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February - A month of falling in love with academics 🤎
#here's to excelling semester exams#amen#mine#moodboard#dark academia#academia#dark academia aesthetic#chaotic academia#classic academia#aesthetic#classic academia aesthetic#studycore#student life#college#college is stressful#student#academic woes#academics#light academia#education#history#motivation#melancholic#midnight thoughts#manifesation#dark academism#light academism#light academia aesthetic#february#valentines day
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surviving on coffee and daydreams
#coffee coffee coffee#college is stressful#student life#not studying#hell#someone help#im crying#lol#student#coffee is life#i love coffee#daydreamers#daydreaming#imaginaryworlds#imagination#daydream believer#coffee#coffetime#caffeine addict#caffetime
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I'm so behind.
I have so much to do college-wise (projects, papers, etc.) and I have so many unfinished drawings in my sketchbook that I want to COMPLETE.
Annnnnd I want to draw more Voldos and Verccis because why not. I like the shorter Vercci, not average height Vercci. I don't know why. Lol...
#personal stuff#struggling at the moment#college is stressful#comfort characters???#voldo#vercci#soul calibur series
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For obvious reasons, I don't share much here, but going to college to become a vet tech is nerve-wracking. Next week I start my first externship, and I'm secretly dying inside.
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bandit from bluey and phil dunphy from modern family really do helping with my daddy issues
#bandit heeler#bluey#phil dunphy#modern family#yes i know im watching a kids show#its healing my innner child#it helps me calm down when im doing homework#college is stressful
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Phycology Paper
Finals can be rough
. . .
Trash was everywhere.
Food wrappers and containers littered the floor. Plates, cups and eating utensils looked as if they had been catapulted at the walls and furniture. Questionable substances were laying haphazardly across the floor. One brownish green mass might have moved.
Meshell hovered at the apartment door, wondering if her mission was doomed to fail. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, her tight top and short skirt matched impeccably, her sandals were glamorous, and her make-up was flawless. It was possible none of it would survive if she continued on. Meshell bit her lip, stealing herself, then took a careful step in.
In the kitchen the microwave door was open. What looked like Spaghettio’s had exploded inside. A whistling kettle was on the stove, the gas flames leaving black marks on the side and bottom. The sink was plugged up and the faucet was leaking. Water pooled on the floor and surrounding counters. Energy drink liquid and cans covered the linoleum floor.
Meshell took a wary step into the ruined room. She winced as she felt sticky goo try to keep her sandal stuck to the floor. She tried to avoid the messes on the floor. She failed for the most part. Finally, going at a snail’s pace, she reached the burner and turned it off. Meshell was quicker returning to the dubious safety of the living room.
She stood, contemplating her next course of action. The only other room to be searched was the bedroom. Meshell stared at the closed door. The ominously closed door. She really didn’t want to go in the bedroom. She glanced at the front door, then back at the bedroom door. Meshell squared her shoulders. She had a purpose. She could do this!
She took half a step forward. Then another half step. Slowly, slowly she moved closer and closer to the ominous door. Finally, she reached it.
Then stared at the doorknob.
Degree by degree Meshell moved her hand nearer to the doorknob. She grabbed the knob. A deep breath to steady the nerves, then a flick of the wrist followed by a click. She slowly pushed the door open and took half a step in.
The room was almost entirely black. Dark blankets covered the window. The only source of light was a half-covered laptop screen.
“Jazz?” Meshell whispered.
Something in the dark moved.
“Jazz?”
Whatever was blocking the screen was moved. Meshell stifled a scream as a ghostly pale face was revealed. Meshell blinked and realized the face belong to Jasmine.
“Jazz? Is that you?” Meshell’s voice was a horrified whisper. Her friends long black hair was all tangled. Her gray eyes were slightly crazed and her clothes looked stiff and wrinkled.
“Yes.” Jazz’s voice was unusually high. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Jazz, what happened to you? I haven’t seen you in almost two weeks.”
A hysterical giggle. “I’m done. Done, done, done!”
Meshell moved closer to the pale face. “With your paper?”
“All done!” hysterical giggle. “Eighty percent of my final grade. Eighty percent! Then I get my doctorate!”
Meshell crept closer. She was almost halfway to her friend. “When was the last time you ate something?”
“My psychology doctorate! Do you know how long I’ve worked for this?” Jazz jumped up and started to walk in a tight circle. “Eighty percent! If I don’t get Eighty-three point four seven percent on this paper I don’t get my doctorate.”
“Jazz, you need to stop pacing, or you’ll get dizzy. Did you send your paper in?”
“Sent it in. Don’t know how long. Need to know.” The pacing got faster until Jazz crumpled down on herself.
Meshell moved to sand next to Jazz. “Jasmine, you need to go take a shower, change your clothes, then you need to eat something.”
“’on’t ‘na,” come Jazz’s muffled voice.
“Too bad. Come on, ups-a-daisy,” Meshell hulled her friend onto her feet. She half dragged half carried Jazz into the small bathroom. Meshell sat Jazz down on the toilet, then turned on the shower. She made sure the water was the right temperature, then Meshell helped Jazz topple into the shower-tub, clothes and all.
“There. I’ll toss in some clothes that look clean. When you’re done come into the kitchen and I might have something eatable for you.”
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Jazz felt like a creature akin to human under the hot spray of water
When Meshell had tossed her in the tub with the water running it had taken Jazz a few minutes to process what had happened. The wetness had finally penetrated her slightly melted brain and she had struggled out of her clothes, tossing them out of the shower. Then Jazz had set to the task of cleaning herself.
She realized she hadn’t showered or changed her clothes in almost six days. She didn’t remember that last time she ate, or even what she ate. The feeling of becoming clean did wonders for her mental health. She dried off and put on her clean clothes.
Looking in the bathroom mirror Jazz winced. She looked like death warmed over. She applied some light make-up. Then she set about untangling her hair, semidrying it and braiding it.
Too lazy to care about her wet dirty clothes becoming clean Jazz threw them over the shower rod so they could drip dry.
Jazz stepped out of the bathroom and turned her bedroom light on. A surprised “Oh” left her lips as she surveyed the damage of her room.
The mattress was across the room from the bed frame. Blankets were everywhere. Jazz swore she had never seen half of them. All her knick-knacks were in a pile in a corner. Her closet was open and all her cloths were gone. There were none in the room and Jazz wondered where Meshell had found the ones she was wearing.
She walked to the door and winced when she saw her living room. Jazz went into the kitchen. This room was slightly clean, as Meshell had started to work her magic.
The water and cans had been cleaned up. The floor had been wiped, but was still slightly sticky. Meshell was frying two hamburgers on the stove.
“Thanks. I think I snapped a bit,” Jazz said. She walked over to the counter and hopped up.
“No biggie. I remember when I was finishing my paper for my doctorate. I threatened to drown myself in the pool and take anyone who tried to stop me with me. Nearly did too, although I don’t think many people were worried, as I was trying to do it in the hot tub.” Meshell laughed and flipped the two burgers.
“You can still drown in a hot tub.”
“I know, but they could get me out easily enough.”
“Point.”
Meshell put the burger on a plate. “Besides, everyone gets a bit crazy around this time. My first year here there was a woman who shaved her boyfriend’s hair after tying him to a chair because it was his idea that she go here.”
The two eat in silence for moment.
“So, when you get your doctorate, what are you going to do?”
Jazz swallowed her mouthful. “A Psyche doctorate from Princeton is a big deal, and I also have a masters in anthropology as well. My cousin pulled some strings so I’ll be a consult at the Smithsonian. I’m also toying with the idea of opening my own practice for kids.”
“All good idea,” Meshell allowed. “Do you have the money to open a practice right now?”
“No,” Jazz allowed, “but as consult with the Smithsonian I should be able to get a job somewhere, then start small.”
Meshell smiled. “So what was you paper about anyways?”
“How writing research papers under extreme conditions can have psychological repercussions.”
. . .
AN: This was inspired by an episode of Boy Meets World and my own personal experiences. So, I don’t have a doctorates, but I do have two bachelors. All the information about getting a doctorate is total made up.
#college#student#college is stressful#final paper#college story#university story#final papers are the devil#finals as tests are the worst and I hate them
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guys i’m so sorry i haven’t been as active, with college starting i have been super busy. BUT things are picking back up and i have so many ideas!!
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That silly goofy mood where I contemplate dropping outta college cause of my crippling anxiety 🤪 ✌️
#college#college life#anxiety#random#vent#existential crisis#sad girl hours#anxi4ty#publicspeaking#public speaking#college is stressful#college is a bitch#depressing post#sad boi hours#social anxiety#anxiety at its finest#anxious all the time
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On today's episode of Sass pops back on Tumblr once in a blue moon. Another life update:
I graduated Mortuary School last month! Huzzah. I have my National Board Exams scheduled for this upcoming Wednesday and July 9th, so I'm turning my brain into mush studying a year's worth of material.
But otherwise, hello again. Still not dead yet!
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my first day of college i didn’t realize the concept of a class going on before mine and so when i arrived 30 minutes early and heard someone (a professor) talking and my brain went “oh, he’s waiting for class to start. i’ll be a good student and pick a seat early” so long story short i accidentally walked into class too early and ended up attending the wrong one 💀
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Sorry for not posting any fics lately, college has been taking a toll on my life and I can’t seem to find time to write, but hopefully I will find time to write again!
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promised myself that I'd be an academic weapon but instead I am the definition of an academic victim
#no because like i do be planning my academic comeback but im js so tired all the fkn time?!?!@#like gurl? what even?!#get me some help#or coffee#or both#musings#thoughts#midnight thoughts#midnight musings#academia#academics#student life#student#college is stressful#relatable#dark academia#mine#miya's envelopes
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Only 2 days left until I go back to school, and stay there for 10 hours. It feels like the end of the world 😢
#personal#text#my thoughts#i hate school#i wish it was easier#college is too much for my sensitivity#college is stressful#back to having breakdowns while writing essays
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have to rely on my mom to do my housing stuff because my log in time is literally when i CAN’T do it so i’m freaking out but at least i was able to find a roommate so i didn’t have to pick a random ass person😭
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End me before this semester ends me
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Lmao. How is a two page paper kicking my ass? School is a joke! I concede!
I’m convinced that we get thrown these types of problems so they can weed out the weak. And boy are they succeeding.
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