Don’t be distracted by the title of Netflix’s latest, button-pushing TV series, Dear White People.
Because, one look at this insightful, irreverent examination of race and society at an Ivy League college reveals it really doesn’t focus much on white folks at all.
Indeed, the title Dear White People is a bit of a head fake. This slyly assembled series is really about how a wide range of black and brown students at the fictional, predominantly white Winchester University deal with race, sexual orientation and other identity stuff in the modern age.
The show begins with a focus on the curiously-named Samantha White, head of the Black Student Union at Winchester. She’s also host of a provocative, socially-conscious campus radio show called Dear White People, which often speaks out on how students of color feel marginalized at the school.
So there was this rlly amazing sister that would always end up in the prayer room at the same time as me. She would always pull treats out of her bag and wouldn’t let you leave without sharing some with her because she wanted to reward of sharing and eating together. She was honestly one of the kindest and warm people I have ever met in my life.
I didn’t see her for a while so I figured she left or moved or something… But one day a close friend if hers stopped me on my way to class and told me she had passed away. She didn’t have any family and lived alone… So can you guys do me a huge favour and pray for her? Her name was Maryam
Well maybe for some people school started last week but still I hope this post it’s helpful. I had a lot of experiences with backpacks through my highschool years and now in college/ university.
For me the most comfortable way of carrying all my necessities is a backpack and not a bag, here is why:
- Backpack are comfortable and have so much more space
- They come in all shape and sizes and are customizable.
- Easy to wash and a little less expensive.
- No pain on your shoulder or arm because of the heaviness of a bag.
Now for the reason of the post, this for me are the essential things you should have:
- Notebook/iPad: for taking notes and searching in class.
-Journal: for the important dates and thoughts.
-Stationary: Pens (Stabilo, Pilot G2, Muji, Zebra, Staedtler), markers (Sharpie, Zebra Mildliner), washi tape, erasers, sharper, mini stapler and pencils.
- Book of preference: this will help to kill time through your free periods. (Mine right now is Inferno by Dan Brown)
-Water and energy: Remember to carry your bottle of water and some snacks for boosting your energy like energy bars (personally I like Nature Valley), blueberries, cranberries, some cookies, etc…
- Bag of makeup: I’m no the kind of persons who likes to have this item on her bag but it’s a life saver for emergencies, in it I have: compact powder, the lipstick or lipbalm, mascara, Kleenex and tiny container (like those round of Nivea for creams or balm) with Vaseline, this odd container with the Kleenex will help you if you have a smudge mascara and even if you made a mistake with your brows.
-Headphones: for studying, canceling noise or just simply killing time with good music or audio book.
This is what i carry on my backpack, believe me it’s so much easier if your use one and not a bag for example: I have a friend that loves her Nine West giant bag and use it for school but she complains about the weight of her things (laptop included), yes bag are pretty and make you look girly but they are a pain in the ass and you don’t want pain or marks on your shoulders specially on those long days.
So my advice girls is if you don’t feel comfortable with a backpack like Jansport or Kanken types find a Instagram one like this ones, comfort doesn’t mean ugly.
Things are so so SO close to getting back to normal–this time next month, I’ll be back to teaching. Today was really great though, because I had a meeting to attend of the newly formed LGBTQ+ Employee Resource Group. Even in that safest of spaces, I just couldn’t bring myself to wear my wig, so I went without. Still, I used my female name and pronouns, which was super validating.
Long story short, the group formed out of an experience I had meeting with the faculty head of the student LGBTQ+ Center late last year; I had just begun my transition and was hoping to have a faculty LGBTQ+ group to attend. She told me that we didn’t have anything like that, so she ran my concerns by HR and, well, now we do and I’m a founding member! 😄
So yeah, this was our first official meeting where we put together our mission statement, started putting together a budget proposal, and all that kind of stuff to get recognized as an official resource group. The best part? We had to appoint member positions, like Head Chair and Treasurer, and I volunteered to be the Secretary, meaning my job is to take notes during each meeting. Now, most of the other members (including myself) are Liberal Arts/English faculty, so we changed my title to Scribe, because we’re nerds like that. Then, it was during my drive home that it hit me–I’m the trans scribe!!! 🤣
lily evans was no idiot. she was top of her class, star potions student, head girl, and a favorite of teachers and students alike. she prided herself on her intellect and wit, her sensitivity to both academic and emotional subjects. lily evans was exposed to, from a very young age, the cruelty of human nature. there were burgeoning signs, warning hints of deeper hurt–from tuney, from severus–and as she grew, as she married james potter and joined the order, she was exposed to even more. she suffered the treachery of peter pettigrew, mourned the loss of dead friends, and lived the last few months of her short life in hiding, in a remote, small home in godric’s hollow.
when voldemort came for harry, she still screamed, have mercy! she must have known, logically, that there was no chance for such mercy, that her pounding heart was overpowering her level head. the last breath she had, the last thought she possessed, was a blind, desperate hope for lord voldemort, master of a cruel heart and an even colder soul.
she believed, in higher things. in love, and mercy, and justice, somewhere, somehow, in the universe. maybe she was foolish, maybe she was young. but maybe, just maybe, she was so good and innately strong that in her last moments, her last, most terrifying times, she was able to beg for mercy. she was able to expect it. and though she would not be granted such mercy, she still believed in it. somewhere. somehow. there would be mercy in this world.
“It’s Hanzo’s fourth year of college and it is supposed to be as calm as the years before. But unfortunately, Genji thwarts his plans by, instead of working, only going to clubs and getting drunk. Since they both share one apartment, it’s on Hanzo to pay the rent. Of course, information like this doesn’t get past Hana, his best friend, who suggests that he start working at the Maid-Café she works at. Initially, Hanzo refuses. He has a reputation to lose as the head of the Student Council. However, after a visit to the café, his opinion changes and he starts to work under Angela and Reinhardt. But, as fate would have it, Jesse McCree of all people, pitcher for the Baseball team and Hanzo’s personal archenemy, finds out his secret identity…”
There’s a couple in our [student/teacher] tag! Honestly one of my favourite fic tropes! I wish there were more… 10/10 will bribe authors with chocolate. I don’t think these are all necessarily smut, by the way.
Catnip Summary: Levi’s having a shitty day, somehow he ends up in a cafe filled with old ladies wearing cat ears, then suddenly Eren comes out dolled up in tights and a skirt and cat ears. Levi gets horny.
Further Inappropriateness Summary: Eren almost dropped his phone at those words, and quickly bit down on his left hand to stifle the moan that threatened to escape him. Oh how he wanted what Levi was promising him right now. Looking up at the front of the class room he tried not to squirm at the heat in Levi’s eyes as they rested on him. He could feel that gaze stripping him naked where he sat in a class room full of his peers.