#How To Get College Scholarship

[thatoneluckybee]

uh yay like 99% chance i just lost gpa to keep parents off my back over a test and i didn’t pull grade up as much as i needed to uh. my parents really do not like this teacher so they said it was fine this time but also do not believe that in the slightest they have changed their minds about it before so we shall see. if i lose access to the outside world privileges for a little while at least i have new books to read?? I will be Fine but bored

APOLOGIES FOR RANDOM LIFE LORE INFODUMPS I JUST DONT WANT YALL TO THINK IM DEAD AGAIN IF I GET PHONE TAKEN TuT I AM NOT. IF I DISAPPEAR IM GOOD!! Just no tumblr for a bit :’)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

mason mccormick. who still, in all the ways he won't admit, wants approval. maybe from pop. maybe not. the next best thing or the next. but always stumblin, hands open n askin, am I doin this right? am I doin enough? is this the right choice? meetin dallas winston. whos no one to him really. his half brothers half brother. who's maybe the first person to ask: why do you care? who's yes are you waitin for? why?

[stormyrainyday]

made the mistake of crying in front of my dad and got hit with the

- you're naive for expecting decency from the world around you

- you have everything you could need, why cry about anything

- other people's behavior is not your problem (re: classmates were so loud I couldn't hear the lecture I waited for four hours to attend)

- there is no reason to be tired at your age

[oxymoronicdumbass]

if one more person tries to talk to me about college, i swear on everything i love, i will explode

[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

[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 👍

[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

[pen-of-roses]

Uuuuuuughhhhhhhhhh

[figbian]

i feel like. unhinged. trying to explain that aeneid literary analysis is genuinely invigorating to me. heart pumping, blood rush, whatever. i read a well-argued paragraph and i need to pace.