I started using this study method my 2nd month of college, when I realized that it was better for study-life balance and my emotional wellbeing. It makes me feel productive and alert all day, and gives me plenty of free time to pursue hobbies, clubs, and personal interests. It sounds kind of hardcore at first, but it’s seriously wonderful if you give it a try! Here’s the game plan:
After the first few days of the semester, I sit down with all of the syllabi from all of my classes and write down every single assignment for the rest of the semester into my planner. Include exams, readings, lab report due dates, worksheets, essays, etc. Everything.
Every weekend, I set aside however much time I need to knock out every single assignment for the upcoming week that is possible to do in advance. I do my textbook readings, textbook practice problems, my humanities readings, short essays or write-ups to accompany those humanities readings, etc.
Even though I’m doing more work, I generally spend the same amount of time in the library as my friends who only do their work for Monday over the weekend. This is because if you don’t commit to doing a large number of assignments, you tend to spend a lot more time on minor assignments than is truly necessary - do I really need to spend 3 hours on this 1-page essay for my English class if it’s only graded on a 10 point scale? Couldn’t I finish this in 1 hour and then devote more time to the rest of the readings I need to do for that class this week?
I still have enough time to sleep in, have long lunch breaks, go the gym, go to parties in the evening, etc.
You can do this, no matter your workload. I am a pre-med science major taking 20 credits (max course load) a semester, with two labs, and I can get it done. My roommate is an English major with heavy novel reading assignments and she can get it done. (Disclaimer: this mostly applies to undergraduates.)
Research papers and midterm exam studying generally get their own day separate from homework assignments. I like writing essays in 1 or 2 sittings, but if you like to spread it out just break up the essay into manageable pieces and do it over multiple weekends, or do the pieces between classes (see next bullet point).
After blasting through most of my assignments over the weekend, during the week I generally only have to do busy-work that is assigned at the end of classes and continue studying for midterms that week. I easily finish these assignments in the breaks between classes during the day.
With this strategy, I always complete all of my homework well before dinnertime, and often have days when I don’t have any assignments to do. I use this free time for club meetings, hanging out with friends, going to the gym, marathoning Netflix, pursuing hobbies, working a job, whatever.
I also use this extra time to be able to study for exams much more effectively - when you don’t have busywork assignments floating in the back of your mind, it is much easier to focus. You will study more productively and effectively, and with much less stress. Exams are worth way more of your grade than the homework assignments you blast through each weekend, so it’s best to be able to focus exclusively on them Monday - Friday.
The best part about this strategy is that your workload is heavy on Sunday and sometimes Saturday, but you get to relax Monday - Friday. You basically have a 5 day weekend every week, assuming you enjoy going to class.
If anyone also uses this method, I’d love to hear from you or hear your variants/study suggestions! If anyone tries out this method for 1 or 2 weeks and finds that it works for them, I’d love to hear about it! If you try it and hate it with a fiery burning passion and loathe me for even suggesting it, I’d love to hear about it!
I believe in you!<3 No matter what study method you choose to use, just do your best and exceed your own expectations.
this one time my two friends and i had an english assignment to write an essay about the tragic elements of julius caesar. boring, anyway, yeah, we finish our essays and we’re all hanging out the night before it’s due, and we remember that our teacher actually lives really close to my house??? like a minute walk tops. and one of my friends mentions this girl who used to hand in her assignments in envelopes with a wax seal and left them on the doorstep of her teacher. so in our tired, carbohydrate-addled brains we’re like “that’s a FUCKIGN good idea shit man we have got to fucknig do thta RIGHT NOW”.
so we dig around my jewelry box and find this UGLY ASS owl ring that i had stashed away somewhere and we’re like aw this is fuckin PERFECT. so we print our essays (yes all three, there were t h r e e of us who thought this was a good idea) and tuck them into this official looking manila envelope. we find this red candle and melt it down, right?? problem is, these wax seals that they used to use in medieval times and game of thrones episodes have SPECIAL fuckin wax that is made for that shit. we did not know that…at the time…ok, so we melt this wax and we pour it very carefully on the envelope, but because the envelope is flat on the ground it just runs halfway down the thing, just goes fuckign EVERYWHERE. we don’t give a SHIT, and we press that ugly fuckin owl ring in there. then, one of my friends is like “wow i’m gonna put my finger print in the wax” and then we fucking ALL do it, as if it’s not at all creepy to put your fingerprints in a wax seal that’s supposed to go to your teacher?? we write his last name on the envelope and take it w us, right, okay.
so at ELEVEN AT NIGHT, we walk over to my teacher’s house and the lights are all off and then we realize that this….,.,.is fuckin WEIRD AND CREEPY. yes. only THEN did we realize this. so we end up fuckin around in his driveway for a full five minutes contemplating who is ballsy enough to run up to his doorstep and drop off the envelope cause we weren’t sure if he had a motion activated light or not. then my friend GRABS that envelope and just rips to the door, drops it on the mat, runs back to us, says “go gogogogogogooggo fuckfyck” and we start RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD BACK TO MY HOUSE.
when we get there we realize how fuckin creepy it was, and we start freaking out. like we actually think we could be expelled for this odd shit (we were really tired and freaked out ok shut up) and so we try our best to forget about it and go to sleep. when we wake up, my friend has a text from her mother and it’s just a picture of a text she got from the teacher we submitted our essays to. so we start freaking out until we realize he’s written, “someone’s submitted their essay like a ninja in the night and i think it was your daughter and her two friends.”
so yeah anyway this is the story of how my teacher is the fcukgin coolest for not expelling me for putting a weird sketchy package on his doorstep nice
Productive day today! Biology revision and I did a lot of reading 📖 today. One more class today, then I’ll try to finish my essay.
I also bought 3 new books (I already read circle, but I just borrowed it) I’m looking forward to read thinking, fast and slow, I need to finish my English lectures first😧
Hope y'all having a good day and a good time!☀️
I get it, writing an introduction is friggin’ hard. Just as in real life, the first impressions you make in an essay are so important and basically the introduction will set the tone for everything that follows!
This is something we were discussing today in class and I thought a lot of it would be very useful so I decided to share it (#yourewelcome). Basically one of the assignments for our main class is to write an abstract which will essentially be the introduction to our dissertations. We were told what sort of format it should take and just reading through the different points it should cover, I thought it would make a very strong introduction for any topic!
Basically, we were told that writing is like a funnel - you should start with the broadest idea and get more specific throughout your work. So, an ideal introduction should be quite broad - but it should also highlight some of the specific things you’re going to write about in your essay.
So here are the 5 steps as promised:
Opening premise - this should be a broad statement that is difficult to disagree with. We were given the example of ‘Intertextuality is central to the production and reception of translations.’ Can’t really disagree with that now, huh. (That’s written by Lawrence Venuti, btw - the rest of this is further down the post).
Problematic - what problems arise from that opening statement? What are the main issues in the field? Have there been any recent (relevant!) developments?
Research questions/purpose - what questions are you hoping to answer? What is the purpose of your essay/work? This is where the general ‘In this essay I’m going to…’ phrase comes in - this should be a statement of specific purpose that also demonstrates how relevant your main argument is in relation to the field mentioned in 1. Although please don’t actually say ‘In this essay I’m going to’. Please???
Method - how are you going to answer those questions? Are you going to look at a particular example or case?
References - this overlaps with number 4 a little. Basically, are there any particular texts, authors or works that you’re going to be referring to?
The basic way of wording all this, however, is what > why > how. Simple as that. 4-5 can blend together and they are less important depending on your level in the education system. These two points though can just be something as simple as the book that you’re going to discuss in a literature essay for English class.
Here’s the rest of the Venuti text, so you can (hopefully!) see these steps more clearly:
Intertextuality is central to the production and reception of translations. Yet the possibility of translating most foreign intertexts with any completeness or precision is so limited as to be virtually nonexistent. As a result, they are usually replaced by analogous but ultimately different intertextual relations in the receiving language. The creation of a receiving intertext permits a translation to be read with comprehension by translating-language readers. It also results in a disjunction between the foreign and translated texts, a proliferation of linguistic and cultural differences that are at once interpretive and interrogative. Intertextuality enables and complicates translation, preventing it from being an untroubled communication and opening the translated text to interpretive possibilities that vary with cultural constituencies in the receiving situation. To activate these possibilities and at the same time improve the study and practice of translation, we must work to theorize the relative autonomy of the translated text and increase the self-consciousness of translators and readers of translations alike.
To explore these ideas, I will discuss three cases: Rossella Bernascone’s 1989 Italian version of David Mamet’s play Sexual Perversity in Chicago; Kate Soper’s 1976 English version of Sebastiano Timpanaro’s study, Il lapsus freudiano. Psicanalisi e critica testuale (The Freudian Slip); and my own 2004 English version of Melissa P.’s fictionalized memoir, 100 colpi di spazzola prima di andare a dormire (100 Strokes of the Brush before Bed). The discussion makes use of a number of theorists, notably Ezra Pound and Philip Lewis.
Other pro tips:
Sometimes it can be useful to write an introduction when you have finished writing the main bulk of the essay - that way when you say ‘I’m going to write about xyz..’ you know for a fact that you’ve actually written about said things.
Your introduction should somehow match with your conclusion. Copy & paste these into a separate document from the rest of your essay and compare/contrast the both. Make changes as necessary
Sometimes you have an original thought in the conclusion of an essay - put that in your introduction!
I hope this helps at least one person out there! And, as per, my ask box is always open for questions/suggestions!
OMG OKAY! I FINALLY FINISHED! Y A Y! Sorry it took ssoooo long, I hope you’re happy with the result :) 21. best friend’s sibling au (alternatively, read it on ao3)
you, me, and the moon
The first time Amy Santiago hears of Jake Peralta she’s sitting at the kitchen counter editing her essay for English. Her mom, Elena, is in the midst of baking a cake for her younger brother, Alex, and is also on the phone to one of her older brothers, Manny (only a year older than Amy, and just starting college), holding it precariously between her shoulder and ear. It doesn’t take long for the phone to slip and fall, clattering on the kitchen, and bring Amy out of her study trance as Elena swears in Spanish.
“Mijo,” her mother says to Manny, picking up the phone, “talk to your sister, I have to finish off Alex’s cake,”
Elena hands Amy the phone. “Mom,” Amy protests, “I’m studying,”
“Just for two seconds, Amelia. I need to finish off this cake.”
Amy sighs and takes the phone. There’s no protesting when her mother calls her Amelia, plus, she is semi -curious about how Manny is doing at college.
“Hi Manny,” she says, twiddling her pen in her fingers.
“Hey sis!” Manny replies loudly. All her brothers call her ‘sis’ much to her frustration; she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d all forgotten her name.
“Amazing, so much better than high school!” Manny says enthusiastically. “You’re seriously gonna love it.”
She smiles to herself. She will love it, and next year it will be her turn to go, finally.
“Yeah, I can’t wait. What’s your roommate like?”
“Oh, Jake? Jake’s awesome,” Manny replies, before calling out “Jake! Are you awesome?!”
A guy, presumably Jake, yells back, “Yep! I’m awesome!”
“She said you sound awesome!” Manny yells back at him, and Amy rolls her eyes.
“Tell her she’s right! And ask if she looks like a female version of you!”
“Nah,” her brother replies, “she looks more like a female version of Luis.”
Amy stops listening, and puts the phone down on the counter. “I’m going to study in my room.” she says to her mom, gathering her things, and heading up the stairs before Elena can protest.
How her brothers manage to annoy her whilst away at college astounds her.
It’s almost a year later that Amy actually meets Jake, despite the fact that she seems to hear about him every other day. Whenever Manny calls or visits there’s always another Jake story to tell, most of which are entertaining, but also depict Jake as the sort of person Amy wouldn’t want to to be cooped up with all summer. Yet somehow, that’s what happens.
Jake’s mom is away on an artist retreat all summer, or at least that’s what Manny tells Elena and Victor when he asks if Jake can stay for the summer. Amy’s sure the fact that half her brothers have officially moved out is one of the factors that lead to them agreeing.
The day Amy meets Jake for the first time, it’s hot and sunny, and she uncharacteristically has a stain on her top.
“You must be the famous sister!” is the first thing he says to her after he’s greeted her parents, and Manny, at the door.
“And I’m guessing you’re Jake?” she jokes, raising her eyebrows at him.
“The one and only!” he announces grandly, doing a mock bow, and her eyebrows rise even further. He offers her his hand, not to shake, like he had with her parents, but to high-five.
She high-fives him hesitantly, eyebrows still raised. He’s exactly as goofy as she’d imagined.
“Noice!” he exclaims. “And hey! We’re stain buddies!”
Her forehead creases. “What?”
He points at a ketchup stain on his shirt to a jam stain on hers. It must be from her toast earlier.
Amy blushes. “That’s not usually there,” she mutters defensively.
4.25.17 Another Day, Another Paper (72/100 days of productivity)
Four papers down, three more to go! Today my friends and I discovered a study lounge in one of the buildings on campus. We were originally told it was for commuter students, but I didn’t see the word commuter on the sign :) Right now I’m working on my Junior Seminar final, analyzing marginalia I made from the first three science fiction books I ever read. This is one of my easier papers. I can’t wait to be finished, because I’ve had papers due back to back since Friday. After this, my next paper isn’t due until Thursday, which means I won’t have to spend Wednesday cramming!
Request: Tony imagine, involving Skype.
A/N: Sorry sorry sorry! It’s been so
long! School just started for me again and I had to finish a really important
paper about my internship today, so now I have time to write these again! I
just want to thank you so much for the 900 followers, I can’t believe it’s
happening and I really really never thought this would EVER happen. Hope you
Word count: 525
tutoring you on Skype, helping you with your History essay that was due in two
days. Ever since you sat next to him in middle school, you guys were pretty
close and considered best friends. You would help him with English classes, he
would help you with history and maths. Just as you were about to finish the
last paragraph, you heard the doorbell ring at Clay’s house.
must be Tony,” Clay said, “we’re going on a hike this afternoon.”
started beating really fast and suddenly the room was very hot. “I’ll let my mum open the door, so we can finish that last
paragraph.” Clay said politely but you interrupted him. “It’s okay if he comes
up, it’d be so stupid to let him wait downstairs.” You said nervously and Clay
away from the laptop and out of his room to get Tony. You considered wearing
another T-shirt, as you just put something old on for Clay and your Skype
session. Wanting to change without onlookers, you almost closed the laptop
screen, but not fully so it wouldn’t shut off.
Just as you
were about to change into something else, you heard the sounds of footsteps
coming from your laptop. Together with Tony’s and Clay’s voice.
agony, Clay! I’ve never been in love like this!” you heard Tony’s voice say to
Clay. Cold sweat broke out of your body, the idea of Tony being in love with
someone else than you, made you sick.
to interrupt Tony, probably knowing that you were listening on and he knew of
your crush on Tony.
towards your laptop, prepared to close the laptop
because you couldn’t bear listening to Tony ranting about his crush that was
just so special.” Tony sighed just as you were about to close it off. Your hand
flew off the laptop as if you burned it.
You couldn’t believe what you just heard and you had to put your hand in front
of your mouth to muffle the sound that escaped your lips.
you opened your laptop, but you didn’t stand in front of the camera.
you tutoring someone?” Tony asked and Clay started laughing.
was actually. We still have to do one paragraph, so after that, we can go hike.” Clay sat in front of the
laptop again and smirked at the screen, clearly hiding his laugh.
promptly sat in front of the screen again and you saw Tony laying on Clay’s bed
in the background. His mouth fell open.
“Oh fuck.” He
cheekily at Tony as he sat up on the bed
and walked towards Clay’s laptop.
guess you know now (Y/N).” Tony sighed and his hands went towards his hair,
clearly thinking he fucked up.
like you too.” You smiled at him and you’ve never seen Tony so surprised.
up from his seat and let Tony sit down. And that’s how you spent the entire
night, talking with Tony over Skype.
Editing the first part of my poetry essay and writing the rest - due Wednesday 🌷I hope to finish editing and write another paragraph or two before making myself some pasta for dinner and then getting some geography revision in as I have a test this Friday 🤓
So this is the first Hamilton fic I’ve ever written so I apologize in advance for how bad it is.
Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader
Summery: Lin hits on reader and she pretends not to know English
A/N: So this is the first Hamilton fic I’ve ever written, so I apologize for how terrible this is. Also I don’t know French, so all of this is from Google translate. English translations are in parenthesis.
You couldn’t ever remember being this stressed. You were sitting at your favorite coffee shop, drinking you third coffee of the day, and attempting to finish your essay that was due that night. When a man just strolled up to your table, tripped over his feet a little and said, “Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you.”
You didn’t even know what to say or do. You didn’t have time for this. I mean yes he was cute, but you had too much on your plate right now to even think about dealing with him. So you just did the first thing that popped into your head.
“Excusez-moi? Je regrette de ne pas parler anglais.” (Excuse me? I’m sorry I don’t speak English) French wasn’t your first language but you were still pretty decent at it. It was also an easy way to not deal with people when you didn’t want talk. By the look on his face it worked.
“Oh…I-I’m sorry…I don’t understand,” he stuttered out, looking even more flustered, and a slight blush appearing on his cheek. You had to admit he was attractive. He had a little scruff on his face, like he had forgotten to shave for the last couple of days. He had medium length hair that was slightly falling out of his ponytail, due to him messing with it nervously. His eyes were warm and had laugh lines around them. He really did seem sweet, but you shook yourself out of his trance.
“Je suis désolé. Je suis vraiment occupé en ce moment,” you replied to him, a wary smile on your face. You didn’t want to be mean, you just wanted to finish this paper. He smiled back at you. You wished you could just keep looking at his smile. Before you could think anything else to say, he stood up, still smiling at you.
“It was nice talking to you. Perhaps I’ll see you next time I’m here,” and with that he left, leaving you sitting there entirely confused. Why was this guy so confident, he couldn’t understand one word you had said, but somehow he wanted to see you again. You sat there for a minute thinking about him, until you remembered your looming deadline and continued working.
It was a couple weeks later when you found yourself back at the coffee shop. You actually had a moment to relax. And that’s all you wanted to do. You had your tea, a good book, and was in the middle of enjoying them when you heard the other chair at your table slide out. You glanced up from your book, and almost dropped your tea when you recognized the man. It was the man from last time, more neatly dressed, hair firmly in a ponytail, but the same warm eyes.
“Bonjour mon nom dans Lin. Qu’est-ce qui est à toi,” (Hello. My name in Lin. What’s yours?) he said easily, sliding into the chair in front of you. There was a smirk on his face that you absolutely loved. His French was shaky but understandable enough that you questioned whether he actually did understand you last time.
“Alors vous parlez français. Tu aurais dű le dire la derničre fois. Désolé, j’ai été si grossier. Mon nom est Y/N,” (So you do speak French. You should have said so last time.Sorry I was so rude. My name is Y/N) you replied easily, setting your book on the table. As you looked back up at him and noticed that his smile had disappeared. He looked nervous again. He kept looking just past you, then back at you. He started running his fingers through his hair again, forcing some brown locks to fall around his face. He obviously didn’t know what you had said.
“I don’t know what to say…Y/N was it? I-i don’t really speak French. I just learned some phrases…so that I could talk to you. You’re just so beautiful and I only wanted to ask you to dinner.” His words spilled from his lips. You couldn’t help but blush. This guy, Lin, thought you were beautiful? He learned French for you? You smiled at him, ready to tell him the truth. Before you could say anything another man appeared beside you. He was tall, with a neatly trimmed beard. His curly hair was pulled back, and you noticed the laugh lines that matched up with the slight smirk we wore. “Lafayette, please tell her.” Lin practically begged the man.
“Je suis désolé madame. Mon ami ici est juste très nerveux de vous parler.” (I’m so sorry ma’am. My friend here is just very nervous to talk to you) Lafayette said smoothly to you, motioning towards Lin as he spoke. You were a little shocked to hear such perfect French come from his mouth. You glanced over at Lin, whose face was scrunched up in an attempt to try and understand what his friend had said.
“Pourquoi serait-il nerveux de me parler?” (Why would he be nervous to talk to me?) you asked, looked down at your hands. Lin seemed like a such a sweet guy, and tried so hard just to speak with you. But you were nothing special, why would he go through all this trouble to ask you out?
Lafayette’s smirk turned into a soft smile, like he knew what you were thinking. “Il vient seulement dans cette boutique pour te voir. Il a parlé de vous pendant des semaines avant qu'il ne vienne vous parler. Il veut que je lui enseigne le français juste pour qu'il puisse être avec toi. Pour lui, vous êtes parfaite.” (He only comes to this shop to see you. He talked about you for weeks before he actually came to talk to you. He wants me to teach him French just so he can be with you. To him you are perfect.) You felt the heat of a blush creep up your neck. You looked back Lin, eyes wide in surprise. You were speechless. This adorable man wanted you. Thought you were perfect, and was willing to learn a whole new language for you. You had never had someone try so hard for you, and you hadn’t even gone one one date yet.
“Laf, what did she say? Will she go out with me? Will she even consider me? Laf you have to tell her how beautiful I think she is. That she’s all I can think about, and how I’d do anything just for one date with her,” Lin practically blurted out, pleading with Lafayette. You could tell he was beyond nervous. Most of his hair was falling out of his ponytail at this point. He was on the edge of his seat, and his eyes were begging you to understand what he was trying to say.
Before Lafayette could say anything you did. “Lin. He doesn’t have to tell me. You just did.” Both men went perfectly still. All of a sudden you were nervous. What if Lin was angry that you lied to him. That he put so much work into something that didn’t deserve it.”Lin..”
“Wait…so you spoke English this whole time?” Lin asked, cutting you off. You nodded slowly, looking for any sign of anger. The two men looked at each other, and then burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s so perfect. I can’t wait to tell Jon about this. He’s gonna absolutely love you.” Lin was smiling at you, his eyes becoming warmer as his smile grew. You couldn’t help but smile back him.
“Ok while you two are staring lovingly into each other, I’m going to go back inside and try not to throw up my breakfast.” Lafayette said as he walked away. Lin tried to smack him, while you felt another blush creep onto your face.
Request: can i get a daveed one where the reader plays one of the leading ladies in hamilton and it shows how daveed and her start dating then finally get married. when the reader gets pregnant she finds a cool way to reveal it to daveed and the cast but it’s while they are performing. thank ya!! :)
You nervously twist your wedding band, while you sit in the bathroom, waiting for this little stick to determine your future. “Oh God,” you gasp and cover your mouth. The two little white lines staring back at you tell you everything you need to know. You’re pregnant. You are going to be a mom. And Daveed. Oh God, Daveed. What was he going think? The two of you had always talked about kids, but what if he didn’t actually want kids.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Renee knocks on the door. “(Y/N), you’ve been in there for thirty minutes. Are you okay?” You quickly wash your hands and walk out of the bathroom, test in hand. “Help.” You show her the stick, causing her to squeal. “When did you find out?”
“Thirty minutes ago?”
She smiles and hugs you. “Did you tell him?”
“No. I literally just found out.”
“I have an idea!” She exclaims, leading you into the Schuyler Sisters’ dressing room. “Put on Pip’s dress. I’ll try to get Lin on board with this. We still have time to rehearse for this.” She doesn’t give you time to ask any questions before leaving the room to find Lin.
You sigh and change into the blue dress, rather than your yellow one. Not even ten minutes later, she comes back. “We’re switching roles for the show! I told Lin to have the guys trade roles. Daveed is going to be Hamilton.”
You give her a quizzical look. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’ll be singing ‘That Would Be Enough’. For your husband,” she explains.
You smile and hug her. “You are a genius.”
You take a deep breath before ‘Helpless’ starts. Smiling, you twirl around remembering when you met Daveed.
You stare at your laptop, trying to finish your English essay. You look up and take a sip of your coffee.
“Excuse me,” a deep voice starts, “can I sit here?”
You move some of your papers out of the way. “Yeah. I should probably get going anyway.” You close your laptop and grab your binder.
“Do you need some help?” the man asks.
You smile. “I don’t want to bother you.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let me help.”
You take a seat next to him and pull up your essay. “Thank you.”
“Really, it’s no problem. Let me see what you have.”
You watch him read over your work. You watch as his eyes scan over the words, gently biting his lip.
You smile as Pippa starts singing “Satisfied”, leaning into Daveed’s chest, you’re suddenly flooded with memories of your wedding.
Daveed leads you into the middle of the floor for your first dance. You rest your head on his chest while he guides you. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
You smile and kiss his cheek. “Not nearly as much as I love you.”
He shakes his head slightly. “Whatever you say, Mrs. Diggs.”
You chuckle. “God, I love that.”
Once the song ends, you make your way back into the crowd and talk to his family. His mom immediately engulfs you in a hug. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. And thank you so much for coming.”
She sighs. “He is incredibly lucky.”
You stand next to her and watch Daveed talk to your parents. “If anything, I’m the lucky one.”
She rubs your back. “You two really seem to love each other.”
“We do. We really do.”
You leave the stage as the opening notes of the next song start playing, giving Renee a hug as soon as you see her. “Thank you!”
She grins. “I’m really enjoying this.”
You slowly walk over to Daveed.
“How long have you known?”
“Not long ago.” You place his hands on your stomach.
He continues singing, not processing that you changed the lyric.
“But you deserve the chance to meet your son.” Your eyes meet his, and he suddenly seems to understand what you mean, pulling you closer to him.
As soon the song stops, he turns to you. “You’re pregnant?”
You take a deep breath. “Yeah.”
His smile widens, and he kisses your forehead.
The two of you are inseparable during intermission. After the show, the cast congratulates the two of you. Almost everyone knew what was going on because Lin can’t keep a secret.
Once you get back to your apartment, Daveed kisses you. “We’re going to be parents.”
Lams fluff pretty please for my birthday tomorrow?
Yes of course! Sorry if this is late! Happy Birthday!
Moonlight shone in, stars twinkling silently by her side, winking and shining inside through the curtains. John sighed, turning on his right, feeling the cold side of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, holding the blanket closer to his chest. Checking the time, he rubbed his eyes.
With a groan he threw his legs out, stepping forward out of his room. Silently padding down the hall he could hear the tip tapping of the keyboard. He silently cursed to himself for tiredly believing Alex when he said he’d be done by midnight.
Midnight his ass.
“Alex?” An tired ‘hmm’ was his only response as he turned into the office, seeing a shaking Alex facing his keyboard, hair pulled back into a bu, glasses sat on his nose.
“Alex baby it’s two thirty in the morning.”
“John it’s only - “His eyes widened when he checked the clock, he could have sworn it was eleven five minutes ago.
“Alex you’ve been writing for hours. You’re ahead of schedule, come back to sleep.”
“I need to finish this John…”
He stepped forward, placing his arms around the shorter man’s shoulder and kissed the top of his head. Alex’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned back into the warmth, the shaking lessening.
“You can finish it when you’ve slept for more than five hours baby…” He kissed the top of his head, slowly taking the hair tie out and running his fingers through his hair.
“Mmmm…John I have to finish.” His whine was needy and tired, eyes barely open at this point. “Baby come on…” His kisses began running down the back of his neck, lingering a bit more as Alex melted, softer under his touch.
“Alexander come back to sleep…” John sung teasingly, making up a tune as his fingers trailed down his arms. “It’s so dark outside…”
“I know…” Alex muttered, eyes fully shut, words barely sounding like English, words begining to come out in a mix of languages. “Necesito…gotta finish mon essai…”
“You’ll finish it tomorrow baby girl…you’ll beat Jefferson and Madison.”
Alex practically purred at the pet name, smiling cheesily, “Mmmhmm…”
Grabbing by the arms, John helped him stand from the chair, picking him up, legs wrapped around his waist, face buried in John’s neck. He winced a bit at the glasses digging into his skin but ignored it, saving his work before making his way up the hall.
“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?” He sung, laying Alex down on the bed, taking his glasses off and putting them on the bedside table, “Now back in bed…”
“Hmmm, te amo…love you Johnny.”
John laughed at the pet name, crawling onto his side, pulling Alex to his chest, peppering his faces with kisses. “Love you Alexander. Best of husbands, best of men.”
Back to school tomorrow!! I’m in bed at ten, I’ve had my sleepytime tea, I’ve finished two essays and almost a full French exam paper! It was actually very lovely to just study for the day, and I kept on moving around to different areas so that I didn’t get too comfortable and sluggish! I have two home economic tests tomorrow so I’m up early to study!
I’ve missed The Great Gatsby so much! Out of all the texts I’ve been studying it’s undoubtably my favourite.
OH MY GOD ive finished my english exam today i aM SO RELIEVED i never have to write an essay again thank god. unfortunately it was really rushed towards the end, but there’s nothing i can do to change it now
i have an english essay due soon and so i made some notes to revise some techniques + to make up for the lesson i missed! crosses my fingers and hope that i’ll b able to finish my work + continue my productive streak!
Well gang, it’s only 34 minutes past the deadline, and my English Lit coursework is finally—finally—finished. I think I might have got a little attitude-y towards the end, used the term ‘trauma porn’, and referenced pop-up sex ads, but then again I’ve quoted @dukeofbookingham on the ‘critical circle-jerk’ surrounding Hamlet in an essay for this teacher before, so I reckon it should be alright…
Today marked the first day of a week full of studying for
your History finals. You weren’t worried because you were always good at
History, even I your high school you always got top marks. It also helps that
you had the sexist college professor. Professor Kim. Although he didn’t like
this name he preferred for his students to call him by his first name Namjoon.
He was one of the younger professors at your college, around your age you
guessed. It was strange how someone the same age as you was already a professor,
but you just chalked it up to since he was extremely smart he graduated early.
As finals got closer you noticed that Namjoon had begun taking more notice of
you and continually asked if you needed any tutoring. You thought this was
strange considering you had always done well in his class. Well that was before
he approached you he day before finals with a past test you had failed. You had
completely forgot about that test. It was of course over the Pacific War, the
one chapter that you fell asleep through in his class due to staying up late to
finish an English essay. After telling him over and over that the test was only
a fluke, and that you understood the material, he was still determined to have
you come in for special tutoring. “I just want to make sure that my top student
did her best on the test.” He said with a smirk while turning around, He spoke
again, head slightly turned. “Also you now have mandatory tutoring with me
after my open office hours if you want to pass my class.” With that he walked
away. You were half confused, half intrigued to what this smug professor was up
to, but you were very excited to find out. At 8 o’clock sharp you showed up at
Namjoon’s office door only to be pulled in and pushed against the already closed
door with lips pressed against yours. Namjoon leaned back and looked you in the
eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that…” He said while locking
the door and looking back at you. He began to pull you towards his desk with a
smirk on his face. And as he bent you over, while leaning over to whisper in
your ear “…and way more kitten.”
An in-depth guide to write super-awesome commentaries. So my IB paper 1 unseen text exam is tomorrow, so thought I might condense all that I’ve learnt on poetry analysis over my high school life here.
Reading the poem/those first 5 minutes:
The first time you do so, don’t worry about finding literary devices etc. Just read it. Feel the mood, feel the poem. Often in exams, you are given 5 minutes of reading time when you’re not suppose to write anyway, so really make use of that time. Remember your initial impression of the poem.
Ask yourself the following questions: WHAT is going on here? (What is the “dramatic situation”? WHO is speaking? (Known as the voice or persona. What kind of a person, what is their attitude to the situation? Who are they speaking to? How consistent is the speaker with the situation?
Ask yourself how the poem achieves the effect you noted above. Look for: PATTERNS: The effect of the structure, the construction of the stanzas, lines. Repetition? Look for use of rhyme, metre, rythm, and sound patterns. IMAGES: What appeals to the senses? Look for taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement. What about literal images? Or are they figurative? Why? WORDS (Use of diction): Why the choice and position of words? What extra implications, connotations, dimensions, allusions? Ask yourself how these contribute to what the poem is doing.
Now use lots of pretty highlighters to annotate the poem. It helps to use a colour scheme! For example, use orange for literary devices, green for specific use of diction etc… It makes it easier to identify and go back to what you’ve found while writing the essay.
Literary devices: So, so important. Focus on how language shapes meaning. I have created a page with all useful devices you could use HERE.
Structure: Look at the number of lines per stanza (Is it a tercet? A Quatrain? - Find the names of your poem structure on the same post as the literary devices) Look at rhythm (pentameter) and rhyming scheme. (ABAB or ABBA…) OR is it free verse? Drop all of this down somewhere on the page.