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I was slightly off in that statement I am .2% of 2% Asian population on campus. Thankfully I haven't dealt with racist people really, which is both shocking and incredibly lucky I think.

wait.... you canada or you American? I lost overview

[mj0702]

A funny little fact about my university is that I to to a smaller school in U.S. standards, 25K-ish, and it's a local school, so most of the students are from in-state. I'm Asian, and therefore we make up 2% of the universities demographics, and from there I make up .002% of that. Just a funny little thing about the lack of diversity in my area.

-Aspen

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[mj0702]

im sorry im sorry im sorry im yappy!! i really apologize 😭😭

-lil canadian signing off 😅

i love yappy people...

never change Lil canada

[mj0702]

its me lil canadian back sorry, but i forgot to note the size heh!!

my university is teeny, its like maybe 13k people max!!

but i fact checked and the university of toronto, which is not like SUUUUUUPER far away (in canadian standards bc like thats not gonna translate well for europeans! its only like a 2-3ish hour drive away depending on traffic), is the same and their enrollment is almost 100k! so like yeah common!!

-lil canadian

Lil canada... you're killing me 😅🤣

[mj0702]

okay this is going to be so long i am so sorry

exams:

the most common format

they are set on any day like not in the class exams are done in like another room (either one of the largest lecture halls if your class is smaller like <100 people, or more commonly theres like 3ish classes in the gym and were like given rows so one class is like a-f then so on to ✨organize it✨)

they are very fucking strict, like they release the schedule for ALLL the exams for the university during reading week (late october) and then you plan accordingly to take them on that date and time they set and if you want to change anything for most reasons they will laugh in your face and say suck it up, also changing the exam format takes like every single person in that class physically signing their agreement and if ONE person says no the exam can not change!! also the profs often dont even consider allowing that anyway (obviously accommodation and stuff are different but thats either like accessibility or extenuating circumstances)

so you often will have an exam anywhere from monday to sunday at any time between 8am and 7pm starts and theyre usuallyyyyy 2-3 hours!! (ive never had a longer/shorter one), typically they include like a multiple choice thing and then short, long, and essay questions but it depends on the class and professor!!

less common format:

sometimes exams are put online :D for various reasons (though i cannot confirm if they do that for the snow problems bc im lucky enough to have had exams situated just outside of those), tho i did have an exam released at noon on friday and due at noon sunday so that is possible (this exam was originally a 3pm sat exam that we convinced the prof to move online!! tho that only worked bc its a small class and department and the prof knew all of us very well, this class was like 15-20 people lol)

and ive heard of final assignments and presentations, but for those theyd just be in the regular class times before the exam period starts

leading to my final point that some classes dont have exams, more common for like online courses or like assignment/coursework heavy courses (very very very uncommon ive NEVER heard of it for psychology, bio, chem, physics ((psyc is science at my school)), or maybe math etc courses tho for some math courses you may get cheat sheets/formula sheets so thats nice)

but obviously ive not taken EVERY type of course (i do however know a decent bit bc i have friends in a many different degrees lol)

okay midterms:

midterms are serious, they are like an exam (they are an exam) just less formal! but they dont always exist like it depends on the class (personally i had 3 classes with midterms this past semester but two classes had two midterms each -same prof for both classes- so i wound up with 5 midterms anyways)

you write them usually on a set day thats like within your class time, so its like going to class and writing a test, but like a test on steroids bc the exam and midterm are almost identical in difficultly most times!!

however midterms CAN be set on saturday or sunday if the prof fucking wants to (this is common in chemistry at my uni) so yeah :)

okay i think this is all questions answered!! but yeah exams and midterms are like big for me!! theyre often also worth large amounts of your grade (in my two classes with 2 midterms each exams and midterms made up 75% of my final grade, each 25%), and while 25% is a bit bigger for one exam in my degree, theyre typically like 15-20% of your grade each!! so not a small impact if you were to fail!

overall, this is just MY university when it comes to specifics and my university is like slightly smaller than some of the others. however, i also know this is common for surrounding universities!! like i know for my lil southern portion of my province (where a lot of LARGE and well known canadian universities actually reside lol) this is not completely out of left field like its relatively common to hear about it!!

but yeah again im so sorry for how long this is!! :D

-lil canadian :))

I'm just gonna post it like this without reading it 😅😅

[mj0702]

wait wait wait, question for the lil Canadian if they’re still here. Do you guys have set mid-terms? We don’t (at least at my university) you get a mid-term grade but it’s usually one of two things 1. Doesn’t count for anything just gives you an idea or what grade you’ll end up with or 2. it’s the standard “mid-term test” grade (sometimes profs divide the semester into thirds or smaller which is why the mid-term grade counts sometimes but other times doesn’t really.) Also when you say the exams are set on Saturdays does this mean like literally have to attend class on Saturday at like a scheduled period? Or is like a due date for exams? Also just curious of population size of universities peeps. (Mine is 15-20k people)

Lil canada.... a bunch of questions for you...

if @samkerrworshipper is nice she throws in how Australian unis work

[mj0702]

My schools (K-12 and University) never had exams on the weekends. I’m still in university and I haven’t had an exam on the weekends (yet, but I hope I don’t).

-Another American (idk a better name lol)

ay... another American... Jesus lord have mercy...

but it's really weird how different your schools are in the same country

[mj0702]

Wait do you study in America

ME???

Most certainly not ... I'm not studying anything 😅

[mj0702]

I agree with what monk had to say. My university does not have Sunday exams, I'm not sure if that's the same at every university, but my area is pretty Christian, so they would probably revolt if they scheduled something on Sundays.

-Aspen

Sunday... day of the lord... yadda yadda yadda... even the big guy wanted one day off that's why we don't do anything on Sunday

[mj0702]

I think it’s based on the schools curriculum… I never had exams on weekends during my school days.

-Force American

y'all see that...

force went to a good, normal school

weekends are there to get drunk and be hungover... nothing more.... DEFINITELY not for exams

[mj0702]

ok how exams work (at my university): all classes have a set time given by the university during the week (mon-fri). HOWEVER, depending on the prof few things can happen

a: the exam is given at a different time so you don’t show up to the set class exams. These are usually papers or asynchronous exams that are due at a different time. (This is how I had Saturday exams, bc of due dates)

B: the exam is hosted during the set exam time and up to the prof if you have to be in class or not.

C: not technically an exam but say presentations might fall here and then you have to be present.

BUT from the university, days get cancelled due to weather or another reason then get moved to the weekend from my understanding, though probably online unless your prof is a real ass.

so like we have weekend exams but like don’t at the same time…idk if this makes sense…😂

-monk

here ya go Lil canada...

monk explained your weird education system

[mj0702]

hello, a lil canadian scrolling through your blog and noting that its not just us that have exams on saturdays!! except ours are scheduled there naturally and if they get moved they move to the end of the exam season!!! you do NOT want your exam moving bc of snow!!!! (only happened once this exam season bc all the busses were put on hold bc the roads were entirely ice) but no one wants this bc the last day of exams is dec 22nd and it fucks up everyones travel plans!

we also have sunday exams and midterms at my uni :) do your americans also have the sunday exams??

-a canadian university student who is recovering from and hates saturday/sunday exams

All me Americans assemble

Please explain to your cool little sibling canada how it's in the US if exams get moved

Also... SUNDAY EXAMS???? what is wrong with you?

[mj0702]

hello,

idk if I’ve mentioned this but I recently started collecting the women champions league cards (dangerous and expensive hobby I know, I’m being careful) anyway I’ve been trying to get Alexia for like ever bc she’s my fav. Anyway today a got a new box and pulled 3(!) different Alexia cards from the same box and now I’m happy😂

anyway just wanted to share some good vibes and I hope everything is well. Hope you have a good day/week.

-monk

oh monk that's amazing....

@valewosomtb ... monk got three Alexias.... on YOUR birthday... who's the lucky girl today huh??

I'm REALLY happy for you monk!!!!

#monk

[mj0702]

Hi dad

It's almost year end now and the year has been very bitter sweet for me . Sweet that I got to know you and grateful that I am able to read your wonderful work. Thank you for your advice and the times your fics made me laugh and kept me company in my bad days. Words cannot express how much this relationship means to me even. You rock , dad. Thanks for everything 💕. I will be around.And this Christmas and New year may happiness and peace always surround you.

Merry Christmas dad🎄🎁 and advance happy New Year 😊

Good morning my Luni

i hope you had a loving and quiet Christmas with all the people you wanted there

I'm happy that bb and I kept you company for so long and got you through your struggles - just know how strong you are. you are strong and brave and a fighter. never give up luni. you ain't a quitter!

I'm also grateful for the past year and the people that came into me life - especially the people I got to know through here. so thank you luni for coming and staying in my life

I love you tons Luni ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mj0702]

Ya made me break rules at my work 🤣 I started reading Christmas while I was on lunch break and then I couldn't stop reading! 🤣 Luckily I'm a team leader so I could look all busy at my desk while I'm actually reading fics 🤣

always happy to support riot-y behavior 🤣🤣

luv you tash ❤️

[mj0702]

There it is... the Keira Christmas fic we've been waiting for 😍😍😍

 Operation Christmas Kiss

Barça Femeni x Reader ; Keira Walsh x Reader

Description: The team come up with a plan to get Keira and R to confess before Christmas

Word Count: 3k

“So, what’s everyone doing for Christmas?” Alexia asked, taking a sip from her drink.

You sat back, watching the others as they told you their Christmas plans. Naturally, your eyes lingered on Keira. Keira … the girl you had been in love with for well over half your life.

You couldn’t help but smile as she laughed at something Aitana had said, her eyes sparkling. You sighed despite yourself. Keira … the girl had been your first kiss all those years ago. ‘Practice … for when we’re older’ you had said. It had been the Christmas camp for the Young Lionesses, and everyone was swapping stories of their first kisses, first loves, first times. You were barely sixteen, but the peer pressure had been a lot. You had made up some bullshit about a girl at school. You had confessed the truth to Keira that night. She had just smiled at you and offered to kiss you. Simple and just like that. Nothing too fancy, nothing crazy, just a friendly gesture. You ignored the butterflies then and you had continued to ignore them. Every brush of her hand against your skin when you partner up, every lingering hug or gentle touch as you moved around your small flat in perfect harmony.

“What about you, chica?” Patri asked, nudging you back to the table.

“Oh um, nothing really.” You smiled, taking a bite from the snacks on the table.

“Nothing?” Mapí repeated.

“Yeah, I’m not doing anything. My parents are-”

You started to explain how you didn’t do anything special at Christmas. You never had. You parents had been forced to go to Church and do all the family stuff when they were growing up and they had hated every minute of it. When they finally branched out on their own, Christmas was just a normal day. Sure, you always had a few presents and a nicer meal, but it was never the spectacle that it was for everyone else. Your parents had agreed to fly over to Barcelona this Christmas, arguing that it was about time they had a hot holiday. The best flights they could get was Christmas Day, and that suited you just fine. They would land around midday, and you would spend a few days with them, relishing in the quiet as the rest of the world gorged themselves on overpriced, dry meat they had spent far too long slaving away over in the kitchen. And then your parents would be off again, arguing that they didn’t want to ruin your New Years’ plans and that they would much rather be lounging on a pool bed in Tenerife rather than you cramped flat anyways.

“Do you not want to spend Christmas with them?” Pina asked quietly, her voice a little nervous.

“No, it’s not like th-” You could see the looks people were sharing. The sad pitying looks that meant they thought you didn’t spend Christmas with your family for a very different reason.

“It’s okay, amiga. We understand,” Marta smiled kindly.

“It’s not-” you tried again. You loved your parents, and they loved you. You had no issue with them, and as far as you were aware, they had no issues with you. You knew some others around the table had had issues with their parents, especially when they were teens and trying to figure out their sexuality. But for you, it was never like that. You had never actually ‘come out’ to your parents. You had just brought a girl home when you first moved to Manchester and introduced them to your new girlfriend. No one had batted an eye.

“Vamos, chica, I need el baño and then we shall get another drink, sí?” Ona asked, standing up from her seat, extending her hand to you.

“Uhh, sure … ok…” You let yourself get dragged away by Ona, unable to catch Keira’s eye.

“Ok, we need to do something for la niña. She cannot spend Christmas alone.” Mapí started, her eyes narrowing as she came up with her plan.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to do anything for Christmas, kjære?”

“That is absoluta mierda, Princesa.” Mapí dismissed Ingrid with a wave of her hand. “Everyone wants to do something for Christmas.” Ingrid sighed, shaking her head. She knew her girlfriend, if Mapí had a plan, the plan would be happening regardless of what anyone else said.

It took maybe 10 minutes for a plan to be concocted. A plan that Keira was not too happy about. She had tried, she had tried so hard to get the team to see that there really was no issues, no larger problem at hand that led you to not really ‘doing’ Christmas. You always had been like that. She didn’t do traditional Christmas herself – her family opting for an Indian instead. A habit they had picked up from you. You were 13 when you met, 14 when she had begged her parents to let her spend the holidays with you, and 15 when you spent your first Christmas at the Walsh household.

Her parents had fussed and stressed over the catering for months, you had both watched them bring up Christmas when you visited every school holiday. It had been a throwaway comment really, a joke that you would be happy with an Indian for all you cared. You could see the look they gave you, a curious, intrigued look. ‘Christmas is about family, right? You don’t have to add the stress on top of it. If you want to do a roast, go ahead, but we just do whatever we fancy. Last year it was a roast because Kei was with us, but usually it’s something way more chilled. I think we had picky bits once’. The look on Mrs Walsh’s face was one that you would remember forever. The look of pure and utter relief that someone else had said it. That you had said it. From that Christmas on, there was no more burned potatoes or overcooked turkey. There was an Indian takeaway, dished up with more pride than any carving had ever received.

“Guys, honestly, she doesn’t wan-’

“No, Keira. She needs this.” Mapí wasn’t having any of it.

“She really doesn-” Keira tried again, looking to Lucy for help. Lucy grinned, smiling into her glass as she shrugged.

“Kei,” You shouted, oblivious to the conversation going on at the table. You staggered slightly, flopping heavily onto the ginger’s lap. “Come dance?” You asked, the blush on both of your cheeks having nothing to do with the alcohol.

“I don’t dance, y’know this.” Keira laughed slightly, her arm automatically cradling your waist.

“Please, Kei.” You pulled out your infamous puppy dog eyes, ones you knew she was irresistible to. “For me?” You pouted ever-so-slightly.

“Ugh, fine.” Keira rolled her eyes, unable to help the smile that spread across her lips as you squealed with joy. “The things I do for you,” She grumbled, allowing herself to be pulled across the floor.

“When are they going to realise, they’re head over heels for each other?” Alexia asked, watching you loop your arms around Keira’s neck as her fingers danced with the waistband of your jeans.

“Who?” Vicky asked, trying to follow Alexia’s line of sight.

“Keira and Y/N, estúpida” Pina supplied, pointed to where you and Keira were very much in your own little bubble. The group watched as Keira said something to you, and you dropped your head onto her neck, all sporting smiles as Keira’s fingers traced gentle lines on the sliver of bare skin on your back.

“At least you get a break,” Lucy commented, bringing her arm around Ona’s shoulder. “It was like this at City too, and at camp.”

“Oh god. Do you remember that time when Y/N did her hamstring, and she wasn’t on England camp? It was maybe a week and all I heard from her was ‘Kei this’ and ‘Kei that’.” Ellie chimed in, rolling her eyes at the memory.

You had torn your hamstring a week or so before you were supposed to go away on an England camp. The suddenness of it all had meant you were even more mopey than you would have been normally. Yes, you missed playing, and yes, you weren’t a fan on the rehab. But doing it without Keira to keep your spirits up was too much to handle. She had been by your side from the moment you had sat down on the grass, your face contorting in pain. She had been subbed off a few moments after you and followed you down the tunnel. Keira had driven you home and stayed the night, doting on you hand and foot, acting as you butler, driver and bodyguard until she had to leave for St George’s Park.

When Ellie had picked you up the next morning, you were a vision of sadness. Your hair was sloppily tied up, the blue circles under your eyes more noticeable than ever before. Ellie had taken note of the small 24 printed on both your hoodie and shorts for the whole week.

“God, Kei was no better. ‘I wonder what Y/N’s doing right now?’, ‘Has anyone heard from Y/N?’, ‘I better text her, make sure she’s doing okay’, ‘Oh, sorry I can’t hang out with you, I’m facetiming Y/N’. It was nauseating,” Lucy huffed, taking a swig of her drink.

“Ok, we get it, they’re in love and have been for ages, they just need to get a grip and kiss each other.” Kika laughed, watching her two new friends press themselves closer and closer.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Aitana asked.

“Oh, Kei. I’m so in love with you it hurts.” Patri joked, her eyelids fluttering as you drapped herself over Cata.

“Oh, Y/N/N, me too. I’m just too in my head to do anything about it.” Cata joined in.

“I’m thinking we change our plan. Operation Get Y/N and Keira to Kiss at Christmas is a go.” Mapí turned to the table, bringing out her phone to take notes.

“We may need to shorten the name.” Caro chimed in, a small smile on her face.

“What are they planning?” You asked Keira, your face millimetres from hers.

“They want you to celebrate Christmas.” Keira smiled as you groaned, your head dropping onto her shoulder.

“I am celebrating Christmas, Mum and Dad are flying out on Christmas day.”

“I know that. You know that. They just don’t know that’s how you do Christmas.” Keira pressed a sneaky kiss to your temple. “They want you to spend Christmas with someone, you rescued me before that bit got figured out.”

“No,” you whined. “I love my Christmas plans. A chilled Christmas and then a very fun New Years’ with you.” You couldn’t help the blush that rose on your cheeks when you thought of your New Years’ plans.

“I know you do,” Keira laughed quietly, her cheeks sporting a similar blush. “And it’ll be our first New Years’ together.” You rolled your eyes.

“Stop phrasing it like that. We’ve spent a million New Years’ together.” You complained, shuffling closer, relishing in the feeling of her fingers against your skin.

“No, we haven’t. We have spent 13 together. But this we’ll be our first one as more than just friends.” Keira whispered into your ear.

It was a new development for you and Keira. One that had taken far too long to happen, but over a snowy hot chocolate at the Munich Christmas market when you had flown out to see Georgia, it had happened. It wasn’t really anything epic, nothing like a fairytale. Keira had told you how beautiful you looked, eyes reflecting the lights of the market. You had blushed and told her you thought she looked pretty too. She had pushed some hair off your face, and you were just inches from each other and then suddenly her lips were on yours and you hadn’t looked back since.

You had told your family but beyond that, you were relishing in the privacy of it all. The stolen kisses and quiet declarations were adding to the magic of it all. You knew you needed to tell the team soon, but you were having too much fun watching them moan and groan at each other. You were more than happy to keep it between you to, a perfect little secret to be shared at just the right time.

It was the last home game before the break when Mapí’s plan was finally able to come to light. She had everything planned to perfection. Aitana and Kika were still out on the field with Keira. Ellie and Lucy were signing things for fans and keeping a close eye on you. Alexia was the organiser, the go-between to make sure you would be walking down the tunnel at the same time. Cata was waiting by the locker room door, making sure that no one would stand in the way. Mapí, Patri and Pina were all in the locker room, placing mistletoe at strategic locations across the room. One above the doorway, one above each of your lockers, one by the entrance to the showers and the last one tucked safely next to Mapí’s things, a fail-safe she could wave above you if Plan A, B, C and D fell through.

It was the Man City game, the team knew they had ample time to prepare with how long you and Keira would stay out on the pitch catching up with old friends, but that didn’t help with the nerves. Mapí had even bribed one of the coaches to help. When Alexia gave the signal, a painstakingly crafted but natural movement of taking off her Captain’s armband, the coach would drift over to you, telling your group they needed to come inside for cool down and stretches. At the same time, Carla would beckon Keira over for some media and you would both meet at the top end of the tunnel, ready to walk past the rest of the team and straight into the locker room. Vicky had been chosen to point out the mistletoe if you hadn’t spotted it already. It had originally been Ingrid but that was met with a raised eyebrow and a shake of her head.

“Kjære, are you su-”

“Sí, Ingrid, I am more than sure. It will be un milagro de Navidad.” Mapí waved her girlfriend away, her eyes fixed excitedly on the door.

“- it’ll be nice. I’m glad that Lani and the other Aussies will be able to get back home quickly.” You chatted away to Keira, a City shirt adorning your top half as you pushed your way into the locker room. Pina not-so-subtly came to stand in front of you, stopping you in the doorway.

“You played really well, Chicas.” Pina smiled unnaturally at you.

“Uh, thanks?” You said slowly, although it came out more like a question.

“Sí, muy buen juego” Patri added, her eyes also a bit too wide. You looked towards Keira and back again, you eyes taking in the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling.

“Oh, mira eso. You are standing under muérdago. Ellie, what is muérdago en Inglés?” Vicky called, her voice superficially high.

“Mistletoe, Vicky. It is Mistletoe in English.”

“Ahh, sí. Y/N and Keira are standing under mistletoe.” Vicky’s acting was appalling. You glanced up anyway, smiling at the small spring resting above your heads. “Is the tradition the same in England as it is in España?” Vicky held her hands out in a comical shrug.

“You mean, whoever is caught under the mistletoe has to kiss, otherwise it is bad luck?” Ellie added, her acting equally awful.

“Ah, so it is the same.”

You looked over to Mapí, who was vibrating like a kid about to open their most anticipated present.

“Be … so, be … so, beso, beso, beso” Mapí began to chant, her voice carrying across the room.

You looked to Keira, smiling at her as the small blush bloomed across her cheeks. You shrugged, as if saying ‘I’m down if you are’. She nodded shyly, a smile matching yours. You shuffled a little closer, your hand coming to rest on her cheek.

You leaned in, the world around you fading into the background. Her breath hitched as your faces drew closer, her gaze briefly dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. The moment stretched, charged with anticipation, until finally, your lips met in a tender, lingering kiss.

The room exploded with applause, whoops, and whistles. Mapí was the loudest, clapping her hands and shouting, “Eso es! Así se hace!”

As you pulled back, Keira’s shy smile had turned into a full-blown grin, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nerves and exhilaration. “Well,” she said, laughing softly, “guess we’re lucky now.”

“Guess we are.” You stuck your tongue out at her as you moved away to the bathroom.

“So, how was your first kiss with the girl you’ve been in love with since you were 13?” Lucy asked, nudging Keira with her elbow.

“Oh, that wasn’t our first kiss,” Keira smiled up at her friend, her cheeks still lightly stained with pink.

Lucy blinked. “N-not your first kiss?” She spluttered.

“Oh no, I was her first kiss when we were like 16? I think. It was a youth camp, and everyone was saying about their first kiss and she said she hadn’t had one so I kissed her.”

“J-just like that? You kissed her? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Why would I, Luce? It’s not that deep.” Keira laughed, enjoying the look on Lucy’s face.

“Not … not that deep?” Lucy screeched. “Kei, you’ve been in love with her since you were 13, I have had to listen to you both whine and whine about it all and you’ve already kissed her? Keira, what the fuck?”

“Language, Lucia.” Keira teased, bending over to gather her stuff for the shower.

“H-have you kissed her since you were 16?” Lucy asked, trying to wrap her head around what was going on.

“Of course she has,” You chimed in, kissing Keira swiftly on the cheek. “It would be weird not to kiss your girlfriend.”

[mj0702]

Is that statement about Gareth in the Christmas blurb, possibly what you said to Gareth at the Barça-Man City game?

Loved the fic, BB and Lucy up to their antics. Also, when did BB break Vilda's nose the second time?

-Aspen

Rubiales nose... I just made it twice... sounded funnier 🤣😅

and yes... that was me at the city game 😅