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rizzanon · 5 months

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[Shitty Day] Manjiro Sano

You were grudgingly walking back home under the moonlit sky, relieved that your cram lesson was finally over. Today had been a shitty day for you, and you couldn't wait for it to be over.

First, you somehow didn't hear your alarm and woke up late, making you absolutely late for school that day. Even though it was your first time being tardy, the discipline master showed no mercy and sent you to detention, assigning you to write a 2 page essay on the importance of punctuality and why you shouldn't be late.

Pointless, really.

But you couldn't do anything about it, and obliged to the punishment given to you.

During lunch, you managed to bump into some idiot who was running around in the cafeteria, and he spilt his drink all over you. You were frustrated, and to make matters worse, you didn't have a spare set of uniform to change into, resulting in you having to wear the stained uniform for the rest of the day.

Bummer.

It was at this point in time where you wished your boyfriend would magically show up.

Too bad you and him don't go to the same school.

So you went along with your day, hoping that Mikey would show up later on.

For the remaining lessons you had, the teachers for some reason, picked on you to answer their questions. Irritating, it seems like everything was against you that day.

By the time your lessons were over, you were exhausted, and relieved to finally get a break. But your moment of relief was short-lived, as you still had cram school to attend.

Internally cursing at your parents for signing you up for it, you made your way to the destination, dreading the next four hours of constant revision.

Which lead you to where you were now, walking back home in comforting silence, thinking back on how the day could've been different, if it weren't for the bad luck you were somehow possessing that day.

If only you could see your boyfriend right there and then. You'd think that he'd instantly cheer you up in his own way, like he always does.

"Yo, (n/n)-chin! Over here!"

Your head instantly whipped towards the direction where the familiar voice came from, and your eyes lit up as you recognised the person.

There, in a few metres distance, stood the one and only Manjiro Sano, waving you over to where he was standing with his bike.

With a soft smile spreading across your face at the sight of Mikey, you walked over to him.

"Mikey? Why are you here??"

"To see you of course! I didn't get to see you the whole day, y'know. Do you know how torturing that was?!?"

You let out a giggle at his antics and shook your head in disbelief. You could see Mikey's gaze on you grow softer, as his eyes scanned you up and down, finally noticing the stain on your shirt.

"Woah, how did that happen??" Mikey asks, as he immediately drapes his jacket on you, trying to cover up the huge stain on your uniform.

"Some guy wasn't looking where he was going, and spilt his drink on me." You replied, face flushing at his gesture.

Mikey frowned at your words, seemingly taking in your expression seriously.

"Haah?! What guy dares to cause an inconvenience to you, my girlfriend?! I won't let him get away with this. Nuh-uh!" Mikey bellows, and your eyes widen in shock.

You had to hold him back from storming off to who knows where.

Probably thought he'd find the guy who spilt his drink on you somehow by doing so.

"Wha- Where are you even going?! You don't have to do anything! I'm fine! It was just an accident. Today's just.... a shitty day, that's all." You said, your voice trailing off as you said those last words.

Noticing the change in your tone, Mikey stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, his soft gaze lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you heard him sigh, and walked back to his CB250T, getting on it immediately.

"Sounds like you really had a rough day, huh? Come on, let's go for a drive, (n/n)-chin." Mikey murmurs, locking eyes with you as he flashed you his signature smile.

You blinked in surprise, before hesitantly walking over to him, and getting on the bike. You wrapped your arms loosely around him, much to his dislike. So, doing what any boyfriend would, he started driving off at full speed, causing you to tighten your arms around his waist before you get flung out of your seat behind him.

"Woah! Mikey! Slow down!"

Mikey only just chuckled in return, still driving his bike at high speed, making you groan at his stubbornness.

Within minutes, the both of you arrived at... a port?

Mikey quickly parked his bike, and helped you get off it, leading you to the far end of the place, taking a seat along the railing, where you could see the wide stretch of the sea lit up under the moonlight.

There was a moment of tranquility as you took a seat next to Mikey on the railing, watching the ships sailing slowly to and from the port.

It was relaxing in a way, making you forget about the events that happened that day.

"I always come here whenever I need a moment to myself, or if I need a place to think about stuff." Mikey finally speaks up after who knows how long.

He turns to look at you, and flashed you a warm smile.

"Now, this is our place. Call me when you need me, or when you have a shitty day, and I'll bring you here. As random as it is, this place helped you forget about everything that's happened, didn't it?"

Your eyes widened at how easily Mikey was able to read you, and you could only just nod, returning the smile. You leaned to his side, and rested your head against his shoulder.

No matter how shitty your day was, you knew Mikey was always able to find a way to cheer you up. That was what you loved about him.

"Thank you for this, 'jiro."

"Don't mention it, (n/n)."

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#manjiro sano #mikey #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x you #mikey x you #manjiro sano fluff #mikey fluff #manjiro sano drabble #mikey drabble #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #rizzanon

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medieval-canadian · 15 days

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okay well.

last week i submitted the form requesting a leave of absence from the phd program. this week i'm in toronto to invigilate a final exam as one of my last TA tasks for the term. i took the train this morning, returned all the u of t library books i had languishing, and stopped to pick up tickets for the shuttle i need to take bright & early tomorrow morning (exam's from 9h-12h).

i'm a little bit (like 2%) sad, but mostly relieved. i haven't gotten the official okay for the loa yet, but i'm not sure why they would say no. i'm operating on the assumption that it'll be approved and i'll have 12 months to get over the academic hangover i've had for i think that past 4 years. once i have the official answer from sgs i'm going to send an email out to my committee.

this is going to be a time to rest and breathe and not feel guilty about it. this is going to be a time to reconnect with myself and my interests. this is going to be a time to evaluate what i want and how/if i want to move forward.* this is going to be a time to get a 9-5 job with no major intellectual demands. this is going to be a time to improve my financial situation. i don't have a job lined up yet and i'm not entirely sure what it will be, but i can't worry about that until these TA contracts are wrapped up.

now i'm sat in the library building, a couple of blossoming cherry trees visible through the window, with iced coffee and a bunch of snacks i got from pharmaprix--i will never call it by its english name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i have i think 29 final essays to grade before the exam tomorrow morning, and i need to start strictly timing myself for each one (and quit leaving lengthy and chatty comments) if i want to get a couple hours' sleep tonight. i'm staying with friends who have a condo downtown and i'll be heading in their direction around 8pm, but until then i'm here. i'm not entirely sure how kosher it is for me to be grading student work out in the open where students could technically walk by and see, but this class is technically on a different campus so i'm just gonna do it. wish me luck if you've gotten this far, lmao.

*i genuinely suspect that the answer will be "yes, i want to finish this stupid degree," but i think i need some distance first, in order to get (back) to that place.

#personal #whine whine complain complain #not really but it kinda feels like it #grad school #welcome to hey hey it's diss days where it's never the weekend #i think that's the tag

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whimsy-of-the-stars · 3 months

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guys I forgot to post this one!

DraftDash, Day *checks watch* 23!?

Hey guys! It’s, uh… it’s been a while! So what happened???? I kinda just kept fooling around until it was too late in the night, since I’d prefer to keep off of screens after 10-ish! (YouTube/video essays have me in a chokehold also)

Today I wrote 270 words! Not as many as usual for me, and that’s because I had to split my writing sprint into two parts 4/5 hours apart due to getting a call in the middle of it! Also… if we’re still discussing excuses, it’s really annoying to switch back + forth between my school’s laptops and my smaller iPad case’s keyboard!

In other news, the creative writing course is sadly not available to me :(((( however I am gonna take Art History and Criticism cuz it sounds cool and like I’ll get something out of it! Also I have to learn/get familiar with SEVEN pieces (1 of them is 6 mins long!! 2 of them are not in English!!) in the next TWO WEEKS!!! wish me luck guys 👍 also wish me luck at choral competition on the 9th/10th!

uhhh hoping to be posting more regularly until the end of DraftDash!! also I hit 24k :D

#writing #draftdash #writing challenge #writeblr

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germanboyyippee · 3 months

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ok everyone i have 2 hours to write a 3-4 page essay draft on a topic i've only partially researched. wish me luck here

#at least i have a uh. basic structure in my mind unlike the dreams end one #send m e asks while im writing. smirls sweetly?

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prince-liest · 3 months

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i wanted to ask how you just stayed mentally strong after getting through your first round of med school rejections... i haven't gotten an interview from anywhere and it feels as if i'm just behind on the person i wanted to be and i feel a bit lost now... i just wanted some advice since i do feel sad about it all unfortunately :(

Hey, there! I'm really sorry to hear that, I know it's a really tough time to go through. I honestly don't think there was any part of medical school that's been as rough as the application cycle, and it's very understandable to feel sad and rejected.

A lot of it came to my dad's particular brand of supportiveness, which I personally found very reassuring, so I will pass on what he told me and hope that it may offer you some comfort as well:

This is not the end of the world, and there is nothing wrong with trying again. We grow up in this grade school - college - graduate school system where it feels like we have to be doing everything on a specific timeline, and if we don't, we're failures. This is very much not the case with medical school: it is standard and expected to take gap years between college and medical school, only 40% of people who apply to medical school any given cycle are accepted anywhere, and depending on where you get your statistics, anywhere from 1/3-1/2 of current medical students have applied multiple cycles. There's a guy in my class who was 41 years old when he was accepted. You have time, you can try again, and you are not behind because you are not participating in a process in which there are the same standards of "being behind" as you've been experiencing during high school and college.

What you need to do is give yourself some time to work through your feelings with your support system, and then, when you feel like you can, sit down and take a good look at your application to see what there is that can be made more competitive. Is it your grades? I was applying to post-baccs at the same time as my second cycle. Is it your MCAT? I took mine three times before I figured out how to actually study for it properly, and my second score was worse than my first. Is it your extracirriculars? Your shadowing hours? Your essay?

There is no rush, and this is one of those things where putting together a careful plan and following through on it will serve you much better than (like I did, HAH) freaking out, deciding that maybe you should just get a Master's or a PhD instead, and calling up the local state university's biochemistry department in a weird panic to get a sponsor for their graduate school program. (Thank you for talking me down, oh father mine. I don't know how I managed to get that far in like six hours.)

I am a planner at heart, and having these kinds of reassurances and plans in place helped me a lot with feeling like everything was under control. It was also really great to be supported by my family: I'm often so hard on myself that I expected them to be disappointed in me, because my dad especially is very much the, "Oh, a B? Hm... could be better..." type of immigrant parent, but both of my parents were actually incredibly supportive. Lean on your support systems, whatever they may be!

I hope this helped a little bit, anon, and I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors! <3 There is always a way forward! Just because it's not the same one another person took does not make it inferior!

#ask #personal #medical school #anonymous #also: a little surprised people remember whenever it was that i said it took me more than one app cycle!#not in a bad way haha I'm just graduating med school in may so I was like 'hm it's been a while! wild!'

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its-a-hil · 7 months

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ok. random question. literally from the random question generator at randomwordgenerator dot cahm: What's your go-to funny story now, but was horrendous at that moment?

(i think it gave me a question i already know but eh shoot)

hm.

alright i think this is actually more of the reverse than the forward direction, but sure

when i was in middle school, i was such a horrible procrastinator (note: i am still one of those) that i often wrote rough drafts of essays during lunch

(the one year in middle school i didnt do this was when i had english 1st period. tbh i wish my schedule had worked out like that all 3 years, but alas)

but i got so comfortable just throwing out words with a pencil that i kept doing it and now i almost never edit anything bc i need to write it all in one go or it's wrong

but final drafts still had to be typed & printed, so it was only my rough drafts that were like this

fast forward to high school, and rough drafts became less of a thing

my compulsion to procrastinate did not.

oh also relevant here is that i was emotionally incapable of asking for an extension or submitting online after class or anything

so.

senior year of high school. we had an essay to write on Twelfth Night, where we had to pick a word that was repeated a few times and discuss its effect on the story

i picked 'fancy' and used it to argue the absolute bullshit point that it meant the whole thing was a dream, because i had no other ideas and my brain refused to set aside time to do something more reasonable

except.

i did not begin writing until lunch of that day.

i did not have access to the computer lab i had planned to write the essay in.

i pleaded with a friend to lend me his laptop, on which i did the most frantic writing of my life. i dont remember if i ate any food during that lunch period.

(according to my diary i also said something shitty to that friend even as he was doing me a massive favor, which. god.)

looking at the document now (ty google drive), it seems that i didnt actually finish the essay, just wrote notes on the different uses of the word

im not sure if it was just a rough draft or notes kind of thing that was due, or if i lucked out and the essay was extended or something? unclear

but what is clear is that i wrote 440 words in just over an hour, and that's not counting the quotes i had to transcribe (which also made up over 400 words)

the following night i turned it into an actual 750ish word essay in also about an hour, bc. yeah. (i still didn't write an intro until i printed it out during study hall the next day lmao)

so anyway the essay was shit, the teacher was genuinely confused and pulled me aside after the class where she handed the essays back

note: she was also the theater teacher & that semester i was doing the play afterschool, and i think she knew i was better than what i handed in

in my defense i was fairly depressed that couple of months, partially due to an responsibility that i did not realize i could easily say no to. the only consequence that refusing that responsibility would have had is that i would have hated myself less and possibly liked engineering more

oh also looking at my diary apparently that was also the week that i taught precalc bc the teacher's partner was suddenly out for paternity leave and i had an essentially free period during the precalc class

so yeah that's probably the third most interesting week of my senior after the week that we had the play performances and the week i was out in the hospital when my lungs spontaneously collapsed

the funniest part of that story is that it took me another 3ish years to realize that i wanted to be a teacher, and another 2 years after that to act on that desire. lmao

anyway bc im sure you freaks want to see it, im putting the essay under the cut

Actual essay:

Twelfth Night is one of Shakespeare’s most fantastical plays. Even without the use of magic, the supposedly realistic events are completely improbable. There is evidence that the play was intended to be a fantasy, and throughout the play, the word “fancy” is used to suggest to the audience that the events of the play are little more than a fanciful construction of Orsino’s mind.

Orsino speaks four of the six instances of “fancy” or “fantasy.” Two of these instances come in his first monologue, right at the beginning of the play. He claims that “so full of shapes is fancy that it alone is high fantastical” (1.1.14-15). As Adams says, in this passage Orsino claims “that his own imagination is so fertile that it is supremely capricious and whimsical.” (Adams 58). It is odd that the play would start with this double mention of fancy, especially when the word is not mentioned again until the end of Act two. It is even stranger that the plot concludes with Orsino making Viola/Cesario his “fancy’s queen” (5.1.415). Although Feste finishes the play with his final song, this line is the last spoken by any other character, and is a natural conclusion to the play nonetheless. There must be a reason why the play both begins and ends with a word only used six times throughout. This is the most direct clue that the play does not merely describe events in Shakespeare’s mind, but instead describes events in Orsino’s mind.

More clues can be found by examining the other uses of fancy in the play. Sebastian remarks “Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep” after encountering a smitten, and unfamiliar Olivia (4.1.65). This line comes in one of the more fantastical scenes in the play, where Sebastian enters Illyria and is mistaken by everyone for Cesario. Sebastian can only conclude “this is a dream,” and calls upon fancy - imagination - to keep him from waking up. Sebastian addresses fancy as a powerful being, that has the ability to manipulate the world he sees. If the play does take place in Orsino’s imagination, fancy would have this power. Another thing to note about Sebastian’s mention of fancy is that it is in reference to Olivia. Her love for him, and reproach of the men who were dueling him, is the only reason he would want to continue living in this dream.

Olivia is a common subject of fancy, as used in its alternate definition of love. Malvolio, just before seeing Maria’s letter, thinks aloud that “should [Olivia] fancy, it should be one of my complexion” (2.5.24-25). Almost all references to fancy are directly related to Olivia. In fact, every major male character, except her uncle, is in love with Olivia. It is difficult for Orsino to conceive of a character who is not enamored when in the presence of the beautiful lady Olivia. To him, when Olivia enters, “heaven walks on earth” (5.1.99).

Regarding the rest of Malvolio’s scene, it is no less strange than Sebastian’s. The dour puritan begins with a statement of love for his lady, and then follows the insane directions of a letter that apparently describes her love for him, while the pranksters hide and watch in a nearby bush. Orsino’s mentions of “fancy” also take place in strange scenes. Without touching on the chaotic mess that is 5.1, 1.1 regards a Duke, who has been laid low grieving over his unrequited love for Olivia. She, in turn, decides not to admit any suitors until she has spent seven entire years mourning her dead brother. This scene feels almost surreal, setting the stage for the play that is to follow. Since almost every instance of the word fancy comes during a surreal scene, it can be inferred that the word is an indicator - a message to the audience that this play is a fantasy in the mind of Orsino.

There is one more use of “fancy,” however. During the argument between Orsino and Viola, Orsino speaks of men’s fancies as “more longing, wavering… than women’s are” (2.4.41-42). Twelfth Night is certainly long, spanning three months in Illyria, and the play constantly wavers from uplifting to demeaning, from reasonable to insane. The play as a whole fits so well with Orsino’s description of his “fancies” that one must wonder why that particular description was used. Interpreting Twelfth Night as a fancy conjured up by Orsino’s stricken mind makes a good deal more sense than attempting to reconcile the events with the real world.

Work Cited:Adams, B. (1978). Orsino and the Spirit of Love: Text, Syntax, and Sense In Twelfth Night, I. i. 1-15. Shakespeare Quarterly,29(1), 52-59. doi:10.2307/2869169

The notes i wrote during the lunch period:

The first appearance of the word comes during Orsino’s monologue. The grief-stricken man describes his lovesickness by referring to his imagining of fantasies involving Olivia. Fancy is “full of shapes” to hear him tell it, filled with all kinds of images (1.1.14). This implies an interesting idea of the plot; it may be nothing more than a lovesick dream conjured by Orsino’s mind. After all, the plot is as “high fantastical” as something a distressed lover might imagine. (1.1.15).

Malvolio’s mention of fancy is also about love and imagining it. He talks about “her [Olivia’s] fancy,” but the context of the scene and the rest of his dialogue imply that he is the one who fancies Olivia (2.5.24).. Malvolio claims that Olivia has said she would fancy “one of my complexion,” indicating that Malvolio has, through confirmation bias and imagination, convinced himself that Olivia was in love with him even before reading Maria’s letter (2.5.25). The fact that Malvolio, the outwardly stalwart Puritan, is as fanciful and in love as Orsino is a strong device for making fun of the Puritans as Shakespeare was wont to do.

Sebastian has his reference to fancy when he meets Olivia and finds that he is the object of her fancy.

[Discussing of the other two quotes]

In Twelfth Night, characters mention fancy when in fantastical scenes. Orsino had neglected his duties as a Duke to be lovesick over Olivia, Malvolio convinced himself that Olivia was in love with him moments before happening upon a letter regarding Olivia’s love, Sebastian came to a foreign city and found that a woman he had never seen was madly in love with him, and the final scene is perhaps the most fanciful of them all. Everything comes together in a hilarious, satisfying, and utterly unrealistic way. The use of the word fancy indicates that a scene either was or will be fanciful. This implies that Shakespeare is breaking the fourth wall, drawing attention to works of the imagination when the audience may be considering the play as imagination. In that way, Shakespeare implies that this comedy, however nice it may seem, is just a lovesick fantasy in the mind of Duke Orsino.

Note also that almost every mention of the word is in reference to Olivia. The only exception is when Orsino calls Viola his “fancy’s queen,” but Orsino could just be (Inception-style) trying to prove to himself that he can love another. That is why the timeline does not make sense; Orsino needed to believe that his mind was not so changeable, that he would need three months with another woman to move past his love for Olivia.

Quotes:

1.1.14-15:

Orsino: “So full of shapes is fancy

That it alone is high fantastical.”

Context: These lines conclude Orsino’s opening monologue about his lovesickness and passion for Olivia. The monologue is discordant throughout, and this line sounds very arrogant, that nobody but a lover could have an extreme imagination.

This quote illustrates Orsino’s arrogance about his position (which is expanded upon in his later argument with Viola) and tells the audience that Orsino has spent some time cooped up in his mansion thinking of Olivia.

2.5.23-25

Malvolio: “I have heard herself come

thus near, that, should she fancy, it should be one

of my complexion.“

Context: This comes just before Malvolio finds Maria’s letter, when he is fancying that Olivia might be in love with him. He has almost convinced himself of her love even before he sees Maria’s letter, which would be a strange coincidence if Twelfth Night was not a comedy.

This quote describes Malvolio’s desperation to be loved by Olivia. He uses a few choice words and actions of Olivia as a justification for her love, indicating confirmation bias and lack of perspective.

4.1.63-66

Sebastian: “What relish is in this? how runs the stream?

Or I am mad, or else this is a dream:

Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep;

If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!”

Context: This comes just after Sebastian enters Illyria and finds a beautiful woman suddenly wish to marry him. It is so illogical that he believes he must be dreaming, and he wishes for fancy to keep him from waking up.

This quote tells us that Sebastian is wondrous at his entrance to Illyria. He forgets about Antonio as soon as strange men wish to duel and a strange beautiful woman claims to be in love with him. Sebastian is far more relaxed than most people would be in this context, especially if they could not find Antonio, the only person he was close with for the past three months.

5.1.412-415

Orsino: “Cesario, come;

For so you shall be, while you are a man;

But when in other habits you are seen,

Orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.”

Context: This is the last line spoken by any character except Feste. It comes after Orsino learns of Viola’s true identity and gives up his love for Olivia.

This quote implies that Orsino still thinks of Viola as Cesario, at least while she is in men’s clothing.

#lifeblogging #sorry for it being so long #but i also fact-checked myself on a lot of details thanks to having the edit history and thanks to writing everything in my diary #so ty past sahil dont know what we'd do without your need to write for us

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summerroseart · 5 months

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Boutta bs my way through a final essay due in 2 hours that I haven't started wish me luck with the professer's good graces yall

(It's gonna be late :') )

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moonlit-imagines · 5 months

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for comfort i have decided to add my schedule for the rest of the year here!

Nov 19-Nov 25:

Sunday - Studying for exam season/end of sem szn (all. damn. day.) and formatting emails to send to profs about extra credit opportunities bc of how bad this semester went

Monday - School in the AM (PRACTICE TEST AND EXTRA CREDIT QUIZZES pls wish me luck), Work in the PM

Tuesday - School in the AM (exam review for one class, then a real exam immediately after. also like 3 assignments i haven’t started are due), Work in the PM

Wednesday - School in the AM (2 quizzes!), Work in the PM

Thursday - Thanksgiving! No work or school! Yay!

Friday - WORK (black friday starts and fucks up all my shit and the pressure is on until new years actually)

Saturday - WORK! I have to work saturday so i only get a one day weekend :(

Nov 26-Dec 2:

Sunday - probably studying sadly

Monday - School in the AM (exam review), WORK FROM PM TO AM (im scheduled 58 hours this week btw. please be gentle bc its also exam week)

Tuesday - School in the AM (exam day), Work for 10 hours after this

Wednesday - School in the AM (another exam day), Work for 10 hours

Thursday - School in the afternoon today! Only the afternoon and probably just finals review, then work for 10 hours

Friday - An essay I have only written the title for so far is due. Then work for 10 hours.

Saturday - Work (again!) but only for 8 hours. overtime is a bitch im gonna be so tired after this.

Dec 3-Dec 9:

Sunday - probably resting a lot and then studying a lot

Monday - studying a lot. then working

Tuesday - Final #1, then work

Wednesday - Final #2, then work

Thursday - sleep, cry, go to work

Friday - work

Saturday - bday of my grandma who just passed a month ago, so i gotta go make sure my mom is ok n all (and also have my lil meltdown u know)

after all this, i should have a pretty chill schedule until january. hopefully over break i will have time n do the things i want to do with minimal stress! and dear lord pls send me the positive vibes i need to get thru exam season. it is going to be a rough one.

#delete later

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diaryofan-englishlitstudent · 6 months

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Thu, 16 Nov

Swapping my screen time for studying and reading day 2

Today the aim is 7 hours, 3h 30m studying and 3h 30m for reading

Today's Goals

♤ Write the introduction and conclusion to my essay

♤ Study at least 3 sections of the chapter on setting for my creative writing module

♤ Read at least 100 pages of A Court of Thorns and Roses

Wish me luck

#dark academia #english lit student #light academia #student #creative writing #english literature #essay writing #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas

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whoseafraidofliloleme · 2 years

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[8:45 𝐏𝐌] — 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 x 𝐠𝐧! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2.

0.7k, I got a bit carried away. With the permission of duckie (such a cute nickname I love it 🥺) @sungbeam, Im writing part 2 of her amazing drabble. Continuing the Jungwon as You Belong With Me agenda. For the swifties, there's an easter egg of a few lyrics from the song. See if you can find it. For those who have read my smau Unexpected Partners, there's a cameo from a character in this drabble that I loved the chance to add.

Here's Part 1. Read that before reading this. I tried to make this angsty, let me know if I succeed in that, please. Also let me know if I did a good job keeping everything gender neutral, haven't written that before so if I messed up, Im sorry. Anyway enough with this essay, onto the story.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

After having searched all night. Jungwon decided on telling you that he loved you through flowers. Once he had decided that. He spent the next day looking all over the internet, for the meaning of flowers.

Settling on his flowers was easy but finding a Flower shop willing to make this particular bouquet for him. They would give him various excuses but Yang Jungwon was not one to give up.

It may have taken a few days but he finally found a shop that was quite far from him but they were willing to make his specific bouquet. They did tell him that it would take some time. They had to source the flowers he had demanded. All things considered, they were really lovely about it. The woman he was talking to on the phone even wished him luck confessing his love.

Luck was something he needed in spades. YN and their boyfriend were the golden couple, he was practically asking YN to leave their boyfriend for him. If anyone in the school found out he would be dead. That didn’t deter Jungwon though. He had seen you go through the motions with this relationship.

It may have taken him months to gather up the courage to do this but now that he was taking steps to do it, he would make sure you knew that he loved you and had been in love with you for years. That you had a smile that could light up the whole town. He’s the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry. He knows your favourite songs. You tell him about your dreams. He is determined to make you see that he's the one for you. That you belong with each other.

The day had finally come. Early in the morning, Jungwon had trekked to the Flower Shop across town to get his bouquet. The florist, Jeon Jung Hi. After finding out that he shared a name with her fiancé. Told Jungwon her love story. How she was in love with her Jungwon for years and it took her quitting being his Vice President in the Student Council for him to realise he’d taken her for granted and figured out his feelings for her as well.

Jung Hi was happy to tell him they were now engaged to be married next month. In her words, if her Jungwon could figure his feelings out, then with the help of this bouquet, he could confess to the person he loves too.

Encouraged by the story Jung Hi told him, Jungwon went to school extra early. Thankfully YN had told him, their locker code for emergencies. Confessing his feelings for you was an emergency, wasn’t it.

Opening your locker, he carefully placed his bouquet with the note, he had written the night before there and closed the locker. With hours to spare, Jungwon decided to go to the library, he did have a test that morning. One that he hadn’t studied for. Too busy searching up Flowers, the meaning of different flowers and finding a Flower Shop to study for this test.

Unfortunately, studying didn’t happen, the minute Jungwon sat down at a table he put his head on the table and fell asleep. It wasn’t until the morning bell went that he woke up with a start. Seeing the time, Jungwon started to make his way to your locker. Hoping you have seen his bouquet and will give him a positive response.

Getting to your locker, Jungwon saw you holding his bouquet blushing and smiling shyly at your boyfriend. Confused Jungwon moved closer. You saw him and waved him over, excitedly showing Jungwon the bouquet.

“Wonnie, look at the bouquet Hae Sung got me, isn’t it pretty,” you said with a bright smile and stars shining in your eyes. Jungwon was shocked into silence. Before he could reply, the late bell went, so everyone started to go to their classrooms. Smiling at Jungwon, you hooked your arm with your boyfriend and went on your way.

Still in shock Jungwon looked around in your locker to see what had happened to his notice. As he looked around, he saw it on the floor. A footprint on it. It was his own footprint.

He had ended up stepping on his confession note. Was that a sign that his love for you would remain hidden? It would be stepped on, never requited, forever loving you in silence?.

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