University classes are a monster you can’t prepare for until you’re in them. I have been through every up and down with schoolwork possible in the past year, so here are some tips that can hopefully help you avoid those downs:

Choosing and Registering for Your Classes

  • Make sure to thoroughly check both your major requirements and your gen ed requirements. Normally, you’ll have an advisor to help you make sure you’re on track, but Vandy doesn’t assign first-year engineering students one until after registration when school starts, and I didn’t have an advisor for this year’s registration either due to my major change, so I’ve spent hours and hours doing this on my own. There’s often recommended courses and example schedules in the course catalog that tell you what classes you should be taking at this point in time. Pay attention to that and you should be fine. For example, you have to have taken a first-level writing class to qualify for junior standing here. Those are the little things you have to look out for. To keep track of it all, I have a spreadsheet I use for planning my sophomore - senior years that lists all the requirements I need to meet in terms of hours and courses in order to graduate on time. I plug in possible courses and see which requirement they would fulfill and when. You can check it out here to see what I mean, it’s very helpful.
  • Find at least one fun elective to take if at all possible. It gets very tiring when all you have on your schedule are really difficult classes that you don’t enjoy. Try to find at least one class that you’re genuinely interested in to help get you excited for the day. Each of my last semesters, my schedule consisted of a calculus class, a lab science, a comp sci class, and Italian. Italian was the only fun one that I enjoyed going to. It really helps you out. You’re not just in college to get your degree, you’re there to discover what you really want to do, so feel free to explore your catalog and take something completely out of character just because you want to. Bonus if it fills some kind of requirement (Italian filled my Foreign Language Proficiency and one of my International Cultures reqs.).
  • Have multiple versions of your schedule based on which classes you may or may not get into. I don’t know about your school, but at Vanderbilt, class registration is literally like the Hunger Games. You’re assigned an enrollment date based on your year (seniors get to go first, then juniors, etc.) and at 8 am on that day, you refresh the website and either enroll in your classes or get placed on the wait list for it. If you’re a freshman, you’re basically screwed because you go last, and so you could have planned out your perfect schedule only to find they’ve all filled up the day before your enrollment period starts. To avoid having to scramble, have multiple versions of your schedule, with back ups and substitutions for every class. This way, you won’t be surprised when you go to enroll and all but one of your classes are filled, then you have to search for other classes, but at that point, all that’s left are scraps that don’t fit your requirements. Plan plan plan and practice clicking the enroll button on all your classes as fast as you can for when the clock strikes 8.
  • You have freedom over your schedule now; take advantage of that! No more 8-3 Monday through Friday; you can take classes whenever you want. I prefer to have all my classes on MWF in a block of a few hours and only one or no class on TR. Of course, sometimes you’re going to have to take classes at less optimal times, but do try to accommodate yourself and take classes at times you know will be good for you. Lots of people prefer to start early and finish early, while I like to start no earlier than 11, even if I don’t finish until 5. The best part of college is you can do what you want.
  • Don’t take 8 ams. I’m repeating this cause it’s important. I swear, you’ll regret it. In high school, I woke up every morning early as hell to catch my bus at 6:30, but in college, it was nearly impossible for me to get up for my 11 am only three times a week. Don’t ever take an 8 am by choice. And if you have no choice, good luck lol.
  • Don’t be afraid to drop a class. If you’re doing terribly in a class or you absolutely can’t stand it, drop the class. There’s a very little chance that if you’re failing during the first half of the semester, you’ll be able to change your grade dramatically in the second half. Maybe you decided to be an overzealous freshman and signed up for the maximum number of hours possible and now you’re drowning. Drop a class! Sometimes, a course is going to do more harm to you than good, so it’s best to get rid of it than have an F or a W on your transcript.
  • Use RateMyProfessor! I totally forgot about this when I originally posted this and it’s already got almost 1,000 notes but hopefully people see this. RateMyProfessor is so fucking useful. It’s IMPERATIVE that you check this website before you enroll in classes. Someone at Vandy actually made a Chrome extension for our enrollment website that automatically shows a professor’s ranking while you’re looking for classes. Obviously, take it with a grain of salt, and make sure the reviews actually make valid points about the workload and class and isn’t just someone bitter about failing. I took calc with a professor who taught at my high school just cause she taught at my high school even though her reviews said she was insanely difficult and the class was near impossible to pass. Guess what? They were right and I failed as did a big chunk of everyone else in her class. You don’t have to let RMP dictate your schedule, but definitely check it out, and if everyone says the professor is awful, don’t fucking take them. 

Attending Your Classes

  • Establish a connection with your professor early. I recommended introducing yourself on the first day of class just so they know your name and face in another post. It’d be even better to attend an office hour or review session or something. Just make sure they know you. It’ll be easier to communicate when you need something later in the semester if it isn’t their first time seeing you.
  • Actually use this connection with your professors. In my experience, they can be pretty understanding and when you’re in a bad place, they’ll likely help you out. If something is preventing you from doing your best in class, go to them for help (I didn’t go to many office hours but I wish I did! Who better to explain to you something you don’t understand than the person who grades you on it?) or explain to them your situation. I had professors let me take tests late and redo assignments due to my mental health after I explained to them I wasn’t just a terrible student; if it wasn’t for this, I would’ve failed all of their classes. Maybe at the end of the semester they’ll drop one of your wonky grades or bump you up that extra half point you need. Your professors are a resource, and it’s up to you to use it.
  • Take notes however you want. I used my laptop in some, paper in others, and even my iPad and a stylus for calculus. In all of your classes will be a mixture of different techniques and no one cares what you do. Whatever works best for you and helps you get down the most information is what you should do. Also, you don’t have to write down everything. If your professor uses slides and posts them for you to download, you don’t really have to write down anything at all unless they add extra points, so that’s really convenient. 
  • You don’t have to sit in the front. As long as you can see and hear, which you’ll likely be able to due to large projection screens and microphones, it literally doesn’t matter where you sit. In my experience, the professors call on people from every part of the lecture hall, so everyone gets an equal chance at participation. It’s up to yourself to make sure you can pay attention, not your seat.
  • Do your best to attend every single class meeting. It’s inevitable that you’re going to miss class at some point; you will get sick, you won’t have finished an assignment, you’ll need a mental health day, something will happen. Missing class can too easily become a habit if you do it often, so try to never do it. Don’t force yourself to go if you can’t handle it, obviously your health always comes first, but I mean don’t skip cause you want to sleep in or cause you just don’t feel like going. If you do have to miss class and 1) you have a good reason for it (i.e. sickness) and 2) it’s a class small enough that your professor will notice you’re not there, email them and let them know why, just so they’re aware you’re not just skipping to skip.  
  • Try to make friends in your classes. A little study group would be even better. It’ll be really useful to have someone who can help you with a homework question you don’t understand or send you their notes when you miss a class. It can also be great to study with other people, depending on how you study best. I’ve had friends in all my classes so far and it’s been a great help, even if we just complained about the test we just failed then went to get pizza.

Tackling the Coursework

  • Make a REALISTIC study schedule. The key word here is realistic. During winter break I made a study schedule that started with me waking up at 8 am every morning to go work out and ended with me going to sleep promptly at 11 or midnight after spending literally the entire day studying with breaks only for meals. No breaks on weekends, no room to socialize, and I thought this would be perfectly fine for me to follow. Of course, I didn’t last a week because that was fucking ridiculous. You don’t need to schedule every hour of your day; college doesn’t work like that. Just do something simple, an hour for a class or maybe less depending on how hard it is and if you have a test coming up. Trust your instincts. There’s no need to go overboard, and you don’t need to spend six hours a day working, just dedicate a time to studying and stick with that.
  • Explore study techniques until you find one that works for you. Everyone doesn’t study the same, so if you do what everyone else is doing you might not get the results you want. Even if you had a great system in high school, it might not be fitting for college, so check out a bunch of different methods and see how you do with them. Once you find the best way you study, you’ll be unstoppable when exam time comes.
  • Start your assignments early, as soon as you can after they’re assigned. There’s nothing worse than having a bunch of assignments/tests/papers due on the same day and you haven’t finished any of them. Trust me, it is so much less stressful to complete an assignment as soon as you can after it’s been assigned so you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Putting things off has much more severe consequences than it did in high school and you will regret procrastinating. If you have a weekly assignment due every Friday, try to complete them by Wednesday every week. At the very least, start an assignment the day you get it even if you can’t finish it that day. It’s a lot easier to do something after you’ve already begun working on it, and that one thing you do is progress.
  • The name of the college game is prioritization. If college teaches you anything, it’s how to prioritize your duties. You need to create a hierarchy of importance for your classes and types of assignments. For me, calculus assignments were always done first because that was the most difficult class and the one I absolutely needed to pass, and Italian was always done last cause it was my easiest class and I could complete even our biggest assignments in one day. You’re going to have a very large amount of work and sometimes you have to sacrifice finishing a small homework assignment to finish a huge paper or study for an exam. I liked to complete my hardest/longest assignments right when I got back from class to get them over with and leave my easier ones for later. Prioritizing is essential if you want to succeed in university, so learn how to do it immediately! 
  • Remember that uni is really difficult and your grades don’t define you. Something I learned the hard way is that sometimes you can try really really hard, do the best you can, and still fail. That’s just life. Sometimes you have to do something a million times before you get it right, or before you discover that it just isn’t right for you at all. I worked harder than I ever had this past year, and what I got in return was two failed classes, two D’s, academic probation, and a 2.3 GPA. Actually, my current GPA isn’t even a 2.3, it’s a 2.295, which is probably blasphemy to the studyblr community, but this shit happens. It happens to all of us and it sucks. It can be really shitty to feel like your effort wasn’t reflected in your result. What you need to do is adjust your expectations and keep working hard. After you hit your stride, your grades could be great in no time. Or you could discover that math or science or english just isn’t for you. Maybe you’ll discover university as a whole isn’t right for you, and that’s okay! Bad grades, whether you define that as a B or an F, don’t mean you’re a bad student or a bad person. You do what you can, and then let go of what you can’t control. The sooner you grasp this idea, and the sooner you learn to be gentle with yourself, the easier a time you’ll have.

So I feel like I forgot a lot of things but also this is pretty long so I’m going to end the post here. If you have any further questions or topics for a post you’d like to see, my inbox is always open. I don’t know which post is coming next, but I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading and I hope this helped you out!

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basketball player!jungkook

author’s note: this is part of a sports series with my girl @wangpuppo (: and a request from one of my cute anonies that i miss. also, the bit with meeting a cute boy in philosophy happened irl and inspired this so heh enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • meet jeon jungkook, power forward of seoul university and computer science major extraordinaire
  • you would think from the size of his thighs and his arms that he was a hockey player but he assures anyone that it’s really just a hobby for him and that basketball actually has his heart
  • his mom is actually the reason how he got acquainted with the sport bc a little before he was born, she was actually a college player with a semi-pro spot ready for her until she met his dad who was actually the waterboy
  • they shyly flirted with one another until some of her teammates locked them in a supply room closet together bc it was so unbearable for everyone else to deal with their feelings (lol) so by the time they were out of the closet they were together and happily so
  • however, come around their final year in college when things go kinda wrong and she ends up pregnant with baby jeon and of course they’re ecstatic but holy shit they haven’t even graduated yet and they’re gonna have a baby and well…. she didn’t go onto the semi-pro team and jeon’s dad did his best to work hard for them while she finished getting her degree WHILE nursing jungkook for 9 months
  • to say the least mama and papa jeon managed to get through the whole ordeal with degrees
  • by the time they graduated, baby jungkook was born and he became the light of their lives and despite their initial struggles they did their best to provide the family and make it as comfortable as they could for him because dammit they brought him into this world, they wanted to make him live well too
  • the comfort of their lives came the moment papa jeon scored a position as a nutritionist and mama jeon became a physical therapist so that’s how jungkook got acquainted with the world of fitness and finding interest in the way his parents could take care of people
  • however, the moment he fell in love with basketball was when he saw his mom’s basketball tapes. all the glorious videos of her scoring that winning shot and zooming around the court with such swiftness and agility he damn near got whiplash from trying to keep up
  • and from that moment on, he wanted to play too
  • of course, his parents were very ecstatic about that and enrolled him in a community team and he excelled so damn quickly
  • for the next nineteen years of his life, he played basketball and loved every damn second of it and along the way he found an interest in computers too. (let’s just say he read a few books that his high school computer teacher gave him and he was determined to take apart a computer and put it back together - he succeeded) and so that is why he has a full ride to SU with a basketball scholarship as a compsci major
  •  anywho, seeing jungkook on the court is honestly a sight because you would expect him to be stomping around, too slow for the muscle all over his body, but jfc no he is so goddamn quick and agile. he could be on one side of the court and somehow end up right in front of the opposing member to block for his teammate to make that shot
  • he’s a great team player really, not much for the glory and usually to himself, but on a handful of occasions he’ll surprise even his members with a half-court shot
  • he doesn’t care much for the glory of the winning shot, just the feeling that basketball gives him when he’s on the court, gaining callouses from the ball, and running around until he can’t seem to feel his calves and god the happiness on his parents’ face always gets to him
  • so yeah, that’s jungkook as a basketball player - a really sweet and hardworking boy who loves to make his parents happy and to make his teammates happy too
  • remember how i mentioned how he’s a compsci major?
  • well, you’re actually a compsci minor because you find computers really fascinating and cool and unfortunately quite a few others do too so it leaves you two at a disadvantage as first years compared to the upperclassmen so you’re both resorted to taking these random General Education (GE) classes i.e intro to philosophy
  • it’s hard not to notice jungkook that’s for sure, especially when he’s lugging around his sports bag and when he’s cute as all hell in your honest opinion
  • you once told this to your friends and they never let you down about it either. honestly they’d tell you when he’d walk in or try and get you to sit by him but the closest you’ve ever gotten was probably sitting one person away and that was on the final exam day
  • on a few occasions you two would actually inadvertently glance at one another during your discussion (dear god none of your friends let you live, best believe that) but you were always too shy to approach him and he was actually quite shy himself because let’s face it baby boy is a shy nugget who only knows basketball and comp sci and some philosophy (barely tho lol but it’s okay cuz you knew the bare minimum too)
  • anyway, that quarter you didn’t get to know him as you wished and both of you ended up regretting that because damn y’all thought each other was cute. for him it was especially seeing you laugh with your friends and for you it was that little perplexed expression on his face when the professor would mention soundness and the theories about the concepts and dshgjds yeah you really wished you had taken that chance to tell him he was cute on the last day like you initially planned but was too chicken to do
  • but guess what?
  • the next quarter you see him in your intro to computers class and somehow you two end up seated by one another and although there’s no seating chart, it just becomes a thing that this is that person’s seat the moment they sit there more than twice and so you both are seated not too far from one another
  • your hair is a slight mess and your eyes are puffy while you sip your coffee and he looks fairly content albeit sleepy with his hood drawn up and you both don’t even realize it’s each other until hour two of the lab goes by
  • you’re both starting to wake up and looking around at each other cuz people are shuffling around and some are moving closer toward one another and then it strikes you that the kid with slightly ruffled hair is very familiar and then it hits you and you’re just like “wow ok holy shit cute person from that philosophy class!!!!”
  • but this isn’t enough to get you two to start talking to each other
  • that self-established seating chart has already set in notion and so there’s no honest chance in getting to know him from that and so you kinda give up because you’re very sure he probably doesn’t remember you and dammit your TA is standing over your shoulder staring at your codes with narrowed eyes (rip you but he was just playin’ cuz he liked what you had)
  • this whole exchange isn’t to say you both never talk because on this chance encounter of finding out why he lugs that damn nike bag around all the time comes full circle
  • so you do work at the infirmary, usually filing papers and the like since it’s sort of the track for your major and on a particular day comes in jungkook!
  • he looks like he’s in a lot of pain clutching his shoulder and the nurse gets him to do the necessary papers and shovels him off to the doctor who tells him that he has a pretty bad fracture and he won’t be able to play for the rest of the season (at least that’s what they think)
  • reason: some asshole from one of the other teams hit him a little too hard after one too many unnecessary roughness calls and on this blow jungkook fell a little too hard and too awkward for it to just be another minor bruise and yeah :(
  • he’s pretty devastated about this and he has to go through a bunch of testing and whatnot and as an assistant you usually run around making copies until you have to hand off some paperwork for him to fill out
  • prior to this, you noticed how most of his appointments took up his time during the labs and the lectures so you nicely set a copy of your notes with his, adding in things you figured he might need to know from the lecture since he was unable to attend and the moment he receives the large stack his eyes grow wide
  • and you’re like “oh so i remember you from my comp sci class and i figured you might these notes… -oh and those are just basic info that the doctor wanted you to sign off on and the like”
  • he blinks at you, still pretty surprised at your kindness (and totally not freaking out that such a cute person is chatting from him aka the same one he’s wanted to talk to for a while) but he flashes you a small smile (and omg you love it so much) and thanks you
  • coincidentally most of your volunteer shifts are during his appointments and whatnot so you talk every now and then, usually about the notes and eventually about your majors
  • the doctors and the nurses think it’s absolutely adorable so sometimes they let you two chat a little longer than usual just for young love to bloom <3
  • this exchange goes on from some time until he finds the guts to ask for your number when you hand him the large stack of notes in this rushed blurting of words i.e. “soumiwaswonderingificould-maybe-getyournumber??”
  • you: “wait what”
  • he looks down, cheeks quite pink, “can i -um- get your number? since y’know we have comp sci together so it’d be easier to like study for exams and talk about it and stuff…. yeah….”
  • you grin and nod, scribbling it onto one of the notes and the two of you can’t deny the butterflies and erratically beating hearts y’all have going on
  • you both see each other during his check-ups but he’s healing quite quickly thanks to having such strong bones so he may not be out for the rest of the season like they thought thankfully and so when he’s fine and his check-ups are less and less
  • so along the way, you two end up talking day by day even sitting by one another in your comp lecture because you’re semi-friends now and it’s just nice to have someone you know in that class since none of your other friends were interested in comp sci like you so nowadays you’ll text one another about the class and how your days are and those little butterflies emerge whenever you wait for his text or receive a response and you’re just like “dsjghsdjgshdgs”
  • little do you know he’s honestly the same exact way and his roommates jimin and taehyung are always like “???? WHO DAT? :D” and jungkook’s like “lol gtfo bye”
  • anyway, one day you text him about the upcoming final bc you’ll be damned if you miss out on your chance to actually ask his kid out and studying together and he agrees but it’d have to be after his practice and you ask him about his shoulder and if he’ll be good to play at championships
  • and he’s like “oh yah!”
  • and you’re like “o: woah, can i come watch? i haven’t gone to a game and i wanna see you play. prolly treat ya out if you win”
  • and ok, at first he’s a lil’ shy but he says “ok sure, just say you’re with me at the door” and you do and jin (the RA)’s at the entrance like “O: WHAT MY FLOOR CHILD HAS A GIRLFRIEND, THAT PUNK KSJHFJS” but before he can say anything else one of jungkook’s buds urges you to sit by the front and you do until you see jungkook and he looks so nervous, glancing around until his eyes settle on you and he just flashes you a grin and wave which you return as well
  • the game is going by swimmingly and you can’t help but watch jungkook especially because even though he’s the power forward he’s also very conscious of his shoulder which you were extremely worried about until you feel like you can finally breathe when your school wins and you stand with the crowd cheering like crazy
  • out of everyone tho he actually approaches you first with a grin and you’re congratulating him and he feels so elated he really just wants to take you up in his arms and kiss you tbh but he has self control and mercy bc he’s sweating like crazy
  • ngl tho he looks crazy attractive in your opinion
  • anywayy, as you two are talking since you did tell him that you’d buy him food on his win, the rest of the team’s like “yooo kook! party at jackson’s!!!! you in??”
  • and although you’re disappointed you tell him you won’t mind if he goes but he turns to you and says with a grin “nah i got plans already” and jsdkghsjgh the team goes “oOOOOoooooOoooo” but y’all ignore them and he goes “i’ll be back ok? gonna get cleaned up and we can get food?”
  • so you’re content to wait by the locker room for him, grinning af bc holy shit the cute boy you really wanted to get to know last quarter is going to dinner with you!!!!!
  • meanwhile jungkook’s so nervous and stuff cuz he plans on confessing and stuff since it just seems right and his teammates clap him on the back like “yo you got this bro!!!!!!! goood luck tho jin definitely sent him some salty messages and warnings to be safe ahahaha
  • and ok so y’all go to dinner at this nice ramen shop and it’s really great! and you two are laughing your asses off about how this one time oneo f his roomates taehyung got stuck in between the washing machines because he was so certain he could fit and how they had to call the fire department to get the boy loose and yeah ahaha
  • and he’s just in awe with how damn beautiful you look when your laughing and he just blurts out “you have a really nice laugh” when you ask him why he’s staring and you’re like “o: oh thank you…. you do too”
  • and he says “i wanna hear you laugh more and be the reason why you do….” he lets out a deep sigh, appearing a lot more nervous than before, “i like you a lot. i think you’re incredibly cute and i love that you love compsci as much as i do and talking to you these past few weeks have made me happy and god i really wanted to kiss you after the game but i didn’t want to scare you and i feel like this is a lot less eloquent than in my head so i’m sorry”
  • and you’re just in awe because damn you really planned on confessing first but you can’t deny the smile spreading on your face and you tell him “kook, i like you too. and i’d really like it if you kissed me, by the way”
  • and he’s all wide eyed but he grins and after y’all eat and you’re strolling around the city with his arm draped over your shoulders, you guys stop at the top where it overlooks the city lights and on a particular moment when you both are still and quiet and glancing at one another you lean in and do it
  • and it leads to a shocked expression on his face but he lets go of your shoulders and puts his hands on either side of your face and kisses you again
  • and ahh it’s just so damn sweet and neither of you can stop grinning because damn it really worked out as you both hoped
  • dating jungkook entails a lot of visits to his practices after you’re done with volunteering where you’ll come by with ice packs and water and snacks and usually you’ll bring enough snacks for the others who absolutely adore you for that
  • you also have a tendency to fuss over him whenever he overexerts himself because he’s a very big overachiever in sports and academics and sometimes you gotta threaten to withdraw your kisses and affections just to get him to settle down honestly
  • his roommates were so happy to hear how things turned out for you two and they go out of their way to tease him whenever you’re around and dear god Jin
  • well when he found out you two got together, he saw y’all holding hands and he literally sat you both in the lounge, brought out some snacks and just chatted with you
  • to jungkook, this was horrendous but you loved chatting with jin because he’d lay out a bunch of things about kook like how he isn’t the cleanliest and you shouldn’t be surprised to find anything and everything under his bed and how there was one time when jungkook spent an hour googling how to work the washer and dryer were right by the bulletin board in the room and that’s when kook lost it and dragged you away
  • it was then decided that jin approved of you tho
  • bc after the season when everyone is still training after, jungkook’s shoulder was bothering him and he refused to admit that he might’ve overexerted it and you stormed over to the dorm and scolded him for not taking proper care of himself before running around just to grab some ice packs and just a mini kit of dealing with this brat and jin just knew that you’d take care of this kid so he leaves y’all be and even closes the door to the dorm tho you pay no attention as kook starts opening up to you
  • even on days when he feels his worst like he feels like everyone depends on him and he’s not sure if his abilities are good enough since his shoulder’s constantly bothering him and all you think to do is give him words of advice and kissing him to let him know that he isn’t alone
  • because although you count on him, you want to be there to support him and well…. jimin and taehyung aren’t in the room and with the ice pack on his shoulder, you climb atop the bed, sitting on his lap and kissing him with more and more fervor that he reciprocates
  • you convince him to let you take care of him and you do indeed~
  • the one day he actually loses a game (bc hey no ones perfect) and you’re there doing your best to comfort him he just tells you how much he loves you and is grateful for you being there
  • and holy shit this is the first he’s told you this, you tell him you love him too and god he looks significantly happier
  • on days when you’re at your worst, he tries his best to get your mind of it, taking you on walks to your favorite places and carrying you when you’re too tired
  • other days he’ll even forgo practice, finding the frog leaps on the stairs worth it, when he can pick you up after your volunteer shift just to surprise you with snacks and a semi-well made bento box and boba and it’s just so damn sweet ok
  • you and jungkook manage to complement one another in the best way possible and when you’re both overexerting yourselves you’re there for one another to tell each other to chill
  • to say the least, both of y’all have never been more grateful for a philosophy class even if you both suffered incessantly in that damn class

Hi guys! I’m Hannah, a new studyblr. I’ve been wanting to make one but I never did, until I decided to just set up the blog because I was inspired by a bunch of studyblrs like @studypetals, @thearialligraphyproject, @smoinerd, @etudestial, and @vestiblr. This is actually a side blog and I may be following you already. My main is a kpop blog and I’m trying to stop myself from scrolling through pictures of Korean men and actually study (lol). If you’re wondering, arasseo roughly means ‘I understand’ in Korean so my url basically means I don’t understand, which is me all the time in class. Kidding aside, I’m a junior in high school and I’m taking 4 AP classes: physics, lang & comp, statistics, and US history. I’m also taking honors Spanish and PreCalc. I’m interested in the medical field and maybe becoming a pharmacist in the future.

Anyway, I printed a blank April calendar from Pinterest so I could plan out how I’m going to study for the AP tests in May. I also bought new markers and a blank notebook that I’m going to use as my bullet journal. My new Kate Spade case came yesterday in the mail and I love it so much. Have a good day everyone!

Jeon Jungkook // Cold Turkey

Author’s Note: Lowkey inspired by my prom date. If you’re curious, hmu about it or send me an ask!

Summary: Your best friend, Jungkook, cuts you off–cold turkey.

Originally posted by sugutie

The thing about Jungkook is that he knows that he’s beautiful, and he knows that he is perfect. He knows that he is good at a lot of things. He knows that he’s rather smart. He knows that countless girls marvel at his existence. That is why he picked you to be his friend–you never spared him the time of day. He liked that you didn’t bat an eye at him. That’s his favorite thing about you, actually. You don’t bother him like everyone else does. That’s why you’re both so close.

To ignite that friendship, he sat next to you during a lecture one day. You had your notebook prepared with a series of pen colors to categorize every note. You’d just gotten new glasses so your vision of the board was exceptional. Then, Jungkook put a small box on your notebook. After staring at the box of powdered doughnut holes for more than enough time, you looked over at the brown-haired boy; a confused mask consuming your face. He was wearing a vibrant red sweatshirt and black joggers.

A smile spread over his smooth face as he said, “Doughnut hole?”

And the rest is history.

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sweetobjecttriumph  asked:

College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team. Or established Olicity watching baseball and Felicity is feeling frisky and distracting Oliver from the game.

(Went with the first idea–thanks!)

Only an ungrateful douchebag would throw his equipment around.  But after that meeting with his coach, Oliver Queen was ready to start throwing bats.

Why did it matter if he was flunking his computer science class?  He didn’t even know why he had registered for it in the first place.  He was a ballplayer and wouldn’t ever need computers to do his job.  Because when he got to the majors, there would be interns to do all the computery stuff for him.  

But if he didn’t pass his class with at least a C, he would be benched.  And with the draft coming up soon, he needed all the playing time he could get.  

So … he would meet this tutor that the coach had set up for him, and he’d find some way to get the damn C, and then he was gonna get drafted and go pro and be done with college.  A year was more than enough.

His hair still wet from his post-practice shower, wearing jeans and one of his jerseys, Oliver walked into the library with his backpack.  His tutor was going to meet him here–some nerd named Felicity.  Man, it was like she was destined to be a nerd with a name like that.  

“Oliver Queen?”

The voice was soft and feminine, making Oliver’s mouth quirk up.  Maybe he had gotten lucky?

“That’s what the name on my jersey says,” he began, turning to face his tutor.  Only he had to immediately look lower by about six inches, since Felicity barely came up to his shoulder.  And his hopes were quickly dashed when he took her in.  A sweater vest?  Glasses?  Couldn’t Coach have gotten him a girl who was actually pretty?  Although maybe he was worried about Oliver being distracted–or seducing his tutor.  

Well, no danger of that here.  On either score.  

She held her hand out to him.  “Felicity Smoak, your comp sci tutor.  Do you have a computer with you?”

“No …” he said slowly.

“How did you expect to work on assignments for a computer science class without a computer?” Felicity asked, a disapproving note in her voice.  

He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.  “Great.  I guess we’re going to the computer lab.  Follow me–I’m sure with all the work you’ve done taking care of your bat, you’ve never even been inside the library.”

Was she … ?  Oliver shook his head and stared after the sarcastic little blonde.  He hadn’t expected her to come out with an innuendo like that–especially not one that doubled as an insult.  With his long legs, he easily caught up with her.  

“So what’s your deal?”

She eyed him without really looking at him.  “My deal?  I have to tutor guys like you in order to afford eating and having a roof over my head.  When it’s someone who’s really struggling, I actually enjoy tutoring.  Getting to help someone improve, seeing them get more confident about the material.  But someone who just doesn’t care?  Excuse me for not thinking that’s cool.”

“It’s not like that …” he said, not even sure why he was protesting.  

“So what is it like?”

Oliver looked down at the tiny annoying thing, how her hands were on her hips and her chin was jutting out.  This Felicity wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before.

“I want to go pro.  So I need to play.  And to play, I need to pass this comp sci class.  So … give me a hand and help me pass the damn class, and then I’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to deal with me again,” Oliver said.

Her lips pouted a little, her face thoughtful.  Oliver had a fleeting through that her lips looked very kissable, but he shook it off as he waited for her answer.  

“Okay, I guess,” she said grudgingly.  “But next time, you need to bring a computer, okay?  I mean, would you show up to a game without your glove?  It’s the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” he admitted.  “Okay, I’ll bring it.  But for now, can we get started?  I’m really behind.”  

Something about him saying he needed her help made her face soften.  “Yeah, all right.  Let’s get to the lab so I can see how to help.”

Nodding, Oliver followed her the rest of the way, adjusting his backpack.


When he left the lecture hall on the day of the final, Oliver looked around the quad, searching for the only person he wanted to see right now.  

A slow smile grew when he spotted Felicity, tapping away at a tablet and squinting.  With how smart she was, she had finished their comp sci final well before him, but he had known she would wait for him.  The sunshine fell over her, bringing out her hair and making her the brightest thing he had ever seen.  

Over the course of the semester, Oliver had gotten to see beyond her tart tongue and feisty attitude, to the brilliant, tender, caring girl underneath.  The girl who had gotten hurt and had developed a mask to protect herself.  

The girl who had totally changed his own attitude and approach.  The girl who had opened his eyes to so many things.  The girl he had fallen for.  

“Felicity!” he called out, hurrying towards her.

She looked up and a huge smile appeared on her face.  “Oliver!” she said, waving to him.  “How did it go?” she asked as he approached.  

Instead of answering her, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in an all-encompassing, swing-in-a-circle hug, just like in a movie.

“Pass or fail, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly into her ear.  “Because meeting you is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Oliver,” she said, pushing at him.  He stopped moving and loosened his grip enough for her to be able to look at him.  “I know you passed, with how hard you worked.  And now, you’ll be able to play and make a good impression on the scouts and get drafted number one.”  

Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not going to be the number one pick.”  

Slowly, she licked her lips.  “You are to me.”

“Felicity,” he breathed out, just before he kissed her.  

It turned out that Felicity was right on both counts.  He did pass and he did get drafted number one.  He missed what would have been his third major league game in order to see Felicity graduate.  And then, six years later, he missed his nine hundredth game in order to graduate himself.

And cheering as loud as she did whenever she watched him play was Felicity.  His wife.


Strength and Guidance

Part One of One Dance (A Check Please Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head) Also on AO3

Read Polyfarms companion fic here

For @ransomwee Prompt: Celebration.

Justin is a junior in high school. He knows exactly three things about his soulmate. One, she’s around his age. Two, she’s definitely American. Three, she has a thing for musical theater. 

Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can’t help it baby.

Justin, or Ranser as his hockey team knew him, sighs. He’s knee-deep in a practice SAT test. He knows his soulmate is American, so that’s where he’s planning to go for university. Even if they don’t end up at the same school, it’ll be exponentially easier to find her if they don’t have an international border between them. 

So be kind. And don’t lose your mind. Just remember. That I’m your baby.

Allow me to kiss your hand, be your man,” Ranser interrupts. “You know, I’ll understand…You see where I’m from, WC, I’m from Nigeria,” he murmurs. “Omo, you know say na criteria.” 

Justin doesn’t know what skipping ahead in a song does to the music inside his soulmate’s mind. But he’s not one for singing,really. He finds the songs that suit his message and sticks lyric-less songs otherwise. Many reactionary music genres nowadays were mainly instrumental to resist the idea of finding soulmates through consumerism. It’s not that he didn’t care about his soulmate. But it’s one less thing to worry about if he has separate music for communicating with her and for enjoying for himself. Afrobeat has been particularly effective in balancing out her more…exuberant tunes. 

He can’t fault her for her love of Lady Gaga, but priorities take precedent over fun time. As if she understands his protests, the music dies down. Justin takes a deep breath, resuming his test. He can only hope she doesn’t do this during the real exam time. Although most administrators were understanding, it was a three strikes policy for singing during an exam. 

If there’s one thing Justin’s learned about his soulmate, it’s that she sung everything she felt. 


“What if I got a double major in music and economics?” Adam, or Birker, asks his teammate, Hobbs, one movie night his last year in Juniors. 

Hobbs eyes him incredulously. “Why?” 

Adam shrugs, “my soulmate listens to a lot of cool music.”

“So? Fucking congrats,” he snarks. 

“No man, it’s like,” Adam gestures with two hands at the space in front of the coffee table. “Most of the stuff they like isn’t pop and doesn’t even have lyrics. Which fucking sucked when we were younger, right?”

“Sure,” he concedes. 

“I learned how to play the piano and some other instruments so I could figure out what songs they were — and now I have all this musical knowledge that I won’t be able to use ever again.”

“Because…” Hobbs prompts. 

“Because when I find them, what the fuck do I need to know this shit for anymore? If they like something, they can just show it to me.” 

Hobbs rolls his eyes, “be a music major. Become a fucking teacher why don’t you?”

“You think I could handle that?” Adam inquires seriously. 

“I think your other option is to get famous writing music, and fat chance of that ever happening,” Hobbs chirps.

“Thanks, you’re helpful,” Birker rolls his eyes dramatically. 

“I don’t get why you’re going to college anyway,” Hobbs jabs him in the ribs. 

“I’m not doing the draft, bro,” Adam reminds him curtly. 

“Oh c’mon,” Hobbs eggs him on, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I miss my chance to meet my soulmate in college, I spend four years in fucking Syracuse before I get called up. I retire at 32 if I’m lucky with no degree or skills.”

“Except music,” Hobbs chirps. 

“Except music,” Adam parrots. 

Brownie comes back with a bowl full of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. “What’d I miss?”

“Birker’s whinning about his soulmate again,”  Hobbs replies.

“What else is new,” Calvin shouts from the kitchen. 

“Can we start the fucking show already?” Adam shouts back.

“Yeah,” Calvin comes running in, hopping onto the first body he sees (Adam).

Adam frowns when Calvin won’t get off his lap. “I really hate you sometimes.”

“Taking your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot,” the four boys chorus. 

“Man, I hope for your sake she’s funny,” Brownie tells Birker. 

Adam laughs hollowly. He’s very convinced that his soulmate’s a dude. Which is fine, Adam’s as bi as the day is long. The way Calvin looks back at him pointedly, reinforces his suspicions that he’s not the only queer guy on the team.

Which is exactly why he’s going to Samwell. It was one of the queerest schools in the country. He had no assurance that his soulmate will find him there. But at the very least, he can have four years away from the quite chaos of hockey. The NHL was still ignoring the fact that a good third (or more) of their players weren’t straight. The press was constantly writing soulmates off as “platonic”, and Adam was not about to put up with that any time soon. He wanted to go to school, do something he loves, and fall in love. Why was that too much to ask for?

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Berserk Fandom

guys, I need your help with something

I’m doing an essay in my Comp class and I chose to argue that people shouldn’t say “Griffith did nothing wrong”

I’d like to get a little survey done, so could you reply to this post saying “Griffith did everything wrong”, “Griffith did some things wrong”, or “Griffith did everything wrong”?

I won’t judge any answers and you don’t have to explain your viewpoint, just please help me out with this?

tl;dr: I need feedback to see how split the fandom is over Griffith and his actions for an essay

(please help, I’m begging you)

blueberries & bad boys;

member- taehyung

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,652

summary- he was bad, but he was also good. badboy!au

a/n- i didn’t have time to proofread, so i’m sorry! but taehyung’s “wings” short film inspired me for this, so i hope you enjoy! (also, come scream to me about wings!!!) 

Originally posted by yoongukie

He was practically a national treasure.

Girls ‘ooh'ed and ‘ahh'ed as he walked around campus, notoriously wearing a red leather jacket with a cherry red sucker hanging from his lips- which happened to be permanently stuck in a smirk. Red was kind of his thing.

Honestly, Kim Taehyung may have been the most gorgeous human being you had ever had the joy in seeing. You couldn’t believe that he was a real human being and not an angel sent down from heaven to grace you with his good looks. Though, you weren’t the only person who thought that, which kind of made having a major crush on him absolutely fucking terrible.

You sighed and drew your eyes away from his figure and down at your notepad. You were trying your best to create a poem good enough to turn into your professor, but everything has came out too bland or trite. Frustration was beginning to creep into your finger tips as you scribbled on the paper, accidentally breaking the lead from the pencil.

“Harsh,” a deep, gravelly voice said from your right. You snapped your head up and over to see the mystery man, and you were immediately shocked to see him standing only a few feet from you.

“Well, you know…never liked pencils much.” Wow, how smooth Y/N, you thought.

He smiled and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, taking a seat beside you on the metal bench. “They are pretty dispicable.” He removed his lollipop from his mouth. “I’m Taehyung.”

You snorted. “As if I don’t know who you are,” you replied, then instantly regretted it. You were not playing it cool.

He cocked his head to the side. “Oh?”

You looked down at your sneakers, scraping the toe against the dirt. “Uhm, well, it’s just that you’re, uh…pretty popular and stuff. Everybody knows who you are.”

“I just care that you know my name…” He paused and placed a big, warm hand on your knee, which made you jolt slightly. “…Y/N.”

He winked and stood up, turning around and sauntering back the way he came. Your heart pounded hard in your chest, making it hard for your lungs to focus on breathing. Your whole body tingled with excitement and anxiety. What made him come over to you, of all people? You weren’t even one of the popular, pretty girls on campus who go to parties and flirt with boys. You were the girl who wore her Converse almost every day and spent her nights watching cartoons, which directly translated to Not Cool Enough for Kim Taehyung.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be.

But miraculously, from that day on, Taehyung began to talk to you at least once a day. At first, it was always something simple, like if you had any exams coming up or if you had a good morning. Things only began to evolve into something more intimate when one day Taehyung showed up in the hallway after of your Comp class with a small, plastic package in his hands.

“These are for you,” he said and placed the gift into your hands.  You looked up at him, confused.

“You bought me something?” you questioned. You two had barely spoken for more than five minutes at a time, and he was buying you presents?

He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, kind of. Just look.”

You pull the lid off the box, and are greeted with a sweet smell almost immediately. “Blueberries?”

A pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Yeah, you said they were your favorite fruit and my grandma runs a small blueberry farm outside of town…so I went and got some for you.”

You smiled. “You know, guys normally bring the girl flowers, not fruit,” you teased as you shyly locked eyes with him.

He chuckled and grabbed onto your hand, pulling you along with him. “Who said I was normal?”

It became a tradition for you two. Every Thursday, Taehyung would bring you a box of the best blueberries his grandmother produced and you’d happily accept them. Most days, you two would share them while sitting beneath a large oak tree in the campus green, telling each other stories or playing 20 questions.

But today was different.

You had been in the middle of sharing a story about your childhood dog, playing with Taehyung’s ring-clad fingers simultaneously, when they approached. “They” happened to be the worst frat boys on campus.

“Look at Taehyung finally settling down,” a blonde one said with a mocking smirk on his face. You instinctively gripped Taehyung’s fingers tighter as the group got closer to the two of you. He gave you a reassuring squeeze back.

“Get lost,” he told them simply, not paying attention to their childish behavior and tossing a blueberry into his mouth. He pretended to ignore them as he pulled you closer to his side and urged you to continue talking.

“Oh give me a break. Quit acting like you’re a nice guy,” one said with a disgusted look on his face. Taehyung tensed up slightly at that comment, but he quickly relaxed. You knew he was good, and few douche’s opinions weren’t going to change your mind.

One stepped closer, which made Taehyung move slightly in front of you. The guy noticed, but didn’t comment. Instead, he smirked. “Is that what he brings you everyday? Blueberries? How fucking cheesy.” The dude chuckled darkly and looked at you with fake pity. “Newflash, sweetie. He only does all this to get in your pants.”

It was this that made Taehyung rise to his feet and confront the three. “Look, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but leave me and Y/N alone. You’re being extremely immature right now, and I have no tolerance for dicks like you. So either go on your own, or I’ll make you leave.” You had never heard him be so serious before, so intimidating.

The guy didn’t budge. “What are you gonna fucking do about it, huh? Please, live up to your bad boy persona so your little bitch can see how much of an ass you actually are.”

It wasn’t a second later that the same guy was lying on the ground, holding his jaw. Taehyung unclenched his fist, his own sinister smile taking over his features. “If you ever come near us- or her- again, you won’t just get a brusied jaw. Now, I suggest you leave before things get a little out of hand,” he said firmly, with an air of cockiness in his voice. It sent a chill down your spine. You made a mental note to never get on his bad side.

The trio scrambled off, grumbling about how they would’ve totally won the fight if it went any further. You rose to your feet and approached Taehyung, grabbing his hand to examine it. “Your knuckle is bleeding,” you said softly.

Taehyung shrugged. “It’s okay.”

You shook your head. “I need to clean it up for you,” you insisted and began to drag him towards the direction of your apartment.

He rolled his eyes, but let you drag him. “It’s really okay, Y/N. I’m a big boy.”

You shook your head. “I understand. But, you protected me. So, it’s my turn to help you.”

“I don’t expect you to repay me for things like that. I don’t expect you to repay me for anything at all,” he assured you, but it fell on deaf ears. You were going to help him whether he liked it or not.

Your apartment was luckily not far from your university- only a few blocks, to be exact. After dragging Taehyung up the steps to your floor, you unlock your door and usher him inside. “Go sit on the couch and wait for me.”

He grumbled, but followed your instructions and took a seat. You scrambled around to find your first aid kit, quickly returning to Taehyung’s side. You didn’t want to give him too much time to snoop around your house. Not that you had anything to hide, but still.

“Give me your hand,” you ordered as you took a seat on the coffee table in front of Taehyung. He obeys.

“This is unnecessary, Y/N. I’ve had tons of injuries without cleaing them and such,” he told you, which made you gasp.

“Don’t tell me these things! Do you know how many infections you could’ve had?” you exclaimed while dabbing his bloody knuckle with a alcohol-soaked Q-tip. He laughed at your excessive worry.

“Y/N, I’m fine. Why do you care so much?” he asked honestly, which made you freeze.

You subconciously began to stroke his hand, trying to calm yourself down. “Well, because…I, uh, care for you?” you answered, though it ended up sounding like a question.

“You do?” You nodded and hastily placed a small, circular bandaid that covered the cut. Taehyung noticed your nervousness and smiled. In an instant, he pulled you from the coffee table and onto his lap. You gasped. The feeling of being pressed against him was something you had never experienced, but now wished that you had every single day of your life.

“I care about you, too,” he whispered, leaning his face up to yours. Your eyelashes touched, as did the very tips of your nose. And suddenly, you were kissing.

He tasted like cherries, which you had expected. But you hadn’t expected the butterflies that tingled in your stomach as his hands rubbed up and down your back or the fireworks exploding behind your closed eyes as you realized Oh my god, I’m kissing Kim Taehyung.

You don’t remember when it happened, but it had. You had fallen for the bad boy with the scuffed up knees and big smile, who also tended to have a love for the color red. But that wasn’t the only thing he loved.

He loved you, too.

i must obey the rules i must be tame & cool

Kent let out a loud groan, raking his hands through his hair. “Fuck!” He was sitting cross legged on the hotel bed, laptop in front of him.

“What?” Jeff looked up from his issue of the Journal of Early Childhood Research. “Problem?”

“I just –” Kent shoved at his laptop. “I got a C on this rough draft, fuck. There’s like, eighteen pages of corrections in here, I swear to God.”

“Oh,” Jeff said. School stuff? He was good at school stuff. It had been some years since he had to write anything for a class, but – well, he’d been good at papers. And Kent looked so frustrated. “You want me to look at it?”

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hello, everyone! my name is Kayla and I’ve been following the studyblr movement for a little over a year now. as I’m starting high school this year, I’ve decided to join in on the movement. here’s a little post to introduce myself.

T H E  G O A L:

the ultimate goal is to help with organization, procrastination and time management.

A  F E W  F A C T S:

1. I’m currently 14 years old

2. I’m enrolled into an engineering medicine and environmental studies high school.

3. my classes are lit./comp., coordinate algebra/analytical geometry, basic agriculture science/technology, photography I, and world geography/american government/civics.

4. during the second semester, I’m going to Fernbank to participate in the scientific tools & techniques program.

5. I’m a ravenclaw, capricorn, and an intj (MBTI).

6. English is my first language but I’m interested in learning French.

7. my favorite drinks are chai and green & black tea.

8. as for hobbies, I love discovering new music, writing, watching grey’s anatomy, and planning.

T H E  F U T U R E:

the dream at the moment is to move to the west coast (USA) and become a cognitive neuropsychologist.

W H A T  I  P O S T:

mainly I’ll be posting study inspo, masterposts, playlists, infographics (all original content)

S T U D Y B L R  I N S P O:

@rhubarbstudies @sootudying @emmastudies 

@elkstudies @stvdybuddies @studyign

@focusign @studyquill @studylustre

thank you for taking the time to read this rather lengthy post! message me if you want, I would love to make new friends. school starts for me tomorrow so look forward to some new content :)


If you dare to read this story, you become part of the Experiment. I know that sounds a little mysterious- but it’s all I can say right now.
- Max

Happy National Book Lovers Day!

7th grade, middle school. The 2011-2012 school year was a life changer for me in many ways. One of them being in my English Lit/Comp class we were required to do a thing called silent reading: read a book for the first 10 minutes of class and record it on a reading log. At that point, I was at the prime of my hard core otaku stage and all I would read is manga. There were times before that I would attempt to read an actual book but I would never finish. With the encouragement of my teacher (who I owe so much for many things), she allowed me to take the time to browse through her classroom library for a book that would spark my interest.

Eventually I stumbled upon a small trade paperback novel titled Maximum Ride by James Patterson. Fun fact, at that moment I remember my older sister reading a book of that series a year or so before then and that was actually the reason for me to give it a try. 

I didn’t know what I was gonna get myself into, I really really didn’t but by the very first page I. Was. Hooked.When those 10 minutes of silent reading were up, I did not want to stop. I asked my teacher if I could read it until the end of class, I still didn’t want to stop. I asked her if I could read it during lunch, I still didn’t want to stop. I asked her if I could borrow it to finish it during the weekend. By that following Monday, I was on the second book that I borrowed from the school library. 

For the rest of the year, I was all about Maximum Ride. I re-read them multiple times because I loved it that much, including the manga adaptation (I was basically on cloud nine the fact that my favorite book series is also a manga). I highly anticipated the release of the supposed last book that Summer (eventually finding out there was one more 3 years later). Basically I would not shut up about it.

Despite how the series ended (bless books 1-3) and despite how I may not love the series as much as I did, Maximum Ride holds a very special place in my heart. The story of Max and the Flock was what got me into reading books. It showed me that there is so much more than manga, that a good story and amazing characters don’t have to be within a graphic novel. Not only that, it sparked my interest on writing; by mimicking Patterson’s style with the way he wrote Maximum Ride, I created and developed my own unique writing style that not only entertained my teacher but my classmates as well. 

No matter what anyone may say about the Maximum Ride series, it will never ever change my feelings about it and how much it has done for me as a person and as a reader. 

you know that scene in the social network where… dustin? asks mark, “hey sally jones is in your comp sci class right do you know if she’s single” and then mark just gets up and sprints home and codes the relationship status function and is like “facebook is now Complete” where is the equivalent scene where he’s trying to figure out if eduardo is into dudes or not and a lightbulb goes off over his head and he sprints home thru the snow in his little adidas flip-flops and codes the “interested in” feature