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hindsightseeing) wrote2026-02-21 01:37 pm
hindsightseeing) wrote2026-02-21 01:37 pm
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*resurfaces*
Belated thanks for the birthday wishes -- they were very much appreciated!
Finished editing the WIP o'Doom (and nearly a full week ahead of schedule!), so will hopefully be a little less AWOL for... well, until the next ill-advised fic idea hits, I suppose.
For now, though: that educational meme that's been going around recently.
Adults responsible for your care actively helped facilitate your early learning. (Reading at bedtime, playing educational games, going to child-friendly museums...)
Yes, definitely. Very, very lucky in that respect, actually.
You had a library card.
Yep! The library in question was approximately the size of a housecar, so the amount of stuff actually available was severely limited... but it was within easy walking distance, and the librarians were wonderfully friendly and helpful, so...
Adults in your life involved you in tasks that involved mathematical skills.
I... honestly cannot remember. They probably tried, bless 'em.
If you started falling behind in school, you received help from a private tutor.
LOL, absolutely not.
You went to a well-funded school.
Primary school, no. Secondary school... I mean, the school itself was new to the point that the buildings were still actively being constructed when I started, so... what we had was new, but there wasn't very much of it, y'know?
You typically attended school adequately clothed and fed.
Fed, yes. Clothed, depended heavily on how fast I was growing at the time. School uniforms were a constant source of financial stress, lemme tell you.
Adults responsible for your care were able to help you make decisions when it came time to pursue higher education.
Yep. Very supportive in that respect... not that I listened much.
If you were disabled and/or neurodivergent, you were classified by your school and received support through the education system.
Not. At. All. My entire schooling experience would have been much more... well, I would have definitely understood myself a lot better if I had been. Jeez.
You generally felt physically and emotionally safe at school.
Not especially, TBH.
You were in relatively good physical and mental health.
Physical, yes. Emotional... nope, nope, nope.
For the most part, you were able to study and complete assignments without any struggle.
Heh, yea. It was dragging me away from studying that was the struggle, so I'm told.
Test-taking came easily to you.
Depends on the type of test. Long-form essays, hell yes. "Provide the correct answer to this problem, showing your method", not so much.
You read at grade level or above.
Definitely. Born and bred literature nerd, right here.
Your mathematics skills were at grade level or above.
Nope, nope, nope, though it wasn't for want of trying. I worked my ass off at math, and everybody knew it. I'm just fundamentally incapable of processing numbers. Like, to this day.
Adults responsible for your care supported your academic journey for the better and for the worse.
I'd say so, yes.
Finished editing the WIP o'Doom (and nearly a full week ahead of schedule!), so will hopefully be a little less AWOL for... well, until the next ill-advised fic idea hits, I suppose.
For now, though: that educational meme that's been going around recently.
Adults responsible for your care actively helped facilitate your early learning. (Reading at bedtime, playing educational games, going to child-friendly museums...)
Yes, definitely. Very, very lucky in that respect, actually.
You had a library card.
Yep! The library in question was approximately the size of a housecar, so the amount of stuff actually available was severely limited... but it was within easy walking distance, and the librarians were wonderfully friendly and helpful, so...
Adults in your life involved you in tasks that involved mathematical skills.
I... honestly cannot remember. They probably tried, bless 'em.
If you started falling behind in school, you received help from a private tutor.
LOL, absolutely not.
You went to a well-funded school.
Primary school, no. Secondary school... I mean, the school itself was new to the point that the buildings were still actively being constructed when I started, so... what we had was new, but there wasn't very much of it, y'know?
You typically attended school adequately clothed and fed.
Fed, yes. Clothed, depended heavily on how fast I was growing at the time. School uniforms were a constant source of financial stress, lemme tell you.
Adults responsible for your care were able to help you make decisions when it came time to pursue higher education.
Yep. Very supportive in that respect... not that I listened much.
If you were disabled and/or neurodivergent, you were classified by your school and received support through the education system.
Not. At. All. My entire schooling experience would have been much more... well, I would have definitely understood myself a lot better if I had been. Jeez.
You generally felt physically and emotionally safe at school.
Not especially, TBH.
You were in relatively good physical and mental health.
Physical, yes. Emotional... nope, nope, nope.
For the most part, you were able to study and complete assignments without any struggle.
Heh, yea. It was dragging me away from studying that was the struggle, so I'm told.
Test-taking came easily to you.
Depends on the type of test. Long-form essays, hell yes. "Provide the correct answer to this problem, showing your method", not so much.
You read at grade level or above.
Definitely. Born and bred literature nerd, right here.
Your mathematics skills were at grade level or above.
Nope, nope, nope, though it wasn't for want of trying. I worked my ass off at math, and everybody knew it. I'm just fundamentally incapable of processing numbers. Like, to this day.
Adults responsible for your care supported your academic journey for the better and for the worse.
I'd say so, yes.
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