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a study group that just wasn’t meant to study, and someone gets asked out on a date.. or do they?

you watched in as much exasperation as your face allowed you to show as tetsutetsu was, once again, making you all watch him play detroit: become human. there was always a point in the game where the silver haired twenty year old got stuck on an action scene, and after minutes of vigorous back-and-forth you would take the control and make it through with such ease. the mashing of combinations you had to do all blurred together somewhere around four months ago when he first replayed it to get a new outcome. he was more determined than ever to receive every ending but the ones that included ‘red connor’, and if he ever accidentally got the android killed he would cry. ‘the bestest boy should never have to be shot in the head’, he would sob.

when it came time to meet the creator of cyberlife for the sixth time, the dialogue was drowned out by a whine so high pitched it would heed the attention of the dogs in the pet dorms. the pause menu appeared and three heads looked over to find the blonde man splayed across the floor, face buried in a pillow he grabbed earlier. feeling the stares, he lifted his head just enough to look each of you in the eye before motioning towards the television. “how is this happening?! he always gets us sidetracked before we even start, and we all have tests in a few days. i swear to all might—”

“it would actually be ‘swear to endeavor’ since he’s been the new number one for a while.. but okay.”

shinso’s deadpan expression met with monoma’s glare, which earned a shrug before the mauve boy went back to his textbook. the only one that ever got actual work done when you all studied together. he was much better at blocking out distractions than anyone else you knew.

hopefully it would carry on seeing as on top of pre-thanksgiving tests, amajiki still wasn’t back from the mission. it had been a couple of days and he kept in constant contact but it just gave you a weird feeling. mostly because, depending on how he felt that day, you always waited a few hours or a day or so before receiving a response. studying was important, of course. and there wasn’t any reason to think something else was going on when you weren’t even an actual pro hero. you got the license but you chose to fully focus on school and saving up for a place to live on your own.

“hey, y/n. do you have the notes from our last english class?”

you blinked, ceasing the tapping of your pencil’s eraser as you looked over at shinso, who hasn’t once looked up from his own scribbles. “yeah, i have them.” you reached into the bag leaning against the leg of the bed frame, pulling out the binder used for said class. when the pages flipped to the last lecture, you handed him the notebook, turning back to your own materials.

there was comfortable silence as everyone surprisingly forgot about the video game long enough to focus on what they had to remember. not only were the general classes having exams but aizawa shouta let you all know that he was holding a physical. that meant everyone needed to be on their game with quirks and ultimate moves. eraserhead’s trials were quarterly. since most of the ua high school graduates chose being a full-time student over splitting it between education and hero work, he made each one tougher to keep you all on your toes. “do you guys think aizawa-sensei will let us deal with actual villains this time?”

“i doubt it. he always uses the sports arena for them.” monoma stated, barely glancing at tetsu.

“maybe if shinso talks to him.” you suggested, knowing full well the young man was already narrowing his eyes your way.

“just because he trained me a bit in high school doesn’t mean i have an advantage in asking pointless questions.”

“he basically raised you during school hours but whatever helps you sleep at night.” tetsu countered. he was practically hugging the textbook before him as he flipped through chapters of computer terminology and artificial intelligence. with how much he joked around it was sometimes hard to remember what his major was.

monoma sighed with the usual dramatic flare, aimlessly going through his own notebook so he could put effort into the conversation. “y/n just wants to see that redhead from high school go all rock-man again.”

a beat of silence occurred as you mulled things over. shutting the book with one hand keeping the pages open, you gazed upon your best friends in bewilderment. “i do not—”

“you met him barely two weeks ago and you’re already clowning over his hero persona because of one video.” shinso pointed out, albeit bluntly.

“...i just admire his skill set. i can’t do close combat like that with my quirk.”

“okay.” they all spoke in unison, only gaining the return of exasperation. about to snap back with a statement of your own, it was prematurely disrupted by the buzzing of a cellphone. your phone.

“hey, i just got a text from kirishima about a festival that’s happening before fall break. are any of you going?”

“too many people.”

“if they’re selling any crowns, i might go for that.”

you laughed at the other friends’ responses, shaking your head a bit and nodding your head at the steel quirked boy. “i was invited to join the others, so i think so. it would be a great way to relax after all the work we’ve been doing already.”

“then it’s settled!” he stood up suddenly, books that were on his lap now splayed out on the floor after the spontaneous fall. “we’ll go, buy crowns for mono if they have some, and get you a real date with my intern brother—”

“i don’t date—”

“and beat everyone at everything because we’re the best!!”

“...someone please come with us.”

“no.” and with the way the two who always bickered like a married couple coming to that instant agreement, you knew it you’d be on your own to babysit the fourth person in your quad. and maybe silently fawn over a certain someone.

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livingaktive · 4 years

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This newsletter is written by Pat Manocchia the President & CEO of LA PALESTRA (Center for Preventative Medicine) where I worked for 19 years. I remember when in 1997, a client of mine (Elizabeth Vargas) whom I had trained at Equinox health club on the upper west side of Manhattan, told me about this guy who had opened a health center that embodies everything I believed in.

I walk in and I’m immediately captivated by the depth of thought that went into the creation of his vision. A health center with the mission to improve the quality of people’s lives through exercise, education and community. You walk up to the door which is located on 67th street between Columbus Avenue and Central Park West (right where you enter the park at Tavern on The Green), located inside the ballroom of what was the Hotel Des Artiste. The choice of that location was no accident. You see a nondescript black door that looks more like a secret society than a gym. You press the buzzer and the receptionist looking at the camera pointing at you, buzzes you in. That level of anonymity and privacy will make sense as I tell the story. You walk down a long dimly lit tunnel lined with glass encased display cases showing items that tell the story of the company’s philosophy...stethoscope and medical journals, mountain climbing gear, running sneakers with a bib from the New York City Marathon, an old leather medicine ball, dumbbell and exercise science book....you immediately ask yourself, what is this place? But you start to get a picture. Then you encounter another set of double doors that you have to be buzzed in to open. It all starts to feel like the opening sequence of the old TV show “Get Smart”.

When you finally make it into the facility, you are greeted by a long wall of photographs showing different groups of members over many years who have trained together and completed a variety of athletic events around the world such as: New York City Marathon, Rome Marathon, Paris to Versailles run, Kilimanjaro climb, Everest climb, Tetons climb, Napa Valley bike ride, Italian Dolomites bike ride, Kayak trips, Triathlons, and much more. Those photographs represent the essence of one of its missions; to build a community of people who prepare for an athletic event together, go out and participate in the activity together, learn about the city, country and culture they’re in, and enrich their lives through that process.

As you make your way through the large open space with vaulted ceilings and large columns dating back to the turn of the century, you notice the concious decision to keep the history of the building’s architecture while adding some modern elements. Pat explains his design philosophy as respecting history and embracing the future. “Just because something is old, doesn’t mean it should be discarded or stripped away”. As you feel the energy of the space, you can imagine patrons of the hotel’s ballroom in the 1920’s socializing, dancing, drinking and enjoying. The redesign of the space includes rooms dedicated to the various medical services offered to all members; Internist, Orthopedist, Psychologist, Nutritionist, Chiropractor, Physical therapist, Massage therapist and Acupuncturist. They all work collaboratively to help each client address their health concerns.

Add to that, a very talented group of exercise specialists led by Pat, with a firm grasp of the art and science of client care. Then on top of all that, picture a university where lectures on a variety of health topics are held. Staff, clients and students from neighboring universities come to learn. Some of the best medical and fitness professionals in their field come to teach. And research is conducted and published.

In order to deliver the highest level of service, only a limited number of members are accepted. Those members appreciate the attention to detail and the privacy and anonymity LA PALESTRA provides. Most of the time, you’ll find a big name celebrity, along side wall streets’s highest, a big name athlete, an aging post surgical patient, a teenage student and the neighborhood fitness enthusiasts, all receiving the necessary care under one roof. All those different needs are met by a highly skilled team led by one man with the vision to create a facility that combines a fitness center, a medical facility and an educational institution.

I absorbed every bit of knowledge over the years from all the various medical professionals which would rival any university. The learning from and sharing of ideas between staff was immense. The weekly educational classes taught by Pat would culminate in quarterly exams which were graded. Even members were given written and practical exams to determine if we were teaching the sufficiently. Pat was adamant that we didn’t want clients “led by the nose”, they needed to know what they were doing and why”. “We want them not to need us”.

I immersed myself in everything. A large part of which were the athletic events around the world. I either assisted or led almost every one I could fit into a calendar year or physically endure. I developed an incredible amount of insight into the training for and the completion of some of the most challenging athletic physical activities. But what was most gratifying, were the shared experiences with clients who till this day, talk about how life changing those experiences were.

That is why today my mission continues to be to improve the quality of people’s lives through addressing the “pillars of health”. It’s not just about exercise, it’s about all the various components that make us truly healthy and happy; Physical health, Emotional health, Social health, Intellectual health, Financial health and Spiritual health. If I’ve positively affected the lives of thousands of people over the 30,000 hours and counting, I hope to affects tens…hundreds of thousands more.

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nonfictionworld-blog · 5 years

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WHAT’S WRONG WITH MINA?

Story by: Ella P. Esquilona and Bryan Illagan

Everyone in the university were busy in studying. Nobody was willing to waste their precious time. The university in which Mina was enrolled was known to be very competitive in academe aspect. Faculty was chosen wisely and must have a higher degree of education to be qualified. Students must be also intelligent enough to pass the entrance exam.

The bell already rang, signaling the dismissal of the quarterly examination for the mild afternoon, but Mina executed no move from her seat. She felt exhausted. Weaker than the time she saw her father with another woman. Usually, she was one of the people to leave the four-walled classroom early. She would hurry to leave the university, often going either straight home or to the town library where she invest her time in finishing school-related works. Everyone adored her. Although, nothing in particular about his physical appearance was striking, her natural black hair seemed to compliment her white complexion. Her dazzling smile emphasized her innocent look. She stood at 5’3”, defining her tall and hourglass-shaped body.

As always, she aimed to accomplish her year as an eleventh grader just like how she finished her past ten years of education—with grades no lower than 90. She was the leading student in the top section of every batch she was in. Always acing every quiz and examination. She wasn't always quick-witted, but she worked hard to earn those extra points. And now it's all gone. She felt terrible. Worse than she had ever been. She could imagine it all. She could anticipate in her head how fast the news will spread. And soon Mina "The Ace" Sanchez will become “Mina the Cheater.”

How so? Her adviser had caught her cheating in their third quarter examination.

She had placed herself at the very back of the class, the farthest corner, by the wall, much like she always did during the first semester of school year because there was no seating arrangement this year. She did it so no one would be able to cheat on her from behind. But lately, she felt so stressed and unmotivated. She didn't review a single thing before the examination, and so she made a last minute cheat sheet tucked inside the plastic scientific calculator she had. She would pretend to compute for solutions in the middle of her test, only to check the inside of the calculator the math formulas and scientific solutions.

Mina haven't noticed her adviser, Mr. Rombaoa getting closer to her seat. She had looked up just in time to recognize the teacher peering into her calculator as well before saying out loud,

"Hand me your test paper and your calculator or else I will throw it along with your report card. Cheaters are not tolerated in this classroom!"

With a pounding heart, she handed both items to the proctor. Her classmates looked at her in disbelief. She had never felt more ashamed in her life.

"Pay attention to your own papers," her adviser said to the class.

Her classmates removed their attention from her and continued on with their exam. Without another word, the teacher headed out of the classroom. Probably to report the incident to the Director’s Office. She had no one but herself, and the past events of her life to blame.

She regretted everything. If only she didn't follow her father that day when she saw him with another woman. She wouldn't have seen them ride a car with two other kids. She wouldn't have discovered the truth. She would have just went on with her school works just like before and she wouldn't start feeling sorry for herself and for her mother. She wouldn't have felt mad at her mom. She wouldn't have these mixed emotions that ate her up inside, causing her to lose focus, destroying her sweet personality.

Mina thought she led a normal life and that her father was only away from home because of work. Lies. All she heard about her father were lies.

"That's not true!" she once yelled at her mom.

"It did not look like he was working so hard! It did not! She was with another woman! Tell me, mom. Was he cheating on you? Do you know any of this?"

"Yes," her mother replied, her voice was fading.

"And you did nothing?!" Mina exclaimed incredulously, throwing her hands up. " We should confront him! We should make him choose! His mistress or us—"

"Mina," her mother raised her voice to get heard over her daughter's outburst.

"She is not the mistress." Mina frowned. "What do you mean? You clearly said you know about his cheating!"

"Yes! Because he is cheating with me, Mina! I am the mistress!"

It was the first time she ever saw her mother cry in front of her. The news that unfolded in front of her broke her terribly. Then, she felt empty afterwards.

"Sanchez, the Director wants to have a word with you," a call from the doorway snapped her attention back to reality. It was her adviser. She stood up and gathered her things, quietly walking around the chairs towards the man. Mr. Rombaoa accompanied her towards the office.

"Go on in, I called one of your parents," he informed her while opening the office door. Mina's face crumpled into a scowl.

"One of my parents?" she asked hysterically.

"Yes, your father. He just got here as well."

She slipped inside the office with Mr. Rombaoa and they stood by the doorway, looking at the director behind the big desk before moving her gaze to her father, seated on a chair at the right side of the director's table.

"Ms. Sanchez? Take a seat," the director gestured to the vacant seat across her father's. She sat down and took a deep breath. Mr. Rombaoa stayed in the doorway.

"Good afternoon, I am Mr. Armando Gaspar, the Director for Senior High School Department. You are both here because..." Mr. Gaspar trailed off and looked at Mr. Rombaoa, who cleared his throat and continued the sentence.

"Mr. Sanchez, I caught your daughter red-handed, she was cheating during the examination with this." Mr. Rombaoa gave the calculator with the cheat codes to her father. Mr. Sanchez looked at the cover of the calculator, then looked at Mina who was now down-headed.

"I’m sorry dad, I didn’t mean to cheat. I-I just did it because I was upset. I know that I made you disappointed. I really don’t know what to do these past few days. Suddenly, I felt tired physically and mentally but I am ready for the possible consequence to face with. I’m sorry.” Mina cried and her father hugged her to comfort.

The school director decided not to suspend her, instead her adviser proposed that she will just receive a failing grade to the subject where she did the cheat.

#HU11 #FLASHFICTION #FamilyIsAMutualRelationship

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