the kid in my english class next to me

New Kid (M)

Originally posted by mn-yg

PART 1 of 2

╳ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

╳ Genre: some angst, future smut

╳ Summary: What happens when the new kid in your class happens to be from a famous group?

(let me know if I should continue this! also, I’m literally a Namjoon blog and I have yet to write anything about him like who am I ???)


New kid. New kid. New kid. That’s all you’ve heard all day. You can’t walk down the hall for 5 seconds before someone brings it up. It’s starting to get on your nerves.  You push my phone in your back pocket and turn around to see your best friend Rylee standing there.

“Hey, have you heard about the new kid? They said he’s supposed to be coming later today.”

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anonymous asked:

I just had a long term sub (for like the first semester) because my teacher had to move back to Africa. The sub taught us the same exact lesson for months, gave us tests for another class, didn't have a firm grasp on English or French (the language we were learning), and my personal favorite thing: didn't bother to learn the kid next to me's name and called him Pablo for four months

Tell Pablo we said Hi

High school is absurd.

Listen y’all. I recently saw a post about things that happened at some other persons high school. I will say it was weird, but my high school takes the crazy cake I think. Let me give you a quick run down on some different goings on.

1. Classes just had no curriculum so teachers made up assignments.

2. Because of that in my forensics class I got hundreds on assignments like watch CSI or catch a fly

3. Same forensics class, just also we watched a pig decompose for six weeks.

4. I once spent an entire class period tied to the desk on the floor trying to escape. No one helped me. The teacher did not look up from her desk. I have video evidence of this once so please hmu.

5. A friend once turned in a paper that just had the word llama written on it 100 times and she got a 100 on that paper.

6. One of the english teachers turned out to be a porn star one year

7. I took a Spanish class where surprise the teacher only spoke english.

8. In some digital media class the kid next to me just made an animation of Obama riding in a car while a pig did cartwheels in the sky. He too got a good grade.

9. In that class we all just played games and my entire row would have competitions. Not like normal games though. Our big game was a game where you had put all the states on the map in the correct place. We did it so much I got to where I could do it in 45 seconds. 

10. There was a security guard that no one liked so kids would regularly just flip over his golf cart. 

11. He also once let me leave the school, but then wouldn’t let me back in to go to class.

12. One year a bunch of kids convinced the librarian that they were going to turn the library into a pool and she had a mental break and quit.

13. The color guard won the world championship contest and literally no one cared. They barely had an assembly to tell people about it.

14. One day some kid pulled the fire alarm so everyone went outside for a while until they figured out the truth, so we went back in. Ten minutes later there was a scheduled fire drill so everyone went outside again for a while. Then we go back in and within the hour there is an actual fire so we all return to the outside. 

15. I learned how to make a bong out of literally anything one day in my biology class. The lesson only took a few minutes that day, so my teacher decided to tell us about how he once caught a kid with a taxidermied raccoon that he made into a bong. Then he told us how to do it with anything.

That is just some of the wild things that happened. If you want to know more I will happily tell you. I think my school inspired Greendale Community College.

weareone97  asked:

#13, jikook ❤

“You’re lying, you’re blushing.”

“Shut up, I’m not!”

“Ready for the big game today?” Hoseok asks, plonking down next to Jungkook in the cafeteria. 

“Forget that. I’ve got to tell you and Taehyung about the world’s cutest transfer student on the planet.”

Hoseok’s jaw drops open so wide Jungkook thinks maybe he said something wrong.

“You’re kidding. Does Jeon-dead-inside-I’m-the-school-star-basketball-player Jungkook have a crush?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me regret telling you.”

“Sorry,” Hoseok says, stuffing fries in his mouth and leaning in.

“He’s from Busan and he’s in my English class. It’s like he has the prettiest bright red hair and the thickest lips. And those eyes, god-”

“You are so whipped,” Hoseok says, grinning.

“Am not,” Jungkook says, flicking a fry at Hoseok.

“What’s his name?”

“I think the teacher said it was Park Jimi-”

“Hey guys, what’d I miss?” Taehyung asks from right behind Jungkook and he jumps.

“God, Taehyung don’t do that-”

“Guess who I have with me. This new exchange student. He just transferred from Busan.”

“Hello,” Jimin says softly, grinning. “I think I’ve seen you in my English class,” he adds with a nod towards Jungkook who has turned bright red.

“Oh my god,” Hoseok says, hand flying to his mouth. Jungkook shoots Hoseok a dangerous look which Hoseok ignores.

“You have bright red hair.”

Jimin blinks. “Right.”

“And you’re an exchange student from Busan.”

“Right.”

“Thick lips and pretty eyes in Jungkook’s English class.”

“Um-”

“Jungkook has the hugest crush on you!” Hoseok squeals and Taehyung almost falls backward the way he’s standing there gaping at Jungkook like he’s just discovered the sun was really a star.

“Shut up Hoseok, no I don’t,” Jungkook mumbles, hands covering his too-red face.

“You’re lying, you’re blushing.”

“Shut up, I’m not!”

“Well,” Taehyung says, smirking a little too smugly, “I’m sure Jimin thinks you’re cute too.”

Jimin winks at Jungkook and Jungkook thinks that red is a good color both on Jimin’s hair and Jungkook’s face. They look good together.

OTP Drabble Challenge!

I just remembered the first time I read the word ‘Teenager’
It might have been during elementary school or early grammar school…
Fact is, I already knew the word and its meaning since it is one of the many Anglicisms we have in the German language but I hadn’t seen it written out before back then. So seeing it for the first time was a bit confusing - especially since it did not come up during English classes but rather German classes.   

You see, “Tee” and “Nager” are existing words in German so my first thought was that this must be a compound of these two words. Naturally, I read it as a German word to myself then and…. I can’t even describe how lost I felt for not knowing what the hell a “tea rodent” is

capricornotaku  asked:

ok sorry i know i said this already but idc i saw a post saying that this summer was going to be the summer of LotZ but i dont see any new story post on both tumblr sites and i wanna know how cap is and what shenanigans the zodiac are up to seriously and i understand if you have been busy but i wont understand if you have been lazy >:[

Okay so I would like to just officially apologize I promised all of you this would be the “Summer of LotZ” but have yet to update the series. I am so, so, so, so sorry. See, when I posted that announcement school hadn’t ended yet and I assumed that, like every other summer, I wouldn’t have any plans bc I have no social life and no job. Unfortunately however June has been crazy busy for me and I haven’t had much time to work on LotZ. I’ve been doing a lot of college visits and my school required all rising seniors to do this week long college application bootcamp thing, I’ve been volunteering at this Harry Potter camp my school does for younger kids and at Give Kids The World, I’ve got summer assignments I have to do for my English class next year, and I’ve had a bucketload of family-friends and relatives come to visit (and according to my mother it’s rude to spend time on the computer when we have guests over). Along with that, LotZ started off as a fan-requested thing so (since it technically wasn’t my own idea) I’ve always struggled a bit with my muse for the characters and the story. And ON TOP OF ALL THAT I’m in the process of editing the three previous chapters of the story because there’s just so many issues with them (especially part 1) so I can’t really post chapter 4 until I’ve finished with those.

I’m very sorry I’ve made you all wait when I promised I was going to be doing a lot of LotZ related things and chapters this summer. I’m actually hoping to finish the new/edited first chapter tonight or at least by tomorrow morning. Thank you all for your patience and for not berating me about this :) I couldn’t ask for a better fanbase! <3

man i read a post abt shitty teachers on my dash and not only did i get reminded of my evil social studies + english teachers in 5th grade (literally they both lied to my dad abt my grades and made up assignments i ‘didnt do’ and just fucking HATED kids so much)

but in like. 6th grade? i had another teacher who fucking hated kids so much and like. the night before was some awards ceremony thing i cant remember what it was for. i got smth for art achievement i think. and like the next day in class shes calling attendance and when she calls my name she stops and starts berating me about last night bc “you need to learn how to walk in a skirt >:/”

shitty teachers blow my mind dude like get fuckt youre a grown ass adult picking on a bunch of gd 11 y/os

I’m still alive!

Guys. I have not disappeared. 

Okay, so maybe I have but for a good reason. I know I’ve been coming and going since June but first I had finals (that went well by the way), then a getaway week with family and now I am participating in some summer courses on Old and Middle English (that’s right, I’m translating Old English and it’s not fun) from universities from all around the world. Oh, and the courses take place here

Looks good, right? Anyway, the point is that life is obviously trying to kill me right now and I’m fighting back with everything I got. I apologize for the lack of reblogs/replies in my blog but I’ll be done classes next Sunday so hopefully, I’ll get to fix that. Summer time just tends to be busier for me.

BUT. I am working on a new fic that is neary finished. It includes kid Dean, young Dean and soft Dean all wrapped up into one and should be out some time next week. And I got a bunch of other challenges coming up, so, there will be new content around here.

Uh, this post is getting long so I better shut up. I just really want to thank you all for the love you’ve shown for Lazy Morning and Cross My Heart (I’ll respond to every single reply, I swear) and to those rad people that took the time to check up on me these past few days. I love you all, guys. Thanks for your support and don’t forget,

Originally posted by giftranscription

Teenage Days

Prompt: Underage Dean

Dean’s One Week Writers Challenge

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,225

Warnings: Some language.

A/N: Last prompt of the challenge!! Tomorrow I’ll be writing a post thanking everyone who joined this 2.0 time ♥ Tbh, I really don’t know about this fic, this might or might not be the start of another series… Who knows, I’m tired and delusional. Thank you for reading, feedback (reblogs+likes) make me happy as always  and are really appreciated ♥ Enjoy, xoxo.

Tagging these sweethearts: @noviadecoltonhaynes, @the-mrs-deanwinchester@spnfanficpond, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @spnashley,@dean-in-the-devils-trap, @deandoesthingstome, @what-is-what-should-never-be, @tiffanylynnca, @letsgetoutalive,@latinenglishfandomblog, @winchesterforever12, @fandommaniacx,@readingissupernatural, @the-winchesters-beta, @sis-tafics,@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @ilovedean-spn2

Small town after small town, bunch of bullshit stories my dad would tell the world on why  we had to take off , but what I hated the most of my fucked up life is that I’m standing in front of another new school, I hated having to be the new girl in school on the middle of semester. Good thing it’s my last three months of this hell and then I’m off to college, my only solution to the hell I live. Someone smaller bumped with me, looking down I saw his cute face, “Sorry” the kid with long hair told me, wearing the same I hate this face expression as me. I smiled at him, “Is okay bud”, he returned the smile and kept walking into the school.  

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High School AU prompts based on my high school experiences

inspired by @paintdripps‘s post

  • “I brought some roadkill to school for science class but the science teacher was super freaked out and I don’t know what to do with this now please help?”
  • “You bought the last Honey Bun in the vending machine and now we have to fight to the death for it, square up scrub”
  • “Yes you are right this cup is full of black coffee, you are also right in inferring that I took it from the algebra teacher, yes I can help you steal some as well”
  • “I have a class right after you and I saw that you forgot your bag, I was gonna ask if you want me to bring it to you but the only thing in it is a tupperware bowl full of birthday cake and a single page of geometry homework. Anyway can I have some of the cake?” 
  • “You just pulled a cup of ramen out of your bag and asked the teacher if you could borrow her microwave to cook it, do you have any more in there?”
  • “You came over to my house to study for midterms but we ended up eating macaroni and trying to play the flute”
  • “I was standing on my desk and you just picked me up and put me on the floor, do I weigh anything to you??”
  • “I’m terrible at math and you’re terrible at English and we sit next to each other in both of those classes, I’ll help you cheat if you help me?”
  • “Everyone think’s you’re a great kid but it turns out you’re also the school’s main drug dealer, nice”
  • “You texted me at 3 am to look at the AP English vocabulary list because you replaced it with nothing but a low-res picture of Nic Cage”
  • “You have turned in every single essay in this class in 14 point Comic Sans, how are you getting better grades than me????”

So, I just remembered something that happened to me and my mom a few weeks ago. We were at a tanger outlet and we were looking at the map, and this white woman who was also looking at the map said, “where the hell are we, I have no idea,” so my mom said, “excuse me, we are here,” and pointed to the map that was labeled as “you are here.”

Then, the white woman started making like these weird gestures with her hands and she changed her tone of voice like, “OH WOOW, THANK YOU, you’re RIGHT.” It was almost like watching a kindergarten teacher speaking to one of the kids in class, and I was like, wtf is she doing, why is she talking like that all of a sudden, what’s with the gestures, then she turns to ME and says,“ English REALLY good!" 

There you have it. So that’s why she made all those alien gestures and spoke down to my mom like she was a fucking baby with those exaggerated expressions and tone. So my mom was just about to leave and I was pissed so I just went, "next time, why don’t you read the map more closely, since you seem to think that you know how to speak English better than us.” Usually, I just glare at white people who do this and just leave because it’s nothing new tbh, but this woman was really pushing my buttons. 

This is not the first damn time white people thought we couldn’t speak English and spoke to us like we were children, but this woman had to be the most ridiculous by far. 

100 ways to say ‘I love you’ No. 20: “I just wanted to see you smile”

For: @protectcastiel
Pairing: Destiel
Words: 3 thousand and something soz
Tags: okay Clem I’m gonna warn you now I didn’t mean for this to be so sad but here we are, WWII, kid!fic, London, The Blitz, minor character death, mute!Cas, refugees, happy ending though I’D LIKE TO STRESS HAPPY ENDING, Dean is the sweetest friend ever, there is some fluff, and also Cas just trying to handle loss and stuff?!, this spun a little out of control I’m so sorry, but here you go, also sorry for my tagging it’s getting worse every time…

Please don’t hesitate to request one if you want one my loves!


Castiel remembers the sound of the sirens screaming. It’d been the dead of night, he’d awoken from a dream, chasing the memory of kissing Alfie on the cheek in the school field, when it started.

He’s pretty sure there’s human screams somewhere in there too, down the street, down the corridor where he and his mother live.

“Mum?” he says into the dark, scrabbling to escape from the warm clutches of his blanket to pull on his shoes. He turns to the bed he shares with her, reeling backwards with a stab of panic.

It’s empty.

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October 16 3:14 pm
how are you handling this so well?

October 18 12:46 am
it’s almost 1 in the morning and I know texting you is probably the stupidest thing ever but god damn it I miss you so fucking much and this has been so damn hard for me to go through. I miss you and I love you

October 18 1:01 am
I feel like this has been so easy for you and I don’t understand how.

October 20 6:07 am
it’s been a week since you left and it still hurts all over. I wish you’d come back.

October 20 8:29 am
someone asked me how we were doing. I had to tell them we broke up. it hasn’t gotten any easier saying it out loud.

October 23 11:24 pm
we went from talking about marriage to “we’re done.” how the fuck do you flip a switch that fast?

October 30 8:07 pm
do you even miss me?

November 30 12:27 am
lmao idek why I’m bothering to do this because it’s probably pretty pointless and I’ll look hella dumb but I just really fucking miss you. everything about you. I miss looking at you sitting in your chair watching some movie and smiling because you’re my boyfriend and God damn I’m so lucky. I miss laying on your bed with you and just laying there. I miss having sex with you because it wasn’t just sex. sex is so different when you’re in love with that person. I always gagged at the term “made love” because it sounds fucking cheesy but I understood it when I experienced it. I miss everything about you and I fucking hate that you’re the only thing that’s so clear in my mind when I’m so high I can hardly think. I hate that I can’t seem to move on like I should, I hate that you’re perfectly okay with being just friends because I can’t do that. I can’t take the risk of me being friends with you and watch you end up with some other girl because I don’t think I have the mental resilience to handle that. I just fucking hate everything about this situation and I crave you so much. I crave your presence, being next to you. being with you just felt right and I can’t shake the feeling that every guy who would want anything to do with me is so wrong because he’s not you. there’s this kid in my English class who wears the same smelly stuff that you do and the first time he sat by me, my heart nearly beat out of my chest because my first thought was you and then I missed you even more. I don’t know how to not miss you. I miss you every single hour of every single day. there’s not a place I go where I don’t think of you at some point. I see something about a movie we watched, I hear a song that I sent to you or a song you sent to me, I see something I think you would like. anything makes me think of you. a song came on the radio, you probably wouldn’t remember it too much, but it’s Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran and its your ringtone when you text me. and I literally felt like every ounce of air in my lungs got knocked out of me and it took everything in me not to break down. I find myself wanting to tell you things throughout the day but I can’t. it’s been almost two months, you would think I would be used to not being able to do that but apparently not lol. i know I’m rambling and it’s not really clear what I’m trying to say because tbh I don’t really know. I just know I miss you so much it hurts and it gets hard to breathe sometimes and I find myself wishing you would come back 9 times out of ten but I have higher chances of getting out of college debt free than that. idk. maybe this time next year none of this will matter and I’ll be fine but all I know is right now I wish I could go back in time and change everything that’s happened and right now I might be okay but I’m not fine at all and hahahah I just need to fucking stop because I’m really rambling and idk what else to say other than I love you. to the sun, the moon, and all the stars lovebug.

January 1 12:00 am
I love you more.

—  texts I would’ve been better off not sending

Most of the kids my age wanted to fit into some kind of clic.
But me…no…no, I want to unzip my veins and watch all the pain flow down that bathtub drain cause maybe then I would never have to feel it again,
But I couldn’t you see I had school the next day and the principal said if I missed another day that I would get exspelled..and boy…would I miss so many days.

Most of the kids my age worried about the essay that was due in English class, while I worried about the letter I was writing to my parents because I thought they at least deserved a five paragraph explanation as to why there baby girl let the noose be the last thing to hold her when they were the first to hold me.

Most kids my age joined a sport like track, the gym teacher said I should join because they were short on people. But I said no because if I can’t out run my own problems who’s to say I can out run the boy who thinks he’s going to win an Olympic gold medal after the meet. So I stayed home.
Most kids my age wore the latest brands while I wore the freshest cuts and the old scars that reminded me how bad last year was and how it was going to get worse and worse.

I think about killing myself a lot, if you haven’t already noticed yet. I couldn’t though, most of the time I feel like a coward cause I can never do it. You see I think of my life as a lit candle. If I just lick my two figures and I would put that flame but one wrong move and I was going to get burned.

Most kids my age do not understand kids like me and yet they have the audacity to ask me “What’s wrong with you?”
What’s wrong with me.
What’s wrong with me!
What is wrong with me?
I have absolutely no idea. I’m afraid.

—  dunesan
Schools in rural China suck

So I teach English at a high-school in Zhongwei, Ning Xia, China. I lived in Shanghai as a kid (expat family) so Ive seen all the big cities and all the tourist spots. So I jumped at the chance to move somewhere off the beaten track. Zhongwei is an ancient city, its history goes back to the Tang dynasty and was founded on the old Silk Road and more recently has had some serious development because of the mineral wealth of the surrounding lands.

Anyway you aren’t here for a history lesson. So Ive been teaching here for just under a year now. I teach Gao 2 (final year before uni). One thing I’m not used to is the huge classes. The biggest is 92 students cramped into a room that barely fits 60 (“normal class size”). The fucked up thing is they separate them into classes based on their skill level. Basically the brightest ones get a small class of 44, then we have the middle of the road classes, kids move around these every semester, going up or down based on their performance but with 4 classes of around 60 students each they are all pretty much the same. Then you have the low class of 92 of the “stupids” as the head master calls them behind their back. When ever a kid gets moved from to or from of the top or bottom classes they make a big deal of it in assembly in front of the whole school (upwards of 1000 students). Its fucking heart breaking to see the kids faces when they get moved in to the lower class, no one stops the stadium full of their peers from laughing and talking while the headmaster reads out their report card in front of them all, the teachers join in. OFC everyone claps when a kid gets moved up. In the time I’ve been here we have had 8 suicides. Most of them were just faceless. Chinese schools are not great at developing individuality. One kid in the high class stayed in my mind. Really bright, really hard worker and that is a whole different ballgame in China. He had asked me for some extra English lessons weeks before it happened. He had always been the best of the best and he was becoming just one of the best. I wish now that I had said yes but at the time I was just to busy (still am but now I’m teaching extra classes in my lunch breaks) and so was he. All the students are fucking hard workers and TBH the difference between the top and the bottom classes is absolutely nothing.

Anyway, after 6 months I had started getting to know one or two of the kids by face if not by name. When you teach more than 600 kids a week it can be hard. There was one kid that really got to me. I was diagnosed as Dyspraxic when I was young (you can thank spellcheck that this is legible) so when I saw the signs in a kid in the bottom class I was fairly sure I could help. I took it to the head of English (my boss) and he didn’t quite understand. I told him about the problems the kid was having and suggested some stuff that helped me in the past. He just brushed it off saying the kid was just dumb so I went online and found some literature on the subject to show him. He looked very concerned after reading the translation I wrote and just responded that “We can notice him” (his english is atrocious). So, happy that I did a good thing, I went back to preparing lessons. I looked for the kid in class next time I had them, hoping to see him with a laptop (the school just bought a bunch of laptops for the teachers and we had hundreds lying about) but I didn’t see him. Next week was the same. I went back to my boss and asked him about the child. He told me that the kid had been moved. I assumed he meant to a special school.

Life went back to normal, I had a spring in my step at helping overcome a students difficulties (that I lost 2 months later when a kid in the bottom class killed herself by throwing herself off the top of one of the school buildings). The worst thing was that I could not remember her face or anything about her, students here spend most of their time head in books. One of the girls friends had taken the loss about as hard as anyone would take the practically ignored suicide of a classmate, so I tried to talk to her but got nothing. I talked to her friends but all I could gather was that her parents moved often for business so she lived at school. Her grades were slipping badly, she was disrupting class and I think she was getting drunk before school (not uncommon among the older students and teachers). I went to my boss to bring it up, she lived on campus so if she was getting drunk it was certain other kids were as well. I told him that I thought the kid needed help and he responded that he would look into it. I looked out for her in class the next week but didn’t see her. I went back to my boss and asked him if everything was alright. I’ll never forget what he said next “she has been dealt with”. That was all he would or could give me. At first I wasn’t sure what he meant and I’m not even sure he was. There were no other schools for miles, some of our kids had a 3 hour drive into school. We were the end, we occasionally took in “troublesome” kids from the high-school in the main town but the only way kids left our school is if their parents moved away.

In china the students stay in their classroom and the teachers come to them so I never took register or even counted them as it would take most of the lesson. After then I made a point of trying to remember each of the kids I taught. I never had to do any marking; that was handled by other teachers, so I never had a good idea of who was in my classes (I was the only person in the city who had ever spoken english outside of the classroom so my time was precious to the school). In classes of that size we would always have sick kids or kids who were absent but looking at the lowest class of students I recalled the first few months with them, cramped into a freezing room with 2 or 3 kids to a desk. I looked at the class, all staring at me intently and noticed something I hadn’t before. Several of the desks were one to a child. This was the norm for most of my classes where there was enough desks for each child but the bottom class had always been so crowded. I was teaching the passed tense to that group for the umpteenth time when I decided to do a headcount. 75. 75 students. Down from the 92 I had at the start of the year. We had had 2 suicides in that class and 7 had moved up but 92 to 75 was strange. The school had just recovered from flu season so I put it down to that. I continued my headcount for each class. The top group had gone up by 5 since the start of the year. The troubled kid in their group still was with us at that point and we had only had 2 students move down, both of which I can happily say are settled into their new class and doing better without the pressure. That brought us to a total of 47. I confirmed the number with a headcount. The top group didn’t take many sick days. I kept a log of each class and how many students in each. The middle group had lost some students to moving up or down to the “special” groups. But each class was more or less the same as when they had began. The only difference was in the bottom group. I asked off hand to the head master what happened if we needed to expel someone (we never did, you cant imagine how tame kids are here). We were literally the only school around so we couldn’t. We got other schools undesirables.

Schools in China get funded based on how many students they have but more importantly, how well they do at their end of year exams. We were the run off school for the province yet we had one of the best pass rates. One of the main reasons I took the job was because of the great pay, better than anywhere else in the province. Well I have kept up the head counts for the bottom class (everyone else’s stayed the same). We are going into exam time now and even though we have had 8 new students join us we are down to 67. I ask the other teachers but they just say the students moved if they reply with anything at all. Ive been to the police here, but they do nothing. Sitting here in my office, looking out across the mountainous reaches I think I may have solved it. Every day at 5am truckloads of people go out to work in the mines that make this little town so wealthy. At 8pm they come back. After counting the kids in the class of “stupids” I cant bring myself to count the trucks for fear of seeing a familiar face.

in english class we were talking about people that influenced mary shelley’s frankenstein and top of the list was this guy called john locke, i wasn’t even paying attention bc i was reading “performance in a leading role” on my phone, but all i heard was “Johnlock” and i threw my phone up in the air in a panic and started hyperventilating because i though i’d been caught, then the kid next to me starts talking about classical liberalism

and that is how i had an asthma attack in my english lesson because i read too much fan fiction

Change- A Sam Wilkinson Imagine- Chapter 14

Previous chapters here 

So yeahh, it’s finally here. It’s not that good but i’ve totally know what the next one is about so, yeah, it’s going to be so much better and stuff will happen.

Chapter 14

I grunted as I sat down in the table for breakfast. Everyone was already there, with sleepy eyes and tired faces. I yawned making everyone yawn as well.

“So, how was dinner yesterday with, how’s her name? Oh, Jenn” my mom asked smiling.

I swallowed, I could feel Tyler’s eyes on me and I was a hundred percent sure we was raising his eyebrows and smirking. If he said something about it, I was going to kill him, literally.

“Oh, it was good” I shrugged while I took some scrambled eggs to my mouth.

“Maybe I should talk to her mom, thank her for having you twice already” she exclaimed.

“Oh, no I don’t think that will be necessary”

“It’s called education” my father said, “Darling, maybe you should check on the school website, I think all the parents’ numbers are there”

“What! No!” I almost shouted. They both looked me in surprise.

“Why don’t you want us to call her y/n?”

“Oh my God, it’s so late” my brother said, “we better get going sis, come on” he took my arm and dragged me outside. I sighed in relief; he was a good brother sometimes.

“Hey, ass, thank you” I exclaimed as I got inside his car, he shrugged “Nah, it’s fine. It’s the last time I save your ass though, and that Sam boy, he better be careful”

I chuckled, “you are so overprotective sometimes”

“I’m your brother, duh,” he said laughing.

I headed to my locker to take out my books for the day, given the fact I had extra hours today, God knows why. I felt that someone leaned in the locker beside mine. I turned my face and met Isaac, the guy who offered to take my bra off. I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker door. I started to walk away when he took my hand and spun me around.

“What’s the rush babe?” he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t call me babe” I exclaimed pushing him away.

“Hey, there’s a party going on today and I was wondering if you would like to come with me, maybe?”

“Today is Tuesday” I exclaimed grumpily.

“That’s the point” he said winking. He was a jerk, for real.

“Hey y/n” I heard someone calling me. I turned around to see Jack and Jack walking towards me. They were a bit surprised I was talking to Isaac, but they stood next to me. “Is there a problem here?” Gilinsky asked looking at Isaac.

“No, kid everything is fine, I’m just asking your little cute friend to come to a party with me, but it’s non of your business of course”

“Well, I’m afraid she is dating someone, so bye” Johnson said smiling sarcastically; well they obviously had some kind of dislike for this guy.

“Oh, she is? And who would be this guy?” he asked getting closer to me.

“It’s Sam, so back off dude” Gilinsky exclaimed standing in front of me, as some sort of protection. I bit my tongue; this wasn’t leading to a good place.

“Wilkinson, really?” he chuckled, “tell him to watch out then” he said and then started walking away, not before he winked at me. 

“Why were you talking to Isaac Campbell?” Johnson asked. I shrugged, “I don’t know, he is friends with my brother and he has been harassing me literally since he met me”

They laughed slightly, “you better stay away from him, he isn’t a good guy” I nodded and smiled, “You were all very protective back there” they giggled and I put my arms around their necks, “You are from our crew now” they winked and we headed to our classes.

—-

“Hey” Sam sat next to me in English. “How are you?” he asked playing with my fingers.

I giggled, “I’m great, what about you?”

“I bumped into your brother today in the hallway, he is scary”

I chuckled loudly making my cheeks turn red; almost everyone turned around and stared at me but went back to normal after a couple of seconds. “You have to be kidding me, you can’t be afraid of Tyler” I whispered into his ear.

He frowned, “I’m not afraid, I’m a man”

I giggled, “Yeah sure” he looked at me raising his eyebrows and faking to be angry. He quickly kissed my cheek, “You are mean”

I blushed slightly. I was still not used to his random kisses in my cheek or pecks in my lips; it was so weird. But I loved it.

“Anyway, there’s a party going on tonight” he exclaimed, “Wanna go?”

I swallowed hard when I remembered Isaac; he told me there was a party tonight. I didn’t want to go, not really, well, at least not with him there. But Sam had this pleading look on his eyes, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t want to go.

“Fine” I sighed, “What time is it?”

“12 to 3, I’ll pick you up. Be ready” he winked and I rolled my eyes.

“You are sure everything will be okay, right?” I asked Jenn while we walked out of school, she was going home and we were getting ready together for the party. Scott and Sam were picking us up later.

“Come on y/n, chill, really. You do realize you will be with Sam practically all the time? Isaac won’t get near” she exclaimed rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah you are right, I’m just overanalyzing things”

She laughed and nodded, as I headed towards my brother, who was leaning on his car, waiting for us.

“Jesus Christ ladies, I’ve been waiting here for like forever” he said getting inside and starting the car.

“Whatever” I said getting in, followed by Jenn.

“So, you are the famous Jenn, huh?” Ty asked looking at her by the mirror of the car. She nodded and looked by the window. She seemed nervous or something. Why? Maybe because the asshole of Tyler was flirting with her. “You do realize that she uses you as an excuse to hang out with her little boyfriend, right?” he exclaimed chuckling and pointing me. Jenn giggled and nodded, “Yeah, I know”

We arrived home and I introduced Jenn to my mother, who was pleased to meet her and thanked her for “all she has done for me”. I was so sure Jenn felt guilty about lying but she nodded and smiled anyway.

“So, how was dinner yesterday at Sam’s?” she asked as she sat in my bed, hugging a stuffed pillow. I sighed, “It was great, Allie is wonderful”

She smiled; “Yeah, I know, she is the sweetest thing ever” I nodded while I turned on the TV, “It’s so unfair” I exclaimed under my breath.

“I know, but I guess that’s how thing are supposed to be, that’s what I always tell Sam” she said. There was a moment of silence, “Anyway” she said laughing and changing of mood completely, “Are you ready for tonight? I have a hunch that something good is going to happen. And when I have a hunch is for real” she said winking and raising her eyebrows. I hit her with a pillow, before laughing at her foolishness.

beelyduck  asked:

Hi Lena, I wanted to ask you if you would ever consider/be interested in creating a post on how you took notes in college, how to organize notes, studying tips, etc? I was just thinking about it, and you were the first person I thought of. I know you have a lot of other projects going on, so no pressure. Just a thought for the future. Thank you so much for all you do already, and for being a lovely person! :)

Okay here we go…I’m not sure if I’m the best person for this because I don’t consider myself to be particularly organized, but I’ll still share a couple of tips.

  • I take all of my notes using OneNote. It's sooo much better than Word. It keeps everything in one place so you don’t have to flip through different documents to search for stuff, it is highly customizable and also easy to use!
  • I always take notes on my laptop in class. I know some people prefer to use notebooks because laptops are distracting, but I type quicker than I write, which is why I prefer to use my laptop. When I take notes, I always try to group ideas under one big idea. I use lots of bullet points–I have bullet points within bullet points within bullet points, I kid you not. What I usually do is bold the main idea and jot down discussion points/points from my prof’s slides under the main idea. When the conversation starts deviating, I hop to another “main idea” and start jotting down the next chunk of the conversation. It’s easier for me to section off my notes than to just write down everything at random.
  • I write down EVERYTHING in class. Everything from my prof’s slides, everything that’s on the board, and relevant points from student discussions. I find it’s always better to have more information than not enough.
  • Since I’m an English student, I read a lot of books for class. When I’m reading, I like to put stickies where interesting quotes/ideas/passages are because it makes it easier for when I’m writing essays.
  • For the rare class where I’m using a textbook, I usually go through all of the relevant chapters before exams, read through everything and make notes as I go along *I ALWAYS WRITE THE NOTES IN MY OWN WORDS*. It’s just more helpful that way.
  • I also mark down assignment due dates. I used to have a desktop widget, but they got rid of those for Windows 8 so I just use the Windows calendar. I’ve got every single one of my due dates marked down: seminar presentations, essay outlines, final drafts, you name it. It helps me plan in advance so I know what I have to work on for the week and what I can work on if I’ve got nothing to do. It also helps that the calendar automatically updates on my phone so I actually get due date notifications on my phone. 
  • If you’re in a seminar and you don’t really get a chance to take notes due to presenters, I find it helpful to just jot down a few points about what the presenter discussed in class when the lecture is done so you’re not blanking on what you did throughout the semester at the end of the term. For my seminar, I have to write a class report at the end detailing what I’ve learned throughout the course, and since we haven’t been having formal lectures, I’ve just been jotting down key points from each presenter’s presentations at the end of class so I actually have stuff to write about later.
  • If you’re an English major and you happen to be reading a book that you don’t want to read, if it’s on Sparknotes, just read the chapter summaries and skim through the book. I find I read much faster when I already know what’s going on. It’s especially helpful with Victorian lit because I HATE reading Victorian lit. 

This is getting really long. I’m going to stop. I hope this helps! And remember, IT IS POSSIBLE TO WRITE AN ESSAY IN ONE NIGHT, I’VE DONE IT. I mean, don’t leave it till the last night, obviously, but if you’re in a pickle, just remember that it can be done if you concentrate and write what ever–and I mean what ever–is relevant. Just don’t forget to edit after.

C: Last week I wore my natural hair to school, and I haven’t wore it like that to school since last school year. I always wear it straightened but never in its natural and beautifully wild manner because of my personal issues. But I took a chance and wore it. Everyone really liked it, some of my teachers, my friends and even people I didn’t even know! It was really nice until the end of the day. This kid I sat in front of in my English class had turned around and said “Whoa, did you get electrocuted or something?” and smiled as if it were a joke. I rolled my eyes and just ignored him for the rest of the period as he didn’t talk to me either. After the day ended, I regretted not saying, “No. This is my hair and it’s beautiful. And the next time you see a black girl with hair like this, don’t use their appearance as the butt of a joke.”