essay contest

I heard a story today about G.K. Chesterton. He entered an essay contest once with the theme “What is wrong with the world”. When the judges got his submission, they saw that it had a very nice, professional cover page, but when they opened it, all it said was “Me.” Chesterton won first place.

Solar System: Things to Know This Week

Follow our Juno craft during a close flyby of Jupiter, learn about Cassini’s final mission during a Facebook live event (in case you missed it) and more!

1. Jupiter, Up Close

Our Juno mission completed a close flyby of Jupiter on Thursday, February 2, its latest science orbit of the mission. All of Juno’s science instruments and the spacecraft’s JunoCam were operating during the flyby to collect data that is now being returned to Earth. 

Want to know more? Using NASA’s Eyes on the Solar System and simulated data from the Juno flight team you can ride onboard the Juno spacecraft in real-time at any moment during the entire mission.

2. In Case You Missed It–Cassini Facebook Live

Cassini Project Scientist Linda Spilker and mission planner Molly Bittner take questions about the mission’s “Ring-Grazing” orbits during Facebook Live. Watch it now: www.facebook.com/NASA/videos/10154861046561772/

3. Cassini Scientist for a Day Essay Contest 

The deadline is Friday, February 24 for U.S. student in grades 5 to 12. For international students, visit the page for more info! 

More: solarsystem.nasa.gov/educ/Scientist-For-a-Day/2016-17/videos/intro

4. Cassini Spies Dione

Dione’s lit hemisphere faces away from Cassini’s camera, yet the moon’s darkened surface are dimly illuminated in this image, due to the phenomenon of Saturnshine. Although direct sunlight provides the best illumination for imaging, light reflected off of Saturn can do the job as well. In this image, Dione (698 miles or 1,123 kilometers across) is above Saturn’s day side, and the moon’s night side is faintly illuminated by sunlight reflected off the planet’s disk.

Discover the full list of 10 things to know about our solar system this week HERE.

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To the people talking about how they skimmed through Atlas Shrugged in 3 days or BS'd their essay on it.

Do you REALLY think you have a chance in hell of winning ANY level of that contest? The judges aren’t stupid.

I’ve been reading and re-reading that book since I first was given it as a gift. I spent more mental time on working on that essay over the last 2 months than I have put into thinking about internships.

You really just sort of wasted your time, you get that right?

Sprezzatura

Remember forever ago when @gettzi posted that great art of Nursey and his ballerina sister and I said I also headcanoned him with a ballerina sister because I had a whole thing about him and the concept of sprezzatura, which I learned in ballet class and therefore so did he? I finally wrote it.

[Now also on AO3 with both parts in one fic.]


There was a period of about two years, back when Derek was just starting middle school, when he spent two afternoons a week, every week, doing his homework in the corner of his sister’s ballet studio. At first it was because their nanny didn’t have time to drop him off before Naimah had to be at her class, and once they were at the studio, it made far more sense to just stay until her class was over and then head back home together. Derek didn’t mind, did he? He totally minded. It was lame and stupid and… actually kind of beautiful…

Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe, even after the drop off scheduling conflict cleared up, he still found a reason it would be more convenient for him to go.

He soaked up a a lot of random stuff in those two years. A bunch of ballet French. An instinctive need to count things in eights. An affinity for waltz timing that would serve him well in later ballroom dance situations. An automatic need to correct his posture anytime he thought about a puppet string extending through his core and out the top of his head. And the concept of sprezzatura.

One thing he loved about sitting in the corner was that it was kind of like getting to look behind the curtain. Or at the inner workings of a clock. Ballet took work. And then it all came together.

“Girls,” called the teacher, clapping her hands twice for attention. “Girls, ballet is about grace. We are about to go into the annual performance. We are to give to the audience sprezzatura. I want the appearance of effortless beauty. You are there to present art. The choreography, the music, it should flow through you. The audience is not interested in how many times you had to practice that phrase across the floor. They are only interested in the final result. Your goal is to make it look both flawless and easy.”

He looked it up later and discovered it wasn’t really a ballet term at all. The dictionary just defined it as “studied carelessness,” but Wikipedia gave more background:

Sprezzatura [sprettsaˈtuːra] is an Italian word originating from Baldassare Castiglione’s The Book of the Courtier, where it is defined by the author as “a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it”.[1] It is the ability of the courtier to display “an easy facility in accomplishing difficult actions which hides the conscious effort that went into them”.[2]

(Of course, it might have been helpful if he’d also noticed and remembered the following line as well:

Sprezzatura has also been described “as a form of defensive irony: the ability to disguise what one really desires, feels, thinks, and means or intends behind a mask of apparent reticence and nonchalance”.[3]

But that was an issue for the future.)

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anonymous asked:

HEllo! I thought you might be interested in knowing or sharing the fact that Café Bustelo is having an essay scholarship contest for Hispanic Americans for college :)

ah good to know! boosting this for all my latinx friends heading to college/in college

How Jane Austen Changed My Life

     The essay I wrote a year and a half ago one night from 1:00AM to 4:00AM and placed 3rd in a contest:

     The first time I was exposed to Jane Austen was through the Keira Knightly version of Pride & Prejudice.  Shortly after that I found myself buying Becoming Jane on DVD the week it was released.  With these two movies taking over the top two spots on my favorite movie lists, I figured it was time to explore the writing of Jane Austen. 

     While in the checkout line at Barnes & Noble some time before this revelation, I had stumbled upon pocket sized editions of some classics.  For a meager $4.00, my mother bought me a copy of Pride & Prejudice.  The book was at home adorning a small space on my bookshelf, while I was at college wishing it would magically appear on my desk.  I spent my winter break reading it while I had lunch breaks at work and time in the evenings.  The tiny print was hard to read, but I forced myself to continue just for some more time in Jane’s world.

     I fell in love with so many aspects of this world Jane had created.  First of all the fact that it was a reflection of society as she knew it made the story seem all the more real to me.  The way she worded everything and the dialogue that was exchanged made me long for a more proper society.  Everything was simpler, more sophisticated, and everyone had a sense of propriety that seemed to be missing in my world.  I also just could not get enough of Elizabeth and Darcy.  Their relationship not only had a tangible friction to it, but it had an innocence about it that modern day relationships, both fictional and non-fictional, most definitely lack.  I found myself wondering, even though I knew, what their next verbal interaction would be.  It was refreshing to pick up a novel that was not obsessed with physical encounters. 

     I felt a strong connection to Elizabeth in that she was not extraordinary in certain talents, but she had an appetite for books.  She was someone with whom I could closely identify.  The conclusions she jumped to about Darcy, I must say, I feel I would have done the same.  So often I am quick to judge, especially when it comes to those who appear elitist.  I have found myself stepping back every now and then to try and see the full picture of the person before me.  I know I am not getting the full story of their lives just from a small encounter.  When this occurs, I find myself smiling and thinking of Jane.

     Before returning to school, I did my research and found that another of Austen’s more beloved works was Emma.  I immediately went to the bookstore and picked up a copy.  I have started it a couple of times, only to get a few chapters in and have school work overtake my time.  One of these days Emma and I will become friends.  From the beginning of her story I found myself interested in her naïveté and I was curious as to what trouble it would get her in.  Her character is quite relatable, perhaps more so than Elizabeth Bennet, in that as humans people tend to meddle in affairs that are not their own.  We never know every side to a story, and yet we act like we do and step forward with the best of intentions to make them into something they are not.

     When I returned from break I saw that one of my roommates had the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice on her DVD rack in the living room.  She tended to be a bit possessive and OCD so I snuck the first disc out one day and took it back to my room.  I sat and watched it behind closed doors all while putting off homework, as it was a weekday.  I made myself put off watching disc two until the following afternoon.  Mainly so I could swap the discs while my roommate was not around, but also in the interest of my grades. 

     It became clear to me that during school, my sophomore year to be exact, I would not have much time for reading, especially for Jane’s novels.  I did, however, find myself in between bookshelves one day on the second floor of the library.  I found the Jane Austen section and was standing with my arms crossed and my right hand on my chin trying to decide what would be manageable reading in amongst business classes.  I found myself selecting a collection of her works that included Lady Susan, Love and Friendship, and letters she had written to friends and family.  I then found it necessary to select a biography to read.  I must have pulled three or four off the shelf and examined them.  I read the back covers, the inside covers, the table of contents, and the first few paragraphs of each before settling on Searching for Jane Austen.  I took those books everywhere with me for the next month so that when I had a moment I could read Jane’s works or something about her life.  As a matter of fact during that month the Pittsburgh Steelers were in the Super Bowl and while my friends were cheering all around me, I sat in a mushroom chair in the corner reading about Jane’s life.  The only things my friends and I shared that night were air, food, and the occasional exchange about how my book was treating me.

     Austen did something for me that four years of Honors English in high school had not been able to do; she heightened my interest in the classics.  I soon made a list of all those that I was interested in including, but not limited to, Vanity Fair, Anna Karenina, Howards End, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  I feel as though part of this was due to my growth in maturity as well as the fact that I had the freedom to choose what to read without someone telling me I had to in order to fulfill class requirements.  I recently received a Kindle for Christmas and the first books to be downloaded onto it were from this list that was inspired by my love of Jane’s works.

     When I studied abroad in Ireland my junior year, I knew that I would have to be particular about what I packed and that meant very few books.  It broke my heart to leave Pride and Prejudice behind.  I knew that my host mom loved literature, so I held onto the hope that she would have some Austen novels on her shelves.  By the time I arrived at her house, I had been awake for about twenty-four hours.  She offered me tea and brown bread but it was difficult to eat as I was a bit travel sick.  Before I went off to take a shower and a short nap, she gave me a tour of the house.  Under the staircase were bookshelves that were lined with everything from history to literature, psychology to philosophy, business to travel, and many more.  I scanned the shelves as she pulled books and made recommendations for Irish authors as well as American authors.  Finally my eyes spotted it, nestled between Chekov and Colm Toibin, Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.  In a place that was completely foreign and so far from home, I was able to find a bit of familiarity and comfort.  It was a nice common ground to share with this woman I had known for only an hour or so, but whom I would come to know better over the next four months. 

     Just last semester I found myself getting overwhelmed by a few of my courses and I again found myself on the second floor of the library pondering a certain shelf.  I had just finished watching the Lost In Austen BBC mini-series on Netflix and was in need of a couple of Jane’s works, even if it was just for a few chapters here and there to keep my sanity.  I, of course, grabbed Pride & Prejudice along with a new Penguins Classics Hardcover bound copy of Emma.  Exhaustion in the evenings often took me before I could spend time with dear Emma, but having her on my nightstand was a comfort.

     A week before finals a friend of mine from home had quoted a professor, Dr. Ayers, on Facebook as saying,  “All men should be strapped to a chair and forced to watch Pride and Prejudice and not allowed to drink a beer until it’s over, so they’ll know what real men actually look like and how they talk to women; how they treat women. By the way, I’m thinking Darcy, Bingley. Not Collins. Please, be like Darcy and Bingley, for the sake of all that is good in this world." 

     Completely enamored with the quote and the idea I reposted it and soon found myself arguing with a friend.  He said he preferred the idea of burning the movie and book in the interest of maintaining his masculinity.  I, in turn, made many counter arguments about the importance of chivalry, which can be applied to both men and women in the idea that perhaps manners and courtesy should exist in modern day society.  I also compared the book to some modern day works of fiction and made a case for good classic literature.  Needless to say, he did not have a response so I think it is safe to say I won.

     Jane Austen has changed my life in quite a few ways, most of them small in the scale of the world and Austen fanatics everywhere, but to me they are quite significant.  I find myself leaning toward more sophisticated literature, as well as arguing a case for its importance in modern day society.  I have found myself comforted time and time again by the presence of one of her most prominent works, both in the form of novel and film.  She gave me some common ground to walk on in a country where I had never set foot before.  For Christmas I received a Kindle on which I downloaded all of her works, but I also received nicely bound editions of Pride & Prejudice from my mom and Sense and Sensibility from a friend.  That friend also bought me a mug with the lovely quote from Pride and Prejudice, “I declare after all that there is no enjoyment like reading!  How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!  When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I do not have an excellent library.”  Jane is on my bookshelf and in my purse.  She is a part of my teatime and I often have movie nights centered on her life and works.  When asked what my top five favorite books are, she will always rank in that list.  She has made me realize that while getting married is part of what society expects, it is also important to know yourself and what you love. 

 

    

Essay contest entry: "The Wall"

ahh, I have found it. this was the piece that won the contest. I’m actually very unimpressed with it. really not looking forward to reading it. but I needed extra credit sooo…

Prompt:   What needs to change in America in order for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream to be realized? Focus on one thing you think should be changed and explain why and how making that change will help our country become more tolerant of differences.

totally did not follow that prompt. whatever:

We

are not

a white

community.

We are not

a black

community.

Our faces they do not shine red

they do not shine yellow not blue not purple our faces

shine human.

.

But our walls, they shine

definition

discrimination

difference.

“Who are you you’re-

different.”

Yes I am and so are you and I am proud not

because my skin is white but

because I have the ability in my heart

to not see it as

so.

.

But the walls they see my skin

they see your skin.

and these walls

they hold within them judgements

unspoken but burrowed so deep

within their history that they do not see humans

they see

colors.

differences.

.

But what can we do.

We do look different.

We are different.

.

But judgement by difference tears down the very foundation

of anything we could hope to call

community.

.

So what can we do.

We ca, my friends,

take our hearts, make them bulldozers.

Our voices wrecking balls of equality.

Our minds are our weapons,

and we have a wall to tear down.

.

We educate, communicate,

appreciate the blatant

love withing each of us that

stimulates compassion,

and acceptance.

That,

is what we must do.

Strengthen the community in a war

against intolerance and judgement.

Racism,

only holds us down.

.

But with love we are so tall

that no wall

can ever.

contain us.

again.

-ck


 
 

I guess I’m just kinda sad because I’ve worked so hard in high school. Let me vent for a while.

I first got published when I was in Gr. 8. I’ve won international poetry/essay writing contests since I was in Gr.8. In Gr. 10 got a scholarship from the fucking Canadian Government for my essay on presentism/historical interpretations.  I am the founder/president of three clubs. A writing club that has over 45 members and I organize an annual writing contest that is funded by our school and we go to local nursing homes to host writing programs. A math tutoring team for the younger kids at our school who can either practice math or study ahead. And a fundraising society (we host garage sales/drink sales) to raise money for girls’ scholarships and medical care in Uganda. All of these I started pretty early on. I’ve also written in the school newspaper since I started high school and was given the position as Senior Editor after writing for two years. I’ve logged over 370+ hours as a volunteer at my local nursing home (after 3 years of volunteering).

I’ve worked as a volunteer tutor for kids for five years.

on top of this,

  • My grade average for Gr. 9 is 97.7%
  • My grade average for Gr. 10 was 98.4%
  • My IB mark in Gr. 11 was 39/42
  • My IB mark for Gr. 12 is 42/45

The highest IB mark in our school’s twenty-something years of having IB is 42. I have that mark. 

And because I am not the model Christian student even though I am the model student, I can’t become the valedictorian. I have no chance and that really makes me sad.

100 MOST ANNOYING TYPES OF KIDS FROM WHEN YOU WERE A KID

Childhood is filled with miraculous moments of beauty and growth and an endless parade of other kids into your life who suck and who you are expected to “play with,” or listen to talk about what color karate belt they are, or introduce to the other kids at the pool party because your mom keeps telling you he feels left out. Once I met a kid who’s parents were my parents’ college friends and was given a directive immediately after our introduction to take him into my backyard and play one-on-one soccer with him, which I did for 2 hours while our parents chatted. It was a social situation more psychotically uncomfortable than any I’ve found myself in since that ripe age of 9. He kept collecting berries and leaves from the ground and saying he was making potions. I was powerless to change my circumstances. All I could do was focus on the soccer and have faith that it would be over at some point.  Most of your first decade is just a series of forced close proximity to other kids who annoy you. Here is my list of the top 100 most annoying types of kids from when you were a kid:


1) Curly-haired kids

2) Kids that had casts on their arms

3) Kids who transferred in during 3rd grade and acted like the past 3 years had never happened

4) Kids who’s families ate different types of food than yours.

5) Kids that took good care of their things and always thought everyone was going to break them.

6) Kids who always said they had brain freeze

7) Sneaky kids

8) Kids that always had rumors about them

9) Kids who were always going to be maybe left back a grade but never were.

10) Kids on your little league team that were always telling you how many outs there were.

11) Kids who always knew directions when you were carpooling

12) Kids who’s older sisters babysat you.

13) Kids who always wanted you to borrow their stuff.

14) Twins

15) Kids who’s moms always made a big thing out of everything.

16) Kids who’s moms always got them something from the ice cream man.

17) Kids who were friends with your friend and were always over their house when you went over and you didn’t even know them and had to hang out with them sometimes.

18) Kids that always thought things weren’t fair

19) Kids that knew the rules of board games too well.

20) Kids that had significant others when they were 9.

21) Kids that always asked you what you got on the test.

22) Kids who’s moms told your mom about projects you had due.

23) Kids who moved away and you never saw them again

24) Kids with food in their braces.

25) Kids who always wanted to play four square at recess.

26) Kids that always had cameras and took pictures.

27) Kids that bought $150 worth of souvenirs on field trips.

28) Kids who’s moms were friends with your mom

29) Kids who your mom thought were nice and felt bad for even if nothing bad happened to them

30) Kids who were really into horses or something.

31) Kids who didn’t have nintendo.

32) Kids who were always inviting you to the beach with their family.

33) Kids who were really good at coloring and the teacher held theirs up.

34) Kids who always called same seats

35) Kids who made origami fortune tellers.

36) Kids on your bus who’s houses were out of the way.

37) Kids who always raised their hands and asked questions during tests.

38) Kids who went to extra help.

39) Kids who always played one player games while you were at their house.

40) Kids who always asked if you could play multiplayer when you were playing one player while they were at your house.

41) Kids who couldn’t “feel the room” comedically

42) Kids who always wanted to play pranks

43) Kids who always asked you why you weren’t wearing a jacket

44) Kids that took too long to learn how to tie their shoes.

45) Girls who did Irish Step Dance

46) Kids who were always clearly lying.

47) Kids who’s birthday parties sucked

48) Kids who didn’t know your other friends at your birthday party so your mom kept telling you to make sure they were included

49) Kids who were dumb things for Halloween.

50) Kids who always went on good vacations.

51) Kids with good singing voices

52) Kids who were always sick.

53) Kids who did good science projects.

54) Kids who did shitty science projects.

55) Kids who’s moms were weird

56) Kids who had like 12 pets.

57) Kids who told you how big your splash was the second you came up from a cannon ball when you hadn’t even asked them to watch.

58) Kids that always wanted to play truth or dare.

59) Kids who’s moms always never came to pick them up from places so you had to wait with them in your moms car in the parking lot until she got there.

60) Kids who got on the local news and you had to talk about it in class.
61) Kids that were double jointed

62) Kids who were cousins with another kid in your grade.

63) Kids who’s parents brought whatever you were selling for a fundraiser into their office and sold like a trillion of it.

64) Kids who would never put their coat down as one of the goal posts for soccer at recess even if it wasn’t cold because they didn’t want people to step on their coat.

65) Kids whose whole family had weird first names

66) Kids that always broke the piñata when there was a piñata at birthday parties because they were sneaky about getting into the right spot in line.

67) Kids who just squinted during games where you were supposed to close your eyes

68) Kids that had aggressively comprehensive crayon and marker sets.

69) Kids that wouldn’t let you borrow a pen even if they had one right on their desk.

70) Kids who always had listerine strips.

71) Kids who always passed things out for the teacher.

72) Kids who asked if they could go to the bathroom when the person who was out got back when you were waiting for the person out to get back to ask.

73) Kids that loved to hang out in the nurses office

74) Kids who’s dad was the coach

75) Kids that were always telling you things about sex

76) Kids that were always testing you to see how much you knew about sex

77) Kids who were mostly friends with people from another school

78) Kids who didn’t look like how they looked in their yearbook picture.

79) Kids that were always making cards and getting everyone to sign them for people

80) Kids who were mean to the teacher.

81) Kids who never understood what the teacher was talking about.

82) Kids who had too many organizational supplies like regular folders and high-performance folders and day planners and binders who’s rings weren’t fucked up at all.

83) Kids who wouldn’t let you copy when it was reasonable

84) Kids who didn’t hold pens right.

85) Kids that always volunteered to read aloud.

86) Kids who couldn’t handle glue

87) Kids that were always telling you things and telling you not to tell anyone.

88) Kids that were always in a fight with all their friends.

89) Your cousins’ cousins from the other side of the family

90) Kids who always had something stolen from them and made a huge deal about it so the teacher made everyone put their heads down and shut off the lights so whoever took it could give it back without being seen but no one ever did so the teacher would would address “whoever took it” in front of the whole class and it felt like everyone in the class except for the kid was in trouble.

91) Kids that always wrote on the board.

92) Kids who were really into the class pet

93) Kids that didn’t go on rides at fairs and theme parks

94) Kids who cried

95) Kids who put shitty things into holiday grab bags or secret santas and didn’t even realize they were shitty

96) Kids who always threw up in the classroom

97) Kids who always won essay contests.

98) Kids who were really good at drawing but drew dumb stuff

99) Stranger kids that were staying at the same place your family was staying for vacation and you kept seeing them the whole week.

100) Kids who were moving into your house when your family was moving to a new house.

Natsume Week Bonus Day 2: Favorite Headcanon

“A box?” Shigeru repeated questioningly. He glanced over at Natsume, noticing the embarrassed gleam in his downcast eyes, shoulders hunched over. “I suppose I could grab a few from work. What do you need it for? A class project?”

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anonymous asked:

Adjacent stands at the farmer’s market AU with Klaroline trying to out do each other please :) Love your fan fics btw

Hello, lovely anon, Sorry it took me so long to come up with this… But I hope you enjoy this… :)

FARMER’S MARKET ::::

Caroline Forbes was the bane of his existence, a thorn in his side, a pain in his bloody arse and the one who would always have his heart. Klaus Mikaelson grunted angrily when he saw her already set with her stall ready. She was absolutely stunning in her sunshine yellow top and blue jeans with her hair bundled messily on top her head. A few golden tresses kissed her cheeks. He felt a bit jealous of those tresses.

For years growing up in the same neighborhood with adjacent family farms they had, had this silent competition between them.

Even as kids they always did stuff to outdo each other. When she would ride her bike he would also bring out his own and a silent race that who would go faster would ensue between them.

When Thomas had first kissed her in eighth grade he had ended up sleeping with some random girl from his art class the same day.

When he had worked his arse off to get A grade in the Essay contest she had participated in both Essay and debate competitions and had gotten an A++ in the essay and a first prize in the debate. Then had bragged about it the neighborhood lunch.

When she had decided she would take Maths major in high school he had went onto take Advanced Math classes even though he hated Math more than anything else and had ended up failing it miserably.

When time had come for them to choose a college they had both decided that they wouldn’t go to one. They would rather stay home and run the family farm. For him at the time, four years ago, it had been about showing her that he could also do the right thing by his family but he had later realized that it had actually been the right decision.

And even though their fathers were bosom friends, Klaus and Caroline never saw eye to eye.

He wasn’t late rather Miss Always On Time was freaking early. He knew she had shown up early at the Farmer’s Market so she could out-sell him like last season. This season would be his. They even competed at the Farmer’s Market that who would sell more vegetables and fruits.

Hee would at no cost let Forbes win. He set the crates he had been holding, down and she sauntered over to his side.

“Always so tardy. You know early bird catches the first worm, they teach that in middle school.” her tone haughty as she crossed her arms over her chest with a smug smile.

“I’m not late. You came early Forbes. Always so over efficient. I’m not here to catch worms by the way.” he replied and winked at her.

Then opened the folded table and Caroline swiftly moved away to avoid being hit by its edge. She hated the way he addressed her like she was a pesky kid. Too bad he had lousy manners and was well endowed in looks only with his translucent blue eyes and those dimples in a ruggedly handsome face. Dimples which her friend Sally said made a woman’s knickers wetter than monsoon rain.

She hated that she had always felt that Sally was right but she would rather drown herself in acid than admit it. Shoving back that annoying flicker of attraction for him she bit out, “You moron. You could’ve hurt me with that.”

“But I didn’t. Did I?” he asked and tried his damndest to ignore her scent which was a little floral and a little tangy today. It was something different everytime and it always left him turned on

“Nice. Real mature of you. Anyway this year like the last two years I’m gonna win.”

“You only won the last two times because you got your pet Tyler to help you. He and his group of frat boys bought stuff from you just so you couldn’t lose to me. But he isn’t here this season. I heard you two broke up.” Klaus answered with a self-satisfied smile of his own. Upon hearing about her break up Klaus had felt so happy. He hated Tyler so much, that buffoon didn’t deserve her.

“Could you be anymore insensitive and say that with a bigger smile.”

“I really could but I don’t have time to discuss your love life.”

“At least I have a love life.” she sneered.

Klaus placed a sheet over the table and looked back at her. Those loose tresses fluttered over face with the light breeze. He had the urge to pull her closer and taste those pink lips. His desires always in a turmoil when close to her.

Two ladies approached him and asked about apples. He set a few fruit baskets on the table and replied, “And I have customers.”

The women began flirting with him. It irritated the heck out of Caroline. She left in a huff and went to her own stall that was set adjacent to his.

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By midday Caroline had already sold a variety of fruits but she saw Klaus was outselling her. For the third time he had blocked one of her customers. She sat the water bottle down she had been drinking from and stormed to his side.

“You cheat. Stop stealing my customers.”

“I am not stealing them.”

“You were.”

“I wasn’t.”

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“Bill. Look they are fighting again. I think I angered God when I wished I wanted us to be family. I wanted our kids to fall in love and marry and instead they became enemies.” Mikael sighed as he saw Klaus block the tomato Caroline threw at him.

“Oooh. That’s my girl. Your son needs a good rap on his ears. He is wasting precious time he needs to ask her out already. You know I bet this is the year it finally happens.” Bill responded and chuckled when he saw Klaus threw a large lettuce leaf at her.

“You must be turning blind. Look they are still fighting.” Mikael observed.

“Maybe they need a bit of a nudge.” Caroline’s father Bill rubbed his chin.

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“You swine. You immoral asshole. How dare you tell that customer that my tomatoes are tasteless and overpriced.” the fight had now accelerated. They had begun luring customers from each other by telling them how the other was selling low quality stuff.

“My tomatoes are fresh, juicy and delicious.” she yelled through barely controlled fury as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Klaus gave her a very suggestive once over and smirked.

“I wouldn’t know. I never sampled them.”

Fire flashed in her gaze angering her even more.

“You’re disgusting.”

“What did I say?”

“You know fairly well what you meant to say. My tomatoes are fine in fact it’s your …. your carrot that’s flabby and shrivelled.” Caroline smiled haughtily. An attractive woman who was lurking around Klaus’s stall making moony eyes at him earlier gave him a wide berth and left in a rush.

“Wait a second. My carrot..”

“I’ve seen it.”

“Come on. We were ten at the time and the water of the pond was freezing.”

“Really? Is that the story you are going with?” Caroline chuckled.

“Yes. Because that’s what happ..”

Just then Caroline’s cell phone rang. She gestured at Klaus to hold on and stepped aside to take the call.

“Daddy. Where are you? I thought you were coming here today?” she asked her father on the phone.

“Sweets. I was going to but we have a huge problem.”

“What? Is everything okay? Are you okay? Do you have chest pain?” concerned she immediately asked about her father’s health.

“Oh no. Nothing like that. I am healthy as a horse. Our truck the one that was carrying the produce to the city market got into an accident. Thankfully the driver is okay but we lost all of it. And we’ve taken the advance from them. You would really have to sell all of the stuff at the market because we need money to refund them.”

“Oh god. But thank god the driver is fine. What about the money we had in the bank?”

“Ahh.” Bill had forgotten that his daughter might ask about their savings. He hadn’t thought this through he cursed himself. Then quickly improvised. “I had to loan it to a friend.”

“Okay Daddy. You take care of yourself. I’ll do my best.” she replied and gave out a sigh. She rubbed her forehead feeling tired all at once. Caroline was anxious now. How will they come up with so much money? Unless she sold everything she won’t be able to make enough. She walked back to her stall worried and stressed.

Klaus saw her walk back. Caroline Forbes never walked away from a fight especially one with him so when she didn’t come to him directly to finish off where she had left he was a bit surprised. She seemed sad and lost in thought. The sassy smile on her face was now replaced with distress and he didn’t like it.

He went to her. “Is everything okay?”

She jolted out of her troubled thoughts, “Uh. Yeah. Everything is fine.”

“Caroline you don’t look fine.”

She gave him a blank stare, “Klaus I am fine.” she tried to walk around him to pick up a new crate but he blocked her path.

“What’s wrong? And do not say everything is fine. I’m not stupid I can see it isn’t.”

When she just looked away he spat, “Do you hate me that much that you won’t even share what’s bothering you? Our fathers are best friends. We are neighbors. I’m not…”

“I don’t hate you, Klaus. I’m just a little upset. I’ll be fine in a bit. ”

“No you do hate me. You would rather ask Rebekah to help you with sixth grade art class but not me even though I was better than her. You would take Jesse your ex-boyfriend’s help with fixing your bike, who by the way cheated on you in eighth grade but not me. You would ask Tyler to help you find a new car but you won’t ask me even though my friend happens to deal in cars.” It always gutted him when she would go to freaking everybody with her problems and not come to him. True they both were extremely competitive towards each other but he had always respected her, heck she was the only one for him. So it tormented him when she never looked at him they way he was always looking at her.

She looked at him. Some unrecognized emotion swirling in his beautiful eyes. She swallowed once and then replied, “Our produce truck got into an accident. We have to sell all of this,” she gestured towards the crates, “Or we won’t be able to refund the people at the city market.”

Klaus went over to his stall and started bringing his vegetables and fruits on her’s.

“Klaus what are you doing?” she asked going after him.

“You are going to sell all of this and give them the money back. Mikaelsons won’t be selling this season.”

“But I can’t take this. This is yours.”

He put down a basket and faced her, “You said you didn’t hate me.”

“I don’t.”

“Good. Then this is all yours.” then he pushed his table and placed it right next to hers turning it into one large stall.

“Wait. Stop.” Caroline went to stand in front of him.

“Even if you don’t sell. There are still many other vegetable stalls.”

“Yeah but people know Mikaelsons and Forbes are the only two farms with the best quality. If I take my stall out they’ll only buy it from you.”

Caroline was profoundly touched by his gesture.“Why are you doing this?” she asked. They were standing very close now. His eyes fixed on hers.

“Answer this first. Why didn’t you ever come to me when you needed help? We might have been rivals but we were friends too.” her scent was teasing him. He tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I don’t know.” she couldn’t look away.

“Why?” he persisted and leaned closer.

“I didn’t want you to think that I was weak. I just… it didn’t matter what others thought about me but it mattered… it matters what you think.”

“You know what I think when I look at you.”

She shook her head and he proceeded, “I think that Caroline Forbes is the strongest, most beautiful and annoyingly perfect woman I could ever know. I think if she didn’t hate me and wanted me I would spend an eternity loving her like no other. And I think I am an idiot for telling how I feel about you like this but I have to before someone else comes into your life and I have to suffer through it.”

Klaus waited for her to break his heart. He knew he would never be so lucky as to have her as his own.

She moved even closer. Their noses brushed lightly, “But you pushed me off of a swing when we were four.”

“Haven’t you heard he pulls her pigtails because he has a crush on her.” he lightly tugged her strands.

She laughed, “You would have been my first kiss if I hadn’t seen that bitch Genevieve kiss you. I got angry and kissed this other guy.”

“Thomas. And I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. And then when I heard you and Thomas were an item I slept with this random chick…”

“Amanda.” Caroline supplied.

“Wow.” they both laughed. Klaus then grabbed her face and kissed her laughing mouth. She wound her arms around his neck. Pulling back he rested his forehead on hers. “So you were jealous of Amanda?”

“Mhmm.”

“Why?” he needed her to say it.

“Because she stole you from me. Even though we weren’t together. Even though we were supposed to be just friends you were more to me. You were supposed to be my first.”

“I may not have been your first Caroline. But I intend to be your last. However long it takes.” he kissed her again.

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Bill and Mikael saw their children embracing. Then they began selling the fruit and vegetables items together. Klaus then pulled her closer, whispered something in her ear and kissed her again. She smacked him and said something about patience since there were people around them.

“So should we tell them that the produce truck is fine and it was your surprisingly successful idea so you could fix them up together.” Mikael asked.

“No. I think we should wait until they get married. It would be a great story for their wedding day.” Bill remarked and his friend shook his head.

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The 36 Stranger Love Questions

Set I

1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?

2. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

3. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

4. What would constitute a “perfect” day for you?

5. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

6. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

7. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

8. Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.

9. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

10. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

11. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.

12. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?

Set II

13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

14. Is there something that you’ve dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it?

15. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

16. What do you value most in a friendship?

17. What is your most treasured memory?

18. What is your most terrible memory?

19. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

20. What does friendship mean to you?

21. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

22. Alternate sharing something you consider a positive characteristic of your partner. Share a total of five items.

23. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people’s?

24. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

Set III

25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, “We are both in this room feeling … “

26. Complete this sentence: “I wish I had someone with whom I could share … “

27. If you were going to become a close friend with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know.

28. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you’ve just met.

29. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.

30. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

31. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

32. What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?

33. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

34. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

35. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

36. Share a personal problem and ask your partner’s advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen.

anonymous asked:

What's the whole university thing about?

Basically, I entered an essay contest, qualified to the second phase and won the 1st place. Winning 1st means admission with 10 in an uni which is the best in Romania. Brings a lot of perks like place in the best dorms and a scholarship

When I think of “Edgeworth helping Phoenix studying to get his badge back”, of course it’s really sweet, but I think it can also turn very angsty.

Just hear me out.

For Phoenix, Edgeworth was always a genius. He was so smart as a child, he won awards for all kinds of things, like speech contests, essays, playing flute, golf tournaments. Then he became a prosecutor at an early age and kept winning all his cases. He was fluent at five languages in his mid-twenties, studying international law, and solving international cases with Interpol.

Phoenix always admired Edgeworth for being so talented. This was not a bad thing when they were both lawyers. But after spending seven years as a hobo, losing his pride and wallowing in self-pity, now he felt downright inferior to his perfect friend. Edgeworth was a successful international lawyer and the new Chief Prosecutor, while Phoenix was still playing poker with criminals. He felt like a useless trash compared to this man who used to be his “rival.”

But Phoenix didn’t know that Edgeworth thought of him as a genius too. Edgeworth saw him taking totally hopeless cases with very little time to prepare for it. But somehow he pulled a miracle and discovered the truth every time in the end. Phoenix defeated Edgeworth and both generations of Von Karma, broke the perfect records of all three of them, when he was still only a rookie lawyer. Christ, now THAT should be called the real genius.

Just like Franziska who confessed “I am no genius” in JFA, Edgeworth never actually thought of himself as a genius. Even though he achieved many things in his early age, that’s because he always tried ten times harder than other people under the strict education of Manfred. No, the true genius was Phoenix, not him. Edgeworth thought it was the greatest tragedy that Phoenix didn’t have a chance to practice his God-given talent in court for seven years.

So when Phoenix finally decided to take the Bar again to get his badge back, Edgeworth was thrilled and offered to help his study.

It didn’t go well.

Thanks to Manfred, Edgeworth was quite used to study like crazy every day since childhood. What Miles Edgeworth considered “normal” amount of study was certainly NOT normal in ordinary people’s view. It really didn’t help that Phoenix spent last seven years as a piano-playing-hobo-daddy so didn’t have any habit for sitting at a desk and studying. So when Edgeworth gave Phoenix his first assignments and told him to finish them in a week, he thought it was a bad joke. When it turned out to be real he was shocked and confused. What does Edgeworth expect from me? He must know that I really can’t do this! Is he trying to make fun of me? Torture me? Show off that he can write all of these papers so easily while I can’t?

Phoenix actually tried, but he couldn’t possibly follow the amount of study Edgeworth “normally” expected from him. Edgeworth couldn’t understand. In his point of view, he was going actually SLOW, being extremely generous compared to what Manfred expected from Franziska when she was like nine years old. He was perplexed how could Phoenix be always slacking off when Bar Exam was only few months left. How can Wright be so relaxing and carefree? Is he even worried about his exam like I do for him? Does he think that he can pass without studying? Well, he actually DID won his case without remembering anything thanks to amnesia. Talk about genius…

Then one day, Phoenix didn’t finish his work again, and when Edgeworth visited the Agency to check, he saw Phoenix playing magic tricks with Trucy instead of studying. Edgeworth calmly told Trucy to go outside and help Apollo with his case. As soon as Trucy slowly shut the door from outside, BOTH Phoenix and Edgeworth finally exploded and started yelling at each other. You are too lazy, you are a stuck-up jerk, you are the one who’s taking the exam but you’re not caring about it, who said I don’t care about it? They yelled about many things, including all those mistakes they made and the moments they hurt each other, for last seven years and before. They screamed in unison “Sorry, I’m not a genius like you!” and then “WAIT WHAT?”

So it turned out that they need a lot of talk. When Trucy finally came back, she saw her daddy and Uncle Edgeworth were busy sobbing into each other’s shoulders while blabbering some apologies about the things she couldn’t understand. She thought it would be best not to interrupt them.

After that day, Edgeworth let Phoenix study on his own. He decided that he could trust Phoenix to take his study seriously in his own unique way. Phoenix sent the result of his study to Edgeworth every week, to show that he is actually trying, that he haven’t forgotten his “special request” to put an end to the Dark Age Of Law together as lawyers.

They still thought of each other as geniuses.

And they believed that two genius lawyers could change the history together.

Because I have to stand on a soapbox in literally everything I write: AP Lit edition

Essay 1: American music originates from slave songs used to express emotions and carry on info/history, this is a cultural and personal legacy of the poet

Essay 2: Pickle and Gauntlet each wanted to have better manners to be able to condescend towards the other man, also being gentlemanly was the definition of masculinity at the time, so helping each other was their way of having a peeing contest

Essay 3: Frankenstein was rejected not for his appearance or mind, but his origins. Most people at the time were born into poor circumstances (being a disabled, poor, bastard, female, non-Christian, or non-white person was basically the cue that you were screwed). Shelley’s parents were an anarchist and the “mother of feminism”. You do the math.

did u guys know that the ayn rand institute offers a $20,000 scholarship prize (with thousands of dollars in runner up money) for an atlas shrugged essay contest??? what kind of self aggrandising bullshit tbh

why y’all be titling your posts so formally “Why I Think This Should Happen On CW’s The Flash” like pipe down junior this isn’t a fifth grade essay contest just fucking say your shit no punctuation put a tpyo in there nobody gives a shit lol

in case you’re curious, the other prizes kira’s gotten include a school essay contest in elementary school and the 200 m hurdles in middle school

all third place of course