As the Internet population grows, so does the potential size of online services. One example of this extreme evolution is Facebook: last year it had more users than the entire Internet had back in 2004, the year the social network was founded.
I’ve been on the internet since I was seven. I’m twenty three now. Come at me bro.
(via sinidentidades)
Source: royal.pingdom.com
I’m going to suck in med school.
Protip: You probably don’t identify as a PoC if you describe your PoC heritage in percentages and use it as your own personal race card in a conversation about privilege.
I’m looking at you, white boy in my class. With your platinum blond hair and blue eyes. Seriously? With your indignant “I’m 35% native.”
Ugh.
Dear tumblr.
I think I am making my argumentative paper too personal. Oh God. I’m going to fail this class.
Argumentative paper is discussing child sexual abuse prevention programs.
Though he’s gone and you are wonderful, it’s hard to move on. Yet I’m better near to you.
“He and I had something beautiful but so dysfunctional it couldn’t last.”
Oh, look. Someone’s given you access to a gun.
I hope to God that it’s not a concealed weapon that you’re allowed to take out of that firing range. This is scary as shit.
Though, I doubt you’d ever use it since your style is more “rape while she’s asleep and do it gently” than “coerce her with a gun”. But then again, if we were to take into account all the times that you molested me, you might eventually turn into the kind of guy who would coerce with violence.
This is so fucked.
I miss us.
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Mikey, I’m trying.
You think you want to be a scientist or an engineer. But be realistic — what do you, a teenager, know of science and engineering?
You … applied to [MIT], not out of any sophisticated understanding of the choices you are making, but because society … sold you a … brand. … You crave … respect and admiration…. You see the status that Bill Gates and Steve Jobs have achieved, and hope that a career in technology will be your salvation. But you will find none here.
If I had been told this as a teenager, I’d have retorted with a very angry “Fuck you”. It still kind of makes me want to say that. I’ve hopped through different potential careers throughout my life. Veterinary science, chemistry, marine biology, English, Biochem/English.
Biochem/English double major with possible minors in pathology and creative writing.
(via isomorphismes)
Source: tech.mit.edu
Diary of a would be ME: Researching Take Home Exams.
I have to do a research paper for my English Comp I class in a week or so, Mark wants a ~current controversial topic~. There are some things that are simply off the table:
- Weed/Marijuana/Pot
- Abortion
- Guns
- Drinking Age
- Stem Cell Research
- Cloning
What’s on the table? Well, we tried covering that in class and he really seemed adamant on talking about Immigration for a while. Personally, I can’t write an unbiased research paper on immigration. It cuts way too close to home. I also don’t know how I feel about the word “illegal”, though I’ll admit it is a word that I use. Then we discussed Education very briefly. I mean, maybe 30 seconds of Education discussion. Uh, fracking was mentioned.
I’m thinking Erin’s Law (Illinois SB2843) or something involved in Sex.
Also: I’ve kind of been pushed into singing in class on Monday as part of my final. I’m most likely going to do it a cappella just so I don’t have to worry about singing in a slightly lower key. Can’t decide between “Volver, Volver” and “Tu Solo Tu”, starting to practice each song just to find what it is exactly I sing better. Hell, I may even record “Sunrise” from In the Heights.
I totally forgot to mention my take home exam for Psych. It was crap. I hated it. I really hope I never have to do another take home exam again. I strongly prefer exams that I can study for and just take without having to give mini-essays for the answer.
I don’t know. I want to do so much. Anyway, I have to finish working on this essay for my English Comp class.
