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Senior year advice and how to make senior year effective

So it’s your senior year in high school and you’re probably super excited for the year to come. You finally get to go to college and become your own person, pursue your dream, or maybe just get away from the bullshit. So here’s some of my best advice to make senior year a good one: 

SENIORITIS WILL HAPPEN

  • There is literally no way you can avoid this. It’s like a deadly parasite that just consumes you. It’s very effective, especially if you’re surrounded by people who have already entered the “fuck school I just want it to be over” phase. 
  • The way senioritis works is, the busier you are, the less it will  hit you. I was a pretty active student year round. I had tennis , our drama one acts in the fall, FFA,  plus work. In the spring semester I had our school play, track, and I joined our FFA vet science judging team (which helped kept me focus ) . 
  • Winter is honestly the only time you should indulge lazyness. Get it out of your system and devote the rest of your school year to being productive

DON’T FILL YOUR SCHEDULE WITH TEACHER ASSISTANT AND OFFICE AID ELECTIVES 

  • The one thing colleges love to see (besides student involvement and volunteer hours) is that you have a REAL schedule lined up for you your senior year. Get classes that apply to what you want to do in college, or find classes that you think you might be interested in. You never know if that could be the deciding point on what you want to do with your life. 
  • Honestly, it’s going to suck when all your friends have relaxing classes most of the day and you have stacks of homework to do your senior year (trust me i’ve been there) but in the long run, colleges will thank you, and senioritis I can guarantee won’t hit you as bad when you’re taking classes that challenge and interest you. 

AP CLASSES

  • This is honestly all preference and knowing your limits, but if you have never taken a AP class your high school career you should probably take one. High school classes are NOTHING like college. AP prepared me more for college and studying then any mandatory classes i’ve ever taken
  • KNOW. YOUR. LIMITS. I only took one AP class my senior year because I knew I would be working and doing a lot of school involvement. Some people liked to make their schedule mostly AP classes because in may when they take their AP exam they just chilled for the remaining of the school. Personally I think that’s a dumb idea, because then you’re just wasting your time for a couple of weeks and it’ll make you want to ditch class, etc. 

APPLYING TO COLLEGE

  • PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD APPLY EVERYWHERE
  • You never know what schools you’re actually going to get accepted to. You may think you have stanford in the bag and only apply to that school. But if you get rejected and have no where to turn but a local community college, your life will suck. 
  • Don’t worry about being undecided,  a lot of people are in the same shoes as you are, and college will understand
  • BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF. When you do those little “why should we accept you essays” you need to write yourself as the shiny little gold nugget that you are. Have confidence in yourself
  • When applying to out of state: you better know your shit. No one is going to help you as much because your councilors only know about local and state colleges. Especially when you decide to go to out of state college, KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Always check your emails and follow the college steps like it’s your lifeline or you’ll miss something. 

SCHOLARSHIPS 

  • Just apply to all of them. Trust me on this because I can guarantee you half of your graduating class would have not applied to a single one of them 
  • Don’t be lazy 

“SENIOR YEAR IS THE BEST YEAR OF YOUR LIFE”

  • This is complete bullshit but it also depends on each person
  • Senior year is honestly like every other year but you’re expected to be more of an adult. No one is going to make you apply to colleges and no one is going to make you do anything.
  • Senior year isn’t like it is in the movies, you won’t be partying all the time and not every second of it is going to be perfect. You might lose some friends and some things you love will change. It’s a very emotional and exciting time, make the most of it. 
  • Spend as much time with your high school friends because you’ll probably never see them again. That girl that you’ve been soccer buddies with all 4 year is probably never going to text you again, so make the most of your friends. 
  • Attend all the high school events. It’s the last time you’ll ever be able to do it, so make some memories. 

SOME ADVICE TO FRESHMEN 

  • Don’t be scared
  • you’re going to lose some friends and make new ones
  • but for the love of god get involved. it’s not “cool” to be a slacker. Honestly you’ll have a better experience and things will go by a lot faster.
  • Do your damn homework, it actually counts in high school
  • be nice to your teachers
  • make the most of your high school experience. It goes by faster then you think. 
The Contest

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Gen are divorced.  NO HATE please !


Nikki and I have been best friends since the second grade. She has seen me through breakups, crappy jobs, losing my Dad, and 4 grueling years of nursing school. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.  I had just finished 3 twelve hour shifts in a row and I had four days off. I couldn’t wait to put on my comfy PJ’s and watch Netflix until my brain exploded.

My cell rang and I smiled when I saw who it was.  “Hey Nik! Perfect timing as always! What’s new?” I asked.

“Hey Y/N, remember when you took your nursing boards and I had to drive you because you were convinced you were gonna puke from nerves?” Nikki said in one long breath.

I was immediately suspicious.  She wanted something.  “Yeah.” I said slowly.

“Well I need you to do the same for me on Saturday.” She blurted out.

“Your taking nursing boards on Saturday?” I was really confused.

“No silly.  Supernatural is having a contest to celebrate its 15th season on the air.  They are having open casting calls in cities around the country for a new character.  They want to cast an unknown.  And the rumor is its Jared’s love interest!!” She was practically screeching with excitement.

I sighed.  This again.  Nikki had tried everything to get me to watch this show. I had watched maybe 10 minutes of the pilot before I completely lost interest.  She was obsessed.  She talked about these guys non stop.

“Is that the pretty boy or the freakishly tall one?” I asked, completely not listening or caring either way.

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My name is Liza and welcome to my studyblr! I wanted to officially introduce myself to the community, although my blog is still technically under construction. So expect lots of changes in the near future and stay posted. :)

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About Me

  • I took a gap year (and a half-ish lol) between my high school and uni studies. 
  • I am currently a first year student at a community college. I plan on transferring to a full time university next spring.
  • I am currently studying pre-medical and Marine biology as majors, with minors in chemistry and biomedical engineering.
  • I love all subjects and don’t really have a preference. You’ll notice from time to time that I may post about new things I am learning about in the randomest of subjects, as I love learning about anything and everything.
  • I am fluent in English, Spanish, French and Italian. I am currently learning Japanese, Mandarin, and Korean. Languages are especially fascinating to me, so you will see lots about them on my blog.
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  • Music and the arts are especially important to me, as I play piano and love to paint/draw. In the future, I do hope I can record and/or post some of my personal pieces to share with all of you.
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{Pompeii Chapter 5}

Kankuro was a riot, and a part of Sakura believed he was only so chummy and outgoing because it made Gaara all the more uncomfortable. Kankuro acted as if it was a real treat to do anything with Gaara, making the younger brother bluster and blush.

“I’m going to take this upstairs first,” Gaara ground out, glaring at his brother. He paused when he caught Sakura watching him and then ducked his head. “D-do you want to show me where you want it?”

Sakura nodded, taking the stairs two at a time until she was on the landing outside her room. The door had been left empty for the brothers to move in and out of easily. Sakura slipped in first and waved Gaara in behind her. There was a space under the windows she wanted the mattress set. A folded set of sheets sat off to the side, ready to be applied.

“It’ll be nice right under the windows,” Sakura commented, feeling a little nostalgic for when she used to have a similar arrangement in her childhood home.

Gaara surveyed the room, nodding at the cleaned off floor. “You have a lot of room here.” His eyes settled on the succulent she had put under the nearby window and Sakura watched his eyes soften. “You kept it.”

Now it was Sakura’s turn to flush. “Yeah. I…I know it’s super cheesy, but while I like plants and flowers I feel like the desert breeds are the only plants that can survive me. I remember for high school graduation I got so many flowers and even the potted ones. I tried to take care of them but they all died.” She glanced back at the succulent on the window sill. “A friend gave me a small barrel cactus in a pot apologizing for being so prickly all year long. I took care of that guy for my entire college life. It’s a nice feeling, when something stays with you for so long.”

“They are strong,” Gaara agreed.

Behind them the sun was setting and filtered gold started to streak in through the windows to the west. It made his face and hair just glow.

Sakura blinked, “Will you and your brother be okay carrying the mattress up?”

Gaara snorted, shaking his head and making his hair sway. “Kankuro is unnecessary.”

Seconds later a snake of sand slithered mid air, followed by a coil around the mattress. Kankuro was lying on the mattress with a saucy smirk, letting Gaara carry him and the merchandise to the designated spot. He winked at Sakura as Gaara set the mattress down.  Gaara’s sand smacked Kankuro as it left the mattress like hands leaving a child.

“A little showy, don’t you think?” the older brother asked, adjusting the black cat hood he wore as part of his outfit. In addition to a set of all black he also came with an impressive design of face paint traced across his face. At least Sakura guessed it was face paint.  

“Are you truly necessary?” Gaara asked in a droll tone, eyes half lidded.

“Yeah, cause I’m the one in charge, duh.” Kankuro hopped up and slid up alongside Sakura. “Speaking of which, my boss wanted me to ask you about the invoice. Someone already tried paying for it and we wanted to ask-“

“Don’t accept his money!” Sakura’s reaction was knee jerk at best. Both brothers blinked owlishly at her. “Ugh, no, it’s just someone trying to be welcoming. I don’t want to do anything that could be construed as taking a bribe so please don’t deposit their check or whatever they used. I have the payment already made out for you to take back.”

Kankuro smiled, causing Gaara to flinch. “Ah, no worries there. Temari is a force all on her own. She’ll turn down their payment if you tell her to. But is that okay with you? It might piss the party off.”

Sakura felt her shoulders and rolled them back, adopting the look she took on when addressing business. “That may be unfortunate, but I stand by my decision.”  

Kankuro laughed. “Oh man, the old lady is going to love you. Ah, I better get out of here before I get in too deep. Gaara looks ready to murder me.”

Sakura turned and looked back over her shoulder at Gaara, but his face only flushed a brighter shade of red under her scrutiny. He looked more embarrassed than anything. Kankuro was a tease.  

“Come on little brother, you can’t sleep here. Let’s leave Sakura to her rest, it’s getting late enough.”

Outside the sky was caught between the ghost of gold and budding night. In a little while the first stars would probably twinkle into view.  It got dark so fast, like the sky was a drain and all the gold had fallen through to a place Sakura couldn’t see.

Sakura wrote the check and a note to Temari, thanking her for being so understanding, before seeing the boys off at the front. By the time they were out the door there was silver in the sky. Gaara turned to wave her goodbye and the moonlight caught in his pretty green eyes. Sakura nearly froze at the way he looked back at her. It was an image she didn’t believe she could ever forget.

“I hope you sleep well tonight,” she said, not knowing if he heard her.

Gaara’s lip quivered before pulling upwards. “You too.”

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Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

“Like, we’re friends with benefits.”

Oikawa sips his milk angrily.

“His sole job is to… you know.”

He frowns.

“What the hell do we even have to fight about?!”

“Well,” Kuroo drawls. “I wouldn’t say that’s his only job. You two hang out almost every day, text each other constantly, always bring each other up when they’re not around if you see something he might like, laugh more around each other, take naps together, spend nights at each other’s places without hooking up, lean your head on each other’s shoulders when on a long train ride–”

“…Tetsu-chan, are you stalking us?”

“–share meals, do that thing where sometimes you look at each other and forget anyone else is around like me after I asked a question, cook food together and have each other taste it, spend afternoons doing nothing together except just laugh–”

“No, really, how do you know–”

“–you’ve been friends since childhood and all through middle and high school, you’ve already started talking about meeting up over break during college, wait you two have matching shirts too right, wasn’t there that one week where you guys took care of a dog, oh hey wait you guys had a baby–”

“We did not, we were babysitting my nephew,” Oikawa corrects, but that’s about the only objection he can offer. Frowning, he rests his chin on his palm and drums his fingers along his jaw. Kuroo grins, leaning back and sipping his coffee. His chair tips back a bit too far and it’s Oikawa’s turn to laugh as he watches Kuroo scrambling, just barely managing to catch himself. “We–”

“–are basically a married couple,” Kuroo finishes and bends over to inspect the legs of his chair. “Admit it, Oikawa. It was never friends with benefits. Or even just friends. You were basically born a married couple.”

Oikawa blinks. He then hums, frowns, drums his fingers again before pulling out his phone and dialing. Kuroo just watches.

“Iwa-chan! Ten minute break from our fight, okay?” he jabbers and when he smiles Kuroo knows that Iwaizumi’s acquiesced. “Hey, so, Iwa-chan, I’ve got a question… Tetsu-chan says we’re actually married. We’re not married right? Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I thought! I would’ve remembered the ceremony! But dating? Are we dating? Because Tetsu-chan does have a point… Tetsu-chan also knows way too much about us–”

“You two are rubbing it in my face all the–”

“So we are dating? Yeah, that’s what I think too!” Oikawa blinks and this time when he smiles, it’s a bit brighter and even Kuroo feels warm just watching him. “Okay! Glad that’s settled! Back to our fight.”

“Hey, just out of curiosity,” Kuroo asks once he hangs up, “what are you two even fighting about?”

“Hm?” Oikawa blinks. “Oh. We were arguing about how I’m always out late because of clubs and then I got mad that Iwa-chan’s always working out, how it seems like he cares more about that than me, and–why are you staring at me like that?”

“…You’re joking, right?”

Don't creep on women at work. Just don't.

To preface this story, I’m 24, single, and work with a lot of middle-aged/older female employees.

A male customer in his 50s or 60s started coming in not long ago and asking myself and my coworkers some inappropriate questions, which we all shrugged off and didn’t think too much about. This customer asked me whether or not I’m in high school/didn’t believe that I’m out of college, whether one of my coworkers is really married or not, if one of my rings was a wedding band (I wear a lot of rings and some of them are family heirlooms and do look like wedding or engagement rings), etc.

I guess since I’m the youngest one that works here, and the only single one, this customer took a liking to me. He figured out my work schedule from another coworker and started coming in when he knew I would be working. Always stood too close to me, called me by name every time he talked to me, would stare at me inappropriately, in addition to these bizarre questions. I was creeped out and did not enjoy his presence when he came in, but didn’t feel like I had enough grounds to report the situation to my boss. Mostly it was just a “bad vibe” and I didn’t really have any strong evidence in my case.

Eventually I told this customer one of my rings was an engagement ring in the hopes that he would stop being so creepy towards me. This backfired horribly. He told me that was too bad because he was hoping to ask me out. Then he took it a step further and told me if I ever broke it off with my “fella” that I should keep him in mind. I was horrified to the point of speechlessness. I did my job, checked him out, told him to have a nice day, and left the check out area without another word on what had just happened.

He called shortly after he left under the guise of forgetting to ask about something, then repeated his line about keeping him in mind if me and my imaginary boyfriend ever break up and hoping to ask me out. I was so offended that I hung up on him and immediately told my boss what happened. The next day my boss told him to stop saying inappropriate things to the female employees, me especially, and threatened to ban this customer for life if he repeated his offenses. 

Unfortunately this customer appears to be the kind of man who respects a man’s opinion more than a woman’s as he did not understand my body language/the look of fear in my eye/my lack of response which clearly said NO. He respected my male boss saying “she is uncomfortable, stop that” over my obvious repulsion and lack of reciprocation. Plus the only thing keeping him from crossing the line even further was my fake engagement to another man—who knows what he would have done if he found out I was really single. Disrespectful pig.

My boss really stuck up for me and has been on my side throughout all of this, and that makes me feel so much better and more in control of the situation. Huge kudos to him for that. Thankfully this creep got the memo and stopped coming in during my regular shifts.

I’ve only seen this customer once since all this went down…I went to the back room and made my coworker wait on him—I don’t get paid enough to deal with that kind of nonsense. And I didn’t trust him not to be a creep again since he greeted me by name and stared at me incessantly like he just couldn’t wait to get up there and be close to me while waiting his turn in line. My “fight or flight” instinct kicked in big time and told me to get the hell out of there. Dealing with the public is a special kind of something, let me tell you…

TL;DR — Don’t creep on women while they are at work, especially women who are half your age or have a significant other. We aren’t interested.