i’ve seen a lot of these posts but none of them really aligned with my experience. so here it is, how to survive freshman year from one of many sophomores in this community. please take everything here with a grain of salt.
before school starts:
you will not need nearly as many notebooks as you think you do. please, save yourself the time and money and hold off on buying them until you know how many you need.
try not to get stuck in the school’s mindset of what classes you need. for example, most freshmen in my school (on a trimester system) take Bio 1, Chem 1, then Chem 2. i took all of those classes, but i really didn’t need to take bio 1 because i’m planning to complete my bio credits with AP Bio (and also bio is one of my stronger subjects). chem 1 and 2 are the only prerequisites for AP Bio, so what i should have done was drop Bio 1 and take a fine arts class instead to fill up those requirements. tl;dr: play to your strengths and don’t listen to the school when they tell you something is “highly recommended”.
if you’re doing a sport, please know when you have to turn in paperwork to play. don’t miss the deadline or put off your physical.
when school starts:
try not to pack too much in your backpack on the first day. paper, writing utensils, a jacket, water (reusable bottles will save your life), your lunch/money, and your student id!!! (very important) should cut it.
take a picture of your schedule on your phone. if you get a map mark where your classes are and take a pic of that too. chances are that flimsy piece of paper dictating your entire day will get torn, crumpled or lost. i’ve seen people say it looks horribly freshman-like if you carry around your schedule all day, if that’s a thing you worry about.
if you get a class you don’t like (that’s not a required class), switch out of it asap. don’t try and suffer through it for the credits. it will suck.
it’s not a big deal if you need to drop or raise a level. do what’s best for your gpa. don’t feel horribly inferior if there are freshmen taking 2 APs when you’re taking none (like me) because they probably took classes over the summer. they’re not geniuses, i promise.
PLEASE, try not to carry too much stuff in your backpack. at my school we don’t have lockers and my shoulders suffered because i thought i could bring a 1L bottle, three reading books, my thick jacket, and two large pencil case along with all my school stuff.
YOUR SCHOOL ID IS YOUR LIFELINE. try your best not to lose it, and if you do, replace it as soon as possible.
if you have the extra money, buying two sets of pe clothes is incredibly helpful. trust me on this.
don’t stress too much, it’s really not as bad as it seems.
once school is well underway:
don’t freak out if you do badly on a test. one of my friends got a d on her midterm and ended up having an a in the class. you’ll have time to pull it up.
at the same time, don’t slack either. people say freshman grades aren’t that important, especially if you show improvement in later years, but don’t let your grades go to the dogs. freshman year is the time to build good habits, and colleges really like to see unweighted 4.0s (or so i’ve heard)
be nice to your teachers. even if they’re demon spawn. my friend had a much nicer time than i did with our hellish english teacher simply because she talked to her a lot while i barely spoke at all. if your teachers like you they might be more willing to round your grade up or give you extra credit work.
do your best to always be prepared and have your stuff with you. it’s not fun having to ask around for stuff.
join some clubs. it helps with meeting new people and finding things you love. if they have competitions, it doesn’t look bad on your resume if you win any.
if your school offers the PSAT to freshmen, take it. it’s a good way to look at where you are versus where you want to be come junior year when you’re eligible for the NMSQT.
volunteer! get those hours in when you still have time. weekends are great if you aren’t too busy then.
try to have the phone number of at least one person in each of your classes. group chats are also great, because people aren’t online all the time and you can ask a bunch of people for help all at once. don’t let them distract you, though. a lot of my group chats like to wander off topic and talk about other things.
homework is gonna take a lot longer than it did in middle school. utilize the time you have effectively and do what it takes to make sure you’re ready to get to work. for example, one of my friends would always nap right after school for a few hours, and then do her homework later. i usually grab a snack and go on my phone for a few minutes to revitalize.
if you have time during school, try doing your homework then. you’ll still be in the school mindset and people will be around for you to ask for help.
try not to stay up past midnight. you really won’t need to, and you’ll be glad for the extra sleep. if you have to choose between finishing a small math assignment or going to sleep early for a test tomorrow, take the hit for the assignment and get some sleep.
people and relationships:
dating in freshman year tends to be quite ephemeral. if you don’t, good for you. no one will judge you. if you do, good for you. don’t prioritize it though, and be prepared for your friends to constantly tease you about it.
don’t date people older than you, especially seniors. i know this has been said a thousand times, but for good reason. please. do not.
making friends with people in higher grades is always a good thing, though! in my experience, juniors love freshmen and are probably the easiest to make friends with. they’re really good if you need some advice and you don’t have to worry about them leaving next year. seniors will honestly not care about you unless you see them often. sophomores have a reputation of bullying freshmen (at least in my school), but a lot of them are nice and will be in some of your classes.
for me, high school actually had more drama than middle school. don’t be afraid to drop friends and don’t be worried if you lose any; you’ll make better ones later.
a lot of the kids in my middle school went to a different high school, so i was basically starting from Ground Zero regarding friends. don’t be too concerned if you don’t click with people right away; i found most of my current friends during the second and third trimesters.
bring a charger or a power bank to school if you know you’re gonna need it. you’ll be able to charge your phone during class (if your teacher is ok with it) and if you ask around for one chances are you won’t get it.
bring snacks. most teachers are pretty chill about you snacking during class, and it’s better to have your own stuff than mooch off your friends.
the rules are more flexible. you can use your phone in class depending on the teacher, they even let you listen to music while they’re teaching if you have earbuds.
go to the dances if you want. i didn’t go to any because i’m lazy and also i like to spend my money on other things, but a lot of my friends consider it an important part of the high school experience. football games can be fun too, even if you don’t like football (like me). there’ll be band and cheer and dance if you’re into that, and you can also hang out with your friends (the ones from the school your school is playing too!) and eat really unhealthy snacks. same with pep rallies, except no food.
if your school has a newsletter or weekly news videos, pay attention to them. they usually have important information on where new clubs are meeting, spirit weeks, deadlines, events, etc.
everyone is really spirited the first month or so and then after that they don’t care. follow their lead.
talk to your teachers if you need help. they’ll do their best to work something out for you.
there’s gonna be that one person who thinks the world revolves around them and gets on your nerves. chances are everyone else hates them too. be nice to them, but don’t hang around them.
you’re not alone. everyone else is just as worried as you. have fun, and don’t sweat it.
Prompt: “Are you okay?” “Why do you ask?” “Because you’re wearing two different shoes.” ( *whispers* do IT )
Prompt #145 Thanks, Vans!!
It was a shit day, okay?
He woke up exactly 42 minutes late, his phone hadn’t charged over the night, the 10-page rhetoric essay that was due in —fuck, fourteen hours —was barely half finished, he missed the last bus and it was raining. Of course it was fucking raining.
Castiel springs through puddles, backpack hugged to his chest because he forgot his umbrella and the last thing he needs are his laptop and school books getting soaked.
He chances a look at his phone, barely clinging to 8% of life, and the clock tells him with little sympathy that it’s 9:00 a.m. He’s late.
It takes another four minutes to reach the academic hall and he barrels through a gaggle of associate professors and onto slippery linoleum.
The classroom door sings the most pitiful announcement of his presence, making Cas cringe and drawing seventeen pairs of eyes. Cas meets one particular pair, glazed with a mix of humor and concern and Cas grimaces in response, trying to discreetly lower himself into the desk closest to the door.
“Rough morning, Castiel?” Dr. Harvelle asks, eyes going back to her sheet of notes.
Cas sighs, too shaken to take the barb in stride. He stares down at the beige tabletop of his desk. “Yes, ma’am.”
Dr. Harvelle calls the class back to order and Cas breathes easier with every eye that leaves him. But he can still feel one gaze and refuses to look up again because he doesn’t want to talk about it. He just gets his laptop out, opens a blank Word document, and tries to speedily type up all the notes projected on the white board.
He’s just finished the slide when a text alert pops into the right corner of the screen.
Dean: Are you okay?
A hundred answers come to mind but Cas doesn’t have the energy to lie or tell the truth.
Cas: Why do you ask?
Dean: Because you’re wearing two different shoes.
Cas’s head whips down and, sure enough, he has one white sneaker and one red.
He straightens and stares ahead blankly for a moment before leaning back in complete defeat. He doesn’t hear another word Dr. Harvelle says for the rest of the hour.
I cant wear jackets or pants with patches because of sensory stuff and heat intolerance, so my backpack is my default patch place (i made all of em!)
Taking care of yourself and your sensory issues is super punk! I love this backpack so much! I’m in love with all of these patches, I might love Hate is Not a Family Value the most! But overall the most punk!!! Thanks for the submission @nightstrck!
- OT7 reaction to crush/girlfriend moving back to their home country.
-Jinhwan, Yunhyeong, Bobby. The younger boys reaction will be out soon after my midterm.
-Thank you for requesting and I’m sorry for taking so long to do this. Since I did took a bit longer to put it out, I included a mini back story to how they meet just to make it a bit longer. Hope this is what you were looking for.
Having dealt with enough shenanigans at home, iKon’s tiny eldest decided it was time he done something for himself. Backpack heavy and phone charged, he set out on the cold street of Seoul in a plain back attire of just jeans, t-shirt, heavy jacket, and a face mask. The city looked so nice glistening in the cracking dawn reaching out to the world with its small rays of yellow. Jinhwan sighed contently at that perfect silent of morning, that perfect sweet spot that set his heart still, the same kind he longed for ever since the camping trip 2 years ago. He had woke up early, annoyed in fact at his cursed bladder for badgering him at 5 in the morning. What had started out at a simple call of nature ended up having him hearing nature calling out with its peacefulness. He had sat by the river bank staring at the small ripples chases each other under the slight chilly breeze. Skipping down the step of the train station, he smiled even if no one could see it through the mask. No matter, he knew he was smiling and that was good enough. Excitement couldn’t stilled the weary heart of an overworked boy. He had gone to the station much too early so he settled down on a bench by the track, anticipation ran high. This trip was funded by him, for him, and only him. No one could spoil his alone time now… That is until he heard a sweet voice mumbling aimlessly, bouncing off the dusty columns of the station, permeating through the foggy air. He looked up, who else could be just as crazy as he was to be traveling stupidly early in the day.
“Where the- What the freaking frack??”
A girl can’t be that much older than him, backpack heavy, phone still connect to a portable charger wandering the platform with her brows furrowed. God know why but he found himself smiling foolishly at the frustration seeping from those doe eyes, small cusses muddled the pretty pink lips. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Lonely trip long forgotten, he straighten himself up, regretting not dressing up a bit more before calling out.
“Hey, do you need help? I’m Jinhwan!”
“Y/n, nice to meet you.”
You sat down next to the handsome man, nearly couldn’t believe your eyes of just how pretty he was. Half your heart was filled with fear of being con by a stranger in a distant land but the other half, all you wished was for this to be real. Something about the way he nervously chuckled at your story of being lost had your heart doing flips. Soon enough, you both had found out enough about each other to feel as if you were old childhood friend. Him revealing his status of being an international star put your weary heart to rest as he sat there waiting for you to google him. With a small giggle, you let go of all your worries as he held out a hand to you. Grasping on tightly, he pulled you toward the track waiting as the whistling train settling down on the track. Where you were going? You had no idea and neither did Jinhwan but somehow it just felt right.
Backpack heavy, phone charged, Jinhwan once again set out on the cold street of Seoul with a weary heart. It had been 3 years since that fateful day at the station. Unlike the first time, he was now sitting in the backseat of a small car, hands desperately clutching onto yours as if it could somehow change this whole situation. Deep in his heart, he still couldn’t believe this was happening even as his eyes tracing out the familiar smudge on the wall of the nearby convenient store, the pothole on the sidewalk, the same oak tree he had seen billions of time on his way oversea for activities.
“Jinhwan… Hey, are you listening to me?” You whisper, trying your best to reel in the man that was lost upon the silent world outside.
“Hmm? yea… Sorry, I’m a bit sleepy.” Him, he’s trying his best to escape to outer space.
“Anyways, you can visit me when you’re on break? I’ll visit you too!”
Those innocent eyes, that bright voice, they used to bring him such joy. He could be on dead bed after a crushingly grueling day of practice and they would put a smile on his face immediately. Those eyes, that smile now just remind him of the torturous days ahead where he’d be force to be alone, force to be okay with you being half way around the world, force to forget about you, force to forget that he’s hopelessly in love with you. If he has his way, you’d turn around right this moment and cuddle in bed with him. He wouldn’t be distancing himself just so he can move on from everything wonderful that you were. He could feels tear stinging his eyes as the excruciating pain of losing you too soon.
“Hmm…” He hums in response, not really knowing what else to say without sobbing.
It doesn’t take a genius to realize what he was going through so instead, you silence yourself, letting your head rest upon the shivering shoulder, hands returning the neediness of his. As he watches you checking in your enormous luggages, he debates on the high and low of confessing to you right now. Would you leave everything behind and run to his arm? Or would nothing have change… He continues to watch as you feign a smile to the kind airport worker before turning back his way, smiling sadly.
“So… We got an hour and a half before I have to go in. What should we do?”
“I don’t know… Coffee?”
You nod and he nods, neither of you say much. An hour came and went like in a blink of an eye as he holds your hand trekking toward the glass doors that will separate him from the love of his life. You stop just shy of the grumpy security guard, hands holding his with a gentle smile on your face. He was still averting your gaze, as he did since his black car pulling up to your old home.
“I have to go…” You breathe softly, almost fearful of the sentence knowing what pain it brings him.
It was like a brick wall just drops out of the sky, everything hit him all at once. He had been frozen. He was frozen the second you told him your internship was ending that your family was waiting on the edges of their seats for your arrival home. He has been counting down the days for months now and finally it hit him… In just 20 minutes, you’ll be gone. Like life ending, from the first moment on that platform till now flashes like some twisted rerun at high speed before his eyes. The calm was gone, replaces with the storm pouring from his eyes. You let yourself get engulf in that warm embrace just one more time, let yourself revel in the warmth and the scent that you will no longer have the privilege of being near daily. You finally let yourself cry knowing this might be the last time you get to be so intimately close to him for a very long time. - Please don’t go - threatening on the tip of his tongue, hanging on by a thread. He almost chokes it out as he lets his tear soak the skin of your neck.
Alas, he let you go. He had you all to himself for the past 3 years. It was the most wonderful 3 years of his young life and he would changes nothing. He stood still and if it’s not for the streaming tear, one could argues he’s a marble statue, stoic and frozen in time. He watches the spot where you were just moments ago, lingering with your eyes fixed on him, hand reaching out as if asking for him to just say something.
Lost upon his thought, he got scare witless from the light buzzing in his pocket.
“My Jinhwan, I knew you wouldn’t ask me to stay. I know you were much to considerate to separate me from my family any longer. i just want to thank you for being my best friend and I can only hope you won’t forget me. Lastly, there’s something I want to say. Perhaps I should’ve said it 3 years ago but I had no courage… I know now, regrettably, I should have. I love you too! I love you so much. I would ask you to keep me in your heart but that’s too selfish of me, right? I don’t know how the thread connecting our lives will spin out from now on but don’t stop living life because of me. I love you, I’ll always will.”
He sheds a small bittersweet smile. The girl of his life, the girl he had been scared to love finally confesses her love for him in the most twisted way it could’ve happened. He has you, he has your heart yet physically you couldn’t be further away.
“I love you too, Y/n. My Y/n, please wait for me.” He whispers as he leans back in that old bench where it all started as the train whistles by.
It wasn’t strange for Yunhyeong to be absent from class for long extended period of times. Everyone expected it and honestly, there was no other way around it. This idol life get too hectic sometimes for the young man and school just adding another factor that he can’t control. Still, he did his best to show up as much as he can and only uses his “busy” card when he was truly exhausted.
Laying around in the dorm after 3 months straight of constant bouncing between practice, concert, recording, promoting, Yunhyeong suddenly found himself antsy. His legs danced, bobbing up and down under the table as anxiety filled his gut. He knew it was nothing more than his body adjusting to the strangeness of having no responsibility for a brief while. Yes, he had been exhausted but this restlessness of absolute peace was too much for his heart to bear so out the door he went.
He sauntered onto campus, lungs taking in a long inhale of the fresh scent of spring. He never realized how much he loved being at school until the bottom of his expensive dress shoes found themselves trekking across the cobble stone leading to the library. Anticipating himself to wander around a bit, he had asked his manager to drop him off a full 2 hours before class would start. He was so lost upon the bright green burst of leaves rustling in the soft spring breeze. His soul exploded in a lightness of not having to worry about messing up the concert tonight or tripping on his own foot at some award show. Instead, his heart elated in the bright colors of spring, of the birds singing in the sky, and of the owner of the tousles of soft hair and addicting perfume he had just knocked over.
“Holy shit, I am so sorry.”
Any other day, he’d have said something. It wouldn’t be anything mean of course, just something along the line of be careful. However today, today he found himself lost for words as he watched a young girl dressed lightly in just jeans and t-shirt panicking as her hands picked up all the paper strewn messily on the floor. He knelt over, finding himself mirroring her hasty motions before his hand met yours and his heart near stopped.
He stared deep into your eyes and found the brightest rays of sunshine beaming back with that adorable smile of yours.
“Thank you. I am so sorry again.”
“It’s alright, Ms.-”
“It’s Y/n. You ar-” You replied happily before a distant grumble of jealousy and dagger glaring your way cutting it short. You glanced around nervously, not entirely sure what carnal sin you had just committed to earn such ire expressions. “Uhm, this is stupid but are you by any chance famous? Cause I feel like a bunny about to be eaten by wolves… very hungry wolves…” You chuckled nervously, eyes widen triple the normal size when you turned around to find him laughing with all his might, shoulders shrugging.
“I don’t know, I don’t think so. If you’re so scare then how about I’ll protect you. Walk you to class?”
“I think that would be the opposite of the solution to me not being eaten by wolves.” You stood up now, overwhelmed by the height difference between the stranger and yourself. He was handsome, soft brown locks falling over his forehead. His lips boasted a playful smile as he scratched his head nervously, as if he was hiding the biggest secret in the history. He dressed simply but by no mean any less dashing than the most gentleman of gentlemen in his well cut slacks and the button up peaking out from his soft sweater.
“It looks like you have no clue where you’re going anyways by the look of that crumbled map… How about letting me walk you to the right place, you know, as an apology for ramming into you. I haven’t been back on campus for awhile so, just reeling everything in.” You hadn’t even gotten a chance to nod before he already took you by the shoulders, dragging you through the crowd full of despair moans and stiffen cries. You eyed the parting sea of girls, very pretty girls, with the most curious of thought as to why you felt like you were in the middle of a K-drama scene right now.
“You’re 100% sure you’re not famous?!” You asked one more time, in hope of maybe saving the last bit of your safety, incredulous at his previous vague statement.
“Yea. I mean I’m in this group called iKon, nothing big you know. I’m Yunhyeong, by the way. Nice to meet you.” He said it as if ikon was just a flimsy cloud floating across the bright sky, a fallen petals from the endless rows of cherry blossom tree showering you both with its blushful tone.
“Hold up, excuse you!” You halted to a stop, nearly yanking his arm off its socket. “iKon, the monster rookie group, breaking every chart there is iKon?”
“Oh, so you do know who I am… Why fake ignorant.” An almost disgusted tone seeped through the pair of lips you didn’t think could even hosted such words.
“No…” You suddenly found yourself small, retreating back a few steps. “I-I-I don’t mean to upset you. My roommate talks about iKon all the time although i’ve been so busy adjusting with this new life I’ve never bother to look up… I don’t know anyone’s name or faces. I-I’m sorry.” With that, you yanked the stack of paper resting peacefully in his arm before bolting the other way. Comparing to the legs for days man, your bolting wasn’t even worth his jogging as he quickly caught up to you.
“Hey, I said I’d walk you to class didn’t I? I’m not a man that like to break my promises. I-I wasn’t exactly forth coming with you earlier either… How about we start over. Hi, I’m Song Yunhyeong. What’s your name, cutie?” he huffed out faster than you could even process what was going on.
“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Song Yunhyeong.”
“Baby, will you just look at me?” His voice wavers, no doubt it’s taking everything he has to hold himself together for your sake. Meanwhile, you sit there sobbing like a 5 years old kid that lost her favorite toy.
“I don’t wanna go… Yun… H-How do you expect me to just leave you?” Your ugly sobs cover up the usual sweet tone Yunhyeong loves so much and it’s killing him.
“It’s your family, babe. You can’t trade your family for me… Not when you’ve been gone for 5 years.” His hands so gently rubbing up and down your shivering body, whispering exactly everything he knew you need to hear.
“I know that! Don’t you think I know that, Yunhyeong? GOD!” Enrage by everything that was going on, you lash out even though he had been nothing but an angel the past 4 years of your relationship. “There has to be other ways.. I, I love you. I don’t wanna leave.”
“And I love you too, Bunny. But you gotta think about yourself first. You only came here for school and internship to better your future. Now that you’re finished, you gotta enjoy all your hard work because from here on out it’s going to be easy. If the past 5 years you had been with your family, trust me when I say i wouldn’t think twice about asking you to stay with me. But they miss you. I can’t keep you away any longer.” He pulls your head into his chest, letting you soak all your sadness on his shirt.
You knew he was right. You came here with the sole purpose of furthering your position in the company. You knew it’d be hard but life after that would be easy… should be easy. However, you never thought you’d literally crashed into the most wonderful man in the world. His loving soul and kind heart had made your time away from home anything but tough. Even with the crazy life of his, he made sure you were always first and how could you not fall in love with such a caring man. You never regretted loving him nor do you regret the relationship that makes going home so hard. You just wish with all your might that this changes nothing, that Song Yunhyeong will forever be yours. You knew this was coming but it doesn’t make it any less hard to come to term with not being there for your boyfriend whenever he needs.
“Look, I have money. Soon, you’ll have money too with that new fancy job of yours. I’ll visit you as many times as I can and you do the same. I’m not saying we break up. How could I break up with my little Bunny. I gotta protect her from all the wolves.” Pressing kisses all along your dampen cheeks, he holds you close, drinking in every micro second he has left. When he let you go, a sad grumble parts from your lips earning a slight chuckle from the near teary eyes man. He reaches out back and pulls out a paper shopping bag. “I know you’re not leaving for another month but… I couldn’t help myself.”
You tug the bag open, eyes full of confusion before widening at the realization of what the soft bundle of fabric was.
“You’re giving me Mr. Berry?? but it’s your favorite sweater, baby.”
“Well I bought Mr. Berry a friend and I was going to give you the new one but I figured, you’d love Mr. Berry more. Now we can match and It’ll make me feel a little better that you have something of mine with you.” He did his best to put up that bright expression you love but he still couldn’t hide the depressive gaze behind that wonderful eye smile of his. How could he when he’s literally sitting here musing over the fact that his damn sweater will be seeing more of you than he will. He had thought it’d make you happy but judging from how hard you were now bawling, he panics.
“I’m sorry. If you don’t like it, I can take it back. I’ll return the other one…”
“How am I suppose to live easy when I don’t have you, Yunhyeong.” A painful sentence rips out of your throat as you choke on lord know what round it is now of tear. “I love Mr. Berry but I’d love it more if you were wearing it. I promise you, I’ll come back. When it’s time, I’ll be here with you. Please don’t leave me even though I’m half a world away. Please…” Your desperation plead finally cracks the last tough shell he got as a few tear stream down his soft skin. He tugs you onto his lap and just holds you close. He will cry, but not right now. Right now he needs to protect you, to let you have your moment. Who to say tonight when you’re fast asleep, he won’t be crying on his own as he watches you sleep, counting down the nights he has left.
Grumbling under his breath, Jiwon shouted out a loud cuss as he entered the YG’s building elevator. “Stupid bet” he muttered, who would’ve thought the muscle bunny of iKon would lose in a strength test. For sure he didn’t think he’d be the one trudging out in the cold to buy all the boys drinks, all by his lonesome. Seriously, how did they expect him to carry all 7 drinks back on his own. Feet stomping through the powdery snow of November, he pulls up his face mask higher to hide his frost bitten nose, glaring dagger at the innocent naked trees lining the walk as if they were the one that made him take the bet.
Pushing through the already festive decorated glass doors, Jiwon nudged the small figure of penguin in Santa hat out of pure spite out of his own vexation. Another loud groan left his lips the second he laid eyes on the stupid line, the stupidly long line. Nothing to do but shuffled over and wait, he pulled out his phone and proceed to text the boys for their drinks.
“You must be kidding me… why can’t they all just get one type of drink. God, the barista is gonna hate me”
He hated being a hassle and ordering 7 custom drinks on a busy afternoon is exactly that. He glanced up at the fire for eyes, disgusted frown for lips woman at the cashier and pray silently that she won’t murder him for putting in his order. When he was 2 person away from the front, like salvation sent from God, an early Christmas’s miracle, the rough voice of the woman rang out that had him wanting to kneel down in thankfulness.
“Y/n, I’m off. Can you take over? Just take all the order till Minji comes in then you can go back to making the drinks.”
A soft “Of course!” permeated through the air like music to Jiwon’s ears. He couldn’t see who it was that answered but he sure hope Minji doesn’t come in before he has the chance to order. As the seconds ticked by, the person in front of Jiwon order became more muddle up into some strange alien language as his heart thump faster than the beat of the rap song spewing out of the speaker.
“Hi, welcome! Can I get a name for the order.”
You were smiling so brightly that he found himself lost for words. Stammering like crazy, he managed to get his name out of his lips and a quiet apology of how many drinks he was about to order. You just smiled and went on your way the second Minji came to the rescue. He chose a seat near by the station, keeping an eye on you at all time, amazed by how fast your hands were moving. Soon enough, his name was called and you bowed politely before taking a rest from the crazy rush hour. He took his drinks, wanting nothing more but to talk to you but what excuse would he has. Just then, another miracle happened as he glanced down on the neat scribbles on the cups.
“Hey princess, you sure this is my drink?”
The second the greeting left his mouth, he bit his own cheek in embarrassment. Why did he had to call you by that stupid nickname for, it’s not like he really knew you. Nevertheless, you politely came over, rechecked the drinks and nodded before reciting all the drinks verbatim the way he had ordered it.
“Those are yours, aren’t they?”
“Yea but what’s this ‘G1′?”
You burst out in a bright giggle and suddenly the sky outside wasn’t so gloomy anymore. Everything was bathed in the warm and golden glow of how adorable you look laughing.
“Sorry. It was so busy and you had like 7 drinks so I shorten your name. I’m sorry if that offended you. I can make you new drinks.”
“No it’s alright,” He chuckled nervously, hoping you would keep talking to him. “I guess I could say I’m a regular now? Seeing how my cute barista has a nickname for me.”
“I guess you could say that, Mr. playboy G1.”
“Wait, Y/n. Whose playlist is the shop using? I love the old school hiphop vibe here!” He managed to yelled out, needing just a few more seconds of interaction with you.
You exhaled quickly with a wink before running off toward the sound of Minji’s voice.
“Wow, funny and good taste in music. Where have you been all my life, Y/n”
He stood there for a minute, just stunned about what had just happened before the nagging sound of cell phone ringing snapped him out of his reverie. For you, he’d gladly take on another 10 bets and loses every time.
Jiwon slumps down on the bench just outside of the shop, the same one he had sat in so many times in hope of catching a glimpse of you running back and forth inside the shop. He sighs the sigh of all those who had lost love, of those who knew they were at the end of the line. His hand clutching on the small envelop that holds his whole heart yet he couldn’t bring himself to open it. Would this even do anything? It wouldn’t change the fact that you were still gone. You had been gone for days now. The what ifs burning through his mind as he forces himself to keep his composure. After all, it would do you no good seeing an article of him losing it in public so soon after he had left. You were always a smart cookie, you’d know he was breeding a storm inside because of you. With a loud grunt, he let goes of all that was holding him back. What the hell, what could be worse than losing you even before he has you. His svelte fingers nimbly go to peel back the paper as delicately as he could, holding onto the only thing of you he got.
“I’m sorry I left so abruptly. I really wanted to see you one last time before I leave but it’s looking like I’m not so lucky. I’m sorry if this is crossing the line or something. You are an international star after all and me, I’m just some average girl that make your coffee. Or I guess it’s made now…”
A long heavy breath emit from his lungs. How could you still think of him with such distant after all these months. Had he not given you enough hints to know all he wanted to do was to claim your heart? Was he really that pompous of an ass that you’d think he’s some diva.
“I don’t know what I’m doing haha. I mean I’d like to think you really were flirting with me just as much as I tried to flirt with you. If you haven’t figure it out by now, I am not exactly good at this flirting/dating thing. Yeaaa… totally not good at all.”
He chuckles thinking back of the way your cheeks would turn the adorable rosy hue whenever he’d brush his hand against yours “accidentally” while grabbing his drink. How you’d just stutter, fluster whenever he’d go overboard with his compliment, the nervous giggle. God, everything you did drove him crazy.
“Anyways. If my gut isn’t as blind as my intuition is, I hope this letter could be of use for you. I guess since you never ask me for my number, here’s my new one. It’s wifi/video-calls so it’s free. Yay! Oh wait, what am I talking about. Your rich boi ass can afford international call. hehe. So I guess this is goodbye, for now. I hope I hear from you but if I’m just a delusional fan girl reading too much into your meaningless actions, I apologize. Please forget about this. Bye, G1.”
He leaned back on the bench, feeling both the elation of cloud 9 and the weight of the whole word upon his soul all at once. You like him. This whole freaking time he was being shy for no damn reason. He could’ve ask you out so long ago but he waited and lost. Hastily, wasting no more time, he pulls out his phone before punching in those digits that he was too scared to ask for.
“H-Hello? Jiwon?” You speak in that soft voice, stuttering out your greeting as if unsure he’d really call.
“Hey, princess!” He cheeses out that stupid greeting that nearly costed him his friendship with you. He remembered how cold you were the second and third time he came back for drinks. He beat himself up so many night wondering why the spark of your first meeting had fizzled out so fast. It wasn’t until one afternoon when he caught you on your way out from work that the mystery was solved. Unlike the bashful, cute Jiwon you’re used to now, at that point you had thought he was just another frat boy type that call everyone sweetheart for the sake of planting seed for later needs. You hated it so you distanced yourself.
“Ah, I see player Jiwon is back. Took you long enough to call, freak!” Although the high tone of your teasing voice was there, something about the wavering whiny voice of yours that solidify all the hope his heart was swelling up with.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was ready to head out to see you and our manager said we had a meeting… next thing I know we got shipped out to Japan. I-I really didn’t think that was my last chance to see you. I’m so so sorry, baby.” He mewls out his word like a sad puppy, sincerity drips from every syllable. Even with all the rush of emotion, of finally understanding why he never showed up in almost two weeks, you couldn’t help but feel the shattering quake of the endearing nickname.
“Yah, who said I was your baby… I’m still mad at you for ghosting me for 2 weeks. You didn’t even see me off.” You feign anger, not really doing a good job at it judging from that strange laugh of his emanating from the speaker on your side.
“Aye, don’t even pretend like you don’t love it when I call you baby or princess. I didn’t ghost you, baby. I swear. I didn’t have your number and I was oversea…” His cheerful voice and the unique guffaw that’s so him suddenly died out, in its place sadness and solemnity. “Did you know how devastated I was showing up and being told you moved back home? I thought I was going to black out then and there… I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t leave me the letter. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry for waiting so long to call you my baby. I-I never thought that the last time we met was my last chance ever of telling you I really like you. God, I’m so stupid.” A long sigh and a few sniffles later, you were sure he was tearing up, just as you are.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I was so scare that you were just being nice for the sake of being nice that I lost my chance with the best guy I’ve ever met. You’re not stupid, babe. I wanted to tell you I was leaving so many time but I never could bring myself to do it. I’m such a coward. I found myself waking up the past week waiting for you to call me princess, to hear your stupidly long order of 7 cups, all different drinks.” You let out a bittersweet grin, happy found itself resting on your lips as he mirror your laugh.
“Can I call you? I can’t promise it’d be every day but any chance I get… We can work this out somehow, baby. I miss you so much already. I’d do anything to hear you call me babe again.” He whispers with all the desperation in the world for you to say yes. Sure he knows now you like him too but doesn’t mean you’d sit around waiting for someone that can barely be there for you. He needed so bad for you to say yes that without even realizing, his knuckles are going white from the tight grips, edging on his seat anticipating you reply.
“Of course, babe.” You exclaim and he got sweep away by the force of all the unfulfilled wishes he had. “I’d like that very much. I’ll text you everyday, as much as I can, or until you get bored and annoyed of me.”
“I could never. We haven’t even gotten our first date yet. How could I?”
“So you’d get sick of me after our first date? I see how it is Mr. G1.” He had always love how playful you get, how flirty you’d be without even realizing what you were doing. It seems to only amplify now that you’re his.
“Never. I would never ever get sick of you.” A tranquil silent floods out from both side of the call, nothing but content sighs and small giggle could be heard for the next few minutes but neither of you care. To be able to share this moment is enough.
“You’re in this with me, baby? I’d love to be your boyfriend if you’d let me. I know it’s selfish of me to say this now that you’re so far away but my feeling for you aren’t going away anytime soon.”
“Yes, Jiwon. I know it’s messed up how everything is but I think we can do this… If you’re in it, so am I.”
At your promise, Jiwon’s body relaxes as he continues recalling all the things he did in the week and a half he hadn’t seen you. Laughs and soft confession of love could be heard for hours as you both plan out your future meetings.
Supply Recommendations for Graphic Design Students
Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve posted something like this… so bear with me! It was requested by an anon that’s entering a university as a Graphic Design major, so here are some supplies I recommend and why! (I may do a spoken and visual extended version as a video, so let me know what you guys think!)
(disclaimer: this is my opinion and I haven’t tried everything in the world, so if you have your own recommendations definitely reblog and say so in your caption! I’d love to check out your favorite supplies!)
The Big One$
Some Fun and Fancy Stuff
DAY - TO - DAY SUPPLIES
Sharpie pens and markers
You can find them basically anywhere
Great for black and white abstractions/sketches with different marker thicknesses
They also have pretty colors for note-taking!
Cuts in a straight line
In most art and office stores and even in places like Walmart
If you cut something sticky and ruin your blade, just replace it!
Goes with a ruler to cut in a straight line
Holds things down without ripping it
Keeps prints rolled up
Keep one with you or at home
Always have a USB drive ready for use!
Turn in files, take files to the printer, or even just taking files to a different machine to work on is always a possibility.
If you make it a habit to keep it on you, then you won’t forget it on the days that really matter.
Noise canceling headphones (or at least ear buds)
Rowdy classmate ignorer
Helps blast music in your ears to help you focus
Marshmallow buds that go in your ears works best for this
A drink that makes you happy
That morning coffee before a 9AM studio 3-hour class, or that water bottle during an afternoon session can really help you out.
Helps keep you going!
I know it sounds small, but your mood definitely affects your productivity!
A sketchbook (any kind will do!)
Literally, can by any paper quality, based on what you usually draw with or sketch with (like to use marker? Either have an extra page behind it or get marker paper)
Any price, any color, any size (try to aim for letter-size/A4)
Make sure it fits with what you usually carry around (backpacks can hold a 9″x12″, but purses would carry a Moleskine size or smaller)
Have 15 minutes before English starts and you thought of something? Take out that handy dandy sketchbook! Bored in said English class? Handy dandy sketchbook strikes again!
Notebook for notes
More than just for typical note taking!
Good for recording feedback
Track any last-minute changes to projects or deadlines
To-do lists will help understand what’s due next class and not get super anxious!
Metal cork-backed ruler
A great companion for that X-Acto knife!
Cork back helps not slide around
Metal means you can’t accidentally carve off the edge (like you would a plastic or wooden ruler)
Found in most art stores and can get pricey for bigger ones, but if you take care of it then it’ll last forever
Make sure to get at least two sizes (a longer one for trimming cover sheets for 16″x20″ mounts and a smaller one-foot ruler for trimming business cards and smaller things like that)
Great for making notes on things that you don’t want to directly mark.
Good for just keeping in mind anything you don’t want to forget (especially if you stick them to your laptop, they’ll be hard to miss).
These art markers are my personal favorite.
You’ll hear all kinds of brands, preferences, and prices.
Copics are nice and are very aesthetic, but they’re also about $7-$8 per marker. Concept markers from Jerry’s Artarama are very cheap at about $2 per marker, but the colors on their caps are sometimes misleading, and Prisma Markers are a happy medium at about $4 - $5 per marker.
They’re at most art stores
For me, they’re a happy medium price-wise and I like working with them. (Concept markers maybe I’d get the black because it’s cheaper)
Keep sketches and randomly sized and trimmed papers together
I prefer binder clips over paper clips because they can hold more and group things nicely
You can also hang things with these if you want on a thumbtack
Keeps hair out of the way when creating mock-ups that include glue and X-acto knives
Rolls things up
Groups things up (markers and other utensils)
Cheap and effective!
Rubber bands are a little meaner, especially to hair or trying to get them off a long paper roll.
Basically, something that makes perfect circles.
This can either be a circle template, a compass, or some other device that you find that makes different sized circles.
You can go cheap on these
All these little things that I keep mentioning to bring with you need to be contained somewhere!
I like putting what I’m using for a current project in a toolbox and bringing that to school.
I suggest going with something that’ll fit in a backpack or that you don’t mind carrying around.
Really only carry it if you think you’ll need it.
You can carry a smaller version of typical tools (pens, pencils, markers, scissors, x-acto, etc.) and leave the rest at home, too.
Not the emotional kind, but the one that carries all of these crazy supplies I’m recommending.
In university, you don’t have all of your graphic design classes in one day (I would hope), so having a typical backpack works fine for the smaller supplies.
If a project is due the next day and you’re planning to work at the school and you need to bring everything, then I highly suggest a rolling backpack!
Don’t kill your back!! Messenger bags only work if you’re not bringing much, otherwise, do a backpack (or a rolling one).
THE BIG ONE$
Almost all graphic designers will tell you to use a Mac, but of course, not all graphic designers can afford one.
If you can afford a Mac, I’d recommend it.
If you can’t afford a Mac, go with a cheaper alternative, but not TOO cheap. It still needs to last 4 years and run all of your programs.
Wait until you actually need to buy one (that way you can get the latest models or earlier models at cheaper prices).
External Hard Drives (BACK EVERYTHING UP!)
I would even say have at least two (current semester and archive(s))
You never know when previously mentioned laptop may die, malfunction, or wipe everything.
Keep a back-up for sending to competitions, putting in portfolios, and just for safe keeping.
KEEP IT ORGANIZED. You need to know what you have and don’t have so you don’t “double save” something in two separate folders.
A decent phone with decent camera quality
Nowadays most people do have this phone already on them, but if you’re one of the low-budget phone holders, then I highly suggest to get a higher quality phone.
Picture taking for process photos can actually be done with a phone camera if it’s good enough, you can just fix things up in photoshop.
Having a decent phone will let you also use helpful and productive apps such as camscanner, schedule makers, and Adobe apps
Raising your mood with a higher quality of life will help raise productivity!
If you can’t open snapchat without it force closing then you miss out on your friend’s lives or whenever they get an update on a project and you don’t. Social media can honestly be helpful sometimes as people post their process online!
Wacom works well enough for me!
You don’t have to go super expensive with all the bells and whistles for this… you just need something that draws.
These can get a little pricey (mine being at $90 and I got one step-up from the cheapest one at the time)
You don’t absolutely need a tablet, but it is very handy.
If you don’t do illustration often I would not recommend it.
You can also hold off on getting a tablet and just hand-draw something, scan it, and fix it in whatever program (or vectorize/image trace in illustrator and mess with it that way)
Helps trace things when abstracting
Covers mounted work with a protective sheet
I prefer the rolls, but they’re way more expensive than the 9″x12″ pad (maybe not per foot, but it’s initially more expensive)
Spray mount/Adhesive spray
One way to stick two things together
You need a lot of space and throw away paper under what you’re spraying
You’ll definitely get all of it everywhere (which is good if you want to make sure corners don’t stick up on a mounted piece, but it’s bad if your garage floor is suddenly sticky)
Another way to stick things together and is a little more forgiving.
Elmer’s brand is the one that I have, and basically, if you mess up or “over-glue” something, you can rub the excess off (like you would the typical white Elmer’s glue).
When you’ve rubbed it off, it basically becomes those little gray things that erasers produce that you can just brush away.
It comes with a designated brush attached to the lid on the inside (super convenient) and it’s easy to apply and store (smaller bottle than the adhesive spray can).
For when you’re carrying larger pieces from one place to another (such as a mounted piece or a large editorial) like turning in your final presentation of your project.
You can get a big fancy one if you really want to, but at least get the bare minimum to carry something from one place to another without it getting folded or wet. (especially you commuters/bus-riders)
SOME FUN AND FANCY STUFF
The big paper cutter
Even I don’t have this one, but whenever I use the one at school or at FedEx it makes trimming things down so much easier!
You line it up, you drag the blade across, and then you’ve got a perfectly straight line.
Again, if you can afford the money and space for it I recommend it, but my school provides one for us.
It’s kind of one of those things that you don’t NEED if you have an X-acto knife, but it speeds things up a bit
Similar to the phone concept… taking nice photos of your work is always a plus.
The camera I would reserve for mock-up photos for submitting pieces or getting photography for an editorial work.
Someone in your class ought to have one that you can borrow (and maybe even the program will offer one to borrow), but it’s always good to have your own things.
Also, being able to stage your own photos instead of photoshopping mock-up templates always feels more authentic and looks better in a portfolio. (you’re not the only one looking up Photoshop mock-up templates in the design world)
You can either buy one or make one (easier than you think)
Very helpful when you’re tracing!
This is the most useful when you’re doing abstractions or you’re trying to refine hand-drawn ideas.
You can make one with a shadow-box frame and some LED lights.
Again, not necessary since programs might actually have some at school that you can borrow.
A second monitor
Programs like Brackets do live-preview, so when you code the changes apply immediately to a chrome preview window, so seeing the changes as you code is helpful!
Putting up inspiration or just other documents to keep in mind on the other screen makes things easier to work with.
Fancy keyboard with custom keys
This one was actually a recommendation from my boyfriend (who is a tech geek).
Basically, there are keyboards that you can map shortcuts to specific keys on the keyboard.
There are some shortcut keys that you’ll use a million times in a project and if you feel that a function key being assigned to it would be easier instead, and you have money to splurge, this is the keyboard to go with!
This is totally unnecessary, but could be lots of fun and helpful!
iPad and Apple pen
Digitally drawing on a tablet with a stylus can be good for digital note taking or just drawing in general (as an alternative to the drawing tablet).
My professor uses his for sketch notes (which is always fun) and sometimes I see people doing illustrations straight into the tablet or just concepts.
Sketching concepts digitally allows you to put down ideas quickly, but also be able to save them without having to worry about scanning or taking pictures of the drawings.
Another splurge option that obviously has other uses than this, but is completely unnecessary.
MORE Prisma Markers
Remember when I said Prisma Markers before?
You really only need a basic color set and maybe a gray set. Any more than that then you’re falling into a fun and fancy category for supplies.
They’re not the cheapest things in the world, but using markers definitely brings your sketches up a level versus pencil or black and white sketches.
It’s also good for making preliminary color schemes and other illustrations.
Have several blacks because those are usually the first marker to go dry.
That’s all I got! I hope that helped and I’m sorry it was so long, I tried to condense… but I’ll make a visual/audio version that might be easier to digest!
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