feeling encoursged about progress for the first time in a month and then boom gone again
thank you bread
I remember being a little bit disgusted by. .. that short temper. But that’s what I’m like now. a little bit disgusting. a little more disgusting
also I do not want to deal with my body. There is so much time wasted on it
"The SAT is a scam. It has been around for 50 years. It has never measured anything. And it continues to measure nothing. And the whole game is that everybody who does well on it, is so delighted by their good fortune that they don’t want to attack it. And they are the people in charge. Because of course, the way you get to be in charge is by having high test scores. So it’s this terrific kind of rolling scam that every so often, somebody sort of looks and says—well, you know, does it measure intelligence? No. Does it predict college grades? No. Does it tell you how much you learned in high school? No. Does it predict life happiness or life success in any measure? No. It’s measuring nothing."
John Katzman, founder of The Princeton Review (via littleshitpaula)
idk how much i agree but if this is real
WOW OOOHHHH THE IVY LEAGUE PRINCE OF TONS HAS REVIEWED THE SAT can i get you some ice
(Source: thesummerofmark, via rememberthebuns)
NSML - the final meet
I think we all came back feeling a little more stupid.
The lost boys.
The lost wallet.
The lost contest.
The lost answer to question 1.
The lost conversation in the spans of awkwardness WHYYYYY am I this.
I like to think that there is nothing inherently beautiful about beginnings or ends. There is no reason that in the geometric space of overlapping times, that any point should be more probably to be wonderful or horrible. And so to this day I say it was appropriately disappointing and invigorating and irking and friendly.
I won’t say that NSML has taught me very much math that I wouldn’t have learned anyway, but in the many dark hours spent on the bus and loafing around before contest, some significantly memorable deep and insightful conversations have happened.
I’ll have something to say about ICTM math later. I will not forget the mornings that I hated the tedium of relays, my dry eyes still tearing up a practice that was already blurred in my head. But you know… I could never regret this. This whole entity of competitive math. Its so stupid, so pointless, so useless, but in the end, it made me care and focus and laugh and cry. More than anything, it showed me how much our coaches care about us, and I think this parallel that draws them to us and us to them evokes an understanding empathy that I will always seek to emulate, always search to remember.
"Don’t practice until you get it right, practice until you can’t get it wrong."
I hate that it happens.
I hate that I loudly reject it
but I know that
the pieces are still unswept, inside
(Source: reblaze, via these-greatexpectations)