adults go to college

  • Hair-Dresser: So, do you have any plans for college?
  • Me: *that sound Jack makes after Davey says "tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good!")

To all my freshman babies who are panicking right now about how much your college textbooks cost: Yeah, you’re right, that’s some highway robbery. No, you don’t have to lie down and take it. You have options. Follow my advice and fly on your own debt free wings.

1. Forgoe the bookstore entirely. Sometimes you can get a good deal on something, usually a rental, but it’s usually going to be considerably more expensive to go through official channels. Outsmart them, babies.

2. Does your syllabus call for edition eight? Get edition seven. Old editions are considered worthless in the buyback trades, so they sell for dirt cheap, no matter how new they are. It’s a gamble, sure; there might be something in edition eight you desperately need, but that never happened to me. However, I’ve only ever pulled this stunt for literature/mass comm/religious studies books, so I don’t know it would work in the sciences.

3. Thriftbooks.com, especially for nonfiction and fiction. Books are usually four or five dollars unless they’re really new, and shipping is 99 cents unless you buy over 10$ in books, in which case shipping is free. 

4. Bigwords.com. It will scan every textbook seller on the internet for the lowest price available, and will do the same to find the highest price when you try to sell your books back at the end of term. Timesaver, lifesaver.

5. In all probability, your library offers a service called interlibrary loan which is included in your tuition. This means if your library doesn’t carry a book you can order it for free from any library nationwide in your library’s network and it will be shipped to you in a number of days. Ask a librarian to show you how to search for materials at your library as well as though interlibrary loan; you’ll need to master this skill soon anyway.  If you get lucky you can just have your required reading shipped to you a week before you need to start reading, then renew vigorously until you no longer need to item. I’m saving over 100$ on a History of Islam class this way.

You professors might side-eye you for bringing an old edition or a library copy, but you just smile right back honey, because you can pay your rent and go clubbing this month. You came here to win. So go forth and slay.

Renamed Avenue Q Song Titles
  • Avenue Q Theme: Life is great :)))))
  • What Do You Do with a B.A. In English?: Well I haven't even started yet but I can already tell my future's gone to shit
  • It Sucks To Be Me: Exposition is a lot more entertaining through song (ft. You singing all the parts)
  • If You Were Gay: You Got A Friend in Me but Gay
  • Purpose: Pennies are almost worthless but my purpose isn't
  • Everyone's a Little Bit Racist: @DonaldTrump
  • The Internet is for Porn: @DonaldTrump Part 2 (being racist AND perverted since 1946)
  • Mixtape: Sending Mixed signals through a mix of songs
  • I'm Not Wearing Underwater Today: GET A JOB
  • Special: "Shake what your Mama gave you girl, shake it!"
  • You Can Be As Loud As The Hell You Want: If ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) could be in song form this would be it
  • Fantasies Come True: Why did I just cry for a gay puppet?
  • My Girlfriend Who Lives in Canada: *reads smudged writing on hand*
  • There's a Fine Fine Line: Kate protection squad where you at?
  • There is Life Outside Your Apartment: Everyone @ me
  • The More you Ruv Someone: Murder and hatred are the only ways to express true love
  • Schadenfreude: Learn how to define, spell, and give examples of the vocabulary word of the day! (Also fuck you lady that's what stairs are for)
  • I Wish I Could Go Back To College: Shit we're adults now
  • The Money Song: Capitalism in a nutshell (ft. Somewhat selfish charity work?)
  • School the Monsters/The Money Song (reprise): I knew that investment in porn would pay off someday
  • There's a Fine Fine Line (reprise): "are you high?!"
  • For Now: Don't worry all the shitty stuff will end eventually when the sweet embrace of death finally comes.
Senior year advice and how to make senior year effective

So it’s your senior year in high school and you’re probably super excited for the year to come. You finally get to go to college and become your own person, pursue your dream, or maybe just get away from the bullshit. So here’s some of my best advice to make senior year a good one: 

SENIORITIS WILL HAPPEN

  • There is literally no way you can avoid this. It’s like a deadly parasite that just consumes you. It’s very effective, especially if you’re surrounded by people who have already entered the “fuck school I just want it to be over” phase. 
  • The way senioritis works is, the busier you are, the less it will  hit you. I was a pretty active student year round. I had tennis , our drama one acts in the fall, FFA,  plus work. In the spring semester I had our school play, track, and I joined our FFA vet science judging team (which helped kept me focus ) . 
  • Winter is honestly the only time you should indulge lazyness. Get it out of your system and devote the rest of your school year to being productive

DON’T FILL YOUR SCHEDULE WITH TEACHER ASSISTANT AND OFFICE AID ELECTIVES 

  • The one thing colleges love to see (besides student involvement and volunteer hours) is that you have a REAL schedule lined up for you your senior year. Get classes that apply to what you want to do in college, or find classes that you think you might be interested in. You never know if that could be the deciding point on what you want to do with your life. 
  • Honestly, it’s going to suck when all your friends have relaxing classes most of the day and you have stacks of homework to do your senior year (trust me i’ve been there) but in the long run, colleges will thank you, and senioritis I can guarantee won’t hit you as bad when you’re taking classes that challenge and interest you. 

AP CLASSES

  • This is honestly all preference and knowing your limits, but if you have never taken a AP class your high school career you should probably take one. High school classes are NOTHING like college. AP prepared me more for college and studying then any mandatory classes i’ve ever taken
  • KNOW. YOUR. LIMITS. I only took one AP class my senior year because I knew I would be working and doing a lot of school involvement. Some people liked to make their schedule mostly AP classes because in may when they take their AP exam they just chilled for the remaining of the school. Personally I think that’s a dumb idea, because then you’re just wasting your time for a couple of weeks and it’ll make you want to ditch class, etc. 

APPLYING TO COLLEGE

  • PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD APPLY EVERYWHERE
  • You never know what schools you’re actually going to get accepted to. You may think you have stanford in the bag and only apply to that school. But if you get rejected and have no where to turn but a local community college, your life will suck. 
  • Don’t worry about being undecided,  a lot of people are in the same shoes as you are, and college will understand
  • BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF. When you do those little “why should we accept you essays” you need to write yourself as the shiny little gold nugget that you are. Have confidence in yourself
  • When applying to out of state: you better know your shit. No one is going to help you as much because your councilors only know about local and state colleges. Especially when you decide to go to out of state college, KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Always check your emails and follow the college steps like it’s your lifeline or you’ll miss something. 

SCHOLARSHIPS 

  • Just apply to all of them. Trust me on this because I can guarantee you half of your graduating class would have not applied to a single one of them 
  • Don’t be lazy 

“SENIOR YEAR IS THE BEST YEAR OF YOUR LIFE”

  • This is complete bullshit but it also depends on each person
  • Senior year is honestly like every other year but you’re expected to be more of an adult. No one is going to make you apply to colleges and no one is going to make you do anything.
  • Senior year isn’t like it is in the movies, you won’t be partying all the time and not every second of it is going to be perfect. You might lose some friends and some things you love will change. It’s a very emotional and exciting time, make the most of it. 
  • Spend as much time with your high school friends because you’ll probably never see them again. That girl that you’ve been soccer buddies with all 4 year is probably never going to text you again, so make the most of your friends. 
  • Attend all the high school events. It’s the last time you’ll ever be able to do it, so make some memories. 

SOME ADVICE TO FRESHMEN 

  • Don’t be scared
  • you’re going to lose some friends and make new ones
  • but for the love of god get involved. it’s not “cool” to be a slacker. Honestly you’ll have a better experience and things will go by a lot faster.
  • Do your damn homework, it actually counts in high school
  • be nice to your teachers
  • make the most of your high school experience. It goes by faster then you think. 

I was tagged. Six things about me

1. Though I have my favorite pizza toppings I’ll eat nearly any pizza. If you and I order a pizza we’ll get whatever you want for toppings even if it’s kale and brussels sprouts. It’s pizza and pizza is delicious. Watching high-maintenance children and adults at parties moaning “Ewwww, olives are the grossest!” or “I can’t eat onions!” or “Yuck! No one likes pepperoni!” kills me. I’ll argue about tap water before I’ll fight over pizza toppings. Being on a deserted island with one of those people would be amusing if the only food was a pepperoni and olive pizza. Be picky, be hungry. Fine with me.

2. I was the captain of my cross country running team in high school.

3. I don’t like big music concerts. One time my wife and I got free tickets to see Paul Simon and Brian Wilson. The music was good but everyone there bugged the shit out of me. Near the end of that concert I started a fight with some obnoxious high school kids. I may hate some people but it’s extremely unlike me to fight. That fight was mostly pushing and shoving. Security saw us and kicked the kids out but I was allowed to remain.

4(a). Twice in my life I have pulled a dead body out of a lake. 4(b). Twice I’ve done the Heimlich maneuver on a young child. It worked! 4©. Once I did CPR on an adult. It didn’t work.

5. If I could go to college all over I’d consider majoring in psychology. Being a therapist would be interesting. People open up and tell me things even if I’m not asking questions. I think I’m a good listener and discreet with what I hear.

6(a). If I obtain ridiculous wealth wearing a brand new pair of socks every day will happen. The feeling of fresh, squishy socks is amazing. It would cut down on laundry too. 6(b). I actually like doing laundry. It’s why I bought a washer will all the bells and whistles.

What caused VFD’s schism?

How staggering to believe people such as Count Olaf or Jacques Snicket once belonged to the very same organization! Surely it would take an immensely traumatic event, a dramatically expanded argument to lead likewise individuals on such different paths. On one side, a cohort of thieves, murderers and arsonists, determined on stealing fortunes. On the other side, a secretive alliance of researchers and experts evading persecution. Did they ever have anything in common?

“It’s complicated and confusing,” Olivia explained. “They say that long ago it was simple and quiet, but that might be a legend. There was a schism in V.F.D., a great big fight between many of the members, and since then it’s been hard for me to know what to do.
[The Carnivorous Carnival, Chapter Seven]

There is something quite absurd about this conflict. Actually, Kit and Dewey believe the Schism happened when they were about four years old, which means that most of the adults of "A Series of Unfortunate Events” are probably too young to remember it anyway. The origins of the Schism are so obscure they border on mythology: children follow their elders’ instructions without questions, and with each generation, more and more knowledge is lost. Does anyone actually understand what the Schism involves at this point?

Let’s try to move beyond the fog of war and carefully analyze the strategic dynamics of VFD before and after the Schism. Only then will we propose a frightening theory on the reasons which led to this great divide… after the cut.

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For Everyone Upset About Mackassie

I think it’s wonderful it didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong, I love the chemistry between the two, but now we have a coming of age film for gay girls focused on friendships, not romance. It’s very easy to get misconstrued about what the film was about, having Mack come out and date some girls, but the main focus was always Mack and Cassie’s relationship. It sends a message to not focus on how gay you are or get consumed by your new girlfriend or experience in the “gay world”, but that what’s important is your friends who will always be there, and focus on keeping them in a time where it’s rough: being a young adult going to college and finding a job.

13 going on 30 AU

GUYS. I was watching 13 Going on 30 again b/c I’m rom-com trash and I just… I needed a Sterek version. I have no idea if this has been done before, so I just went for it. ~5k, rated T

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“Do I look cool?” Derek asks, staring at himself in the hall mirror. The leather jacket’s a little big for him — it’s his dad’s — but he thinks it could look okay once he rolls up the sleeves.

Stiles snorts, fiddling with the hem of his baggy plaid overshirt. “You look like one of those drug dealers that hangs out in the park, dude. It’s uncanny.”

Derek gives him the finger.

“Hey, so,” Stiles rummages around in his backpack a minute and comes out with a slender present wrapped in blue tissue paper. “Happy birthday, dude.” 

Derek rips away the wrapping and it’s a comic book, thirty pages, hand-drawn by Stiles himself. 

“Whoa, awesome,” Derek says, flipping it open curiously. “Is this about us? As superheroes?” It looks like Stiles has drawn him as Wolverine, with fangs and bulging biceps, perched on the roof of somebody’s house. 

“Yeah,” Stiles says, grinning, bouncing his weight from his heels to the balls of his feet. “Check it out, I—” and that’s about when the doorbell rings. 

“I’ll look at it later, Kate’s here,” Derek interrupts, pushing past him.

“Oh, uh, okay,” Stiles says, hunching his shoulders. Derek rolls his eyes. Why Stiles expects him to drop everything and read it right this second is beyond him; it’s not like he doesn’t know Derek has a thing for Kate. She’s the hottest girl at their whole school. This is it, his big chance. She can’t see him reading a kids’ book. 

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mom: so how’s college going?
me:
me:
me: great

So who do I believe got VeggieTales going? College kids and young, single adults. More specifically, college kids and young, single adults who worked in Christian bookstores. In the early 1990s, most Christian bookstores were small independents that often filled out their staffs with college kids and young singles working parttime. Particularly in less vital areas of the store, like, say, children’s products. By 1994, with the home video boom in full swing, just about every Christian bookstore had a TV and a VCR in the back, most often in the kids’department where some Christian kids’video invariably looped away all day long, making the young staff member assigned to that area a little, well, loopy. When VeggieTales came along, it was at least worth a look. So these college kids and young adults would open a VeggieTales video and pop it in just to check it out. And they loved it. The Monty Python references, the severe tongue-in-cheekiness, “The Hairbrush Song.”It was exactly what college kids and young single adults had never seen before in a Christian kids’video: something they would actually enjoy watching. We first discovered this dynamic in early 1994, when a woman sent us a copy of an invitation she had created for a VeggieTales party. “Cool,”I thought, “a VeggieTales party for her kids.”But on the back of the invitation, she had written, “By the way, this was a party for young adults. No kids were invited.”
—  Me, Myself and Bob by Phil Vischer
Fixed [Giriboy]

Originally posted by honggiriboy

Artist: Giriboy | Word Count: 1.975 | Soulmate!AU (9/?)

Soulmate!AU – Everyone has a timer that countdowns the time you and your soul mate will meet on their wrist. The timer can be broken accidentally and not.

This one was from a very very long time ago, it probably has been sitting on my ask for a month:( I’m so sorry it was so late, anon, but I hope you’ll like it<3

p.s I’m running out inspiration nowadays:( *sighs*

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By now, after years of living on Earth, you felt like your life wasn’t really doing worse at all. You enjoy the times here in college, although at times it can get overwhelming, to the point where you just want to rip all the hair you have on your head. Everyone was surprisingly nice to you, and it made college way better. And you didn’t mind working part time, squeezing it in the free time that you have. The extra money you get from work was giving you lots of use. To sum it up, you were flowing smoothly through this transition era from a college student to an adult that’s going to jump into the business world. And you were more than ready to get out of university.

Just that, even though you’re content with life, there was one thing that was out of place. It was your ability to fix broken soul mate timer that everyone has. Since the timer can be broken, some people in this world can inherit the magic to fix the timer again. But when you use the magic, it could tire your body out, so you would use it only at emergencies. And during the whole time that you’ve lived with this power, the amount of times you healed someone’s timer can be counted with the fingers on your hands.

Your phone suddenly rang, snapping you back from your trail of thoughts. Glancing at the untouched gadget at the table, the reminder said that you had work in an hour, reminding you to get ready. You really didn’t want to get up to work today, the sofa just felt so comfortable and you really didn’t want to move. But seeing the uniform hung on your door was enough of a reminder for you that you really needed to get to work.

As you slipped outside of your apartment, you hoped the café won’t be busy today. The weather was good, the sun was out but the amount of clouds painting the sky helped shield the hot burning sun. The walk to the coffee shop you worked at was pleasant as well, as the wind caressed your hair along the way.

You arrived just in time to take over your friend’s shift. The café was empty right now, but you were sure it would bustle again with customers soon. You then get onto your work by grabbing the empty cups and glasses, and lounging by the counter to clean everything up. Just as you were being absorbed by your work, the bell placed at the door chimed, and you turned around to greet your first customer today with a smile.

And your heart raced seeing who it was.

Over the few months that you’ve been working here, there was a frequent customer that dropped by everyday without fail. You still wonder how he manages to catch you on your shift during his every visit, but you didn’t mind having him around. He was the most amusing and intriguing guy you see during work.

You really didn’t know what made you feel very interested towards him. He manages to always make you laugh by the weird nicknames he gave for his order, and you have yet to know his name even until now. He has a really funny way of talking, but it felt like music to your ears, you grew to like listening to him talk. Or was it his big glasses or his cute appearance? A part of you were curious of how it would feel to run your fingers through those parted black hair of his.

Grabbing a medium cup and a marker, you faced him with a bright smile, ready to just write his name for today and get his order done. You had somehow memorized his order by heart, and he knew about this too.

“I’d like the usual order for me, please.”

“And what is your name for today, sir?”

“It’s Siyoung.”

You nodded and scribbled his name on the paper cup. But then, realization dawned in you as you read the name you’ve written on the cup. Cracking your head to him, you stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide and mouth hung slightly apart. He looked like he was trying to hold his laugh as amusement filled his eyes, as he gave you the money to pay for his drink.

“Is that your real name?” You braved yourself to ask while dropping the formalities, and he gave you a nod with a small smile on his lips.

“Yes, it is my name.”

The smile Siyoung had on his face reflected on yours too, as you turned your back from him to make his order. You could sense that Siyoung was moving to the end of the counter, while humming to a song and tapping his fingers to the wooden counter. You bobbed your head along the tune, enjoying his humming that sounded so angelic. Was he a singer? Maybe, you never heard someone that can hum with a really smooth voice.

“Your voice sounds really nice.” You didn’t even shy back as you complimented him, while placing his drink on the counter. He released a chuckle and muttered a soft thank you, as he gripped his order and took a step back.

Siyoung looked like he was ready to leave, but then he stopped in the middle of his track, as if he was stoned for a second. His eyes were wide as it was focused on something that was on the counter. Your eyes followed where his gaze was directed, and you were taken aback to see why he was so shocked.

Your soul mate timer was broken.

Giving him a sheepish smile, you pulled your hand back and scratched the back of your nape nervously. Siyoung wasn’t asking questions to you at all, yet he was shooting them at you from his eyes. It was like question marks were all over him, he was confused.

“I got it broken a few years ago,” Your laugh came out dryer than you thought, “I was one of those people that wanted to go against faith.”

Siyoung didn’t respond much as he hummed in understanding. He then set his cup down and showed you his right wrist, with his timer in the same condition as you, broken and unable to count his time down.

“Mine’s broken too,” Siyoung sighed, “I can fix yours if you want, but you have to promise me you would wait for your soul mate.” He opened his palm, initiating you to let him hold your wrist.

But you were the one turned to a stone this time. Once again, Siyoung was able to shock you again, and you’re really not believed the words that slipped out of his lips just now. Your mind was still trying to process how the stranger that you saw everyday for this past few months actually posses the same power as you. Because you have been looking for someone like him all along, and you needed someone to fix your timer.

After all, even if you have the magic to fix timers, you couldn’t fix yours. And it goes the same for others who had the magic as well, so you all had to heal each other as well. An idea popped inside your head, as you can turn Siyoung’s timer back to normal, and then he can fix yours as well!

“I’ve been looking for someone like you all along!” You groaned, “Where have you been in my life?”

“Sorry, I didn’t see sooner that your timer was broken. Today was the first day you wore something that wasn’t long-sleeved, that’s why I was able to see.” Siyoung chuckled while pointing to your uniform, as he was right. You were wearing the new uniform that wasn’t long sleeved like before.

“I can fix yours as well, actually,” You were grinning like a little kid getting a birthday present, “So why don’t you fix mine, while I fix yours?” Siyoung’s eyes light up like the Fourth of July, there were fireworks blasting inside of him.

“I really should have known you sooner, (Name).”

“Yes, you really should have told your name sooner.”

You held out your left wrist where your timer was and Siyoung showed you his right ones. As you both got a hold of each other’s wrist with your free hand, you both closed your eyes as the timer glowed with a white light under your palm. After a few seconds, the light dimmed, and you both let go of each other’s wrist, and the timers were back to normal, counting down and doing the job.

“It worked!” You cheered in glee, “Thank you so much-“

But then, you halt back the thank you that you were going to say to Siyoung, as something serious have unfolded in front of you. Siyoung was gaping in confusion as he watched his and your watch countdown way too fast, the digits slowly moving towards zero faster. Your eyes were wide again in horror, scared that you had messed something up when you were using your magic. The timers then clicked to 00:00:00, and then it light up again, the bright light stinging you and Siyoung’s eyes to the point that you had to cover them with your other hand. When the light have died down, you peeked from your fingers to see that the timer have disappeared from your sight, and so does Siyoung’s.

“What does this mean?” You croaked out, bring your hand up to caress it softly, as the timer that was attached all your life had disappeared all of a sudden.

You weren’t unfamiliar with the view of two timers disappearing. But you and Siyoung’s timer disappeared right after they got fixed. You really don’t know what this means, and you were staring at Siyoung, waiting for whatever answer that he was going to say.

“We’re soulmates,” Siyoung breathed out in shock, “I think when we got our timers broken, our time for to meet had stopped counting down. And we were probably supposed to meet sometime in the past, but since our timer was broken, we didn’t get to meet each other. That’s why the countdown was so fast, because we should have met a long time ago.”

Yes, that was the logical explanation that you’ve heard. But somehow, the explanation he said went inside from your right ear and then out through your left ear, you suddenly forgot about what he had side. But right now, Siyoung was leaning very close to you, and his eyes were darted down to your lips. You felt your heart beat faster as you inched closer, and Siyoung moved as well, claiming your lips with his and lacing his fingers with yours tightly.

So this was why you had an attraction to him, he was your soul mate all along.

But the kiss didn’t last longer than you thought, as you had already broken away from him while gasping for air. You suddenly felt like lost a huge amount of your energy, and was holding onto the counter to steady yourself. Siyoung was alarmed and he then held your shoulders, while crouching down to let his eyes meet your tired ones.

“You okay?” Siyoung gasped seeing your face turning pale, and you nodded as an answer while trying to chuckle at him, an attempt to wipe away the worried look on his face.

“This happens to me a lot when I fix someone’s timer, as I can’t control my powers well.” He nodded, understanding the reason clearly.

“Alright, let’s get you home now.”

“What?! But I just got here, Siyoung!”

“Let’s just spend the day resting at bed, I don’t mind.”

“Fine, but you’re the one that’s talking to my boss.”

“Deal.”

Hurricane

Originally posted by igot7-love

MATURE

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, underage drinking, drunk sex.

  • Okay, so. College!Mark could go one of two ways in my opinion. He could either be a frat guy that’s kind of a dick but, like, has a heart underneath it all or he could be kind of a shy puppy that just kind of does his own thing and only gets involved with anyone else when Jackson is pushing him.
  • For the purposes of this headcanon, we will go with the former.
  • So, Mark is a brother of Gamma Omega Tau (he probably wouldn’t hold office unless Jaebum asked him to or something and even then, he probably wouldn’t be super into it).
  • He honestly wasn’t totally sold on rushing but, well, he’s one of those kids.
  • You know, the rich asshole guys that think they own the university because their parents will buy their way out trouble and they drive around in cars that cost more than most people’s rent?
  • Yeah, that’s Mark.

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Soooo.....

Guess who’s going to be applying to Framingham State University as a Fall 2017 transfer student and might actually get in??

Guess who’s freaking out but also excited, as opposed to last night when I was just freaking out?

Guess who went to FSU today and talked to an admissions counselor and isn’t as scared about the admissions process anymore?

Guess who’s actually pretty darn excited??????