small class size

Barbarian: Okay so can we fit through the hole i’ve chopped in the wall?
DM: Yeah… yeah, it’s big enough for a character of the “Small” size class to fit through.
Barbarian: Is anyone here small?
Players: *chorus of ‘No’s*
Ranger: Wait, what about you, you’re a dwarf right?
Fighter: No, we’re Medium.
DM: How the hell is a dwarf not the Small class?
Rogue: Dwarves are short but thick
Ranger: We’re thicc
DM: Never say those words again please

2

It’s still the first week of school so i found myself with a lot of free time between lectures.
So naturally here are 100%s.

hey guys! i’ve written and read a ton of college essays over the past few months and my friends and i finalize our applications, and i thought i would share some tips for writing college essays with y’all. 

before you start

  • find your prompts. go on the school’s website and see what essays you need to write. are you applying to any specific programs? those almost always require additional writing.
  • organize your prompts. i recommend organizing by topic: leadership, challenges, etc. it will make the process seem less intimidating because you will realize that you don’t need to write 20 different essays, but around 5 or 6 that you can modify for each specific question.

personal essays

  • share something not mentioned elsewhere in your app. personal essays are a great opportunity to talk about some interest that isn’t represent in your academic or activities records. talk about the language you’re trying to learn or a family tradition or your favorite tv show. prove that you are more than just your grades and extracurriculars. 
  • be specific. write about a specific moment or object or experience. this makes the essay unique to you and allows you to engage the reader by providing more details, all making you more memorable. this will also cut down on how many words you will need to get to your main point. 
  • be aware of what impression you’re giving off. the personal essay is where the admissions officer gets their impression of your character. a stranger is going to read this essay and decide if you are the type of person they want on their campus. might you come off as irresponsible or immature? does it seem like you’re trying too hard?

those wack af prompts

  • just do it. these prompts are designed to see how you think, so start writing based on what your initial reaction was. i found it helpful to free associate until i came up with a topic that i liked. don’t try too hard with these essays; they’re meant to be fun!
  • read your essay out loud. this is a great way to figure out if your “voice” is strong. when read out loud, these essays should sound like a story you are telling to a friend. don’t overuse the thesaurus! use some colloquial language! make a funny quip! you want to sound like a real human.

“why us?”

  • this is about you. this is not an essay about why you like the school. this is an essay about why you are a good fit for the school. what about the school will enable you to thrive? what role will you play on campus?
  • research, research, research. convince the admissions officer that you care a lot about the school. you love it a lot and have your free time learning about it, so include as much detail as you can in your essay. some questions to consider are…
  • academics: why is their curriculum a good system for you? how will you take advantage of the resources (advising, study abroad programs, etc.) offered? what courses do you want to take? which faculty are you excited to learn from and work with?
  • community: which clubs and organizations do you want to join? how will you contribute to the community? what about the school’s culture and traditions appeal to you and why?
  • what does the college emphasize about itself? demonstrate that you share the same values as the college. if the college loves its small class sizes, then guess what, you love small classes too. if the college is super involved in activism and service, then talk about some causes and issues that are important to you. 
  • connect to your life. use this essay to remind the admissions officer about the rest of your application. if you are applying to an interdisciplinary program, mention your interdisciplinary course load in high school. talk about your favorite activities and discuss how you will continue to pursue those interests on campus. 
  • think about the future. college is not the end goal; mostly likely, you’ll be searching for a job afterwards. how will this school help you reach that goal? include some sentence along the lines of “My years as a student here will give me the knowledge, experience, and connections I will need to succeed beyond college.”

in general

  • be you. honest essays are easier to write and more compelling to read.

that’s about it for now! feel free to message me if you have any questions; i’m also willing to read and edit your essays if you want. good luck with your apps!

anonymous asked:

can you give some tips for being/staying motivated to study?

just a warning that i go to a small school with small class sizes, but here’s my main advice:

•DO NOT STUDY IN YOUR ROOM!!!! too many distractions. snacks. cleaning. technology. books. your bed. makeup. Get out of your room and only bring your books and some water. find a study room, library, lounge, or anywhere else with a desk that you know you can work in without being distracted. so don’t go to a coffee shop if you need silence. also, emphasis on finding a study place with a TABLE because studying on the couch is uncomfortable, inconvenient, and distracting.
•the phone and laptop go on DO NOT DISTURB. leave them behind completely if you can.
•ANY time you read a textbook, take notes. it takes twice as long, but you’re making a study guide and you’ll remember it better/be able to reference it in class. Focus on vocab words. You can skip most sections that talk about examples, because those usually arent on tests. Skim read anything non-essential, like practice problems, little “Did You Know?” sections, and paragraphs that dont have relevant info/vocab words.
•when reading books for english class, have in mind what you might want to write about, then as you read, underline quotes that you may use in an essay. when you finish reading the book, type up all those quotes with page numbers. sort them into categories, like if you were going to make different paragraphs out of different topics. eliminate quotes that are weaker or dont seem as strong as the others. For each quote, write a sentence or two explaining why it’s relevant to your thesis. Put those together. Add a topic sentence and transitions, intro paragraph, thesis, and conclusion. BAM essay.
•when reading research articles for an essay, keep a word doc in another tab and write down useful quotes & page numbers as you read. you’ll only need to read each source once that way, and you’ll have already selected out the most useful parts.
•read research articles BEFORE making a thesis statement. sometimes if you go into research looking to prove a specific point, you won’t find good quotes and your argument will end up really weak because you can’t find evidence to support a claim that might be too broad, too specific, or just lacking proof.
•GO TO YOUR PROFESSORS’ OFFICE HOURS. EMAIL THEM CONSTANTLY. ANY TIME YOU ARE CONFUSED, GET CLARIFICATION. i recently sobbed in a professor’s office hours after meeting with him for 3 hours because i didnt understand the material. the next day in class, he cut the amount of material we had to cover. always communicate with professors and get help.
•make flashcards. quizlet is good for simple word/definition ones, but flashcards are your bff. study in groups when possible. if you’re a visual learner, read the cards off to a partner. if you’re an audio learner, have a partner read them to you. repeat until you can recite all of them.
•use free campus services like the writing center and tutoring center. you pay for them in your tuition.
•go to SI sessions and any other freely offered help sessions that your classes may offer. i know my math class and my history class had these lectures you could go to to review the material and make sure it all made sense/your notes were complete.
•if you listen to music while you study, make a playlist with a few silly songs thrown in so that when they come on shuffle, you get a randomized 2-3 minute break depending on how long the song is. my favorite break songs are the monsters inc theme and jellyfish jam from spongebob.
•some subjects are good to study in groups. others are good to study alone. you can always ask your professor how people tend to do on tests depending on how they study.
•get as much done during the week as you can. i promise over the weekend, it’s gonna be impossible to want to drag yourself out of bed and leave your room to study. go to the library after your weekday classes and study until 11 PM. you’ll get stuff done early and wont feel guilty for being lazy over the weekend.
•EMAIL DRAFTS OF ESSAYS TO YOUR PROFESSORS AND ASK IF IT’S WHAT THEY’RE LOOKING FOR/WHAT CAN BE IMPROVED. most will be willing to help.
•to avoid doing assignments the night before they’re due, make a calendar and to do lists of all your homework and do a little bit every day. if you are forced to have a peer review day before the actual due date of an essay, that is a BLESSING. do NOT turn in an unedited peer review draft as your final draft. use that peer review draft to bring to the writer center or your professor to ask how to make it better. your first draft is never perfect and having your essay completed before the actual due date for a peer review workshop is valuable because it gives you time to make improvements. UTILIZE THAT TIME. DONT SKIP CLASS ON A PEER REVIEW DAY BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO WRITE A DRAFT BEFORE IT’S ACTUALLY DUE. (most profs require peer review day in the syllabus, too.)
•make group chats with people in your classes.
•make good friends with people in your major, especially those who have a lot of the same classes as you. you’ll probably be asking each other to share notes or ask what they missed in class at one point or another.

i work at the writing center so i have a lot of specific advice about writing essays, if you want it!

What does a quality clinical psychology graduate program look like?

I’ve gotten a lot of asks about how to tell which programs- mostly clinical psych, but I think other sorts of mental health clinician training programs -are high quality programs, with training in evidence-based practice, with focus in both clinical work and research, that will lead to most students gaining the skills they need for their careers. And on the flip side, how to tell if a program is not so high quality. Thanks to the anons and @the-e-r for sending in their questions!

So here is a list to consider when evaluating a potential program. I think this will most highly apply when looking at clinical psychology and probably counseling psychology doctoral programs, but for other sorts of programs many things will also apply. 

  • Is the program accredited? 
    • APA-accreditation is the minimum standard. You need this to get many jobs, and it will be very difficult to get licensed without it. 
  • Is the program funded? If so, how?
    • If the program is a doctoral program and it is not funded, that is a huge red flag. I would discount it immediately. Master’s programs are often unfunded. How a doctoral program is funded will give you an indication of what the program’s priorities are and how it’s connected- is it mostly teaching? research? clinical practicum? a mix? 

  • Is the program attached to a university? If so, what kind?
    • If the program is “free standing,” aka not attached to any regular university, that’s also a huge red flag. I would recommend not applying to any of those schools. Although the particular school a program is attached to will not necessarily tell you how good the program itself is (like- PGSP-Stanford is okay but not funded and not as good as you would assume given it’s quasi-association with Stanford) but it gives you a starting reference point, particularly regarding the faculty and resources available to the program. 

  • How many students are admitted per year?
    • A quality clinical/counseling program typically admits between 5-15 people a year (sometimes but rarely less). Greater than that would be a red flag to me for any doctoral program, I would not consider a program that regularly admits 20 or more. (My guess is that this would vary depending on the master’s program).

  • What is the attrition rate?
    • Attrition is the number of students leaving the program for any reason, and should be listed on the program’s website. It can be tough since we’re talking such small class sizes- like if the program admits 8 and 2 leave, that’s 25%, which sounds big but may not be meaningful. So look at patterns over time. Are people often leaving? Does at least one person, or particularly, multiple people, leaving from every class admitted? That could indicate several red flags- a) they are cutting people after year 1 or 2 (and plan to do so), which is bad for you (and I just disagree with that practice); 2) students are leaving because the program is bad or at least one of the faculty are bad to work with; 3) the program is not good at selecting students to admit (and so picks students with bad fit or who aren’t ready or some other thing) and then might be doing a bad job helping those students. High attrition is a yellow flag, for me- something to investigate.

  • What’s the graduation rate?
    • This is the flip-side of attrition- you want people who are admitted to be largely successfully getting through that program and getting to a job. 

  • How many graduates get pass the EPPP and get licensed?
    • Nearly every graduate of a doctoral clinical or counseling program should successfully get licensed. It’s really pretty rare that a clinical/counseling psychologist would not need or want to get licensed (even if they are researchers), and if the rate is low it usually means a) the program is bad in general or b) the program is very research focused and fails students in the clinical area. 

  • What is the internship match rate? (For APA-accredited programs?) How does the program support students to get an internship?
    • You want an APA-accredited match rate of at least 90%. I would throw out all the programs with less than 85% (and really be very cautious until you get to 90-95%- most of the good programs are at least the low 90s). You want students who are matching on their first round, to internships that meet their training goals. The program should be helping students to achieve this by helping them find good internships, put together their materials, practice for interviews, etc. 

  • Where do graduates go after graduation- both short term (like postdoc) and long term? How does the program help students get where they want to go?
    • Graduates of a good program should leave the program with a job, in their field, in their speciality, that they want. Do not accept a program where people end up in bullshit jobs after 3-7 (or more!) years of post-college education. Make sure some of these graduates are doing the kinds of things you think you might want to do. 

  • How does mentorship work?
    • There are multiple kinds of mentorship models in doctoral programs. Most quality clinical and counseling psychology doctoral programs have students matched to a mentor from the beginning, that they will work with throughout grad school. That’s a green flag. It’s not necessarily bad if the program has another mentorship model, but there needs to be some kind of model. Some of the low quality schools have basically no mentorship model, which makes it hard to conduct research, develop as a professional and make networking connections. 
  • What does a typical week look like for a student?
    • Talk to the program, and to individual students, about what typical weeks are like. This will give you an idea, again, about what the program’s priorities are for students. How much research time? How much clinical time? How diverse is it- do students get to create their own schedules to achieve their own goals? Is one teaching because they want to be a professor at a liberal arts school while the other is doing an extra practica at a school because they have a interest in development? That’s a green flag. If students are overworked and not getting to the things that matter to them- that’s a red flag. If they are spending a lot of time doing clinical work but not a lot of time getting clinical training- that’s a red flag. 
  • What is the practica and who does the clinical training?
    • In a quality school, clinical practica should be diverse. Students should train in multiple settings with multiple populations under multiple supervisors. They should learn multiple techniques, and those techniques should be evidence-based. They should be able to clearly explain how to they train their students and why. It’s a red flag if students are only in the department clinic. It’s a red flag if training is mostly or entirely disconnected from the department. It’s a yellow flag if faculty do none of the clinical training- it can sometimes indicate the faculty are totally research focused, which can impair the connection between science and practice. 

  • What are the faculty’s theoretical orientations? What is their training background? Their interests?
    • Who the faculty are will give you a sense of what they want the students to learn and to be as professionals. I tend to think a diversity of interests- research interests and clinical expertise -is important because it maximizes student access to resources. 

  • What kind of research resources are there in the program? What kind of expectations do they have for students?
    • A program that prioritizes research should have resources available to students to aid them in that, whether that’s personnel (stats experts, for example), materials (an fMRI or stats software) or money. 

  • What are typical topics for master’s theses and dissertations? Where is data collected? What kinds of resources are there for students to aid them in research?
    • By getting a sense of what’s usually done, you’ll know what the real resources are, and how prioritized research really is. If people are often doing undergrad surveys, then that’s a red flag. If people are doing complex research using a variety of procedures in a variety of populations- particularly clinical populations -that’s a huge green flag. But ask what’s available now, for you, given your interests, because access to resources and communities changes all the time. 

  • What conferences do students typically go to? Is there any funding for conferences?
    • Conferences that programs go to will give you a sense of their priorities and interests. Do they go to APA? ABCT? APS? Does each lab go to a speciality conference for their area? There isn’t necessarily a wrong answer, but a good program will be involved with at least one conference and it should line up with your interests. They should also pay you to go- that’s a green flag. 

  • What other sorts of training experiences does the program offer? (Outside of regular classes) Seminars? Clinical training? Do they have speciality “tracks” or “minors”? Do they have connections with other departments? Do they bring in speakers from other schools? Do they do professional development seminars?  
    • A quality program should offer other training and professional development experiences, although what those might be will vary. But sometimes low quality programs use things kinds of things- especially “minors” or similar things -to sell the idea that their program is better than others. Watch that carefully. Sometimes a program with a “minor” or whatever does a have special training experience, which is great- but a “minor” will not be recognized beyond a line on your CV, so take it as a training experience and not anything more. 

anonymous asked:

how would bakugou and todoroki act if they were both trying to romance the same girl ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (and good luck with the blog!! ^^ ))

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Oh man, these two. It’s basically a silent fight over who could get more praise from you and getting to spend time with you as much as possible with these two as rivals haha

Anywaaaaay… This accidentally became the prompt for my celebrating 300+ followers project? *nervous laugh* In summary, there’ll be four parts, and from part 2 the story kinda branches out depending on your ‘choice’? (But of course you’re free to read both!) That sounds good? Ok? Ok. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 


Bakugou had as much sense of romance as his temper – or to put it simply, nonexistent.

Todoroki was no romantic, he’d rather freeze himself than say all those popular and cheesy pick up lines.

Funny how the two guys with no sense of romance fell in love with the same girl, who was denser than brick and diamond combined.


“Good morning, Todoroki-kun,” your gentle voice roused him from the hands of sleepiness that had been pulling him down into unconsciousness. He couldn’t believe his luck. To be able to see you the first thing in the morning, and knowing that such coincidence might happen again in the future completely woke his laggy mind.

“Good morning,” he paused for a second and decided to add in a strike of boldness and bravery, “You look particularly– neat– this morning.”

“Thank you! You look as sharp as always. Should we go together to class?”

This had to be because he let that stray kitten finish his lunch yesterday. Good things always comes back to you, they said. This had to be some kind of good karma his mother used to tell him when he was younger.

“Sure.”

He could somehow smelt your shampoo as you fell into steps beside him – or was that just you? Do girls normally smell this good? Does noticing this make him a pervert? The calm in your eyes made the slight brushing of your shoulder with his own even more unbearable. He could’ve swore his heart was caught on fire at the minuscule contact, and he really hoped he wasn’t blushing.

Out from the corner of his eyes, he saw a certain blond giving him a death glare.


“Step aside, you idiot!”

You looked positively surprised and alarmed at the urgency in his tone, and Bakugou scolded himself for losing his cool so easily at the notion of you getting hurt by a measly, small, and harmless baseball. Well, not exactly harmless seeing as hair-for-brains had thought it was acceptable to use his own hardened arm as a substitute for a wooden bat, but still.

“Oh, thank you, Bakugou-kun! I didn’t see that ball,” your simple gratitude made something inside him felt mushy and warm all over.

“I didn’t do it for you, airhead idiot! Don’t get too full of yourself!” he bristled, the permanent scowl on his face softened ever the slightest for a drop of second, “Pay attention to where you’re going, nitwit.”

“I will, thank you for the reminder!”

The warmth spread to his cheeks, and his grip on the small white mall crushed the poor sphere. Kirishima yelled in protest because it was his owned item, and Bakugou yelled back shut the fuck up, unless you want a broken baseball shoved down your throat.

Meanwhile, red-and-green eyes watched the scene unfold behind the glass window on the second floor.


It wasn’t surprising to say that the whole 1-A was quite the tight-knit group. There were many factors contributing to this fact: the small class size, the similar goal they shared, the rivalry that sparked between each other, and their numerous encounters with villains, however unplanned, did more good than bad. Their bonds grew even more under the closed dorm environment, and they adapted almost immediately to the change of lifestyle. So well, in fact, that on one particular group movie night, Ashido came back from the bathroom looking sulky and literally announced to the whole class that she had gotten her period and she needed tampons.

The boys seemed horrified and unsure of what to say to that, because really, how were they supposed to respond?

“Uh, would chocolate help?” Satou piped. Ashido beamed. The male population of the class sighed inwardly in relief. At the very least they would get spared from another boring lecture on ‘what to consider when you are living in a dorm with some girls who could kick your asses if they wanted to’.

Jirou offered to give her stash away in a much softer tone, and suddenly Uraraka had an idea.

“Why don’t we all go shopping for our necessities at the dorm? This time, the whole 1-A?”

And that was precisely why you were now standing in the middle of the crowd, along with your classmates – most of them excited, but some seemed indifferent or weren’t too pleased to be here.

“For efficiency, I suggest we split into groups, just like before,” Yaoyorozu suggested, “Who doesn’t really have anything to buy?”

Your hands slowly raised above your head. And so did Uraraka’s, Todoroki’s, and Bakugou’s. The cheerful girl waved and bounced towards you in excitement after you received the shopping list from your class’ vice president. Your other group mates joined soon after, and your small group departed towards the mall’s department store.

“Tch. This is stupid,” Bakugou growled under his breath, glaring at the trolley as if he wanted to incarnate it using his eyes.

“Do you want to switch job pushing the trolley?” You asked, not wanting to make the short fused male do what he didn’t want to do. The fact that he came in itself was already shocking, afterall.

“You have the list. I think Yaoyorozu wanted you and Uraraka to choose,” Todoroki said before his friend could respond, “The both of you would probably do the job better than us.”

“You think so?” You threw a smile at the boy and read over the list once more, intent to do your part as a good dorm mate and missed the spark that seemed to prickle between the two boys’ glare.

“We need some common items for the fridge in the kitchen and restocking the snacks in the cupboard,” Uraraka summed up after she skimmed over the list and led the the group into the store.

The four of you leisurely walked towards the first shelves you saw, picking up things that might be useful for everyone and double checking the list to make sure you hadn’t missed anything. Such a mundane activity would normally be boring, but shopping with your friends could never be boring especially with Uraraka present to brighten the mood, not to meantion you could somehow feel at ease with the two boys guarding the rear, mostly silent but helpful to check the items.

Everything went well until you arrived in the vegetables section. Truth to be told, you knew absolutely nothing about choosing good ingredients, and so did Uraraka who confessed that she would usually just pick the cheapest one. You held a carrot in one hand and was trying to determine whether it was good, but what exactly defined a ‘good’ carrot? You had no idea.

“It’s better to pick the medium sized ones,” Bakugou said, full with boredom, “Thicker carrots are tough and harder to cook with.”

The sudden advice threw you off guard but filled you with relief. “Really? I didn’t know you were so good at these, Bakugou-kun! Then again, I suppose you did handle the knife really well back then on the school trip…”

“I-It’s just common sense, dumbass,” he scowled when you beamed at him. His heart was slamming stubbornly to his ribs and he was holding back the urge to look away from your smile.

“You know, maybe you could help us choosing the ingredients? To be honest I don’t really know what I’m doing,” you scratched your head in embarrassment, expecting to understand if Bakugou declined. But to your surprise he leaned forward to read over the list on your hand and walked over towards the potatoes, easily picking them up and tossing them into the plastic bag.

“Thank you, Bakugou-kun!” You cheered along with Uraraka.

Bakugou smirked as he placed the vegetables into his own trolley. Todoroki’s grip might have tightened a little harder than necessary around the handle, but oblivious to the small exchange, you and Uraraka marched ahead. 

Your steps slowed to a halt however, when you saw the array of fridges containing sweet treats, eyes widening in recognition.

The white-red haired boy noticed this and pulled over on your side.

“Which one do you want?” Todoroki’s hand wrapped around one of the display fridges’ handle, “I remembered you liked this brand’s product. You should pick one.”

You were shocked at the sudden proposition and the fact that he had remembered the small fact you had told him randomly on your mindless chatter with him, “Oh, but won’t it melt? We still need to go to other stores…”

“It won’t. I could hold on to it.”

“But that would trouble you–”

“I don’t mind.”

You gave him a sincere smile and patted his right arm gratefully before pointing towards your favorite pint of cold snack, “You’re too kind. Thank you, Todoroki-kun!”

Despite the ability residing on his right side, the place you touched seemed to burn warmly. Unbeknowst to you, when you stalked off to Uraraka to call her over, the two boys’ eyes met and narrowed in glares, exchanging a silent message.

Neither was going to give up, hell no – this was the one fight they refuse to lose.

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY SAM

YESTERDAY WAS SAM’S BIRTHDAY! WHICH IM LATE TO CELEBRATE BUT STILL!

Sam is an amazing artist and person and friend, and I feel so lucky to know her? Seriously - check her out and adore her with me. And wish her happy late brithday! @nerdzewordart

Anyways, here’s your present as promised!! Another part of the Conchell Hogwarts AU (with a splash of solangelo!!) 


Division, despite how much his housemates tended to favor the subject, had to be one of Mitchell’s least favorite subjects. It was a ridiculously complicated subject, one Mitchell wasn’t even sure he fully believed in, with a severe O.W.L. exam and a classroom in the middle of nowhere. It’s only saving graces were the professor - Professor Dare, although she usually insisted on her first name considering the minimal age gap - and his classmates.

But it was when both of these factors worked against his favor - that’s when he dreaded the class the most.

Rachel gestured towards the board as she explained the simple assignment, and Mitchell’s eyes ran down the board looking for his own name. In her swirly, cursive handwriting, a floating piece of chalk was just finishing up writing out the partner assignments. At the bottom, Mitchell found his name next to one he wasn’t exactly hoping for, and sighed. Might as well make the best of it.

Sebastian shot him an apologetic grin as he shifted closer to his partner - who happened to be the exact classmate he’d been making eyes at the entire class period.  If Sebastian ever learned to weld his annoyingly persistent good luck for actual use, the boy would be damn near invincible. 

Mitchell gathered his books and made his way over to the other side of the room, brushing back Katie - a Gryffindor girl in his year - as he crossed the uneven stone flooring.

He waved over to Will - a fellow Hufflepuff - as the blond boy edged closer to infamously sarcastic Nico di Angelo. Nico only scowled, ignoring the boy completely, and glared down at his book, messing with the emerald tie slung around his neck. Good luck to him, then.

He found his partner, strangely frozen in his seat, and settled for a soft, welcoming smile.

Mitchell set his book in the empty space Katie had just vacated, and took a moment to run his hand through his hair. After rushing up the circular staircase - after Sebastian had nearly made them late again - it was probably a mess.

He took his seat, soft smile in place. “Partners?”

Connor had been staring at him since the moment he arrived, and took a moment to visibly swallow. “Uh. Yeah. Yes. I mean, sure, totally.”

Mitchell gave him another small smile - hopefully reassuring, as the boy seemed to be a bit on edge - and took the seat next to the other boy.

The small tea set - dinged up and slightly chipped from years of use - was already in place, steaming and awaiting from where Rachel had probably set it up before class. Mitchell poured out their two cups, careful not to spill any of it on either of them. Gods knew he didn’t need to be in the bad pocket of a Stoll Brother - he could hardly handle being in an neutral position.

Yeah, he was still a bit upset about their castle wide prank last week. Strawberry pie was an innocent commodity, and had no reason to be such a casualty, no matter what Sebastian claimed.

“Sugar?” Connor was already passing over two sugar cubes, and a small leaf of mint. That was exactly how he took it.

Mitchell blinked in surprise, “Oh, thank you.” He stirred the sugar in, watching - a bit in slight disgust - as Connor added several sugar cubes to his own cup. It was nearly sludge. Mitchell suppressed a shudder.

He turned his attention back to his own cup, inhaling the steam, his eyes fluttering shut. It was a pleasant blend - strawberry, it seemed, a flavor Mitchell tended to favor. He vaguely wondered where Rachel had gotten it.

“You’re muggleborn, right?” Mitchell asked curiously, attempting to make some conversation, taking a slow sip. It was a bit too hot, but nothing unbearable.

Connor nodded, still a bit stiff. “Uh, yeah. Um, Travis and I.”

Mitchell nodded in interest. “That’s cool. My dad’s a muggle, but I mostly lived with some relatives on my mom’s side for the summers.” His face took a thoughtful look, “I always wondered about my muggle side, what it’s like and such.”

“I can show you,” was Connor’s quick - a bit too quick - and immediate response. He cleared his throat after a moment. “I mean, if you ever want to, um, go see muggle London or something I, uh, know it pretty well. My mom’s lives up there, has a nice flat.”

“Wow,” Mitchell’s voice took on an edge of teasing, “already meeting the parents? You work quick, Stoll.” He fluttered his eyelashes, a wide grin on his face. “At least treat me to dinner first.”  

“Haaaaa,” Connor dragged out the word, his face frozen in a stiff grin. “You’re…funny.”

Mitchell took another sip of his tea, the teasing glint still in his eyes. “Not nearly as funny,” he emphasized the word, still wincing at the thought of his old robes, “as the prank you and Travis pulled yesterday.” He squinted at his nails - he could almost still see the goo - the goo that had exploded over most of the Hogwarts student body last night at dinner - clinging to the sides of his ceuticals. “Hufflepuff was hit particularly hard, I noticed.”  

“That was…an accident,” Connor’s voice was a barely concealed lie. Mitchell briefly wondered what one of them did to the pair, and if they should be expecting more.

Despite the common thought, Hufflepuffs weren’t ones for taking a fight lying down, and his housemates had been dying for some action.

Mitchell hummed, ignoring the lie, his finger coming up to his chin. “It would have been better if you managed to hit the Slytherins.” He shot a glance over to where Sebastian was leaning in close to a grinning Ravenclaw girl, briefly imagining the other boy coated in the thick, blue-green goo that had overtaken the hall only a night prior. “Would have been hilarious to see.”

Connor paused at that, his hand hovering in mid-air holding the cup close to his lips. He sighed after a moment, a motion of regret. “It was suppose to,” he admitted, “but the cannons weren’t strong enough to launch the enhanced tablets across the hall.”

Mitchell blinked, a bit surprise. “Oh, you used magic and muggle technology? That’s…actually pretty cool.”

Connor almost beamed at that, “Yeah? You think so?”

“Yeah, totally,” Mitchell smiled, and then Connor smiled, and they shared a moment then, a pleasant one in the middle of a dusty classroom, surrounded by classmates and spiderwebs and tea and an eccentric teacher. Connor had a really nice smile - straight teeth on display, deep dimples grooving into his cheeks.

Mitchell tipped back the last of his tea, not really acknowledging it as a distraction, and instead made a face at the clumped up tea grounds and sugar at the bottom. Beside him, Connor’s eyes were edging out of moon-eye level, and into total, complete adornment. Not that Mitchell noticed.

Rachel called their attention back to the front of the classroom, explaining they would take turns reading each other’s tea leaves to the class. Mitchell sighed - despite the small class size, he still hated having to present to them.

They went around the room, after briefly peeking into each other’s cups but finding no immediate, obvious images, and soon it was Mitchell’s turn, as he pulled the small cup and his textbook closer to him.

“Mitchell?” Rachel prompted, a soft, dreamy smile on her face. “Can you decipher Connor’s leaves?”

Mitchell squinted into the small pool of tea leafs at the bottom of the cup. “I think that’s a spade?” He flipped the page in his book, matching up the grainy symbol to the picture. Huh. It was nearly identical - that was good. The clearer the picture, the stronger and longer lasting of the fortune told, at least from what Rachel had lectured on the day previous.

“Good fortune,” Mitchell read off for the other boy, “Whatever you’re working on - maybe a project or something? - you’re going to have good luck with it.”

Connor made a choking sound, his hands clenched on the table.

Mitchell gave him a curious look, “Are you okay?” He blinked a few times at his textbook, “I mean, that’s good, right? The book says it’s supposed to be good fortune.”

He swallowed in the face of Mitchell’s curious, concerned look. “No, uh, I mean that’s good. That’s great.” He nodded, his gaze steady on the table in front of him.

“Okay…” Mitchell trailed off, unsure of the other boy’s strange mood. He cleared his throat, tipping his head towards the other boy. “Your turn?”

Connor fumbled with the small glass for a second, a rare color filling his cheeks at the small bit of laughter from the other students - Katie’s high bark of a laugh in particular - and peered down in the cup.

“I think…” He glanced down into the open textbook in his lap, “Maybe, uh, a circle? It kind of looks like a blob…”

Rachel, from over the boy’s shoulder, peered down in the cup. After a moment, she lit up.

“Why, that’s a heart!” Rachel grinned at him, poking him in the shoulder. “Looks like lover boy’s gonna find a sweetheart real soon.”

Mitchell grinned, rolling his eyes. “Gods know I need one,” he joked, not really understanding the color blooming on Connor’s cheeks. Was he feeling okay? Maybe he should go see Madam Pomfrey.

Rachel clapped her hands together, looking happy. “Alright, next!” She turned her attention to the next table, her grin widening just a bit. “Will, care to go first?”

The blond boy gave her a sharp, affirmative nod before glancing down to the cup cradled in his hand.

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes as he stared down in Nico’s small cup. “I think he has a…sun, maybe? So like,” He glanced down into his textbook briefly, “he’s going to find a great happiness soon.” He shot a beaming smile towards the other boy, “That’s good!”

Nico’s cheeks were filled with a bit of color - rare for the usually deathly pale boy. “Whatever, it’s all fake anyways.” He muttered, pulling Will’s cup towards him.

“What do you see?” Will grinned excitedly, leaning in so he was looking over the other boy’s shoulder. Nico didn’t pull away.

A look of concentration took over Nico’s face as he focused on the leaves. After a few moments, he sighed, “I don’t see anything.”

“Looks like a skull,” Rachel remarked, tilting the cup to the side. They both jumped at the girl’s sudden presence behind them, Nico looking a bit pissed off, Will hesitant.

Will frowned, “Isn’t that bad?”

“Not necessarily,” She reassured him, her eyes flickering towards the other boy at his table. “The symbols, while usually have general meanings, are flexible with meaning for each person. This could mean something symbolic for you, or perhaps something with a bit more physical meaning.”

“So, I basically have a lot of skulls in my future?” Will’s face took a thoughtful look, “I do want to be a doctor. Maybe something with that?”

Rachel hummed with amusement, “Maybe.”

Even from his place at a different table, Mitchell could see the heavy, shiny ring on di Angelo’s finger as the other boy fiddled with it. His skull ring.

Mitchell hid a smile in his hand. Sometimes they were so obvious, it nearly pained him.

From his side, Connor was fidgeting. He shot the other boy a curious look, moving to gather his books together. The class was nearly over, and Mitchell had to get to the other side of the castle in the short passing period.

Rachel began her dismissals - warning everyone to grab their rain jackets for tomorrow despite the perfect weather prediction - and everyone moved to leave. Mitchell quickly stuffed his satchel full and stood.  

Connor, who had been watching with slightly-wide eyes as Mitchell and his classmates packed up, stumbled to his feet just as Mitchell was beginning to turn away.

“Hogsmeade,” Connor choked out, his hand flashing out to grip the edge of Mitchell’s robes. “I - you - I mean, Hogsmeade?”

Mitchell blinked, giving the other boy a surprised look. “Oh, uh, I think there’s a trip going this weekend, if that’s what you’re asking? You might want to ask McGonagall.”

“No, I -” Connor bit his lip, his hand still fisted around a section of Mitchell’s robes. “I mean, um. Do you, uh, want to go to Hogsmeade. With me.”

Oh.

Mitchell’s eyes flittered in surprise, his mouth parting a bit.

Connor was nervous.

“Like for a….” Mitchell trailed off.

“A date. It would be, uh, a date.” Connor clarified, his voice wobbling.

“With me?” Mitchell was still a bit dumbfounded. He didn’t even know Connor liked him, and he usually pretty good with these sorts of things.

“You with, yes.” Connor was looking more nervous by the minute.

Mitchell couldn’t do anything but nod, a bit numb.

Connor’s face immediately broke into a wide, beaming grin. “That’s great! I mean, that’s really cool. Um,” In the face of the other boy’s quick excitement, Mitchell felt himself relax a bit. “Do you like, anywhere you want to go? Your pick!”

“Madam Puddifoot’s?” Mitchell teased, coming back to himself. The Stoll Brothers were infamously drawn away from the popular tea shop. Vaguely, Mitchell wondered if they were banned from the store. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Connor didn’t even blink, “Anywhere you want,” he replied breathlessly earnest. “We can walk there together? Around five?”

Mitchell had to suppress a smile at Connor’s immediate agreement. “Actually, how about the Three Broomsticks?” He nudged the other boy’s hip with his own, “A bit more comfortable?”

“Sounds amazing,” Connor breathed out, his hand finally slowly releasing Mitchell’s robe.

And…it kind of did.

Sebastian, waiting impatiently in the doorway, knocked his knuckles against the doorway, drawing their attention towards him.

He raised an eyebrow, “Coming lover boy? Or should I leave you and boytoy here and tell McGoogles you’re missing class to get some dick?”

And just….fuck Sebastian. Mitchell was going to murder him.

Mitchell gave him a dangerous stretch of lips, tilting his head slightly. “Be there in a second, Sebastian.”

His cheeks flaming, he briefly turned back to the other boy to say goodbye only to be surprised that Connor….was in nearly the same position of harsh, reddened cheeks.

“I’ll see you later,” Connor quickly got out, the words all pressed together and nearly incomprehensible.

“I’ll…see you later,” he agreed, a coy smile taking place on his face. Connor, already a bit lightheaded, nearly fainted at the sight. “See you Saturday.” 

And with that, he left. 

And with that, Connor was left standing after him, staring after him. 

And in the background, rolling her eyes, Katie Gardner shared a quick high-five with Professor Dare. 


HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM I HOPE IT WAS GOOD <3

Advice for incoming college freshmen!

Move-in days and first days of classes are fast approaching, and I know at this time last year I was absolutely freaking out. Luckily, I had a totally fantastic freshman year, and you will too. 

In my first year at school, I ended up taking on two leadership roles at my college: freshman ambassador and peer mentor. As a freshman ambassador, I hosted prospective students who were looking at coming to my school in my dorm and took them to class with me, and as a peer mentor I help out at orientation for new students and am a resource for them during the year. I LOVE both of these jobs and especially answering the questions of new students, so I thought I’d write some down to help people out!

  • Dorms
    • DON’T OVERPACK! Bring what you need, but don’t get carried away. Dorms are not very large, and you’re sharing the space with other people, so it gets cramped fast. My plan for this year is to take very little and see how much space I have, then have my parents bring out anything else I need for family weekend if I still have room.
    • BE PREPARED TO GO SHOPPING DURING MOVE-IN! My school’s freshman dorms have no air conditioning, and we moved in during the heat of August. My parents walked into the room and almost immediately went to Walmart to get me a window fan. Same went for storage–once I was in the room I saw there wasn’t as much space as I hoped (see above), so we got some wire shelves to go above and next to my desk–lifesavers. 
    • GET TO KNOW YOUR ROOMMATE(S)! Your roommate doesn’t have to be your best friend (though they can be–*waves at my freshman roommate*), but they aren’t someone you want to be constantly bickering with, or even basically-strangers with. Go to dinner with them, invite them to a school-sponsored event with you (there’ll be tons at the beginning of the year), chat in your room–don’t just ignore them!
    • KEEP YOUR DOOR OPEN! This is sort of a cliche, but it’s so important and so great. We kept our door open almost constantly for the first few weeks of school and people just said hi and wandered in! (Also, since our freshman dorms have no AC and it was incredibly hot the breeze was necessary, but that was just an added bonus.) Our entire hall was friendly by the end of the first few weeks, and even most girls from other halls on the floor knew each other.
    • RESPECT YOUR ROOMMATE! You might have to fill out a roommate contract or something similar at the beginning of the year. Take it seriously. You just met this person and you might not want to get all dramatic and serious and seem whiny or demanding, but it’s important. You don’t want to run into problems later that could be solved right now. If you want lights out at a certain time or have a problem with the window being open, you need to get it settled asap, or there will be problems.
    • GET TO KNOW YOUR RA! Your RA really wants to get to know you and have fun with you, and they are a great contact to have when you need help or advice–they’ve been at your school far longer than you, so they know the ropes. 
  • Classes
    • DO THE READING! You probably will be able to get away with not doing all the reading, but it’s always a better idea to. Especially if you’re at a school with small class sizes, you can always be put on the spot, and even if you can bs your way through it, you’re going to learn more and develop more as a person if you do the reading, even if it’s a story for your required english class that you don’t think matters to you as a bio major.
    • GO TO OFFICE HOURS! Office hours are your friend. Your professors definitely offer them, and don’t be afraid to see if you can schedule a meeting outside of them if you have class or work or other commitments during that time. Especially go if you have a paper in the class–all my professors have encouraged me to bring rough drafts to them to look over before the due date, but even if they don’t bring it up ask if you can. Not only does it make you stand out as a student who cares, you get the same notes you would’ve gotten if you turned it in as is, and you get to fix it to be EXACTLY as the professor wants it. Plus, for me, it forces me to get my paper done with time to edit it–if I schedule a meeting with my professor three days before the due date, I can’t write the whole paper the night before I have to turn it in, my usual MO.
    • MAKE FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE IN YOUR CLASSES! For one thing, it’s good to expand your friend group outside of just a few people, and making friends in all kinds of different classes ensures meeting lots of different people. Plus, you can form study groups and ask homework questions, not to mention have somebody to chat with before class and maybe head straight to lunch with after.
    • DO YOUR HOMEWORK! Basically the same as the reading bullet. Even if your teacher doesn’t check it, do the homework. It will benefit you, that’s why it’s assigned. I had a math course my first semester that had homework every class, but it wasn’t graded. Most people didn’t do it unless they were the ones presenting the solutions to the class. But the practice helped–the test questions were very similar to the homework questions, and people who did the homework did better on the tests, and therefore in the class. 
    • ASK UPPERCLASSMEN ABOUT CLASSES/PROFESSORS! Especially in a small school, they’ll have taken a lot of the same classes and professors. If you’re signing up for classes, ask for descriptions and recommendations of professors–but take them with a grain of salt, as people have different learning styles. For classes you’re currently in, ask for tips about doing well.
  • Food
    • LEARN ABOUT YOUR MEAL PLAN! Our meal plan has several options–three meals every day, just breakfast and dinner every day, just dinner every day, or just dinner five days a week, plus an amount of money that can be spent on food whose amount varies based on how many meals you choose. Freshmen at my school are assigned to three meals a day automatically, and after the first semester can choose which they prefer. I paid attention to how much I ate and found that the most practical thing for me was to have meals every night on the plan, and just use the money to buy breakfast and lunch, since the meals for those were larger than I needed. Pay attention to what you eat, and find the most practical option for you.
    • KEEP FOOD IN YOUR ROOM! Seriously. You will want it. It will be ten pm and the dining hall will be closed and you will be studying or watching a movie or scrolling tumblr and you will be hungry. Have chips or cookies or something ready. If you don’t, you will be unhappy. I have learned from experience. Also, it will make you friends. Seriously. Offer college kids candy or cookies and they will love you forever.
  • Extracurriculars 
    • JOIN A BUNCH OF CLUBS/TEAMS/WHATEVER! Seriously, find something you’re into and join it. Make your roommate join with you, ask a friend from psych to check it out with you, go by yourself–it doesn’t matter. Get involved! I understand that studies show that people who don’t get involved with these things often end up leaving school for good, or at least not having as rewarding an experience. 
    • DON’T GO HOME TOO OFTEN! For the same reason. You should definitely visit home if you can, particularly on breaks, but going home to often or too soon after school starts can ruin your college experience–students who go home on the first weekend are surprisingly likely to never return to college. The best way to beat the homesickness is to distract yourself with activities and new people until you settle in.
    • CALL HOME PLENTY! With that said, don’t lose contact with your family and friends from before. Your parents miss you as much as you miss them or more, and it’s easy to get distracted and forget that. I wish I had called home more my first year, and that’s one of the things I’m most determined to improve this year. 

Okay, this is about a thousand times longer than I meant it to be, but I hope it helps! Feel free to add more advice or ask me questions about specific or general things–I love talking about this stuff. 

Good luck, and have fun!

Some Arcadia Oaks headcanons, for worldbuilding purposes. 

  • Is is a Small Town. It’s practically The Small Town. It has a small highschool, with small class sizes. Maybe 500 kids total. Great teachers though, everyone always remarks on that. 
  • It has lots of small local businesses, buoyed by the spending power of a lot of moderately rich people who decided that such an idyllic little place- edged by parks and forests to limit expansion in the immediate vicinity, lots of medium sized houses, great school- was the perfect spot to raise their kids. This means most of Arcadia Oaks is split into Actual Locals who work in town keeping things running, and Out Of Town business people, looking for somewhere down to earth to raise a family. 
  • The divide is a grey one- Jim, for example, isn’t really either- but it still kicks up the occasional conflict. Steve is definitely a Rich Kid, and despite appearances, so is Eli. Mary and Darcy are both from fairly affluent families who moved to Arcadia Oaks when they were young. Claire and Toby are local kids, but Claire’s family is important enough that she doesn’t count. 
  • They’ve been getting a lot less people moving in recently though, which means the school is smaller than ever and there are a lot of retirees around. It makes things quiet. 
  • (The whispers around town are that people with kids don’t move in anymore for a reason, but those whispers are kept hushed for a reason. Rumours are a terrible thing to start.)

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anonymous asked:

“i had a one night stand the night before i started a college class and WHOOPS I ACCIDENTALLY BANGED THE PROFESSOR” au Darling x Alina

Alina’s head hurts.

To be fair, this is not an unusual occurrence - her life has a tendency to be one headache right after the other sometimes. But this is a definite hot-needle-in-the-temple, steel-claws-digging-into-brain pounder of a brain ache, and the back of her throat tastes suspiciously like tequila and bad decisions.

The worst part isn’t even the hangover. The hangover would be bearable if it had perhaps come with a few blurring of the details of last night. Alina isn’t typically in favour of alcohol-induced memory loss, but then, she isn’t typically in favour of one night stands either.

No, the worst part is that she hadn’t even been that drunk. A couple of shots to take the edge off, to blunt the anxiety that always gripped her chest when her friends decided clubs and dancing and being around other people was a good time. But the weight of her decisions rests firmly on her own shoulders and–

And she doesn’t even feel that bad about it. Other than the headache and the 8am class, and the 8am class was always going to be a nightmare. Alina finds herself contending with the fact that she is, apparently, the kind of person that’s totally fine with having a one night stand, when she’d always sort of assumed she was the ‘settle down and be boring if you even get that lucky’ type.

It occurs to her, as she stares blearily at the OneNote page open on her laptop, that she might have needed a shot of self confidence.

It occurs to her that the very attractive man who had somehow seduced her with physics last night might have been the one wielding the needle. Images that are only tangentially related to science flicker through her mind, and it’s just her luck that there’s a bright red blush crawling up her cheeks when the professor walks into the class, clad in a black suit so sharply tailored you could cut yourself on the edges.

His dark hair is tied back in a loose knot at the back of his head. Inappropriately, Alina’s brain runs away with the memory of dragging her fingers through loose strands of a very similar shade. Pull yourself together, she grumbles at herself. She’d worked hard to be put in this class, whose small size reflects the exclusivity. Professor Morozova is notoriously hard on his students, and his students are notoriously brilliant.

Alina doesn’t often feel brilliant, but the notification of her acceptance into his class had been one of those moments. She tries to focus on that feeling, and not any other feelings the similarities between this professor and her little adventure tonight might be arousing.

Arousing is a really bad word to be using in the context of the issues she’s experiencing right n - oh fuck, it’s him.

Pale grey eyes sweep the room and land on her. His expression remains impassive, but there’s something about the way his gaze lingers on her that screams he knew, he knew, that bastard. She’d asked him what his name was last night because, again, not that tequila’d, and had gotten Alexander in response.

She hears the ks in the name now, unable to look away from him.. Aleksander Morozova, tenured professor in her chosen field of study, and why the crap had she never paid attention to the author photo at the end of every book she’d ever read by him???

Oh god, I trashed his latest theory to his face. Oh god, why me.

She’s so caught up in the sheer magnitude and horror of what is happening to her right now that she almost misses it. Almost. But she’d had the opportunity to become intimately acquainted with his mouth last night, and she just barely catches the way it quirks up at the corner, the faintest smirk that somehow makes her furious and sort of turned on at the same time. He knows. He knows, and he’s laughing at her.

Her own lips move before she can stop herself, which is sort of how she got herself into this situation.

You dick, she mouths, before he lowers his gaze to the roll with a sweep of those ridiculously long lashes.

“My name,” he says, “is Aleksander Morozova. I am here to teach you, not to befriend you. You will refer to me as Professor Morozova, or sir.”

You dick, she mouths again, even as a shiver works through her, even as that memory reel loops again and jesus christ, she is so boned.

My Diagnosis

Something that I’ve been keeping in to myself is what it’s been like for me going to Pharmacy school.


It’s been the love of my life, but the pressure and stress has a unique way of eating away at me.

In undergrad. The only true pressure I ever felt was with finals. I always had a team and a coach to support me, as well as a small class size where I got individualized help.

Moving into a program with 150 people has been quite the shock to my system. I struggled with my grades, as well as eating, and doing normal things to de-stress…

It got to the point where my advisor who barely sees me and a professor who teaches 150 people to recognize my weight loss and declining mental health. I was recommended to my schools psychologist where I have weekly meeting with her to talk about my problems.

My new battle with dermatillomania.

My parents always thought I’d just pick at scabs and acne as a bad habit.

I thought so too.

But as I got older it got obsessive.

Where I had to hide my tweezers from myself to not pick at every imperfection to make me feel at ease, to only make me regretful as soon as I see what I’ve done.

If I’m anxious I’ll pick at birthmarks and any scar I have. I never realize it until I’m bleeding.

I’ve had a guy in my class ask me where my scars came from.

I like and said cross country.

He told me that was a lie and I laughed and walked away.

It’s embarrassing to have a self destructive form of OCD.

How do I explain how I see an imperfection and I obsess over it, and it just makes it worse.

I know I need to fix this mentality but at the same time it makes me feel better that I’m afraid of letting it go.

I love school. I love everything about where I live.

I just need to kick out my new Demons

I always thought I wasn’t intelligent until I discovered that if I lived in England, my GPA would be a 4.0. And then I realized that America’s grading scale is extremely ridiculous and it’s designed so that people with learning disabilities will fail (whether on purpose or not). And suddenly it makes sense. Classes don’t cater to people with dyslexia, ADHD, and other disorders- they just throw you in with the neurotypical students and hope something not horrible happens. You are smarter than America thinks you are, don’t forget it. :( 

Maybe that’s what I’ll do… make a private school that caters to students. Small class sizes, curriculum supporting kids who need a different type of assistance. And I want to grade stuff like they do it in England- a way that seems so much more realistic and fair. It would be hard but worth it. 

rva98014  asked:

Regarding bunny cops, besides societal prejudice, consider some very real logistics. A rabbit in Zootopia is in the small size class, and given the species we see, it seems that easily 50-60% of the residents will be much larger than her. As such Judy is in danger of being critically or mortally wounded by just having a perpetrator step on her, fall on her, or backhand her. Even a non-confrontational encounter like trying to help a drunk hippo get off the street could be fatal for her.

yeah, my sister once made a similar point. but that’s a dangerous thread to pull on. question the foundations like that and the whole beautiful structure collapses.

anonymous asked:

hey this is off topic for your blog but can I ask some tips for picking certain colleges ? like how do you know if you wanted to go to a big or small school, how far away from home, etc ?

I went to a small private university smack dab in the middle of my home town because I love where I’m from and wanted to stay here.

I like smaller schools because of the small class size and the availability of professors to students. As for staying home or going away, I think that depends on your relationship with your family and your home town and whether or not you feel like you want to experience some place totally new. I would apply to schools both close to home and far from home (or basically just apply where you like and don’t worry abt geography) and then go visit them!

Visiting is really important when you don’t know where you want to go and what places you’ll feel comfortable.

Why do people keep saying there’s only, like, six professions in the wizarding world? Where is it implied that the job market is so small?

Like, first we have the ministry. And you can’t count “ministry job” as one job. The Ministry of Magic is HUGE. Hundreds of different departments with thousands upon thousands of possible jobs. Some require desk work. Some field work. With some, you get to travel. Some require experimentation and research (just think about the Department of Mysteries alone. That’s pretty much the wizard’s version of scientific research). There are so many different job opportunities there that require such a wide range of skills. And it’s not like the ministry is just this stuffy office building. It’s more like a tiny city within itself.

Then there’s St. Mungo’s, if you have a knack for healing and caring for others. And there’s a need for a wide range of specialties and skills there, too. All those different magical and mundane maladies that need healing. And you can’t tell me they’re not doing their own magical medical research, too. (After all, someone had to create that potion that Lupin took to keep him under control, and you can’t tell me there isn’t someone working tirelessly towards a cure.)

Then we’ve got places like Diagon Alley. Wizard shopping hubs. Now please, don’t lump “shopkeeper” under one job. Do you think Ollivander does nothing but sell wands all day? Don’t you think it takes great skill, time, and knowledge to make each and every wand? Each one is hand-made, crafted to perfection. And I get the feeling he doesn’t just have young witches and wizards wave random wands to see what works. There seems to be a science to choosing the possible right wand for a person.
And this goes for every shop. We watched Fred and George create and test every product they sold. I’m sure those who work in Quidditch supply ships must have extensive Quidditch and flying knowledge. Those who work in potion supply shops need extensive knowledge and skill with a variety of brews. Even those who work in the seemingly most magically mundane professions use their magical skills daily. I bet many of those wizarding delicacies we read about take a few spells to prepare. And we don’t know how many witches and wizards work behind the scenes to keep those shops stocked and running.

We know Bill works for Gringotts, too. How many wizarding bank jobs are there we don’t know of?

Let’s not forget the Daily Prophet. It may seem like reporting in and producing a newspaper is a pretty magically mundane task, but think of the opportunities being a wizarding reporter could get you. You get to go on scene, meet amazing witches and wizards, see astounding things (like reporting on the Triwizard Tournament and intervening Harry Potter. I wonder how many fellow reporters hated Rita Skeeter for getting that assignment.) And the Daily Prophet is not the only publication to report for. (Quibbler, now hiring.)

Of course you can be a teacher as well, we don’t want to forget that. I always got the feeling, after the war, Hogwarts would need a lot more teachers. There’s this theory about all the empty classrooms and small class sizes. That Hogwarts was meant for a larger number of students. That maybe, after the war, as the wizarding population recovered from it’s attempted “purification”, there would be a baby boom and Hogwarts would see a far greater number of students again. More students, more teachers. Maybe more advanced classes, special lectures, a greater variety of clubs. Instead of one teacher for a subject, there would be departments. Think of it, Professor Longbottom, Head of the Herbology Department with a few professors working under him. Probably former students who he supported.

Can’t forget professional Quidditch player. I have to wonder… Are there other wizarding sports? If so, the job market just widened even farther…

And beyond all that… Who knows what else? We know there’s magical researchers and explorers, like Newt Scamander, who travel far and wide researching their specialties and writing on them to educate and inform the rest of the wizarding world. I’m sure there are others, too, making a living off their findings through magical research. There are magical historians collecting memories for their pensieves as they try to keep those History of Magic textbooks updated. We know of Charlie and his dragons, but all it takes it one read through Fantastic Beasts to know that the care and concealment of magical creatures must be an extensive and important field to work in.

And I’m sure I could go on, listing possible wizarding employment opportunities, but I think I’ve made my point. There are far more than a few jobs available to Hogwarts graduates.

getting physical (GoGo/Tadashi)

Title: getting physical
Summary: According to Einstein, “gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.”  Not even two physics teachers. / GoGo&Tadashi, teacher!AU, oneshot.
A/N: *sobs* how did I write 4000+ words about this scenario? NO ONE KNOWS. for meochis, who requested this way, way back.

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Scenario: team-teaching!AU


San Fransokyo Preparatory School is known for three things: its beautiful campus, its small class sizes, and its science program.

Thus every fall, Leiko Tanaka (“GoGo,” to her friends and colleagues) makes the trip up the tidy white steps and through the shiny glass doors to her classroom, where her eighteen students for the coming year wait. Already, they have made themselves at home, voices tumbling over each other as they talk about their summers. In the corner, two boys have turned their desks around so they can play a game of finger soccer, flicking a tiny ball of paper between themselves, while the girl beside them has started organizing the contents of her pencil pouch.

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Daddy 5SOS Preference: Teased

Can you do one in the Daddy-verse where the kids are teased because their dads are in 5sos? 

A/N: Enjoy! I love you all and thank you for all your support!

Kayla

Kayla was one of, if not the, biggest 5 Seconds of Summer fan. She had been since the day she was born, Luke was sure. And she took every chance possible to tell it, too. Since she attended the same small charter school all the 5SOS children did, there was a small class size and everyone knew each other. So everyone just kind of knew that Kayla idolized her dad and that she was proud of him.

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