this a post (complete with links, pictures and other tips) dedicated to all of you struggling through what seems to be a hell they call high school. i get it. i struggled through it, all my friends endured it and you’re probably in the same boat of wanting to throw yourself down each flight of stairs that presents itself. but please don’t do that! i’m here to help, friend!! this is a comprehensive list of all the things i learned from my time in high school. i hope this helps at least one person out there! as always, if you guys have any questions, my ask box is open :)
before we get into it: this is a link to my study routine because some people have been asking for it and don’t have a section in this post to put it under so i’m just going to leave it here.
okay so, i’m going to be completely upfront with you. high school is hard. it’s especially hard if you want to do well. i can honestly say that senior year took its toll in more ways than one when i didn’t take care of myself or pay attention to my body’s needs. so here are some self-care tips to keep you happy & healthy.
1. eat a lot & stay hydrated
when you’re trying to finish a 2000 word essay, or pretty much all but shoving toothpicks in your eyes to stay up studying for an exam the next day, food is your best friend. food helps your brain work better and you’ll find that your concentration levels increase when you study on a filled stomach. there are lots of brain foods out there like dark chocolate, nuts, vegetable sticks etc. but don’t forget to reward yourself with a food of your choice after you feel like you’ve done a lot of work. couple all of this with lots of water to keep you feeling refreshed.
2. pamper yourself
i am completely aware of the fact that high school students don’t have the time to go to a spa or sauna every other weekend. however, you deserve a nice long bath or a good face scrub every now and then. other things you can indulge in:
body lotion (especially the nice smelling ones)
a good facial cleanser
and the list goes on. trust me, being physically relaxed plays a big part in how your brain performs. if you feel a bit gross, take a shower before you start studying. it’s little things like that that’ll make a massive difference.
everyone says it, i know. but it’s so important. if you don’t get sleep the night before because you were cramming for tomorrow morning’s exam, go home and take a nap in the afternoon. get some shuteye in one form or another. pls.
4. believe in yourself
it sounds so weird, and it’s usually not included in posts like these but in my opinion it’s one of, if not the most, important factor in high school success. think about it. if you’re spending those years of your life doubting whether your answer is correct, whether your science report is as good as the next person’s or whether your friends truly like you, you’re using up a lot of energy that could be used for things that’ll actually benefit you in the long run. that’s why my blog is titled “breathe” - because that’s exactly what you have to do, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can do in order to keep going. chin up. you’re going to be okay. you’re doing great. i believe in you. and you should believe in you too.
1. plan everything
i’m telling you now, get some kind of planning system. whether you want to use a bullet journal, a planner, a diary, an app, a computer program or your grandma’s paper napkins, seriously just pick something. when you have seven different classes and you have assessment for each, i highly doubt you’re going to remember every task that goes along with them. so, just take my word for it and plan plan plan.
here’s alinkto how i used my planner back in high school.
i also recommend a whiteboard monthly calendar so you can keep track of all of the important dates you need to remember.
i love love love post-its. i honestly can’t stop myself from buying them - especially the cute animal ones. post-its saved my butt when keeping my books organised and easy to navigate. you can use them to separate different semesters, chapters, lectures, topics etc. i also use post-its to mark any questions, sections or subjects that i’m unsure of so that i can ask my teacher about it the next day. i then write down the answer or explanation on a separate sticky note and stick it next to the question so i can refer back to it when studying for exams.
+ look at all the different kinds of cute post-its you can get!
so you can obviously get all your standard, basic post-its.
buuutttttttt, you can also get all of these fun ones too! they make studying a lot easier and a lot more fun, trust me.
3. figure out a system that works for you
so in high school, i liked having notebooks for each class and having an accordion folder to hold all my papers. that worked perfectly fine for me but there may be other methods that work better for you. i suggest, especially if you’re just about to start or just started high school, that you experiment with different organisational systems to find which one suits you best.
i’ve got a page dedicated to my favourite supplies and how i use them. i hope you can get some inspiration from it in some way.
go on google, tumblr, facebook, instagram, weheartit or whatever tickles your fancy and search up some quotes that inspire you. it sounds really corny, but i’m telling you that it works. i had three quotes above my desk and they always used to motivate me when all i could think about was crashing into the comfort of my blankets. i would pick quotes and write/draw them out myself so i could add my own spin on them. i used:
“make hermione proud”
“effort only fully releases its rewards to those who refuse to quit”
“you have galaxies in your head, don’t let anyone tell you you cannot shine”
this community! it’s the best motivation in my opinion. whenever i was in a procrastination slump, i would scroll through the studyblr tag or scroll through studyblr blogs and before i knew it i’d be ready to study for another hour. it’s honestly one of the most helpful resources, and if it’s available to you then i definitely recommend that you use it!
get yourself a study playlist. it’s amazing what music can do for your mood. add a mix of songs that will get you pumped to blitz through that 5-star difficulty chemistry question and songs that will help you concentrate when you need to find the right word for that english essay. studying when it’s dead quiet is weirdly deafening to me and i can’t concentrate if there isn’t some sort of background noise. just add whatever helps you - whether it be panic!, classical or in my case, kpop hehe
i have a playlist suggestion on my blog if you want to try listening to some new songs. :)
that’s all, folks!
in all honesty, high school isn’t going to be a walk in the park if you want to succeed. it takes dedication, a lot of persistence and a consistent work ethic. you need to know what you’re aiming for, and you need to want it just as much, if not more, than the person who wants the same thing. my high school experience was stressful and anxiety inducing, but i can honestly say that the rewards on the flip side are very much worth it. you’ve got this. you’ll do a lot more than survive. you will succeed.
It gets lost in all the comedy of the blog but facts-i-just-made-up was originally a very angry spoof of numerous “genuine” fact blogs that routinely posted unsourced and incorrect facts, some of which seemed to have been things that people just thought would be cool if they were true, just made up. It was a trend I thought would die off in time as people began to realize that some fact blogs were liars, or at best just ignorant bloggers who didn’t check their sources.
Obviously this trend has not ended, it has instead gone mainstream. The most powerful people in the world now routinely lie on an unprecedented level and make up claims on the spot, almost pathologically. Many news sources parrot these lies without even the slightest reality checks. And many people simply trust what they see, be it a slight misrepresentation skewed to fit a point of view or a glaring, obvious falsehood written to deceive and destroy lives.
I just saw a fun lesson in how easy it is. Here’s a post that got maybe ten notes in its original form:
It’s a joke, there are a bunch of Bob Ross quotes all over in this format, little grey subtitle boxes over him painting. It looks real on the surface. The post clearly states that the quote is in fact from the Akira Kurosawa movie “Ikiru.” It’s from a series of posts that play on how similar Kurosawa scripts can be to Bob Ross quotes, and on the numerous incorrectly attributed not-really-Bob-Ross quotes going around tumblr.
Then someone removed the caption. It got 17,000 notes in a day.
I’m pretty sure that in a year, maybe a month, maybe less, Google will find very few sites attributing this quote to the film Ikiru. Quote aggregators will find the thousands of reposts without the correct attribution and then the millions of people who blindly read over them will repost it in ten thousand forms, securing the quote as Bob Ross’s on every page commonly available. Maybe, maybe if we’re lucky, Wikiquote will at least keep it in the “attributed” section instead of just listing it as his own.
And that’s all the benign version, an innocent joke made reality by more or less innocent bloggers. Imagine what will become of reality after years of world leaders and globally trusted news sources lying intentionally without punishment, without negative consequences for the liars.
We are entering a new era in which nobody knows fact from fiction, and everybody makes up the facts as they go along.
PROMPT:soulmate au where the first thing your soulmate says is tattooed on your arm, however, both dan and phils tattoos are in a foreign language that they don’t understand (as in they don’t speak the same language)
(prompt from @phanfic)
(WARNINGS/TRIGGERS) none, as far as im concerned, though the quickest mention of abusive ever, right at the start. a few nervous/down thoughts I guess?
GENRE: fluff :)
(AUTHORS NOTE) im popping the oneshot cherry, presenting you with this, looking for some followers on here, @phanfucks , ao3 agnesisacunt, ff.net agnesfandoms, and my wattpad ineedfiction. also my ig danisabear but whatevs really. also this is kinda short dan bc he’s only seventeen at this point. anyway. enjoooooooooooooooooooy :)) also feedback helps the flowers grow
Philip Lester lived in a world where people had ‘soul-quotes’. That was the name of the little thing that was written on your arm from birth, the first thing your soulmate would say to you. Some people found their soulmates when they were just 7, some people even had to wait fifty years, and some never got their soulmate. Maybe they never met, maybe their soulmate was mean or abusive, or maybe they didn’t have a mark, or their soulmate had a mark for another person.
Soulmates didn’t have to be relationships, more often than not they were, but they could be friendships too.
The thing with Phil’s soul-quote? It was in danish. ‘Undskyld, men tog du lige et billede af mig?’ what?? He’d once tried looking it up on google translate, the sentence ‘sorry, but did you just take a picture of me?’ didn’t make any sense back then, but now, as a photography student, it kind of did. Kind of.
It was all very exciting though, him having a soulmate from a different country, while all his friends just had british soulmates. Phil also may have kind of dreamed about his soulmate finding Phil’s slight british accent hot.
But currently, he was more excited than ever. He was going to Denmark with his photography class at uni, because every year a country to go to was chosen by the students of the class, they’d have five options, and Phil may have convinced 13 people to choose Denmark. They would arrive at Copenhagen airport in about 45 minutes, use the rest of the day to get settled in, get right in to photography monday morning, and then take the train to a city in jytland called Aarhus on tuesday evening, where they’d spend three more days. Phil was ecstatic. Even at 8 o’clock on a sunday morning, he’d never been more excited.
The first day of Copenhagen was unsuccesful. He’d tried to speak to as many people as possible, even walking into some on purpose (do. not. ask). But no one said anything that could sound even a little bit like the thing he had on his lower right arm, in a squiggly writing - his soulmates writing. It’d taken several of Phil’s family members to figure out the letters, and it just made it all the more difficult that it was in a foreign language.
Phil was dead-set to try again tomorrow.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He’d gotten a few ‘undskyld’s, but that was more or less it.
Now he was on the train to jytland, at 7:47 p.m., going through the pictures he’d taken of The Round Tower, Amalienborg Palace, a few birds, dogs, flowers, and people.
“Seem a little down, Phil? Didn’t find them today either?” Asked Camille, one of his friends, sounding like she felt rather sorry for him. Most of the people he knew, including her, had already found their soulmate, some were married, some not. Phil was the oldest person he himself knew who hadn’t found his soulmate yet. He was 22 for god’s sake. The most common age to find your soulmate was around 17. How long would he have to wait?
“Nah, I didn’t, unfortunately.” he answered. He got a few pats on the back with the people he sat with at that, but none of them really knew what to say, which was understandable.
“You’re gonna find them, promise.” said Mike, who was also Phil’s cousin’s soulmate. “Thanks man, anyway, did you guys get some good pics?” he asked.
“Yeah, I got one from the top of the Round Tower with a really nice view, also one of a dog with it’s owners sitting at a fountain. What about you guys?” said Mike, and so they continued talking until they had to get off the train.
First day of Aarhus? No luck. Phil was really fucking hoping that the second day was gonna be better (little did he know, it was).
Phil, Mike, Camille, Emma, and Damon were walking with each other along the Aarhus Canal, taking different pictures of it, buildings, cafés, dogs, people, and their ‘Baresso’ coffees. Phil had gotten an Ultimative Iceblend with mint, and it tasted like heaven. Camille and Emma had both bought a danish soda called Faxe Kondi, which tasted surprisingly well.
‘Holy-’ Phil couldn’t help himself, quickly putting his camera in front of his right eye and snapping a picture, when he saw the most breath-takingly beautiful boy he was to ever lay his eyes on. He had a brown fringe, sweeping to the left, sparkling brown eyes with little specks of golden and honey in them, and was smiling the brightest of smiles to some of his friends and, oh god, dimples as deep as Phil was in love. He was petting his dog, a black-spotted Grand Danois, and looking at some of his friends, laughing along with them. Well, until he wasn’t, and was suddenly looking at Phil, and oh shit, oh no, he fucking saw me taking a picture of him like some creep.
“Undskyld, men tog du lige et billede af mig?” he said, but of course, Phil didn’t understand shit.
“I-I’m sorry, say that again please? I’m british.” Phil explained with the slightest of embarrassed laughs.
The gorgeous boy looked down at his left arm, taking a couple of seconds before answering, with the most stunning smile ever; “Sorry, but did you just take a picture of me?”
And Phil burst out laughing, in relief, joy, happiness, so many different emotions.
“I- um, yes, yes I did actually.” He chuckled, more or less ignoring all the confused faces around them.
“Yeah? And not just of Bella here?” Pretty boy (also known as Phil’s soulmate, apparently, holy fuck) asked, scratching the big dog, that was more or less in his lap, behind the ear.
Phil chuckled. “Well, as charming as she is, that wasn’t the first thing on my mind.” He replied, smirking slightly at the now blushing boy, and if you asked Phil he’d probably refuse the slight tint on his own cheeks.
“Um, Dan? Hvem er din ven her?” asked a friend of the boy, Dan, as Phil had just discovered. Jesus, that’s a nice name. Is it short for something, maybe? What’s his last name? Phil thought to himself, and yes, he did feel a bit creepy to be honest, but he also knew that these were regular thoughts right after meeting your soulmate.
“Oh. det er- this is-” Dan giggled, not sure what to say since he didn’t kow his soulmate’ name yet, but kinda confused as to how his friends hadn’t caught on yet.
“I’m Phil Lester.” Phil said with a kind smile, reaching his hand out to Dan’ friends. Phil. Dan couldn’t help but let out a small, contented sigh, as his soulmate seemed to be the perfect person.
“Dan Howell.” Dan said at last and reached his hand out to Phil too.
“Howell? Isn’t that an english name?” Phil asked curiously, wanting to know as much about this boy as humanly possible.
“Well yeah, my great-great-grandpa was from Ireland and his son, my great-grandpa, got married to a danish woman who took his name, and so on.” Dan answered, quietly ushering Bella off of his lap so he could stand up before his legs fell asleep. He was about a head shorter than Phil, which was adorable, but would also be the cause of a great amount of neck pain in the future.
“Oh, you’re tall, no fair.” Dan whined and pouted, and Phil laughed, but was cut short by the voice of Camille. “Alright, not-so-wild guess, are you two soulmates?” she asked and when the two boys nodded to her, she couldn’t help but gasp along with Phil’s other friends and pull him into a hug, while some of Dan’ squealed a little and embraced him too, all laughing and congratulating.
“Alright, alright, but Dan how old are you?” asked Emma in a teasing tone. Phil snickered.
“Oh, I’m turning eighteen in June?” he told, not quite knowing why she wanted to know that, until she slapped Phil, exclaiming ‘old man!’. They all laughed at that, though Phil rolled his eyes and snickered again. “I’m twenty-two.” he explained.
Both Phil and Dan’ friends may have all lured off about fifteen minutes after that, but it’s not like the two really noticed. And Phil likes to tell himself that Dan didn’t notice the thirty-one pictures that were taken of him in the coffee shop they sat in for the next two hours, chatting and trying to teach Phil danish, though he probably did. And he probably noticed the twelve Phil took of him as they were walking and sitting beside the canal with Bella too.
Sadly, Phil couldn’t see Dan almost all friday because Dan still had school for a couple more weeks. That didn’t stop him from talking about him all the time, though. It was quite endearing, to be honest.
When Dan’ school day finally ended, at 1:55 because it was a short day, he and Phil met up right outside of the rather big - yet still much smaller than Phil’ old high school - building, they both smiled from ear to ear.
“Hey.” Dan said breathely.
“Hey.” Phil returned it in the same, slightly awe-struck, tone. “Don’t you guys have to wear uniforms?” he continued, noticing how Dan’ attire was a red-plaid sweatshirt, with the image of a dog and silhouette of a man in the center. Phil learned yesterday that Dan had quite an expensive taste.
“No, not here. When I was younger I always thought it would’ve been cool if we did, but I’m rather relieved now.” they laughed.
“Good. They’re horrific.” Dan laughed even louder at Phil’ words, and Phil could only say that he was proud of that.
“It’s sad that you’re leaving already. In two hours right?” asked the younger of the two, frowning deeply.
“Yeah. I was thinking if you maybe had the time, you could come say goodbye at the airport?” Phil said nervously, though he knew he had no reason to be. Dan smiled again, nodding.
“Yeah. We can exchange skype accounts, social media?” Dan proposed, and Phil nodded.
“Could we exchange a goodbye kiss?” said Phil, teasingly setting his hands on Dan’ waist, making the younger of the two giggle loudly.
Today, I will be giving you some tips that I use to help me get an amazing grade on my essays! it is important to understand not everything is about getting an A, sure it is amazing but all you need to focus on is improving from your previous grade!!
PLAN! firstly I can not stress this enough, so many people do not plan and just write their essay, to then realise they are completely off topic and have to restart! I live by the quote “failing to plan, is planning to fail”
start by writing the essay question out on paper, then create a mindmap/brainstorm of the subject area, possible topic sentences/ideas/facts
secondly, write some of your thoughts on the general topic, from different aspects and scopes, you can list words or ideas that will sound good in your essay
look through any criteria sheets, lectures/tutorial slides discussing the assignment, your notes, that are relevant to your assignment, then write all this information in one place.
then have a look on google scholar or whatever books, journal articles, websites, or any sources deemed appropriate by your lecturer/teacher. It is so important to note where you found your sources, it will help you so much later!
once you have finished that, calculate how many words are an appropriate amount per paragraph. for example, if you have a 1500 word essay, with 5 body paragraphs including an introduction and conclusion then you should give the body paragraphs 250 words, the introduction 150, and the conclusion 100 words. it doesn’t matter if it is exact or notes, just use it as a general guide!
I took classes in secondary school, so I remember something and that’s enough for me. If you don’t use language daily or fresh it up regularly, your abilities naturally decline. You can’t recall vocabulary, you have to search for every word, reactions slow down. Active knowledge of the language is disappearing. And, if you’re so sure about your knowledge gained in the past, try a little test:
Tell your friend or yourself what you did last summer
Try to imagine you’re in an interview and try to explain what you’re good at
Try to tell something really nice (in more sentences) to your partner in your target language
Welcome to our first @jonsameta roundtable! This is a feature we hope to run for the next seven weeks. Here we will discuss an issue of concern from each episode. This week, @winterfellchild@jen-snow and @scullylikesscience weigh in on the question on everyone’s minds: are Jon and Sansa going to fight or fuck? Or, you know, build a healthy and lasting relationship…
another picspam review. I mean, with this episode, how could I not?
I was broken for a full two days, so of course it warrants me
my face into the keyboard… which is pretty
much what this entire post is. Face smashes and screencaps. (And boy
howdy, do I mean screencaps. There’s a LOT. *rolls around in all of the caps*)
actually did not have all that much time to get online yesterday, so
this time around I don’t believe I’ll be unintentionally quoting
any of you guys. \o/
I will share this… I get my legal digital copies from Google Play
(I have Android everything, including
a fucking television that’s running Android… of
course I use Google Play and
fuck a whole lot iTunes).
Someone at Google knows
exactly what they’re doing because THIS
is the picture they decided to use as
the thumbnail of this episode. And
I am DYING because this exact
moment is when Cas says, “get out” and Sam is just staring like, “omg
mental note do not
fuck with Cas right now.”
that’s perfect. YOCKEY: I
am Cas. Get the fuck out, you broke me. I
am also Sam. I cannot believe you just did that jesus fuck.
(Side note: that picture is taken with my Android phone of my Android TV.)
of Obligatory Dean Wall Slams: TWOOOOO!!! Yockey, you speak to my
hey guys I sure do bet you care about my opinions on this season since I’ve not been on tumblr for over six months! but I’ve been vague-anoning on itsalwayssunny’s tumblr, and I haven’t seen anyone considering the things I’m talking about. so I feel like yelling random thoughts at the tag and then disappearing into nothingness, while everyone’s too busy being happy about mac to care anyway.
SO first of all, some quick ‘hero or hate crime?’ meta:
there’s so many little things that made the impact of that ‘coming out’ scene so strong. aside from the obvious, like how it was his choice and how rob played that beautiful moment and everything that’s been giffed and covered up to now but also -
I love how mac has so clearly been doing his research, even though the etymology he quotes of the ‘f’ slur is a myth (but he probably googled it or something). he’s saying thoughts and arguments that anti-bigotry groups say (’why is the idea of sucking cock offensive?’). he’s quoting an urban legend that’s most famous from a chuck palahniuk story (a gay author who writes a lot about masculinity). I feel like he spent the last year ‘back in’ the closet marinating over it privately, and then -
I mean, they say he came out over $14. but actually he didn’t come out over anything. the ticket wasn’t scratched off yet. the ticket could have been absolutely worthless, but three different characters talk about how it represents something else. it’s a blank page, the potential for new possibilities and a new life. mac came out because he’s clearly thinking about it, and maybe his life would be just a little better for it. and a lot of the prize is swallowed up by the arbiters and the petty in-fighting and refusal to grow the arbitration represents, but in the end mac has his day, and he comes away richer than he was before, literally and not.
“Good friends are like stars. You don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there.”
“Because of you I laugh a little harder, cry a lot less, and smile a lot more.”
“I may not always be there with you, but i’ll always be there for you.”
“Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.”