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A Good Story About Bad Grades

My first year of college was an exercise in humility. I arrived with my type A personality and perfectionism in tow, a living high school overachiever stereotype, eager to sign up for the most difficult classes available. And, despite the warnings of my adviser, I did just that.

By the time third week–and with it, exams–rolled around, I was falling apart. I was constantly behind, staying up till 3 a.m. to finish an assignment then sleeping for 12 hours the next day. I didn’t eat well. I cried every two or three days. I was miserable: physically, emotionally, and academically.

This collapse persisted for the duration of the year. While my schedule and habits improved somewhat, the year concluded with rather abysmal grades–the kind that result in your adviser telling you you’re not going straight from undergrad to med school. When I saw the B- in Gen Chem, my second of the year, I went for an hour-long drive. I thought about transferring. I thought about dropping the bio major. I thought about letting go of medicine. 

Over the summer, I decided to do whatever it took to continue with medicine. I changed my habits (pro tip: make sleep a priority) in studying, socializing, and taking care of myself. I promised to work harder.

However, I was sure that OChem would destroy me. With my background in chemistry, I believed OChem was something to be survived, not something in which to succeed. So when I got a 43 on my first midterm, over two standard deviations below average, it just confirmed my conclusions: I wasn’t that smart, but I would suffer through. 

I was committed to that suffering: I took my exam to my TA’s office hours, desperate to scrape a passing grade. Sheepishly, I flipped through the pages, expecting the furrowed-brow frown that read “how could you not understand this?” to appear on my TA’s face at any moment. But it didn’t. 

“This was a difficult exam,” he said.

“It was more difficult for me than most.” I mumbled. “I didn’t do so well in Gen Chem either.”

“That’s okay. How you did in Gen Chem doesn’t mean you’ll do the same in OChem.”

I was shocked to not be treated as the stupid student. I had regained my motivation over the summer, and now I was regaining my confidence. I threw myself into studying for my next midterm.

63. Just below average. Every insecurity returned: how could I study this hard and still barely brush average? If this is how hard I have to work for this grade, maybe I’m just not good enough. Maybe I just can’t cut it.

Still, I wasn’t ready to give up. When the final came around, I studied for a full week beforehand. 

I got an 85 on that final, two standard deviations above average. I didn’t think it was possible for me to do that well in OChem. I couldn’t believe it–but I began to.

After that, my grades rose across the board. Soon, I didn’t need a week to study, because I had worked so hard and continuously that I developed an instinct for the subject. I began to love OChem–I even tutor in it now.

My last midterm of the year I received a 95, moving from a bottom scorer to top five in my class. My second year GPA was 0.63 higher than my first year GPA. I had done what seemed impossible.

For any struggling student who’s reading this, I hope I can do for you what my TA did for me: believe in yourself. You can overcome bad grades. You are smart enough, and you are hardworking enough. Intelligence is elastic: you can make yourself smarter. There is no point at which you are doomed to fail. So keep trying: you may discover you’re capable of more than you ever dreamed.

Writing Everyday

As a writer, I was at my most productive, inspired, and all-round motivated self, when I was in throes of nanowrimo. I wrote nearly every day, tried desperately to forget about the quality of my first draft, and made the most of every second of free time I had. I have never had more fun and I regret not extending it past that month.

Recently, my writing life has been, to be brutally honest with you, complete and utter shit. My school schedule has been so demanding to the point of me breaking down emotionally whenever I get a chance to breathe. The way my classes are scheduled results in all my tests happening in the spans of 2-3 days. And I’m still working on getting a job, since I have to drive over an hour a day to get to the university, gym, etc.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my crazy life. I like rushing around and meeting new people every day and finding fun places to study and the free coffee (now that’s incredible lol). But I’m not writing. It’s a struggle every day to get the basics done and I keep feeling so guilty because I’m not getting any words down. I love writing. I love it more than anything else (other than friends and family) in this world. And it’s killing me that I can’t do it. I want to feel inspired again. I want to feel proud about what I accomplish- not just school wise. I want to publish before I graduate from college. I want to write.

That’s why I’m going to start doing daily posts again. I’m going to somehow find time in the day- even if it’s just 30 minutes and I’m going to write.

(Sorry for ranting, it’s been a long weekend….)

@glorious74 @koalamuffins @isaac-lacey @entitystrange @intj-writer @tsfennec @thejollywriter @books-and-time-travel @gaysirensftw @brumble-tunges-scrungles-cumbis tagging you guys because you inspire me.


This is whats been keeping me from doing draws the past few months! Including you do voodoo ofc! Me and another artist on the course (Sean) have spent over 100 hours the past few weeks really polishing our Art assignment! Out task was to design and model a shop for diagon alley! Here are the results from start to finish! <3 I did the exterior and he did the interior, it was very much a combined effort!! We also added spellbooks from other artists on our course as an easter egg :3c

Download and walk through it here!!

Too much of a good thing

So I’m usually only on tumblr 1-3 times a week. But I’ve been on it for hours a day since Wednesday. What this means is that I’ve been chatting a lot with a few guys (when we happened to be on at the same time) and I’ve seen so many posts and submissions (thanks! They’re great - keep them coming!), that I’ve been so wet and so turned on nearly 24/7 since Wednesday. That’s resulted in what I promised…. I’ve basically had to get off to what you were sending. My sex drive is too high to not get instantly wet and have a huge need to cum when I see hot pictures or read kinky fantasies. But 5 days of on-and-off stimulation has nearly desensitized my clit. Now, I’m not sure if I love or hate that I need to give it a rest and that I’ll be turned on without an outlet for a few days. So….thank you? Haha. I 💖 you all and feel free to keep sending submissions. I’ll just be tortured instead of pleased by them. 😉

This week is busy

On Wednesday I’m taking my G license exam (the 3rd and last regular tier of drivers licenses in Canada) so I can drive in the States and between the hours of 12 and 5am. It requires merging on the highway, lane changing on the highway, 3-point (K) turns, parallel parking, hill parking and generally following the rules of the road 100% and failure to do so can result in failure. (and I’m limited on time because my license expires in August)

On Friday I have my graduation (I’m FINALLY getting my physical copy of my Bachelor’s Degree) and afterwards I get to put up with my parents wanting picture after picture and then acting all giddy at lunch while my dad whines about having to take the entire day off work to go. 

On Sunday I have my Bridal shower and have to put up with an awkward social situation for 3 hours. (Yay…)

What made me smile this week:

Sunday: While preparing for our big trip to Seattle, Andrew spent the day calming our collective nervous tension with humor. Example: “Shane, I hope our plane crashes, in water, so that I have a chance of escaping but you still don’t.” Brotherly love makes me smile.

Monday: I am currently sitting at 36,000 feet, in an airplane, jetting off towards the west coast for three big speaking engagements in Washington. My team of caregivers did a phenomenal job with the plane-boarding process. I am comfortable in my adaptive child’s car seat. Now, all there is to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy these complimentary pretzels. I am smiling.

Tuesday: At the conclusion of our opening keynote tonight, a man approached me and Sarah. He told us with teary eyes that we had changed his life, and that he was going to start working towards accomplishing the goals that he long-ago gave up on. Knowing that our message is truly helping people makes me happier than I can convey. It made me smile.

Wednesday: After performing two more speeches today, we piled in our rented van for the hike back to Seattle (the conference we attended was 3 hours away in Wenatchee). By this point, we were all borderline delirious with sleep deprivation—the result of the time zone change, stress from our talks, and the excitement of traveling. However, driving back through the breath-taking Cascade Mountains put us all at ease. Listening to the four of us “ooooh” and “ahhh” at the snowcapped mountains made me smile.

Thursday: We arrived to the Seattle airport at 3am this morning, functioning on the faux-energy of caffeine alone. As soon as we were through security, Andrew made a direct route to the nearest food kiosk, where he bought a massive grilled chicken sandwich. Watching him devour it at 3:30am made me smile (and gag).

Friday: I ordered a cheesy double beef burrito at Taco Bell (I know, I know, I’m the worst), but the drive-thru clerk said they don’t have them anymore. During my existential crisis that immediately ensued, another clerk hopped on the system and said, “Ya know what? I can make one. It’s not like we don’t have the ingredients.” It made me smile.

Saturday: I got a new tattoo today (picture forthcoming), and while the artist was working on a section near my spine, I said, “What if you somehow triggered something in my spinal cord and suddenly I could walk.” There was a long pause. I thought the joke had fallen without effect. Twenty seconds later he said, “Well… I’d be famous.” It made me smile and laugh.

What made you smile this week?

[TRANSLATION] Lay - 140902 Elle Magazine Hong Kong: "If People Look Down On Him He Works Harder"

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Elle: Would you like to be more comprehensive and well rounded?

Lay: While keeping the things I’m good at in check, I would also like to expand on other aspects as well. For example, even though I debuted with dance, I have been working hard on piano, guitar, composing, arranging, singing, etc.

Elle: Do you think this kind of understandable, clear image is a good thing or a bad thing?

Lay: As for artists, “Art does not pressure the body” is a proverb I have always really believed in. In addition, since I’m a Libra, I tend to seek and chase after perfection and harmony, so I encourage myself a lot. I work hard to make every aspect of what I do right.

Elle: From an artist’s perspective, a comprehensive, well-roudned personality is an advantage, right?

Lay: Yes yes yes!! The mature type can, like me, showcase more things.

Elle: Is your own personality the slow type?

Lay: I don’t have the best personality. Usually I am really calm, but sometimes I can have outbursts after accumulating feelings over a long period of time, it can shock people.

Elle: If there were a good opportunity within the film industry, would you take it?

Lay: Of course, because a good acting opportunity can also help me to write music. I can also learn a lot in the film industry and make new friends, and maybe the friends I make also like music, that would be even better!

Elle: What if you were asked to write the title song?

Lay: Wow… If they accepted a song I wrote as the title song, then I wouldn’t ask for any appearence fees!

Elle: What are your goals and aspirations in music?

Lay: In terms of music, our sunbaes are already a great aspiration. I had never thought to bring Chinese music to different places, but I have thought of this: I am part of a Chinese group, but I am also from a Korean entertainment company who trained me to be an Asian star, so our promotions are around the globe. I hope that through this type of channel and bridge, there will be some sort of unity. I am giving myself 10 years of time, no, maybe 5, to lead the Chinese music industry myself. This is my biggest aspiration.

Elle: Pretend that you have returned to the Chinese music environment, and you find that it does not live up to your expectations. What do you do then?

Lay: I am very willing to accept failures, very happy to accept failures. In music, there is no right answer, there is only an approach. When the music you make: your beat, your melody, your lyrics, has two out of the three that captivates the audience, then this song is pretty much complete. You cannot possibly expect everyone to like your music, but if people can cry with you and feel your emotions after they hear the song, then it is good.

Elle: What kind of music do you usually like to listen to?

Lay: I really like to listen to the songs I compose myself. Do you want to listen? Recently, I’ve written a rap, a demo, which has a lot of ties with Chinese popular music (When the interviewer was listening to the song, Lay was there explaining the meaning of the song and also accompanied the music with his own dance moves…….)

Elle: Then, do you watch television dramas for inspiration?

Lay: I really do not have time to watch! Wasn’t ‘My Love From Another Star’ really popular? I never had time to watch that. I always thought that it was about a girl who came over from another planet, and then there was a series of events that happened.

Elle: What do you think you will be like in 5 or 10 years time?

Lay: Besides my career, it would probably be the time to find a girlfriend, right? Or marry? Hahahaha!

Elle: Then what about in terms of career?

Lay: Of course I cannot give up my career. My dream is pretty enormous, so the preparation I have to do is a lot as well. I am always accumulating and building up, because I hope to lead the Chinese music industry well.

Elle: How did you acquire and excel in your meticulous and courteous qualities?

Lay: I was raised by my grandpa and grandma since my youth, they were both teachers, so they influenced me a lot. Also, I am a person who respects my elders. When I first arrived at the company, there was a lot of etiquette. When cultures collide, it really makes one’s head hurt. In Korea, people respect and emphasize status: you have to greet and bow to people who are above you, and you can use informal language to people in a status below you. But, I have been educated in manners since I was small, so I thought that anyone and everyone who helped me, everyone who works on my behalf behind the scenes, they are all people I am grateful to, they are all people who are above me in status.
To fans, this is even more pertinent. We do not have a very direct way of communicating with them, and I have never said, “You guys are my girlfriends”, or things like that, but everyone knows that it is a feeling that wholly exists. All we really do is put on some makeup, wait in an airconditioned room, and then go on stage to perform and sweat a lot. But the fans, they probably wait from early in the morning, the day before yesterday, buy tickets more than a month before, and sometimes they even visit us at the airports, so I think that the love that our fans (who are also our friends) is worthy of respect and love. If my bow can represent thanks and respect, I hope you all don’t think I bow too much; the things you all do for us, I could bow a hundred or a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough.

Elle: Can you tell us about your childhood?

Lay: Since young, my mother loved showing me videos of Michael Jackson; at the time the Moon Walk was really popular, and I wanted to learn it, but I couldn’t learn it no matter how hard I tried. In high school, I started to show interest in Popping, and now I am our group’s lead dancer. I think in the road I took, the most important aspect is that you have to work hard and perservere to train. I also tell my friends, no matter what field the company they’re entering is in, they have a good chance of doing well there. When I was still a trainee, I would practice over 10 hours per day, and I could also spend nights where I would not return home to sleep. My motivation was drawn from the multiple instructors who who did not approve of me for my poor results, so I had to make some good results. People who look at you with contempt can drive you to work especially harder.

Elle: What is your favorite motto in life?

Lay: Work hard, work hard, and then work harder1

Elle: Please state 3 good points about yourself

Lay: So far, I have only listed one: Gratefulness. This is absolutely truthful, but I have to think about the other ones…. I think I am a person who has talent, hahaha, and also perserverance!

Elle: Lastly, please say something for ELLE MEN’s one year anniversary!

Lay: Firstly, to be able to represent EXO and attend ELLE MEN’s photoshoot, to be able to interact with Hong Kong friends and interact with them face to face, I feel very blessed and happy. During the Hong Kong concert I really wanted to say something: Thank you so much to everyone who came to watch our concert! Thank you everyone! So I also hope that EXO will have better and more promotions, and show everyone a better side of us. I hope everyone will continue to love ELLE MEN, and continue to love EXO!2

Credit: translation:, Source: Elle Magazine. (1Note: this phrase is used in the profile of Lay’s weibo account, 2Note: said in Cantonese)

anonymous asked:

You don't work at the bux anymore right? What's one thing you miss? One thing you don't? And what's your general view of the company after working there? And do you still visit the siren often?

Something I miss? My coworkers and the coffee. I love the coffeeshop atmosphere and I think there’s a certain unspoken bond built between people who have to work from 6pm Thanksgiving night through to 2am on Black Friday because capitalism. 

Something I dont? Working with the general public. People take Starbucks WAY too seriously. Like they’re special for drinking it, special for having a custom drink, special for being a gold card member, special for tipping, special for knowing what a fucking french press is. And because of all this specialness, they feel like they’re entitled to be chucklefucks to baristas, treat the store like shit (get your fucking feet off the chairs) or make unreasonable demands of the staff. All because “the customer is always right”. Again, I blame capitalism. 

General view of the company? Starbucks has fallen into the trap of efficiency and it’s crippled the idea that a well made cup of coffee is the work of a true craftsman. Just look at how people scoff at this blog. “pfft, you’re just a barista, shut up and make my drink” without any consideration that a barista should be held in as high regard as a chef or a mixologist. 

And Starbucks ignores that. They want efficient cogs that are replaceable shift to shift and consistent between stores. I get that, obviously, its the company model but the model sucks, largely because consumers suck. Sure, if I go to a starbucks and order a cup of brewed coffee, it should be relatively the same from store to store. But you know what? If I go to a store and order a flat white, I want the barista to wow me. Give me some personal flare. A flat white should be well made at every store but each should be a testament to that individual baristas style and skill. But individual style in a barista? Not something Starbucks is about. 

And that sucks. I wish Starbucks would do a few things to really improve both the customer and employee experience. 

1) Brick up the drive thrus. Seriously

2) Simplify the menu. Get rid of half the flavor options and seriously limit seasonal drinks. Thats a good start. 

3) Double available training hours and spend a full week on quality and skill before we worry about speed. 

4) Establish a company wide disclaimer that reads “Starbucks drinks are handcrafted by local baristas. While we endeavor to maintain a high level of consistent quality, there will be small variations as a result of personal style. We believe this creates a more authentic experience and feel to our locations. ”

Do I still visit often? Not like I used to. Theres one barista in this metroplex I trust and shes about to quit. I’ll still swing in for the occasional cup of brewed or a black eye but my opinion of the local barista talent is so low, I simply dont trust them to not ruin anything else. 

pointtoesforwhat  asked:

Top 5 inspirations.

1. All those senior ladies and men who refuse to quit after years of hard work until they get the results they want and deserve

2. Everyone who has ever had a serious injury and still comes back to this crazy sport

3. All the underdogs, who’s stories give me hope for my own future results

4. All the teachers who have dedicated their lives to dance, who spend even more time in the studio than us dancers, and are proud of us no matter what the judges think

5. Our parents, who spend thousands a year for lessons, shoes, dresses, wigs, etc. who drive for hours to the next feis. And who love and support us through it all

These are the people who get me though the countless hours of class, through the blood, sweat, and tears. They truly inspire me to do my best and enjoy this passion we all share ❤️🍀


Roy has been to The Oaks so many times over the past few years visiting clients with drug and alcohol abuse issues he really should have his own parking spot. Freddie, aka The Brick with Ears, has now been a reluctant resident of the facility for two days and has issues with the food, the counselors, the group sessions, and with the horse riding therapy. He also hates the carpet in his room.

Freddie: This place is hell. I thought there was supposed to be a 5 star chef? I can’t eat the crap they’ve been serving me! Look! I’m fading away to nothing! And I only want one-on-one counselling, no group therapy. Group therapy sucks big time, man.

Roy: I’ll talk to the director, but I’m pretty sure you have to do both. What is it about the group therapy that you dislike?

Freddie: The worst thing is, that at the end of the session we all have to hug each other.

Roy: You hate hugs? Seriously? Whoa. Who the hell hates hugs?

Freddie: Because I’m so big, everyone always has to stand on tip-toe to hug me. Their arms don’t fit all the way around me. It’s awkward. It makes me feel like a freak. I don’t like feeling like a freak.

Roy: You’re not a freak, Freddie.

: I don’t know, man. People always stop and stare at me on the street.

That would be because you’re famous, Freddie.

Freddie: Are you sure?

Roy: Yup. One hundred percent.

Freddie: Thanks man, you always know how to make me feel better… hey. I nearly forgot to tell you. I made some awesome macrame llama key holders in my art and craft therapy class this morning. Do you want to come and have a look?

Roy: Any other time Freddie, but I’m in a bit of a rush and I really don’t want to hit the peak hour traffic driving back into town…

He talks match results and player ratings with him for a few minutes then slaps him on the shoulder and turns to go, before nearly colliding with a well-preserved strawberry blonde who’s just entering the room.

Roy: Sorry, I…Jesus Christ. ANITA??

Anita: Oh. Shit. Hello, Roy.

Choosing not to have children should not make me feel devalued as a human being.

After reading a few posts written by women who either choose not have children or just don’t want them, I have a few things I’d like to say about it.

I get that most people who follow me won’t agree with any of what I have to say but hey-ho.  I’m not here to please everyone and these are my opinions on the matter.

First off, I would like to point out that I don’t hate women who have kids, I really don’t.  I’m at an age now when most of my friends have at least one child, if not two or three.

But I do have an issue with how myself and other women who choose not to have kids are treated by the majority of mothers that we encounter on a daily basis.

As a result, I felt compelled to write something about it.  I don’t see enough literature out there that represents people like me: a woman in her mid-30’s who isn’t married and who chooses not to have children.

I have listed some of my biggest problems with choosing not to have children.  A lot of these refer to the workplace but some are just the just the usual issues I have on a daily basis. 

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