what is a college education

On subsequent viewings, I’ve come to believe that the big issue with Zootopia isn’t that it functions as an apologia for racial bigotry, but that it’s operating on a fundamentally incorrect notion of what racial bigotry actually is.

Speaking as a college-educated, upper middle class white dude, what I often see among my peers - and I’m not going to claim I’ve never fallen into this trap myself - is a pervasive notion that racism is a rational response to an incorrect understanding of the world. That is, it starts with being given bad information - say, that a particular group is naturally violent - and the actual practice of racism springs from operating under the resulting honest misconception.

Watching the film again, I’m struck that the entire second half of the plot only makes sense if this is how you think racism works. The citywide racial panic that forms the second-act climax doesn’t boil over until Judy inadvertently furnishes the mob with a rational justification for their prejudice, and upon the discovery of empirical evidence that refutes that justification, the tension evaporates more or less immediately.

At a charitable reading, Zootopia suffers from a sort of short-sighted utopianism - i.e., the idea that racism could be cured if only people would understand a few things about how the world works. Less charitably… well, there’s a couple of reasons that this understanding of how racial bigotry works is so popular among my particular peer group.

First off, it diminishes personal culpability for racism in practice, allowing one to say: “my actions were reasonable in light of my understanding of the situation - I’d simply been given bad facts.”

More perniciously, however - and this is a big part of the reason it’s so attractive to the college crowd - is that it allows one to hold up one’s education as a shield against allegations of racism. “I can’t possibly be racist,” the defence goes, “racism is born of ignorance and I’m not ignorant. I have a piece of paper to prove it!”

I’m not saying that this is necessarily a calculated stance on the film’s part, but given the obvious target demographic of most of the background jokes, I’m wouldn’t rule it out, either.

Little Library Girl ; (Jungkook x Reader)

Description: Jungkook is the star quarterback of his college, but he has to keep his grades up in order to continue to play.  With calculus being his hardest subject, he is tutored by Y/n, someone who is the complete opposite of him.  With stress rising with the upcoming championship, his feelings for Y/n are making things much more complicated.  Take the glory of football, a little library girls, and throw in a malicious opponent… you’ve got a whole lot of trouble.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

Word Count: 5,083


“Okay, so here are all of the books I could check out here at the library and I bought a couple from Barnes and Noble.  We should be all set!” Y/n said, dumping the books on the table in front of Jungkook.

Scattered on the table were several calculus books.  He pushed them around so that he could see every single one of them, picking them up and sarcastically reading the titles, one in particular catching his eye, “Calculus For Dummies.” he gave her a quick glare before dropping it on the table.

Y/n shrugged, “Take what you get.  You asked for my help and this is what you get.”

“I’m so over college and studying and education in general.” Jungkook complained, heavily throwing his head back, his hands running through his hair.

Lightly smacking the back of his head to bring him back to focus, she took her seat next to him and opened up the book closest to her.  Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, groaning as he leaned forward and scooted closer to her.  They were sat in the back corner of the local library studying as they had every day for the past quarter.

Jungkook was leaned in close, his arm brushing against hers as he listened to her start to walk him through how they were going to study for the Calc-107 course mid-term.  The two of them had started working together at the beginning of the school year to make sure Jungkook kept his grades up for football season and now it was time for him to start preparing for his final and Y/n was determined to make sure he got a good score.

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Day 3 of the #universi-tea challenge and today’s prompt is “what’s in your bag?”

I’m not in school yet (I start mid September) but I think I have a pretty good idea of what I’ll probably be carrying around for the most part. This is primarily based on what I had in my bag last year and also what I’ve heard people say they carry in their college backpack.

  • Macbook Air 13” + charger (I plan on mostly using this to take notes, any other stationary would be for classes with more diagrams/drawings and/or revising my notes) 
  • Pencil case
    • Zebra multi-pen
    • Muji gel pens
    • Pilot Frixion gel pens (for using w/Rocketbook)
    • Zebra mildliners
    • Prismacolor eraser
    • BIC wite-out tape
  • Folder + extra paper (both lined and blank paper) 
  • Rocketbook notebook 
  • Paperian Brilliant planner 
  • Flashdrive 
  • Earbuds 
  • Phone + charger 
  • Handkerchiefs 
  • Wallet 
  • Lip balm 
  • Water bottle 
  • Snack 
  • Sunglasses + case 
  • Mints
Bat-Aunt: Part 5

Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life would have changed, with a little sister

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


The knock on the door pulls you out of your paperwork just long enough to say, “Come in.”

    Your pen only stops scrawling your signature when Barry Allen’s head pops in the door. “This a bad time?”

    You shake your head, and lay your pen down, “Not at all Mr. Allen. Please come in.” He does, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from you. Leaning back in your chair you ask, “How bad is it?”

    “They covered their tracks well. It was a pro. Left behind some things, but nothing I could get my hands on. GCPD took everything, and didn’t take too kindly to me being here. I think a call is probably going out to my chief.”
     You scowl, “They won’t make that call if they know what’s good for them. Wayne Enterprises donates more to the GCPD than anyone else. That comes with special perks.”

    Barry raises an eyebrow, and you wince, “That came out worse than it sounds. I only mean that whoever broke in took a very dangerous, and expensive material. One that could cause a lot of harm, I need it found.”

    He smiles, “For the good of Gotham, or before your brother sees the news and tries to get out of bed?”

    “Mixture of both to be honest. He’s been gone a week and the underground has taken notice, things are starting to look bad, and I’m not sending Richard out by himself. No matter how much he begs.”

    “What if I went with him? He knows the city, and I could use the help.”

You bite your lip, “Are you sure?”

He smiles, “I already took the week off. Might as well have some fun.”

You smile, “Then at the very least, I owe you lunch.”

You expect him to fight you on it, instead he says, “As long as it’s not some fancy restaurant with small portions … I need the calories.”

You smile and grab your purse, before walking out with him. You smile at Hilda, “I’m leaving for the night. Mr. Allen was kind enough to agree to have dinner with me.”

She smiles, “Have fun Ms. Wayne.”     Without another word the two of you make you way to the garage. He stares at your car as you unlock it remotely.

“Someone’s got expensive taste.”

You smile, “You’re not the only one who likes to go fast.”

He smiles and climbs in. You navigate the streets of Gotham like a pro. You’d been driving these streets since you were fifteen, and you were fairly certain that you could do it blindfolded.

You pull up in front of a diner, and as you pull into a parking space you realize just how out of place your car looks. You can’t bring yourself to care. Instead you walk into the diner like you own the place, and in a way, you do. You’d been coming to this diner for as long as you can remember.

First it had been Bruce who’d brought you. Once a week, he had persuaded Alfred to drive the two of you into the city to this place where your parents had taken him. He’d been determined to keep up the tradition. Bruce had ordered the same thing every time while you had worked your way through the menu countless times.

The owner knew you better than most of your friends. He always made sure to welcome you personally. It was the same for the regulars. The people who ate here were good, hardworking people. They never asked for anything, and whenever some outsider tried to take your picture they put a stop to it.

They treated you like a regular person and you loved it. Because of their dedication, the paparazzi had yet to find out about this place. It was one of your few safe havens.

When everyone greets you by name, Barry just smiles, and follows you to your usual booth. After a minute he asks, “Come here often?”

You smile, “At least once a week from the time I was three. Bruce insisted. When I turned sixteen, I started waiting tables here. Lew taught me how to run a business. I worked here until I was eighteen, when I took over at Wayne Enterprises.”

“What about college?”

You shrug, “Private school education, accelerated classes. I’d completed my first two years by the time I was eighteen. Thanks to summer classes I was able to finish my BA by the time I was twenty.”

Barry smiles, “Impressive.”

You shrug, “It’s what needed to be done. I’m working on my masters little by little now.” Barry’s smile never disappears, and when Diane comes to take your order, you watch how he treats her. He uses yes and no ma’am, smiles and thanks her.  You can see it’s natural for him. That’s tells you something.

“My friend Iris used to be a waitress. She got hell from some of her customers. It was totally unfair. She’d be on her feet for eight hours at a time, and sometimes she’d have to cover other people’s tables. People left bad tips and were so rude. I never understood it.”

You nod, “I can relate.”

“Can I ask why you did it?”

You lean back into the booth, and shrug, “I wanted to be normal. In those days I couldn’t tell who was fake and who was sincere. Here I was just me, and I knew I could trust these people. I’ve told them secrets that could have made them thousands in the newspapers, but not one has ever been released. When Bruce left for his trip, they became a second family. Plus it taught me the meaning of a dollar, and that all work means something.”

“I worked retail in high school. Well, I worked at a bookstore. There were definitely worse jobs I could have had. Most of the time I just got to talk to nerds like me.”

You smile at Diane as she drops off your food, before popping a fry into your mouth. “Sounds like heaven. On my days off I like to spend time lounging in the family library. Those days are farer and fewer in-between.”

“Things picking up at the company.”

“I’m behind because of Bruce’s accident but no more than usual.”

“What cover story did you come up with?”

You smile, “He broke his leg skiing.”

Barry lets out a laugh, that draws a few smiles. Your eyes catch Diane’s and she mouths the words, “He is adorable.” You shrug.

When the food is gone, Lew comes out. Without a word you scoot over, and he slides in. He gives you a hug and asks, “How you doing little girl?”

“My brother is shaving years off my life, other than that I’m okay.”

“What did that hard head do now?”

“Broke his leg skiing, believe it or not. It’s taking Alfred to keep him in bed.”

Lew smiles, “I bet. Your brother is not one to stay still for long.”

“He’s an idiot Lew. I’m starting to worry about brain damage.”

Lew laughs, “Poor guy, you got the looks and the brains. It’s probably a cry for attention. You coming in your regular night this week too?”

“Of course. It’s Alfred’s one night off. I’ll bring Richard with me.”

“You do that. In the meantime, introduce me to you friend.”

“This is Barry Allen. He’s a friend who’s doing some work for me.”

“I see. You using my place for business lunches now?”

You smile, “I would never. Barry also happens to be a good friend of Bruce’s. He’s even stopped the goof from doing some stupid things.”

Lew nods, before turning to Barry and extending his hand, “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Barry Allen. Thanks for watching out for her hard headed brother and this stubborn girl right here. I’m Lew.”

Barry takes his hand with an easy smile, “It’s nice to meet you. She’s been telling me all about you and this place.”

Lew laughs, “Well, she’s family. You two stay as long as you like, I’m going to send out milkshakes.”

He’s gone before you can say anything. Barry smiles and says, “I like him.”

PSA for unsure high school students

I’m sure you have already had questions about college, what you want to do with your life, and how you want to make money. For some reason people find it necessary to talk about it excessively which is really stressful, to say the least. Society (especially in the U.S) pushes the idea that you HAVE to go to college in order to be successful. That you have to immediately go to college after you graduate high school. And that you NEED to graduate high school. 

This is bullshit.

The pressure to go to college is insane. Trust me, I know. During my senior year of high school that’s all I ever heard. I couldn’t have a conversation without talking about college. Not only did it get annoying, but I felt a shit ton of guilt when I suddenly started having doubts about going to college at all. I had already decided a school and declared a major, meaning there was no going back, right? Well, kinda.

In all honesty, I wasn’t ready. I felt obligated to go because my family kept pushing it onto me over and over and over again. So I tried to convince myself I was ready, when in reality I was anything but. My mental health was so poor at the time but I tried to push it away, hoping that the whole “college is so much better” myth was true (Newsflash: it’s not true). Instead I found myself skipping classes for weeks on end, getting even more depressed and anxious, and ultimately had to take a medical leave because I wasn’t doing anything but hiding in my room. And I suppose that was kind of my fault. But here’s my point: 

Going to college is up to you. Not up to anyone else. It’s okay to wait a few years, or not go at all. There is no right time to go to college! Hell, I know people who still go to college in their late 30′s and 40′s. 

This is your life, not someone else’s. I know that society makes it seem like you have to go, but please be reassured when I say that you do not have to go to school to be successful. My best friend’s mom is a really successful makeup supplier and she didn’t go to college at all. I know a high school drop out who makes a perfect living. I’m not saying education isn’t important, because it is, but don’t do something you aren’t ready for. That only hurts more than helps. 

Take care of yourself first! College or not, just do what you love and do it the best you can! 

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@sunscreen-and-chickens I’m mostly sure this is your fault but rgb is bad at being a dad in all au’s including mermaid au

igotlostinparadise  asked:

Welcome back! Any advice for college app season/essay writing (besides the obvious "don't procrastinate")?

Thanks. 

3 main tips on college applications and essay writing:

1. Don’t be basic. Basic is boring, boring is forgettable. If your goal is to become a doctor, don’t cite the usual reason of “I want to become a doctor to help people!” Well, obviously, no one becomes a doctor to euthanize people.

Be more specific, use details, expand on your reasoning for what you’re looking to achieve with a college education, and incorporate the unique aspects of your background to weave a compelling story:

  • “I want to attend college to eventually become a doctor because I grew up in the inner city with poor access to health care. My goal is to return to Detroit, serve those same indigent populations, and eventually open a community clinic that specializes in prenatal care.”

If the college essay prompt asks: “why do you want to attend our university?” then, again, cite specifics:

  • Bad: “I want to attend Harvard University because it is the best university in the world with superior academics, a lively campus, and the best professors.”
  • Good: “I want to attend Harvard University because of its robust Economics program and distinguished faculty, particularly, Dr. Pol Antras who specializes in international economics and applied theory. I would like to study under him in pursuit of my career as an economist that can make a positive impact on global trade agreements for the United States.”

If the college essay prompt asks: “what have you done to make an impact in your community?”, again, cite specifics:

  • Bad: “I was President of Habitat for Humanity where I led a team of students to fix community centers.”
  • Good: “I was President of Habitat for Humanity where our team assisted with renovating 4 decrepit community centers in the Greater Los Angeles Area. We accomplished this over a 5-week period by reinforcing the foundations of the building, painting the walls, and replacing the fixtures. All 4 community have now been updated to modern standards and currently serve 1,500 per year.”

Remember to always show– don’t tell.

2. Keep it positive. The goal is to leave the application review committee members feeling energized, optimistic, and motivated to accept you into their university– not to sucker punch them in the feels with a pity party. Don’t try the guilt trip strategy, it’ll backfire horribly because at the end of the day you haven’t provided any concrete reasons for why you’re more qualified or more amazing than the next applicant.

If the prompt is: “tell me about an event or obstacle in your life that impacted you greatly” then select an example with a positive outcome.

  • Bad: “When I was young, my grandfather was diagnosed with a metastatic brain tumor and died leaving our entire family devastated. It made me reflect on how short life is and how painful loss can be.”
  • Good: “When I was young, my grandfather was diagnosed with a metastatic brain tumor and conveyed to me in his final days the regret he felt for not pursuing his passions. This experience, although devastating, gave me valuable perspective at a very young age on what was truly important in life and imbued me the courage to pursue my dream of becoming a screenwriter.”

3. Keep it to the point. Say more with less. College essays have a strict word limit because of the massive volume of applications universities receive. Additionally, the opening sentence of your college essay is crucial to capture the reader’s attention. I’ve used quotes from philosophers to capture a large idea in a few words.

Additional advice:

  • Spell check and proofread, but also have someone else proofread the essay to ensure it makes sense to another person who isn’t you.
  • If anyone reading this wants me to review their college essay and give feedback, message me privately on Tumblr and I’ll see what I can do.

What is this weird obsession that college educated center liberals have that they think that fascists and racists and right wingers have just never heard a good counterargument to their hatred and if they link them the right motherjones article that they will magically change their minds?

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DON’T get it twisted. The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was once thought of as DANGEROUS, a social political rebel, a THREAT to the Power Structure and was constantly under surveillance/suspicion as an Enemy of The State.

This is a national holiday that folks fought for and just got in the mid-1980s.  And there are STILL plenty people who would shoot Dr. King dead with 12 bullets for just walking down the street with his head held high, as if he belonged with no fear of the inherent racist capitalist tyrants that have legislated civil rights violations that make some of the bullshit laws of the 1960s look like obvious child’s play.  The Bigotry of the Present is craftier, more sly and deadly as the intolerant ones have learned from their predecessors’ mistakes.  They have managed to make Hate, Murder, Starving Children refusing Education , and Misogyny- all LEGAL and confused the masses by STILL having control on how we even view our OWN Freedom Fighters!