small class sizes

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

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.

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. 

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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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!

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!

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.

The Great Campaign

As should probably be unsurprising, I’ve never liked school that much. So, in high school, whenever a school-sanctioned opportunity arose, I’d leave the Concentration Campus.

One day, a teacher came to my class during a free period and said that he needed members of the student council for something. At this time, my friend Alex and I were on the council. Both of our positions were completely pointless. I mean, it was worse than the Russian Duma between 1905 and 1917, and that much pointlessness takes skill. Let me briefly digress to explain how we got them:

One day, the faculty decided it would be nice if there were a Student Council so they could get points for Representing The People. To this end, they selected two students from the fifth form (final year) as the candidates for President of the Student Council and announced in the assembly (kind of like homeroom) at the beginning of the day that everyone would be expected to vote for one of them.

During the day they went to each class to collect votes for the Student Council President while also asking each class to nominate and vote for a Class President. When they reached my class, they asked for someone to volunteer to run for CP. I put up my hand but no one else did. The teacher shrugged and said “Alison is your new Class President. See ya later.”

After all the votes came in and were considered by the staff, they declared the winner of the Student Council’s Presidential election to be… My friend Alex in form 3 who was never on the ballot. Because logic.

Anyway, I was pretty surprised they actually wanted us for something. It was almost as if we were important! So, Alex and I followed the teacher to the staff-room where we were briefed on the Super Special Mission of Specialness. Basically, we needed to send a few representatives to a conference the Ministry of Education was holding where they were going to lecture us on Leadership and Responsibility and Dying For Your Führer or some shit. So, slightly less boring than normal school. I was in.

That is, until a girl we thought was sick turned out to be not-sick and actually in school. She was the Secretary and the other people present were the Treasurer, the School President, and a Class President. At this point the teacher decided to mention that he was only allowed to bring three people: the President, Treasurer, and Secretary; with alternates only being accepted when the others were unavailable. Crap.

So, I turned to him, steadied myself, and cranked the charm up to eleven. I made some argument about being a full member of the council too and needing to learn about The Glorious Führer or something like that. I don’t recall because I was too busy thinking don’t send me back don’t send me back please don’t send me back while radiating deadly amounts of Charisma. Evidently, the C-Rays must have fried his brain because he finally relented and let me come with them.

[Comedic travel montage in which we manage to get lost in a town of 6000 people while looking for a well-known landmark, but I forget the details.]

When we arrived at the place, I noticed the Fatal Flaw to my plan. Since we were late due to errors of shipping & handling, everyone else was already there. In my country, all the secondary schools have uniforms, so I could see that everyone was in clusters of three students per school. We very obviously had four. I didn’t know who or where or why or how but someone was going to ask Questions and then I was going to Die.

Luckily, due to some combination of bystander apathy and me rolling into an exceptionally uninteresting ball, the wolves passed without harming me. I was able to sit there and listen to the speech about the Führer…

…Wait, you thought I was kidding, didn’t you? No, no. I never kid. This is what the lecturer said:

“So, how many of you would describe Adolf Hitler as a good leader?” He looked over the crowd and decided to pick on the most uninteresting ball he could find.

“You, at the back!” He called, pointing at me.

“Uh,” I began eloquently. “I would say that the question has multiple interpretations with different answers. He was certainly good at leading, but if the job of a leader is to steer you in the right direction, then no, he wasn’t.”

“Brilliantly stated!” He lied. “Well done! What about the boy next to you with his hand up?”

I turned to look at Alex, who proudly declared “I think Hitler was a great leader! Sure, Germany may have had its ups and downs, but Hitler did nothing wrong! In fact, he should have done more!” Alex turned and looked me in the eye. “If Hitler had been more successful, I might have fewer classmates today. Y’know what they say about small class sizes, right?”

I couldn’t take it. I laughed first, losing the game to him.

The lecturer on the stage before us was watching Alex with an expression that my (occasionally buggy) Facial Expression Recognition Software (GPLv3) flagged as a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and indigestion. I wondered what he’d eaten.

“So, uh, that’s, ah, one way of looking at it.” He said, sounding like he’d just seen a perfectly ordinary witch transform into a cat.

He then went on to explain why Hitler was a bad leader because being a good leader requires following Jesus and leading behind his leadership; which definitely doesn’t include doing bad things to Jews, but maybe to Muslims on alternating Tuesdays. I wasn’t really paying close attention.

However, he soon started describing an election – and this I did pay attention to. He told us that the Ministry of Education had decided that there was going to be a National Student Council to represent all the students in the country. Hooray! I thought. Another Duma!

He told us there would be such New and Exciting positions as President, Vice President, Secretary, Treasurer, Executioner, Head of The Inquisition, and Ass Kisser++ With Extra Lipstick. OK, I may not have been paying very close attention here either. In my defence, the conversation with Alex was far more interesting.

“You should run for Treasurer!” Alex told me excitedly.

“Did you completely forget the part about me being smuggled goods?” I asked incredulously. “I’m lucky they haven’t tossed me in the harbour yet!”

“Details.” Alex said, waving the problem away. “Come on! No one could be more qualified!”

“I suck at accounts.” I understated.

“That isn’t what makes you a good treasurer. This,” he pointed to my nose, “is what makes you a good treasurer.”

“You can’t literally sniff out corruption,” I informed him. “You do know that, right?”

“No, you idiot!” He shook his head. “You’re a Jew! You have powers mere mortals have only dreamed of!”

“Pass.” I replied. “I like not being in the harbour.”

“Come on!” He complained. “You can’t pass up your destiny! You were born to guard a massive pile of gold and roar at the foolish adventurers who come to slay you.”

“Firstly,” I began patiently. “I think you may have confused Jews and dragons. Secondly, even if being Jewish were a sane reason for taking a job, there’s no reason I couldn’t be the President or the Secretary.”

“Your handwriting is shit, and Jews can’t be president.” Alex informed me, sounding like he’d settled the matter.

“What?” I asked. “That’s not true! Look at Benjamin Disraeli.”

“Prime Ministers aren’t Presidents!” Alex announced gleefully. “You lose a turn!”

He turned back to the stage, satisfied with his victory.

The lecturer was now instructing all those who wished to run for a position to put up their hand so he could call on them to introduce themselves and announce which position they were running for. I decided to throw caution to the wind and put up my hand. They hadn’t found me yet and if I was going out, then I was going out in style. I’d decided that running for President wouldn’t be a good idea since that’d be the position with the greatest competition and, as anyone with hereditary business savvy knows, the best way to succeed is to use politics to avoid competition. Likewise, I wouldn’t run for Vice President because I didn’t want to have to assassinate the other guy. I’d promised my mother not to be that evil before my eighteenth birthday.

The lecturer was apparently calling on people in a systematic order. I was somewhat surprised to see this much organisation from someone who worked for the government and wondered how long it would take him to get fired. When he finally reached my side of the amphitheatre, his face changed from disinterest to trepidation. He pointed to Alex the way a sentry might point to the barbarians approaching the city walls as they chanted “doom doom doom, doom doom-doom doom doom-doom…

Alex stood, introduced himself, and announced his candidacy for president. He flashed the room a dazzling smile which, statistically speaking, must have made at least three girls faint. Impressive, I thought. A dumb choice of position; but still impressive. It is a common misconception that presidents are the most important people in an organisation. Not so. The most important person is the one holding the president’s balls – which happen to be permanent residents of the organisational purse.

Next it was me. I too introduced myself, and announced that I’d be running for treasurer. I decided not to attempt the smile since it was clearly an Advanced Technique and Alex was still the acknowledged master in the Art of Charisma. I decided to bide my time…

…For 3 seconds. The moment I sat, Alex turned to me and said, “Good job! I’ll vote for you.” I then turned to the person on the other side of me and offered my outstretched hand. “Vote for me.” I said with a smile that was slightly less catastrophic-systems-failure-inducing than Alex’s, but still quite potent at close range. Clearly my attack roll was a Critical because the guy shook my hand and said “Of course, dude.” Success! Oh, the poor bastard.

I repeated the routine with all the people near me. I only rolled a one once. That time, my target looked at me with a little scepticism and asked “why should I?”

Shit. I’d forgotten that, once in a while, someone votes for a politician for a reason instead of just failing a Will save. I wracked my brain, immediately rejecting Alex’s justification of Jews and dragons.

“I’m studying accounting,” the idiot that was in control of my vocal cords said. All systems were flashing ‘abort mission!’ and ‘you stupid piece of…’ and similarly justified alerts. I cranked my pokerface up to the max and waited for him to inevitably ask me what my grades were in accounting.

Then, a miracle I dared not hope for: a twenty.

“OK,” He said, fooled into accepting my stupendous bluff. “What’s 73 times 9?”

“657,” I answered, almost automatically. The boy nodded, apparently satisfied.

“You’ve got my vote,” he said. All systems were now flashing ‘hooray!’ and ‘you’re still a stupid piece of…’

By this time it was lunch, so we retired to the courtyard after giving the lecturer our names so he could make ballots. I made sure to work the crowd, pulling my handshake routine on each of them. This time I had to turn the charisma past eleven. I set it to ALL, making sure to have each of them feel special and loved – like they mattered – before moving on to the next one and leaving them with the metaphorical baby. I never stuck around to find out how the guys handled their metaphorical pregnancies, but I heard from second-hand sources that it wasn’t pretty.

Unfortunately, a few wanted to be married before they’d agree. This is a deep and complex political concept which can only properly be encapsulated by, “I’ll vote for you if you vote for me.” Most of them literally said that.

Of course, I couldn’t simply say “sure”! I was an individual of class, dignity, refinement, and racist humour. As such, I questioned them. I asked them what they’d do if they were president and smiled at them when they answered; as if they’d told me just what I needed to hear. I asked them about world politics, and congratulated them on their shrewdness when they located Australia in Europe. I asked them what they thought of a quote by a famous person, and praised their intelligence when they told me it was, like, soooo deep. In the end, I assured them that they, without a doubt, were the most qualified person for the job. They had my vote.

I told sixteen people this. I have never claimed to be a good person.

Eventually, I was finished and went to get my lunch. I brought it over to the table Alex had already commandeered. There were also two girls from schools I didn’t recognise sitting at this table on the opposite side from Alex. I sat next to my friend and began telling him of my exploits without any details of how exploitative it was. After all, there were potential voters right there. Alex, on the other hand, informed me that he was doing no campaigning, and that I shouldn’t vote for him because he’d just been joking.

After I’d finished describing the way I’d secured promises from everyone – including the two girls sitting across from us before they’d arrived here – one of the girls turned to me and commented on how successful I seemed to be. We stared into each other’s eyes for what I realise, in retrospect, was longer than Standard Eye-Contact Time. I didn’t know because I’ve never read the manual. We engaged in some witty banter which I no longer recall. What I do know now, though only in retrospect, was that this was me flirting – for the first time. I was not set on fire even once throughout the whole experience, so I count it as an unqualified success.

After lunch, we all returned to the amphitheatre for the actual voting process. The lecturer handed each of us seven printed ballots – one for each available position – with a list of all the candidates for that position, with check-boxes next to their names. Very well done. This guy’s days were numbered.

After we’d all filled out our ballots, another ministry official went around and collected them in a box. She then brought it back to the lecturer so the votes could be tallied and entered into a laptop. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, he began to speak.

“And the President of the National Student Council is,” he said, and a name was displayed on the wall behind him with the number of votes received next to it. Below that name were the names of the runners-up with their vote numbers. Alex had gotten three votes – most likely the fainters. The person who had been selected walked down the steps and approached the stage. There were a few scattered claps. The lecturer repeated the process for every position, with each winner getting a plurality of the votes and a couple claps here and there. Treasurer was the last.

“And the Treasurer of the National Student Council is…” Click. The scene on the wall changed and the name displayed at the top of the list was mine. Next to it: 54 out of 73 votes. The crowd went wild. The applause was loud and excited. I stood and swept a bow to one side, increasing the volume. I bowed to the other side and the roar became deafening. I proceeded to approach the stage. Halfway down, Alex started chanting “Alison! Alison! Alison!” The rest of the crowd adopted the cry as well. “Alison! Alison! Alison!”

When I finally arrived on stage I turned back to the audience, flashed a smile that undoubtedly caused four people to faint, and gave one last bow before sitting in a chair which had been provided. The lecturer had to order everyone to quiet down, calm down, and sit down. Of course, there was no ‘down’ for me. I was on top of the world.

Why Fit Is Important

A lot of people are on the search to attend the, “Best School Possible.”

But honestly, college is a lot more than the name of the school on your degree.

The first year of college is a rough adjustment because you’re in a strange place where you need to adjust to a bunch of new people, make a new social life from scratch, get used to a new type of class schedule, and rise to a new level work expectations.
It won’t be easy, it’s not easy for anyone.

But you can make it easier on yourself by choosing a school where you know you’ll feel comfortable.

Choosing a school where the you fit in with personality of the student body will make the social life easier. You’ll find people you have things in common with easier if a bigger part of the school is similar to you. In college, for the most part, you make friends by joining things. So go somewhere that you can find things to join.

The school work expectations are also very different. If you learn through discussion pick a school with small class sizes. If you’re shy and never want to be graded on class participation again, you’ll want to gravitate towards lectures. If you want to do research and have a relationship with professors and not PhD students pick a smaller school.

Keep an eye out for cooperation vs. competition. If you thrive on being, “the best” and piling on the pressure seek that out in a school. If you’d rather work more cooperatively and would rather learn together than be “the best” look for a school that emphasizes that.

It’s not to say that this should be the only factor in choosing a school. But this is the first and last time in your life where you’ll really get to choose where to place yourself. So take advantage of that and place yourself somewhere you can thrive.

The E-mail Relationship

In high school, with small class sizes and the same classes every day for an entire academic year, it was incredibly easy to maintain a relationship with my teachers. In college, classes are bigger, meet less frequently, and only last for a semester. It is MUCH harder to develop a relationship with professors, especially with a full course load and packed schedule. Office hours are a wonderful opportunity to meet your professors and get questions answered, but my schedule often makes it impossible for me to attend them. However, I have developed healthy working relationships with my professors with “The E-mail Relationship.”

The E-mail Relationship is perfect for the busy student who doesn’t have time to meet with a professor on a regular basis but still wishes to show interest in the class or ask questions outside of the classroom. Here are some important “dos” and “don’ts” of The E-mail Relationship.

  • DO e-mail your professor with any questions or concerns you have about the course.
  • DON’T send your professor kiss-up e-mails that will just clog up their inbox.
  • DO e-mail your professor as far in advance as possible to notify them of any absences or tardiness (preferably for excused absences and stating that official documentation will be forthcoming).
  • DON’T e-mail your professor during class or on the morning of an exam and expect to be excused (barring extreme circumstances, of course; regardless, though, a succinct, honest e-mail explaining why you were late/absent and apologizing even when the absence/tardiness is unexcused shows maturity and responsibility).
  • DO use e-mail as a straightforward, efficient way to reach your professors.
  • DON’T make your e-mails several pages long with unnecessary information.
  • DO use proper grammar and formal writing in your e-mails to a professor. Your address and writing style should be professional. (Let your professor initiate/invite friendly e-mails. Always start formally and adjust as you see fit. Better to be overly polite and formal than to offend someone who controls your grade. Plus, being respectful never hurt anyone.)
  • DON’T send an e-mail to your professor without proofreading it for basic spelling/grammar errors.
  • DO sign your full name and include your class and section somewhere in your e-mail.
  • DON’T make your professor guess who you are and to which class you belong.

I have had great success with The E-mail Relationship. It has allowed me to reach my professors on my own time and for my professors to get back to me on theirs. An e-mail can usually be sent and/or answered quickly, which saves time for both you and your professor, especially if you only had a quick question. There are advantages and disadvantages to The E-mail Relationship, though.

PROS:

  • Efficiency.
  • Getting your name out there.
  • Honing your professional e-mail skills.
  • Showing your professor that you care about the course.

CONS:

  • Does NOT replace going to class. (I debated putting this on here because it’s common sense, but you need to go to class. It doesn’t matter how often you e-mail the professor if you’re constantly missing class and consequently failing the course. The E-mail Relationship is a course supplement. Make good choices.)
  • Does not allow your professor to put a face to a name.
  • May be insufficient for answering certain questions. For instance, if you miss a week of class and need help mastering the content that you missed, it’s probably best to schedule a meeting with your professor. If office hours don’t work with your schedule, most professors are more than willing to meet with you at another time. Just e-mail them!

Regardless of how you reach out to your professor, reaching out at all shows an interest in the course and in doing well, which goes a long way with professors. Don’t be afraid to reach out to them if you are struggling. Most of the ones that I have encountered are incredibly kind and understanding, and they are especially willing to help you if they know you care about their class. E-mailing them gets them to recognize and remember your name, which is a big deal. I had a really strict professor give me a two-day extension on some homework problems when I was dealing with personal issues, simply because I asked. He gave it to me without question, except to ask if I was all right; our pre-established E-mail Relationship probably helped me secure that extension, since this was not the first time he heard from me. Remember, professors are people, too! Don’t be afraid of them, and remember, e-mail is your friend.

Let me know if The E-mail Relationship works for you!

Molly

How to get into the best school possible

1. Be a student who puts in effort towards your schoolwork and outside activities, striving to find the things that make you curious and passionate, and giving school the appropriate weight amongst all of the other things in your life.

2. Decide How You Define “Best” by exploring what is most important to you in you education. Pay special attention to things like what kinds of environment you tend to like academically and socially. Try to go a step further and recognize why some things are important (is it personally important to you to have small class size, or is it just something you’ve heard you should want).

3. Take stock of your academic credentials and then find schools that match your package academically. Know that extracurriculars are great and important and a vital part of your application, but that they won’t work miracles if your numbers aren’t in range.

4. Talk to your parents about finances before you start applying. Know what your full picture looks like, if there is any money saved, if you qualify for financial aid, if your parents will co-sign a loan, if your planned future career will make taking loans out a good or bad investment. Be realistic before you get your hopes up for a school you just can’t afford because “best” is also absolutely about best price.

5. Put a great deal of effort in on your applications and start early. Work on your essays, put thought into your supplements, give your teachers months to get your recommendations together. Spend time cleaning your resume to make the best possible use of the space the commonapp gives you. Try to be submitted a month in advance to give yourself enough time to fix any problems that might come up.

6. Wait. Distract yourself. Apply for scholarships (even small ones! they add up!) in the meantime.

7. Consider your options. Its more than likely if you picked good realistic schools that you’ll get a few to choose between. Compare financial aid packages, take the time to call the offices and do the “Your rival gave me 5K more a year, but I really like you better but that’s a lot of money” game. Visit the schools and go to admitted students day. Talk to people. Get a real feel for the schools that you might be attending.

8. Pick the school that your heart wants. You might be leaning towards one school or another when it comes time to pick, so listen to your heart. You often really want one school, but just don’t want to discredit the other options too early. Listen to your heart (but give your wallet a megaphone!)

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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how to go from 11 yr old boy to teenage girl in 10 mins or less: a book series by me w/ 3 movie adaptions and a tv spinoff

I have a little bit of news...

Remember way back in February, when my students thought I was gone for the afternoon because I was pregnant? Well, I’m still NOT pregnant. Instead during that time I was going through the process of looking for a new job.

You see, it’s not that I don’t like the school or my students. In fact I love my class! They are a handful, but they are also a ton of fun. I’ve enjoyed working in private schools for the past four years. I feel I have the opportunity to really get to know my students and bond with them. I have really small class sizes, I see them constantly after they move on to the next grade, I see them in church, and I go on amazing trips with my classes…but something these past two years just hasn’t felt right. I’m not going to go into the details, but it’s gotten to the point where I’ve been questioning whether or not I really want to be a teacher anymore. If I’m not able to feel like myself and be the best teacher that I can be, then I need to make a school change because not teaching is out of the question. So for both personal and professional reasons, I am moving on.

I am lucky to live in one of the top school districts in the state. I am also lucky that this year was the first year in twenty that they had a job fair for their “big” hiring for this upcoming school year. After several rounds of interviews, and out of over 400 candidates, I was one of 22 to be offered a contract before placement (meaning the district hired me knowing they wanted me to work for them, but before individual schools even posted their openings…if that makes sense).

This pen from the superintendent of the school district makes it all official… Though I’m REALLY sad to say I’ll no longer be teaching those crazy junior high kids, I am excited to say that I have been placed at a new school where I’ll be teaching 4th grade this upcoming school year!

Yay for new adventures and the opportunity to continue to learn and grow into the best teacher I can be!

Learn to teach Earth and space science in New York City through the Master of Arts in Teaching Urban Residency Program at the American Museum of Natural History; the first urban teacher residency program offered by a museum.

  • Full-time 15 month program with stipend
  • Small class sizes and one-on-one mentoring
  • Science coursework at a world-class museum
  • Learn to teach in a supportive nurturing environment
  • Work alongside scientists and urban teachers
  • Graduate with real-world teaching experience
  • Ongoing professional support following graduation

Share your passion for science and learning. Learn more on our website, or during a webinar on Wednesday, January 14.

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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Hello class!

My name is Richard Smith, you may call me Mr. Smith, and I’ll be your English teacher for the year. Umm… small class size. There’s only 11 of you?