At age 15 Jack Morrison was the youngest person on his high school wrestling team.

At age 16 he set new records in both track and swimming.

At age 18 he entered ROTC and left home to attend college.

At age 22 he graduated with honors and became an officer of the US Army.

At age 25 he volunteered for the experimental Super Soldier program and recieved biotic enhancement to his strength, speed, and reflexes.

At age 30 he served with distinction in the Omnic Crisis.

At age 32 he was tapped to become leader of Overwatch, a multinational peacekeeping task force.

At age 50 he survived an attempted coup of Overwatch instigated by the mysterious Talon Organization, led by his close compatriot Gabriel Reyes.  Having escaped the destruction of Overwatch’s HQ, he faked his death and went into hiding.

At age 51 he began acting as a rogue agent, identified only as ‘Soldier 76′ as he began attacking key points held by the Talon Organization and their affiliates in a one-man campaign to uncover the truth behind the fall of Overwatch.

At age 55 during a firefight in Greece, he was pushed off a cliff by a 19-year-old pro gamer who’d been given an advanced combat mech by the Korean government.

“Winky faaaaaaaaaace!” she called out as he fell to his death.

  • zayn:fuck whoever tells you no ! do you be proud and love lots! :)
  • me:*changes my entire life, maintains a regular gym routine and gets healthy, graduates with honors, lands my dream job, buys my mom a house, beats out donald trump for president by a landslide, thanks zayn in my inauguration speech*

                Never Too Late: 72-Year-Old Graduates College!

Even though Van McKellar (pictured) made the decision to drop out of high school in 1956, after he was home-schooled with his daughter five years ago, he decided to enroll at the Metropolitan State College of Denver. Now, at 72-years-young, McKellar has graduated from the school and wants to serve as a shining example to others that it is never too late to get an education.

McKellar is hoping that all of the hard work he put in to earning his degree will inspire his children to go to the school, “Hey, if Dad can go to college, then I can go to college.” McKellar is also hoping that his brave educational move will encourage other young people to shoot for the stars.

Mr. McKellar earned an African-American studies major and History minor degree with high honors.


#TransformationTuesday Original #BrimmerBoys

We put in days of hours of studying to make it to where we are now. As you can see, we all graduated with honors. Keep your circle full of like-minded successful individuals. We all motivated, tutored and learned from each other. My brothers.

#TeamBrimmer #BrimmerBoyz #TuskegeeUniversity #HBCU #CautionEducatedBlackMen #TuskegeeAlumni #Accounting #Finance #FutureMillionaires #YoungBusinessProfessionals

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congrats to every single black person who graduated/is about to graduate this year! whether we talking kindergarten, high school, college or whatever other kind of school! y'all did that 👏🏿🎓

so no matter if you graduated with honors or just got that diploma you should be just as proud of yourself! especially because everyone’s expecting us to fail, so you proved them all wrong!


In the last 24 hours I:
-Graduated with honors with a B.S. In Radio-Television-Film from the University of Texas
-Saw an awesome firework show and an amazing commencement speech from Admiral McRaven, one of the men responsible for finding Osama Bin Laden and bringing him to justice
-Got to introduce two of my best friends, Aaron Marquis and Josh Flanagan, to the Rooster Teeth community
-Hung out with my other best friends: JJ, Barbara, Brandon, Caiti, Jon, Kara, Adam, Miles, Kerry and the AH Crew
-Bench pressed the beautiful Kara Eberle in front of thousands
-Had my photo tweeted by one of my heroes, The Rock
-Made a WWE entrance and tore off my Hulkamania shirt, then proceeded to wrestle and diddle Aaron.. in front of thousands
-Got to interact with the greatest community of human beings on the planet, The Rooster Teeth community
-Helped raise several thousands of dollars for our men and women overseas, and hopefully made a positive impact on their lives


-Realized my dream of getting to work for the most talented, hilarious and caring company in the world, Rooster Teeth Productions.

Yeah, it was a pretty good day.


I honestly love this song in edits. When you hear this song you know your about to feel some shit

Someone asks me about high school. I smile and say, “Best four years of my life, and I have the pictures and awards to prove it, too.” Science medal, prom queen candidate grin, newspapers with my name as editor-in-chief, my boyfriend and I holding hands at the beach, graduation honors, goofy class trip poses in foreign cities, first place everythings, all packed up in boxes that I never look at anymore. High school, my glory days, my invincible youth, gathering dust in a corner of the bedroom where I practiced walking in stilettos and stared at physics equations until my brain burst with velocities and magnetic fields. The same bedroom where I punched a mirror and shattered glass cut through my fingers and to this day I still can’t quite figure out why.

Here’s the thing you have to understand: we were the popular girls because we knew how to be nice, if not particularly honest. Asking classmates for favors, sucking up to teachers, being friendly-but-not-too-friendly with the boys from the school down the road. We charmed our way to free drinks and mild punishments. Sometimes no punishments at all. God, I remember the Valium days, five of us tripping out and keeping straight faces in the principal’s office, me taking an algebra final as the numbers swam before my eyes. (I aced that exam, of course. Please. I once won a debate tournament with the audience whispering about how my boyfriend cheated on me, I could pass a stupid math test while high.)

Why Valium? I don’t know. Why smuggled liquor in water jugs and muscle spray on handkerchiefs and smoking behind the bleachers? Anything to make time go faster, anything at all. We were the cool kids, we were the socialites, our names were electric, crowds went wild. We were the popular girls because we were pretty. I blowdried my hair upside-down every morning to give it volume; blood rushed to my head and pounded in my ears. Jessica slept with a clothespin on her nose like Amy in Little Women. Grace sucked on chicken bones instead of eating. We knew that we had to suffer in order to be beautiful and that we had to wait five minutes before texting a boy back. I was someone’s prom date four times, at four different schools, and each time I slathered whitening lotion under my arms and skipped lunch for weeks so that I could saunter into ballrooms with my chin up amidst the never-ending chorus of oh-my-God-that-bitch.

High school was starving for calories and attention. Every girl who talked to the boy you liked was the enemy. Every girl with the better grades and the more expensive purse was the enemy. Your best friend was the enemy, if someone remarked that she was prettier than you. Rumor mill, knives in the back, slurs carved into desks and etched on bathroom walls, all of us avoiding Therese like the plague even though it was Katrina’s boyfriend who had forced the kiss, sloppy and sudden and it doesn’t matter if you pushed him away, you’re not a friend, you’re one of the sluts. Why did we all do that to one another? Why did we take such vicious delight in tearing one another down? What kind of age is fifteen to be yanking your classmate’s hair from her scalp because she said you looked like a man without makeup?

I remember the bathrooms most of all. Our heels clicked on the tiles and water dripped every few seconds because someone was always washing her face or gargling out luncheon-meat breath. We powdered our noses and gossiped and giggled, pretending not to hear muffled vomiting behind a locked door. Bulimia was gross but your thighs touching was even grosser. Anne’s friends hugged her by the faucets because someone spray-painted “Anne is a whore” in huge block letters on the front gates of our school. Denise took the abortion pill in the second stall and cleaned the mess with her cheerleading jacket, but the muddy, metallic smell stuck around for a week.

I remember the boys, too. They’d wait in the parking lot, leaning against their flashy cars, gangly and delinquent and we were so in love. Every Valentine’s Day was a competition, who gets the most extravagant bouquet, who gets the biggest box of chocolates. Having a boyfriend meant that you were desirable, that you had worth in the world, and so what if the taste of his cum makes you gag and he doesn’t clip his fingernails and it hurts, at least you get to brag about those shitty roses and those chocolates that you’re never going to eat because he’ll dump you if you get fat. Sixteen years old and down on my Catholic knees and trying to remember the tips in Cosmopolitan as I did what good girlfriends do. The only thing worse than being a slut is being a tease, you know? Sometimes they didn’t like being reminded I was smart, so I’d bat my eyelashes and giggle about how chemistry was, like, so hard. As I said, it was all about knowing when to be nice, and also when to be dumb and when to play the game and when to throw other girls under the bus. I had to do all of that because I wanted love.

“You’re so lucky,” someone tells me. “You were popular in high school. You had it so easy.”

And, yeah, okay, maybe I did. Maybe I was luckier than most. But high school is the reason I don’t have mirrors in the bedroom and miss the false euphoria of going days without carbs. Denise’s ex-boyfriend always hits on me whenever I’m home from college and I always think, I know what your dead baby smells like. I look back and it’s always the pain that I remember first, until the other things bob to the surface and assure me that, yeah, wild child, party girl, heartthrob, Miss Honorable Mention, best four years of your life. Looking back, I can’t believe we all made it out alive.

I think about the girl I used to be and it’s like watching someone else. The spelling bees, the stumbling home, guzzling coffee to stop growing taller than half the boys in town, comparing cup sizes in bathrooms, not talking to the nerds, one party after another, staking out territory in cafeterias and shopping malls, all of that feels like it happened to someone else. Someone else fought a silent war at fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. If I could go back in time I’d probably find the younger me at a club, with the fake I.D. and the smile like she’s got it all figured out. Who is this person, this child, so hungry and brittle, mouthing along to a song she doesn’t even like? I want to tell her, “None of this is going to matter in five years.”

I want to say, “I’m sorry for what I did to you, and to every girl you did it to. We thought we were so cool. We thought victory was someone else crying in those goddamned bathrooms. It’s okay to be a little different. It’s okay to eat a slice of pizza without scraping off the cheese first. You can say no to cute boys, and the ones who really matter will respect that. If you don’t stop this now you’ll end up in a hospital with bandages on your wrists and charcoal in your stomach.”

But that girl, that old version of me won’t listen, because some stories have to be written the hard way and some battle scars have to be earned. Every teenage girl knows the world is out to get her and maybe it is and she has to get knocked down in the arena once, twice, a hundred times. That was high school. That was growing up.

So this is what I would say instead: “I’m waiting. I’m here. Right now you think happiness is looking like a supermodel and getting top marks on quizzes and having so many friends that it makes you feel lonely, but, when you finally get it together, I’m on the other end of that long tunnel that you have to claw your way through. Someday you’re going to be the person who’s writing this. You’ll make it, Miss Most-Likely-To.”

And maybe that younger girl, that other me, will roll her mascara eyes and flip her hair the way she’s seen on T.V., the way she’s practiced it alone, in secret, and she’ll walk away on those high heels that she once almost broke an ankle in. And I’ll watch her go, with fear and with love and not without a little admiration. Sixteen years old and full of guts and thinking she’s got it all planned out.

I hate you sometimes, but there are also times when I think I wouldn’t have given you up for the world. Pretty girl, Queen Bee, gritting your teeth through cramps and braces and clumsy sex because part of you always knew that you were meant for greater things. I can’t believe you were ever me. There are times when I miss you dreadfully.

—  Notes From A Former High School Mean Girl by Thea G.

#blackexcellence #blackout

I’m graduating with a 3.9 GPA (Summa Cum Laude) , a member of the National Honor Society and Spanish Honor Society, a full scholarship to college plus an additional $14k from local scholarships to pursue a degree in pharmaceutical sciences.

Don’t EVER allow anyone to discourage you from being successful.


anonymous asked:

college tips?

hmm. Well, here are some things I do

1. take good notes (especially the first time), get into the habit of paying attention in class by always keeping your hand moving as long as the professor is saying new things- action can keep you stay focused and awake

2. keep up with the reading, you’ll thank yourself later as you don’t have to go back and read something for the first time before the test

3. go to class, or do what I do and practice strategic skipping if you need to, but never go over your number of ‘freebies’ that teachers often give, that will bite you in the ass

4. regular sleep schedule, it’s hard but worth doing, numerous studies show that sleep helps you process information and keeps your hormones in balance. Doing homework in the morning is also a really good practice

5. flashcards/rewrites/summarizing, do what works best for you but I find continually condensing my notes into ever shorter points helps me study for tests and is a quick memorization tool

5. try to exercise regularly, same as sleep, college is stressful going out to just take a walk or playing an easy sport you like can really lift the burden 

6. try clubs/activities to make friends, I made friends in college by joining speech and debate and then mock trial, among other things, meeting people can be hard but taking the first step can always open the way

7. eat, Honest, I don’t eat that well and I really should, but cooking can be a nice break from studying and productive! So like, cookbooks and roommate cooking together can be helpful and fun

8. go to office hours, TAs and teachers are scary but one of the best things I learned to guarantee doing well is going to them, they are there to help and school is about you doing well, don’t be afraid to look stupid, school is about you and only you

9. find where you study best, designating a couple places to go just to get your head in the study zone can help systematically bring you back to a place of concentration

10. get into a rhythm, combine all these things into a consistent pattern and it makes surviving the grind easier, honestly college is more of an endurance sport than a sprint so grit your teeth and throw yourself into it!

I hope that helps! I’m a pretty good college student, so if you have any other questions feel free to ask

After trying to get my first tattoo for over a year I finally got it on March 22nd. It is the promise mark from the book series Vampire Academy. The guardians get this tattooed on them one they are done with their training to show they are a real guardian and ready to be one. I relate to this book series greatly and so I decided I wanted it for graduating high school, to remind myself that I worked hard to graduate with honors and that I’m ready for the real world and of course to give myself something geeky that I love so much. There are at least two more tattoos to come after this one and I just can’t wait for them now.

Done by Brandon at Ink Driven in Indianapolis, Indiana. Check out his instagram, he’s super talented.

Male Katie Ledecky Distracted By Parenthood?

Male Katie Ledecky, Michael Phelps, was spotted at the Rio Olympics, distracted by his family. After winning his first gold medal of the night, Phelps ran to the stands to give his fiancee, Nicole Johnson, and son, Boomer, kisses before his final race of the night. Johnson graduated with honors from University of Southern California, with experience in finance, communications and marketing. She was also Miss California. 

Many worried that Phelps’ status as a working father will detract from his training. 

*photo of new father, Phelps, once again distracted in the water*

Katie Ledecky went on to get her second gold of the Rio games in the 200m Freestyle. The US Girls Gymnastics team, Aly Raisman, Gabby Douglas, Madison Kocian, Laurie Hernandez, and Simone Biles, now known as the Final Five, got the gold in the All Around Team Final. Phelps also got another medal.