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superstarfighter · 1 year
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February 10, 2023 :: Some last minute cramming. Although, it's not really cramming, I'm just going through my notes once more. Exam is in T-2 hours and I believe I'll be fine. It's a big chunk of terms and methods we need to know since this exam covers two semesters worth of material, but it's also pretty interesting. And since it's maths (didactics) it's (in my eyes) more hands on, as in.. you can quickly practise different ways of, say, calculating sums and you'll know and understand the extent of difference they might make in a learner's brain.
And in all honesty, I love how we mostly learn to appreciate diversity and encourage individual ways of learning.
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a-strange-inkling · 5 months
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It’s mine to give to whom I will…like my heart.
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you-need-a-name · 5 months
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Mixed Use Neighborhood, 2022
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venus-garden · 1 year
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myooomii · 2 years
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﹒🎀﹐bajifuyu icons ! ゛✿
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snyney · 11 months
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themilfnextdoor · 6 months
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lvfstvl · 7 months
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and as i look around all i see is fragile hearts. hello, mate i’m not gonna be here forever. 🌊🌼 baxter (these are my friends) — fred again… x baxter dury
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lostphosphor · 9 months
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superstarfighter · 5 months
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As I did last year I went to my favourite book shop for Nikolaus day (December 6) and spent the money my parents gifted me for this day.
I told the book seller that my mom gave me those gift cards and I have a feeling the next is already in line (Christmas is coming after all) and how I couldn't even read that much.
The seller said, well but at least the children also get something out of it then (since I only had children's books) and I whispered, I didn't have children, those books were for myself. I mentioned though that I am studying to become an elementary school teacher and she then recommended another book she loved (Der Billabong König) and gifted me this Advent calendar for children with daily short stories and adventures in it.
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canaanitechristian · 9 months
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Park in Newmarket Ontario Canada
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jem-in-eyee · 2 years
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When i leaned in, i heard your words underneath the song—you were speaking to your father. Your real one. Cheeks wet with tears, you nearly shouted. “Where are you, Ba?” you demanded in Vietnamese, shifting from foot to foot. “Where the hell are you? Come get me! Get me out of here! Come back and get me.”
—Ocean Vuong, ‘On earth we are briefly gorgeous’
This part of the narrative, or poetry, takes place in a church, a couple(son and mother) of Vietnamese refugees trying to trace down religion in a stranger country. To have the guts to enter an institution like this and then grieve about forgotten fathers, or rather the fathers that left, oh to have such guts. Ocean is a witness here, to her mother’s grief for her father, the absence of her ‘real father’, the word real resonates with such tight bloodlines and even safer men maybe. What Ocean does with her mother in this somewhat epistolary piece of work, he sees her mother do that in a church and thus rushes forth to record it.
This is right after his mother explains to him how the grandfather he was going to visit wasn’t really his grandfather, he was just a man who fell in love with a pregnant Lan and decided to stay (a man who decided to not leave). How the realness here is definitive of blood, and not goodness, how the realness is here defined by Vietnamese blood.
Every refugee is conscious of his/her/their blood, it is the one thing that is theirs, that belongs to the place they came from, and in an instance like this, it is important to keep that blood ‘safe’.
(Continuations on the mother-son story by Ocean Vuong)
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itslydia · 1 year
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embercrystal · 2 years
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🌊🌴👙🐚🌅
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myooomii · 2 years
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﹒🎀﹐baji icons! ゛✿
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