#How To Get College Scholarship

[sforzesco]

Allow me, if you will, a moment to go absolutely rabid over your blog and everything that goes on here. I’ve always loved history but the USA hardly likes teaching anything that isn’t American History. I’ve forgotten how much I love WORLD history, specifically the rise and fall of empires.

I’ve been smothering myself in your posts and I love it ALL. JC, Pompey, Crassus, Sulla, Octavian, Antony, Cassius, and Brutus. Wow what a mood. You don’t miss on your references or your modern AU’s and I’m over here like- I’m trying to buy whatever web comic you put out, book you write, etc.

Also, if you’d be so kind to list some material with like themes to start breaking into these topics. Preferably materials in English or translated materials.

HELL YEAH LET'S GO

if you really want to start on the ground floor for breaking into something, I'd recommend my personal favorite approach which is picking the figure that's most interesting to you, reading through plutarch's biography on them (free! online! in english!) and then putting their name through a jstor search and reading whatever sounds fun.

other than that, the primary theme I've been wandering around in lately, so these are the materials I've been really enjoyed related to that:

The Deaths of the Republic: Imagery of the Body Politic in Ciceronian Rome, Brian Walters

The Game of Death in Ancient Rome: Arena Sport and Political Suicide, Paul Plass

Ideology in Cold Blood: A Reading of Lucan's Civil War, Shadi Bartsch

Statius and Virgil: The Thebaid and the Reinterpretation of the Aeneid, Randall T. Ganiban

Rome, Blood & Power, Gareth C Sampson

I also have a comparatives tag where I play connect the dots with texts that made my brain go brrr

[fridayyy-13th]

anyone else up trying not to think too hard about the future or is it just me haha

[bookwyrminspiration]

i applied for a $13000 a year scholarship and got it btw. if you even care

[griddleharkbrainrot]

It is so funny to me that not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES I have just started rambling about my autistic special interest and people have responded with job offers/college scholarships

Apparently they "like the passion I have for my work"

[realnielsbohr]

i hate being stressed about like. things that are actually stressful. normally i could be like "all is well 😌it will be ok no matter what" or whatever but i genuinely cant do that here. if i dont get this sorted out im genuinely fucked

[smile-files]

i'm gonna have a phone call in two hours and i Don't Want To

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — out in the desert.

Martin remembers, with great clarity, the first time Citizen Brown took him to the “satellite office.” 

He still hadn’t quite gotten over the novelty of being in a car– as his assistant, he’d accompanied Citizen Brown on some of his rounds, of course, but he’d never been in one for this long– and he’d never been outside the walls of Hill Valley before. Almost as soon as they were out on the open road– and it was really open– he remembered his shoulders falling and taking in the deepest, biggest breath of the fresh air, the free air, he could. 

Then he’d remembered he was in Citizen Brown’s car– sitting next to him!– but when he looked back, an apology at the ready, Citizen Brown had just given him a smile.

“Just wait,” he’d assured, in that low, level tone of his, but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “you haven’t seen the best part.” 

And he’d been right. The desert was breathtaking.

He’d never realized there were so many stars or noticed how rich the smell of sun and earth and life really was. The thunderstorms were electrifying and awe-inspiring, the days were long and hazy while nights were crisp and bright, and he could rest without needing to look over his shoulder, sleep without feeling eyes glaring at him from a fuzzy CRT screen, monitoring every move. 

It was perfect, especially now that they were hiding his guitar here, too. 

Out here, he could understand why Dave and Linda had left and never looked back, never came back for him in the three long years they’d been gone. If he and Citizen Brown didn’t have to go back– if Citizen Strickland wouldn’t come looking for them and spoil everything– Martin doesn’t think he would, either.

He smiles as he watches Doctor Brown’s reaction to seeing the secret lab, greeting all the inventions and tools like long lost friends. Evening is settling in and there’s a chill in the air, but Martin doesn’t mind; he just draws his Junior Brown Brigade letterman jacket tighter around himself and lets the warmth of the moment take care of the rest.  

When Doctor Brown seems to settle into a familiar rhythm, looking over Citizen Brown’s notes and muttering to himself, hand fisted into his hair, Martin feels the familiar itch in his fingers as he looks at his guitar in the corner. 

He feels the bounce in his toes, the melody unfurling in his head, the beat filling his chest and threatening to burst out any way it can if he doesn’t do something about it soon. He curls his hands into loose fists, flexing them in an attempt to be still and unobtrusive as he weighs his options. 

“Sir– I mean, Doctor Brown?” He grasps his left wrist behind his back, squeezing. “Would it, uh… Would it be okay if I practiced…?” 

Doctor Brown swivels around in his chair, surprised. Almost imperceptibly, as the situation registers, his jaw tightens, and Martin freezes, before the scientist’s expression morphs into one of concern and tenderness.

“You don’t have to ask my permission, Marty,” he returns, kindly, “Where I’m from, you play your music all the time! It helps both of us think. Anyway, I could do with something with a little life in it after that hellish, egotistical panopticon we’ve just escaped from.”  

“Something with a little life in it,” Martin hums, smiling as just the right song pops into his head. “Alright. I got it.”

He grabs the guitar, flicking the amp on, tapping his foot in time before beginning a bouncy riff, fingers strumming the strings as if it’s second nature. As his hand shifts up and down the fingerboard, something inside him knits back together.

“Better stop dreamin’ of the quiet life, ‘cause it’s the one we’ll never know,” 

Before he can stop himself, he’s singing quietly, the lyrics spilling out of him.

“And quit runnin’ for the runaway bus ‘cause those rosy days are few, and…”

The chords become more confident, his hand remembering a dance he’d thought he’d forgotten the steps to.

“Stop apologizing for the things you’ve never done,”  Proud and more than a little taken aback as his voice soars, he grins at Doctor Brown, who, to his amazement, grins back, tapping his foot along to the beat.

“‘Cause time is short and life is cruel and it’s up to us to change 

This town called Malice!” 

Martin imagines his music, now free, filling the lab, filling the desert, the notes reaching all the way up to the thousands of stars in their sky and the millions and billions beyond. 

[mr-selfdestruct]

Me when I can't get state scholarships bc I was homeschooled 👍

[schoenht]

This weekend I’m taking my mom out for brunch so I can wind down from this first full week of school and talk about college and scholarships and stuff. I also think I could benefit from a blooming onion and some rolls with cinnamon butter (guilty pleasure) bc damn i just started and senior year is already kicking my ass.-🧃

OOOOOOO what's a blooming onion BUT ROLLS WITH CINNAMON BUTTER SOUND SO GOOD YOU DESERVE THEM senior year is the fucking worst man, brace yourself (all i'm saying is. spring semester is dogshit. i cried more times in my senior year of spring semester than i've ever cried in my life)

[insistonyourcupofstars]

finally set up my curtains that I've put off for years.... bought a dry-erase calendar that I color-coded.... bought hair/skin care... drank more than one cup of water

[sorribu]

im gonna practically b a senior a week from now holy fuck

[sadistic-softie]

I fucking hate the process of FAFSA and scholarship applications. It's so fucking complicated for no reason. They're making it so impossible. I'm legit considering giving up on my dreams and wasting all the opportunities my trade school gave me because of this shit. If this gets fucked up for me it's gonna drain all the money from my abusive mother's account and she lives paycheck to paycheck. She can't afford that and I can't afford how she's gonna treat me if that happens. They also emailed her without my permission about the errors even though I told them having contact with her was unsafe??? Anyways, the delays from FAFSA made me miss the deadline for scholarship applications so I'm gonna have to wait a year and I might have to apply for the college again and hope they accept me again and redo yet another FAFSA for like the 3rd time. which is def gonna make my mom pissed at me. They're tryna get me killed I swear. All for what? So I can go "weee forensic science~!" Starting to feel not worth it. Fuck college tbh. I'm trying so hard not to give up. They keep saying there's a mistake on my application on the same part and I keep resubmitting it because there's no mistakes and the fact that I haven't been able to get my FAFSA in has led to me running out of time on some scholarship applications that required information from The returned FAFSA in order to submit but had a time limit and I've been working with my career and college counselor on this and we haven't been able to figure out what to do and it's pissing my mom off and I'm just scared. I never even put her name of the stuff and I told them contacting her was dangerous to me and they still did it. They don't realize how dangerous this actually is for me because being in contact with my mom can and often does lead to me being suicidal but I don't really have control over anything right now so I'm just kind of stuck. I just don't think I was meant to be a human because I don't have the skill set and the mental capacity for this basic everyday shit that every other human goes through and it just feels really pathetic. She was right. I'm never going to fucking be able to be an adult because I can't handle regular shit like this and I don't think I ever will be able to it's just fucking pathetic. Like how am I going to handle the process of buying my own home it's doing bills and taxes and shit when I can't even handle stuff for that people who are 18 do? This is college stuff this is stuff that teenagers are supposed to be able to know how to do and I'm 20 fucking years old and I can't even figure it out with two parents and a fucking counselor who specializes in helping kids get into college. This is why I fucking hate myself. I ruin everything for myself with my own incompetence and trying to fix it makes it worse.

[rescuefield]

we always talk about how claire could have been this or that but we should also mention that the mf is great in gymnastics?? wouldn't be surprised if she was in the track team or something athletic related

[chaoticeddie]

I may be dumb......but like. college athletes get paid by the school to play for the school???? they get paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to play on a college team.......and yet teachers and administrative staff don't get paid shit????????

[rsbry-beret]

what they don’t tell you about scholarship season is how gross it feels to look at personal tragedy and monetize it

[yourqueenb]

This is so dumb? I’m all for MC realizing that she can’t just be a stick in the mud all throughout college but like… there’s a time and a place