but I'm going to attempt to learn it all by Thursday

klarolineforevermine  asked:

a part 2 for your "Klaus and Caroline own a restaurant" AU where Klaus makes Caroline soup because she's sick (or anything really, I love that drabble so much. Well actually anything you write but I'm getting off topic hehe)

Ooh, I like that one too! Thanks, Sara!

Food (And) Fights - Part Two

Klaus is careful to keep his steps quiet, to avoid the creaky spots in the floor. He’s learned the hallway to Caroline’s office well in the last two years and he has a sneaking suspicion that she’s hiding in her office this morning for a reason.

It’s a Thursday, one of their busiest evenings of the week. Their reservation list is full and service starts in a few hours. Klaus hasn’t seen Caroline yet which is something of a first. Her assistant, April, had popped into the kitchen to check on things periodically. Klaus had never thought much of the timid mouse of a girl – she tended to avoid him – but he’d been reluctantly impressed by her stealth. He’d only ever noticed her as she was slipping out the door, if he’d know she was there at all.

It was almost as if she was purposefully avoiding him.

Klaus was fairly certain he knew why.

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Tips for the AP World Exam

I took AP World last year. I had a teacher that taught literally nothing all year. I didn’t study on my own until a few days before and got a 4 on the test. So here’s what I learned last year that helped. 

  • The test is on a Thursday. You are going to walk into school that Monday and realize it’s time to start studying. Trust me when I say that it isn’t enough time. At least try to open a book a week before. 
  • The day before the test, sleep. Relax. I was so stressed, I felt sick. So I took a nap. And I felt so much better. The morning of the test, everyone was freaking out. The people that got the high scores were generally the ones that were relaxed. Don’t make yourself sick. It only hurts. 
  • Cramming is fine. Everyone does it. It’s how you retain the most, honestly. Just make sure you don’t overwhelm yourself. 
  • Make the DBQ your strength! It’s the easiest essay. You don’t have to know anything. Last year, I had no idea what the topic was about. I didn’t have to. The average score is a 1.5 on the DBQ.
  • To write a DBQ- make sure you include a sentence about a document that should be included. Make it your last sentence so you know it’s there. Use most of the documents. Cross them out as you go. Identify point of view for them all. If you need more help with the DBQ, feel free to ask me, I can make a long post about it. If you plan on taking other AP history courses, you need to know how to write them anyway. 
  • Don’t waste your time memorizing all the caliphs of whatever like I did. You don’t need them. There’s a song for all the dynasties of China but it didn’t help me. 
  • Focus on transatlantic trade. Most of the questions felt like they were about it. Remember, world is about how the world is connected. It’s about similarities and differences, changes and continuity. 
  • Focus on patterns-how things stayed the same and changed and the differences between the major revolutions and whatever. Don’t learn very specific facts about places. Stay general. 
  • If you have a help book like the Princeton Review or 5 steps to a five, read them. I had 5 steps to a 5 and that book has most of what you need to do fairly well. Just read it again and again. 
  • Most of the questions were reading a short thing and answering a question about it. Go quick, not everyone got through the test because of those questions. 
  • The hardest part of the exam will be the essays. You will get bored. You will want to stop and quit because it’s so boring. it’s not even hard material wise, but it’s just not fun.
  • Even if you have no clue about the topic of the essay, make sure to attempt to write something. The third essay last year, I just wrote the same two facts in as many ways as I could think of. I tried to figure out as much as possible from the two facts I knew. It doesn’t hurt to try. It hurts to just give up. 
  • Stay calm. Just stay calm. It’s not as hard as everyone makes it seem. No, you can’t learn the whole history of the world before the test. Don’t worry. Just trust yourself to know enough and go in laughing(especially that insane laughing when you’ve lost it, that’s fun to watch, please feel free to do it).
HamilSquad™ - Chapter 1

Tags: College AU, Hamilton Musical, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan/Lafayette

Story Summary: Alexander Hamilton is a freshman in college, and when his roommates Thomas, James, and Burr kick him out within the first month of him living in New York, Alexander needs a new home, and new roommates. Luckily, John Laurens is a dork and hangs flyers around school stating that he and his two other roommates (Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan) are in need of a fourth person to pay rent, and Alexander hits them up. They’re all hilarious and click really quickly, the triplet easily becoming a quartet. Plus, Alexander would get to live with three attractive guys, including one REALLY cute John Laurens. Definitely a welcome bonus.

Words in Chapter 1: 1076

Story Rating: T (Teen and Up) for the reason of curse words, terrible innuendos, and alcohol mentions in much later chapters. All TW listed at start of chapter.

TW for Chapter: Mention (very very briefly) of Hamilton’s mother’s death, food (only coffee and flan are mentioned but I thought better be safe than sorry), and homelessness

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Chapter 1: The Roommate’s Pamphlet

           As of 5:00am this morning, Alexander Hamilton was homeless. Burr always told him that his mouth was going to be the thing to get him in trouble, but he never guessed Burr would actually be right about something for once. He had been dorming with a three guys from the debate team for the first month of his college career when they suddenly decided they’d had enough of him. Ok so, maybe it wasn’t so sudden. Alexander just could never resist his constant urge to roast Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. They’re both assholes, Alexander told himself. They deserved it.

           But, understandably, one could only take so much roasting, and Jefferson and Adams soon reached the end of their ropes. Aaron Burr, never one for confrontation, tried to remain completely impartial to the quarrel going on between the three; the only opinion he voiced being that they were all being extremely immature. His un-alignment shattered, however, when Alexander got fed up about having no one on his side and accused Burr of having no opinions on anything. Alexander could remember exactly what he had said to the stoic man clear as day. “If you stand for nothing Burr, what do you fall for?” Burr immediately chose a side after that and, unsurprisingly, it sure wasn’t Hamilton’s.

           So that’s how Alexander Hamilton, Political Science major and straight A student, ended up on the streets after only a month of living in New York. It’s not like Alexander was super worried. It was summer still; classes hadn’t started yet for people who took the summer semester off. Plenty of freshmen were moving in soon, Alexander just happened to be early. Surely there’s going to be plenty of people in need of roommates. Alexander told himself as he approached Starbucks, in desperate need to put his duffle bag down (with everything he owned in it, he never was a man of many belongings) and a break.

           Alexander ordered himself a Caramel Flan Frappuccino (he deserved a break, sue him) from a cheery barista named Maria and sat down at the booth closest to door. It was situated against a large window, which Alexander ended up people watching out of when he decided it wasn’t worth digging through his duffel bag for his laptop. It was really just an excuse for Alexander “Non-Stop” Hamilton to actually relax for once. The coffee was nice. It reminded Alexander of his life in the Caribbean.

           More specifically, it reminded him of the flan his mother used to make for family dinners before his dad left. The flan his mother used to make for the two of them before they both got sick. The flan Alexander learned to make in the days he had gotten better, the days before she died. The flan Alexander made for his cousin the night before he-

           “JOHN NO GET BACK HERE!” Alexander is shocked out of his revere. A boy comes running down the sidewalk, looking to be about Alexander’s age, all mischief and freckles, his shoulder length brown curly hair bouncing wildly behind him as he runs at a break-neck speed. The boy stops abruptly in front of a lamppost, whipping out a bottle of superglue and a piece of paper from god knows where, and expertly glues the edges perfectly to the post in record time just to take off again. Another boy, more of a man really, comes running up just as boy number one (John, Alexander assumes) disappeared around the street corner.

           The second guy stops at the lamppost just like the first one, but doesn’t seem to have anything to add to it, laughing (why was he laughing?) at the paper as he attempted to take it down. The paper holds fast. As the guy struggled with the paper and shook his head in disbelief, Alexander got a good look at him, much better than the glance he’d gotten of John. This guy was tall, really tall, and really buff. He had his small afro contained in a headband stretched across his forehead, and he was dressed too fashionably to be chasing someone. Clearly he hadn’t planned on it. He had on nice white jean jacket over a navy blue t-shirt (matching his headband) with a pattern of tiny white stars. Not to mention the widely ripped blue jeans, showing off large expanses of his chocolate colored skin. “John I swear to god!” The guy takes off again, still laughing without a care in the world.

           Alexander shook himself out of his staring, closing his mouth all the way, realizing he had been gaping the slightest bit. He decided to take his coffee to go, the air conditioning was making him rather cold anyways, and walked outside to see just what, exactly, was this mysterious John posting around town that had his friend so hysterical.

           When Alexander made it to the post, he leaned in closely to read what seemed to a letter of sorts. This should be good. What Alexander got was even better than good, better than great even. The letter stated:

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           Hey! Are you looking for a roommate? How about 3 obnoxiously loud males who occasionally drink too much and have board game night on Wednesdays and movie night on Thursdays? Don’t like cooking your own meals and enjoy having a 6”2 burly guy constantly doting on you and forcing delicious food down your throat? Don’t mind a French foreign exchange student walking around in his underwear 24/7 because he doesn’t understand American culture? (It’s all a lie he just wants an excuse to not put on pants.) Have enough sanity to listen to a college student rant about how cute turtles are, how amazing Disney is, and how fun football is? Then you’ve come to the right place!

           But in all seriousness though, we have a room open in our four-bedroom apartment and we could use the extra person paying rent. It has a big living room and Frenchy bought a giant flat screen TV with a Netflix we all use and a sweet kitchen. You’ll even get your own bathroom! That has to sound at least a little bit enticing. Right?

           Call us @ (431) 591-3332

Signed,

John Laurens <3 (And Hercules and Lafayette who didn’t agree with the beautiful and extremely elegant choice of words in this flyer but were too lazy to write it themselves so they can deal with it)

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         Perfect, Alexander thought.


[Chapter 2]