We need to have a nomination for “Stupidest thing Tumblr.com has ever believed” and just move into an official Top 10 List.
For my nominations, I’m putting up:
If you eat a chocolate bar a very specific way, you will break physics and get infinite chocolate.
or
It is impossible that you spelled “Berenstain Bears” wrong and is, instead, more likely that the universe fractured into separate, overlapping realities in the last 20 years.
I can’t decide which is more beautiful. It’s why we need a vote.
this is a picture of the human brain at the moment of death. tragic and beautiful
Fuck. That is a damn good nomination.
if you close your eyes when the train hits your brain will assume you are dead. Some find this comforting.
We’re getting into the good ones now. This is some classic Tumblr.
ransom gets a ph.d in biology and does teaching and research. in other words, he becomes a brofessor.
in all seriousness though, ransom being prof sounds so…nice.
Dr. O.
chili peppers on ratemyprofessor
often opens lecture with a story from college
makes “…and I had a nickname!” and everyone guessing that nickname a running joke
when he draws molecular structures on the chalkboard, he draws the O in oxygen to look like him
super accommodating to student athletes and students with mental illnesses
like he’s also HOT and other profs are like ~*i know i’m no justin oluransi*~ as a joke
in a lecture about concussions he puts a press picture of jack zimmermann in hockey gear on one slide and then in the next slide, puts that picture of jack and him on canada day and captions it “I worry about him everyday” and everyone loses their shit
cancels a lecture after the hockey team makes the playoffs
Okay now that I stopped my original freak out over how perfect this is…
You know he’s one of those professors that’s so accommodating to his students’ learning styles and disabilities.
He’s got like six different versions of his tests, ranging from the standard written exam to an oral exam. He’ll even accept a video or something, where the student explains what they know.
His policy is basically “show me that you understand the material and you’ll pass.”
He also understands the importance of having a personal life in addition to the studious life.
He’s totally the professor from that “weekend homework” post where students have to like switch religions for a day, master karate, or call their mother/father.
He has all his students write a “college bucket list” at the beginning of the semester and will give extra credit if you cross something (legal) off it and write a short paper about the experience. You have to tie it into biology, though.
Ie. “I did this thing and here’s how the chemicals in my brain reacted/here’s how my vitals changed.”
He teaches a low-level biology class that’s geared towards non-science majors. Everyone wants to take it to fill their science requirement.
The wait list is basically half the student body population.
It’s mostly athletes who get into the class, since they get to register for classes earlier than everyone else.
The list to be one of his TA’s is just as long as the wait lists for all his classes. He tries to take as many as possible, but the University has a limit that he has to adhere to.
He handles dissection better than any other professor. He basically runs two subsets of it: the “doers” and the “watchers.”
The “doers” are all the kids who want to dissect. He’ll schedule extra lab time and let them dissect whatever they want (within reason) during that time.
The “watchers” are the kids who don’t want to physically dissect anything. They have to have the experience, but he’ll do the dissections for them so they don’t have to.
He’s pretty open about his personal life and background, especially his status as a former DI athlete. He constantly uses his experiences to explain the stuff in lectures.
Every freshman gets heartbroken a little when they find out he’s married. Every freshman girl gets more heartbroken when they find out he’s married to a man. It doesn’t change everyone’s heart eyes, though. Chili peppers galore.
He hosts study sessions in his home on Sundays for his students. He provides snacks and has an open door all day for whoever needs help.
One time, Jack is in town for a game and stops in to say hi. His students collectively lose their shit.
He’s won Professor of the Year honors four years in a row.
hope it’s okay that i’m adding to this:
• the first time he shows up in glasses (bc i like to imagine he wears them from time to time) everyone freaks tf out
• he still plays hockey every now and then ((but doesn’t have as much time as he used to)) so most of his students have seen him in his athletic bro clothes AND his nice suits
• jack gave him his bobblehead giveaway as a joke but what he doesn’t know is that it’s actually sitting on ransom’s desk and he talks to it from time to time
• his students are used to it
• an internal collective sigh comes from all his students whenever he turns around to write on the whiteboard bc Hockey Butt™
• gives his students pie after they finish his exam (s/o to bitty)
• also keeps a pic of him and the team on his desk to remind him of the good ol’ college days
• likes to practice the heavier lectures a day before he gives them after hours
• holster likes to keep him company when he does this and sits in the seats higher up to get a better feel for the lesson
• the Cool Professor™
• uses every other pen colour except red when marking assignments and tests bc he knows how bad it could feel when seeing red ink all over your paper
• his very first day teaching his students thought he would be tough but they soon learn that he’s just like them just more mature
• the background of his laptop is a picture of him and holster that jack took of them a few years back and everyone ‘aw’s when they see it when he connects his laptop to the projector
• likes to walk around the lecture hall, not just stay down in the front and pace ((he’ll even sit on the stairs))
bonus:
• shitty forgot that the schedules change in the second semester and decides to skype/facetime ransom while he’s in the middle of a lecture
• and ransom HAS to pick up the call or else shitty will just keep calling
• “shitty this better be important i’m in the middle of a lecture” and shitty is just. SCREAMING. about Douchey McAsshole today in the courtroom
• and his laptop is still connected to the projector so his students get an eyeful of the one and only shitty knight
• shitty is also now a big hotshot lawyer at this point so mostly everyone and their dog know his name
• ransom just sits down at his desk and let’s shitty rant to him about Douchey McAsshole and in one particular part of the rant/re-telling, his students laugh
• that’s when shitty realizes he probably interrupted ransom’s lesson and apologizes
• ransom eventually just turns the laptop around so it’s facing his students and shitty can see them
• they spend the rest of the lecture time asking shitty questions
• both ransom and shitty give good life advice to the class
• when they’re done with shitty, the first question to come out of their mouth (after getting over their initial shock and amazement) is: “dr. o why did you call [redacted) knight ‘shitty’?”
• remembered as The Great Shitty Lecture of 2kwhatever
Okay but honestly the thing with the red pen reminds me of my one teacher in high school who always used all these different colored pens on our journal assignments. And he wouldn’t write much but he would draw pictures or scribbles. He only used red if it was obvious you put absolutely no effort into the assignment. Everyone thought there was this secret code for what color he used and the scribbles he drew. Like yellow meant your argument was balanced and blue meant you were being too passive. A bunch of circles meant you were talking in circles and needed to refine your point.
Then at the end of the year he told us all that the colors didn’t mean anything, he just didn’t like using red to grade. And the scribbles didn’t necessarily mean anything either, he would just make them in places he wanted you to take a second look at and let you decide if you want to revise it on your own. Or if he thought your journal was good on it’s own he would draw a picture based on your topic just so he knew that he’d looked at it already.
This was kinda like a philosophy class and obviously we’re talking about Ransom the biology professor, but I feel like it’s something he would adopt and make his own.
“keep shooting right at the breadbasket, man, i’m sure it’ll go through him eventually”
“yo, stripes, does your wife know you’re screwing us?”
after literally anyone touches bitty or nursey: “do it again and be ready to drop your fucking gloves, you fucking duster”
“hey tendy, we’re not playing dodgeball, buddy.”
to a fourth-liner before a faceoff: “hey, does your coach know you’re out here?”
after someone dives: “hey buddy did you just trip over the blue line? fucking bender”
also he has absolutely called someone a pigeon and then cooed at them
à la claude giroux
he only uses these chirps when he’s not actually that mad. when he’s really mad it’s all just “fuck you” and the occasional “drop your gloves, make my fucking day”
no one ever fights him bc he looks fucking crazy when he’s mad
he’s only ever gotten in one fight, actually, and the dude dropped the gloves on him bc he skated over to him after a shift and just laughed and said “bro, you’re terrible at hockey”
ransom and holster put it on the wall in the basement as the simplest and most effective chirp in SMH history
sorry for posting an entire long twitter thread but this is really good and important imo (caps are in order, click to read, original tweet is here)
I’ll add that the queer hockey comic they are talking about is Check, Please! which is also written by a black woman and doing absolute gangbusters on Kickster.
I just got emotional about the idea of Shitty being all “you don’t understand prejudice because you’re white and a man” toward Holster one day, and my boy Adam Bitkholtz ripping him a new one about the intersectionalities of biphobia, queerphobia, and antisemitism, and just Shitty being completely shook.
Like Shitty was studying something at the library for one of his women’s studies classes and he starts talking about it at the table, and Holster tries to offer some of his own opinions when Shitty shuts him down with that whole ‘you don’t know prejudice" bs and Holster straight up lectures Shitty.
Like a complete 20 min long rant in the middle of the library. And when someone tells them to be quiet, Adam “Too Much” Birkholtz calls him a waspy, straight bitch before storming out of the room in a fury.
Holster makes Shitty read up on Scott Fried as an apology and Shitty sends him a 2,000 word essay MLA format about the duality of being queer and Jewish in America.
Idk about you but I’m still crying at the thought.
Ok but this has me thinking:
Shitty learns the most about social justice and oppression from his friends.
The Gender and Women’s Study program is supposed to be “the tits” according to Shitty, but from the perspective of a privileged White Boy, that doesn’t really say much to me.
Having taken courses at my own university in feminism and women’s studies, they are mostly taught by white cishet men who don’t have any real life experience in the things they teach.
So like he starts waxing poetic about the textbook versions of feminism and intersectionality and all that jazz
And the boys just lay into him.
Like Bitty starts reclaiming some slurs that used to be used against him, and Shitty tells him “you can’t say that” or something like that and bitty just raises an eyebrow at him.
And shit like this just keeps on happening.
He says something ignorant about race to Ransom.
He talks about how great a movie where a white actor plays an Asian character looks and Lardo and Chowder give him a side eye.
Like give me problematique Shitty who learns by making mistakes and having his friends smack that shit outta him.
He has written dozens of apology essays just for his friends.
They keep them in a scrapbook.
Shitty graduates, but the scrapbook stays. One day a taddie says something ignorant, gets one hell of a smackdown, and writes an essay.
It happens enough times that eventually it’s just a known consequence. Pet names in public? Sin Bin donation time. Fuck up your social justice? Submit your essay to the Shitty Knight Essay Scrapbook.