Wear jeans/pants that “breathe” and bring a sweater, even if it’s scorching hot out, until you know which building blasts the AC to 60 degrees F and which feels like a sauna
Backpacks with thick straps are your friend! Messenger bags are cool and all but if you’re commuting with a lot of stuff, symmetrically styled backpacks are better for your back
You are your own person and you can walk out whenever you need to or want to, so long as you’re not disrupting the class. Meaning you can go to the bathroom without permission, take a breather if you’re anxious, answer an important phone call, etc.
If you don’t like the class on the first day, if you can- DROP THAT CLASS AND TAKE ANOTHER ONE! It’ll only get worse from there!
If you can, take a class outside your major; it’s a good break from your expected studies.
You are in charge of your schedule. Your adviser and guidance counselor is there to ‘advise and guide’ but if you don’t like certain classes and you can substitute for others, that’s your choice.
Consequently, if you are changing anything drastic in your plan, talk with your adviser and instructors.
Pay attention to your credit hours and grades. Never leave this to the last week of school, you will be sorry and stressed beyond belief!
Unless it’s a lab book or otherwise specified, go to the class for a week or sobefore buying an expensive textbook. Some classes, while having it on their required list, do not actually use the textbook a whole lot and you might find some of it scanned online. Rent if you can or buy used online (schools actually don’t give discounts). Use your best judgement on what you think you need.
Tell the people who go up to you selling or advertising things you are not interested in that you are in a rush to class and don’t have time to listen to them. It’s less rude and they’ll leave you alone.
The smaller the class, the better it is to have some sort of acquaintanceship with a couple classmates. They might save your ass if you are absent one day or need to study. And talking with them makes the time go by faster without it being so insufferable.
You don’t need to join a club or sport, but internships are cool and useful!
If you can afford it, take a day off once or twice each semester if you’re too exhausted. Just be aware of what you missed and if it was worth missing!
Your health is the most important, this goes for mental health too!! Note: College-age/upper teens is when mental disorders like depression and anxiety are most commonly diagnosed. Most schools have therapy services, especially during exam time. Look into it if you need to!
Communicate with your professor if you are having trouble with something. Anything.
Eat and stay hydrated. Bring a water bottle and snack to class.
All-nighters will happen but never go over 36 hours without sleep.
It’s going to be hard and there will be times you might think about giving up. This WILL happen. You just have to make sure what you’re doing isn’t making you absolutely miserable and/or there is something rewarding and positive to look forward to at the end!
[Disclaimer: this is a U.S. version and written based on my experiences; it’s important to keep these points in mind, but know that nothing is ever 100% accurate as each university and college runs differently to some degree. The intention of this post is to make aware of the big potential circumstances one might run into and what to do. It’s by no means a complete list and it’s important to get advice from multiple sources as well! Thanks for reading and I hoped I helped at least a few people! c:]
i declare exam crunch time officially open 🙈
from now until mid-june it’s gonna be a crazy few weeks but i’m actually looking forward to that sense of discipline and structure, it’ll feel good to be productive for a change! right now i just finished a food chem report by drinking rocket fuel coffee and listening to one of my fave movies’ soundtrack.
Today was majorly productive - I’m still a bit behind but I got so much done! The book in the middle “the Cold War” is one I’ve been reading on the train the past few days to try and expand my knowledge for history, but in a more novelised way because I find I take in information from books and textbooks differently. I also managed to finish f my ecologist notes as well as type up some history work and convert them all to pdf’s to print (Never let pdf converting build up - I had over forty files to convert) Also during the day I managed to cram in planning a history source question and a Ecologism question to consolidate some of my knowledge. Late tonight I think I’m going to do some more economics and maybe start writing my history questions and I’m super looking forwards to tomorrow because it’s Starbucks Thursday’s!! :)
Tantalizing: 01 020304050607 Ship: Jungkook | Reader Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge. Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding Word Count: 5,965
hellooo!! (◕∀◕)ﾉ long-due update: i’m currently on study break and my exams are in mid may, so i have about four weeks to revise! it feels like a lot of time but i have four huge folders worth of lectures to go through… (T⌓T)
i’m really looking forward to the summer tho, i’ve signed up for a german intensive course at my university and i’m planning to self-learn japanese at the same time. it’ll be a nice break from my medical studies!
The thought of how Obi-Wan must have been looking forward to the end of the war, not just for the end to the fighting and the stress, but that he could show Anakin what the Jedi were supposed to be.
That Anakin could finally see the Jedi in peace, that Anakin could finally see Mace Windu smiling gently at the younglings, that Anakin could finally see Jedi Masters teaching their students without a war hanging over their heads, without all that darkness. To see the days when the Initiates had no more worries than their upcoming exams, the Padawans not having to deal with the threat of their Master’s death to an unreasonable degree, to long days spent in meditation because they had the time for it.
That Obi-Wan was looking forward to the Jedi clearing away this darkness once and for all, that Anakin could know what it was like to live in a galaxy free of that darkness that had spread everywhere.
That Anakin could live in a galaxy with Jedi who weren’t caught up in the war and instead could separate themselves from the Senate and politics, so they could help people, like they were meant to.
That Anakin could be made a Jedi Master when he was ready for it, not when the war pushed them into things none of them were ready for.
That none of them would have to push themselves beyond their limits because the Senate wasn’t ordering them to battle after battle after battle, because Dooku and Grievous were trying to enslave another world. They wouldn’t have to make the choice between this one more piece of themselves vs an entire world being enslaved. They could take time for themselves again.
That they could be the Jedi that Obi-Wan remembered them as.
There were still bits and pieces of it that Anakin got to see. It wasn’t that rare to see Master Yoda teaching a class of younglings and being silly while he did it–but that darkness was there the entire time Anakin was at the Temple.
He never got to see the lazy, happy, sweet days that Obi-Wan grew up with. They always had battles to fight, but they could feel a true sense of setting things right in the galaxy.
That must have been what Obi-Wan hoped for as he went off to Utapau, that this would be the final days of the war, the final days of this darkness, that it would get better from here on out, that Anakin would finally get to see the Jedi as they had once been.
Know your handwriting: Before you improve something, you want to know where it’s currently at, right? Analyze your handwriting. Note down what you dislike about your handwriting. Here are some aspects of your handwriting you can think about:
Spacing - How spaced out are your letters?
Slant - Are your letters slanted?
Curves - Does your handwriting have curves or straight lines?
Pressure - Are your letters light or dark?
Size - How big are your letters?
Find a style of handwriting. Find a style that’d you’d like to emulate in your own handwriting. This could be a friends, one pulled off the internet, or your neatest handwriting.
Practice the alphabet. Using the style of handwriting you want, write rows of letters. This will train your muscles to write these letters in opposition to your own handwriting.
Practice Writing Words. After practicing the alphabet, practice writing words. You could write about your day today, something you’re looking forward to, a to-do list, or these words that I randomly thought of:
Use your whole arm. When writing words, you’re supposed to use your whole arm, as opposed to just your hand.
Try to write at least once a day. It will help with your muscle memory.
Pick a writing utensil that’s comfortable.
Always write on the line. This will help size in addition to keeping your lines straight.
//I’m sorry if Dazai will be a bit ooc but i will try my best!! Also this is my very first daily blog so.. I can’t guarantee if I can post something every day (because of school and exams and other stuff ha AH).
Anyways I’ll take asks and suggestions! I’m looking forward to interacting with you~
Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,993
Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.
Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.
Note: Requested by a lovely person. Hope you like this!
Hey I was wondering if you could make a jasper hale x reader and the reader being really ticklish on her sides. She is also human and has been with jasper for a while but he some how just now finds out that she is ticklish by accident grabbing her side or something like that. She hate being ticked and tries to do anything to avoid it and doesn’t want anyone to know she is also super kind but can be super stubborn. Plz plz plz can you do this I would be extremely grateful
Resting my head upon Jasper’s lap, I slowly shut my eyes as his rough yet cool and soothing fingertips massaged my scalp. The thrilling book of Aeschylus’ Oresteia, had long been forgotten, laying closed on my stomach. To say I was as calm as the vast, midnight seas would be the most obvious statement of the century. Every minute I spent with Jasper rendered me calm and it was all thanks to the subtle ability he possessed after having become a vampire.
The scarcely, audible chatters of the Cullens in the living room that mingled with the soft, musical melodies of Beethoven’s Sonata made everything surrounding us even more heavenly. A few seconds passed by and I hummed contently as Jasper’s fingers moved behind my ear. I heard him chuckle as he leans to capture my lips with his, into a kiss. At the beginning it was firm till it grew soft, gentle, and slow.
“Are you enjoying this, darlin’?” Jasper questioned after we part our lips. In an arrogant-like triumph, he tilts his head to the side slightly while his lips tug into a smirk.
“I am,” I admit, offering him a genuine smile, “Please continue. Just a few more minutes, at least.”
Jasper’s eyes gleam and from where I lay, they looked to be two worlds of their own. “Whatever my lady wishes.” He replies, this time in a more distinctive Texan drawl, which never seized to form wild fantasies in my mind. “I’ll be happy to comply with it.”
As Jasper continued caressing me, my thoughts wander elsewhere. Well, not too far away as they still consisted of my one-hundred-forty-four year old mate. I had started to recall the first day when I had seen Jasper in the cafeteria. I remember when his light amber eyes had focused on mine. It was not a friendly gaze but a rather intense one that rendered me to become uncomfortable and uneasy. As if at that particular moment, I had been wearing a tight corset that made my breathing to become shallow.
Another time, after school had been dismissed by the bell, I had bumped into him and it was as if he were made of stone. He towered over my small figure and he had said nothing, not even did he offer to help me with my books that were scattered on the floor. He only did what he had done many times before: he stared into my eyes. And it seemed as if I were looking into the stormy eyes of the Greek God, Ares, himself.
Before I knew it, days had turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and I grew more and more irritated when I realized he was all I could think of. How cliché this matter had turned out to become. Though, it was true. I skipped on to life without giving a second thought of the red flags shown and the warnings revealed that Jasper was dangerous.
This was definitely not me and so out of my character. And if I was going to reveal the whole story…well, let’s just say that my feelings were not the only thing out of character. Once, I had astonishingly as well as embarrassingly failed my history exam, I knew who was to blame.
Of course, in the real sense, Jasper hadn’t done anything wrong. But because I had fallen madly in love with him, he had become a handsome distraction. And I was sure that if he weren’t in my classes or even in the school, I’d have aced the test.
“Hey! Can I talk to you?” I had said the next day, after having slammed my locker shut, completely vexed. Jasper had frowned deeply and slightly nodded to his adoptive sister, Alice as she had taken her leave but not before eyeing me suspiciously.
Unsurprisingly, without a word, Jasper had glanced down at me, waiting for me to speak. I did not know what came over me that day but all I knew was that my anger had completely taken over. “Listen here, you are the reason I have failed my history test and you will be the one to help me study for the retake. D’you understand?”
He had raised his eyebrows and regarded me with a hint of amusement which was also laced with confusion. And as I had waited for his response, I cross my arms.
“Well,” he began and I had suppressed the urge to widen my eyes at his attractive, velvety voice. “Hello to you as well, ma’am.”
“I’m serious!” I exclaimed as I earned a few stares from the students that stood nearby. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”
“Are you?” Jasper had said, taking a step forward and lowering his voice meaningfully. “Are you implying that you failed the exam because you were too busy thinking about me, when you should have been studying?”
At his unexpected question, my face turned bright red and I had looked at him, mouth agape. I had not known he would ask such a question, nor accurately guess as to why I had failed.
I snapped my eyes open as I feel that Jasper had stopped from massaging me. “What were you thinking about, sugar?” He questions, as he possibly could have felt the wave of my indescribable emotions.
I sigh and move to sit next to him, resting my head his shoulder. “Well, if you must know, I was thinking of the day I failed history and how it was all your fault.”
“You mean to say the day you embarrassed yourself as you confronted me…”
“Shut up.” I scoff as Jasper chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist. As he did so, I wriggle under his touch. Suddenly, Jasper pulled away and regarded me with shock while his lips tugged into a lopsided grin. “What was that?”
“What was what?” I question innocently, darting my gaze away from his widened eyes.
“Don’t pretend as if you don’t know what I am talking about, doll.”
“I don’t.” I reply, tersely. I stand from my seated position as my book falls on the floor and my stomach knots in a nervousness. Using the vampire speed to his advantage, I gasp as I feel Jasper’s arms, firmly wrap around my waist, where he gives me a tight squeeze, earning a sudden jolt from my part.
My mate’s eyes twinkle mischievously as he made a vain attempt to keep his perking grin at bay. “You sure you don’t know what I’m talking about? ‘Cause to me it looks like I just found out that my doll’s ticklish.”
“I am but please, don’t start anything funny.” I say, somehow managing to escape from his grasp. Though, that doesn’t stop Jasper from advancing towards me as I slowly recede to head out of his room.
Finished my first year of college a few weeks ago! It didn’t quite end the way I thought it would, but it’s nice to be done for now. I’m looking forward to next semester, I think it’ll go really well :-) These are some of my bio notes from my last exam in Ecology.
After a post by a YOI author about the difficulty in getting a fic read and commented on, I thought I’d do some analysis of the Yuri on Ice fics on Ao3 as I have another chapter to post and I wondered if I could dredge up something useful, so:
Since Jan 1st there have been 9459 fics posted on the YOI fandom on Ao3
Out of the total number of YOI fics 14472 (taking away the 74 posted so far today - 14th April)
There are 9801 single chapter fics
744 fics with less than 100 hits
7775 fics with less than 100 kudos
and 2455 fics with less than 20 kudos (these need some love - I haven’t read them)
This chart shows the number of fics posted each day since 1st Jan 2017 until 13th Apr.
I can’t find a correlation, do the quiet periods cover exam seasons in different parts of the world?
All I can get out of this is that I have many, many months of happy reading to go before I can even made a dent in this amazing collection of work, and then we have season 2 to look forward to!
~ Wow, I’m actually updating? Sorry I’ve be MIA this past month, I’ve just been trying to finish my projects and exams to finally graduate. Here is the next chapter, with one left to go! Enjoy ♡
The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me. But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.
Jungkook was sleeping heavily by my side. The sun was out early and the only reason I had woken up was because I felt the need to throw up. I couldn’t handle my alcohol after a night of drinking, and the liquor wanted to leave my system immediately. Jungkook didn’t even stir when I jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I pushed through the mess of my hair and let my head hang over the toilet.
After vomiting unpleasantly for a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Standing over the skin and cupping water from the faucet to wash the awful taste from my mouth. My head was pounding with a major headache and the light from outside was causing my eyes to hurt. I splashed some cool water on my face as the events of the night before came to light.
I was in a state of foolishness, oblivious to the consequences and long-term effects of my actions. I was playing with Jungkook’s emotions and even my own. Regardless of what I might have felt last night, that wouldn’t change what was to come. The truth of the matter was that Jungkook and the rest of the boys were going home sooner than expected. There wasn’t time for anything else to happen between us, and I wanted to end this as painlessly as possible. I heard walking and light talking out in the hall. Coco and Mina were always the first ones up in the mornings. In no time would they come knocking at my door for breakfast. I walked back into the bedroom, finding any clean clothes to put on quickly. I slightly jumped at the sudden sound of Jungkook snoring. I turn around to look at him, spread out in my bed with the sheets only covering his lower half. His lips were parted and slightly dry, but he looked good all the while. If I wasn’t sober I would have probably climbed back to his side and enjoyed laying there in his company.
“Well, you’re up early.” Mina said, utterly surprised. I ran into her as soon I shut the door to my bedroom. Though, I walked passed her without saying a word. “No offense but you look like hell, (Y/n).” Coco said as I walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cabinet to grab some aspirin, gazing at the clock for the time. It was barely 9 o’clock and I wasn’t looking forward to what the day was going to bring.
I took a seat on the counter chair, brushing my fingers through my tangled hair, as I thought about my next move.
I didn’t know just how much Jungkook would remember. Hell! I wasn’t even sure of what I remembered. What about the things I don’t remember? One thing was for sure though; Jungkook stayed the night because I had asked him too. “(Y/n)?” Coco called out. I snapped my head to see her standing next to me. “You seem really out of it. What’s wrong?”
I didn’t know how to respond in a matter of simple words. There would be too many questions to answer if I did. Before I could prepare myself to speak, the back door burst open; Taehyung standing there with Namjoon behind him. We were all startled by the forced entrance.
“Taehyung! You can still knock.” Namjoon scolded. He sounded in distress and Taehyung was only adding to it.
“Sorry guys but we have a problem.” Taehyung explained.
“What happen?” Coco asked, placing the rag she had been wiping down the kitchen counter with down.
I had never seen them so worried. Taehyung looked panicked the most, while Namjoon was trying to keep his composer.
“Jungkook didn’t come home last night.” Namjoon said as they stepped in. Coco and Mina began to worry as well and tried to comfort the boys to calm down before jumping to any conclusions.
“I know we sound dramatic but Jungkook has never not made it home.” Taehyung argued before noticeing my lack of speaking, the fact that I was even present was surprising to him. He stepped over to me, his brown eyes were wide with concern and he touched my hand. He wanted to ask me about Jungkook but also wanted to know how I was doing. After everything Taehyung was the closest one I had grown to.
“Everyone else is already out looking at places he likes to hang out.” Namjoon asked if we could help as well. Taehyung didn’t ask me anything but only stayed by my side, comforting himself and unknowingly, me as well.
“Would you know where he is by any chance, (Y/n)?” Coco asked suddenly. It seemed to be an idea everyone else had missed besides Taehyung. They all turned to look in my direction and Taehyung’s hand fell off my arm. I felt like they were all gathered around my sitting figure, standing tall and intimidating. I opened my mouth to speak, any answer at all, but before I could-