-Dorms being separated by dynamic. Alphas are always roomed with a Beta whereas an Omega could be roomed with a Beta or another Omega
-Unlike in high school, Alphas and Omegas are allowed to take whatever classes they want and make plans to pursue whatever career they want without anybody correcting them and trying to convince them to stick to things more suited to their dynamic
-A lot of Omegas are greatly criticized for attending college instead of finding an Alpha and starting a family
-If an Alpha is unmated and in college they are highly sought after, an unmated Beta in college is also pretty common, but if you are an unmated Omega in college people will wonder what is wrong with you to where no Alpha has wanted to claim you yet
-Family housing for mated couples or single parents. An unmated Alpha trying to get through college with a kid is seen as the Alpha being a responsible and hardworking parent, whereas being an unmated Omega trying to get through college with a kid is seen as the Omega being selfish and a bad mother
-College is generally when people start feeling more free to get into same dynamic relationships or relationships with more than two people. Its not uncommon to see two Omegas making out or an Omega walking around holding the hands of two Alphas instead of one
-Omegas very dedicated to their education tend to over use heat suppressants to avoid missing classes and tests or losing time that could be spent studying
-An Alpha/Omega couple that have been together since high school and the Alpha relentlessly trying to convince the Omega that they should finally spend a heat together and officially become mates and eventually the Omega is just, “Okay fine, but if you get me pregnant before I graduate I swear to god I will spend the first three months vomiting on everything you love”
-An Alpha and Omega attending colleges really far away from each other so they send little gifts and long letters to each other. Before the Omega’s heats if they are unable to be together, the Alpha will thoroughly scent a couple blankets and send them to the Omega for their nest. The Omega keeping the Alpha on the phone or on a video call so the Alpha can help them through their heats despite not being there. When the Alpha is in class or otherwise unavailable, the Omega will spend their time sending naughty pictures and videos in an attempt to lure their mate back faster, and the Alpha doesn’t mind at all…until they accidentally open a video in middle of class at full volume…
-An Alpha and Omega reminiscing on how they first met in college and the Alpha being all, “I remember seeing you for the first time and being completely blown away by your beauty.” and the Omega is just, “I was wearing coffee stained pokemon pajamas, going on three days of no sleep, screaming at a wall in the library at 4 AM because I accidentally deleted the paper I was working on and I ran out of gummi bears.” and the Alpha just grins, “Yes, simply breath taking…”
An illustration project for college, a scene from His Dark Materials. Lots of mixed media elements, ink and water, watercolours, pencils, with digital painting on top. It ended up being a little rushed at the end but I had fun!
Lately, I’ve been seeing something slightly bothersome around studyblr, and I just want to say something about it. Basically, there seems to be this attitude cropping up (or at least that I’ve seen/heard about more frequently these days) that your grades reflect your level of effort, or that by simply working hard and putting more effort in, your grades will automatically improve. I disagree.
Yes, there are certainly some cases where you’re already proficient in a class and if you just put in the extra time to study, you’d do better. But there are some classes where grades are not a measure of the level of effort you put in, and therein lies my biggest issue with the grading system and these types of studyblr posts in general. This was certainly the case with me in honors physics (so bear with me, because I have a very large point to make with the following anecdote).
Personally, I’ve always had “easy A” classes where I don’t have to work hard; my brain and academic strengths simply favor me in that particular subject, so with minimal effort I can still be top in the class. And then I see peers who go in for tutoring every day, who spend hours studying and meeting with teachers, who basically invest 100 times the effort I do… and still can’t get above a B or C.
This is not to mention people who take classes that are “reaches” and, accordingly, don’t do so well – even though they work hard – because it’s a challenge. Then there are those who take lower level classes but have capabilities beyond that – and don’t need to put effort in – thus giving them an unfairly easy A. Does their A mean that they work harder? That they’re a better student, studier, scholar, intellectual? Hell to the no.
English is one of those “easy A” classes for me. I’m just innately strong in verbal-linguistic intelligence (going off of Gardner’s theory of multiple intelligences), so I’ve literally never had to study for English tests or reading comp/writing. But put me in other classes, particularly science classes? Well, that’s something else entirely.
Which brings me to junior year honors physics.
Guys, I studied my ASS off, for hours at a time. I desperately Skyped people in my class nearly every night to try to understand the homework and spent every lunch block trying to master the material. I met with my physics teacher and tutor all the time and had a dozen anxiety attacks (and I mean actual, diagnosed anxiety attacks) over that one class because I tried harder than I’ve ever tried… and I got a B for the whole year.I was the one who dreaded seeing that red number scrawled on my test, who shoved it into my backpack before others could see and blinked back tears, thinking, But I studied so hard!
Physics was a nightmare I was desperate to forget by the end of junior year. But then a couple things happened that shocked me, and I instantly thought of them when I read some of these posts about good effort = good grades.
Now, my physics teacher, who has a reputation for being on the strict side and being a tough grader, has had four teaching assistants (TAs) in five years of teaching. Most science teachers at my school have as many as five a year. At the end of 11th grade, after I’d scraped by with a B in his class, he asked me if I wanted to be a TA. Out of the entire grade – out of the multitude of students I’d watched parade past with straight A’s and “that test was so easy” and “I barely studied” and “sorry Edye I don’t know how else to explain it to you” – he chose me.
I think I (very graciously) blurted out, “What? Why?” because I was so taken aback. He said that I was hardworking and dedicated – that I’d always gone above and beyond in my studying and meeting with him – and he wanted someone like me to be a TA. I was flattered, and I thoroughly enjoyed being a TA during senior year. (Also, anyone who doesn’t think he’s super nice is incredibly wrong. He’s awesome.)
Two years later, I got to read his college recommendation for me. Bear in mind that I was not, based on my grades, a top student in his class. And this is what he wrote for his opening line:
Honors Physics is a rigorous course that draws from the strongest students in the junior class and Edye proved to be one of those students.
What? He had seen my report card, right? I got worse grades than all of my friends. I got a goddamn 66 on a test in that class, my all time low. He continued:
One of the many examples of Edye’s commitment [is when she] had been ill and missed quite a bit of school and consequently had a lot of school work to make up in all of her classes. Many students in this situation would take one or more classes pass / fail for the quarter; Edye would not take the pass/fail option and insisted she complete all the work and complete it with the grade she would earn. She did in fact complete all of the work and with a B-. A remarkable accomplishment considering she kept current with her studies while making up all of the missed work.
He called a B-minus “a remarkable accomplishment.”Did he say “too bad she didn’t put enough effort in, which was reflected in a B-minus” or “she only got a B-minus, so I guess she didn’t try hard enough”? No, he praised the amount of effort I put in, even though I didn’t even get a “good” grade.
I’m hardly one to knock putting in effort, but what bothers me is that this attitude, that effort = good grades, has the potential to make people feel bad. To feel like if they aren’t acing a class even though they’re studying harder than anybody else, well, they just aren’t trying hard enough. Yes, grades are important. So is effort. But they are not always directly correlated. As is evidenced by my story, sometimes people who get lower grades have worked even harder then those who got high grades. And, if they’re lucky, this will be acknowledged. (I can certainly attest that while I’ve been praised by English teachers for my writing skills and intellect, they’ve never singled me out for putting in an exceptional amount of effort. They know that while I’m proactive and responsible, I don’t try super hard because, well, I don’t really need to in order to get a good grade.)
Encourage other students to put in a reasonable amount of effort; recommend different study methods. But don’t tell them that good effort = good grades. Teach them to measure their success by looking at how productive they’re being, how proactive they are in reaching out for help, how dedicated they are to their education, how resilient they are in the face of obstacles, how committed they are to school. Admire those who refuse to take the easy way out, even if they only get a C. These qualities, which are far more important than a 4.0, just don’t always translate directly into good grades.
I dislike seeing this message all over Tumblr, that to get better grades you just have to try harder – which carries with it the implication that if you don’t get good grades, it’s because you aren’t putting enough effort in – when I know from firsthand experience that this is not always true. I strongly believe in trying to be the best student you can be, rather than trying to be in the top 5%. But in the end, do what works for you. Just take it with a grain of salt.
And to my followers, and anyone reading this… please know that, if you work hard regardless of your grades, you are already a model student, and you are absolutely someone I look up to.
I’m a big fan of Mary Shelley and her husband Percy Shelley, and they were good friends with Lord Byron, so I felt like reading up on him.
I was not disappointed.
THE DUDE WAS BISEXUAL. He had loads of love and sexual affairs with both men and women, and when he died from a fever at the age of 36 it was one of his male lovers, Loukas Chalandritsanos, that was with him.
They think that his flirty and sexual ways were influenced by the fact that he was sexually abused as a child, by his mother’s maid (who was then fired) and by his mother’s suitor Lord Grey de Ruthyn.
HE LOVED ANIMALS SO MUCH - when his beloved dog Boatswain had rabies, Byron insisted on staying with him, treating him, nursing him as well he could without fear of being bitten and infected himself. When Boatswain died, Byron had a funeral monument built for him which was bigger than his own (and he was already in debt at the time but he didn’t care cuz it was for his precious pup) and he wrote in his will that he wanted to be buried with him.
At university he was told that he wasn’t allowed to keep dogs (this was when Boatswain was still alive btw), and out of spite HE BROUGHT A FUCKING BEAR INTO THE UNIVERSITY because nowhere in the rules did it say that he wasn’t allowed to keep bears. He even tried to get a college fellowship for the bear, so that it legally had to stay - for some reason that didn’t work.
Like I mentioned above, he was friends with the Shelleys, and when they were all on a trip to Geneva along with John William Polidori and Claire Clairmont, Byron suggested that they write ghost stories to pass the time: Mary Shelley’s ghost story turned out to be Frankenstein.
He was an amazing swimmer. The first notable example of open water swimming took place on May 3rd 1810, and it was Byron himself who swam from Europe to Asia across the Hellespont Strait. Also, when he was sailing to Cephalonia, every day at noon he was jump overboard to have a swim, despite the fact that sharks were known in the area (ultimate yolo)
Byron was born with a deformity in his right foot, known as “clubfoot”, and he was extremely self-conscious about it, nicknaming himself “le diable boiteux” (”the limping devil” in French). This didn’t stop him from being a dank swimmer tho.
He was such a sassy shit. In his letters to Francis Hodgson, he nicknamed William Wordsworth “Turdsworth” because of how much he disliked him.
He was the king of passive-aggressiveness. If ever someone pissed him off, he’d write about them in a poem: for example, when Lord Elgin took the Parthenon Marbles, he “reacted with fury” and denounced his actions in his poem The Curse of Minerva.
Before he died, Byron joined the Greek War of Independence and was considered a hero by the Greeks. It’s said that if he hadn’t died, he might have become the next King of Greece (which is now proven to be extremely unlikely - but shh he’s totally king material just sayin)
Your dose of my Saizo x MC college au has come ‘round again. I am so so sorry for the delay, I meant to have this done earlier in the week but I have had a combination of educational obligations and a really bad cold (springtime treats me so badly) But lo! it has come, it is here.
“Oichi. I have a problem” Your voice was muffled from the pillow you were laying face down on, as you were doing your best to avoid having to look in her direction. Rarely did you ever go to her for advice, usually she readily gave it to you before you realized you needed it…but this time was different.
Everything about this situation was different.
You heard her snort, as she reached over to pat your head, and you were sure she was giving you the ‘look’.
The Oda family’s famous stare, equal parts withering and amused. The look had the ability to lead to smile and ice-cold stare at the drop of a pin.
It was deadly.
“And what can the great lady Oichi help you with today?” you heard her fall onto the mattress beside you and you were reminded how you ended up in this predicament.
You had just been laying on her bed really and truly minding your own business, watching her do school work, when the thought had hit you. The thought you did not want to have.
Of course, what had actually gotten you into this predicament was one old and fancy desk, at your university and a certain silver-haired fox of a man.
“I think I’m in love.” There it was. “With a guy…I…uh, I.just met?” Not all the way true, but it got your point across. Your great dilemma. The idea that had kept you up for the last two nights was finally out in the open. “The guy, well, you know who I am talking about.”
“Do I?” Her voice was calm, even, like she was sizing you up.
“Of course, the one that I have been seeing” a beat passed “Sort of”
“Oh, your secret lover.” Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and you had a feeling her stare was more mocking than kind. “Right, the one you refuse to tell me anything about.”
A moment, complete silence.Were either of you breathing?
“Have you been taking your birth control?” she finally responded, making you shoot up, glaring at her.
“Are you pregnant?” She reached out, pressing the flat of her palm against your stomach.
“What? No, of course not.” you wiggled away from her, moving to the end of the bed. “What the hell? That has nothing to do with what we were talking about.”
“Of course it does.”
“I could love someone and not be pregnant.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
“Well if you aren’t pregnant, and you aren’t planning on getting pregnant. Then I can tell you how I really feel about this situation.” Oichi idly moved her fingers through her hair, weaving a braid as she talked.
“I’m not pregnant, I’m not planning on getting pregnant.”
“How do you feel, Oichi?” You didn’t even let her word rest, jumping into the heart of the matter.
“You’re not in love” She waved a hand in front of your face. “Don’t be an idiot. “ Her voice was firm. “Whatever this guy has said to make you act this way, it’s not true.” There it was, no holding back on her part. You stared at her, shock flickering on your face.
“Oh come on, seriously? I thought we were smart enough to understand that most guys don’t mean anything they say or do. So whatever he said, don’t go rushing into a situation where you’re going to get hurt.”
“Wait- No Oichi.” You shook your head. “He hasn’t been…leading me on or anything. I’m the problem here. He pretty accurately defined the terms of our relationship.” Oichi groaned.
“Oh jeez.” She looked at you for a long moment. “Why did you allow yourself to become a permanent booty call to a boy that isn’t even good enough to bring home to me.”
“Because…because he is super hot.” You let the words tumble through your mouth, trying your best to cover any hint of what was actually going on.
“Are you serious?”
“And smart, and…and…I don’t know okay! There is just something about him.” You rolled over, resting your head in her waiting lap, finding comfort in her hands playing with your hair. “I can’t help myself.” It was true. There were many more reasons you felt that pull to him, from his acerbic humor to the way he looked at you. You were addicted.
“You know this is only going to hurt you in the end, if what you are saying…if that is really how he feels, and he doesn’t want a relationship, you’re going to get hurt.”
“I..I know that, Oichi.”
“You’re very sad.” She nodded to herself as she said it and you found that you couldn’t disagree.
“So what do I owe the honor of this less than clandestine meeting?” You sat across from Saizo, ah wait no you meant Professor Kirigakure, resplendent in his environment, and looking at you with a mixture of interest and expectation.
You pulled out your phone, sliding it over the desk and to him.
“Professor Kirigakure, I just want a moment of your time to ask you a few questions about this.” You shot him a pointed look, watching him glance at your phone.
“Ah.” He raised an eyebrow. “These are your grades?”
“My grades for your class, to be more specific.” You clarified, gesturing at the phone. “More specifically my mid-term grade.”
“Yes?” He looked up, and for a moment your breath caught as the light of midday hit his eyes, turning them a blazing crimson.
“Y-You um, “ You had completely spaced out. Damn him and his eyes “You gave me an 89.4”
“This is true.”
“Which means it can’t be rounded up to an A”
“That is unfortunate, little lady, but I’m not sure what you expect me to do about it.” His statement made you frown and you placed your hands on your hips in response. He really couldn’t be serious.
“Professor, I think I showed enough improvement to at least get a 90.”
“What I am hearing is that we want an A, hm?” He was smirking, that trademark look on his face making you flush. “I thought I told you that I wasn’t going to give you any special favors.”
“It’s not a favor, I think I did well enough to deserve an A!” You huffed, crossing your legs and leaning forward in the chair. “ I know I improved.” You rested your hands on his desk, just inches from his own, trying your best to appear intimidating.
“You did.” He nodded. “Which is why you have a high B instead of a low C, little lady.” A blush began to climb up your neck. He….he did have a point, but still, still you had to get an A in that class.
You had gone an entirety of a collegiate career without making less than an A. It was a matter of honor. He wasn’t going to dishonor you academically, that was for sure. “You can still make an A, if you keep up your streak of good work.” He continued as if he had heard your thoughts.
You hated how he could do that.
Still you could only look at him, a pout emblazoned on your face. He sighed, pressing a hand to his temple.
“You still have room for improvement, and you can be there for the final.” You nodded at his words, your eyes narrowed.
“Come now.” He sighed. “Where exactly do you plan to get with me, acting like that.” He grabbed your wrist, tugging your body over the desk.“I’ll help you, like I have been, if that is what you are concerned about.” His lips brushed against your cheek, and you felt his teeth graze your skin. It made you shiver.
“Saizo.” You sighed, the desk digging into your thighs uncomfortably. “It’s just my GPA.” You would have pulled away from him, really you would have, but he was looking at you with those eyes, and as he leaned back he pulled you with him, making you perch yourself on his desk.
Okay, maybe you wouldn’t have actually pulled away from him.
“Hush.” he leaned up, pressing his lips against yours,continuing to push you into a kneeling position as he stood, his hands tangling in your hair. You allowed him to snake his tongue into your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped from your hair down to the desk, effectively trapping you against him.
Jeez he was just so good at distracting you.
When he broke the kiss and went to pull away from you, you couldn’t help but grab the front of his dress shirt, holding him in place.
“Insatiable, are we?”
“Maybe.” You drawled your lips hovering over his. “But do you blame me?” His lips met yours again, this time slower, this time deeper.
“You’re really just a little bit dumb, aren’t you?” He gazed at you with a softness that make your heart ache.
Maybe you were just a little bit dumb.
A comfortable pattern emerged, and weeks seemed to fly by, filled with clandestine kisses and secluded meetings. Graduation was well within your grasp, and finals, although not quite yet looming, were just around the corner.
Perhaps the added danger only made the thrill in your heart grow stronger.
Still there was a barrier, you got no closer to the secrets of his soul, and he still wouldn’t let you into his room. Something, that oddly enough, was beginning to bother you.
After all, what could he be keeping in his bedroom? A wife? A dead body, perhaps? The last girl who chose to go snooping where she wasn’t allowed?
More importantly, he wouldn’t let you touch…him. Well at least, a certain part of him, It was strange, and more than a little unsettling.
You had met exactly zero guys in your life that didn’t want you to touch their dick.
Make that one, since you now had Saizo on your hands.
You were beginning to wonder about just how deep seeded his control issues were.
Still you found yourself on his couch on a friday night, lying comfortably against his chest, his hand in your hair.
Comfortable and safe.
Before you could think to express that thought aloud, the phone rang. Saizo answered, still holding you to him with his free hand, his tone obviously bored.
“To what do I owe the honor, little Lord Yukimura?”
It was quiet enough for you to hear the flustered voice of said boy, currently explaining his situation to Saizo.
“How- How do I talk to girls?” He asked, your eyes widened as you tried to stifle a giggle, glancing up to see Saizo rolling his eyes.
“Is he serious?” You mouthed to Saizo, who only nodded, looking every inch like this was a conversation they had often.
“Yukimura,I believe the easiest way to do that is to open your mouth and hope sound comes out.”
Silence over the phone.
“That…That isn’t what I meant.” You almost couldn’t believe it. That very beautiful guy from the bar was so…so adorably shy.
“Well that did you mean? We have to use our words, don’t we?”
“I want- I want to ask this girl out!”
“Oh you have a crush?” Yukimura groaned on the other end of the phone and you let out a laugh you couldn’t stifle. Saizo’s hand was pressed against your mouth almost instantaneously, even as he set the phone on the couch’s armrest. You looked at him in confusion, but he said nothing to you, only replying to Yukimura. “Is that a yes? Or are you trying to take notes for the future?”
“Y-yes! I wouldn’t just ask a girl out for no reason.” Oh, he had put the phone on speaker. You felt his body shift, and before you recognized it you were under him, your body pushed against the cushions. You stared up at him, your eyes widening as his free hand traced your skin and he leaned over you murmur in your ear.
“Loud little ladies like you must be punished.” Your gasp was muffled, but noted, even as his hand dipped under your shorts. You wriggled against him. What was he doing?
“Ah” He licked the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “If you’re loud, he’ll hear you, won’t he? Is that what you want?” His voice was quiet, but then he spoke up.
“Of course you do, Yukimura. Now you need to tell her.” As Saizo talked his free hand stroked your clit, making you writhe against him. He was…so cruel! You bucked your hips against his hand, your fingers digging into the couch.
It was brutal to try and be quiet. He had to know, the way he was teasing you.
“Your question is how do you tell her?”
“Yes, what do I need to do? Do I need to buy her flowers? How do I do this?”
What an interesting picture, Yukimura had never asked a girl out, ever? Your thoughts were clouded, as you bit down on your lip. How odd to have Saizo as such a close friend, Saizo who literally was getting you off while on the phone with him. You reached down, unbuttoning your shorts, wriggling them off of your hips, allowing him more freedom of movement.
“Not always, just do what comes natural. The actions between a man and a woman should be organic.” Saizo punctuated his movements by moving two fingers into you, crooking his fingers. An involuntary judder of movement took you over as your body twitched in anxious pleasure.
He just needed to…to hurry up.
As though hearing your thoughts, he did the opposite, setting a languid pace with his fingers, making you want to grown in frustration, not unlike yukimura.
“E-Eh, natural, organic? I mean, I guess we could go to a restaurant?”
“Not that kind of organic, not orgasmic either.” Saizo’s teasing tone made Yukimura stutter on the other end of the line.
You arched your body, trying to speed up his movements by quickening your own. Still he wouldn’t give you the relief you needed.
You moved one of your hands down. If Saizo wasn’t going to take care of you, you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself.
Just as you reached your underwear, the hand on your mouth was gone, clutching at your wrist instead. He looked at you, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Hey, Saizo. I need you to be serious. This girl, I mean, she is really something.”
“Just ask her on a date, that is the only advice I can give.” Saizo turned his voice to you next. “I would have thought you’d have better manners. If you make a sound. I’ll stop, how’s that sound little lady? You’ll get off so long as you’re quiet.”
You nodded, biting back a whimper at the look he was giving you.
“What was that Saizo? Did you say something?”
“Oh nothing, nothing. Just ask the girl out. Surely she can’t be that terrifying.” His pace picked up, adjusting his hand so that his palm brushed your clit every time he moved.
“She’s out of my league.” the weight of his body was making your legs tingle, at least that is what you thought, your own hand was clamped over your mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. You. had. To. be. Quiet.
“How so little Lord?” How did he sound so bored?
“I…That isn’t important.”
“Just one of you remember to use protection. That is the only advice that counts”
“We aren’t going to!- I’m just going to take her to the movies, okay?”
“Great, tell her that.” Your body jerked at the movement he made, and you tasted the iron of blood on your tongue.
Still if you could just make it a little further, a little more.
“Is that seriously all the advice you have to give?” Saizo sighs, as though he almost can’t believe he has to have this conversation.
“Yukimura, really. You are fully capable of what you are trying to do. I don’t see how you expect me to help.”
“You wrote a book about this…this stuff!”
“Oh is that what my book was about?” Saizo chuckled, “You might want to read it again, dear.”
They were still talking.
But really what they were saying slipped away from you, soundless moans threatening to break, to make you fail.
How much time had slipped through your fingers? You were wound up so tight, all you needed, you needed-
“Saizo, please!” Finally, you gasped his name, breaking the rules, but it worked, releasing the tension of your body and hurtling you over the precipice.
“W-Was that a woman?” Yukimura’s voice cut through your panting, Saizo leaned over you grabbing the phone with his free hand.
“Oh dear, little Lord, it seems I have to go.” And he hung up. All the while he slowed the pace of his hand, removing himself from you, leaving you panting and watching him. “What should I do with you?” That was addressed at you. “I wanted to punish you, but the expressions you made were worth it.” His hand brushed at the gathered water at the corners of your eyes.
“I-…I think you punished me enough.”
“You can’t be serious.” You stared wide-eyed at Oichi. “You’re not going on a date with Sanada Yukimura.
“I am.” Oichi stood at the door, and she looked absolutely stunning, as usual.
“Are you trying to give him a heart attack, looking like that?” You snorted.
“What are you saying I look bad?” She crossed her arms, glaring at you.
“No, no, the opposite, you look almost perfect, Oichi. He’s going to have a breakdown, this is your first date!”
“Right, so I am dressed to impress. I’d like a second date, too, you know?”
“Er, well. Okay. I mean, you’re very pretty, he’s just-” You trailed off, realizing you wouldn’t be able to explain to her what you knew or how you knew it.
“What, do you have some sort of inside information on him?”
“Uh, no, of course not.” You froze, blinking at her. “But really, you are stunning.”
“Duh.” she turned on her heels. “Don’t wait up on me, okay?”
Poor Yukimura was in for it wasn’t he.
“Calling my phone is an odd move, little lady.” Saizo’s amused voice cut through the speaker. “I wasn’t expecting it.”
“I was just calling because I found out who your little lord Yukimura is going on his date with.” You continued unabashedly, wanting to be the first to tell him the development.
“Oh, you were able to pay that much attention to the conversation, I obviously should have been working harder.” You couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks. Why was he so cheeky?
“M-Maybe you should have.” You settled on a bitten back reply. He laughed then, a sort of sound that made butterflies bloom like flowers in your stomach.
“You say that now, but I seem to remember you weren’t saying much then. “ His voice was like a purr in your ear.
“Because I wasn’t allowed to speak.”
“Oh so if we did it again, would you have something to say?” He got you there and you frowned in unconscious response. “Don’t make that face.”
“W-What, how’d you know I was making a face?”
“The same way I know that he’s on a date with your flighty roommate.”
“Did Yukimura tell you?” Their previous phone call had ended without it, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t called him back, although you felt like Yukimura was trying to keep this date a secret.
“No, he didn’t, in fact I didn’t really know either of those things, until just now, when you confirmed both, little lady.” You let out a sigh.
He was such a capricious man.
“Saizo, you need a hobby, so you don’t tease me so much.”
“Teasing you is my hobby.”
“Your date was good?” You looked Oichi over, not a hair out of place, and back by 10 pm. You smiled, your impression of Yukimura had not been wrong.
“Ah, um, yeah.” She smiled at you, a genuine grin. “We have another date scheduled for Friday actually.”
“Oh that is great!” You hugged her. “He seems nice.”
“Yeah, he wants us to eat dinner with one of his friends, actually.” She pulled away, holding you at arm’s length. “I was wondering if you’d like to come.”
“What?” You cocked your head to the side. “Like a double date?” You were not going to say yes, no way.
“No, not like a double date, he’s just got a friend coming, and I don’t want to be left out.”
“What kind of person brings a 3rd to a date when he isn’t planning on getting freaky?”
“Please just say yes.” Oichi grabbed your hands, looking you in your eyes. No, not her puppy-dog eyes. You couldn’t say no.She really was dangerous.
“F-Fine, Oichi. I’ll go.” She smirked in victory.
“Thank goodness, I wasn’t about to sit with Yukimura and professor Kirigakure all night long by myself!”
Tardigrades are commonly known as water bears. They have a cuticle and can go through ecdysis. Tardigrades have four pairs of clawed appendages, lay eggs, and have eyespots to detect light. Tardigrades are extremely adaptable and live in a large variety of habitats. Whenever they encounter unfavorable conditions, they can enter a form of hibernation called cryptobiosis.
For more information about cryptobiosis and tardigrades, take a look at this article.
Mary Somerville was a self-taught polymath, with a deep knowledge of math, astronomy, and geology – just to name a few. She published her treatise, On the Connexion of the Physical Sciences, in 1834.
The scientific historian William Whewell read Somerville’s treatise and loved it. He wanted to write a glowing review. He encountered a problem, however: the term at the time for such an author would have been “man of science,” and that just didn’t fit Somerville.