conjugating spanish verbs

Tener (1st person)

Tengo (I have)
Tenía (I used to have)
Tuve (I had)
Tendré (I will have)
Tendría (I would have)
He tenido (I have had)
Había tenido (I had had)
Habré tenido (I will have had)
Habría tenido (I would have had)
Tenga (I have* subjunctive)
Tuviera/tuviese (I had* past subjunctive)
Hubiera/hubiese tenido (I had had* subjunctive)
Haya tenido (I have had* subjunctive)

high school gothic
  • your life has become nothing but homework, homework, homework. you do not recall the last time you slept or ate food or saw your family. all you can see is essays on the cold war and calculus equations and spanish verb conjugations. you have not breathed in months. when will it stop?
  • the bathrooms are dangerous. nobody goes there. your lab partner in chemistry told you that there’s a mysterious ghost that haunts the second floor bathroom. you don’t dare go to see yourself.
  • your teacher says “i’ll wait”. she stares at you. her eyes do not glaze over. she does not blink. the bell for the end of the period rings. nobody moves. nobody can move. you are all waiting.
  • you raise your hand to answer a question. your teacher does not call on you. she calls on anna. there is no anna in this class. there is no anna in this school. is there an anna anywhere?
  • you go to the cafeteria. there is not food. there is only objects that look like food to the human eye, but are plastic upon looking closer. was there ever food in this cafeteria?
Verb List for Spanish I & Spanish II

I was getting ready to throw away some papers from my freshman and sophomore year when I noticed my four different lists of Spanish verbs from Spanish I and Spanish II. I decided I would use those lists to compose this list of Spanish verbs! I’ve included conjugation rules for some verb tenses. I will go back and edit if I forgot some. let me know if there are any errors or forgot some conjugation rules for present or preterit tenses!

abrir: to open
aceptar: to accept
almorzar: to eat/have lunch (o to ue)
amar: to love
andar: to ride; to walk
aprender: to learn
arreglar: to arrange; to straighten up
asistir: to attend
ayudar: to help
bailar: to dance
bajar: to go down; to take something down
barrer: to sweep
beber: to drink
bucear: to scuba dive
buscar: to look for; to search
cambiar: to change
caminar: to walk
cantar: to sing
cenar: to eat/have dinner
cerrar: to close (e to ie)
charlar: to chat; to talk
chatear: to chat
cocinar: to cook
colgar: to hang up (o to ue)
comer: to eat
compartir: to share
comprar: to buy
comprender: to understand
conducir: to drive
conocer: to know a person/place
contar: to count (o to ue)
contestar: to answer
conversar: to discuss; to talk
correr: to run
costar: to cost (o to ue)
creer: to believe
cuidar: to take care of
dar: to give
decir: to say; to tell
dejar: to leave a message
desayunar: to eat/have breakfast
desear: to desire
descolgar: to take down; to unhang (o to ue)
desocupar: to leave/vacate a room
devolver: to return an item (o to ue)
dormir: to sleep (o to ue; u)
empezar: to begin; to start (e to ie)
encontrar: to find; to meet (o to ue)
enseñar: to teach
entender: to understand (e to ie)
entrar: to enter
escribir: to write
escuchar: to listen/listen to
esperar: to expect; to hope; to wait for
estar: to be
estudiar: to study
esquiar: to ski
firmar: to sign
ganar: to win
gustar: to like
hablar: to speak; to talk
hacer: to do; to make
ir: to go
jugar: to play a game/sport (u to ue)
lavar: to wash
leer: to read
limpiar: to clean
llamar: to call
llegar: to arrive
llevar: to carry; to take along; to wear
mandar: to send
marcar: to dial
merendar: to have a snack (e to ie)
mirar: to look at; to watch
montar: to ride
mostrar: to show (o to ue)
nadar: to swim
navegar: to navigate; to sail
necesitar: to need
oír: to hear
pagar: to pay
pasar: to happen; to pass; to pass by
patinar: to skate
pensar: to plan; to think (e to ie)
perder: to lose (e to ie)
pintar: to paint
planchar: to iron
poder: to be able to (o to ue)
poner: to place; to put; to set
practicar: to practice
preferir: to prefer (e to ie; i)
preguntar: to ask a question; to request information
preparar: to prepare
querer: to love; to want (e to ie)
recibir: to receive
recordar: to remember (o to ue)
regresar: to return
relatar: to narrate
reservar: to reserve
saber: to know information
sacar: to get; to take out
salir: to go out; to leave
saludar: to greet
secar: to dry
ser: to be
subir: to go up; to take something up
tener: to have
terminar: to finish
tirar: to throw away
tocar: to play an instrument; to play music; to touch
tomar: to take; to take in food/liquid
trabajar: to work
traducir: to translate
traer: to bring
trapear: to mop
usar: to use
vender: to sell
venir: to come; to come from; to come to
ver: to see
viajar: to travel
vivir: to live
volver: return (o to ue)

My pet peeve is when two characters need to talk to someone who doesn’t speak English, so Character A asks Character B if they speak Spanish (or really any language), and B says something like “I took a couple semesters in college” or “my best friend growing up was from Honduras” and then proceeds to speak perfect Spanish.

More realistic ends to that scene:

B: “I took a couple semesters in college”

[rapid Spanish]

B: “Okay…so something about a dog? And…swimming? Are we looking for a swimming dog? No, that can’t be right. What does caminaste mean again?”

or

B: “I took a couple semesters in college, so we’re set if you want to know where the library is.”

or

B: “My best friend growing up was from Honduras, so all I can really do is swear.”

or

B: “I took a couple semesters in college, but this happened two weeks ago and I don’t remember any of my past tense verbs.”

or

B: “My best friend growing up was from Honduras, so all I can do is ask someone’s mom for more food.”

or

B: “I took a couple semesters in college.”

A: “Crap, me too. I think I have a translation app on my phone…”

cheeky lil sprace soulmate au for yall!

The lines started appearing when Race was seventeen. One moment in class, he was working through a few physics problems, completely focused, and the next, he was staring at the black line on his arm. It was thin and scratchy like a ballpoint pen, and didn’t seem to follow any discernable pattern. Race watched in shock at the line continued slowly across the top of his forearm before coming to a close back at the start. He stared at the shape, trying to find any meaning in it, before realizing that it looked a little bit like a dog. After uncapping his pen, Race drew a quick face on what may or may not have been a dog, along with a bone.

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Spanish: Regular -AR Verbs

Indicative Mood

Present:

yo hablo                       nos. hablamos

hablas                       vos. habláis 

él habla                         ellos hablan

Future:

yo hablaré                     nos. hablaremos

hablarás                    vos. hablaréis

él hablará                      ellos hablarán

Imperfect:

yo hablaba                     nos. hablábamos

hablabas                    vos. hablabais

él hablaba                      ellos hablaban

Preterit:

yo hablé                          nos. hablamos

hablaste                       vos. hablasteis

él habló                            ellos hablaron

Present Perfect:

yo he hablado                  nos. hemos hablado

has hablado                  vos. habéis hablado

él ha hablado                    ellos han hablado

Future Perfect:

yo habré hablado              nos. habremos hablado

habrás hablado             vos. habréis hablado

él habrá hablado               ellos habrán hablado

Past Perfect:

yo había hablado               nos. habíamos hablado

habías hablado              vos. habíais hablado

él había hablado                 ellos habían hablado

Subjunctive Mood

Present:

yo hable                             nos. hablemos

hables                            vos. habléis

él hable                               ellos hablen

Imperfect:

yo hablara                           nos. habláramos

hablaras                          vos. hablarais

él hablara                             ellos hablaran

Present Perfect:

yo haya hablado                  nos. hayamos hablado

hayas hablado                vos. hayáis hablado

él haya hablado                   ellos hayan hablado

Past Perfect:

yo hubiera hablado              nos. hubiéramos hablado

hubieras hablado             vos. hubierais hablado

él hubiera hablado                ellos hubieran hablado

Conditional Mood

Simple Conditional:

yo hablaría                           nos. hablaríamos

hablarías                          vos. hablaríais

él hablaría                            ellos hablarían

Conditional Perfect:

yo habría hablado                 nos. habríamos hablado

habrías hablado                vos. habríais hablado

él habría hablado                  ellos habrían hablado

Imperative Mood

Direct Commands:

¡Habla!                               usted ¡Hable!

(negative) ¡No hables!        usted (negative) ¡No hable!

vos. ¡Hablad!                         ustedes ¡Hablen!

vos. (negative) ¡No habléis!    ustedes (negative) ¡No hablen!


Just finished making this spanish verb conjugation chart, aaannnddd… it’s 5:30 in the morning. shit.

Hope you guys like it, I’ll make other ones for the er and ir verbs as well if this gets enough likes :)

CHARCOAL (M) | kth

“The thing with Taehyung is that he use his hands a lot while drawing and get his fingers stained with charcoal, a lot. But when I come back home later, I love to see the same black prints all over my body.” 

+Pairing: Taehyung x femlale MC ft Seokjin
+Genre: College!AU, Artist!kth
+Warnings: sexual assault victim
+Note: GUYS! This is an adaptation of the book “Easy” by Tammara Webber. I decided to start like this because im not sure of my writing skill yet, so enjoy!


01 02 03 04

05

Y/N Son: ”I’ve attached an outline of my research paper. If you have a chance, could you make sure it’s not too broad, or too focused? I’m not sure how many economies outside the US to include. Also, the J-curve is a little confusing. I get that we can see it after the fact, but isn’t economics based on prediction, like the weather? I mean, who cares if we can only see what happened after the fact - if the weather guy can’t predict what’s going to happen tomorrow, he’s probably going to get fired, right?

I did the worksheets, too. Sorry I’m sending you so much at once, and on a Monday. I should have sent it earlier, but I went out with some friends Saturday and didn’t get it done.”


KIM T: “No problem. I’m either working, studying or in class practically every waking hour. I hardly notice what day it is. I hope you enjoyed your night out. 
I know I initially said I didn’t need details of your breakup (if that was rude, I didn’t mean it that way); it must have been bad to make you ditch class for two weeks. I can tell skipping is atypical for you.

I’ve attached a WSJ article that explains the J-curve better than the text. You’re exactly right, without the ability to predict, economics isn’t economics, it’s history. And while history has its place in the predictable probabilities of both economics and meteorology (clever analogy, btw), it’s hardly useful if you need to know whether or not to invest in foreign currency or bring your umbrella to school.”


I stared at the email, trying and failing to compare my tuto, Kim to Taehyung. They seemed as opposite as night and day, but I only knew half of each of them. I didn’t know much about Taehyung beyond his striking looks and his ability to beat the shit out of someone. During art history, I’d found myself wondering what would have happened in that interaction with Junmin, if Taehyung had been with me. I wondered if Junmin would have dared to look at me like that. To say what he’d said: Lookin’ good. The thought of Junmin’s cold eyes examining me made my stomach turn.

Feeling shallow for caring, I speculated again what Kim T might look like, and how much impact that might have on what I thought of him. His compliments made me stare at my laptop and smile. He’d said my ex was a moron, and now he seemed to be interested in our breakup. In me. That, or I was reading too much into it.

Y/N Son:  “Hey KimT (It seems like Im cxchanging emails with some secret agent)
We were together almost three years. I never saw it coming. I followed him here to school, instead of trying for a performing arts school. My orchestra teacher nearly had a stroke when I told him. 

He pleaded with me to audition at Oberlin or Julliard, but I didn’t. I can’t blame anyone but myself. I trusted my future to my boyfriend, like an idiot. Now I’m stuck somewhere I’m not supposed to be. I don’t know if I just believed that much in him, or that little in myself. Either way, pretty fucking stupid, huh? So there’s my weepy little story.Thank you for the article.”


Kim T: “Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence. As for being somewhere you’re not supposed to be – maybe you’re here for a reason, or there is no reason. As a scientist, I lean toward the latter. Either way, you’re off the hook. You made a decision; now you make the best of it. That’s all you can do, right? On that note, I’m off to study for a statistical mechanics quiz. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to prove scientifically that your ex isn’t worthy of you, and you’re exactly where you should be.”


When Elee came through the door, I was half-asleep and surrounded by conjugated Spanish verbs printed on colored index cards. I scooped most of them up just before she bounced onto the edge of my bed.

“So? Did you call him or text him? Did you use the stuff we went over? What did he say?”

I sighed. “Neither.”

She lay back on the bed, flinging her arms wide dramatically as I snatched up cards before she creased them. “You chickened out.”

I stared at the cards in my hand. Yo habré, tú habrás, él habrá, nosotros habremos… “Yeah, maybe.”

“Hmm. You know, this is better. Don’t call. Make him chase you.” She laughed at my creased brow. 

I thought about Seokjin. About what kind of guy he was. He’d chased me in the beginning, but he didn’t have to try very hard to catch me. I was swept off my feet by him, swept along in his dreams and plans, because he’d made me part of them. Until a few weeks ago.

“Aw, shit, y/n. I know what you’re doing. Don’t think about him. I’m gonna make some cocoa. Get back to—” she sat up, picking up a card I’d not grabbed hastily enough, “—ugh, Spanish verbs.”


Wednesday, I got to the classroom before the 8:00 class let out. As soon as most of the students had filed out the door, I slipped in and took my seat, determined not to pay attention to Taehyung when he came in. To that end, I flipped through my index cards, though I was more than ready to ace the quiz in Spanish.

When Jungkook slid into his seat on my left, I didn’t pause in my review. I refused to be distracted from not paying attention to Taehyung’s seat, and whether or not he was in it.

“Hey, Y/N.” That wasn’t Jungkook’s voice.

The seats were bolted to the floor, with right-handed desktops. Taehyung leaned slightly over the side of Jungkook’s, pushing into the very margin of my space. My breath caught, and I focused on letting it out, appearing unaffected. “Oh, hi.”

He bit his lower lip once, briefly. “I guess you didn’t notice the note on your coffee cup.”

I glanced at my phone, sitting on the edge of my textbook. “I noticed.” I watched his reaction.

He smiled, his light eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and I tried not to swoon visibly. “Mmm I see, so how ’bout you give me yours?”

I arched a brow at him. “Why? Do you need help in economics?”

He bit his lip in earnest that time, stifling a laugh. “Hardly. What makes you think that?”

I frowned. Could I be attracted to a guy who cared so little about doing well in class? “I guess it’s not my business.”

He leaned his chin into the palm of his hand. The tips of his fingers were tinged with gray, probably from drawing with that pencil sitting over his ear. “I appreciate your concern, but I want your number for reasons completely unrelated to economics.”

I picked up my phone and found his number, and sent him a text that said: Hi.

“Dude, you’re in my seat.” Jungkook’s tone was matter-of-fact, but unperturbed.

Taehyung’s phone vibrated in his hand, and he smiled as my text popped up, giving him my number. “Thanks.” He unfolded himself from the chair and addressed Jungkook. “Sorry, man.”

“No prob.” Jungkook was one of the most easygoing people I’d ever met. His attitude said slacker, but I’d gotten a look at the midterm crammed into his notebook—he’d made a high B, and for all his talk about skipping class and sleeping in, he’d yet to miss one. After Taehyung sauntered back to his seat, Jungkook leaned over the edge of his desktop, closer than Taehyung had. “So what was that about?” His eyebrows rocked up and down and I tried not to grin.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I replied, fluttering my lashes in my best Southern belle impersonation.

“Careful, little lady,” he drawled. “That fella seems a bit dangerous.” He shook a too-long curl out of his eyes, smiling. “Not that there’s anything wrong with a bit of danger.”

I congratulated myself for taking a singular peek over my shoulder, halfway through the fifty-minute class. Taehyung wasn’t looking at me, so I couldn’t help staring. Pencil in hand, he was sketching intently, first shading and then carefully smearing with his thumb. His hair fell around his face as he concentrated on his work, the lecture and the classroom disregarded as though he was alone in his room. I imagined him sitting on his bed, knees up, pad balanced on his thighs. I wondered what he was sketching. Or who.

He glanced up and caught my gaze. Held it.

His mouth pulled into that ghost of a smile and he stretched his neck and rolled his shoulders, returning my stare. Glancing at the pad, he tapped the end of his pencil against it and sprawled back in his seat, lashes fanning down as he examined his work.

Dr. Park finished the chart he was free-handing onto the whiteboard, and the lecture resumed. Taehyung tucked the pencil over his ear and picked up a pen. Before shifting his attention to our professor, he smiled at me again, and a jolt of excitement shot through me.

At the end of class, a different girl than last week intercepted him on his way out the door, and I bolted without a backward look. My adrenaline kicked in, my body sensing my need to escape and giving wings to it.

I texted Elee that I’d be getting crap coffee in the cafeteria before my afternoon class instead of going by the Coffe. She texted back: GENIUS. I’ll meet you there. Sisters in solidarity and all that shit.


From the end of my bed, my laptop dinged an email alert, and an answering flutter came from my stomach. It was probably nothing—a notice about flu shots from the health center, or another note from one of my old high school friends, who were all “so devastated” that Seokjin and I were over (which they all figured out when he changed his Facebook relationship status—twenty minutes after he’d broken up with me).

I’d disabled my account immediately, and had yet to reinstate it. The thought of seeing his glib status updates and having photos of him pop up in my feed was demoralizing. Even if I hid him, we knew too many of the same people. There’d be no hiding his activities completely. I began getting sympathetic and condescending emails and texts the next day, so I was justifiably apprehensive whenever I checked my inbox.

Cringing, I pulled it up… and smiled.

Kim T: “Are you going to make it to the session tomorrow (Thursday)? In case you won’t, I’ve attached the worksheet I’m planning to go over. It’s new, separate stuff, and you needn’t be completely caught up to get it. (Speaking of, you should be all caught up within a week or so.)

PS – I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the state, your relationship would have ended still. Maybe you’d have even blamed yourself, not knowing that it was doomed because of him, either way. Instead, you’re here. You got dumped, skipped class, and met the best econ tutor at the university! Who knows, maybe I’ll make you fall in love with economics. (What’s your major, btw?)”

Y/N Son: “I’m a music education major. I hate that saying: “Those who can, do, those who can’t, teach.” As a tutor, I know that’s BS. Still. I wanted to do. I imagined joining a symphony orchestra, or a progressive jazz band… And instead, I’m going to teach.

I won’t be at your session – I have lessons with my middle school boys tomorrow. (I think I’d be more impressive to them if I could fart the scales instead of plucking them on the bass.)

Sorry to inform you, but I plan to make it through this class and be done with econ. No reflection on your genius tutoring skills, I swear. Thank you for the worksheet. You’re too kind.”

Kim T:  “If you want to do, then do. What’s stopping you?

So I’m kind, huh? Never heard that before. People usually think I’m a pretentious a-hole. I must admit, I tend to encourage that estimation. So please promise to keep your opinion to yourself. Reputations can be ruined so easily, you know. ;)

PS – Do the worksheet. Before Friday. I’m giving you a very serious look through this screen. DO THE WORKSHEET. If you have problems with any of the material, let me know.”

Y/N Son:  “What’s stopping me? Well, I’ve blown the chance to go to a serious music school. And I’m stuck in a state that doesn’t always foster the arts (something I’ll probably spend my entire teaching career fighting). It seems impossible to go out now and “do.” I guess I should rethink that.

Your secret geniality is safe. My lips are sealed.

PS – I’m DOING the worksheet, but I’m giving you a very petulant look through my screen. Slave driver.”

I was grinning when I clicked send. Maybe I was playing an entirely different game of chase, and Taehyung and his infuriatingly enigmatic smile could take a flying leap. Elee and Mina could keep their make-him-chase-you advice and use it themselves, because I, apparently, sucked at it in real life. Through email, though… My happy expression slid away as I realized the stark truth—I was flirting with someone online. I had no idea what he looked like, or what type of person he was.

That wasn’t exactly true. I knew exactly what type of person he was, even though I’d never laid eyes on him. He was kind. And intelligent. And straightforward.

Of course, he hadn’t beaten a would-be rapist to a bloody pulp for me. Or made my insides melt when he put his hands on my waist. He probably didn’t have tattoos on his arms or deep brown eyes and a liquefying stare.

At 10:00 pm, my phone trilled a text alert.

Taehyung: Hi :)

Me: Hi :)

Taehyung: What’s up?

Me: Nothing. Homework.

Taehyung: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared.

Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you’re late.

Taehyung: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ;)

Taehyung: You should come by the Coffe Friday. It’s usually dead. Americano, on the house?

Me: Free coffee? I can’t pass that up. I’ll try to stop by. When do you work?

Taehyung: All afternoon. Til 5.

Me: K

Taehyung: See you Friday, Y/N.


Taehyung was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing—which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz… and then I remembered that I missed the midterm. I couldn’t exactly point any fingers.

He slipped through the back door as Dr. Park walked up the center aisle, collecting quizzes. He took the stacks from the left row and then turned to the right, where Taehyung sat. “I need to see you after class,” he said, his voice low.

Inclining his head once, Taehyung pulled his text from his backpack and replied in the same subdued tone. “Yes, sir.”

I didn’t look back at him during the remainder of class, and when it was over, he packed up his backpack and walked down the outside aisle to the front. While waiting for Dr. Park to finish his conversation with another student, Taehyung’s eyes lifted and found me. His smile was as unreadable as always, scarcely there at all. But his gaze was focused, pegging me like a dart to a board.

Turning his attention to our professor, he broke the stare. I released the breath I’d not realized I was holding and escaped the classroom, undecided on whether or not to follow through with stopping by the Coffe that afternoon.

I considered the quiz I’d just aced, thanks to Kim’s insistence that I complete the worksheet he sent two nights ago. Doing that worksheet had been all sorts of help—on a quiz he must have known about. I didn’t think he’d crossed a line and told me something he shouldn’t have, but his toe was definitely on the line. For me. Swept along and invisible among thousands of other students on this enormous campus, I was struck by the fact that for some reason, he’d gone out of his way to help me. For some reason, I mattered to him.

Elee: Jongkyung and I are leaving soon. You gonna be ok this weekend? You’re going to the coffe this afternoon, RIGHT? If he asks you out, GO FOR IT HOE. Clear the palate! Don’t forget you’ll have the room to yourself all weekend. 

Me: You kids have fun. I’ll be fine! I’ll keep you posted.

Elee: You’d better! I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. Or evening, depending on the level of hangover Sunday morning. lmao. TEXT ME LATER.

I’d forgotten Elee’s road trip with Jongkyung was this weekend. His brother was in a band, and they were playing at a festival tomorrow near Busan, so they had reservations at a bed and breakfast for the weekend. Elee told Mina and me about it last month while we waited to look at Mercury and Venus through a telescope during an evening astronomy lab.

The coffee smell invaded my senses before the Coffe came into view. Rounding the corner, my eyes went to the counter, where two employees stood talking. When I didn’t see Taehyung, I wondered if he’d switched shifts and forgot to text me.

There were only a handful of customers—one of whom was Dr. Park, reading the paper in the corner. I had nothing against my professor, but I didn’t exactly want him witnessing my attempts to flirt with the guy who skipped the quiz and got called out for it just this morning. I stood just behind a display of coffee mugs and travel cups.

Just as he had Monday, Taehyung pushed through the door to the back as my eyes brushed over it. My fingers and toes tingled at the sight of him. Underneath the green apron, he wore an orange long-sleeved tshirt, not the university-branded sweatshirt he’d worn this morning in class. His shirtsleeves were pushed past his elbows again, leaving the tattoos visible. I moved to the counter, my eyes skimming from his forearms to his face. He hadn’t seen me yet.

One of the girls at the register straightened. “Can I help you?” Her voice held a bite of annoyance, as though she was snapping her fingers to get my attention.

“I’ve got it, Eun ” Taehyung said, and she shrugged and returned to her conversation with her coworker, but they both eyed me with even more hostility than a moment before. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hi.”

He glanced toward the corner where Dr. Park sat. “What can I get for you?”

His tone wasn’t the tone of a guy who’d specifically asked me to come by. Maybe he was behaving circumspectly for his coworkers’ benefit.

“Um, a grande Americano, I guess.”

He grabbed the cup from the stack and made the drink. I tried to hand him my card, but he shook his head once. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.”

His coworkers exchanged a look I pretended not to see.

I thanked him and retreated to the opposite side of the shop from Dr. Park, setting up my laptop to work on my econ project. 

After an hour, I’d bookmarked a dozen sources on current international economic happenings, my coffee was gone, and Taehyung hadn’t come over once. I was expected at the high school for my weekly Friday afternoon bass lessons in half an hour. Shutting down my laptop, I turned to unplug the power cord from the wall.

“Ms. Son.” At Dr. Park’s unexpected greeting, I jumped, knocking over my thankfully-empty cup. “Oh! So sorry to have startled you!”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m a little jumpy—from, uh, the coffee.” And from thinking for one split second that you were Taehyung.

“I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Kim tells me you’re almost caught up, and making headway on the project. I’m glad to hear it.” He lowered his voice and glanced around conspiratorially. “My colleagues and I don’t actually want to fail anyone, you know. Our goal is to frighten—I mean encourage—the less, er, serious students to produce. Not that I believe you’re one of those.”

I returned his smile. “I understand.”

He straightened and cleared his throat. “Good, good. Well, on that note—have a productive weekend.” He chuckled at his joke and I managed to avoid rolling my eyes.

“Thank you, Dr. Park.”

He walked to the counter and spoke to Taehyung as I wound the power cord and stowed the laptop in my backpack. The conversation between them was earnest, and I was concerned when Dr. Park seemed to gesture toward me at least once. I wondered if our professor believed that Taehyung was one of those less serious students he could intimidate into becoming more dedicated. If so, I didn’t want to be used as some sort of example.

As I walked out, I looked over my shoulder, but Taehyung didn’t shift his gaze my way at all, and his expression was tense. His coworker, wiping down a counter a few feet away, smirked at me.


When I left the high school two hours later, I switched on my phone, endeavoring to look forward to a weekend alone while it powered up. Clearly, the trip to Coffe was a bust. Taehyung had been, if possible, even more puzzling and cagey than he was before.

While working on the project, I’d emailed Kim to thank him for sending the worksheet Wednesday, and for insisting that I do it. I hadn’t heard from him since Wednesday, but maybe he would email this afternoon or tonight. Maybe he’d be free this weekend, and we could finally meet.

I had one text from Elee that she and Jongkyung had arrived in Busan—along with lots of insinuation about what I could do with a room to myself, and Mom had texted to ask about my Ch’usok days plans. Seokjin and I had alternated spending the day at his house or mine the past three years. Somehow, this translated into confusion about whether or not I was coming home this year. When I texted her back that yes, breaking up with a guy generally means no more shared holidays, I expected an apology to follow. I should have known better.

Mom: Don’t be snippy. Your dad and I planned and paid for a trip to Jeju that weekend, because we thought you could stay at the Kim’s. I guess we’ll have to cancel.

Me: Go ahead and go. I’ll go home with Elee or something.

Mom: Ok. If you’re sure.

Me: I’m sure.

I tossed my phone in an empty cup-holder and drove back to campus, prepared to watch reality TV and work on economics all weekend.

When I got to my room, I saw that Taehyung had texted while I was driving back.

Taehyung: Sorry I didn’t say goodbye
Me: It was awkward with Dr. Park there I guess.
Taehyung: Yeah.
Taehyung: So, I’d like to sketch you.
Me: Oh?
Taehyung: Yeah
Me: Okay. Not, like, sans clothes or anything right?
Taehyung: Haha no. Unless you’re up for that.
Taehyung: Jk. Is tonight ok? Or tomorrow night?
Me: Tonight is good.
Taehyung: Cool. I can be there in a couple of hours.
Me: Ok.
Taehyung: What’s your room number?
Me: 362. I’ll need to let you into the building.
Taehyung: I can probably get in. I’ll text you if I can’t.

❀ Present Tense Conjugation in Spanish ❀

AR VERBS e.g: hablar, amar, mirar

• Remove -ar

• Add one of the following endings:

-o (yo)

-as (tú)

-a (él/ella/usted)

-amos (nosotros)

-áis (vosotros)

-án (ellos/ellas/ustedes)

ejemplo:

¿Cuántos idiomas hablas tú?

How many languages do you speak?

ER VERBS e.g: comer, beber, escoger

• Remove -er

• Add one of the following endings:

-o (yo)

-es (tú)

-e (él/ella/usted)

-emos (nosotros)

-éis (vosotros)

-en (ellos/ellas/ustedes)

ejemplo:

Comemos sandías todos los días.

We eat watermelons every day.

IR VERBS e.g: vivir, existir, salir

• Remove -ir

• Add one of the following endings:

-o (yo)

-es (tú)

-e (él/ella/usted)

-imos (nosotros)

-ís (vosotros)

-en (ellos/ellas/ustedes)

ejemplo:

Vivo en Inglaterra pero, cuando era más joven, vivía en España.

I live in England but, when I was younger, I used to live in Spain.

COMMON IRREGULARS TO LOOK OUT FOR!

SER (to be) - soy, eres, es, somos, sois, son

ESTAR (to be) - estoy, estás, está, estamos, estáis, están

IR (to go) - voy, vas, va, vamos, vais, van

HACER (to do/make) - becomes hago in yo form

PENSAR (to think) - pienso, piensas, piensa, pensamos, pensáis, piensan

TENER (to have) - tengo, tienes, tiene, tenemos, tenéis, tienen

QUERER (to want) - quiero, quieres, quiere, queremos, queréis, quieren

(Hi! This is my first languages post, if you have any advice for me or any questions about anything in this post, feel free to ask!! :> )

(¡Hola! Ésta es mi primera publicación de idiomas, si tengas algúnos consejos o preguntas sobre algo en esta publicación, no dudes en preguntarme!! :> )

Life as an INFP

I’ve already seen and read a couple INFP submissions. Thought I might help consolidate. 

Name: Sarah

Type: INFP

Enneagram: Haven’t done this in a long time but between 4 and 5?

Introverted Feeling

I’ve always been regarded (and seen myself) as someone who’s deeply sensitive and empathetic. For a long time, my coping mechanism or I guess survival mechanism was cutting myself off from other people to keep from being hurt or disappointed. This isn’t to say that I didn’t have a thought toward my own development and growth—-I’ve always recognized I’ve had to grow and adapt to survive, but I had to do it in my own terms. So I devoted a lot of my attention and energy to reading, writing, and art. As an adolescent, this got really intense and I would actively avoid people and frequently stifle down my own emotions in favor of rationality and control. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized I’m a lot more affected by my emotions than I’ve previously liked to admit—-and I’m fine with that.

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