what i should be doing is grading

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stories from school

The Jellybear Incident of 6th Grade

It’s the sixth grade. Somehow, I had come across a catalogue for the store they bought all the school store crap from. You know, the smelly erasers and dumb keychains that they sell for like a buck apiece. So I somehow got this catalogue, and little old entrepreneur me was like “I should buy something from this and sell it at school for an absurdly high price to gain basically pure profit.” As sixth graders do. So I bought two huge tubs full of these keychains called Jellybears. This is what they look like.

So I bought a metric fuckton of these assholes for about 20 cents a piece. I start selling them at school for a buck fifty. Like I said, pure profit. 6th grade me was brilliant. I broke even in like eight seconds of me whippin these bad boys out at school. Saying these are were a hit is an understatement. They were like a home run triple, or some other sports metaphor. People are buying this shit at lunch time, between classes. Shit, one girl even admitted to selling the ones she bought off me around her neighborhood for like five bucks. I was happy to be the middleman, but I digress. The point is, not only did I gain entrepreneurial skills, I also made a pretty penny. However, a month into my brilliant business, I get a call down to the office.

I had never been called to the office before. I was such a goody two-shoes you wouldn’t believe. This was in a school that boasted like two fights per week. The ratio of cops and administrators to students was like 1:3. And there were 1700 people at this school. That’s a whole lot of authority figures for a whole lot of miscreants and ne’er-do-wells. And here I was, reading large pretentious books and wearing polo shirts, with a gigantic backpack and in an advanced math class. I was, and still am, a lame weeny. Just wanted to put that in perspective.

Anyway, I was called down to the office that day. Literally shaking in the huge chair they had for me, facing down the terrifying vice-principal, she pulled out a Jellybear.

It was the DIVA one, if I’m not mistaken. I was then given a good lecture about how I’m not allowed to sell things on campus without explicit permission, yadda yadda, the whole spiel. Except I felt there was something fishy about the whole thing. Maybe it was how she held the Jellybear in her hand, perhaps it was the way she confiscated the rest of them. 

After asking around with the intense gossip network of middle school, I discovered the real reason the administration confiscated the Jellybears.

They had reason to suspect I was filling them with vodka.

They had reason to suspect that I, the tiny, stupid haired, braces-clad sixth grader who played a tuba bigger than she was was the head of a sophisticated alcohol distributing cartel in which I punctured and drained the goop from cute keychains, refilled them with straight vodka with a syringe, sealed them off with no trace, and sold them around school.

I’m not sure if I’m flattered that they assumed me capable of that sort of espionage, or insulted that they thought me dumb enough to sell middle schoolers straight vodka for A BUCK FIFTY. 

really who did they think i was i was in advanced math for petes sake.

How I relate to Hamilton Songs

Me: I am not throwing away my shot
Also me: *throws crippled paper* *misses* Gdi.

Me: *should be doing essay*
Me: John Jay got sick after writing five….
Me: Same.

Me: *looks at Daveed Diggs*

Me: I should listen to other music now….
Me: *looks at Hamilton Soundtrack*
Me: Lord, show me how to say no to this.

Me: *cooking*
Me: I hope that you burn.

Me: *goes on hiatus on roleplay blogs*
Me: *comes back* WHAT DID I MISS

Me: *looks at grades*
Me: B?
Me: I will never be satisfied.

Friend: *talks about basic shit*
Me: *puts hand on her lips*
Me: Lemme offer you some free advice.
Me: Talk less, smile more.

Me: *during Confession*
Priest: What sin have you done, child?
Me: First of all, bear in mind….
Me: Hate the sin, love the sinner.

Friend: *makes stupid decision*
Me: You must be out of your G O D D A M N  M I N D

I have been grading math homework and quizzes for the last couple of years, working with a number of professors and graduate teaching assistants, and I see students making the same mistakes over and over again. I hear the same complaints from other professors, GTAs, and graders. I thought I would throw out some advice that might help your grades, or at least endear you to the person in charge of them.

I think these tips will apply to any class in which you turn in problem sets on a regular basis, and you might be able to apply some of this to things like lab reports, but I am mostly focusing on undergrad-level math, computational or proof-based. I hope it goes without saying, but first and foremost you should do what your instructor, not a stranger on the internet, tells you to do.

So, if I am grading your homework, here is what I would like you to do:


The harder it is for me to grade, the less points you are likely to get. That’s not just me being spiteful - if I don’t see your answer to a problem, I can’t read your handwriting, or I don’t understand how you got from point a to point z, it is going to be very hard for me to award you points. I try to be generous, as do most people I know, but we can only do so much for you.


What are you trying to accomplish in these assignments? How do you do that?

 - You are trying to practice the course material to get a better understanding. So, do all the work assigned to you, and don’t just copy it from your friend (we can tell) or a solutions manual (we can really tell)

- You are trying to communicate to me (and to yourself!) that you understand the course material. I don’t need to see all of your scratch work or first attempts, but I need to see how you arrived at your answer, and I need to know what your answer is. I urge you to type or neatly rewrite your finished assignment before you turn it in. Please highlight your answers with a box, a circle, or some other indicator. If you’re writing a proof, start with “Proof:” and end with “QED” or a tombstone (or even a smiley face!) so I know what I’m supposed to be evaluating. Your work should be readable - in terms of handwriting, spacing, and yes, even grammar. It should follow a logical order so that someone reading it can understand what you’re doing. Explain your steps if you think you need to. And if a problem tells you to use a certain formula, theorem, or method, use it.

 - You are trying to learn from your mistakes. Of course this varies from grader to grader, but in general, we spend a lot of time giving you feedback, so please write something!!! I can’t help you if you don’t even attempt a problem. And for what it’s worth, while this isn’t true of everyone, a lot of people (myself included) will almost never give 0 points if it looks like an honest attempt has been made. If you have no idea what to do with a problem and it’s the last minute, it might be worth it to write down what you’re confused about - “I thought I could do this using integration by parts, but I couldn’t work out what to use for u and dv” is something I can respond to, and hopefully give you some help!


Most of the time, I can and will take off points for style. Some instructors have a certain number of points worked into their grading rubric for style. Here are some suggestions!

 - Staple your f&*%ing homework!!!!! No, do not fold over the corner. Don’t tape several sheets together. Staple it. With an actual, metal staple.
   –> It never hurts to write your name on every page, and number your pages as well. Just make it as hard as possible for me to lose a page.

 - Do not turn in paper with those spiral-bound frills on the edge. Most spiral-bound notebooks are perforated, so tear along the perforation! Otherwise, please use printer paper, loose-leaf binder paper, or really anything else…

 - …anything except neon pink paper. I’m only saying this because it’s in my grading pile right now and I am dreading it. Use conventional paper!!!! I don’t care much about the ruling, but it should be white, or very nearly. Yellow legal pad paper is pushing it. Engineering paper is fine.

 - And on that note, please write in a conventional color. Black, blue, gray, or very near those colors. It should be dark. It should be readable. It should definitely not be red. I personally don’t grade in red, but a lot of people do, and regardless of that, it is hard to read large chunks of red text.

 - I know I said this already, but: rewrite your homework. Seriously. If it is anything but straightforward computations, it is going to get messy, and fast. Do your scratch work on a separate sheet of paper, and then write up a final copy with everything you want me to see, and nothing you don’t.
   –> If you can, type it! Here is a post by @munirastudies to get you started with LaTeX, which is very useful for typesetting technical and symbol-heavy text. The benefit to typing your homework is that it’s easy to go back and edit!

That’s all I have for now! Please feel free to message me with any questions or suggestions you have! I hope this is helpful to someone :)

edit: here are suggestions other people added! [x]

Instruments as sayings from our band director
  • Flute: if I kill you, will you be more in tune?
  • Clarinet: If I had a dollar for every time the second chair clarinet squeaks in rehearsal, I would be God
  • Saxophone: Do you know what a C# is? I feel like I'm talking to a hedgehog
  • Trombone: Oh, you messed up that chord. What if I messed up your grade for this class?
  • Trumpet: If only our band was as big as a trumpet's ego
  • French Horn: Why can't you just pay attention? I'm a pretty person, that should be enough
  • Percussion: I could replace you with monkeys and I would get the same quality of music, but more entertainment
  • Guitar: You belong in a baguette shop
The Sister of my Alpha ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Being Scott’s little sister and seeing Liam behind his back.

Pairing: Liam x Reader

Word  Count: 470

Warning: Just a quick blowie

TAGGED: @crysxtal @dunbarkiss @kirsty-lou666 @emo-chick-59-stuff @xxshewollfxx @horror-movies-and-disney @kittencutie245 @thejulietfarciertlove @jwowwluv @jkjk-h @migirl323

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AU PROMPTS (based on my senior year thus far)

‘i got a bottom locker and you’re the person who has the locker above mine, now you only refer to me as “bottom” even though ive repeatedly told you i most certainly am not’ AU

‘im rly bad at giving presentations, sorry you’re stuck being my partner’ AU

‘thank you so much for being my partner, i couldn’t have passed without you’ AU

‘youre the mom friend of the group and im the dad friend of the group, i think we should get together, y'know for the kids’ AU

‘im the kid who never pays attention in class and youre the one who always gives me the answer when the teacher calls on me’ AU

‘you and I always get the same grades on tests, do we have the same brain or something?’ AU

'youre always making fun of me and im not sure if its flirting or what’ AU

'youre the only one in our friend group who doesn’t make fun of me, thanks for that’ AU

'wow, i had no idea someone could be this clumsy oh- hey- what did you even trip on right then?’ AU

'you and i are the only two who don’t have fb and therefore are unable to group chat, but fuck that, fb sucks’ AU

⚠ Potions ⚠

Recently I have been seeing a lot of people interested in potions, which usually wouldn’t be a problem (as there are many potions not intended for consumption).

More alarmingly I have seen a lot of people interested in adding potions to people’s drink while they aren’t looking!!

This is very very alarming and should NEVER be done.

Not only do you not know whether someone is allergic to something in the potion, you also don’t know what medication this person is taking and how what you are giving them is going to interact with it.

Beyond this, it is a very violating thing to be thinking of doing. It shouldn’t matter whether you want them to fall in love with you or to get good grades.

You should NEVER give something to someone in food or drink without their expressed knowledge, EVER!!

The act of adding something to someone’s drink without their knowledge could be considered an illegal act in some countries or states.

I would have assumed that this would be common knowledge, yet apparently it isn’t.

Please spread the word, this is becoming an increasing problem for newbies as they try to emulate fantasy magick and potions from TV, Movies and Books and is incredibly dangerous.

all the study tips!!

1. make an exam/test schedule - plan out when, what, and for how long you should study for the test. try to start studying one week in advance from the exam.

2. make a to-do-list - making a to-do-list is really helpful for me, especially if you have any after-school activities. i would record homework with due dates the closest to the current date, and other tasks that i need to finish that need to be finished the soonest

3. your mental health is more important than your grades - if you need to take a day off of studying, do whatever you have to to get better. you should always be your top priority.

4. set realistic goals - i remember this year in my family and consumer sciences class, we were taught to set “S.M.A.R.T” goals - “specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, time-based” goals. one example of setting a S.M.A.R.T goal is somethign along the lines of “i want to have my homework finished by 6:00 p.m. everyday for 2 weeks straight.”

5. improving your concentration - make sure that there is no noise to distract you while studying, but if listening to music while studying is the best help for you, be my guest. set reasonable time limits for each portion of the task and also for completing the final project.

6. falling behind - if you got sick, or you’ve scheduled too much at once, or you just weren’t really up to going to school, falling behind and catching up can be physical hell. what i do to catch up is i try to level with all my teachers and to see if they can allow me to have one extra day to finish all my assignments ive missed.

7. stop procrastinating - okay okay listen, i know it could be frustrating to have your phone on your desk and to not have the constant notifications, but still, studying is more important than the freaking kardashians.

8. environment visuals - start with cleaning up, and maybe doing a little rearrangement to your study space. this was the best thing i could’ve possibly done, and i made the study space smell great with a mint smell

9. watch videos - watching videos is very useful when you don’t understand a theory.

10. want to study - think about WHY you want to study. do you want a better, higher grade or is it because you want to pass the subject. Once you figure out the reason why, it’ll be easier to get your motivation back. :))


i really, really hope this will get you back into your studying groove <3

study buddies!!

(original network post here)

this is the next update regarding the studyblr 2017 network: I paired everyone (i. e. 400 people, I spent so much time on this hahaha kill me) up with their study buddy! So, while I set up the network page and add every member into the network list, you can start talking with your study buddy! Click on “keep reading” to access the study buddy list :) To everybody who missed the deadline: soon we’ll have another application process, so don’t worry, and tell me if I should notify you when it’s time!

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Part of Your World

Submitted by: dylanobrienstyler (prev holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight)

Description: ‘My kid is in your class and you called me in for a parent-teacher conference and I don’t know what she did but she didn’t learn it from me and wait what do you mean you think she should skip a grade AU’ stolen from this list (x) aka fluffy cute times followed by shameless smut

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, AU

Rating: MA

Author’s Note: Previously posted on my blog last year - figured it couldn’t hurt to have it up here too. Hope you enjoy!

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So you’re having a fabulous time, going about your daily business and then you get a text from your friend all like “ready for the test tomorrow?” and you’re like CRAP and 100% go into panic mode.

What do you do now?

Nothing will replace deliberate planned study, but don’t stress - there are a few things you can do to save your grade.

1. Make a cheat sheet

Even if you aren’t allowed to bring it into the test, a cheat sheet allows you to study AND helps you figure out which areas are the most important for the test - i.e. what you should spend the most time studying.

Basically go through your notes/textbook and write down the main topics, and fill in anything that you think is important, or anything that is highlighted/bolded/etc. Try to fit this all onto one page - it really forces you to consider what is important and what the minor details are. 

2. Prepare flashcards

If you have a wordy subject, or a test where you have to memorize definitions, this can work really well. Write your terms on one side of each card, and a short description on the back. The key thing here is to use them to test yourself. Don’t look at the answer before you’ve thought about it for a sufficient time. Put the most difficult ones in a separate pile and review those the most.

3. Make mnemonics

This technique is commonly used to remember words/phrases etc.

e.g. to remember the order of the planets, My Very Expensive Muffin Just Smells Unbearably Nasty might be easier to remember than MVEMJSUN or Mercury Venus Earth Mars Jupiter Saturn Uranus Neptune.

Have some fun with this & be creative.

4. Quiz yourself

This is a really effective way to learn in a short period of time. If you don’t have access to past tests, you can easily make your own. Look through your textbook or notes and find things that you think could be asked on the test. Then turn these into questions and make your own quiz papers.

Do one test, grade it and identify where you can improve. Then study these areas and take another test. Rinse and repeat!

If you are having particular difficulties with one area, include variations of the same questions in your next tests so you can continue practicing.

5. Get some sleep

Studying is great and all but if you have stayed up all night and are half asleep during the test you aren’t going to be very effective. Even a couple hours is better than nothing.

6. Review before the test

Whoever said it is bad to study right before a test is a total liar. If you have half an hour to spare beforehand, test yourself with some flashcards, or review your cheat sheet. Don’t go over anything new, just focus on remembering the things you covered mastered the night before. 

If there was a particular definition you really struggled with, read that right before you start the test and write it down as soon as you are allowed to pick up your pen.


Ever had one of these days where you just can’t get work done, and the smallest thing becomes suddenly very interesting? Because same. That’s literally me, all the time. So here’s a few tips to stop procrastinating, or, at least, to do some productive procrastination.


1. Find what motivates you

Is it a good grade? Or knowing it helps you reach your goal of becoming whatever you want to become? Or just the feeling of being productive? Define what motivates you, write it down somewhere, and keep it in sight.

2. Prepare your work space

First, clean your desk (or whatever you work on) by removing any unnecessary things from it (I strongly advise you put them where they should be right away, but if you don’t feel like it, your bed will do). Take out everything you need for what you need to do (pens, highlighters, notebooks, whatever) and get a bottle of water (because hydration is super important). If you want, also get a few snacks (try to avoid things that easily spill or stain, you want your school supplies to stay clean).

3. Put yourself in good working conditions

Open the curtains if you like to work in natural light, put on some nice background music, open the window, turn on the light, anything that helps you feel comfortable.

4. Set a Pomodoro timer

That way, you stay focused on your work, you can take small breaks to do whatever, and you’re more productive.

5. Start working

I promise it’s not as bad as you think. Avoid thinking negative things such as “this assignment sucks” or “this is so useless, why do I even have to do that”, because you’ll just be more reluctant to do what you have to do anyways. So, go for it, with positive thoughts, and it’ll be done in no time!


This is what I do when I really can’t put myself to work. It happens to all of us, and it’s okay (except if your assignment is due tomorrow, then get off Tumblr and go do what you have to do). The concept of “productive procrastination” is all about still learning things without using the traditional school way (aka, making me not feel bad about doing nothing all day). If you really can’t (like really) get yourself to work, find another way. Watch educational YouTube videos, read books about your subject, watch movies and TV shows that relate to what you’re supposed to be studying. Like, I don’t know, if you’re studying the Vietnam War, watch Full Metal Jacket (even if you’re not studying the Vietnam War, watch this movie, it’s great). Do something that has something to do with what you’re studying.


Did you spend your day doing nothing? Like, literally, nothing? That’s not brilliant, but don’t feel too bad about it. It’s okay, you’re human and you’re not perfect. So, forgive yourself, move on, and try to do better tomorrow. Studying on a daily basis can be really hard if you’re not used to it. Give yourself some time, and you’ll get better at it. In a few weeks, you’ll feel perfectly okay with studying, and it won’t be something annoying anymore! 

Teachers and Parents
  • "Why did you give my child a failing grade?"
  • "I don't remember desks being this small when I was here."
  • "Do you know what your child did in class today?"
  • "I don't give out detention lightly."
  • "What did they do now?"
  • "I'm sorry, I've been working steadily and haven't been paying as much attention as I should have."
  • "Being a single parent is hard..."
  • "Can you go to the school? I just got a call from the teacher."
  • "Can I pick up their homework?"
  • "I hate to bother you with this but..."
  • "I think your child is falling behind."
  • "I just want to tell you how impressed I am."
  • "Can we meet somewhere to talk about this?"
  • "Your child is struggling a little in math."
  • "Keeping an eye on them can be a challenge."
  • "They're doing exceptionally well.
  • "How many students do you have?"
  • "We have to be careful with what's brought into the classroom."
  • "I'm sorry they're being a problem."
  • "What is the home situation like?"
  • "Free time is important to development."
  • "Teenage years are hard."
  • "I got called here from work for THIS?"
  • "Bullying is something we take very seriously."
  • "I have some great news for you."
  • "The play is in three weeks."
  • "There was a bit of a scare today..."
  • "This won't happen again. I'm sorry you had to deal with it."
  • "Finals are coming soon and everyone is studying."
  • "As you can see, we take a different approach to learning."
  • "I help them out as best I can."
  • "We're looking for chaperones."
What Happens Next? (a Poe Party story)

Author’s Note:  I’ve never written fan-fiction before, and I’ve never had anyone read my fiction that wasn’t grading it.  So yeah.  You’ve been warned.

“You have the sage?”


“And the lavender?”

“Yes Edgar”, quipped Lenore.

“And I have the candles” Poe muttered, almost to himself, “Are you sure that’s all Krishanti said to use?”

Lenore rolled her eyes.  Edgar was toeing that fine line between over-prepared nervousness and judging her memory.  But it made sense.  This was a big night.

The doorbell rang.

“What is that rap-“

“No”, Lenore interrupted.  She didn’t want to go through that again.  It had been only a week since the dinner party; the events were still fresh in her mind.  Being stuck here for eternity was bad enough without him spouting the same self-aggrandizing quotes.

Poe opened the front door where two familiar frames, (not door frames, though that one was extremely familiar to him as well).  The debonair fellow who would only be considered appropriately dressed in his own imagination, and the suave individual who only last week had assumed that you could hunt a wild boar in a residential neighborhood.  

“Ernest, Oscar!  I am so glad that you accepted my invitation.  I hope that this night will be more fruitful than our last gala.”

“My dear Edgar, even ’Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque’ was more fruitful than our last gala.”  Wilde sauntered into the parlor, swiftly noting the new arrangement of furniture.  A small table in the center, and four chairs surrounding it in the cardinal directions.

“So what exactly are we doing tonight, Poe?  I’m not sure if I could stomach another ‘murder mystery’”.  Once again, Hemingway’s hand digs into his coat to find that familiar flask.

“We’re going to bring them back”, Poe responds, in that air of mystery that always seems to surround him.

The scotch exited Hemingway’s mouth in an elegant spray.  Even Wilde seemed to be speechless, which was decidedly a first for him.

“So, I’ve been chatting with Krishanti, and we’ve worked out a way to bring them all back.  Not like, to life or anything, just bring back their spirits and bind them here.  Like me!”

“And you’re okay with that?” Hemingway had regained some composure from another swig, but was still warily viewing his host.

“Well, the company would be a nice change of pace, and it’s the least I can do since I…invited them…and they………”

“‘Died’ or ‘were murdered’, either one of those are what you’re looking for.”  You would think that being such an eloquent writer, Poe would be better at finding the right words.

“‘Died’, yes, let’s go with ‘died’.  Anyways, Lenore has kindly acted as a conduit to Krishanti who has given me all of the instructions on how to bring them back.  Unfortunately, I could not do it by myself, so I figured if anyone would be able to help, it would be you two.”

“Well, we might as well.  It would be such a bore to have come all this way and not have something overly dramatic happen.”  Wilde swoons and gracefully lands on one of the chairs around the table.  If anything overly dramatic was going to happen that night, it was more than likely to be caused by him.

“I’m always up for a new adventure.  Good thing I came prepared.”  Hemingway sat opposite of Wilde, pulling a tumbler and a full bottle of scotch from his jacket.  Poe and Lenore took their seats as Hemingway finished a triple in preparation for the seance.  

Poe lit the candles and placed them equally around the table.  Sprigs of lavender and sage were shaped into a ring at the center.  A single volume of work by each of the late authors was placed inside the circle.  A slight gust of wind made the candles flicker.  

“I have the rules written here, and I will need everyone to follow them as we progress this evening.  Apparently, if we mess this up we may…accidentally either die, or sacrifice our souls to the abyss.”

“As long as I stay beautiful, I don’t care what happens to me.”  Lenore nodded in agreement.

“So let us begin.  We must all join hands.”  Oscar wiped his with a pristine handkerchief while Ernest rubbed his down the front of his jacket.  If they were going to all hold hands, they should at least be dry.

“Spirits of the realm, hear me”, Poe’s baritone resonating with the house itself.  “I am an acolyte of the mother goddess, Krishanti Ravenwolf, who has joined your assembly in the beyond.”  Oscar looked at Lenore; she shrugged in response.  “Answer our call.  We mean you no harm.”  


“Give us a sign.”  A tapping was heard at the window, as a bell chimed, muffled by distance.

“At least someone’s here,” noted Hemingway as he used both his and Lenore’s hand to pour another drink.  

“Spirits, upon the table we have fragments of your souls, volumes of your works that you have poured your very lives into.  We ask that you take these words that you so masterfully crafted, and use them to join us on the terrestrial plane.”

Before their very eyes, the copy of Murder on the Orient Express began to rise.  It floated away from the table, and as it moved, a shape began to form around it.  The late Agatha Christie appeared, clutching her story.

“Thank you”, she said with a voice that did not seem to come from her.

One by one, the books rose.  Crime and Punishment was found in the arms of a worn man in a tattered coat.  Frankenstein seemed to crackle with electricity while being held by it’s Prometheus.  A selection of poems quietly shuffled off to a corner, it’s owner barely noticeable.  Adam Bede was held by a familiar figure, who’s mustache did nothing to hide her from her friends.  Little Women came to be clutched in the arms of a petit poet with an irresistible smile.  The Invisible Man seemed to be held by the titular being until goggles began to form.  It seemed that they were all there.

“But what about…?” Oscar said quietly, in a voice of compassion and concern.  He looked at his host, his friend, one who had lost so much.

And there it was.  A rock upon the table.  It had been cleaned after last week’s fiasco, though only Edward knew it’s true significance.  It was hers.  The loving, the radiant, the sweet Annabel Lee.  The quartet continued to hold hands, and it seemed that the spirits around them had gathered a circle of their own.

They waited.


Then, the rock shook.  Everyone staring fixedly at the small sedimentary spectacle.  Slowly, cautiously, it began to rise.  It was held in the hands of what looked to be a goddess.  Her strawberry hair caressing her shoulders.  Her simple smile was enough to warm any heart.  Edgar and Hemingway looked up in devotion and admiration.

“We ask that you stay with us, oh spirits, that you may continue your work.”  The circle broke, and all of the specters remained.  It seemed like the manor would now be host to a very spirited group.

Color Blind

The classic “when you meet your soulmate you see color” au, but with a twist. Because what if meeting them isn’t enough - what if you need to realise that they’re your soulmate for it to take effect?

Stiles is in third grade when he falls in love with Lydia Martin. And he knows it’s love, he really does, because when she briefly meets his eye across the playground one innocuous Tuesday the world around him blossoms into color.

He sees the shade of her hair for the first time, not quite orange, not quite red (strawberry blonde, he would settle on later, after encountering both colors separately) and the green of her eyes, as bright as the grass beneath her blue shoes. Stiles looks at Lydia and sees color, and it is beautiful.

Scott frowns when he tells him, like he doesn’t understand. “What do you mean you see color? Aren’t we too young for that?”

Stiles waves off his concerns and goes back to rifling through the classroom crayon supply, which suddenly holds a whole new world of possibilities. Some of them are still in black and white, and some are just sort of shades of grey, but some are vibrant colors and Stiles knows that’s more than most of the other kids can see so he’s happy.

He picks out the ones that look closest to Lydia’s colors and sketches a rough drawing of her. He’s not the best artist, but just seeing the colors on the page makes his heart race.

He catches her just before the end of the day. “Lydia!” he calls as she neatly tucks her pencils into their case. He can see that she’s got a red one and a blue one, and another color he can’t think of the name of, and he wonders if she sees them too.

She blinks up at him as he skids to a stop in front of her desk. “Yes?”

“I drew this for you.”

She takes the drawing and he waits with baited breath for her response. She glances over it before rolling her green eyes back to Stiles’ face. “What is it?”

“It’s… uh…” Now that he’s here in front of her, admitting that he’d drawn her seems like a creepy thing to do. He can see Scott wincing sympathetically across the room. Stiles finally settles on, “It’s in color. Don’t you see?”

Lydia scowls. “No, I don’t see.”

His heart drops, because this is not how the stories go. In the stories, when you meet your soulmate your whole world suddenly changes, and you start to see color. Because they’re your soulmate, they see color too. You look at each other, and you see color, and it’s beautiful. That’s what happened with Stiles’ parents, that’s what happens in all the stories of true love Stiles has ever heard.

But Stiles sees color, and Lydia doesn’t.

This doesn’t make sense.

Stiles is very lost when he asks, “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t.” Lydia eyes him warily, glancing from the drawing to his face and back again. “Why, do you?”

“Uh… I… um…”

When he doesn’t give her a straight answer, she pins him under a very scrutinising stare. For a second Stiles swears that she’s seeing it too, that she knows exactly what he’s talking about, but then she silently pushes the paper back towards him.

Stiles feels like he might cry. “Keep it,” he says quietly. “I drew it for you.”

He turns to head back to Scott before she can reply, and his friend offers him a consolatory pat on the back.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

Stiles shrugs. “Eh. At least I can see color now.”

Scott nods. “And at least she kept the drawing.”

Stiles spins so fast he almost falls over. He turns just in time to see Lydia tucking the paper into her bag behind her pencil case. Both are pink.

Stiles grins. It might take a little bit longer, but he knows that one day Lydia is going to look at him and see something more than grey.

#educhums Help Needed.

I am teaching a new class called Modern Literature starting this semester. I would like to incorporate student blogging as a major part of this class, but I have some questions:

1. What site do you use for student blogging?
2. What rubric do you use for scoring?
3. Do you give your students a focus for each post or do you let them decide?
4. Do you give a grade for commenting/ interacting with other blogs? Is there a rubric for that?
5. Do you give class time for blogging?
6. Anything else I should be considering?

I remember going to Weday and hearing this story about a really successful woman who was actually homeless throughout highschool and faced great adversities but still managed to get high grades and a full scholarship. And I had turned to my friend after that was done like to hesitantly say how inspiring it was and my friend basically said what I wanted to say- which was that hearing these types of stories makes you feel like shit. the fact people can excel in such poor conditions means that we, living the comforts of middle class, shouldn’t have any problems doing the same, in fact we should be succeeding that much more. but these are like extreme cases and it really made me think about how we spend our time applauding these rare individuals for navigating a broke unfair system without paying attention to the real problem. how we should look to them and give ourselves encouragement for enduring the corruption we face from capitalism rather than oppose it. popularizing these types of stories also policies people’s desire to resist, like its trying to ‘hey these people had it much worse than you and still made it what the hell is your excuse -youre just lazy and want everything catered to you’. and its frustrating because sometimes i’m just like well is that rhetoric really all that wrong? maybe it is me and my own shortcomings rather than the system? it’s hard to differentiate between the two


Yoona X Reader
Word Count: 2181
Rated: smut, girlxgirl

A/N: The anon asker didn’t specify whether the reader should be female or male, but since I’m a female I’ll write it as girlxgirl. 

Originally posted by la-rosa-del-sur

You huffed, trudging up the four flights of stairs to your apartment. It was going to be a long night for you. Your students English exam was soon and you, as their teacher, had many papers to grade and many plans to make to help the last few students who were a bit behind catch up. You wanted all of your students to do well on this exam, you knew what a big deal these exams were to them and to their future and you wanted to make sure they had the best shot possible. Finally, you reached your landing. You trudged to apartment number 367 and sighed in content when the lock clicked and your door swung open. There was a nice bottle of wine calling your name and you thought you might need at least half of it to make it through these papers.

Sliding your shoes off, you padded towards your small kitchen. You’d just placed your bags down on the island when a soft “fancy seeing you here” trilled out from behind you

You jumped no less than six feet in the air before the person who’d spoke wound their arms around you. You sighed in relief. You knew these arms.

“Yoona?” you whispered against her hair. “What are you doing here?”

Your girlfriend had been gone for months, busy with her idol life of promotions, performances, and variety shows. You two had swore you’d keep in touch every day, call at least twice a week, FaceTime at least once. For the first few weeks it seemed feasible, and you’d listened to her talk about her face paced life with joy. Quickly, though, you felt yourself falling behind. “How was your day?” She’d ask, and you’d answer with the same thing every day. “This student was misbehaving but it was good! Test tomorrow! You?” You felt you werent’t fast or exciting enough to keep up with her anymore. She was around beautiful people every day, doing the same thing she loved, supporting her more than you ever could. It didn’t matter for long, though, since less than two months in the calls started dying off. Scheduled FaceTime sessions were nonexistent, your calls were reduced to empty conversations with her answering machine. Texts dwindled and lately, less than six months since she’d left, you were lucky to get a text at all. The last text you’d gotten from her had been four days ago. You were in this too deep to quit though, and you refused to end it until she did.

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starsinmyeyes96  asked:

Hi, I've been recently thinking about if should continue to write or not. What's discouraging me is that the writing I do for essays and the grades I get for them. It makes me feel like I must not a very good writer. How do I overcome these feelings? I want to stop feeling this way.

I’m going to assume these are essays for school and you are required to write them and you can’t always choose the topic or set the deadlines. I’m also going to assume you do not aspire to be an essay writer for a living.

What’s required of a good essay, opinion piece or argumentative essay differs greatly from what you need to write fiction. So take heart there. 

Being forced to write something that does not move you is not always the best way to learn. Maybe for some people in some situations it is. Sometime, an experienced writer in one genre/format/medium can learn from stretching themselves to another. But that’s not a requirement for being a writer. Being able to push through difficulties, though, is a skill we all need to improve. 

My first bit of advice is to separate your school writing from your personal writing. You are allowed to live and write as though they are completely unrelated. Ignore that last grade and write what your heart desires. 

My second piece of advice is to pay attention to what is being said about your essay writing. Maybe talk about it with your teacher. Are they criticisms of form/format? Are you not backing up your thesis? Are there spelling or grammatical mistakes? Each of these things can be fixed. And while it won’t keep you from writing fiction, even good fiction, learning how to diagnose and fix issues for your own self-editing is a desirable talent to nourish. 

As always, you might find some useful guidance in our tags

Don’t give up on your personal writing. It’s all yours and the world can probably get by without another essay or opinion piece, but it cannot get by without stories.

– mod Aliya