Taken from my instagram: @hstudies. Here’s my library study session from tuesday. Basically, my college at Durham had to be evacuated after the electricity shut off. Although this led to a super fun, giant sleepover with all my friends, it meant that we were shattered the next day and, because we couldn’t go back to college, we were forced to study in the library all day! I’m still working on this essay (physical geography) and hoping to get the reading finished today, so I can start writing tomorrow.
St Cuthbert’s Day! St Cuthbert’s Society, a college of Durham University established in 1888, is named after the saint and on or around each 20 March celebrates with a magnificent feast. “Cuth’s Day”.
*Saint Cuthbert (c. 634 – 20 March 687) was a saint of the early Northumbrian church in the Celtic tradition. He was a monk, bishop and hermit, associated with the monasteries of Melrose and Lindisfarne. After his death he became one of the most important medieval saints of Northern England, with a cult centred on his tomb at Durham Cathedral. Cuthbert is regarded as the patron saint of northern England.
Hey so i have a little less than 4 months until I start college at Durham in Oshawa and it would be pretty sweet to get to know others who are starting then too. Im going into music business administration/management and i will know no one so if you are too lets talk :) or if youre going to durham at all lets talk too :)
Birthday Cookies - A little bit of fluff to start your weekend. Enjoy.
Dean gripped the piping bag and
began decorating the dozen cookies already cooled on the rack beside him.
Friday mornings were usually pretty busy at the bakery he owned with his
business partner, Charlie, but he’d come in early just to get these done.
They were for Dean’s crush. At least that’s how Charlie
referred to the handsome college professor. He’d been coming in since the end
of August. Dean had been gone on him that very first day. He’d bought a large
coffee, flavored with hazelnut cream and a plain croissant. His order hadn’t
wavered in the last three months. Every single weekday, he’d stop. At first,
Dean wouldn’t speak to him beyond the simple ‘good morning’ and ‘have a good
day’. But after a few weeks, he’d try to converse with the man…Castiel Novak…he
learned that from swiping his debit card. They spent a few minutes every day
talking about the weather, the price of coffee beans, or traffic. Just mundane
things, but Dean could listen to the deep timbre of Castiel’s…or Cas, as he
secretly called him…voice read the phone book and he’d be happy.
Cas haunted his dreams…and his daydreams. Finally, unable to
get the man out of his mind, he approached Charlie to use her mad computer
skills to find out more about the professor in the dowdy trenchcoat. She teased
him unendingly, but in the end, she found out that Cas was a professor of
entomology at Duke University. Dean wasn’t surprised he worked at Duke, Durham
was a college town and most of his clientele were either students or
faculty. She showed Dean his bio and
damn, the dude was smart. A PhD for crying out loud.
From there, Charlie found his profile on Facebook. The
professor’s page was set to private, so other than his picture, his place of
employment and his birthday, they couldn’t see anything else. Charlie pressed
Dean to ‘friend’ the guy, but Dean thought that would put him in the
At least, Dean knew his birthday and that was why he was
here early to finish decorating the cookies. They were
decorated with buzzing bees and a few had the letter ‘C’ with a tiny bee
dangling off the bottom of it. When he was finished, he smiled at his work. He
carefully boxed them and set them aside before getting on to his regular
Once Charlie and their part-time
help got there, the morning flew by. Dean had two wedding cakes he was
finishing up for tomorrow’s delivery and customers lined up for breads and
desserts for the weekend. Dean couldn’t keep his eyes off the clock on the wall
of the kitchen. At five to nine, he went to the bathroom, ran fingers through
his hair and removed his icing smeared apron.
At the front, he relieved Kevin
from the register and sent him to the back to wash up the morning’s dishes.
Precisely at nine, Cas walked in the door, the bell tinkling to announce his
arrival. Dean grinned and Cas returned it with a warm smile.
“Good morning, Dean.” The first
time he’d called Dean by his name, it startled him. Then he remembered he had
his name embroidered on his apron. The same apron he’d ditched in the back today
because he wanted to be clean and neat.
“Happy Birthday, Professor
Novak.” Cas tilted his head to the side and nervously brushed his hands over
his trenchcoat. “Thank you. How did you…”
“A little bee told me,” Dean
said, inwardly groaning at his cheesiness. “Here.” He all but shoved the box
across the counter. The other man blinked a few times and then carefully lifted
the lid. The tiny smile made Dean’s heart beat a bit faster.
“These are truly beautiful. And
you made these for me?” The rich, gravelly baritone felt like a caress on
Dean’s skin and he bit his lower lip before answering.
“Yeah…I mean, yes.” The man was a
professor and Dean didn’t want to sound like an uneducated boob. Even if he
only had a GED.
“Thank you, Dean,” Dean noticed
the pink tint to the professor’s face and realized the man was blushing. He
closed the box and ran his fingertips over the Geeks Love Pie logo. “I realize
you are busy now, but would you consider having a cup of coffee with me later
Dean stared into those beautiful
blue eyes and his mouth refused to engage with his brain. Charlie came up
beside him, grinning. “He would love to have coffee with you. We close at two.”
Not taking his eyes away from
Dean’s, Cas picked up the box and backed up a step, inadvertently bumping into
one of the bakery’s regulars, an elderly man named Frank. “Excuse me…so sorry.”
“Damn, young’uns. About time
y’all stopped all this pussy-footin’ around.” He slapped a five on the counter
in front of Charlie. “You called it. Won fair and square.”
Confused, Dean pulled his eyes
away from Cas’ to look at his partner. “You bet with Frank?”
“Yeah, Frank here said it would
take you guys until Christmas to figure it out. I took mid-November.” She
reached up to snatch the bill off the counter and shoved it into her apron.
Cas was staring back and forth
like he was at a tennis match, clutching the box to his chest like battle
armor. “Great, thanks a hell of a lot, Charlie. Now, you went and scared the
crap out of him. He probably thinks I’m certifiable now,” Dean muttered.
Cas opened his mouth to speak,
but Frank butted in. “You are certifiable, but he’s nuts about you. Always
making goo-goo eyes when he thinks you aren’t looking. Enough to make me want
to barf, I tell you. You gonna get me my coffee or am I going to have to start
going to MacDonald’s?”
Charlie stifled a laugh and
handed Frank his cup. “On the house today, Frank.”
“My last class is over at
two-thirty. Can I just meet you here?” Cas asked, finally able to get a word
“Sure. That would be awesome,
Cas.” Dean knew his face was just as red as Cas’, but he didn’t really care. He
had a date.
“Ten dollars on a wedding by
June,” Frank called out over his shoulder as he walked away.
“You’re on,” Charlie said,
laughing at the shocked faces of her partner and his new boyfriend.