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Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the boys bathroom. I was confused when I got to school and it was missing, so l just sat on the floor and read my book until the teacher came in and made them put it back. I realize now they were trying to trick me into go into the boys bathroom, but no one actually told me that's where my desk was, and it didn't occur to me to ask. Looking back I realize they had to make the effort to get to school early to move it, and I feel a tiny bit of regret for not reacting more biggest-gaudiest-patronuses In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse set in for show in tell. the ball went missing during class time and at the end of the day we all had to check our bookbags to look for it. I only glanced in mine (I just wanted to go home), but that evening I found it at the bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and never told anyone I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke put it there to frame me, and he was stil extremely frustrated I hadn't gotten caught. I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball feral-renaissance-cat I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten and made NO attempts to hide it because the people on TV were always telling each other when they liked each other. Didn't work as well as I'd hope (i.e. didn't work AT ALL and no boy wanted to hang out with me ever after that), but that's not the point Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid who was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me if I have a crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crushl And?" Dude turns around and yells to my crush "Hey! She has a crush on you!" My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I know. Everyone knows. Thanks." So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in front of everyone but it completely backfired because I lack the social filter necessary to feel ashamed of my base desires darkhumourandfandoms One time in like kindergerden some kid stole my shoe and instead if reacting I just went the whole day barefoot. No one questioned it He got bored of no reaction and just dropped the shoe but by then I was too committed and continued to walk around barefoot lycant-guy22 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of "fucks given" biggest-gaudiest-patronuses damn right we did Source: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the
 boys bathroom. I was confused when I got to
 school and it was missing, so l just sat on the
 floor and read my book until the teacher came
 in and made them put it back.
 I realize now they were trying to trick me
 into go into the boys bathroom, but no one
 actually told me that's where my desk was,
 and it didn't occur to me to ask.
 Looking back I realize they had to make the
 effort to get to school early to move it, and I
 feel a tiny bit of regret for not reacting more
 biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse
 set in for show in tell. the ball went missing
 during class time and at the end of the day
 we all had to check our bookbags to look for
 it. I only glanced in mine (I just wanted to
 go home), but that evening I found it at the
 bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being
 blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and
 never told anyone
 I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke
 put it there to frame me, and he was stil
 extremely frustrated I hadn't gotten caught.
 I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball
 feral-renaissance-cat
 I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten
 and made NO attempts to hide it because the
 people on TV were always telling each other
 when they liked each other. Didn't work as well
 as I'd hope (i.e. didn't work AT ALL and no boy
 wanted to hang out with me ever after that),
 but that's not the point
 Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid
 who was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me
 if I have a crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crushl
 And?" Dude turns around and yells to my
 crush "Hey! She has a crush on you!"
 My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I
 know. Everyone knows. Thanks."
 So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in
 front of everyone but it completely backfired
 because I lack the social filter necessary to
 feel
 ashamed of my base desires
 darkhumourandfandoms
 One time in like kindergerden some kid stole
 my shoe and instead if reacting I just went
 the whole day barefoot. No one questioned it
 He got bored of no reaction and just dropped
 the shoe but by then I was too committed and
 continued to walk around barefoot
 lycant-guy22
 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of
 "fucks given"
 biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 damn right we did
 Source: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the boys bathroom. I was confused when I got to school and it was missing, so I just sat on the floor and read my book until the teacher came in and made them put it back I realize now they were trying to trick me into go into the boys bathroom, but no one actually told me that's where my desk was, and it didn't occur to me to ask Looking back I realize they had to make the effort to get to school early to move it, and I feel a tiny bit of regret for not reacting more. -biggest-gaudiest-patronuses In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse set in for show in tell. the ball went missing during class time and at the end of the day we all had to check our bookbags to look for it. I only glanced in mine (I just wanted to go home), but that evening I found it at the bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and never told anyone. I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke put it there to frame me, and he was still extremely frustrated I hadn't gotten caught. I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball. feral-renaissance-cat I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten and made NO attempts to hide it because the people on TV were always telling each other when they liked each other. Didn't work as well as I'd hope (i.e. didn't work AT ALL and no boy wanted to hang out with me ever after that), but that's not the point. Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid who was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me if I havea crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crush]. And?" Dude turns around and yells to my crush "Hey! She has a crush on you My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I know. Everyone knows. Thanks." So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in front of everyone but it completely backfired because I lack the social filter necessary to feel ashamed of my base desires. darkhumourandfandoms One time in like kindergerden some kid stole my shoe and instead if reacting I just went the whole day barefoot. No one questioned it. He got bored of no reaction and just dropped the shoe but by then I was too committed and continued to walk around barefoot. lycant-guy22 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of "fucks given" The Zero Fucks Given crowd
Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the boys
 bathroom. I was confused when I got to school and it
 was missing, so I just sat on the floor and read my
 book until the teacher came in and made them put it
 back
 I realize now they were trying to trick me into go into
 the boys bathroom, but no one actually told me
 that's where my desk was, and it didn't occur to me
 to ask
 Looking back I realize they had to make the effort to
 get to school early to move it, and I feel a tiny bit of
 regret for not reacting more.
 -biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse set in
 for show in tell. the ball went missing during class
 time and at the end of the day we all had to check
 our bookbags to look for it. I only glanced in mine (I
 just wanted to go home), but that evening I found it
 at the bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being
 blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and never
 told anyone.
 I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke put it
 there to frame me, and he was still extremely
 frustrated I hadn't gotten caught.
 I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball.
 feral-renaissance-cat
 I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten and
 made NO attempts to hide it because the people on
 TV were always telling each other when they liked
 each other. Didn't work as well as I'd hope (i.e. didn't
 work AT ALL and no boy wanted to hang out with me
 ever after that), but that's not the point.
 Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid who
 was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me if I havea
 crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crush]. And?" Dude turns
 around and yells to my crush "Hey! She has a crush
 on you
 My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I know.
 Everyone knows. Thanks."
 So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in front of
 everyone but it completely backfired because I lack
 the social filter necessary to feel ashamed of my
 base desires.
 darkhumourandfandoms
 One time in like kindergerden some kid stole my
 shoe and instead if reacting I just went the whole day
 barefoot. No one questioned it. He got bored of no
 reaction and just dropped the shoe but by then I was
 too committed and continued to walk around
 barefoot.
 lycant-guy22
 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of "fucks
 given"
The Zero Fucks Given crowd

The Zero Fucks Given crowd

Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the boys bathroom. I was confused when I got to school and it was missing, so I just sat on the floor and read my book until the teacher came in and made them put it back. I realize now they were trying to trick me into go into the boys bathroom, but no one actually told me that's where my desk was, and it didn't occur to me to ask Looking back I realize they had to make the effort to get to school early to move it, and l feel a tiny bit of regret for not reacting more biggest-gaudiest-patronuse:s In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse set in for show in tell. the ball went missing during class time and at the end of the day we all had to check our bookbags to look for it. I only glanced in mine (I just wanted to go home), but that evening I found it at the bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and never told anyone I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke put it there to frame me, and he was still extremely frustrated I hadn't gotten caught I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball. feral-renaissance-cat I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten and made NO attempts to hide it because the people on TV were always telling each other when they liked each other. Didn't work as well as I'd hope (i.e. didn't work AT ALL and no boy wanted to hang out with me ever after that) but that's not the point Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid who was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me if I have a crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crush] And?" Dude turns around and yells to my crush "Hey! She has a crush on you!" My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I know. Everyone knows. Thanks." So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in front of everyone but it completely backfired because I lack the social filter necessary to feel ashamed of my base desires darkhumourandfandoms One time in like kindergerden some kid stole my shoe and instead if reacting I just went the whole day barefoot. No one questioned it. He got bored of no reaction and just dropped the shoe but by then I was too committed and continued to walk around barefoot lycant-guy22 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of "fucks given" biggest-gaudiest-patronuses damn right we did Source: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses No fucks given
Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the
 boys bathroom. I was confused when I got to
 school and it was missing, so I just sat on the
 floor and read my book until the teacher came
 in and made them put it back.
 I realize now they were trying to trick me
 into go into the boys bathroom, but no one
 actually told me that's where my desk was,
 and it didn't occur to me to ask
 Looking back I realize they had to make the
 effort to get to school early to move it, and l
 feel a tiny bit of regret for not reacting more
 biggest-gaudiest-patronuse:s
 In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse
 set in for show in tell. the ball went missing
 during class time and at the end of the day
 we all had to check our bookbags to look for
 it. I only glanced in mine (I just wanted to
 go home), but that evening I found it at the
 bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being
 blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and
 never told anyone
 I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke
 put it there to frame me, and he was still
 extremely frustrated I hadn't gotten caught
 I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball.
 feral-renaissance-cat
 I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten
 and made NO attempts to hide it because the
 people on TV were always telling each other
 when they liked each other. Didn't work as well
 as I'd hope (i.e. didn't work AT ALL and no boy
 wanted to hang out with me ever after that)
 but that's not the point
 Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid
 who was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me
 if I have a crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crush]
 And?" Dude turns around and yells to my
 crush "Hey! She has a crush on you!"
 My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I
 know. Everyone knows. Thanks."
 So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in
 front of everyone but it completely backfired
 because I lack the social filter necessary to
 feel ashamed of my base desires
 darkhumourandfandoms
 One time in like kindergerden some kid stole
 my shoe and instead if reacting I just went
 the whole day barefoot. No one questioned it.
 He got bored of no reaction and just dropped
 the shoe but by then I was too committed and
 continued to walk around barefoot
 lycant-guy22
 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of
 "fucks given"
 biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 damn right we did
 Source: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
No fucks given

No fucks given

College, Fucking, and Saw: greyliliy ladyalexb Follow deadcatwithaflamethrower people l still want to stab over a decade ater Creative Writing Professor at a former college: Welcome to creative writing! By the way, you will not write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or science fiction in this class, as this is a creative writing course." morgynleri What the ever loving fuck is with "creative" writing professors who think that speculative fiction of any stripe ISN'T CREATIVE? thebibliosphere I still remember my own creative writing teacher telling me this because he saw the Terry Pratchett book on my desk and got this smug smirk on his face like "aha, gotcha. He had the nerve to pick it up and call it "popularist fiction, like somehow being popular and easily accessible made it less inherent in intellectual value. I had it in my back pack because I did my final thesis on the evolution of mythology and folk tails into fantasy and sci-fi and the societal importance of telling stories (before anyone asks, no I don't have it, I lost it when I moved continents), and I used Terry Pratchett because there wasn't a single humanitarian issue the man did not touch on Which I told him. And then he kind of floundered and went "ah, well but, it's...well I mean it's not exactly high brow, like neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip. Dickens was literally selling his stories by the chapter. He was the popular author of his time. Shakespeare was too, he fucking made up words and phrases all the time because the language he needed to express himself didn't exist in the way he needed it too Intellectual elitism is nothing more than a hold over from class warfare and the belief that only certain people should get to be truly educated And it needs to be smashed #Writing #All types have their own value. #Queue 108,090 notes “Creative” Writing
College, Fucking, and Saw: greyliliy ladyalexb Follow
 deadcatwithaflamethrower
 people l still want to stab over a decade
 ater
 Creative Writing Professor at a former college: Welcome to creative
 writing! By the way, you will not write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or
 science fiction in this class, as this is a creative writing course."
 morgynleri
 What the ever loving fuck is with "creative" writing professors who think
 that speculative fiction of any stripe ISN'T CREATIVE?
 thebibliosphere
 I still remember my own creative writing teacher telling me this because
 he saw the Terry Pratchett book on my desk and got this smug smirk on
 his face like "aha, gotcha. He had the nerve to pick it up and call it
 "popularist fiction, like somehow being popular and easily accessible
 made it less inherent in intellectual value.
 I had it in my back pack because I did my final thesis on the evolution of
 mythology and folk tails into fantasy and sci-fi and the societal
 importance of telling stories (before anyone asks, no I don't have it, I lost
 it when I moved continents), and I used Terry Pratchett because there
 wasn't a single humanitarian issue the man did not touch on
 Which I told him. And then he kind of floundered and went "ah, well but,
 it's...well I mean it's not exactly high brow, like neither the fuck was
 Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip. Dickens was literally
 selling his stories by the chapter. He was the popular author of his time.
 Shakespeare was too, he fucking made up words and phrases all the time
 because the language he needed to express himself didn't exist in the
 way he needed it too
 Intellectual elitism is nothing more than a hold over from class warfare
 and the belief that only certain people should get to be truly educated
 And it needs to be smashed
 #Writing #All types have their own value. #Queue
 108,090 notes
“Creative” Writing

“Creative” Writing

College, Fucking, and Saw: I REALI FUCKIN IKE CAT deadcatwithaflamethrower OK people I still want to stab over a decade later: Creative Writing Professor at a former college: Welcome to creative writing! By the way, you will not write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or science fiction in this class, as this is a creative writing course." morgynleri What the ever loving fuck is with "creative" writing professors who think that speculative fiction of any stripe ISN'T CREATIVE? thebibliosphere I still remember my own creative writing teacher telling me this because he saw the Terry Pratchett book on my desk and got this smug smirk on his face like "aha, gotcha". He had the nerve to pick it up and call it "popularist fiction" like somehow being popular and easily accessible made it less inherent in intellectual value I had it in my back pack because I did my final thesis on the evolution of mythology and folk tails into fantasy and sci-fi and the societal importance of telling stories (before anyone asks, no I don't have it, I lost it when I moved continents), and l used Terry Pratchett because there wasn't a single humanitarian issue the man did not touch on. Which I told him. And then he kind of floundered and went "ah, well but, it's...well I mean it's not exactly high brow", like neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip. Dickens was literally selling his stories by the chapter. He was the popular author of his time. Shakespeare was too, he fucking made up words and phrases all the time because the language he needed to express himself didn't exist in the way he needed it too. Intellectual elitism is nothing more than a hold over from class warfare and the belief that only certain people should get to be truly educated. And it needs to be smashed. vocifersaurus neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip Creative Writing
College, Fucking, and Saw: I REALI
 FUCKIN
 IKE CAT
 deadcatwithaflamethrower
 OK
 people I still want to stab over
 a decade later:
 Creative Writing Professor at a former college:
 Welcome to creative writing! By the way, you will not
 write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or science
 fiction in this class, as this is a creative writing
 course."
 morgynleri
 What the ever loving fuck is with "creative" writing
 professors who think that speculative fiction of any
 stripe ISN'T CREATIVE?
 thebibliosphere
 I still remember my own creative writing teacher
 telling me this because he saw the Terry Pratchett
 book on my desk and got this smug smirk on his
 face like "aha, gotcha". He had the nerve to pick it up
 and call it "popularist fiction" like somehow being
 popular and easily accessible made it less inherent in
 intellectual value
 I had it in my back pack because I did my final thesis
 on the evolution of mythology and folk tails into
 fantasy and sci-fi and the societal importance of
 telling stories (before anyone asks, no I don't have it,
 I lost it when I moved continents), and l used Terry
 Pratchett because there wasn't a single
 humanitarian issue the man did not touch on.
 Which I told him. And then he kind of floundered and
 went "ah, well but, it's...well I mean it's not exactly
 high brow", like neither the fuck was Shakespeare or
 Dickens you self-important turnip. Dickens was
 literally selling his stories by the chapter. He was the
 popular author of his time. Shakespeare was too, he
 fucking made up words and phrases all the time
 because the language he needed to express himself
 didn't exist in the way he needed it too.
 Intellectual elitism is nothing more than a hold over
 from class warfare and the belief that only certain
 people should get to be truly educated. And it needs
 to be smashed.
 vocifersaurus
 neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you
 self-important turnip
Creative Writing

Creative Writing

Anaconda, Love, and Period: who wants to hear the in my spanish 2 class horrible spanish teacher ao thane's this girl in my apanish 2 class. well cal my teacher miss irving miss irving hates when people dont just listen to her ma am she said to miss irving. iwas at miss irving looked up at kayla and asked for a pass. kayla didn't have one, but she sald viait. miss ining refused to do so and gave put on chapstick or began to eat in class and miss irving began to yell, kayls reed a miss inving would snap at her. slowly, kayla the last straw for her was when she asked miss irving to go to tha counselor during well, then fll give you more work to do at that word, all of the heads in the clasroom aay no to miss irving. but kaylia had fre in her voice, and was now standing up and it. i have issues that i need to take care of that youre supposed to care about s, it's your job problems. and there are times iI need to eat in class or ineed to go to the counselors office because of it, so could you just get off of my miss irving turned beet red and sent her to what followed ws5 battle between the two teachers and asked them to take her aide, bun the other teachers said shey didnt ever hawe kayla went to talk to the principal about the situstion and told her what was going on the lost her teacher of the year awand for that year ahe also received a sarike on har teach miss irving still teaches our class and we still hide her hatred for kayla at all. she expresses it fully to her other classes and most of those but my dlass and i love kayla. because kaylia has a newfound powe, and she doesnt take it for granted. instead, she uses it to help us. and this matters so much to me because, one listen more closely to the teachers lesson, so having tests every class period and it became miss irving started taking poins off for every doodle i made and i mean A LOT of points, and i got an 80 instead of a 100. when itried to explain that it was for my ankiety, she didn't dooding when she started to yell at me for it she came over to my desk and led me through mne my doodle of half a face looked really good, asked me how lang I'd been taking art doing their job, and you can stand up for Kayla vs the Spanish Teacher
Anaconda, Love, and Period: who wants to hear the
 in my spanish 2 class
 horrible spanish teacher
 ao thane's this girl in my apanish 2 class.
 well cal my teacher miss irving miss irving
 hates when people dont just listen to her
 ma am she said to miss irving. iwas at
 miss irving looked up at kayla and asked for
 a pass. kayla didn't have one, but she sald
 viait. miss ining refused to do so and gave
 put on chapstick or began to eat in class
 and miss irving began to yell, kayls reed a
 miss inving would snap at her. slowly, kayla
 the last straw for her was when she asked
 miss irving to go to tha counselor during
 well, then fll give you more work to do
 at that word, all of the heads in the clasroom
 aay no to miss irving. but kaylia had fre in
 her voice, and was now standing up and
 it. i have issues that i need to take care of that
 youre supposed to care about s, it's your job
 problems. and there are times iI need to eat in
 class or ineed to go to the counselors office
 because of it, so could you just get off of my
 miss irving turned beet red and sent her to
 what followed ws5
 battle between the two
 teachers and asked them to take her aide, bun
 the other teachers said shey didnt ever hawe
 kayla went to talk to the principal about the
 situstion and told her what was going on the
 lost her teacher of the year awand for that
 year ahe also received a sarike on har teach
 miss irving still teaches our class and we still
 hide her hatred for kayla at all. she expresses
 it fully to her other classes and most of those
 but my dlass and i love kayla. because kaylia
 has a newfound powe, and she doesnt take it
 for granted. instead, she uses it to help us.
 and this matters so much to me because, one
 listen more closely to the teachers lesson, so
 having tests every class period and it became
 miss irving started taking poins off for every
 doodle i made and i mean A LOT of points,
 and i got an 80 instead of a 100. when itried
 to explain that it was for my ankiety, she didn't
 dooding when she started to yell at me for it
 she came over to my desk and led me through
 mne my doodle of half a face looked really
 good, asked me how lang I'd been taking art
 doing their job, and you can stand up for
Kayla vs the Spanish Teacher

Kayla vs the Spanish Teacher

Desk, Vacation, and Single: Came back from a long vacation to literally every single thing on my desk wrapped in tin foil
Desk, Vacation, and Single: Came back from a long vacation to literally every single thing on my desk wrapped in tin foil

Came back from a long vacation to literally every single thing on my desk wrapped in tin foil

Desk, Vacation, and Single: Came back from a long vacation to literally every single thing on my desk wrapped in tin foil
Desk, Vacation, and Single: Came back from a long vacation to literally every single thing on my desk wrapped in tin foil

Came back from a long vacation to literally every single thing on my desk wrapped in tin foil

Bad, Click, and Fucking: There's a thing called "Rubber duck debugging" in which a programmer explains the code to a rubber duck in hopes of finding the bug Ultrafacts.tumblr.com sea-giraffe: durnesque-esque: mirthalia: tenoko1: cosrnos: lifeofdavo: kierenwalkerpds: monobeartheater: absorr: ultrafacts: Source For more posts like this, CLICK HERE to follow Ultrafacts  Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!” AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE so that’s the function of a rubber duck ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I work at a startup and part of the onboarding package you get when you first start working here now includes a rubber duck. We also have a bigger version of the duck for the extra hard problems. Sometimes one duck doesn’t cut it and you need to borrow your neighbors to get more ducks on the problem. One time we couldn’t figure out why something wasn’t working right so we assembled the counsel of ducks and by the grace of the Duck Gods were we able to finally come to a solution. These ducks have saved many lives and should be respected for the heroes they are. I use this for writing, actually. Explain what I’m doing and what I want to do and the different ways i can get to point B from A, as well as the different problems, amazingly working them out as I explain why I could or couldn’t the different things. I love the Rubber Duck theory. Former programmer, can confirm. We didn’t have a duck in our office so our other programmer, who I shared a space with, used me as a duck proxy. (For the explaining, not the throwing.) There was more than one day where I’d casually hear “Hey can you be a duck for a minute?” I use this with my groot that I have on my desk. I talk to him and he helps me. But I don’t throw him
Bad, Click, and Fucking: There's a thing called "Rubber duck
 debugging" in which a programmer
 explains the code to a rubber duck in
 hopes of finding the bug
 Ultrafacts.tumblr.com
sea-giraffe:

durnesque-esque:

mirthalia:

tenoko1:

cosrnos:

lifeofdavo:

kierenwalkerpds:

monobeartheater:

absorr:

ultrafacts:

Source
For more posts like this, CLICK HERE to follow Ultrafacts 

 Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”

AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE

so that’s the function of a rubber duck

^^^^^^^^^^^^^


I work at a startup and part of the onboarding package you get when you first start working here now includes a rubber duck. We also have a bigger version of the duck  for the extra hard problems. Sometimes one duck doesn’t cut it and you need to borrow your neighbors to get more ducks on the problem. One time we couldn’t figure out why something wasn’t working right so we assembled the counsel of ducks and by the grace of the Duck Gods were we able to finally come to a solution. These ducks have saved many lives and should be respected for the heroes they are.

I use this for writing, actually. Explain what I’m doing and what I want to do and the different ways i can get to point B from A, as well as the different problems, amazingly working them out as I explain why I could or couldn’t the different things. I love the Rubber Duck theory.

Former programmer, can confirm. We didn’t have a duck in our office so our other programmer, who I shared a space with, used me as a duck proxy. (For the explaining, not the throwing.)
There was more than one day where I’d casually hear “Hey can you be a duck for a minute?”




I use this with my groot that I have on my desk. I talk to him and he helps me. But I don’t throw him

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