how i thought i was going to be in high school

fun fact about me: back in like junior year of high school when i thought i was going to go to berklee i carefully planned out how many hours id need to spend practicing guitar in order to reach 10,000 hours and get in and. it was too many hours. still working on it tho

My worst fear on a test? The feeling of getting an exam paper in front of me, and not being able to remember anything, while back at home when reading the book I thought I knew everything. Sounds familiar? In that case, it may help to try these techniques. They help you practice retrieving information, rather than being familiar with the concepts you are studying. These have helped me loads, and I’m actually pretty convinced that these techniques are better than many others I used to apply, like rereading and regular summarizing. Hopefully they work for others as well :)

1. Summarise… in questions.

How do you do it? Instead of writing down facts, you convert facts to questions. Underneath the these, you answer them in your own words. This is technically the baby of summaries and flashcards. Don’t do this with every small fact, but rather convert several to one question, and omit the less important things always. You’re not going to remember every detail and most teachers don’t require you to (of course if they do, study them lol) .

Why would you do it? It is proven that asking yourself questions about the material enhances understanding and remembrance. Additionally, you can instantly quiz yourself on the material. Only reading your summary is not going to help you much with remembering, but actively retrieving information is! Also, when you’re reading and summarising the textbook throughout the semester, you’re already getting your study material for the test ready => less stress and work for when you gotta study.

2. Teach your peer / pet / pillow

How do you do it? Explain key concepts (many books provide these at the beginning or end of the chapter) to anyone who wants to listen. Don’t have anyone who wants to? Your cat probably won’t mind (but who knows what cats want tbh) and your reflection is always listening to you as well. 

Why would you do it? Explaining things to other people requires you to really understand what you are talking about, and you will more quickly find holes in your knowledge once you’re not able to explain it. Additionally, you’re probably gonna have to explain stuff on tests so it’s good practice.

3. Re-do your homework

How do you do it? Pretty obvious. Well, don’t write every answer down in detail again! For maths it may be useful to only tackle the most important exercises again, while for history you may want to spend an hour to just go over them all and test in your head if you can form a sensible answer.

Why would you do it? Going over the homework is always a good idea because 1) the theory is practically applied in those questions, so you have to think about what you have learned, enhancing integration, and 2) teachers are lazy and will often reuse or slightly modify textbook questions.

Julie Andem on the characters of SKAM

Julie’s thoughts on the characters are translated from a NRK interview from 2016 (between season 2 and 3). I really love her reflections, so I thought I would share it with all of you who doesn’t understand Norwegian. Again, keep in mind I’m danish, so please correct me if I made some wrong translations. Video links for the interview are at the bottom of the post.


Eva, the main character of Season 1. She’s a bit of an outsider. Her best friend won’t talk to her anymore, but she has her boyfriend Jonas. What is her theme?

Julie: My thought was, or something that repeated itself when I talked to the audience and the girls, was the beginning of high school. The first semester of high school. They talked much about how it is to go from the youth school where you have a circle of friends and you are comfortable and you have spent 3 years trying to find your spot. And then suddenly it all ends. You think that it’s going to be like this for the rest of your life, but then you start at a new school and then you have to start all over again. So, that is really what I wanted to tell about the first semester of high school. Finding a new place in a new community and figure out how to navigate in all the bullshit.


And she has a boyfriend, Jonas. What kind of relationship would you say they have?

Julie:Jonas has an idea of how the world is and how it should be. It is very important to him and a big part of his identity. In season 1, Eva does not have the same anchor to hold on to as Jonas has. Particularly in the first season, she is very insecure and she has a boyfriend who just figured everything out.

Is Jonas a support for Eva, or does he make her more insecure than she really is?

Julie: I think both. He is supportive, but he gives her the responsibility of her own life. He does not want to be responsible for her all the time and be the only one she clings to, which of course is unhealthy.

And he is the perfect hipster guy. Among the 16-year-olds you met, were there a lot of Jonas'er out there?

Julie: Before we casted anyone, the characters were written. On paper Jonas was an idealist, and maybe a skater or something. But he was completely different on paper than he turned out to be. We had so many different Jonas candidates. But we use some characteristics from the actors, and Marlon who plays Jonas is very cool and a little hipster, so we used that.


Eva get some friends and one of them is Noora, who is really the heroine of SKAM. And the plot between Eva and Jonas were like a little warm-up to the story of Noora and Williams.

Julie: Noora and William were the first characters I wrote. And the story I really wanted to tell. But I didn’t want it to happen in Season 1, because I thought they needed a bit of history first. So yes. I do not remember the question.

Noora is very much in love with William, and tries to figure out their relationship. Some think that she starts to lose the feminist strength, that she had in the beginning. What do you think about that?

Julie: I think, first, that if Noora did not have some weaknesses, she could not have had a season. When we wanted to reach the target audience, we also did not want to create ideals which were unattainable. We tried to show the character’s weaknesses as well as strengths. If the audience sees that, they believe that they can be strong as well, despite their weaknesses. If the strong characters can’t handle everything, the audience sees that you’re not weak because of that.


William he is both the russe prince and a fuckboy. Some people think, that William manipulates Noora and tells her what to do and think. Can’t he be a bad inspiration for boys watching?

Julie: I think that is how it is with all the characters in SKAM, they have bad sides and they have good sides. The problem with the types of assholes, that William represent, is that they shy away from conflicts and confrontation, or don’t respond to messages or anything. And that is something they can learn from William. He’s very confrontational and faces the conflicts. But he has good and bad sides.


 What is it that makes Sana a new type of character on Norwegian TV?

Julie: She is very strategic and strong minded. The main point with Sana was to make a character who chooses her own relationship with her religion. She has made her own choices. She is religious and has a strong faith, but the whole cultural package others might try to push on her, she will not be a part of.

When Sana started getting comments on Instagram because of the beer picture, I thought immediately it was the hijab police, and it turned out not to be. Did you try to challenge the prejudices we have?

Julie: Yes. Yes, that could very well be what I tried.

Youtube links for the interview

hey guys! my last semester of high school starts tomorrow and i thought i could make a quick lil masterpost on how to take on your next semester head-on and how to start off strong.

1. start off organized (whatever organized means to you)

  • one thing i tried this year was keeping a folder for all of my school papers and it helped me a lot instead of just putting my papers in one designated spot like previous years. keeping one folder (or one folder per subject) can help you keep track of all of your papers. 
  • if you need tips on how to stay organized, check out my masterpost here :)

2. try to have a positive mindset

  • although i’m kind of loathing going back to school, you have to try and find the positives in going back! and it doesn’t have to be academic, my positive thought about school is that i’ll get to see my friends and read more cool books for Literature class. if you go into it with a negative mindset, school will be a drag and you won’t do your best.

3. make small progress on any long term assignments at the beginning

  • following this step should help relieve any stress about a long term project, especially one that you know is coming (ex. me with my quarter assignments for literature). making progress can range from starting to read the book early to just writing a sentence a day or somethin’. but you don’t want to get too caught up in this step that you forget about the work that is due the next day, or something of the sort. 

4. *mainly for seniors* if you have anything application related, do it asap.

  • i know that i have my CSF application due some time throughout the second semester and a couple scholarship items to complete, so i’m going to do them either during the break before the next semester or as early as possible in the next semester. doing this is very helpful and will help relieve any anticipation or stress. 

5. detox the weekend before you go back to school

  • personally, i try to refrain from doing anything school-related the weekend before school because you should just relax and prepare by being relaxed. take a bubble bath, watch a movie, hang with some friends, sleep, anything that makes you happy and relaxed. dunno what to do? i have some cute things here in my self care tag.

6. Have fun.

  • have a great time, don’t let school run your whole life.

i know this isn’t much but these are just my own little tips that i thought might help someone else. it sounds a lot like my Staying Organized masterpost, but most of that does overlap here. any masterpost recommendations? let me know and I will definitely take it into consideration. 

Other Masterposts:

surviving world history ap [x]

my guide to scholarships [x]

surviving finals [x]

how i take notes [x]

how i study for ap psychology [x]

staying organized [x]

Adulting 101

I’m going to start posting a weekly blurb called “Adulting 101″. Basically a list of 10 things that I have learned since I started living on my own, the list changing every week. I’m also going to @ two of you lovely followers each week because I see ya’ll reblogging everything I post and ya’ll make me feel special.

Today big shout out to @lifehacksthatwork and @b1polar-thoughts. Please go love them! And without further ado…

1. Important documents. One of the first things you should do before you move out is get all your important documents from your parents/guardians. I’m talking your Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, high school or college transcripts, banking information, etc. Trust me.

2. Get a store discount card. I save an average of $20 per $100 shop at Stop & Shop and as of today I’ve saved $125 at CVS.

3. Buy herbs. Herbs like basil, rosemary, and thyme are very easy to maintain and yield a big bang for their buck. They are cheap, hardy and easy to cook with!

4. Wash those sheets. Wash your sheets once a week (if you can afford it), it will really make a difference in your skin care.

5. Help your bathroom. Always, always, always leave your door or window open after you shower. Black mold is no joke and is easily preventable but not easy to eliminate. I leave my bathroom window open in the summer and my door open in the winter.

6. Freeze everything. I buy in bulk, separate into meal portions, and then defrost as needed. Waste not, want not! I do this with loaves of bread, cookies, meat, etc.

7. Buy xmas lights. I have xmas lights strung up year round, they’re cheap and really brighten my apartment up. 

8. Have pet, will lint roller. If you have a pet, get a lint roller. Seriously. There’s nothing worse than going to an important interview or event and realizing that you look like your cat’s mutated half-human sister.

9. Posters are cheap, frames are expensive. Frames are sometimes three times the price of the poster! And what’s worse is that the cheaper frames fall apart almost instantly and look terrible. 

10. Late night worries. If you’re out late at night worried about your safety use an app to share your location with a friend. Those with Iphones can actually just “share my location” on a friend’s contact page or use “Find My Friends”. It This is something I do all the time

What happens when you fail your first year at Uni?

The short answer: Nothing really. The long answer: A whole lot happens. Its like mourning the death of something you love. Entering university you get this idea that you are going to pursue something that you are so passionate about. And how can you really fail at something you are passionate about? Something that you love, and something that you spend 3 years of high school fighting to get, and something that had always been your dream. 

Now entering medical school I really thought that this was going to be easy, I know that is ridiculous to think, however, as said, something that I loved so much seemed to me as being something really easy to overcome. However it wasn’t. 

I could already from the start sense that this was not going to be as I had imagined. It was a lot more difficult. And it really was a big, big difference from high school. And so failing, was not an enjoyable thing that happened to me. Especially when everyone around you passed. 

So ofcourse the feeling of disappointment started to occur, the feeling of being dumb came alive and the thought that maybe I was not cut out for university started to be a daily question. Yet, I did what I could. I started studying again, this time aware of the mistakes that I did before. Mistakes like, not really focusing correctly, and just being in love with the thought of being in university. Mistakes like skipping chapters because “whatever I will come back to it” - which never happened. 

Now was there any benefit to failing then? Yes, there were many! Here are a few of them: 

  1. Learning more. I know it sounds like such a cliche “I failed, but now I know so much more” but you truly do. Getting to read the material once again, however focusing on your weakness and using your strength to build that up is actually really helpful and it makes you understand the topics so much more. 
  2. You discover your ideal study methods. I did study ALOT before the exam which I failed, however I believe that being new to university I still had not uncovered my ideal study method. Yes I did do well in high school with the study methods that I used, however studying at university and high school is not the same. And that is a very challenging fact to face, but going through the whole process of figuring out how you learn the best way possible is a very long process however it will sculp you and prepare you for the rest of your time at university. 
  3. Prepare yourself for everything. Failing from the beginning already gives you the idea that everything is possible. As someone who had straight A’s like the common medical student, you often find yourself thinking that failure is not possible. So when it becomes a reality, it helps you get prepared for most of the struggles that you will face for the rest of your life. Failure is a very natural part of being a human, and this actually helps you get that. 
  4. Discipline. Last but not least you learn how to set up a schedule and be more focused. It might be the push you needed. It was for me. 

Now last but not least, dont beat yourself down over failure. You will get past it, and you will come out stronger than ever. 

Belive in yourself, and never give up, 



Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!

It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.

Requests are Open (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by stazlindesdaily

You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose. 

Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.

And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet. 

“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.” 

Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-” 

“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted. 

He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.” 

“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.” 

“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant. 

And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud. 

You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him. 

You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him. 

In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”

“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.” 

“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.” 

“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began. 

After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud. 

It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off. 

“What did you mean you aren’t going back?” 

“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!” 

“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted. 

Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand. 

“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.” 

“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.” 

“How did you-” 

“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”

“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly. 

“Of course.” 

I’m thinking about doing a part two… Because this feels like it needs a part two. Wouldn’t you agree? 

Stiles could understand why he wasn’t the most likeable person on the planet, or even in his high school. 

He was abrasive, loud, analytical, and gave about zero fucks on people’s comfort level. Which, honestly, was fine. He only cared about a handful of people in this God-forsaken world, so other people’s opinion of him could really not be bothered. 

Enter Jackson Whittemore. 

Ever since Stiles professed his love to one Lydia Martin in the fourth grade with a ring pop (which she ardently did not accept), Jackson has wanted, and sometimes succeeded, in making Stiles’ life hell. 

In elementary, it used to infuriate Stiles. How Jackson would always steal his dessert at lunch, or push him too hard on the four-square court, and would always never cease to let Stiles know that he would never get to be friends with Lydia Martin.

And, yeah, sure, eleven-year-old Stiles would ball his fists and try to fight back, but that quickly changed in high school. And he started learning some, interesting, things about himself. Soon enough, Lydia Martin was the last thing on his mind, and so was Jackson and his taunting. In fact, with both of their academic success, he and Lydia found themselves in similar upper-class and AP classes throughout high school. Some would even call them, dare he say it, friends. 

But, Jackson, not so much. Even now, at their senior year, Jackson still makes it his mission to give Stiles hell, even though he’s been dating Lydia Martin practically since he tossed the ring pop out of his hand. And it doesn’t help that now, with Stiles and Lydia being friends, and Allison and Lydia being inseparable, and Allison dating Scott, that Jackson has somehow integrated himself into their group of friends. 

Which is exactly how Stiles finds himself rolling his eyes at Jackson as they pack up their equipment on the field after practice, Jackson whapping him with this lacrosse stick. 

“You’re literally an infant, Jackson.”

“At least I don’t throw like one, Stilinski.” Jackson scoffs. 

Scott snickers next to him, and immediately looks regretful when Stiles glares at him. 

“I bet an infant would be better to deal with than you.” he snarls, stripping off his practice jersey to throw in his bag. 

Lydia and Allison walk over from the bleachers, smiling faces, per usual. 

“Good practice,” Allison says to them all, but leans into Scott for a kiss. Lydia’s moved to Jackson’s side, too, and when Stiles glances at them, Jackson has a snarly grin on his face. 

“Jealous, Stilinski?” A common phrase from the asswipe since they were kids.

Stiles barks out a laugh. “Not in the slightest.” He ignores the small grin Lydia gives him.

Shouldering his bag, he lets out a long sigh. “Can we go? I’m starving.”

Everyone nods in agreement, starting to move towards the parking lot.  Jackson throws an arm around Lydia. 

“Yeah, must have worked up an appetite from all that standing around and doing nothing.”

This time, Stiles whacks him with his stick.

“Okay, but to be fair, my jeep has gotten us to Mexico and back.”

“It broke down half way, Stiles.” Lydia deadpans.

“We fixed it! Since when did you guys get all mean about getting into my car.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised it’s been alive this long.” Jackson scoffs.

“Walk your happy ass to the diner, then, Jackson. See if I care!”

And yet, all his friends still make their way to his jeep, because they know damn well Roscoe will get them anywhere. 

But, when they get to the car, there’s one Derek Hale leaning against the hood, looking as ominous and broody as always.

“What do I owe this pleasure, Sourwolf?” Stiles preens, walking up to him, but Derek doesn’t move. 

“You left your wallet at my place.” 

Before Stiles could even reach in his back pocket to check, Derek straightens and tosses it to Stiles, causing him to, of course, flounder and very much not catch it at all. 

“Aww, always looking out for me, huh Derek?” Stiles coos, shoving his wallet into his pocket. 

“You’re pathetic, Stiles.” Jackson spits. 

Stiles whisks around, and God does he want to smack that silly little smug look off Jackson’s face as he walks over. 

“I swear to holy Hell, you can walk h-”

“You know he has a crush on you, right?”

Everyone stops cold, and suddenly all eyes are on Jackson, who is looking straight at Derek likes he’s fucking Sherlock who solved the case. 

Derek scoffs.

“He does,” Jackson continues. “He likes you, and it’s embarrassingly obvious to everyone.”

“Oh, my God,” Stiles groans, putting his face in his hands. Scott, on the other hand, is bright-eyed and excited, like a puppy who just saw a bone.

Derek quirks an eyebrow. “Do explain.”

And Jackson, oh Jackson looks like he’s just been given a whole litter of bones. “He talks about you constantly, he invites himself over to your place all the time. I wouldn’t be surprised if he jerks off alone in his room to a picture of you.”

Derek’s head whips to look at Stiles, but he already has his hands up in protest. 

“I do not do that, okay?”

Jackson steps up to Stiles, face inches from his. “Just admit it, Stilinski. You have a crush on Derek.”

It’s quiet for a second, and Stiles is really considering what level of Hell would even want to welcome someone like Jackson Whittemore, when Derek speaks up.

“God, I hope so, or this would be really awkward.”

Jackson’s face drops, and he spins to look at Derek. In the background, the snickers of Allison and Lydia or ever so sweet to Stiles’ ears.


“I said,” Derek lifts himself off the car hood, and makes his way to Stiles, who practically beams up at him when Derek takes his hand in his, entwining their fingers. “I hope he has a crush on me, or this would be really awkward.”

Stiles watches as Jackson does a double take from him, to Derek, to their hands, and oh does it feel so, so good.

Scott’s outright barking with laughter now, and Jackson looks as pale as a ghost. 

“Great job, dickweed. You just told my boyfriend that I liked him.”

“You… and Hale? Since when?” he spits out. 

“Almost a year, sweetie.” Lydia pipes up, probably more smug than anyone since she was the first to know about Stiles’ flagrant homosexuality. And his impeding crush on Derek.

“Aww, babe? Almost a year! Did you hear that? We should celebrate.” Stiles preens, and even leans up to nudge his nose at Derek’s cheek, just to rub the salt in the wound a bit more for Jackson. 

“I just found out you have a crush on me. I think we should take things a little slower, don’t you think?” But Stiles catches a hint of a smile on Derek’s face.

Stiles doesn’t stop himself when he feels Derek gravitate towards him, and happily leans into the kiss. It’s sweet and quick, but enough to get Jackson to pretend to vomit. 

“Matter of a fact, I think I’ll walk.”

Later that night, when Derek is driving Stiles back home, Stiles reaches out to hold Derek’s hand over the console. 

“Hey,” he mumbles, and Derek acknowledges him with a slight nod. 

“Do you have a crush on me?”

Derek’s quiet for a moment, and suddenly Stiles feels a squeeze on his hand that makes his smile spread wider than his face. 

“Every day.”

some oddly specific aus that no one asked for:

  • “our grandfathers were mortal enemies during high school and they found out we go to the same school and keep trying to get us to sabotage each other and you’re super into it but like… i kind of have a huge crush on you so i’m having a hard time??” au
  • “i walked into this restaurant and you thought i was your blind date and i just kind of went with it because i don’t want to eat alone” au
  • “i’m a cab driver and you’re late to a business meeting and you are literally the most demanding pretentious piece of shit i’ve ever had the displeasure of driving but i also kind of want to fuck you in that suit” au
  • “i started a bird watching club at school and you are the only one who showed up at the first meeting so now i love you” au
  • “you’re my neighbor and your grandparents are coming to visit and you’ve apparently been feeding them a lie about how you’re dating me to get them off your case so could i please be your pretend date for like two days you will pay me in concert tickets and mac and cheese” au 
  • “my friend told me lick your mailbox on a dare and when i went to do the dare you were leaving the house to get your mail but i didn’t notice so now you’re staring at me as i lick your mailbox” au
  • “i fell asleep on you and drooled all over your shoulder in a theater during a really bad movie and you were too nice to shove me off” au
  • “my best friend owns a restaurant and you wrote a bad review of it in the local paper so it has become my goal to track you down and fight you” au
  • “i accidentally set your plant on fire and i felt super guilty so i went to the store to buy you another plant but they ran out of the plant that you had and i didn’t know what other kind of plant you liked so i may or may not have bought you enough plants to fill a small greenhouse?” au

Dear Taylor,

I’m Suzy and I want to share with you something that is a big part of my life and that you are also a big part of it. When I was High School I wasn’t the most popular and didn’t have to many friends. I had braces, glasses, and didn’t know how to dress and teens called me weird. The only reason guys liked me was because of my body and that made me feel so used. I listened to your music a lot and it got me through a lot of hard times. When it came to prom my senior year, I thought I was actually going to get to go because a guy I really liked told me he would take me but in the end he backed out. I was left feeling like I wasn’t pretty enough or worthy of even going. That I would be laughed at if I went by myself. I decided to stay home, I wish I would have had friends to go with but none of them so called “friends” wanted to go with me. I was very unsure of who I was, until a few years ago. I went to your 1989 Tour and I heard your clean speech and the lines that stuck out to me the most of what you said was “You are NOT somebody else’s opinion of you.” and “You ARE your own definition of beautiful and worthwhile.” I knew from that moment, I am who I know I am. That I am beautiful no matter what others say. You gave me hope!! Now I am stronger, more confident, and feel beautiful!! I decided that since this year is my 25th Birthday, I want to have a party that is Prom themed!! That this will be the prom I have always dreamed of, the one I didn’t go to because I was afraid to. But now I am fearless!! I know this is kind of last minute and I know you are a very busy person but I would love to invite you to my 25th Birthday Prom!!! There will be lots of food, music, and dancing!!! A place where I am free to be myself, a place where love will be!!! My Birthday Party will be on Saturday, June 24th, 2017!!! Would you, @taylorswift be my guest of honor at my birthday prom??? It would be a way of thanking you for all you have done for me and to have you at my party celebrating who I am now, it would mean so much to me!! I know it is such short notice but it would mean the world!!! I can’t say how incredible you are and how you have changed my life with your kind and loving words!!! I love you, Tay  :)


Suzy W

Reminder: I know life is hard. I know life can be painful. I know life is sometimes unfair, however you’re still here! I’m proud of that fact and I’m proud of YOU. Everyday you’re here is another chance for a great day. Everyday you’re here is a chance to impact your world. So please keep going… A few years ago I didn’t think I’d even make it through High school, and now I’ve come furthered than I ever thought possible. All this to say: No matter how difficult today may seem, you never know what wonders the future may bring. I wish the best for you.

What I wish I could go back and tell my high school self:

A year from now, you’ll be sitting in the same chair, typing at the same desk, except all your belongings will be crammed into a carry-on and your closest friends in entirely different states. A year from now, you’ll have gotten over the girl who was always a little spiteful and wonder how you were ever jealous of her; you’ll have gotten over the boy who you once thought was your entire world and realize that he’s not worth even a second of your time.

One day, you’ll understand that a lot of people like to talk, but it’s all pretend; that the smartest people are also the most humble. You’ll go back to your high school and remember all the parts of yourself that you left behind when you went to college—all the people who you left behind—and realize that you don’t miss the way things used to be as much as you thought you did.

College is a lot harder, but also so much better in every single way. People care more about who you are than what you got on the SAT; people help boost you up rather than bring you down. I have to fight for my grades now, but I’m doing it for myself, not for other people or for a rank. College isn’t competitive or toxic like high school was; life becomes more about you and who you want to be than about the colleges you got into.

You’ll end up at a university that you don’t even have the guts to dream about right now. You’ll go back to the life you used to have, and wonder how you were ever complacent with the way things were; you’ll realize that there are better people in this world, people who care a lot about others and people who genuinely inspire you to be a better version of yourself. There’ll still be times you’ll think you’re a failure, and there’ll still be times you’ll struggle with motivating yourself, but all in all?

Hang in there, because it gets so much better.

Instagram/ tumblr There was a time I was walking to varsity, I was feeling all pretty and stuff with my black tight knee high dress, black shades and a black shevhone coat . As I walking my thighs began to rub against each other . It just brought memories of how I use to be so self conscious about then . How it I used want to die ( not literally) because the rubbing would make inner thighs dark, or a would get a little blister. I use to look at my skinny friends and wonder how is it like not to have your thighs wanting to make out with everytime I wanted to take a walk , I wondered how nice is it to wear swimming costumes and shorts and not be conscious. Thinking back it’s understandable why I thought that way , I was in primary school about to go to high school. In my head I had to be thin to be perfect in the eyes of society and myself. Perfect face , Boobs, Thighs , Legs everything. Now my mindset is so different because I have excepted that I’m not perfect, I have imperfections. No one is perfect. Once you realize that , life becomes easier when you realize that being perfect is a myth and your imperfections are the reality. You make your imperfections perfect in YOUR eyes.

reporter: we’re here with our national volleyball player, kageyama tobio. kageyama is the youngest player in the team. you’re very talented, but we’re pretty sure you’re here partly because you’d a lot of senpai looking after you?

kageyama: when i was in middle school there was this great setter, oikawa-san *points at oikawa who’s sweating af* but he refused to teach me how to perform powerful serves and spent half the time sticking his tongue out at me. then, in high school there’s suga-san who was really reliable and who i thought was the kindest person on earth but he once asked me to go shopping with him, and pretty much left me in the grocery line to get something else and i panicked because i didn’t have money with me


For my Younger Babes

For those of you younger than 18, don’t worry I’m not here to shame you or to patronize you, it really wasn’t that long ago that I was a minor. Trust me, it really wasn’t that long ago. So I understand very well what ya’ll must be going through. In high school so many things changed in my life, not just my family or environment but also my way of thinking shifted. This shift is normal, change is normal, there’s nothing wrong with what you are feeling or thinking. However personally I found that this is not the time to be acting out on your thoughts. It’s not because you’re stupid, because you’re not, and not because society claims it’s wrong - it’s simply a matter of timing. You need to know exactly what’s happening and how to deal with it before you can act on it. Learn what you like and don’t like, learn to interpret what your body and your mind are telling you, learn to please and love yourself before you put yourself out there. When you miss this crucial step this leaves you vulnerable to people who will want to tell you what you should like and what you should do, instead of what you want to do. Please avoid sending and receiving nudes, not because there’s anything wrong with your body, but because it could get you in serious trouble and I want you all to be happy and safe. No one ever saw my naked body until I was a legal adult, and honestly it makes me so happy that it happened like that because by then a fuckboi was trying to take advantage of my supposed inexperience but I turned it all around by showing him that I knew what I wanted and what my body wanted. By the end he was begging to sleep with me but I decided I would not give a dick like him exactly what he wanted. 

If any of you have already found yourselves in unfortunate situations and did not get out of it like you planned, you are not to blame for anything. I was only lucky to avoid an unfortunate situation, but when someone has made the decision to ruin someone’s life like that it is on them and not you. It’s never your fault. This could happen to anyone of any age, gender, race, and social class - it’s not your fault. 

My babes, I want you all to have fun, be happy, and enjoy every great thing that life has to offer. Honestly, when the time comes, you will all be so grateful (and very pro hoes). ;)

Why is school the only part of my life you care about?
Why do you ask me about my test scores but not about my feelings?
Why do you tell your friends how you’re proud of my grades,
but not my kind heart or creative mind?
The fact that the first thing you ask me at dinner is
how my finals are going is so sickening
I almost stopped eating right then and there.
The night those college letters came,
you happily announced my PSAT scores to my father
before suggesting I go study some more,
then changing your mind and telling me to read
all the letters out loud to the family instead.
I still can’t believe that happened.
The whole thing was insane,
and I was the only one who could see that.
I’m more than a number.
I’m not just a bit of small talk you can
brag about to your friends.
You couldn’t hear the malice in my voice
as I read those letters.
You couldn’t tell I hated every syllable
printed on that crisp white paper.
All you can see are the numbers on my report card,
and those are mattering less and less to me every day.
—  sincerely, your straight A daughter // c.r.h.
college tips from a real live college student

Hey guys, I’m currently a college freshman at a major research institution and I thought I’d share some of my tips with you all. These are basically things that I wish someone would have told me before I went to school.

  • So you breezed through high school. I did too. (Or maybe you didn’t, and that’s fine–if you know how to study and manage your time already, you’re in a better place than those who got by without studying) And maybe you’re even an honors student. Me too. But unless you were at the very top of your class and test like a damn genius, you’re going to have to get your act together in order to be better than average in college. The thing is that colleges accept students just like you as the norm. A student with a 3.5 in high school is a 2.5 student in college unless they learn to put in more work than they ever have before. I’m a national merit scholar in the Honors college at my school and I’ve had to learn how to manage my time more than ever before in order to maintain a 4.0. Basically, my point is this: you’re not as smart as you think you are. Get studying.
  • Take every AP test you can while in high school. I know the concept of college credit is a little abstract right now, but every AP credit you get in high school is $500 in tuition and $300 in books you don’t have to pay.
  • Which brings me to my second point: books are expensive. Shop around as much as you can. Try online thrift shops, and know that amazon isn’t always the cheapest. Rent whenever possible, and make sure to check the store’s policy on highlighting in rentals.
  • Read your textbooks. I get it, the lectures are the same as what’s in the textbook, but if you want to impress your prof and understand the material, at least skim your textbook. Focus on the conclusion of every section as well as topic sentences. Highlight a key phrase or two and mention them in class–it’ll get you hella participation points.
  • Bring a damn bike. If your campus is larger than a block, you’re going to want a bike. Not only will it get you around quickly on campus, but it’ll get you off campus efficiently as well. Plus, it’s a lot easier to bike back to your dorm at night than it is to walk.
  • You don’t need all the clothes you think you do. I wore shorts, dresses, knee highs, etc when in high school and I brought those with me to college. But I didn’t need them and couldn’t wear them. Take tank tops/anything sleeveless for example. If you’re walking to class with something sleeveless on and you are also carrying a backpack, your back is going to sweat and you’re going to get backne. Or maybe not, I guess, but I sure did. Backpack sweat is real and it kills. Also, if you brought a bike you don’t want to be trying to bike around in shorts/skirts/dresses if your bare skin will be on the seat. Your legs will sweat and you will get clogged pores. Not to mention flashing everyone you ride by–nothing against that, but I personally didn’t feel comfortable biking like that.
  • Bring warm clothes if you live in a temperate climate. Here in Michigan, it gets fucking cold. If you’re walking a half a mile to class,  you really, really need to be dressed warmly. You also need boots or comfortable walking shoes. Heels are hot but crying because your feet hurt from walking across campus in them is not a good time.
  • Drink as much water as possible without having to pee unreasonably much. This is just general life advice.
  • Learn to poop in public. Everyone does it. It happens. If you have communal restrooms or a roommate, you’re going to have to go when someone else is in the bathroom eventually. It will be a lot better for your body if you learn to go when you need to instead of holding it for hours until you’re alone.
  • Utilize academic advisors and counseling services. They’ll usually be willing to help you out with scheduling, required classes, and personal issues. Transitioning to college can he difficult to adjust to and talking about it can help a lot. Counseling is usually free for students.
  • You just moved in and all of a sudden they want you to pick where you’ll live next year? What the fuck? So here’s how it worked for me. I moved into my dorm and a month later I got an email telling me that signups for housing next year would be happening soon. I panicked. I wish someone would have told me that you have to be prepared to find somewhere to live next year early on. You may want to live in the dorms again, in which case you’ll need to sign up a couple months after moving in. You may decide you want to live in an apartment or rent a house. In that case, you should get hunting in order to get a good deal on a good apartment close to campus. Apartments go fast, so you’ll need to be on top of it. Your university may also have housing cooperatives, which are large houses owned by a not-for-profit student organization that works differently from traditional houses or apartments. Do your research to find out which housing situation is right for you early on and you’ll face less stress when deadlines to sign leases occur.

Anyway, this is what I can think of for now. If anyone has any questions about transitioning to college or about MSU in particular, feel free to ask!

Sorry, but I just could hold it anymore...

Back in summer of last year, long before the election, I promised myself to stay out of it. To not take any side or campaign for anyone as it is none of my business.

But today I just can’t hold my breath any longer. Enough is enough.

Banning someone from going home just because they don’t have the “right” religion is nothing but pure racism and discrimination at its best. I grew up in a town where it was normal that there was at least one muslin kid in your class. We all went along each other pretty well. Never really thought about it One of my best friends in High school was a hijab wearing Muslim. I never saw her as something else then my best friend. I remember how her family often spent the whole summer visiting her grandparents in the middle east.

Now imagine she would visit them and suddenly wouldn’t be able to come back home because of something she didn’t do.

That’s exactly what is happening right now. Thousands of people who grew up in America and call it there home are now forbidden to return home because they had the misfortune to be visiting there families aboard when this #$@&%*! piece of paper was signed.

Please, as a German I am begging you not to make the same mistakes that my ancestors did. Creating a two class system based on the religion you believe in while lead to a spiral of violence which will end in blood and death.

Don’t make the mistakes we did! It’s not to late to stop this!

I promised myself I wouldn’t get emotional on this blog, but let me just say this-

Picture that you were in your senior year of high school in 2004. You had a lot of abuse and mental health issues going on. You latched on to the one good, pure thing you could find- Lazytown. You thought it was more of a show for adults, and you weren’t even sure how kids could sit through the show since a lot of the show was watching the subtle but great interactions between the adult characters. 

You go to college. You still love Lazytown. Your life is still a wreck. You hang up a few print outs from Lazytown that you find on the Nickelodeon website. You find grainy videos on Youtube of Latibaer. You research everything you can find about the show, which isn’t much. You buy the DVD of Hero For A Day and you watch it in your dorm room and your roommate hates you. 

You leave college, try to get your life together for ten years, go through a lot of hardship, all the while knowing that when you have nothing else, you have Lazytown. One day, you decide to try to start exercising more, and slowly you start getting healthier. Sportacus being kind towards the characters is something you never saw in gym class or any sports team. His gentle non-judgement pushes you to take care of yourself. 

Some other adults openly detest that you like Lazytown, and claim that you are only allowed to like it because you’re a woman, and if you were a man, you’d be a ‘predator’. Nobody will watch Lazytown with you. They hate it before you even get a chance to show it to them. There are some memes that get a lot of attention, and you wonder if more people will watch the show, but not much happens. There’s not a lot of fics or art, and any piece you find, you collect as if it’s some rare, precious treasure. 

One day, you go back to your Lazytown blog to see that your posts have way more notes than they should. There’s a TON of people suddenly into Lazytown! Well, you don’t like the news about Stefan. It’s heartbreaking. But you take a look at this huge fan base, some new fans, some old, and you look at all the incredible things they’ve done so far. Raising money, spreading awareness, joining together. You can’t believe how much fan art is on your page! You used to cling to even one piece of Lazytown art, but now there’s tons of it! Suddenly, you are absolutely swamped in Lazytown posts that you never saw!

And then, you see a post that says Stefan and his supporting cast will be performing We Are Number One live. It’s been over ten years since you last fell in love with Lazytown. This entire time, you thought it was on the brink of disappearing for good. 

Stefan, one of the actors, even in his hardest times, gets on live and sings a song for all of his supporters. The very same actor that kept me going through my worst times is still here to entertain and inspire everyone even during his worst. 

And the entire decade of loving Lazytown comes full circle. You can’t believe how many fans are comparing Íþróttaálfurinn to Sportacus. How many head canons there are. How people are interpreting the characters to relate to them. 

It truly feels like the end of First Day of Summer, when Robbie realizes he was never left alone.

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness