academic center

To preface this, I work in a college academic advising center at the phone center. The center I work in is very understaffed and a lot of the time I’m working alone. And at the advising center we have two types of advisors, the regulars that work in that campus regularly and the supplementals, which are advisors from other campuses that come in irregularly for appointments to the campus I work at. The biggest difference is that supplementals don’t have phones in their temporary offices, so they can’t do phone appointments.

So the story starts that this woman calls about her phone appointment,. She sounded quite irritated but I was giving her the benefit of the doubt thinking “okay, the advisor must’ve forgot and she was calling in because he didnt call her.” I check to see when she is scheduled. She was calling 3 hours early and the advisor wasnt even in his office yet. Not only that but she was scheduled for a phone appointment with a supplemental, but I passed that off as possibly an agreement the two made through email. It wasn’t but thats for later. I inform her of this and she gives me a snotty “/fine I’ll call later./” before I could correct her and tell her that the advisor would call her she hangs up. This will be a habit that I soo discover she had.

A few hours later she calls again. This time she was calling 10 minutes early, but I figured what the hell and told her to give me a moment to get in contact with the advisor to see if he could talk to her early(which is a thing that a few advisors do if you ask for it nicely). He was still out of the office on his break so I go to inform her that he wasn’t available but I can collect her phone number to call her when he did get there. Turns out she couldn’t wait the two minutes onhold so she hung up.

“Oh well. Her loss.” I thought. So I logged back into the queue and guess who’s the first caller. Its this asshole again. So I pick up where I left off and in a very calm polite tone inform her that the advisor wasn’t here but I can collect her phone number so he can call her later. Before I could finish my sentence she launches into this long tangent on how awful we are, how she doesnt want her appointment anymore, and how she was going to send a complaint to the deans office that the advisor was being ablist towards her because she was wheelchair bound and by that point I put her on mute and went to my supervisor. A complaint like that is a pretty serious one, even if said complaint was filed by someone in a situation wherein the disability was completely unknown to everyone but her and we were being as accomidating as we could be given the fact that she called in very early and was scheduled by someone who didnt know what they were doing.

So they hung up before my supervisor got there. I told the advisor who had recently returned and was talking with the regular advisors about borrowing their phone for that very appointment that the person cancelled. He was relieved because while he did have to ask his coworkers to help him get a class schedule that accomidated to her, it was really difficult to get a phone that called out. But wait this isn’t the end of this womans short scourge on our phone line.

So my supervisor, not liking how that phone call turned out, and the possible reprecussions it would have to the advisor, she called that woman herself. My poor supervisor had to go through the same shouting I endured, apparently the woman notibly gojng on anothwr tangent as well as saying “I’m not stupid” over and over again, even if my supervisor was nothing but polite to her
Eventually my supervisor talked her down and worked something out. And sadly that kind old supplemental advisor still had to talk to her. I will always wonder what happened that day to get enough bees in her bonnet to bully some phone jockey.

Things I Wish I Knew My Freshman Year of Uni

Academic Tips

“You are responsible for your own learning.”

1. Always do your work when you get it and don’t wait until the last minute. Waiting until the last minute to get work done will sometimes allow you to still get things done by their due date but it leaves little room for studying and reviewing between then and in the end will hurt you on exams. 

2. Work alone. The best way to learn new material is to do it on your own and struggle through and figure it out ON YOUR OWN. I wish someone had told me this because I really struggled to catch up in classes this past semester because I would do my homework with friends instead of learning how to do things on my own and it hurt me a lot on exams. 

3. Find friends you can study with.You want to be able to be productive if you choose to do a study session. Studying with friends might be okay if you work well together but chances are you’ll get distracted. Find people you work well with to study because you tend to learn more that way. For me, that was people I met in class and at office hours.

4. Please oh, please use office hours This is such a big one that freshman don’t use until the last minute. These are your best bet for getting questions answered if you didn’t understand something in lecture, on your homework, etc. Plus, getting to know your prof is very important because they tend to be more helpful if they see you are working hard in their class and they give good letters of recommendation if you make a good impression on them. If you can’t make their office hours, email them or set up an appointment. It’s very important to have good communication. 

5. Sit in the front and ask questions Be the nerd of the lecture by sitting in the front and don’t be afraid to ask a question. However, if its a question that requires a lengthy answer, save it for office hours so you don’t the lecture behind schedule. 

6. BUY AND READ THE DARN TEXTBOOK So many people tell you not to buy the textbook if you don’t truly need it for assignments but that is so wrong. You will always need the textbook if it is in the syllabus. Period. Read the chapters BEFORE lecture and review it afterward if material still doesn’t make sense. You will learn so much more and remember so much more in a faster time period than if you don’t read it at all. The book is also extremely important for covering details that won’t be covered in lecture.

Social Life 

1. Meet new and DIFFERENT people instead of people like yourself. These people will show you so many cool new things that you’ll never experience otherwise. Meeting new and different people can be challenging and uncomfortable at first if you’re shy like me but it will make your college experience much more worth it. 

 2. Join clubs but not too many. Take part in activities and clubs that you enjoy but be careful not to overload yourself. Freshman year you should start off by just trying a few clubs here and there just to see what you like before committing to a lot of anything.

3. Don’t be afraid to say no to alcohol, drugs, and even hanging out. College students say “You do you” and they really mean it. You don’t have to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do and no one will judge you for that. If you find “friends” who do judge you, make some new friends. Also, remember that school comes first so if you have a large project to do and your friends want to go out, its ok to say no. Your friends should understand that in college, you really need to get stuff done and that schedule can be different than theirs.

 4. Be okay with being alone but completely surrounded by people. You are almost guaranteed to different schedules than your friends so you’ll learn that you’ll often be eating or doing school work alone. This is perfectly normal! Learn to like it because it’s nice to do things on your own. You may feel lonely sometimes but you’re also always surrounded by people. It’s hard to find actual privacy in college especially when you live in the dorms and share a room with a roommate. It will be strange at first but you’ll find the right balance of being along and being with people over time. 

Roommates and Dorms 

1. “A clean room is a clean mind.” Keeping a clean room will help you to study because you’ll be able to easily find everything you need instead of digging through piles of clothes and other belongings. Dorm rooms are also very small so putting things in their rightful storage places is essential for keeping a tidy room.

2. Study outside of your room as much as you can. If you’re like me, you can distract yourself easily especially when you don’t want to do something (like study). By getting the majority of your work done in the library or somewhere else on campus other than your room, you have less options to distract yourself whereas in your room, you have all your stuff to pick up and lose hours of study time with. 

3. Be straightforward with your roommate. If your roommate is doing something that bothers you, tell them clearly right away (politely). Otherwise, they’ll never know and continue to do what is bothering you. In order to avoid arguments, tell them right away very nicely and they should stop. It might be their room too, but you need to make sure that you’re happy as well. 

I hope this was helpful. This is only SOME of the tips I could think of for right now but I have tons more tips and advice that I love to share. If you have any questions about these tips or want to know more, feel free to ask. 


14/02/2017  Queen Máxima paid a working visit to the foundation Emma at Work in the Emma Children’s Hospital / Academic Medical Center in Amsterdam. 

The foundation supports young people with a chronic illness or physical disability in work experience through, for example a holiday or part-time job or some other form of work. The experience can help them to build an independent life.

Photos: Royal House of the Netherlands vía Twitter.

funny story

In Jr. High, my friends and I all had older sibling who attended the high school part of the school (the school started at Jr. High aka 7th grade aka the academic center and went until 12th grade). The Jr. High students only had seven classes in one day while the high schoolers had eight. My counselor would always make my friends and I wait in front of the library at the end of the high schoolers eight class to be picked up by our siblings.

One day, one of my friends and I were talking about a book that we had been reading (we were considered nerds because we would always finish our work early and read books that weren’t for class). In the book the two main characters had finally done the deed. The way the author explained it was hilarious to us. So me being me decided to act it out. I was in the middle of the hallway strutting and singing “I’m too sexy for my shoes, too sexy for my socks,too sexy for my bra” like I was on an actual catwalk.

I was pretending to unclasp my bra and making kissing noises when I noticed my friends got really quiet. I turn around, hands still pretending like I’m going to take off my bra, lips puckered up, and there is this teacher behind me just staring at me amusedly. It was like a seen from t.v; I was so embarrassed. I went on to have that teacher for my last two years of high school…


I work in the Academic Support Center at my college doing… a lot of things. I showed the director the worksheets I made recently. She thought they were great. Putting them on our website. Then I showed her my planner… SHE. LOVED. IT.

My school might pay me to design a custom student planner for them to give out to students!!!!!!!!!

I’m so excited. It’s not *confirmed* yet, but I know she’s going to do what she has to in order to make it happen because she really wants that resource available to students.

This is the dream, guys. To have my college purchase planners from me to give out to students for free. Which is really the best case scenario for the students. And that is my goal; to make quality resources that are affordable and specifically made to help facilitate student success.

If you haven’t yet, you can check out the 2016-2017 Student Planner here and all my other printables here.


Decided to start a Studyblr! I’ve been struggling with motivation this fall after a long summer semester and new priorities. I need to keep pushing myself and keep going, December 2016 is only 14 months away ⭐️

Quick info about me: I have a BA in communications and I am back in school for a BBA in accounting for a more sensible future. I love the challenge of school and if I am able, I would love to be in academia forever. I am a writing and reading tutor at my university’s academic resource center, and I make and sell planner stickers at My main tumblr is 💛


Lysapsus limellum

source-CENBAM Portal and PPBio Western Amazon

INCT CENBAM (Centro de Estudos da Biodiversidade Amazônica) (Centre for Amazonian Biodivesity Studies) was created in 2009 with the principle objective of consolidating outputs based on firm scientific knowledge that start with biodiversity studies and end with information, products and processes that are useful to specific users in the short, medium and long-term. It coordinates a network of Amazonian and extra-Amazonian institutions involved in biodiversity studies.

Programa de Pesquisa em Biodiversidade (PPBio) was created in 2004 with the aims of furthering biodiversity studies in Brazil, decentralizing scientific production from already-developed academic centers, integrating research activities and disseminating results across a variety of purposes, including environmental management and education.

On trying to keep your shit together and succeeding

Today was a record bad day in my hospitalist career. I believe it is only one-upped in my entire healthcare career by that one time on surgery rotation. Or possibly that one time with a physician I can only refer to as the Bacon Hater. That’s a story I’ve been saving up for another time. 

Anyways, about today. Basically as a hospitalist I am the primary provider for most of my patients. Almost all of the time the specialists are always consulting providers, but of course if a specialist tells you their advice you generally follow it. A neurologist told me to either discharge a patient or, as the family was demanding, transfer her to an academic center for a second opinion because they had nothing further to offer and the patient was medically stable. And I spent 2 hours trying to transfer her to the academic center (they refused), talking to social work, arranging free medications (she had no insurance), and writing the discharge summary. I went to try and make peace with the family, got cussed out, and they were screaming that the neurologist didn’t want the patient to leave and how could I be going against his wishes?

The sad part was, the neurologist got cussed out earlier, too, changed his mind, and told the patient she could stay BUT NEVER TOLD ME.

I exited the patient’s room to find him speaking to the patient’s family member, apologizing that the hospitalist team “had miscommunicated, well they’re always changing shifts and it’s never the same provider, you know…”

And I had to stand there and listen while he threw my team, the nursing staff (and the patient’s nurse was standing there too!), and his very own nurse practitioner that had been following the patient under the bus in order to save face for himself. He want on to say “and you know NPs and PAs generally I don’t work with them very often… it gets hard with the miscommunication…” And I stood there shooting him daggers the whole time but BY GOD I HAD TO BE THE BIGGER PERSON AND BE PROFESSIONAL IN FRONT OF THIS LADY FFFFFF!!!

The conversation ended, and I ran after the neurologist and caught him trying to escape at the elevators. I could hardly keep my shit together and quite frankly was on the verge of tears I was so upset.

“Excuse me, Dr. Neurologist!” I said loudly and he whirled around. “Did we not have a conversation about this patient’s discharge this morning?”

He went on some circular vague answer, never answering my question.

“Well if you changed your mind, you needed to be crystal clear about that with the discharging service. And furthermore,” I said with my eyes beading into his, “What was that in front of the patient’s family member that you said about working with NPs and PAs? Excuse me-” as I jabbed a finger at my white coat label “-I am a PA, and I found that incredibly offensive! And calling out the nursing staff like that!”

His eyes grew a bit wide. He backpedaled “Well, you know, I didn’t mean it like that-” More vague excuses entailed. I let him drone on for a bit, then informed him that clearly there was too much “miscommunication” and that the hospitalist team would be excusing this patient from their services, thusly coordination of the patient’s workup, discharge, insurance problems, and social issues was now entirely his responsibility so that we would not trouble him further with our errors.

I bid him a very professional good day, turned heel, and went straight to my attending who supported me fully and stamped the sign off with her seal of approval.

And damn, it was worth it to keep my shit together and stand up for NPs, PAs, and nurses!

And for the record, thanks to that fiasco I was frazzled beyond belief and running extremely behind and had a million patients left to see. I dialed up my phone a friend fellow hospitalist NP and PAs and they answered me stat to help me take care of my list. Umm yeah when you have each other’s back and actually communicate and work as a TEAM shit gets done right.


Synapturanus salseri 

source-CENBAM Portal and PPBio Western Amazon

INCT CENBAM (Centro de Estudos da Biodiversidade Amazônica) (Centre for Amazonian Biodivesity Studies) was created in 2009 with the principle objective of consolidating outputs based on firm scientific knowledge that start with biodiversity studies and end with information, products and processes that are useful to specific users in the short, medium and long-term. It coordinates a network of Amazonian and extra-Amazonian institutions involved in biodiversity studies.

Programa de Pesquisa em Biodiversidade (PPBio) was created in 2004 with the aims of furthering biodiversity studies in Brazil, decentralizing scientific production from already-developed academic centers, integrating research activities and disseminating results across a variety of purposes, including environmental management and education.

So in academic center this kid we all call big boy dropped his pencil and he’s like hey wanna pick up my pencil for me and this kid brad is like maybe if we all put our forces together we can get it so like five of us upperclassmen and our student teacher put our hands out and then add feet and brad finally picked it up and this kid pat goes maybe if I drop an object on it it’ll help and so he drops his planner on it and knocks it outta brads hand and omg I’m DYING IT WAS SO FUNNY

I’m sure it doesn’t help that I only got like fourish hours of sleep last night.

How INFJs interact with other types.

As an INFJ, I always adapt myself to be what someone is lacking. 

If I’m around a reclusive introvert who hates everyone, I focus all of my warmth and attention on them. I practically spew glitter in an attempt to get them to open up, though not to the extremes that an ENFP does. (Sorry, ENFPs. I just don’t know how you do it.) 

 If I’m around an introvert that wants to be sympathized with rather than pried out of their shell, my manner becomes more soft and reserved. I ask questions that are philosophical and academics-centered around Thinking types. Whereas, around Feeling types, I’m more prone to ask how they’re doing. It’s kind of what causes INFJ’s to be called ‘The Counselor,’ I suppose. 

 Around extroverts, I am a shy enigma. I resemble a puzzle for them to solve, or simply the quiet girl who wants to be understood. 

I’ve been unconsciously doing this for years, modifying myself to be the version of me that people want me to be. It’s only recently that I’ve opened up more and tried to be myself. And though I still probably appear mysterious and complex from an outside perspective, at least now I know that I’ve only been changing myself to help others.

I added a donate button.

And I feel incredibly guilty about it.  

As some of you know, I intended on using my tax return to pay for my airline tickets to Oxford, England in July.  This trip would be for a special academic program that centers on C.S. Lewis and would be incredibly advantageous to my career.  I would also see a few of my friends in England, have the time of my life, and connect with some really important scholars in my field.  

But things happened.  Primarily that I found out I owe the government $1000 due to a discrepancy in my work paperwork.  And because of this, I will not be getting a tax return.  

Crushed seems too simple a word.  I felt like my heart was being broken.  Oxford has always been special to me, always been my place of magic and love.  I was counting on that tax return.  

So I added a donate button.  And I’m opening up (and finishing late) commissions.  I added it out of desperation, because I want to go to Oxford again so very badly and because I had worked so hard to get myself out of debt–only to land in debt once again.  

In all likelihood, none of this will make a difference.  And I’ll just have to accept that sometimes shit happens and as the Rolling Stones, you can’t always get what you want.  But I’m also embarking on the season of Lent.  A time for sacrifice, for self-reflection–for miracles.  A part of me is praying for a miracle.  

There’s 1400 of you following this blog and I won’t ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with or beg or plead.  But if you have it on your heart to help me or if God leads you or if you just enjoyed my weird smut and cute Swanfire stuff and want to give me a dollar for it, I would be very grateful.  

Your Efforts

I want to start this off by saying, “I have a great life.”  I truly do.  But like everyone else’s life, mine has challenges.  This in part explains my recent dearth of posting.  It is not that I don’t have the time to write, I am just so exhausted by the effort.

For example, I have been spending time on multiple publications.  One of which I feel certain is as strong or better than others within its field.  Yet I face rejection, which likely is not based on my own work, but my lack of affiliation with a large academic center (spoiler alert, I do not attend school at a research powerhouse).  Does this bias exist?  Definitely.  And it is infuriating.  After so many years of believing hard work translates into success, I have reached the point in my life where I see that this isn’t true.

Just in the last few months I have seen good, hardworking people thrown to the mob as a way to defend their superiors.  I have seen backroom deals that have nothing to do with patient care, but dramatically affect how patients are cared for.  These things aren’t necessarily happening in my hospital (though some are).  They go as high as my state government, where party politics prevents constituents from getting what they deserve. 

This gets back to my original point - the world does not always reward your efforts.

But we should never stop trying. 

To many of my peers and superiors I am a joke.  I am that guy who thinks about quality improvement and patient safety.  I am the guy who is more worried about the people he can help rather than the name of his institution.  Despite exceptional board scores, I have declined applying to programs with the biggest names.  And I have given up clinical elective time to work on a project to improve communication between doctors and nurses.

I see them roll their eyes when I speak about the need for team huddles.  They sigh when I propose another intervention.  I am the alien in the room.  Yet I won’t stop trying.  One day I’ll get through.  One day they will say, “wow, this does work better for patients.”

The world does not reward your efforts.  But maybe it rewards, or at least looks kindly on, perseverance.  Either way, we should never stop trying.