#Transferring

[ascholarsjournal]

27.10.24

I can’t believe it’s almost November, which means it’s almost December, and almost the end of the first semester. It feels so chaotic and I’m still trying to make sure I have everything turned in or resubmitted with proper edits.

This past week I worked on a small group project! I took my physical science exam - my first 100 on an exam this semester! :) I made more appointments with my advisors. Other than that, I’ve just been doing my best to stay on top of my work and begin tackling some transfer essays in my free time.

I’ve been nervous because all of my applications for transferring are essentially due around March. Next semester, I’m going to be back in person, taking honors, and potentially taking more credits than I ever have before. I’m trying to make sure I stay on track to finish by this summer, but I don’t want to do anything to mess my GPA up as I’m being considered by institutions I want to impress. I’ll get some more advice from my advisors (hopefully) and see what the best course of action is. And somehow on top of all of that, I need to push myself to be more active on the campus/in the community.

Everything seems nerve wracking and overwhelming before you start taking the manageable, realistic steps to make it happen. I can’t make up for a lack of support, but I can work on my confidence!

[exmpdg]

time does not slip into itself

instead sediment compounding

I pick out granules from the glass

amongst thick layers still founding

and wonder where this unease goes

as my back finds a seat cushion

and hard eyes through the train windows

see the romance, the race I shun

What are these lungs of bitterness?

These exhalations of whipped wind?

tempered by watercolor eyes

and crooked smiles of those who have sinned?

perhaps the irritants of time

sand rolling between blushing thighs

beat the beach I could make of them

remaining only some goodbyes

[gyorouis]

man,,, being a college student here in the ph is cRAZYYYY like CRAZY CRAZY ?!??!?!!

[ameliakeli]

5 Decisions to Make When Transferring Dropbox to Google Drive

[brandnewnyla]

Seizing Oppurtunity!

Ambiance: Opening Up from Waitress the Musical

Written circa Fall 2021

Ladies! Guess what? I have a testimony. I’m on Broadway! I’m. On. Broadway! ME! What? I’m actually doing theater in Times Square in a bona fide Broadway show. They don let ya girl IN! There are other Broadway actors, crew, and creative team members that surround me daily. (I even get to share the stage with a whole superstar.) What is life? How did I get here? How does a girl from the hood in Cleveland acquire two degrees in singing and end up standing across from people 8 times a week that she would only encounter on Google? How am I making my Broadway debut in September 2021 in WAITRESS the Musical, a show that closed January 2020? A show that I haven’t auditioned for in 5 years and landed because I was auditioning for something COMPLETELY different? Crazy, right? Maybe but let’s talk about when opportunity meets preparation meets resurrection meets redirection.

            I am from the inner city of Cleveland, OH. I grew up afraid of my own voice, intimidated by it. Something in me knew that it was bigger than me and would require all of me to maximize. I also was aware of how different it was from those around me. Those powerhouse gospel singers who could tear the church down? Yeah, that wasn’t me. Mine was powerful in a different way. Its audience would be found in a different venue and that arena found me. Freshmen year of high school, the religion/drama/speech and debate teacher heard me singing in the hallway and asked me to audition for the musical. To which I responded, “What’s a musical?” I had no idea what I was getting myself into but that high school production of Little Shop of Horrors at St. Peter Chanel High School opened a world to me that I didn’t know I needed. Fast forward to now where I have a Bachelor of Music degree in Music Theater from Baldwin Wallace University, after getting rejected the first time and having to endure 6 years of undergraduate studies. I’ve coupled that with a Master of Music degree from New York University, graduating during a global pandemic mind you. There’s so much more to this story but I only got 600 words, y’all!

            Have you ever felt like something was chasing you down? Like it was after you and with all that you may have done to shift gears or maybe even not deeming yourself worthy, it kept finding you? That’s how I feel about music theater. It found me. Moments in life where I didn’t know what to do next or even have knowingly gone in the wrong direction, God would order my steps back to Him and then back to it. When I left the high school where I originally learned about the art form, transferring and then not afforded the opportunity to do theater because my grades plummeted, God redeemed those two years with two years at a state college where I learned what I needed and who I was in the art. I then transferred to my dream university and earned my BM and moved to New York. Not knowing how I would make ends meet in New York City and scraping to get by, I was then able to tour the country with musicals like Wicked and The Color Purple to get back on track financially. Having to defer a year before going to graduate school meant graduating in 2020, not knowing that a global pandemic would be waiting for us all BUT what redemption that 18 months later, I’m back on stage. Not just any stage either, I’m on THE STAGE! I’m on Broadway y’all and it’s just so sweet. 

[a2zsportsnews]

Tajh Ariza Talks Transferring to His Dad's Alma Mater and Taking the Family Name

The first time Trevor Ariza noticed his son was different was in a fourth-grade basketball game. After breaking down a poor 8-year-old with a single move, Tajh Ariza drove into the paint and kicked the rock out to an open shooter with a seamless behind-the-back pass. “The timing was perfect. It was in stride. It was just a perfect pass,” Trevor says. It’s a typical sunny day on the west side of…

[utsaahpsychologyclinic]

"Sometimes you can find peace of mind by transferring yourself to different situations. They're just reminders to stay ... calm."

[animentality]

[mechanical-drawing]

08 July 1876

[botanicalbasilly]

I hate being a person who loves bugs, I can't say anything without the person I'm talking to reacting with disgust. Today I had to literally beg a coworker for the life of a spider, and then after I put it in a nook outside she thought it'd be funny to show me a video she took of her killing one. Like idk man. Birds scare the shit out of me but I still get why people love them. They come in pretty colors and they sound nice and they're interesting to observe. I don't understand why people don't feel the same about bugs. The rich amber color of a cockroach, the iridescent glow of a fly, the intricate hydraulics that power their little legs, the chirp of a beetle, the art of the spider's web... It's all so beautiful. Why is it the habit of so many to destroy?

[cfaith28]

Psychopomp

The world is never quiet like when I’m leaving, Never loved you more than when I do, Love, there’s hills to be climbed, I’ll be led by the path we trampled through, This morning road glistens, Blanketed by a virginal morning dew, I think your still sleeping, Just how I left you, For a moment, everything’s clean, There’s nothing left to do. – A soldier’s march forward, A brother…

[paintedcrows]

Had a silly thought about hypothetical cat curse shenanigans with @dark-lord-of-awesomeness's How to Cat Burglar a Family ;)

Bonus doodle!!

[bricreative]

Pre-battle embrace, call back to the bridge scene mayhaps? 👀🧐

[tuometarr]

okay so what actually lives rent free in my head is this line

because like, viktor, girlie pop, what DO YOU MEAN???? this man has KILLED YOU and after THAT you had a homoerotic fight where after you wrapped your legs around him and choked him he rejected you and destroyed your little robot avatar that shed tears about it

and at the peak of your no emotions no free will evolution you are "... pleased to see him" PLEASED?? to?? see?? him??

truly a fatal case of gay yearning

[zhelin-thames]

Tiny baby ghost

idea from Prompt for @silverblueglitter

part 2 and 3 are out Masterpost

The summoning circle glowed an eerie green, casting sharp shadows around the Justice League's meeting chamber. John Constantine, sleeves rolled up and cigarette dangling from his lips, muttered the last words of the incantation. The room held a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of the magical energy.

When the green smoke cleared, instead of the imposing figure of the Ghost King they’d expected, a scrawny teenager in a black jumpsuit with white gloves and boots appeared, looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Seriously?!” Danny Phantom groaned, throwing up his hands. “It’s a school night!”

The room collectively blinked. Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged confused glances. Batman’s eyes narrowed behind his cowl, while the Batkids—perched around the room like chaotic gargoyles—leaned forward, intrigued.

“This… is the Ghost King?” Nightwing asked, his voice skeptical but amused.

“Ghost King?” Danny repeated, holding up a hand. “Nope. Wrong guy. Try again.”

“Clearly, this is a child,” Robin said flatly, stepping forward with his arms crossed. “Either the summoning ritual failed, or we’ve been deceived.”

“Who are you calling a child, mini-Nightmare?” Danny shot back, floating an inch off the ground to look taller. “I’m fifteen. How old are you, eight?”

“I am fourteen, you insufferable spirit,” Robin snapped, glaring daggers at him. “And you are woefully unqualified to speak to me in such a tone.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Robin Junior. Let me know when you grow a sense of humor.”

Red Hood, perched casually on a table nearby, barked out a laugh. “I like this kid already.”

Robin scowled. “You would.”

Red Hood swung his legs off the table, standing to his full height. “Alright, Casper, if you’re not the Ghost King, why’d this ritual grab you instead?”

“That’s a great question! Wish I knew!” Danny said, throwing up his hands.

Constantine frowned, stepping closer. “You’re definitely ghostly, mate, and half-alive by the looks of you.” His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “You’re a bloody halfa.”

Danny froze, eyes darting to the swirling green barrier still holding him in the circle (not really). “I’m a ghost. And yeah, I’m alive. What’s it to you?”

Batman loomed closer, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you’re not the Ghost King, why does this summoning work?”

“Great question! Wish I knew!” Danny threw up his arms again, his ectoplasm glowing faintly in frustration. “I don’t even know who you are, and you’ve already ruined my night! or Maybe the universe hates me. That’d explain a lot!”

“Who even made this circle?” Red Hood asked, pointing at Constantine. “Did you check it? It’s glowing green. That’s ghost vibes, man.”

“Thanks for the observation, Red Hood,” Constantine said dryly. “What gave it away, the ectoplasm or the ghost?”

“You are in no position to demand answers,” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re worse than my parents,” Danny muttered.

Before Batman could respond, the air grew colder. A heavy, oppressive presence filled the room as green flames erupted in the middle of the chamber. From the flames stepped Pariah Dark, fully armored and radiating raw power, his glowing eyes zeroing in on Danny.

The League tensed, weapons at the ready, but Pariah didn’t even look at them. Instead, his expression softened in a way that could only be described as paternal as he reached out and plucked Danny out of the circle like a child grabbing a stuffed animal.

“Who dares summon my child?” Pariah rumbled, his deep voice shaking the room. He cradled Danny in one massive hand as though he were the most precious treasure in existence. Danny, for his part, just sighed and leaned against one of Pariah’s fingers.

“Dad, chill. They’re not trying to hurt me—” Danny shot a glare at Batman, “—yet.”

“‘Dad’?” Robin echoed, utterly baffled.

“They stressed him out,” Pariah continued as if Danny hadn’t spoken. “This is the third time in two weeks. Do you know how much sleep he’s lost? He has school!”

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The third summoning this week,” he growled. “And for what? To disrupt his rest? His studies?”

“Studies?” Robin repeated incredulously. “This alleged ‘Ghost Prince’ is concerned with—”

“School,” Red Hood supplied helpfully, smirking. “That tracks. He’s just a kid.”

“I’M NOT JUST A KID!” Danny protested, his voice cracking slightly. Jason snorted.

Before anyone else could respond, Fright Knight materialized beside Pariah, his armor gleaming and his sword crackling with ghostly energy. He took one look at the summoning circle and grimaced.

“Shall I eliminate the offenders, my liege?” he asked Pariah, his grip tightening on his sword.

“No!” Danny yelped, waving his hands frantically. “No eliminating, no smiting! We talked about this, remember?”

Pariah sighed, his massive shoulders slumping. “They stressed you out,” he rumbled. “They should pay.”

“They’ll be fine,” Danny muttered. “Just… let me handle it, okay?”

“‘Fine,’ he says,” Red Hood muttered. “We’re seconds away from getting blasted into the afterlife.”

Robin's hand drifted toward his sword, his eyes darting between Pariah and Fright Knight. “This is absurd. We are the Justice League. Surely, we are not so easily—”

“Shut it, kid,” Consttantine interrupted. “Unless you want to test if we’re actually ‘fine.’”

Danny groaned. “Can we not do this right now?”

Wonder Woman stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. “We summoned you because we need the Ghost King’s aid to stop a catastrophic magical event threatening the world.”

“Then why not summon him?” Danny snapped. “I’m not the king!”

“Yet the ritual brought you,” Batman said, his voice a mix of curiosity and accusation.

Pariah’s gaze darkened. “The crown does not transfer unless challenged. And none shall dare challenge my son.”

Danny squirmed in his ghost-dad’s grip. “Okay, Dad, they get it. Can you not threaten to destroy the world for five minutes?”

Pariah huffed but gently set Danny down, though he remained close, a looming shadow of protective menace.

Constantine rubbed his temples, muttering something about “bloody teenagers” and “overprotective ghost tyrants.” Meanwhile, the Batkids exchanged glances, clearly plotting something.

Danny sighed. “Look, I’ll help you guys with your big, scary magical problem, but can we make it quick? I have a chem test tomorrow.”