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sunmoonandeddie · 5 years ago

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marriage story

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 5,641

summary: Fake marrying Bucky was only supposed to be a means to an end.

prompt: college au, fake marriage au, and enemies to lovers

warnings: swearing, talk of past sexual abuse

a/n: This was written for @broadwayandnetflix for @bucky-smiles‘s Secret Santa! SURPRISE!!!! I’m so sorry I’m a day late, I just wanted to make sure it was as good as I could make it!! I really hope you enjoy!!!

You weren’t sure how you ended up staring at divorce papers.

Hell, you’d just graduated college three weeks ago and had miraculously landed your first job that was conducive to your career.

And now, you were a divorcée at the age of twenty-one.

Granted, your marriage had lasted much longer than a lot of those that happened when the two people were teenagers.

It had also been fake, but that’s beside the point.

You read over the divorce papers for the eightieth time since they’d arrived. Both of you took your individual things, no need for lawyers…

It had all seemed so simple when it first began. A means to an end.

You were eighteen and stupid. Desperate. You had no idea what the consequences would be.

You had no idea that you’d actually fall in love with your husband.

He’d needed to live off campus since he couldn’t afford the on campus housing. At a minimum of seven thousand dollars a school year, it was ridiculous. You couldn’t really afford it either, but the school had a rule that you couldn’t live off campus until your junior year, and the two of you were still second semester freshmen.

Then there was the issue with your FAFSA. You weren’t exactly on good terms with your parents. And by not on good terms, you meant that you didn’t speak to them. At all. Getting their tax information wasn’t going to happen, and it wasn’t like they were helping you pay for college.

But FAFSA wouldn’t let you fill it out as an independent student until you were twenty-one. Apparently, being cut off from your parents wasn’t enough of a ‘special circumstance’ to allow it.

But, there was one little thing that could fix all that.

Matrimony.

If you were married, you’d have to file independently. No questions asked about parents.

And the university would allow you to live off campus, too.

It was a perfect solution. A quick little trip to the courthouse.

Living together had seemed logical. A little two bedroom apartment was much cheaper than seven thousand dollars for nine months in a dorm room you had to share.

Plus, you had to keep up the illusion to the school and the government that you were married.

Outside of living together though, there wasn’t much needed. Each of you wore a fake ring when you went to your meetings with your advisor and your classes. It kept the rabid frat boys away from you, at least.

And then there were the scholarships. Turns out, there are scholarships specifically for married college kids, and your advisor thought you were just perfect for it because she’d never met such a wonderful couple.

It was all perfect. Until it wasn’t.

First off, you and Bucky didn’t even really like each other when all of this started. You only knew each other because you were best friends with Natasha, who was his best friend’s girlfriend. It had actually been the two of them that had gotten the idea in the first place.

“So, I’m sure you’re wondering why we gathered you here today,” Steve said, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Steve, this is my room.”

This was not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night. You’d worked a double that day, from eight in the morning to ten that night.

The perks of working at a bar that did Mimosa Mornings on the weekends. The worst part was that you weren’t even allowed to take a shot or two to help you get through it since you were eighteen.

Stupid fucking law. If you could work in a bar, you should be able to drink to deal with the customers. Because fuck, they’re horrible.

But you made more than you’d be making at Buffalo Wild Wings, that’s for sure.

“Can we just get whatever this is over with?” Bucky asked from across the room. He definitely wasn’t keen to be stuck in a room with you for any longer than necessary. “I have work in the morning.”

“Same here,” you added, narrowing your eyes at the two who sat in front of you.

Natasha was your best friend and your roommate, but fuck were you ready to put out a ‘New Friends Wanted’ sign. You could take applications.

Requirement number one: Must not be dating the best friend of the most annoying prick in the world AKA Bucky Barnes.

Requirement number two: Must not be waiting to ambush you in your own dorm room with said prick.

“So, both of you are having issues with the university,” Nat said as she took out a bunch of papers. “The dorms are crazy expensive and you’re not allowed to live off campus. Also, FAFSA is ridiculous.”

“And we have a solution,” Steve said, a grin on his face. He was such a giver. He loved his friends more than anything in the world and would literally give anything for them. Seriously. You’d once watched him actually give the shirt off his back to Bucky when the latter had gotten drunk at a party and puked all over his.

He’d also gotten it on your shoes, and Bucky had just burped and said, “They look better now.”

The disgusting asshole.

“Well, spit it out,” you said, rubbing your temples. You were still in your uniform, a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top. Your hair smelled like cigarette smoke and someone’s beer that they spilled on you. “I’d like to go to sleep before sunrise, please.”

“You two could get married.”

Both you and Bucky stared at them like they’d grown two heads.

“I’m sorry… What the fuck did you just say?” You asked, standing up.

Natasha rushed to continue, still grinning. “If you two get married, the university will let you live off campus, and FAFSA will let you file as independent!”

“And it’s cheap! A marriage license only costs like… fifty bucks? Something like that!” Steve said.

Well… It wasn’t… a horrible idea, even if you and Bucky might end up killing each other before then.

“I don’t know...,” you said, the whole idea making you nervous. Marriage? Come on.

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I really don’t want to be married to her. We’d kill each other before we hit our six month anniversary,” he mocked, shooting a glare your way.

“It would only be until you graduate!” Natasha said. “And then, you two get divorced and it becomes a funny story to tell at parties!”

You shared a look across the room with the brunette. It would solve your problems…

“Fine.”

Turns out, getting married was a lot easier than you thought it would be. All four of you went to the courthouse that next Tuesday when all of you had a break in between classes.

You wore a sweatshirt and leggings, your ratty sneakers that were covered in mud along the bottom. Bucky wore jeans and a university hoodie.

Not exactly usual wedding attire.

Natasha, ever the optimist ever since she met Steve, had shoved a daisy she’d picked in your hair.

And an hour later, you’d walked out as Mrs. Barnes.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stood up from the couch and walked around the little place you’d called home since you were eighteen.

It had been quiet the first few months. You signed a lease on an apartment a few blocks from campus and had moved in right at the end of the school year, but he went home with Steve to Brooklyn, New York.

You were alone the entire summer except for the few weekends that Natasha managed to come visit. The only time you and Bucky spoke was when he texted you to let you know when he was moving in.

And that’s when the fighting had started.

As you stared at a picture of the two of you on the wall, you couldn’t help but laugh. In the photo, you two were sitting on the couch, holding a cake that Natasha and Steve had gotten you as a joke. HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY! was written across it in bright blue icing.

It was a far cry from when you two had first moved in. Everything was an issue. You didn’t do this, he did that, the both of you wanted to watch different movies and he had brought the television but you’d brought the DVD player. Everything. Hell, you’d sleep on the bean bag in Natasha’s dorm some nights because even being in the same apartment as him was too much.

Eventually, there was compromise. An understanding grew between you and with that, a truce. You couldn’t keep living like you were.

You were pretty sure the war had finally, silently ended one late night in October. It was the weekend before Halloween, and you’d had the worst shift of your life.

Your keys clanged as you unlocked the front door, trying to open it as quietly as possible. Even from where you stood, you could see the clock above the stove that read 1:42 AM. You were supposed to be off at ten, but that clearly hadn’t happened. One of the other girls working had gotten sick and you were forced to cover the few hours she was supposed to work alone until close.

And to add onto that, you made less the entire weekend than you had last Friday night. You’d been hit on, groped, yelled at. Fuck. You just wanted to collapse in your bed.

“You’re home late.”

“Fuck!” You jumped in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. God. Your anxiety had just spiked and the exhaustion you’d been feeling was replaced with your fight or flight instinct.

Bucky was standing in the hallway entrance, brows furrowed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He had on those gray sweats that he looked so good in…

No! Down girl! Bad!

It didn’t matter that he was hot. He was a total dick.

Though, lately he’d be rather kind. Nice. There’d been less fights in the past few weeks.

You cleared your throat, looking away from him. “Yeah, Wanda got sick, so I had to close.”

“There’s dinner in the microwave,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Oh. Thank you.”

He nodded, before disappearing down the hall. It surprised you when you heard the bath start, but whatever. Whether or not he took baths was none of your business.

You were surprised to find a huge bowl of vegetable soup in the microwave. Huh. You’d just been talking to Natasha about how much you missed your mom’s homemade version.

Whatever. It wasn’t like you’d ever be having that again.

You let your head rest on the counter as you waited for the soup to heat up. Fuck. Your entire body ached.

“Hey, do you want epsom salt?” Bucky called out from the bathroom.

“Uh, what?” You said as you raised your head. Even just moving that little made your head pound.

He poked his head out of the doorway, his long hair pulled back in a bun. “For your bath? Do you want epsom salt?”

“My bath? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked as the microwave beeped.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe. “The bath that I’m currently running you. Do. You. Want. Epsom. Salts?”

There was a long pause as the two of you stared at each other. “Yeah,” you said finally, your voice coming out a lot smaller than you expected. “That would be nice.”

Once he’d disappeared back into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and texted Nat.

To: Tasha

Why is Barnes acting weird?

From: Tasha

Which one of you?

Get it?

Cause you’re married?

To: Tasha

Yeah

I got it.

But he’s being fucking weird.

From: Tasha

How so?

To: Tasha

He made me dinner? At least, he poured vegetable soup from a can into a bowl and left it in the microwave.

And he’s running me a bath???

V V strange.

If I don’t text you tomorrow

It’s probably because he killed me

From: Tasha

Oh that

To: Tasha

What do you mean

“Oh that”????

NATASHA

ANSWER YOUR PHONE

From: Tasha

Sorry, was talking to Steve

He mentioned you’d been working a lot and how tired you were so I told him he should do something nice.

And I may have told him that you missed your mom’s vegetable soup.

So that probably explains that.

“Hey, it’s ready,” Bucky said as he came into the kitchen. “I’ve got some towels in the dryer going, so they’ll be all warm when you’re ready to get out.” He seemed so… laissez-faire about it. Like you two didn’t fight on a daily basis usually. He watched as you took a bite of the soup, his blue eyes zeroed in on you. “Do you like it?” He asked. “I tried following my ma’s recipe. Don’t know how well it went.”

You couldn’t help but moan around the spoon as the warm soup went down. Even reheated, it was amazing. “This is your mom’s recipe? It’s amazing.”

His cheeks flushed as he tried to hide a grin. “Thanks. I’ve missed her cooking.”

It was silent as you finished up the soup, the only sound being the spoon clanging against the bowl. It wasn’t until you set your dishes in the sink to wash the next day that he spoke again.

“Oh, I got you this,” he said as he pulled out a box. “I saw my advisor and he knows that we’re married and he mentioned that we still don’t have rings, so I just went and grabbed a ring from a thrift store.”

It was then that you noticed the simple silver band on his left ring finger, glinting in the low light.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said as you took the box. But your breath was stolen from your lungs as you opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond engagement ring with a matching diamond wedding band. “It’s… It’s beautiful… Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, you go ahead and get in the bath. I’ll bring you the towels when they’re done.”

As you sat in the bath, you couldn’t help but stare at the rings that now resided on your left hand. They glinted in the low light of the candles that had been placed in various places around the bathroom, most likely lit with Bucky’s lighter from the local smoke shop.

They were absolutely stunning.

Maybe… just maybe… this marriage wouldn’t be as bad as you first thought it would be.

You glanced over at the table as your phone buzzed, running to it. Maybe it’s Bucky…

But your hope was dashed as you realized it was Natasha calling you.

You hadn’t realized you’d been crying until a drop of water fell on the screen. Wiping your eyes, you brought it up to your ear. “Hey, Tasha! What’s up?” You couldn’t help but wince. You sounded like a fucking real estate agent. Perfect and peppy and… not you.

“Hey, I just wanted to call and see how you’re doing,” she whispered, as though she was trying to keep someone else from hearing. “Bucky got the divorce papers today and I figured that meant you did, too.”

Ah, another thing. He’d been staying at Steve and Natasha’s place since all of you had graduated, and the time had come for the divorce. He’d gotten all of his things out within two days, except for the hoodie you were currently cocooned in and your wedding rings.

“I know how much you love this place,” he’d said with a wry smile. “So you can have it in the divorce settlement.”

It had been a joke. The divorce settlement. Like you two had actually been in love and things just hadn’t worked out.

“You aren’t gonna change the Netflix password on me, right?” You asked as you stood in the doorway of Bucky’s room, arms crossed over your chest. “Because I’m still paying for half of it.”

Buck grinned at you as he taped the last box shut. “I don’t know… Might change it up on you. Have it all to myself. Then my suggested movies and shows won’t be so fucked up,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him. But there was no heat behind it. “We have separate profiles on there, you dumbass. So if Gossip Girl is on your suggested, that’s your fault.”

The laugh that erupted from his mouth made him throw his head back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Seeing Bucky Barnes laugh was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It was better than the Great Pyramids of Giza, the Taj Mahal, and the Great Wall of China all rolled into one.

“We’re still gonna have Thursday night movies, right?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your voice cracked.

In the three years since you’d gotten married, Thursday night had become your sort of fake Date Night. You two would order takeout and watch movies until the both of you passed out of the couch. You both changed your availability at your jobs to let them know that you couldn’t work Thursdays. Not even Natasha and Steve were allowed to intrude. It was just your special night to hang out.

“I’ll bring the food. Do you want Thai or Mexican?” He asked, his features a little softer.

“I’ll text you what I want,” you said. Biting your lip, you toyed with the rings on your left hand. “I guess I should give you these back, huh?” You started to slip them off, but he stopped you.

“They’re yours,” he said, his hand closing over yours. His blue eyes shimmered in the light as you swallowed. “Keep them… as a reminder of your former husband.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but you couldn’t tell if he was going to smile or frown.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said, suddenly surging forward to hug him. “Even though you’re super annoying.”

Bucky laughed as he wrapped his arms around you just as tight. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”

“How’s he doing?” You asked as you moved to what had formerly been Bucky’s room. It was now completely bare, except for a single gum wrapper on the floor. You sank down against the wall as you stared at it. Extra wintermint gum. Because he absolutely hated spearmint.

“About as well as you, I imagine,” she said slowly, choosing her words ever so carefully. “I don’t know. He went out for a walk a few minutes ago. But he locked himself in the guest room for hours after getting the papers.”

You let your head fall back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to stop another onslaught of tears. “This is what we wanted,” you said, your voice cracking.

A pause. You could feel the tension even through the phone, a can of worms Natasha was about to open. “Is it? Is this what you wanted?”

“This was always the plan!” You retorted, the tears coming in a wave now. “We’d stay married until after we graduated and then we’d divorce. No drama, no court, no lawyers. Just a means to an end.”

You could hear her whispering to someone that you knew was Steve on the other end for a few seconds, the sound muffled. She’d probably covered the speaker. “Do you want me to come over?” She finally asked.

“No,” you said with a sigh, rubbing the hell of your palm against your eyes. “I just wanna… curl up in bed and watch cheesy movies and never come out.”

You didn’t understand. Why did this hurt so bad? He was just a friend. You two had never even kissed, for crying out loud. This wasn’t some fanfiction where you two fell into bed one drunken night and then woke up with feelings. This wasn’t an ‘Oh no, there’s only one bed’ type of deal with 100K+ words on AO3. You two were just friends. Really. There was no happy ending for the two of you waiting.

“Are you still gonna go to the Barnes’s Fourth of July party?” Natasha asked, her voice softer.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on your knee caps. “There’s no point. We’re not married anymore.”

“Sweetheart,” she chided. “You know he’d want you there. So would his family. You’re still a Barnes, even if you change your last name back.”

“I don’t know,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip. “I like the last name Barnes better. It’s not like I have any connection to my old last name. Maybe…” You swallowed. “Maybe I should keep it. It costs money to change it back, after all. It’s on my license now.”

Ah, yes. Because your license had expired while you were married and you’d had to get a new one.

“You’re a Barnes now and forever, hon,” she teased. You could hear her smile through the phone. “And you know Winifred would be pissed as hell if you didn’t go. You’re her daughter now just as much as Bucky is her son.”

God, the tears came on like a tsunami when you remembered the Barneses. George, Winifred, Becca, all of them. Especially Winifred. Sweet, sweet Winnie that had become your mom in the years since you’d met her.

“Bucky, I don’t know about this,” you said as you walked up the steps to his place. Or, rather, his parents’ place. “I should just go home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed as he searched for the right key. “I’m not letting you drive the way back just to spend Christmas alone.”

Truthfully, it was stupid to even suggest. Your apartment that you shared with him now was over eight hours away, and it was two days before Christmas Eve.

God, how the hell did you end up here? You’d been planning on spending it alone, just like you had Thanksgiving.

But when Bucky had come back from the break and realized that you hadn’t gone anywhere, it’d prompted him to ask why, which had then resulted in him insisting on you accompanying him to New York City for Christmas with his family.

“What if they don’t like me?” You asked, barely audible. In truth, you were terrified. This was your first holiday season that you were away from your parents. Thanksgiving had been strange, and you had certain it wasn’t going to get any better up until a few weeks ago.

Bucky stopped suddenly, looking at you with big blue eyes. “Sweetheart, they’re going to adore you,” he said, more sincere than he’d been since the two of you had gotten married. “How could they not?”

“You didn’t!”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t like me either. And then we got to know each other.”

He had a point.

You grumbled, staring down at your boots. They were still covered in snow.

“And besides, Ma hasn’t shut up about meeting you ever since she found out about you,” he muttered as he finally found the right key. “Dad said she’s been obsessively cleaning the house since she found out you were coming.”

As soon as the opened the door, you were hit with a wall of sound. A woman with the same shade of hair as Bucky rushed forward, trapping the six foot man in a hug. “YOU’RE HOME!”

“Winnie, come on, don’t suffocate the boy.” A man with Bucky’s eyes appeared, his hands shoved in his pockets. He was trying to appear nonchalant, but the second he was free of his mother’s grasp, he was dragging him into another hug. “I’ve missed you, son.”

“And you must be his wife!” Winifred Barnes said, suddenly turning on you.

“Ma, she has a name.”

“I know that!”

“Winnie–”

You were pulled into a hug, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with feelings. Maybe it was just the fact that you hadn’t hugged your own mother in so long, or maybe it was just because Winifred was that lovely of a person. Either way, you were tearing up as she hugged you tightly. You gave her your name as she pulled back, looking over your face.

“Oh, you’re even prettier than Jamie said!”

Your cheeks flushed as Bucky grumbled out a quiet “Ma…”

It was then that you were swept into the apartment, finding it bustling with people. You were then introduced to the rest of his family: his younger sister, Becca, who was going to be a senior in high school and was SO grateful to have a new sister, his aunts, his uncles, his parents. The entire apartment was bursting with people even days before the actual holiday.

It wasn’t until after dinner (which was absolutely delicious) that you were able to capture a quiet moment in the kitchen, helping Winifred wash dishes.

“Thank you for having me over,” you said, to break the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, surprisingly, you just felt like you needed to vocalize your thanks for what was probably the third time. “It means a lot.”

“Any friend of Jamie’s is a friend of ours,” she said as she rinsed off a plate. “And we’re so grateful for what you’re doing. He mentioned that it helps you, too, but… Our family can’t afford to pay for his housing. We can barely make his tuition.” She looked at you with crystal clear eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. “We’re so happy to have you.” She then paused, glancing over at the side of the sink, where you’d set your wedding rings just to make sure they didn’t slip off in the water. “You know, I was so happy when he asked for my ring. He’s always dreamed of giving it to a girl.”

“What?” You asked, looking at her in shock.

Winifred paused, her brows furrowed in a way that really reminded you of your husband. “Did he not tell you? The engagement ring is mine. But he saved up over the summer to buy a matching band for it.”

Your heart raced in your chest as you stared at the rings. Bucky had gotten his ma’s ring for you? But… why? You two were barely friends at this point.

“I would’ve been spending Christmas alone if it wasn’t for him inviting me,” you said, breaking her stare to look down at your soapy hands. “He found out I spent Thanksgiving at home and almost shit a brick.” You rushed to cover your mouth, to apologize, but she just snorted.

An easy smile tugged at her lips. “Holidays are a big thing for our family, and I guess we passed that down to Jamie. Everyone comes to town for about a week and we spend it drinking and shooting the shit, baking. We can’t afford much, so our gifts are usually just spending time together,” she said.

“It sounds nice,” you whispered as you scrubbed absentmindedly at a pan. “My family… even when I still talked to them, we were never big on holidays.” Winifred had gone quiet beside you. “It was always just us. We’d eat dinner together and sometimes I’d get a present, but mostly it was just spent like any other day.”

She took a deep breath, setting a plate on the drying rack. “What… happened? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I… confronted my parents about the sexual abuse I went through as a kid,” you said slowly, swallowing around the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat. “My cousin… He, uh… He’s only a year and a half older than me. From the time I was… four or five, I think, to about twelve, he would… you know.” The kitchen felt deadly silent, and you were so glad that the rest of the Barnses, including Bucky, were in the living room. Even though he knew the basics of what had happened, you never told him details. “And my parents would punish me for it when he got caught. They blamed me. They’d ground me or spank me or… whatever.” You let out a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “They didn’t really take it well. It doesn’t matter though. I’m fine.”

You were shocked when you were suddenly pulled into a tight hug. Winifred’s arms formed a cocoon around you and you could feel her tears on your face. She was only an inch or two taller than you. “That was not your fault,” she gasped out, holding you to her. “That was not your fault.”

Before you realized what was happening, you were clutching onto her as hot tears streamed down your cheeks.

You didn’t know how long she’d held you before she leaned back, wiping away your tears. Or at least, trying to before they were replaced with more. “You are not what he did to you, you hear me?” She asked, wiping at her own face. “You are always welcome here. We’re your family now.”

“What’s going on here?”

The both of you turned to see Bucky in the doorway, his sea blue eyes wide. He was holding a few extra plates that had been left behind.

“Nothing,” she said with a watery grin. “Just… talking.”

“Here,” he said as he walked over and put the dishes inside the sink filled with soapy water. “I’ll finish up with my wifey here, and you go clean up before dad freaks out because you’re crying.”

She barked out a laugh, nodding. “Fine. Fine. You know how he gets if I’m upset,” she said, kissing your forehead before leaving.

“So… You actually okay?” Bucky asked as he took over rinsing the dishes you washed.

The smile that found its way onto your lips was real, surprisingly, as you said, “Everything’s great, Jamie.”

And even though he let out a groan, he was smiling, too.

It was after that trip that you’d started calling him Jamie. It just… felt better rolling off your tongue than Bucky ever did. It was also when holidays in Brooklyn became a permanent thing. Anytime Bucky went home, so did you.

They were your family.

But now… Now what? Did you lose them like you lost your parents?

Granted, losing your parents wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

“Sweetheart? You there?” Natasha asked, bringing you back to the present.

“Yeah,” you said, shaking your head to clear out the cloudiness of your memories. “Yeah, I’m–” You broke off as you heard a knock at the door, a frown tugging at your lips. “Hold on, Tasha, I’ll call you back…” You hung onto your phone as you walked to the front door, peeking through the peephole.

Bucky?... What the fuck was he doing here?

You opened the door wide, shocked to find him crying. His eyes were puffy and red, his nose running. “Jamie? What’s wrong?” You reached forward to touch his shoulder, shoving your phone in your back pocket.

“Don’t sign those papers.”

“Wait… What?” Now you were even more confused. Your brows furrowed as you pushed his hair back from his face. God, he needed a haircut. Maybe you could… No. Not the focus right now.

He stepped toward, half inside the apartment that had been his, too, just two weeks before. His large, calloused hand caressed your face. “I don’t want to not be your husband,” he said, his voice cracking.

Your heart thundered inside your chest and you were half sure this was some kind of trick of your mind to soothe its aching. “What do you mean?”

“I want to make this work,” he said as he cupped your face in his hands. “I… I want to actually have Thursday night Date Nights and take you out and when we go home for the holidays, I want to kiss you under the mistletoe my ma always hangs up, and I want you to wear my ma’s ring. I want to be your husband. Please.”

You didn’t realize you were crying–yet again, fucking damn it–until he wiped them away. “I don’t want to not be your wife, either,” you said, your voice shaking. “I love you, I love you so much.”

His lips met yours in a blazing kiss, holding you closer than you thought possible. “I love you more,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m never letting you go.”

You dragged him inside, shutting the door before kissing him again. “You’re staying here. None of this bullshit of you staying with Tasha and Steve.”

“Gladly,” he chuckled, holding onto your waist. “But only if I get to sleep in your bed.”

“Only if we can shred those divorce papers.”

The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing, and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw it was Winifred. He shot you an apologetic look as he answered it. “Hey, ma.”

She was speaking so loudly you could hear her clearly. “Well?! How did it go?! Did you ask her?!”

“Yes, I asked her,” he said slowly, squeezing your side. “She said yes. I’m with her now.”

Both of you flinched away as she screamed in excitement. “GIVE HER THE PHONE! GIVE HER THE PHONE!”

You smiled as you pressed it to your ear. “Hi, mom.”

“BABY! I’M SO HAPPY! NOW WE CAN HAVE A REAL WEDDING!” She was speaking at a hundred miles an hour. “Do you want a summer or fall wedding? I think it might be too late to do summer, but I’m sure we could scrounge something together!”

You giggled as Bucky stole kisses from you while she was speaking, distracting you.

“Sweetheart? You there?”

“A late summer wedding sounds perfect,” you said, unable to wipe the grin from your face. “Absolutely perfect.”

#cmmsecretsanta #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction

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bookmarksandbonfires · 3 years ago

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Autumn Studying Challenge! (Bc apparently I need help getting back into the swing of posting here lol)

1st October - What is your favourite thing about autumn?

Um... It's got good vibes. I don't particularly like the weather getting colder, since I get cold really easily, but I do really enjoy sweater weather, warm drinks, and lighting candles. And the leaves are really pretty when they change colours.

Also my girlfriend's an autumn person, and kind of has autumn vibes? I can't describe it. So her as well.

Also! Don't forget to do your FAFSA kids! (It opened today--which I totally forgot about until I was reminded, so I'm passing on the favour)

#autumn studying challenge #studyblr #studyspo #studying #study #productivity #all my posts are going to be about my girlfriend forever now #fafsa #don't forget it #autumn #my photos

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nursing-school-struggle-bus · 4 years ago

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Tip #7

Okay, sorry for the late posting I had this all ready to go up on Wednesday but then something happened that COMPLETELY changed what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it.

Today’s topic of advice is *drumroll.....* SCHOLARSHIPS!!!! (or just free money)

I've said it before and I will say it again. NURSING SCHOOL IS NOT CHEAP, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ALREADY DON’T HAVE MONEY.

Now, you may be thinking, what in the world. Scholarships are impossible, so many people apply, and not enough people win what is this girl on about. Well, I will inform you that my private university education would have cost around 160K. I have only had to pay 12k, and on Wednesday I got notice that I got a scholarship that will cover the rest of my college education. Meaning I will not have to pay anything else. Does that mean I'm going to stop applying to scholarships? No, because I have 12k in loans to pay. The goal right now is to win scholarships to pay for my student loans. Because crippling debt is not something I want.

SO I will bestow you my knowledge and methodology to how I managed to wrangle 148k of free money.

Before we even begin. Scholarship applications are not for the faint of heart. The amount of scholarships I apply to per year is insane, and you have to not get discouraged from not winning. You just have to accept that sometimes you win and sometimes you lose and keep applying until you win. Plus after applying to so many scholarships, I am convinced that they make these applications long so that you give up halfway through.

First things first. You obviously have to have good grades. Like, common guys, its called a scholarship. they are not going to give money to someone that is NOT a scholar. Now I'm not saying that you have to be the class valedictorian or that you have to be Suma Cum Laude. Just have good grades. Not perfect, just good.

Secondly, volunteer hours. Just because you are no longer in high school does not mean that you can stop volunteering places. First of all, you should already be volunteering anyways for resume purposes. But also, scholarship committees are LOOKING for things that make you look like upstanding citizens. If you want extra brownie points volunteer someplace consistently or someplace healthcare-related. (be careful volunteering at hospitals because sometimes they are very demanding) I used to volunteer (before the world ended) at the Ronald Mcdonald house in the medical center. They had reasonable hours, were medically related, and I volunteered on a consistent basis (proving responsibility).

Thirdly, befriend your professors, tutors, counselors in your nursing school. Make yourself stand out in some way and show your dedication to your future career. They are the people that will write your letters of recommendation.

Fourthly, this one sounds stupid, but I almost had a stroke when I realized this. SAVE YOUR NURSING SCHOOL ACCEPTANCE LETTER. I was very careless with mine and just shoved it in a folder and forgot about it and when one scholarship asked for a copy of it I COULD NOT FIND IT FOR THE LIFE OF ME.

Fifthly, keep a binder with any dean’s list certificate, acceptance, letters, award letters, resumes old and new, Etc. This will make it easier for you to keep track when everything is due and when you have to ask for it.

Lastly, this one goes out to more organization because I am ever so anal particular about how things need to be. Start a google doc with your friends with all the scholarships that you have to apply to within the year. Under each scholarship name, you will have the date applications open, the website, the date applications are due, and any outside resources (rec letters, transcripts, etc.) needed.

Now for actual places to apply for scholarships:

1. FAFSA

I don't care if you want to do it or not, this is free money or loans with almost zero % interest. You fill this form out regardless. If you are concerned about your parent's income lemme give you a tip. If your parents are not paying anything for your schooling and you aren’t eligible for any money because your parent's income is very high then get yourself emancipated. (did not do this because it is not true and I don’t need it but my friends have) You will then be recognized as an independent and because your income is so low your government aid goes up.

2. University Scholarships

Make sure to apply to all the scholarships that your school offers you just for existing and having a decent GPA.

3. University website

The financial aid office will help you if you pester them enough. Now my school compiles a list of outside scholarships for students to apply to. This is a great way to find opportunities in your city, community, and even major-specific.

4. Scholarships with companies

One of the scholarships that I received was through the company that my dad worked in. I know that several other companies offer this opportunity to the children their workers. I know that some companies like Target and CFA also offer scholarships to current employees.

5. Church Scholarships

Churches are really nice places to also find scholarships. I know that at some schools the schools match the amount that the church awards you.

6. Major specific scholarships

With one quick google search, you can find several nonprofits and corporations that seek to give out scholarships to specific majors

7. NSNA Scholarship

If I’ve said it once I've probably said it three other times at some point. With your memberships, you can apply to a HUGE scholarship. I have not won this but my classmates have. Amazing opportunity.

Now I have equipped you with a ton of information. All I have to say now is good luck. Do not get discouraged by the applications (it’s all a scam to make you give up). If you ever need any help with any applications ever, Let me know. I’ll help you hustle.

#university #scholarships #smart #freemoney #hustle #nursing #nursing school #pre nursing #advice #tips #earn money #money #college #student nurse #Nursing life #broke #broke life #struggle

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disease-danger-darkness-silence · 5 years ago

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Sooo we've hit a snag. The electrical at my mom's house, where I'm parked, is shit. Today one of the light switches caught on fire, and they had to turn a breaker off. I'm positive the issue is the load I was putting on the circuit, and the fact that their landlord is a slum lord who refuses to use proper power supplies. There's not much we can do about the last one right now, because if we report him he can and will evict mom and Ashley - it's a no-fault eviction state.

A quick fix is blocking off that switch with electric caps, of which I don't have any house-grade. My sister would take me to get some, but she has no gas.

The long-term fix is getting the electric fixed, which is a minimum of $250, and/or me and Raven finding somewhere to stay that can handle a full-time 15a/30a load - IE, an RV park. I'm putting applications in left and right, but I'd need a grand or more for the rest of December and January, which I just don't have. I'm honestly so desperate for money that I'm considering going back to school despite my memory and health issues, purely because of FAFSA money. Which is untenable right now.

So the short-term fix requires probably thirty bucks, between gas and actual cost. If anyone can help with that, my PayPal is tashabot at gmail dot com, my Venmo is @tashabot, and my Cashapp is $tashabot.

The long-term fix will hopefully be helped by finally getting some applications in that get me interviews, but I'm also finishing up temp agency applications (I have a few in already but that hasn't been very useful, as I can't lift more than 30lbs at the moment) today. However, in the meantime, anything helps. L

I'm trying to put together cheap/free gifts for my 6yo niece for Christmas, too, so I'm putting together a play purse and spy kit. If anyone has anything that could go towards either of those (wallets, hard gun case for the spy kit, fake money, those plastic fake credit cards you get sent by credit card companies and such, graphite lube for a fingerprint kit, play/cheap makeup, dead cell phones, old keys that don't open anything anymore, keychains, cool looking gadgets I could mod to make look like spy tools, etc.) and is willing to send them to me, email me at the PayPal address above so I can send you the address. Examples of what kind of stuff I'm looking for can be found here, but I'll make anything work for my favorite human. ❤️

Thanks for reading!

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uberrapidash · 4 years ago

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I have done literally absolutely nothing for three of my classes in like, multiple months. The only reason I’ve been scraping by is because it’s music so ... like, no one is gonna know that I haven’t been practicing until it comes time to show what I’ve got. Except for one of the classes, I was supposed to have submitted recordings and stuff, but no one has reached out to me asking me why I haven’t done things. I’ll probably just receive a failing grade in the class.

But I feel so overwhelmed, I hardly even have energy to care. Like, I can’t walk 20 feet without my heart being like “oh shit!” and shooting up to a minimum of 160bpm. Minimum. I feel incredibly tired and weak and fatigued all the fucking time and I am so sick of it.

I guess I’m having a really bad flare because of surgery. My life is changed for the better because of surgery and I feel guilty for being so negative but I’m really not trying to erase the positive. Things are just really, really negative.

Some of the things causing me anxiety are unknowns, like, how am I going to retain health insurance for next year when I wasn’t able to work this year? I couldn’t get on the marketplace insurance before because of being unemployed, and my disabilities aren’t officially recognized. I also need to apply for SSI.

And as far as I understand, I’ll have run out of student loans for next semester. But I don’t know for sure until I fill out the FAFSA and meet with an advisor. I’m told by people that there is probably something that can be done since I am so close to graduation and colleges/universities want their students to pass because it reflects on the institution. But I am not hopeful. I’m terrified. And I have been relying on student loans to pay my bills and just get by.

I have been suicidal for a really long time this time around. There were a couple times where I wasn’t feeling as bad, like when I learned my surgery was approved to be covered by insurance, and then during the first part of the recovery process because my back pain was gone. But now my back is hurting again, although it’s not like it was before -- it’s only when I wash dishes; I’m trying to remind myself that I sustained repeated injuries to my muscles and skeleton for years, and so of course I’m going to need some sort of physical therapy to help my body regain strength, so of course washing dishes is still going to be difficult until I’ve healed and then started working on the long-term injuries.

And I can’t be on my Adderall right now because of this flare, so shit all is getting done.

I feel stupid and like 99% non-functional. Fuck, today I haven’t even taken off my fucking bra and checked my incisions and massaged the scar tissue like I’m supposed to multiple times a day. I’m so bad right now that I can’t even take care of this huge fucking wound on my chest.

How am I supposed to find support for things like making sure that I’m eating and bathing? My car payment is over 2 weeks late and I have money to pay it, but paying it is just so hard. My fucking idiot of a fucking brain doesn’t know how to pay it. Last time, someone called me when it was like a week late and I asked them to walk me through to the website and logging in and stuff. This time, I just haven’t been answering my phone or checking my voicemails, because my anxiety and freeze/fawn is through the fucking roof. I should probably be in a hospital.

And goddamn I need a fucking desk. I cannot deal without a desk anymore. I do my homework on the kitchen bar, the couch, or in bed. I need a desk. It’s a huge barrier to not have a desk where I can go to a place to do the non-preferred tasks like homework and checking email and paying bills. So not only do I have to make myself do the thing, I also have to go through the several steps it takes in order to even begin doing the thing.

This is on top of the million other things going on in the world

The tension and hatred and fear in the air is tangible and I feel actually physically ill from it.

I should be working on German stuff due tonight but I think instead I’m going to work on trying to set up my corkboard that I recently moved to the living room. A new “bullet journal” concept that I’m trying.

I really want to rearrange the living room but Aaron doesn’t want to. I feel like I need to. The living room is a trap. I go onto the couch, and then I’m stuck there. I need a more open floorplan/layout. I don’t think he understand how important it is to me.

#personal

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sindiwrites · 5 years ago

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Post Three

“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” – Erich Fromm

I guess today is as good of a day as any to discuss my mother. This is a tough one and a lengthy one, so please bear with me. Content warning: talks of homophobia and being disowned by parents

I will open by saying that my grandmother raised me from two weeks after my birth and was my full legal guardian by the time I was two. I saw my mother on most holidays up until I was nine and then visits became less frequent. I will continue by letting it be known that my mother has not really spoken to me in five years. I struggle to remember that it has been that long, but I can place the year because of the incident that occurred.

Ellen Page had come out of the closet.

I made a joke on facebook where I asked how I could stand in line to sign up for a date. My mother saw the status and was instantly upset as she is [very much so] anti-lgbt. For her, marriage is a Christian act and anyone who is gay has the spirit of a demon in them....therefore, gay people should be allowed to do something that is like a marriage, but they should not call it a marriage. oof. I took it upon myself to say publicly [or as publicly as my Facebook settings would allow] that I am a queer person and that my mother needed to chill on my page. I’d been out to my friends and anyone else who met me for over two years at that point. I spoke about it on my facebook at length, so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone really...except my mother. Apparently I hadn’t told her. Her response was to delete me on Facebook and call me to curse me out, tell me that I was going to hell, that I was so open minded that I let my brains spill out my head, that I needed to go back to church...She also took her dear, sweet time to graphically explain where men and women’s mouths were not meant to go. At one point, it even seemed as though she was trying to rationalize it. I was asked if I was gay or if I just really enjoyed the company of women. How could I be gay if I was dating a man? It ended in more cursing and asking how I could do this to her. I hung up the phone because I was with friends and did not want to talk about this while visiting people.

She didn’t speak to me again until 2017.

She cursed me out in 2017 because I suggested letting my younger sister speak with her school counselor about a drop in her grades and a change in her attitude. This moment escalated to her punching my partner in the arm while he was seated and buckled in to a parked car [after a surgery], threatening to call the police, her calling my sister’s teenage boyfriend for backup, and eventually taking my sister to said boyfriend’s house. She saw me Christmas of 2018 and said nothing to me until she decided to curse me out for trying to help my sister with her FAFSA. My aunt threw her out the next day.

My mother ignored me at my sister’s high school graduation in 2019, only to throw my sister out two weeks later. When she found out my sister was staying with me, she [once again] became outraged. She said nothing to me once my sister went back to live with her in order to get ready for college.

In August, my mother contracted meningitis and had to be hospitalized for 5 days. I visited her. It was the first time in five years that she had honestly and truthfully held a conversation with me. She hasn’t spoken to me since. During the conversation, I was oddly reminded that the last time I remember being treated with love and care from my mother was when I was ten. I’ve since had to struggle with my mother’s actions and her words being inconsistent to how she feels she treats others. For years I thought it was my own fault--for example, if she gave me a gift and I didn’t show lots of enthusiasm, my mother assumed I was turning down the gift to spite her. I started over expressing my gratitude to try and make her happy. She eventually gave me gifts that were more practical--gift cards, sweaters, books, cash--and would be happy that I used them. I still over express my gratitude to people. If my mother says or does something hurtful to anyone and they try to hold her accountable, she is immediately defensive. During one exchange she told me to “focus on her good.” I am now twenty-nine. I’ve had other family members talk with me candidly once I was over 18 and they felt as though my mother always treated me as an afterthought...I also know that my mother felt as though I blamed her for my life because she told me as much in an email on my 19th birthday along with mentioning that she hoped I didn’t hate my sister because she knew her dad and I didn’t...and that she was tired of being treated like she wasn’t my mother. Truthfully, I never blamed her for anything. I have never had anything to blame her for--I grew up in a house, never wanted for anything. I went on college tours and to summer camps. I took dance and music lessons. I worked two jobs because I wanted to. I went on dates and had friends and eventually became valedictorian of my high school. I went to college on a full ride. Now, I work in my dream career and am surrounded by friends and a wonderful support system. I’ve even met my dad, thanks to my mother....

I have always felt guilt and remorse in regards to the state of the relationship between my mother and I. I often thought if I had done anything differently, my mother wouldn’t be so vicious. If I had made better decisions, acted more like her...maybe then she’d approve of me more. Maybe then she’d be more like “mom.” Because of this, I’ve never said anything in my defense...until now.

But Now, before I move forward in my own life, I am finally able to speak for myself. I understood early on that my mother has known deep hurt...and in that hurt, she has done irreparable damage to others. Her love has come with a price.

I have not spoken to my mother in five years, except for once. I do not imagine that I will speak with her again any time soon.

#reflections #30 til 30 #leave it at the altar

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chaneajoyyy · 3 years ago

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Today is also the day fafsa opens and speaking of fasfa

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#let’s chat #sip tea #talk fafsa #signal boost!#tiktoks #vidoes #anonny asks

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wokeinmemphis-blog · 4 years ago

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Young People Are Spreading the Virus

And New York City is still struggling with the logistics of its hybrid reopening.

An off-campus party near Ohio State University in Columbus last month.Credit…Doral Chenoweth/Columbus Dispatch, via Associated Press

Sept. 25, 2020

This is the Coronavirus Schools Briefing, a guide to the seismic changes in U.S. education that are taking place during the pandemic. Sign up here to get this newsletter in your inbox.

New research from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention confirms what many already know: Younger people are infecting older people.

In both the United States and Europe, 20 to 39 year olds make up a growing percentage of coronavirus cases. Although younger people are less likely to be hospitalized with severe illness or die from the virus compared with older people, young adults are most likely playing a significant role in spreading the virus, the researchers said.

Infections in southern states like Alabama, Florida, Georgia, for example, were staggered. After an outbreak among young people, the study found that virus cases increased nine days later in people age 40 to 59 years old. There was another surge in reported cases 15 days later among those older than 60.

Outbreaks linked to college dorms, for example, might be deadly to students’ friends, relatives and neighbors. In a recent study, researchers found that surges in cases occurred about two weeks after colleges reopened, with a higher increase for those adopting in-person models than those offering online classes.

That has real implications for relations between colleges and college towns.

In Wednesday’s newsletter, we mentioned a spat between the chancellor of the University of Wisconsin and the executive of the surrounding Dane County. Over the past week, there have been an average of 2,018 cases per day in Wisconsin, an increase of 112 percent from the average two weeks earlier, according to a Times tracker.

As colleges reopen, people ages 18 to 24 have a case rate that’s five times higher than any other age group in the state. Gov. Tony Evers announced a statewide mask mandate as well as a new public health emergency declaration, pointing to campus outbreaks.

On Friday, there were six Wisconsin metropolitan areas on The Times’s list of the 20 places nationwide with the most cases, on average, over the past two weeks. (The top of the list, La Crosse, Wis., has 79.6 new daily cases on average per 100,000 people.) All six areas are home to higher education institutions.

A semester deferred: Community colleges, which usually see enrollment increases in economic downturns, have 7.5 percent fewer students this year, according to an early look at fall enrollment from the National Student Clearinghouse Research Center. Over all, college enrollment is down 2.5 percent.

A bright spot: Beloit College, in Wisconsin, asked students to write and enforce coronavirus regulations. The behavioral expectations are more flexible than other schools — gatherings are allowed — but they are also more specific: Smokers should be conscious where they exhale and only indoor parties are forbidden. It seems to be working. Although there are students in quarantine and isolation, no students had tested positive for the virus and there was only one faculty case over the two weeks to Sept. 25, according to the college’s Covid-19 dashboard.

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New York City’s plan for a so-called hybrid education system has proved to be a logistical morass.Credit…James Estrin/The New York Times

Just a few days before elementary schools reopen in New York City, it’s becoming clear that the logistics of teaching in a pandemic are nearly as complicated as the virus itself.

Even after several delays, the main problem is a massive teacher shortage, as schools try to serve hybrid students (both those in class and those at home on a given day) and the students who opted for full-remote learning. That effectively doubles the number of teachers required. Mayor Bill de Blasio’s administration has added about 4,500 educators in recent days, but the city is still thousands of teachers short.

“I was like, ‘I don’t see a way to do this,’” one principal told our colleague Eliza Shapiro, who covers education in New York City.

Some schools are sidestepping restrictions imposed in part by the teachers’ union, asking teachers to teach online and in-person on the same day, or to livestream their classes. Others are asking students who come to school buildings to “attend” their classes on computers, just like the distance-learning students.

As schools reopen in New York City, with middle and high school students scheduled to phase in over the next few weeks, educators in other big cities like Los Angeles, Chicago and Houston are learning from the city’s example — and from its missteps.

“All eyes are on New York,” said Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers.

In other New York news:

More than 200 teachers, administrators and staff members of Albany City Schools will lose their jobs today because of virus-related budget cuts.

Across the state, 6,060 public school educators retired from April to August of this year, up 9 percent compared with the same period last year, LoHud reported.

Even though they won’t be attending school in-person, some New York students are being excluded from online classrooms because their immunizations aren’t up to date.

Around the country

College update

The Alpha Epsilon Pi fraternity chapter house at Indiana University in Bloomington has been closed through summer 2021 because it “intentionally instituted, permitted or maintained conditions which may transmit the spread of COVID-19,” according to the local health department.

Denver is creating public health orders for colleges and universities as young people make up a growing percentage of new cases. Nearby Boulder County issued an order that prohibits gatherings of people ages 18 to 22 and created a stay-at-home mandate for anyone living at 36 properties near the University of Colorado-Boulder campus.

Wyoming is reporting more cases per day than during any other period of the coronavirus pandemic, driven by a return to school for the University of Wyoming in Laramie and the state’s community colleges.

In Texas counties where four-year college students are at least 10 percent of the population, cases have grown by 34 percent since Aug. 19, according to a Texas Tribune analysis. In contrast, counties with fewer college students had a 23 percent increase.

Merrimack College, in North Andover, Mass., has quarantined an entire dorm after learning that 16 students had tested positive in one day.

K-12 update

Kiss snow days goodbye. (Not just because of the climate crisis.) Schools have become more comfortable with remote teaching, and might just carry on over Zoom.

In Texas, 69 percent of public school students who tested positive were in grades seven through 12, according to state data.

About 18,000 students and staff members in Florida have been told to quarantine since public schools opened last month, but the education commissioner said that fewer than 50 of them were exposed to the coronavirus on campus.

School employees and educators may be among the first to get the vaccine, according to a new federal plan.

Tip: File early for financial aid

The government released the Free Application for Federal Student Aid — the form known as FAFSA — for the 2021-22 academic year on Thursday. It’s a major gateway for financial help from the federal government, as well as from many states and colleges.

This year, if you qualify for financial aid, or if you think you qualify for financial aid, file early. If your family suffered economically, you may need to take extra steps and file extra documents to qualify for the maximum help.

Here’s why: This year’s FAFSA will use financial information from the 2019 tax year to determine a family’s expected out-of-pocket payment for college. But because of the pandemic, tax returns filed this year might not accurately reflect your current financial picture, which could diminish your eligibility for need-based grants and scholarships.

If that’s the case, you still have to use the required, older tax information, but you should also immediately contact your college financial aid office to alert them to your situation and request a review known in college aid lingo as “professional judgment.”

Without test scores and compromised extracurricular activities, colleges might also struggle to dole out merit-based discounts this year. Test scores are especially in play. Our colleague Ron Lieber wrote: “Every applicant seeking merit aid has to weigh the question: If I can’t find a testing center or my health is at risk if I sit in one, could the lack of a score cost me thousands in lost discounts?”

Parents: Don’t abandon all hope

Aubrey Hirsch told the story of online learning for her two kids, ages 5 and 7, in a hilarious comic for Vox.com. Parents, even if you’re cry-laughing, at least you’ll be laughing.

Also, from Anne Helen Petersen in The Times, parental burnout is a real thing.

Jonathan Wolfe contributed to today’s newsletter.

The article was originally published here! Young People Are Spreading the Virus

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arcadeparade-blog1 · 4 years ago

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Young People Are Spreading the Virus

And New York City is still struggling with the logistics of its hybrid reopening.

An off-campus party near Ohio State University in Columbus last month.Credit…Doral Chenoweth/Columbus Dispatch, via Associated Press

Sept. 25, 2020

This is the Coronavirus Schools Briefing, a guide to the seismic changes in U.S. education that are taking place during the pandemic. Sign up here to get this newsletter in your inbox.

New research from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention confirms what many already know: Younger people are infecting older people.

That has real implications for relations between colleges and college towns.

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New York City’s plan for a so-called hybrid education system has proved to be a logistical morass.Credit…James Estrin/The New York Times

Just a few days before elementary schools reopen in New York City, it’s becoming clear that the logistics of teaching in a pandemic are nearly as complicated as the virus itself.

“I was like, ‘I don’t see a way to do this,’” one principal told our colleague Eliza Shapiro, who covers education in New York City.

“All eyes are on New York,” said Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers.

In other New York news:

More than 200 teachers, administrators and staff members of Albany City Schools will lose their jobs today because of virus-related budget cuts.

Across the state, 6,060 public school educators retired from April to August of this year, up 9 percent compared with the same period last year, LoHud reported.

Even though they won’t be attending school in-person, some New York students are being excluded from online classrooms because their immunizations aren’t up to date.

Around the country

College update

Merrimack College, in North Andover, Mass., has quarantined an entire dorm after learning that 16 students had tested positive in one day.

K-12 update

Kiss snow days goodbye. (Not just because of the climate crisis.) Schools have become more comfortable with remote teaching, and might just carry on over Zoom.

In Texas, 69 percent of public school students who tested positive were in grades seven through 12, according to state data.

School employees and educators may be among the first to get the vaccine, according to a new federal plan.

Tip: File early for financial aid

Parents: Don’t abandon all hope

Aubrey Hirsch told the story of online learning for her two kids, ages 5 and 7, in a hilarious comic for Vox.com. Parents, even if you’re cry-laughing, at least you’ll be laughing.

Also, from Anne Helen Petersen in The Times, parental burnout is a real thing.

Jonathan Wolfe contributed to today’s newsletter.

The article was originally published here! Young People Are Spreading the Virus

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redroses879-blog · 4 years ago

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Young People Are Spreading the Virus

And New York City is still struggling with the logistics of its hybrid reopening.

An off-campus party near Ohio State University in Columbus last month.Credit…Doral Chenoweth/Columbus Dispatch, via Associated Press

Sept. 25, 2020

This is the Coronavirus Schools Briefing, a guide to the seismic changes in U.S. education that are taking place during the pandemic. Sign up here to get this newsletter in your inbox.

New research from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention confirms what many already know: Younger people are infecting older people.

That has real implications for relations between colleges and college towns.

Image

New York City’s plan for a so-called hybrid education system has proved to be a logistical morass.Credit…James Estrin/The New York Times

Just a few days before elementary schools reopen in New York City, it’s becoming clear that the logistics of teaching in a pandemic are nearly as complicated as the virus itself.

“I was like, ‘I don’t see a way to do this,’” one principal told our colleague Eliza Shapiro, who covers education in New York City.

“All eyes are on New York,” said Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers.

In other New York news:

More than 200 teachers, administrators and staff members of Albany City Schools will lose their jobs today because of virus-related budget cuts.

Across the state, 6,060 public school educators retired from April to August of this year, up 9 percent compared with the same period last year, LoHud reported.

Even though they won’t be attending school in-person, some New York students are being excluded from online classrooms because their immunizations aren’t up to date.

Around the country

College update

Merrimack College, in North Andover, Mass., has quarantined an entire dorm after learning that 16 students had tested positive in one day.

K-12 update

Kiss snow days goodbye. (Not just because of the climate crisis.) Schools have become more comfortable with remote teaching, and might just carry on over Zoom.

In Texas, 69 percent of public school students who tested positive were in grades seven through 12, according to state data.

School employees and educators may be among the first to get the vaccine, according to a new federal plan.

Tip: File early for financial aid

Parents: Don’t abandon all hope

Aubrey Hirsch told the story of online learning for her two kids, ages 5 and 7, in a hilarious comic for Vox.com. Parents, even if you’re cry-laughing, at least you’ll be laughing.

Also, from Anne Helen Petersen in The Times, parental burnout is a real thing.

Jonathan Wolfe contributed to today’s newsletter.

The article was originally published here! Young People Are Spreading the Virus

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Young People Are Spreading the Virus

And New York City is still struggling with the logistics of its hybrid reopening.

An off-campus party near Ohio State University in Columbus last month.Credit…Doral Chenoweth/Columbus Dispatch, via Associated Press

Sept. 25, 2020

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New research from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention confirms what many already know: Younger people are infecting older people.

That has real implications for relations between colleges and college towns.

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New York City’s plan for a so-called hybrid education system has proved to be a logistical morass.Credit…James Estrin/The New York Times

Just a few days before elementary schools reopen in New York City, it’s becoming clear that the logistics of teaching in a pandemic are nearly as complicated as the virus itself.

“I was like, ‘I don’t see a way to do this,’” one principal told our colleague Eliza Shapiro, who covers education in New York City.

“All eyes are on New York,” said Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers.

In other New York news:

More than 200 teachers, administrators and staff members of Albany City Schools will lose their jobs today because of virus-related budget cuts.

Across the state, 6,060 public school educators retired from April to August of this year, up 9 percent compared with the same period last year, LoHud reported.

Even though they won’t be attending school in-person, some New York students are being excluded from online classrooms because their immunizations aren’t up to date.

Around the country

College update

Merrimack College, in North Andover, Mass., has quarantined an entire dorm after learning that 16 students had tested positive in one day.

K-12 update

Kiss snow days goodbye. (Not just because of the climate crisis.) Schools have become more comfortable with remote teaching, and might just carry on over Zoom.

In Texas, 69 percent of public school students who tested positive were in grades seven through 12, according to state data.

School employees and educators may be among the first to get the vaccine, according to a new federal plan.

Tip: File early for financial aid

Parents: Don’t abandon all hope

Aubrey Hirsch told the story of online learning for her two kids, ages 5 and 7, in a hilarious comic for Vox.com. Parents, even if you’re cry-laughing, at least you’ll be laughing.

Also, from Anne Helen Petersen in The Times, parental burnout is a real thing.

Jonathan Wolfe contributed to today’s newsletter.

The article was originally published here! Young People Are Spreading the Virus

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