, bringing her as close to the edge as possible before altering the pace once more. It was a punishment like no other.

Suddenly, she felt her underwear being moved aside as he moved his hand through the front of her body, allowing two of his fingers to breach her as his thumb continued the attack on her clit.

“I can’t hold on for much longer, professor,” (Y/N) cried. Her breathing was staggered, and her eyes had fallen shut. “Please.”

“Please, what, (Y/L/N)? What is it that you want? Beg for it.”

“Merlin, please! Just let me cum, professor. I need to cum!” she exclaimed as her grip on the desk tightened. “I promise I’ve learned my lesson, professor. I won’t get distracted in class again!”

“Maybe you should, dear (Y/N). Especially if it leads to having you in such a compromising position,” he chuckled. “But I guess you deserve to cum. So, go ahead, dear. Let go.”

With a mewling cry, (Y/N) came around Severus’ pumping fingers, meeting their pace with her hips as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. His free hand snaked around her neck, straightening her back against him and twisting her head to kiss her roughly, his fingers still buried inside her.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against her lips before pulling her lip with his teeth. “You did so well, my love. Truly made me forget that this was all make-believe.”

“Well, it wasn’t all pretend, darling,” (Y/N) chuckled. “You already know that this very scenario ran through my head during your classes and your detentions, hoping that you weren’t a good man and would act on my wishes. But it seems I had to wait a few years to get you into bed.”

“You were barely of age, darling,” he chuckled softly, brushing a piece of damp hair behind her ear. “And I was still your professor. If anyone had found out, my career would have been over, and you would have most likely been expelled.”

“Oh, but what fun it would have been, darling,” (Y/N) grinned as she pushed him onto his chair, straddling his lap. Her smile grew as she felt his erection through his pants, smirking as she knew she would leave a wet spot on the fabric. “Could you imagine?” she continued, moving her hips softly against his length. “If another professor waltzed into your classroom and caught us this way, or even a student. It would have been an absolutely thrilling disaster. But I wouldn’t have stopped. Merlin knows I wouldn’t have. I would have made sure we both came.”

“What are you doing, love?” Severus said with a strangled voice. “The charms have already fallen. I never meant for them to stay up too long.”

“I told you, darling. I would have made sure we both came,” she said against his ear, nibbling on the soft skin. “And that’s exactly what I will do now.”

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thatteacherlifetho · 8 months

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When a student thanks you for helping them . . .

#special education teacher #special ed teacher #special education #teaching #teacher #teach #work #job #maui moana #Moana #you’re welcome

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187days · 3 months

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Snow Day

#snow day #teaching #teacher #teachblr #education #edublr

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pedropascalito · 1 year

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He would make a great professor, the way he talks with his hands.

#pedro pascal #teaching #professor pascal

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invincible-selfxmade-punk · 8 months

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Big fat teaching rant under the cut

Unlike last year where the kids were just jerks, kids this year are really really low as far as achievement and grade level.

I have no idea what they were taught in elementary school but they're just so far behind in everything. And it's not just intellectually they are emotionally like second graders.

I am honestly thinking about maybe next year studying to get certified in early childhood development because I don't feel like I'm equipped to teach kids at such a low level.

Being certified to teach 4th grade through 8th grade I assumed I will reach a happy medium of teaching maybe 6th grade.

But for the last 2 years the kids that are coming in are not at grade level. And it seems like each year they are lower and lower. I would really have to know how to teach and manage a class of first and second graders in order to be able to teach fourth grade.

Physically they are 4th graders but mentally, emotionally and behaviorally they're in first and second grade. I have one that can't count past 15. In another class, one couldn't tell me which number was bigger between 22 and 27.

It's to the point where the kids that are on the gifted and talented list are just regular 4th graders. There is nothing exceptional about them, the other kids are just that low.

As far as behavior, some days are good and some days are bad. I have spent so much time and just trying to get my 10th period(last class of the day) kids to stop talking long enough for me to even give them instructions, they are almost a week behind everyone else.

The other classes have good and bad days and one day I think I've got them corraled, they're quiet and they're listening and then the next day is chaos again.

I can't even get them to put their notebooks back in the same place every day. I can tell them where to put it. I can stand there and show them where to put it and the minute I move away they are putting it on a different shelf.

Today I gave the following instructions:

" get out your composition books. Turn to page 7.

Then you are going to copy down the I can statement from the board."

The I can statement said I can review this chapter by answering questions on page 79.

In EVERY SINGLE CLASS;

"Miss!!! We don't have a page 79 in our composition books"

"No. You are WRITING this on pg 7 of your composition book. The questions are on pg 79 of your TEXTBOOK."

(10 seconds later)

"Miss! I can't find page 79 in my composition book cuz you didn't tell us to number the pages that far!"

"No. I JUST SAID, you write on PAGE 7 of your composition book. The questions are on pg 79 of your TEXTBOOK."

"Miss!! I don't see any questions on page 7."

I am not kidding and I am not embellishing. I had to answer that question about 75 times in one day.

I'm guessing these kids were in preschool and kindergarten when covid hit and they never made it up. They are at such a deficit that I worry about them even being able to go through school and complete it. I see them getting frustrated around freshman year and just dropping out and never coming back.

#covid generation 2.0 #4th grade #teacher #teaching #teaching rant

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wafflefrie · 2 months

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Being a substitute teacher is so funny because all day I’m like

#doctor who #doctor who tv #11th doctor #substitute teaching #teaching

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melatonindiscord · 5 months

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cairfrey · 3 months

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"Get into teaching" they said "you'll be good at it" they said.

Me getting home 13 hours after leaving:

#teaching #psych #shawn and gus #a teacher's work is never done #teacher life #what the fuck am i doing #gotta do it all again tomorrow #i am both shawn and gus in this gif #post #psych gif

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xsignedmsriss · 2 years

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You ever hear people say, "well if you wanna read it then write it"?

Yeah, it's time. You have the ideas. You have the passion. So why aren't you writing?

It's not laziness, no.

You don't know where to begin? Probably.

Maybe you've started but you're getting stuck on how to enhance that story. Maybe you're doubting yourself. Guess what, writer? You're not alone! You can get allll the help you need all in one place.

And yes, I meant to call you a writer. You don't have to be a best seller to be writer. Hell, you don't have to be a published author to be a writer.

What would happen if you stopped treating this dream as just a dream?

Behind the door you're blocking is where you'll find all the lessons you need to help you on your writing journey. A place where other writers go, led by a writer. Learning and helping one another. After this, you'll be able to write that story the way it deserves to be written! But you have to be fast! The doors for this opportunity close soon! But you could always, ya know, do the research yourself and be led to multiple different sites and people, and then more sites and people, and then sites and people. Up to you!

Hope you'll show up at midnight!