invigilate

Things to remember in exam period:

-You’ve worked your butt off for this. You will be fine.
-If you panic, tell an invigilator/teacher. They’ll know what to do. Sit at the front of the hall if you know you’re likely to panic.
-Sleep and eat. Your body will thank you and you’ll do better.
-Don’t talk about answers after the exam. That will stress you out, and then you’ll be panicked for the rest of the exam period. What happens, happens.
-What other people do is not important, as long as you feel like you’ve done all you could.
-Spend time doing things other than revising. Friends, family and pets will all be grateful and it will stop that pre-exam stress everyone gets.

Remember, if it’s an A* or a D, your grades do not define your worth. Do your best and remember there’s always second chances. I love you all.

—  important (studysleepeat)
German vocab: Exam season

die Prüfung(-en) - exam

die Klausur(-en) - exam

das Examen(-) - exam

die Probeprüfung(-en) - mock exam

die Probeklausur(-en) - mock exam

der Leistungsdruck - pressure to achieve

der Schulstress - stress at school

die Prüfungszeit - exam period

die Examensergebnisse - exam results

die Note(-n) - grade

der Prüfer(-) / die Prüferin(-nen) - examiner

die Examensvorbereitung(-en) - exam preparation

die Versagensangst - fear of failure

die mündliche(-n) Prüfung(-en) - oral exam

die schriftliche(-n) Prüfung(-en) - written exam

die Abschlussnote(-n) - final grade

die Abschlussprüfung(-en) - final exam

die Furcht - fear/dread

die Erwartung(-en) - expectation

die Karteikarten - flashcards

die Mindmap(s) - mind map

die Aufsichtsführende(-n) - invigilator

das Abitur - high school leaving qualification (Germany)

die Matura - high school leaving qualification (Austria)

die Erfolgsquote - pass rate

der Erfolg(e) - success

der Notendurchschnitt(-e) - grade point average

die Prüfungsanmeldung - exam registration

die Prüfungsunterlagen - exam papers

der Prüfungstermin(-e) - exam date

die Prüfungsangst - exam nerves

die Examensgebühr(-en) - exam fee

die Prüfungsfrage(-n) - exam question

das Prüfungsfach(-“er) - exam subject

der Prüfungstag(-e) - exam day

das Prüfungsbüro(-s) - exam office

die Prüfungstechnik - exam technique

das Zertificat(-e) - certificate

das Zeugnis(-se) - certificate/school report

gestresst - stressed

besorgt - anxious

ängstlich - anxious

gut vorbereitet - well-prepared

klug - clever

fähig - able

schwierig - difficult

erfolgreich - successful

erfolglos - unsuccessful

Angst vor (+dat) etw haben - to be scared of sth

ausrasten (sep) - to flip out

in Tränen ausbrechen (sep) - to burst in to tears

Examen machen - to do exams

eine Prüfung machen - to sit an exam

eine Prüfung schreiben - to sit an exam

eine Prüfung bestehen - to pass an exam

Antworten überprüfen (insep) - to check answers

nochmals überprüfen (insep) - to recheck

einen Fehler machen - to make an error

antworten - to answer

schreiben - to write

prüfen - to examine

lernen - to learn

wiederholen (insep) - to revise

Notizen machen - to take notes

büffeln - to cram

pauken - to cram

zögern - to procrastinate

verwirklichen - to achieve (a goal)

erreichen - to achieve

stolz auf (+akk) etw/jdn sein - to be proud of sth/sb

gute Noten bekommen - to get good grades

schlechte Noten bekommen - to get bad grades

(bei einer Prüfung) durchfallen (sep) - to fail (an exam)

sitzenblieben müssen - to have to repeat a year

Originally posted by johansebastianruby

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Can we get more of The Getaway!!

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What if Claire got pregnant in high school?


The Getaway: Part 5

Claire clicked her pen against the graffiti laden desk. Exam finished, she only needed to wait out another thirty minutes and she’d be free for another day.

Only three more to go, she chanted silently as her stomach twisted.

Gripping the edge of the small exam table, she dipped her head forward, placing her forehead on the cold wood.

The sickness had started only a month before. Claire had awoken, the grip of something painful rolling through her stomach as she’d dashed for the toilet, only just making it in time to lose the contents of her belly.

Since then, Claire had managed to control the vomiting. But now, under the pressure of one of her most important A Levels, the stress was making it hard to counteract the very pressing need.

Putting her hand up, she gripped her waist, struggling to subdue the urge. Her tummy felt hard, oddly so, she noted, waggling her fingers in an awkward attempt at getting the invigilators attention.

On seeing her, the older woman sidled over, a look of intense boredom plastered across her face.

“I need the toilet, please…” Claire begged, swallowing back the need to throw up over her completed paper.

“Can you not wait? It’ll be over soon and you’re free to go as you please.” The lady returned, clearly not wishing to accompany her at this late hour.

“Can’t.” Claire whispered, sweat gathering at the base of her spine as her stomach revolted quietly.

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Ease - Part 5

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length4.8k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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A couple of weeks passed, and before you knew it, lectures were starting and you had to make the daily commute to the university. It was strange to see so many people in different years interacting, as you had become accustomed to your high school never mixing class levels. However, you were looking forward to not having to intensely study or take extra classes like you used to, as the pressure from your parents was now gone, and freedom was beckoning.

Clearly, I’m not the only one who’s taking advantage of the independence, you thought to yourself, as you spied a group of girls standing in a huddle, all wearing heels and makeup. Eventually, after wandering around one of the buildings you found the right classroom for your last lecture of the day. You scanned the crowds, slightly thankful that Taehyung had decided to go for orange hair, as it meant that you didn’t have to stand there long looking for him amongst the other students.

Both majoring in the same subject, it was nice to have your best friend with you in such a foreign setting, although you were doing different minors, yours about the Korean language. Although you were quite confident with your current ability, you wanted proof on paper that you were more than capable of speaking Korean. The last thing you wanted was a repeat of that one job interview you had a few years back.

Sitting down next to Taehyung, you gave him a small smile before pulling out your books, ignoring his questioning glances.

Unfortunately, Taehyung doesn’t like to be ignored. “Yah, Y/N! Why haven’t you been answering my texts? There’s a new film out which I really wanted to see with you, but you didn’t reply. We haven’t spoken in weeks!  Are you annoyed with me?”

The short answer was yes, you were annoyed with Taehyung. With his happy-go-lucky persona, he sometimes failed to notice when you were ticked off. Sometimes it wasn’t all bad, as all you needed was time to cool off and sort out your head, and you could return to Taehyung with no feelings hurt. However, sitting next to him before the lecturer arrived, you found it hard to pretend that you weren’t upset. Taehyung had been sucking as a friend ever since he met Yeji, but until that point, he hadn’t noticed that anything was wrong.

“Y/N? Please talk to me,” he asked quietly, his voice growing more serious. “You’re not being your usual self, and you’re only like this when you’re annoyed.”

“I’m frustrated,” you replied, through gritted teeth, finally turning to face his way but keeping your expression blank. “You’re struggling to keep your promises recently. It just… gets to me.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said straightaway, his eyes full of remorse as he hunched his shoulders. “If this is about Yeji…”

“We’ll talk after class.” The lecturer tapped on her desk, signalling that she wanted to begin, so you opened your books and pretended to be extremely interested on the word she was writing on the chalkboard.

You could feel Taehyung shifting beside you, clearly uncomfortable at how the conversation had ended. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual, since you hated making Taehyung worried. He was still your best friend, after all, and seeing him bite the inside of his mouth and jiggle his leg out of the corner of your eye reaffirmed the fact that he was getting upset, too.

While your teacher was still talking, Taehyung leaned closer and whispered in your ear, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck and sending warm shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Swallowing painfully at the distress behind his words, you nodded in reply, still focusing on the board in front of you. Looking at Taehyung would only make you want to reach out and hug him close, but you needed to sort this problem through with him first. Although to others it may have seemed like a small misunderstanding, you felt like it was important to do something before your friendship was damaged.

After a while, you became fully immersed in the lecture, scribbling down notes as the teacher, Ms. Han, rambled on seemingly without breath. So immersed, that you barely noticed the hand that lay around your wrist, until Taehyung began rubbing his thumb against the material of your jumper. Suddenly, you could barely hear what Ms. Han was saying, and instead you became very aware of how Taehyung kept his head over his paper, his left-hand scrawling across the page and his right hand continuing to hold the top of your hand in comfort. It was a simple action, something that shouldn’t have made you feel weak and shaken. Taehyung had done this many times before, either sat on the sofa during your film nights, or falling asleep at the back of a car on a long trip.

But it was different now. Taehyung was with Yeji, and you were supposed to be ignoring him. So, you withdrew your hand, shoving it into your pocket. You saw Taehyung pause for a second, his pale orange hair flopping over his eyes with his tongue peeping out in concentration, but then he continued to write again.

After that, you found it impossible to think of anything else.


It was the day of the Suneung – the exam you had been working towards through all of high school. If you did well, you would be accepted into your chosen university in Seoul. Although your parents weren’t too fussed about which university you got in to, you knew Taehyung’s parents were keen for their son to do well.

However, despite this, you felt the pressure of the big exam hanging over you as you and Taehyung walked towards the exam hall, watching the rows and rows of desks get ever closer. Your friend’s face was pale, and you were aware of your dark eyebags that had formed from the sleepless nights due to stress.

“Good luck, Tae,” you muttered, trying to calm yourself down.

“Good luck,” Taehyung echoed. “We’ve got this.”

You felt Taehyung’s hand wrap around yours, and without hesitation you held his hand back, gripping each other’s fingers as if your lives depended on it. Although it was more of a terrified reaction, you couldn’t help feeling reassured from Taehyung’s touch. Knowing that the both of you were in this together made a lot of difference to your nerves. You were a team, and you were going to give that exam your best shot.

Other students brushed by, but you fixated on Taehyung’s even breathing as he stood beside you, trying to mimic the steady rise and fall of his chest to calm yourself down. Despite only being a few inches shorter than him, Taehyung turned your head and lifted your chin so you were looking at him, his eyes flickering between yours.

“No matter what happens, you worked hard,” he said sincerely, voice deep.

He looked at you as if you were alone together, with all the students around you invisible – and you stared back, unintentionally doing the same. “You too, Taehyung. I’m proud of us.”

Taehyung smiled toothlessly, his lips stretching across his cheeks. Simultaneously, you both turned back to look at the exam hall, your hands still locked together. He rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand as the invigilators called the students in, reminding everyone that no mobile phones were allowed inside the hall. You held on to Taehyung until you stepped through the door, right up until the last second.


Filing out of the classroom, you waited for Taehyung to catch up in the corridor. The hallway was almost empty by the time Taehyung appeared, still stuffing books in his bag. There was a definite tension hanging over the both of you, which was presumably the reason why Taehyung cut straight to the chase, approaching you with a subdued posture.

“What’s wrong? Why are you annoyed with me?” There was a distress behind his words, causing to guilt rip through your heart like slashes. However, you were unable to form your words, not wanting to hurt Taehyung or be rude.

“Because…” you said eventually, “you haven’t spent much time with me since we got here.” Realising how childish that must have sounded, you rambled on. “Every time we hang out, you leave me to be with Yeji. I know she’s your girlfriend now, but I thought we were going to try to keep in contact? We’ve been through a lot, Tae, so I don’t understand why things have to change.”

“What do you mean, leaving you?”

“At the park, the party, the cupcake shop? I even came to your house to talk to you and you went upstairs.” Was he really that clueless?

“Why didn’t you say anything? I thought you were happy for me.”

You sighed, exasperated. “Of course I am, Taehyung. But lately I never get to see you. It annoyed me, so I needed some space before I spoke to you again.”

Taehyung’s nostrils flared, a sign that he was getting upset. He turned his head away, eyes down and his Adam’s apple bobbing. It accentuated his jawline, which did not help the situation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise,” he said quietly, his deep-toned voice unwavering. “I guess I was getting caught up. It’s all happening so quickly that I barely had time to think. I was planning to ring you that day, because I felt bad for leaving you at the cake shop by yourself, but Yeji asked me out when we were at the park and I completely forgot about everything else.”

The news that Yeji asked Taehyung out came as a shock, but you kept your expression indifferent and stayed silent.

“I get why you’re frustrated,” he continued, finally turning to meet your eyes, his dark brown irises captivating your attention. “I’ll try harder to be a better friend to you, I swear.”

“You’re an idiot, Kim Taehyung,” you said, only half-seriously.

Although his mouth didn’t move, you could see his eyes smiling as he knew his grovelling was working. “Do you want to hang out? I’m free for the rest of today.”

“I can’t. I’m meeting Jungkook.”

There was a flash of surprise across Taehyung’s face, blinking rapidly at this new information with his mouth agape. “Jungkook?” he asked, slightly astounded.

“Mmm,” you hummed, deliberately not expanding further as you enjoyed watching the dumbfounded boy.

“So… this meeting with Jungkook… you can’t even squeeze in a coffee beforehand?”

You thought for a moment. “I guess I could…”

“I want to talk this through properly. You’re right, we haven’t seen much of each other-”

“Taehyung?”

Both of you swivelled round to the source of the question, but the sinking feeling in your chest already told you who had come down the corridor. As Yeji strode forward, Taehyung jumped back, putting more distance between you. It was a subtle move, but it made you wonder if Yeji got jealous about Taehyung hanging out with you, just like you got jealous of Yeji.

“Tae, where were you? You were supposed to meet us out front.” She reached Taehyung’s side and linked her arm through his. When he stared at her blankly, she raised her eyebrows. “My friend’s birthday party? Did you not remember?”

You weren’t listening. She called him Tae. It smarted you slightly, hearing the nickname leave her red lips. It’s not like you gave him that nickname, but apart from yours and his family, you were the only one that didn’t call him Taehyung.

“Come on, we’re going to be late. Sorry again, Y/N. I don’t mean to be rude.” Arm in arm, Yeji pulled Taehyung away.

“Tae, what about-”

“Next time, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder.

If there was one word to describe how you felt, it would be livid. Just as you were about to sort out your problems, Taehyung left. He glanced back at you as he went through double doors, his eyes full of regret, and full of apologies that you didn’t want to hear.


“1, 2, 3, 4,” counted Jungkook, watching you do a complicated spin jump and landing neatly to move straight into another position. You spun your arms round and kicked your feet out to the rhythm, ending on a dramatic pose.

“Nice,” said Jungkook chirpily, while you panted from the effort. “You’ve got a lot of power in your moves, although you tend to be a bit stompy. I know it’s an active routine, but you’ve got to maintain fluidity throughout. Once more?”

Nodding in reply, Jungkook reset the music to the beginning and this time he joined in. You’d been at this for hours now, learning the first part of the dance routine Jungkook had choreographed. The shirt you wore was damp with sweat and your chest heaved, but you kept up the fast pace that Jungkook managed to set, despite him looking hot and tired himself. He seemed to have endless energy as he rolled his body and slid his feet across the floor, which wasn’t surprising as the tank top he wore displayed defined muscles up his arms and across his back.

You watched yourselves in the mirrors of the dance room that Hoseok and Yoongi had showed you, a small sense of pride setting in as you remained perfectly in sync. However, you noticed that once you reached the jump-spin, Jungkook moved more swiftly and naturally into the next position, whereas you looked jerky and unclean.

“That was good,” he said, once you both finished.

“Don’t lie,” you puffed, “I fell behind on the timing on the last bit.”

Jungkook threw you a towel from a pile by the wall, wrapping one round his neck. “Don’t worry, it’s just because I know the dance better than you.” It was supposed to be words of comfort, but instead you found yourself getting upset.

“I wasn’t doing it right,” you insisted. “Let’s do it again.”

Jungkook frowned, walking up to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. His chocolate-brown hair was plastered to his forehead and his chest gleamed with sweat, but he must’ve still had energy as he pulled you down against one of the walls until you were sitting side-by-side.

“What’s wrong?” he asked gently. It was the same thing Taehyung had asked earlier after your lecture, but Jungkook’s voice was less deep and had a certain mystic quality about it.

You shook your head, but Jungkook pressed on. “Is it to do with Taehyung?”

Hugging your legs, you tried to find the best way to explain the situation without making you want to burst out in tears. “It’s not that exciting,” you smiled ruefully. “He’s got… another friend that he prioritises, and I’m being pushed away as a result.”

“You’re angry with him,” Jungkook stated. When you frowned in confusion, he added, “You’ve been distracted this whole time. When you dance, you’re acting like you’re trying to fight something rather than just letting go and moving to the music. Aish, I’m sounding like Namjoon,” he laughed. “Speaking of whom, is it true that you like Taehyung?”

“What?” you gasped, whipping your head round so fast that your neck almost cramped. “How did Namjoon-?”

“Jin and Namjoon could apparently ‘just tell’, and when I knew they were keeping a secret, I forced them to tell me. I can be pretty persuasive.” He wiggled his eyebrows, earning a small smile from you. “So, go on. When did you start liking Taehyung? How long have you been friends again?”

There was something about Jungkook that you knew you could trust. Perhaps it was his age, as after being nosey, you’d found out that Jungkook was also in his first year of college, whereas Namjoon and Jin were in their second. Hoseok and Yoongi, too, were a year older, so talking to Jungkook about your thoughts felt more natural.

“I moved to Korea when I was 12,” you began, starting to reminisce, “which meant that I was starting middle school. Back home, I’d already been in middle school for a year, so I didn’t expect there to be much difference between here and there. But the schools here are unbelievably stricter and education is practically cherished, so I didn’t know how much I would struggle. To help me fit in, my parents placed me in mixed-gender school, and that’s where I met Taehyung.

“My Korean was bad at this point, and I could only just understand what people were saying. But Tae… he didn’t care about my lack of communication. He did more than enough talking, for the both of us, actually. He looked after me, helped me with my homework, and when we reached high school and we worked from the early hours of the morning to late at night, he made sure I ate well and took sufficient breaks.” Sighing, you looked down at your lap. “He was always more than a best friend to me. He’s… special.”

It felt good to let it out. After so long of suppressing your feelings, sharing your thoughts to Jungkook made your body feel ten times lighter, despite the annoyance that still resonated in you from Taehyung’s sudden departure earlier on.

“He’s special all right,” Jungkook chuckled, resting his head on the wall. “But the Taehyung I know wouldn’t push you away. Granted, I haven’t known him long, but he worships you. It’s always ‘Y/N loves this’ or ‘I did this with Y/N’. Even now he’s dating Yeji, you’re still talked about every five seconds.”

You and Jungkook continued to talk for a while, discussing anything and everything. Usually you would never talk this long to anybody except Taehyung, but once Jungkook got started, he didn’t stop. The conversation was only interrupted by a beep from Jungkook’s phone.

“Aish, I almost forgot,” he said, standing up hurriedly. “We’re supposed to be helping Jin cook tonight.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry we didn’t practice that much.”

“No, no, it was my fault. I’d better go.” He started shoving his spare clothes into his bag, but he paused while holding aloft his sport shoes. “Hey, Y/N? Why don’t you join us for dinner? It’s seafood night.”

You thought about it for a moment. “Will Taehyung be there?” you asked nonchalantly, but it was obvious why you brought him up.

“He said something a few days back about a party, so I don’t think so.”

“Seafood sounds great.”


It had begun to rain by the time you reached Taehyung’s house, going from a clear night to a heavy downpour in just a few minutes. Bursting through the door, you and Jungkook stood in the entrance, soaking wet and noses dripping. Although you were sodden to the bone, you both laughed at your misfortune and began stripping off your jumpers and shoes.

“Did you have a nice swim?” Namjoon called from the sofa, where he was curled under a blanket.

“Rub it in, why don’t you,” laughed Jungkook, throwing a wet sock at Namjoon and causing the older boy to yell. “Jin, Y/N’s having dinner with us.”

Jin appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, drying up a glass. “That’s cool. Okay, everyone to the kitchen!”

As you did as you were told, Jungkook decided to chase Namjoon around the room, holding his arms open to give Namjoon a very wet hug.

“Stay away from me you animal!” he cried, looking slightly terrified as Jungkook effortlessly ran him down and jumped on his back. Entering the kitchen laughing, you rolled up your sleeves ready to get stuck in.

However, your smile faded as you saw your best friend seated at the island in the middle, chopping vegetables absentmindedly. Taehyung looked up and made eye contact with you, your bodies freezing simultaneously. The laughter from Jungkook also died as he saw Taehyung, sliding off Namjoon’s back and pulling his shirt straight.

You didn’t know how to react. There was still the anger inside you from earlier, which was further fuelled by Taehyung looking back down at the chopping board and continuing to slice onions, not even saying hello. However, Jin, unaware that there was anything wrong, gave out instructions to the remaining three of you.

“… Finally, Y/N, I want you cut up the fish,” said Jin, handing you a chopping board and a knife. “Sit next to Taehyung and keep out the way of the cooker. It’s going to get hot.”

Jin pulled out the chair next to Taehyung, so you had no choice but to plonk yourself down, your body heavy. Taehyung’s eyes were darting between your hands and his, as if he was scared how you were going to react.

Clearing your throat to break the silence, you asked, “So, what happened to that party?”

“Didn’t feel like going,” Taehyung replied, sniffing from the fumes of the onions.

“Ah,” was all you could manage. You didn’t know what to say to him. Although you still wanted to sort out your issues, you weren’t sure how to bring up the subject with Taehyung avoiding eye contact and Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook standing nearby.

Looking at Jungkook for help was no use, as he only gave you an apologetic smile in return, leaving you even more unsure as to how to handle the situation. Sighing, you turned to cut the fillets of fish laid out in front of you, but as you reached for the knife, Taehyung lay his hand on top of yours.

His eyes were watering from the onions, but the look he gave you was sincere. “I know saying sorry isn’t enough anymore,” he explained quietly, just about audible above the sizzling of the pans. “Which is why I didn’t go to the party. I was planning to come see you after dinner and prove to you that I do care for you, and I really didn’t mean to push you away like that. It was wrong of me, I see that. Can we try again? I promise I’ll make it up to you – I really promise. My promises have been pretty empty recently, but can you trust me on this one?”

There was a silence following his words in which you both stared at each other, trying to figure out what the other was thinking with only the sounds of the other boys talking and laughing to keep you company. It didn’t really take much for you to forgive Taehyung; more than anything, you just wanted things to return to how they were before moving to Seoul. But was it enough?

Sure, you could forgive Taehyung, but it would mean that more lies would be told just so that you wouldn’t ruin the relationship he had with Yeji. It would mean hiding your feelings for a little while longer. Ignoring Taehyung meant that you weren’t in danger of revealing too much, but it also meant that you felt incredibly lonely. And you missed him.

“I think-”

There was a loud yell and a burst of orange from behind Taehyung, cutting off your words. Namjoon had somehow managed to create a burst of fire on the gas hob, causing him to scream and jump backwards, sending the pan he was holding clattering to the floor. Although it seemed quite dramatic in Namjoon’s eyes, the rest of you burst into floods of laughter as he stared at the cooker with wide eyes, clearly traumatised.

“Namjoon,” Jin said, wiping a tear from his eye after you’d all calmed down, “go sit this one out. You’re a fire hazard.”

After Namjoon had meekly left the kitchen, you all returned to your jobs, but you noticed how the tension between you and Taehyung had lifted, despite not openly stating your acceptance of his apology. Instead, you smiled at him to show that no grudges were being held, and Taehyung’s face split into his usual rectangular grin.

“Let’s pretend this never happened,” you muttered, unable to keep yourself from looking pleased.

“What never happened?” butted in Jin, his eyes on stalks as he stuck his head between you, purposefully being nosey.

Thankfully, Taehyung leapt into telling you a story about Namjoon and the ‘shower incident’, disregarding Jin’s inquisitive looks, and gratefully, you listened. There was no better feeling than to makeup after an argument with your best friend.

The rest of the night continued the same way, Jungkook laughing at the retellings of Namjoon’s misfortunes while Namjoon tried, and failed, to defend his case. You and Taehyung joked around like old times, and soon the night flashed by. The meal, mainly cooked by Jin, was delicious, and afterwards you all sat on the sofas and chatted well into the evening, too full to do much else.

You only became aware of how close Taehyung was sitting when his head dropped onto your shoulder, eyes drooping shut and his breathing becoming deeper and steadier. Having his fragile body cradled so close to yours gave your heart a bitter-sweet relief from the constant string pulling it was used to. Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows when he saw how snuggled up Taehyung was, and you childishly stuck out your tongue in his direction.

“What? You two are cute,” he argued, feigning offence.

“He’s got a girlfriend,” you hissed, trying not to wake him. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

But you couldn’t help wishing it did.

It was peaceful, sitting there with your friends, both old and new. Jungkook was keeping everyone entertained by doing imitations, with Jin’s laugh making it harder for Namjoon to draw breath. Subconsciously, you stroked Taehyung’s hair as he slept deeper, his arm draped across your lap. After a long day, it was a calming atmosphere.

The rain continued to pour as you decided it was your time to leave. However, as you began shrugging on your coat, Jin appeared at your side, holding up his car keys.


The roads were dark and quiet, the rain making the city lights misty through the blurred windscreen. Jin tapped on the steering wheel as he drove, quietly singing a song to himself. He had good voice, you noticed. Strong, yet sweet.

“How are you keeping that a secret from him?” Jin asked suddenly, eyes still focused on the road.

“What do you mean?”

“That you like him. It can’t be easy for you, pretending.”

You laughed, but it sounded odd to your ears so you stopped quickly. Of course it wasn’t easy, but when it came to Taehyung, you were willing to put feelings aside to let him be happy.

“Do you love him?” Jin pressed, after you didn’t answer his last question.

“As a friend, yes.”

“But are you in love with him?”

Spinning your body round, you turned to face him, his handsome features outlined by the street lamps outside. “Why all the questions?”

Jin just smiled gently, slowly shrugging his broad shoulders. “I’m your sunbae, right? Therefore, as my hubae, you’re going to need my advice. But you need to answer my questions so I can actually give you advice.”

To humour him, you thought deeply about what your true feelings about Taehyung were. The butterfly nest in your stomach, the jelly legs, the heart rate increase – wasn’t that all just infatuation? Surely it was just a crush?

But then there were the daydreams about Taehyung, the urge to hold his hand, the content feeling in your chest whenever he sat slightly too close to you on the couch. The feeling of…

Love.

You opened your mouth to tell Jin just as he pulled up outside your house. “I’ll walk you up the steps,” he said, completely unaware of your reeling thoughts.

He used his coat as an umbrella for the both of you, splashing your way to the front door, but you hardly noticed the water seeping through your shoes.

“I know of the no boy rule in your house, so I’ll leave you here. Night, Y/N.”

Bowing in farewell, Jin turned to leave, heading back into the downpour. You watched him begin walking, but he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wheeling round to look at you standing motionlessly under the shelter.

“I know you love him,” he said matter-of-factly, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Your expression when I mentioned the word ‘love’ was priceless. One bit of advice: if you don’t want Taehyung to find out, work on your acting skills.” Then, he was gone.

And you were left with that single realisation: you were in love.

You know you’re obsessed with the Captive Prince when:

You’re in a three hour Tudor history exam, and you’ve got not one, but three different Charleses in one paragraph, and all you can think is ‘I am Charls, you are Charls, we are both named for our grandfather Charles’ 

Followed by:‘Charls is a popular Veretian name’ …’And becoming more popular by the day.’ 

AND YOU HAVE A RIDICULOUS GRIN ON YOUR FACE AND THE INVIGILATOR IS STARING AT YOU LIKE ‘WHY AREN’T YOU SUFFERING LIKE THE OTHER POOR SODS IN HERE??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???’ 

And you return your attention back to the paper to avoid said dragon invigilator and realise you have spelt Charles as Charls througout the paragraph you have just been avoiding. 

Stupid Mistakes GCSE students make (and how to avoid them!)

These could possibly be the difference between you getting the top grade:

1. Learn the definitions! Those two marks are just recall you can’t afford to lose them.

2. You don’t read the question.Or even worse, you write the answer in an exam that is for a similar question you did before but doesn’t answer the question on the paper. READ THE QUESTION.

3. You don’t give yourself enough time for the longer questions. Try and get those six markers done in the middle of the exam when your not as nervous and aren’t rushing.

4.You have a staring contest with the invigilator/ room around you: You don’t have time for that! Look back down!

5.You don’t go to the bathroom before the exam: You think you can hold an hour but you really won’t. Good luck recalling quotes whilst trying not to wet yourself!

6. You don’t revise for the subjects you don’t like/ you find hard: whether you prepare or not your still going to have to sit that exam so do your prep.

7. You don’t like to admit when you need help: If you don’t know something it will affect you the most, not your teacher or peers.

What I like to do is sticky note the problem areas and then ask my teacher or friends to find a solution. If you don’t understand something try asking any of the alevel studyblrs who have (most likely) done GCSE already ( including me!)

8. Wishful thinking: Not revising something because you hope it’s not on the exam is not good enough and it probably will be there so cover everything!

Ps: I hope this isn’t applicable to anyone reading this but NEVER CHEAT!

Scenario 1: you’ll get caught and banned from taking the rest of your exams.

Scenario 2: You get away with it , you get grades you don’t deserve, and it will bite you in the ass at a level when you have to use GCSE knowledge as a foundation 😉

08.05.17 // It’s exam season!

I’m working pretty much full-time as an invigilator over the next 2 weeks. It’s more fun than it sounds, because I’ll get paid.

It’s a super busy time of year, so of course I’ve bought a whole bunch of new art supplies…

  • Pyrography tool! One (1) experiment so far, burning the alphabet onto MDF wood and squiggly patterns onto scraps of leather.
  • A stand to keep my pyrography tool safe. It’s basically a soldering iron stand. Soon to arrive: heat-resistant glove.
  • Glass paints: ready for a new art project. I have zero experience with glass painting. Hoping skills are transferable from other areas?

I’m unlikely to have time to test them out until exams are over, but it’s fun to see them arrive.

In the meantime, I’m keeping myself from dying of exam dullness by re-acquainting myself with the concept of fiction books. Not academic. Fictional. 

NOW READING: Ancillary Sword by Ann Leckie

anonymous asked:

A crab tickled my pussy and I was so turned on that I absorbed it now I'm scared I have an exam tomorrow and what if it materialises and tickles the invigilator's pussy

more like in-VAG-ilator

Guess who just finished her last exam of second year 😭🎉😭 I’m donneeeeeeeeeee 😩😩😩

Day 8 of exams

The university is quiet. Most students have finished their exams and gone home for the summer. The ghosts of what they lost here remain.

Those students who still have exams this week wander from venue to venue. Trapped. Today is their last exam. Tomorrow they will come back for another. That will be their last exam, too.

I pick up the exams I’m due to invigilate today. The Exams Officer greets me with a song. Her fixed smile tells me the darkness has consumed her.

An invigilator is off sick. One more exam means nothing to me now. I pick up the papers. The Exams Officer starts serenading me. I leave, a spectre of my former self.

The clock in this exam venue reads 3:01pm. The time on the exam paper says it should be morning. But in this room it is always 3:01pm.

anonymous asked:

Hi! For the prompt, fluffy highschool keynew please~ and congrats for you both xD

His eyes are dark but he is spun of light. When he moves, when he dances, the stage thrums with his every step. He breaks into a sweat of diamonds that slip along his limbs and shower his collar with damp. He is finite in the iron of his muscles, it is the mercury of his movements that defines infinity. In one moment he is untouchable steel, and in another he becomes molten lava. What little audience he may find is struck as if by the crackling of a star, its power and heat released in waves at their faces until they are red with surprise, with delight, with shock–that something could be so bright and yet not blind them. He spends days, weeks, months in the auditorium; alone and tireless. He builds his skill from blocks of courage and pebbles of aspiration. He dances mountains, creates buildings with a form so few in this school can appreciate or enjoy. He dances because it gives him peace, he dances to validate his existence in his own mind. He dances because his pulse burns and his heartbeat soars and his life ripples like an ocean of calm suddenly shaken awake into tide. Jinki knows as he watches from the sidelines; he will be a great artist one day, a great performer. He will become unforgettable when his feet touch veneer. He will rise above the rest and take the throne that awaits him.

But Kibum is more than all this. Much more. 

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ENGLISH LITERATURE HL: How to get a seven

[this was previously posted on bookfirefly] 

(Advice in this section can also mostly be applied to English Literature SL, Literature for other languages, as they have the same basic structure. English Language & Literature students may be able to find some useful advice regarding Paper 2 in this section, although the other components of the subject are rather different).

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interestingly-pale  asked:

I hope your exam went okay x

Thank you so much for asking 😊💐.

I managed to sit through it & write stuff, even though I had a hiccup half way through.
I had a bit of a brain burp & forgot what the word “concept” means. It was in one of my questions. My body went into flight mode & I just wanted to run away.

But I took a breather for a few minutes, then I remembered what it means & carried on with the exam. The fact that I have the reasonable adjustment that I can have a break whenever & they stop the clock is reassuring.

Also my invigilator​ was a cutie helped too. Before the exam started she was asking me if I wasn’t too warm or too cold. She was telling me to make sure that the computer chair I was sitting on was comfortable enough. She seemed like a genuine kind bean, bless her 😊.