everything i learned in college

anonymous asked:

You do so much for Thomas' videos. Damn, how do you pull it off? Did you learn how to do special effects and stuff in highschool/college?

I’ve learned almost everything I know about editing from @tallykat3

EDIT: I guess I didn’t answer your other question, but yeah, a good chunk of my time and energy is dedicated towards helping Thomas with his videos. I guess pull off a lot of what I do because I’ve had lots of practice, and because I have the privilege of working with talented people like Thomas and Talyn.

What being autistic means to me

For me, being autistic means being extreme. There is no way to explain it differently.

I am extremely human.

In many ways, I’m very rational. I rely a lot on my thinking and well, I think a lot. I am extremely interested in getting knew knowledge and in discussions about almost anything I can get extremely opinionated. I am very direct and honest. I speak my mind. I love solving problems which is why I often get extremely involved in them. I can spend hours studying for college – because I love everything I learn so much. Because I like to understand things. I have an extreme eye for details, patterns and logical connections. I am very analytical and I love analyzing – I can focus so perfectly on it that it almost feels like I never think anything else. I am philosophical, I like taking many and different approaches. I rather collect and connect the details myself than see the whole picture. I think extremely often about myself and analyze me and my behavior a lot. I talk to others about it and take their opinions into account. I try to learn about myself and improve through that. I am dedicated to take as many details as possible into account and connect them with each other. And it feels like I’m making progress every day, even if it’s just a little and even though it sometimes might need a few setbacks.

But I can be extremely emotional as well. I am so unbelievably passionate about the things that mean something to me. I can see beauty everywhere, in the strangest places. I can feel deeply. Sometimes, I like people so much because they approach me in the right way. Because of how I can speak to them. I enjoy their presence. But I can get extremely overwhelmed, too. I stress easily and worry a lot – about myself, others and just life in general. Sometimes I feel so strongly that I can’t describe it or even become numb. I love deeply and I love a lot of things. With all my heart. In my honesty, there is often a lot of kindness as well. I can get really involved in music, stories, art and people, even to a point of dedication.

I am extremely sensitive. I hear too many sounds and they are way too loud. Some of them even hurt – like a police siren, or the sound of chairs moving across the floor. And all these noises are tiring. Light blinds me extremely. You can easily scare me or make me jump. I am extremely ticklish. I can be sooo picky about my food, you wouldn’t believe it. And I am very aware of every aspect of my body, even though I can be extremely insensitive to pain. Sometimes it all gets overwhelming – then I often need to either sleep or cry.

For me, being autistic means being extreme. Extremely human.

ID #17406

Name: Kayla
Age: 17
Country: United States 

Heyy. I’m Kayla 😊. I’m from South Carolina, where sweet tea prevails and everything is better fried. I’m 17 years old. My current plan is to go to college, then join the Marine Corps. I’m a free spirit and can openly conversate about just about anything. I’m down with the feminist, LGBT, , and black empowerment movement and others that support inclusive equality. I also love to just enjoy life, learn new things, and meet new people. I’m very confused about almost everything in my life still. I don’t know what else to say lol

Preferences: Preferably people around my age range

Things I Learned in College

I’ve been a college student for three years now and for this coming first sem of school year 2017-2018, gladly I will become a senior. The idea of college wasn’t valuable for me before. I thought it would be just like how high school embraced me. I thought college was only about whatever field you enroll yourself, new friends, dramas, and stuff just like what high school was about.

For three years of setting foot on college, back-and-forth from home to school, and being hopeful that at least I would survive this student life, I realize that all my thoughts about college were all wrong. Filtered with paper works, challenges about reports, and nerve-cracking demonstrations, college is totally a not-joke thing. Yes, I thought about that, for the first time in my life I took schooling seriously and all thanks to college.

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Who are you when you’re alone?

1: magician

To be a wandering magician is to court danger, sometimes even without realizing it. A magician survives by knowing more than others do, more even than by magic or because of the talents that make one a magician. I’m always wary of what happens because of Jay: he’s eleven from far Outside the universe and his desire for adventures possibly eclipses his talent for making bindings. Which is why I’m always caution when he suggests thing, waiting to see how the universe shapes itself away from them or how Jay bends everything toward himself without even realizing it.

Charlie is human, a god-eater with a god inside her, but still human. We have both spent so long being and dealing with Jay that sometimes I forget how dangerous she can be, also unknowing. She suggests Chinese, which includes fortune cookies. Jay is naturally all about the buffet and cookies as part of that, happily eating enough for six adults. I catch up on mundane things with Charlie – she’s pestering me to watch more TV that is just TV, to find outlets where I can just be me.

I remind her of what happened when she got Jay to watch Star Wars, and get a middle finger in reply. I grin, open my fortune cookie without even thinking. I have been a magician for over ten years, which is why the grin holds when I reach the fortune.

Charlie has known me for five. “Magician?” she says quietly.

“Nothing. I think.” I pocket the fortune, ask if she can keep an eye on Jay, walk outside. ‘Who are you when you’re alone?’ the fortune asked. It is at least not a weaponized koan. I have no idea what fortune Charlie or Jay have, and odds are Jay would notice if I tried to remove or change theirs. And have questions. I leave them to their own fortunes and wander side roads of the town. A broken drain here, a piece of missing pavement there, a lost ant needing help over here. I reach out with the magic, gently push things back in place as I walk. A house missing the owners is tagged for Jay to visit, an argument in another gently lessened as I pull some of the anger, giving it to another person who can never hold anger as long as they should.

I am alone, and I and the magic both answer the fortune: I am the wandering magician, no matter if I am alone or with others. Charlie keeps wanting me to do normal things, but I don’t think I have that normal in me anyone. The magic needs to be used as much as I need to use it. For every great and terrible thing I have done – and there have been too many of those by far – it is the small magics I enjoy. The little miracles no one notices. The gentle touches to the skin of the world to soothe things.

I am no longer certain I could stop doing that, stop being that, even if I tried. It’s no longer merely duty, it was never honour. Who am I when I’m alone? Always the same as I’ve ever been. Moving in the darkness, though never away from the sun. I carry the magic, it carries me. It’s enough. Enough is more than most people get.

2: Charlie

I watch the magician walk outside, feel the distance between us. Sometimes he has to do just – go, though not in ways that break bindings with Jay. (Never that, not ever again.) Jay is getting more food and people are staring but also not noticing on some level. He hides that he’s not human, and it works even when he does things humans don’t do. I tell him I’m going out for a walk and he just nods. Trusting me, taking me at my word since that’s what Jay does. The fortune cookie crumbles in my hand without my noticing the fortune a single question: ‘Who are you when you’re alone?’

Alone. I haven’t been alone, not often. There’s the god inside me, but it’s hard to know where it ends and I begin anymore. Mostly, I don’t think about that. I’m not a magician, but I have some power, and more skill than others like me do. I can drain gods of energy to temper them, destroy those who try and be more than a god can be. I’m not bound anywhere, not beholden to any law. It makes me useful, and useful seldom gets time to be alone before others seek you out. Wanting things, needing even more than they want.

I’d like to think I’m still the Charlie I was before I met the magician. The goth girl who could pretend the world was normal, who thought the darkness was safer than the light. Now I know that different isn’t the same as safe. Nowhere is safe, not really. And every week, every month, everything I learn and am takes me further from the normal world. College? University? Even the wandering magician has given up flat-out suggesting I consider that.

Jay is from far Outside the universe, and he passes for human better than I do some days. I try not to think about it. It’s too easy to get angry. Even alone, I’m too quick to give into darkness. Where do I end? Where do I begin? Even alone, I have no way of knowing. Even alone, I’m never free from the choices I’ve made. I light a cigarette. Sometimes it helps. On the bad days, I don’t think this was my fate. On the bad days, I think the wandering magician made me into a god eater and bound the god inside me to protect the world from me.

I’ve never told him that. I have no idea what he’d say.

I have no idea if I ever mean it.

3: Jay

Charlie and Honcho leave the buffet, which means even more food for a Jay so I have third helpings of sixth helping and maybe sneak a few more plates when no one is looking cuz I’m kind of maybe hungry a lot! After, they lock the kitchen up and I know Charlie and Honcho would be cross-face if I did bindings to sneak into the back to get more food even if I only got one fortune cookie and I have lots of jaysome fortunes. So I open it, and read it and it’s pretty confusling for a Jay.

“Who are you when you’re alone?”

I scratch my head, and turn to find me sitting across the table. Mostly, older-me doesn’t visit much and I’m not allowed to think about why. There’s sadness in his eyes jaysome doesn’t hide, part of him that’s so away from me I’m not sure how to get there at all.

“I’m Jay,” I say happily.

“I know.” And I’m really good at sounding dry like Honcho when I’m fifteen. Older me reaches out a hand, reads the fortune as well. “I try and keep an eye on you, just as you come into the future to visit me sometimes.”

“Uh-huh! I am pretty jaysome at that but! it kinda means the fortune makes no sense cuz I’m not alone?!”

“You are sometimes. There are whole days I never look back on, at any age. Sometimes out of a sense of deep embarrassment.”

I stick my tongue out at me. “You should come by more often, since Charlie and Honcho don’t see you much and –.”

And things go funny. I think I learn something, but older-me does a binding so I forget it. I think maybe he has to do that a lot, which is why he doesn’t visit much?

He stands. He moves away from me like I’m some kind of sun. “There are –.” He is silent. The silence isn’t jaysome. “I should go. I just wanted you to know it all turns out all right.”

“Oooh! That means I can sneak into the kitchen and have a snack?”

“No. I meant, more in general. But there are times you are alone, and you can think about that.”

And he’s gone, and no one noticed him. I head outside. Sometimes future-me gets pretty weirdy. Who am I when I’m alone? I’m a Jay who is jaysome and nothing changes that!

lazycupcake  asked:

HELLO!! I really love your art! I just wanted to ask something- I wanted to take illustration in college once I'm done with high school, so do you mind giving an outline of what exactly you're expected to do? Bc that will be really helpful to me, thank you!

Hi there!! I just took a drawing course here in Portugal. The thing is, for me at least, i had huge expectations about my college, i had this idea that i would learn everything i needed there, like “When i finish college ill be a boss at drawing”.

When i got there i was very disappointed, cause none of my teachers was there to teach me how to draw. They where there to give me work to do, so i blamed my school for failing at drawing for 2 years and did nothing to improve myself. What i want to say with this is that no matter how good your teachers are none of them will draw for you, you have to work and learn mostly by yourself. So start searching for nice books and tutorials to learn at the same time you work for college.

About my course my classes are mostly geometry, art history, drawing and live model drawing. My favorites are concept art (this one is really important so that you can learn how to develop your ideas), illustration (i had too choose this one) and comic :D

things to keep in mind:

-you don´t need to draw digital to be an illustrator, but its important to learn if you want to find a job easily in your future

- practice makes it perfect, get a sketchbook and try to do a bunch of studies everyday

- you will meet a lot of people with amazing skills, don´t be shy and talk to them, i learned a lot from my colleges (even more then with my teachers)

- you will need to get a lot of different materials to draw and sometimes they are expensive

- if you find a teacher you really like ask if you can stay in his classes, in your free time, and work beside him. I do this with my digital art teacher, i go to college everyday at 10 a.m to be in his classes even though mines start at 2pm. I work beside him and he will guide/correct me while i work :D

i think thats it, if you need any more help feel free to dm me AND THANK YOU SO MUCH \ ( + - + )\

thephilosophicalsheep  asked:

Is it all right not to have an economic position yet? I mean, I want to use college as an opportunity to learn everything I can and then decide for myself what'll be best for everyone.

yeah it’s fine. better to be informed and figure yourself out tbh

lovemelikesunday  asked:

Prompt: greaser Bellamy and women's college/med school Clarke. Basically 50's au pls!

I have a serious weakness for greaser aus.  So much so that I’m going to fill a few other prompts in this universe too.  However, a disclaimer: everything I know about greasers I learned from The Outsiders and everything I know about women’s colleges I learned from The Bell Jar and Franny and Zooey.

Clarke perched on the low brick wall that separated Arcadia College for Women from the bustling street and popped the top button on her cardigan.  Harper sat down on her right and nudged Clarke with her shoulder.  “He’s back,” Harper whispered.

Clarke smothered a smile and kept her gaze trained on the corner where he leaned against his car, biceps bulging as he crossed his arms across his chest.  “He is,” she confirmed.  His dark hair glinted in the late afternoon sun, his teeth flashing as he laughed at a friend’s joke.

Monroe sat down to Clarke’s left.  “He’s back,” she grinned.  “You going to do something about it today?”

Clarke reached into her bag and pulled out an apple.  “I am.  Wish me luck, girls.”  She jumped down and slung her bag over her shoulder as strode calmly down the street, her skirt swishing while she walked.  He clapped one of his friends on the back as the other man left, leaving him alone.  Clarke bit into the crisp apple and chewed slowly, letting the tart taste wash over her tongue.  

He watched her approach, all dark eyes and a dangerous smile.  “What can I do for you, princess?” he drawled.

Clarke took another bite of her apple and made him wait.  “You’re here a lot,” she observed, almost like she was bored.

“So are you,” he pointed out, reaching over and plucking the apple from her hands.  His fingers brushed against hers and she fought down a shiver.  He bit into the apple and smirked as he chewed.  “Bellamy, by the way.”  He held the apple back out to her and she accepted, pointedly taking her next bite directly from where his mouth had been.


“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, stepping close.  She refused to back down, even when he trailed his finger down her jaw and lifted her chin up.  He smelled like gasoline and leather and made her heart pound against her ribcage.

She met his gaze evenly and then tipped her head toward the car.  “After you.”

I’m so high from life, or maybe coffee, perhaps good kisses. My hair is finally long and messy again. I don’t care if my job thinks men should have short hair. I am fantastic and sexy. I’m smart, and I’m learning. I go to college to learn that everything I’ve ever assumed was wrong and yet so fundamentally right. I need to find the facts, and so far professors will rarely speak it. It’s hidden in connotations in textbooks, but they can’t flat out say it. Everything about me is changing, because for my entire life I’ve been hiding who I am and trying to be liked. Now I know how to be myself and not care if I’m disliked, or better yet get others to like who I am. I love the leaves turning brown, I love the rainy weeks we’ve been having. I’m enamored. My mental health is at high this September. I hope no one pops my bubble, but I believe ideas are tangible and valuable. Is the world changing with me or am I changing alone? 

W/e I don’t care because I’ve met someone who knows my soul and will be on the same level as mine no matter what happens. Fucking resilience. 

I want more coffee. Also, I bought pumpkin seeds.


Hey friends so the other day I waited to meet fall out boy at the hotel/airport for almost 24 hours (yes) and I eventually got to meet Pete wentz and he high fives me and said he was glad I made it and I got to watch him talk about everything you could imagine for an entire hour in trinity college (I learned so much from him honestly) and I made friends with the visual tech guy Eric at the hotel who gave me andys used drumsticks at the end of the concert and it was a great time

This isn’t anything new, but after having a conversation with someone I’ve grown more passionate about our educational system. There are classes that are more important than advanced trigonometry. 

We need classes on taxes, interaction with police, climate change, cooking and other household duties, sex education, social skills, history of the world(from other perspectives), music and so much more. 

Of course this a pipe dream and of course this isn’t a new thought, but I wanted to share. It’s terrible to know that at the age of 20, everything I learned of some importance I learned on my own or at college. I shouldn’t have had to be lost and blind to the world until I was legally an adult. 

girafffing  asked:

So I'm still in college but I'm teaching at a camp this summer and I'm working really hard but I notice that when my lessons don't go as planned, I start freaking out and dreading teaching those classes because I don't want them to go poorly again. I'm just wondering if you have advice on recovering from a less-than-ideal class and moving forward, other than to just suck it up and keep trying haha

Suck it up and keep trying.

The good thing is that you recognize the lesson didn’t work.  I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen teachers keep doing a lesson that does’t work/is boring/is outdated just because it’s what they’ve planned and they either don’t want to do the work to change it or they’re afraid of leaving their comfort zone.  

there was a time when I taught speech four times a day.  Period 1 would get the roughest version of a lesson, but period 7 had smooth sailing, because I had slowly worked out the bugs throughout the day.  I used to joke that Period 1 got the dress rehearsal and 7 got the closing night.  

I also found that of everything I learned in college, what made a significant impact on my teaching was the year and a half I spent performing improvisational comedy.  It was literally thinking on my feet in front of an audience.  So on those days when a lesson didn’t work, or I underplanned and still had 15 minutes to fill, I didn’t feel like a baffoon winging it.  (It doesn’t mean what I did was golden, but at least I tried.)

I remember I once had a professor dock me on a lesson plan I turned in because I didn’t note my transitions, or how long it would take to do tasks–even how long it would take to pass out papers.  She also criticized me for having a “If time allows” section because she said if I planned accordingly, then no time would be allowed and I’d be teaching bell to bell.  When It took this to my host teacher at the time, she laughed her ass off at my professor.  She told me 1.  I did exactly what a real teacher would do in planning for extra time, and 2.  No one writes lesson plans that detailed in the real world after college.  (And she was right, at least in my employment history.)  

A plan is a plan.  That’s why we say pl*n your lesson.  Because it may not go as planned and you have to be willing to deviate or let it fall apart if you are going to cling tightly to your plans.  The tigehter you cling, the more it’s going to fall apart.

4812) I used to have a great relationship with my dad. We grew apart over the years yet he pays for everything; rent, bills, groceries, college tuition, and even my HRT. I just learned today he sees me as a moocher and thinks I don't love him. I don't blame him as I'm awkward around him now. I'm such a bitch. Dad, I don't hate you. I just don't know how to fix a broken relationship and be your daughter rather than your son at the same time. I want us to be close again. I'm sorry, Dad. I love you.