221b-mine-please:

pirenstoletheimpala:

mycroft-queenofcake:

iamjayse:

thenerdfighterkid:

slydig:

tsarbucks:

slydig:

dont be mean 

be median or mode

damn math fandom bloggers

shut up we have a good range of jokes

this is our domain

guys we’re forgetting the point of this post and going off on a tangent

Are you all done cos I’ve had enough of this by now

Damn math fandom bloggers

Cosined.

(via math-girl)

Try to avoid having to show around the guy who is bumping you out of your job. It’s a real bummer.

Or at least have a smart alecky answer ready when people you introduce him to keep asking, Then where are YOU going to be?

Just got back from my Needed Some Endorphins* after dark run with the rural wildlife.** I even wore my headlamp to be visible to the few passing cars.

*Trying to spend the rest of May depending more on Endorphins than, say, a bag of Heath bars.

**and by wildlife I mean mosquitoes. Although to be fair, we have some nasty ones. Actually, Michigan only grows two kinds: the ones small enough to get through the mesh of a screen door and the ones big enough to open them.

That thing where your next door neighbor pulls that passive aggressive crap by mowing his lawn so yours looks bad, at dusk on a Sunday night.

So I looked at the photo on my screen and inhaled, and I thought, She’s right! I swear I can smell them, too!

It took me a minute to remember I’m sitting 20 feet away from them.

At my district, seniors were done with exams on May 10 and the graduation ceremony is tomorrow, the 19th. The days in between are either a vacation or a last-ditch effort to finish credits and retake exams so that graduating really happens. The deadline for proving completion is the Wednesday before The Big Day.

But this year, there was a senior pulled into the counseling office on May 6 and shown that he was still a whole credit shy. There would be no way to complete two entire courses in the days remaining, so although it was tough to break the news to the boy, the counselor told him the awful truth. Understandably, he cried.

Earlier in the year, this student with a profound learning disability had known he was 2 credits shy, so he had worked steadfastly in the afterschool program all year to complete two classes beyond his normal course load. Either he misunderstood or nobody explained to him that 2 credits is not the same thing as 2 courses—they are half a credit each. He was devastated to learn his walking in the ceremony would not happen.

The counselor defended her ruling. She had informed him early in the year and had sent letters home throughout, letting them know about the deficit. The thing is, it turns out, the boy is homeless and couch surfing, so the letters disappeared into the ether and never made it to the boy or his family.

His SpEd caseworker stepped in and got administration to extend the deadline for him so he could at least try to finish two more classes before graduation day. He did some of one class in the afterschool program but that wasn’t turning out to be enough. I came in to work two hours early each day for a week and we worked 8 or 9 hours a day learning basic consumer ed. When he reached 70% completed by Thursday night, I agreed to come in on my day off Friday to teach him the rest and it was the bright spot of my week to witness his passing the final exam at the end of the day, demonstrating a depth of understanding about economic principles that most adults aren’t expected to understand as they sign mortgage agreements or decide whether to buy or lease that BMW.

His caseworker took on the task of guiding him through the other half-credit he needed and I understand they finished that one as well. She sent me an email this morning to thank me for doing more than I needed to so that the boy could walk with his class.

I suspect she did more than she needed to as well. When I checked the reports of his online progress and graded his assignments for the other class, I could see that he was logged on and working in the class at some of the same times he was sitting in my office, with me, learning about interest rates and insurance premiums. Talented boy, breaking the laws of physics and all, being in two places at once.