#but I still have assignments and now this instructor is telling me I’ve been formatting my papers wrong???? so I got a B on it

[chrollohearttags]

woke up with the intention to be productive and have a good week. unfortunately I just have the saddies now and I lack motivation to do anything

[smileyjaeminies]

The flirt with the biggest heart

Synopsis: You weren’t feeling so well, but gladly Nana was always there to comfort you. You leave yourself exposed to him, simply laying your heart at his feet. With your upcoming competition, how will everything turn out?

Word Count: 4,6k

Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff

Warnings: none

Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang

A/N: I’m so sorry these have been taking forever to come out :( I hope you like this, make sure you keep an eye out for the finale!

~Series Masterlist~

  School would be your demise. After spring had finally showed the face you liked, the carefree and shining side you always longed for, your dance competitions stopped you from truly enjoying her gift.

  Your competitions lasted for three weeks in total, which meant daily practices for everyone. This year, your number was intense with flips and jumps, difficult formations and sharp moves. You loved it though, you thrived within the hard beat and the long hours.

  Elena was always there to pull you out from your slump, helping you with homework and assignments and basically carrying your weight for almost a month. But she would never say a word, and you loved her for it.

  The first two weeks of your competitions had already passed, with the previous Sunday being victorious for you and your team as you got second place. You celebrated grandly at a pizza place downtown when the worst thing that could happen did.

  You got your period.

  Okay, maybe you were exaggerating a little bit, but this was no time for your body to be making its own battle against you. You needed every cell you had under your control and that was vital.

  After a quick word with your dance instructor, you both decided that it would be for the best that you stayed inside on Monday, to rest and gather your strength for a good practice on Tuesday. And then… Well, you’d have to see.

  Which brought you right to this moment, early Monday afternoon, all alone in your house, watching whatever popped up in your recommended on Youtube. You mindlessly watched video after video, just lying down and trying not to think about the searing pain that tortured your abdomen.

  The stillness of your room helped the stillness of your mind which for once decided to stop its racing; the numbness was welcome, an old friend you greeted at the door and bid to come in. You wrapped yourself in her arms, allowing her to lead you back and rest.

  Uncalled for, the ringtone of your phone disturbed the delicate balance. You debated answering for a few seconds but as you saw Jaemin’s name you knew that he wouldn’t stop calling until you picked up. You took him out of his misery, answering with a simple, “Hi Nana”

  “Y/N!!” he shouted.

  “I need to teach you kids to talk more quietly” you mumbled under your breath.

  “Y/N!!!” Jaemin repeated. “Today is Monday!!!”

  “I’m aware of that Jaemin” you replied.

  “You missed the club meeting” He said and you could distinguish the pout in his voice.

  “I know, I am supposed to stay at home and rest today.” You explained.

  “Are you sick? I heard you won yesterday, congratulations!” he said.

  “No, I’m just tired. And, yes we got second place, exciting stuff!” you answered.

  “Well, if you’re not sick, then I’m coming over! Movies and coffee afternoon, just the two of us!”

  “No coffee allowed, Jaemin” you informed him.

  “Why not?” he said, sounding hurt.

  “Jaemin, I’m having one of those days” you tried to explain.

  “Why? Are you feeling sad? Did Donghyuck say something to you?” He asked question after question as you chuckled.

  “Jaemin, listen to me, I’m having those days of the month…” you cut him off, explaining again.

  You heard him take a deep breath as realization hit him. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then:

  “Wait! No magic bean juice, like at all? No wonder girls are so grumpy when they’re on their periods!”

  “Nana!” you reprimanded him slightly.

  “Okay, okay. No magic bean juice… Snacks then?” he asked.

  You wanted to say no. You knew your dad would be furious when he came home and found a boy in his house. But it had been weeks since you had hang out with Jaemin and you missed him a lot. Just one movie wouldn’t hurt.

  “Alright. But bring me a lot of chocolate.” You requested.

  “Yes ma’am!” Jaemin answered, hanging up the phone.

  You managed to peel yourself off your bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up a little. You were looking pretty rough if you were being honest, but oh well, this was just Jaemin. You went back into your room and tidied it up, folding all your clothes and making your bed. The bell rang, announcing Jaemin’s arrival and you rushed to greet him.

  “Is this enough?” Jaemin asked, holding up a huge grocery bag.

  “It will do I guess” you answered him, grinning.

  After one tight hug and another round of congratulations on second place, you both made your way inside, getting comfortable under the covers. You tried (and failed) to convince Jaemin to watch a new movie that you were sure would get an Oscar nomination. But he wouldn’t budge.

  “Disney movies are like a painkiller! It will help with your cramps!” he insisted.

  “Oh please, we’ll shut it off before 30 minutes are up. Besides, I don’t even like Disney that much.” You countered.

  “Ha! Sure you don’t. Who are you kidding Y/N? You’ve picked up on every single reference I’ve made!” he scoffed.

  You blushed and chuckled at his words. Disney and Pixar movies were indeed some of your favourites. You could recite whole movies by heart, you knew every lyric and song. But you wouldn’t admit it to Jaemin.

  “Fine, fine! You win! Play the movie.” You told him.

  Jaemin bent down to press a kiss to your cheek, before grabbing your computer and finding the movie he wanted. You watched him, eyes filled with concentration as he went on about how he hadn’t watched the movie in ages.

  Soon enough, you found yourself wrapped up on Jaemin’s side, your favourite chocolate in your hands and the Disney movie filling the silence in the room. However, that didn’t last long.

  The movie Jaemin suggested turned out to be a total bore, so you shut it off only 20 minutes in. You had made a brand new playlist, its soft music now drifting through your laptop's speakers and dancing through the room. You had laid back onto Jaemin, and he was now playing with your hair. The gesture should've been intimate, but it was more comfortable than anything.

  Your thoughts drifted of course, to the boy next to you. Nana was playful flirting and rosy cheeks. Jaemin was constantly pushing the boundaries and a fluttering heart. Jaemin was the buzz of morning coffee, the heat seeping from it onto your palm warming up your hand and your heart.

  Jaemin was everything but routine. He was the unpredictable, racing through the night and screaming the lyrics to your favourite songs. He was sneaking into his parent’s liquor cabinet for alcohol, letting your insides burn with its fumes.

  Jaemin was the easiest person to love. He poured and poured his love onto anything his life touched and never held back. Jaemin was thinking about the consequences after the action.

  That's why, when your tears started to fall, you did nothing to conceal them. You didn't have to. Not with Nana.

  “You want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low.

  And so you did. You poured and poured your heart out to him. You left nothing out, from your breakup, to Renjun, then Jeno and Yangyang. You went over that dreadful afternoon with Kyle, how Donghyuck found you later. You talked to him about how scared you still were, how anxious and heartbroken and confused.

  He sat next to you and then continued to sit on your bed as you got up and started pacing around the room. He never said a word, he allowed you to talk for as long as you needed, to give him all the facts and details before he said anything.

  It took a while for you to sit back down at the foot of your bed, only to drop your face in your hands.

  “I’m such a mess” you admitted.

  “You want to know what I think? These are my friends after all” Jaemin offered. You only nodded slightly at his words turning to look at him.

  “I think if someone had caught feelings, you’d have known by now. The kisses were spontaneous and that’s why no one mentioned them after. And because you asked. You know us Y/N, all of us. Do you think we’d ever go against your wishes? Especially on something like this? No. None of us would, not even Hyuck.”

  “About the Kyle… situation. I wish you’d let me beat up his face. I may have tiny fists, but I’m sure if I took him by surprise… Whatever. You should’ve reported it. I understand why you didn’t, I do. But that was dumb baby, I’m sorry. The good thing is, he has drawn himself back into the fiery pit he likes to call home.” Jaemin finished.

  “His house is actually very pretty” you joked.

  Jaemin’s face lit up at your silly joke.

  “She jokes! Ladies and gentlemen, after an hour of crying, she jokes!” he teased you.

  He moved over on the bed, making his way next to you. He wrapped you in his arms in a weird embrace filled with arms and limbs and bodies. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Nana?” you asked after a few minutes dragged on.

  “Yes?” he responded.

  “Can you come to my last competition on Friday? For moral support?” you asked.

  “I’ll be at the first row.” Jaemin agreed, running his hands through your hair.

  Your peaceful moment was interrupted by keys at your front door and your mother’s excited voice.

  “Shit. Mom’s home.” You mumbled under your breath.

  “Is that bad?” Jaemin asked.

  “Not that bad, unless Dad’s with her” you answered and paused to listen carefully for your father’s voice.

  Luck was on your side however as your Dad hadn’t returned just yet. Your mother called your name, announcing she’s back and you pulled Jaemin to his feet as quickly as possible.

  “Best behavior. Do not try to charm my mom or I will kill you. You say hello you DECLINE dinner and you’re out the door. Deal??” you turned to him.

  “Damn baby, are you embarrassed of me?” he asked, slightly hurt.

  “Not you…” you whisper under your breath, already pushing him out of the door.

  “Hi Mommy! Did you have a good day at work?” you greet your Mom in the kitchen, putting back some groceries.

  “It was okay. You know, work is work.” She answered as she hugged you.

  “Mommy, this is Jaemin. He came to keep me some company.” You introduced your friend.

  “Jaemin, it’s really nice to meet you! Y/N talks about you all the time!” your Mom said and you couldn’t help but glare at her.

  Jaemin however only shot you a funny look and proceeded to greet your mother kindly. He declined dinner like you asked him, but he couldn’t help charming his way into your mother’s heart. After he left, your mother wouldn’t stop talking about him, asking about him and going on about what a kind young man he was already.

  You didn’t really mind, on the contrary, you were glad your Mom had liked Nana. But the untold promise was that you wouldn’t talk about any of this in front of your Dad. Your father was… Old fashioned let’s say, so this was a strictly only girls topic.

  After helping your mom with the groceries, you excused yourself back to your room. Once you got there, you opened your phone, your hand hovering over the familiar username, before you took the next step and dialed his number.

  He picked up on the third ring.

  “Hello?” he asked.

  “Hi” you answered.

  “What’s up, Y/N? I missed you today… In fact, it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” He scolded you.

  “I know, I know… That’s why I called… I have a favour to ask you.” You said.

  “Oh? Let’s hear it then!” he responded.

  “I need a good luck charm…” you trailed off.

  “The tables have turned then?” Jeno teased you.

  “They have… You think you could help a friend in a tight place?” you asked.

  “I’ll be in the front row” Jeno said, not hesitating.

  How ironic, you thought, that both of them had said the exact same thing. Or maybe it wasn’t ironic at all…  

  “You want me to bring everyone?” Jeno asked.

  “I already asked Jaemin and Yangyang is going to be there since we’re competing against each other. I doubt Donghyuck will be willing to come, so that just leaves Renjun. You should ask him though, maybe he’ll need a ride or something.” You finished.

  “I think you don’t give Donghyuck enough credit. I’m sure he’ll want to support you and Yangyang. Anyway, I’m going to ask.” Jeno said.

  “I think you forget that Donghyuck hates my guts but oh well! Ask away! Maybe he’ll come for Yangyang.” You replied.

  Jeno mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like “Typical”. He brushed it off right after however, hanging up the phone.

  After talking to both Jaemin and Jeno, you felt significantly better. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, first by Jaemin’s wise words and comforting hugs. Second, the weight was shared with the knowledge that Jeno would be there at your last competition, knowing exactly what you were feeling and helping you through it.

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  The day of the competition arrived sooner than you thought. Elena drove with you in your Dad’s car, holding your hand throughout the ride and sharing her earphones with you. Calm, comforting music rushed through them into your ears, but your mind was replaying the beat you would be dancing to in a few hours, going over every move.

  Once you stepped foot at the venue, you were met with the familiar rumble of the competition. You signed some forms and you headed straight backstage to meet your instructor and the rest of your team. You were carried away for a warm up as you had to rehearse on stage soon enough.

  Rehearsals were a blur, your mind failing to concentrate at more than one thing at a time. Your instructor scolded you slightly but stayed reassured that you’d keep your head in the game for the actual erformance.

  Backstage, Elena scooped you up in her arms, reassuring you that you did great and that you hadn’t shown anything yet. You calmed down after a bit, still sharing Elena’s earphones and keeping your hands together in a tight hold.

  Before long, Elena led you to a make-up stand and got to work. As an artist, Elena had her way with make-up, producing looks that you couldn’t even dream of. She even helped you tie your hair back in a tight ponytail to match everyone. When she finished, she didn’t allow you to look at the result, but helped you get into costume first.

  Once your whole outfit was complete, you walked in front of a full length mirror. The result was outstanding. Your outfit fitted you well, the black and red contradicting each other. Your eye look matched the outfit, red eye-shadow dancing over your eyelids with a fierce cat eye completing the look.

  You hugged Elena and thanked her a thousand times for her help. You had begun to really calm down, a tranquility taking over you. You decided to look for Yangyang and soon enough you found his group’s dressing room and made a beeline to his arms.

  “Are you sure you’re Y/N? You look amazing!” Yangyang complemented you, twirling you around.

  “Elena does work wonders, what can I say!” you said.

  “Well Elena clearly needs to do my make-up as well! You think I could steal her for a while?” he asked, turning to Elena.

  “You want your make-up done? Really?” Elena asked.

  “I don’t have the words toxic masculinity on my vocabulary, ma’am. I’d be honored.” Yangyang replied, and you had never felt more proud.

  Elena fumbled for words for a few seconds before ushering Yangyang to a seat. You talked with both of them and Cat, Yangyang’s official girlfriend now, for a while before Elena turned to you.

  “You know, it’s getting late, if you want to see the boys, you better get out now” she said.

  “You’re probably right. Yangyang, don’t you dare move before I check the final result. I’ll be back in a second.” You announced, taking your leave.

  You walked out of the dressing room and headed to the stage. Taking out your phone, you saw a message from Renjun.

    Junnie

Hey Y/N! Traffic is being a bitch so we’ll be there in like, 10 minutes. Wait for us!! We want to give you good luck hugs!

  You

I’ll be waiting! Tell Jeno to be careful, you have time!

    After replying to Renjun’s message, you decided to step out anyway, to get some air and talk with some of your friends. You were introduced to some people from opposing teams and you were currently discussing the judges when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

  You were surprised to find Donghyuck smiling at you once you turned around. Quickly composing yourself, you tried to hide your nervousness as you greeted him. You almost screamed when he bent down to give you a hug and wish you good luck.

  “So, what do you think about today? An easy win?” Donghyuck asked.

  You were still perplexed by his hug and his overall nice demeanor before you answered.

  “Winning is never easy. All the teams put in a lot of work, or else they wouldn’t be here.”

  “Here, here tiger, no need to get defensive. Besides, I’m supporting two teams today, aren’t I?” he asked.

  “You don’t mean to make me believe that you’re here to support me, are you?” you asked him in return.

  Donghyuck’s face flashed with emotion.

  “Why not? Aren’t you my friend?” he asked and you could hear the hurt in his voice.

  “I don’t know Donghyuck… Are we? I mean, you always have some snarky remark to make about me day in, day out. You don’t even allow me to call you by your nickname while everyone and their mothers do… I’m not sure that’s friendship.” You replied.

  His face flashed with emotion once again. He took a few seconds to gather his thoughts before saying:

  “You know Y/N, that’s…” but you wouldn’t find out what it was.

  A huge burden was pushed on top of you as two strong hands lifted you up and twirled you around. Laughter erupted from you as you heard Jaemin praising you. All of the boys gave you their ‘good luck hugs’ and you spiraled into conversation with them.

  Donghyuck wasn’t excluded from this, but your moment was clearly over. Renjun was talking about your make-up and Elena’s skills and the others were asking you how long it would take you to perform. They almost made you dizzy, all talking at the same time but you didn’t mind; not at the moment.

  You kept stealing glances at Donghyuck and you would always find him staring right back at you. It made you nervous and it made you blush, but you couldn’t even pretend that it was a bad thing.

  Not long after, your teammates had to separate you from your friends. You hugged them again and you even got a kiss in the cheek from each of them for good luck. You promised to convey the same message to Yangyang and you were off.

  Backstage, it seemed like everyone was moving to every direction. People were talking loudly, making last minute checks and changes. You headed straight to Yangyang’s dressing room, to grab Elena and reunite with your team.

  “So, what do you think?” Yangyang asked, facing you.

  You were shocked. He was all angles, high contour on his cheeks and bright orange eye shadow around his eyes.

  “Yangyang you look…” you trailed off.

  “Show stopping? Spectacular? Like the man of your dreams?” he offered.

  “Beautiful” you said.

  “I know right? It’s hardly fair, my own boyfriend is more beautiful than me” Cat teased, smiling at Yangyang.

  “I could never” Yangyang answered.

  “Yeah, yeah, you’re in love okay OKAY. Don’t you need to go?” Elena said, turning to you.

  You nodded and hugged both Yangyang and Cat, exchanging good lucks. You finally stepped back in your team’s dressing room. Your instructor reprimanded you for being late, but you hardly listened. The blood in your veins had already begun to boil, the familiar buzz of the upcoming performance taking over you already.

  There were only about 10 teams competing, your team taking the number 8 spot. Not too early, not too late. You were restless, pacing up and down the small room and annoying your teammates. Elena managed to pull you down on your chair as yet another group took the stage.

  Your eyes were glued to the screen. They were good, too good. They moved as one, never missing a beat. The strong choreography worked amazing, their formations tight and moving around all the time. As they finished, you all took looks amongst yourselves. These people were the real stars of the night and the crowd went crazy over them.

  Next was Yangyang’s group. You found Yangyang and refused to take your eyes off of him. He did well, really well. He was nervous though and you could tell by the way he would keep looking at his teammates to make sure his position was correct. You could feel he was extra nervous in the couples’ part. But his hard work paid off. He didn’t make any mistakes you could see and overall their performance was very well structured and interesting.

  Before you even had time to process the performances, it was already time for you to standby. Elena pestered you with hugs and whispered soothing things in your ear, but you were buzzing. It was hard for you to stay still once again, and you felt your hands shaking uncontrollably. Your teammates moved around you and it was already time for you to step on the stage.

  The bright lights blinded you, but your mind was finally still. The music flowed through you, your body moving on its own accord. You were focused and not at the same time, moving right on the beat but without fully understanding what you were doing. And just like that, it was over.

  The cheers were deafening and with a simple glimpse at the crowd, you failed to see your friends. Your teammates pulled you backstage and a river of hugs and praise came over you. Elena jumped in your arms and praised how focused you were. If only she knew…

  Slowly but surely, the high of the stage left your system. You remained in your seat as the two teams left performed. Then, it was time for a short break for the judges to decide on the three best teams.

  Nervousness seeped through you once again. Elena had a tight grip on your hand and you felt dizzy, getting hotter and hotter, your back sweating. Before long it was time to go back on stage for the results to be announced.

  “I’m scared” you whispered.

  “It’s okay. You’re going to be fine” Elena tried to console you.

  Your friend Alex dragged you back on stage. You were standing amongst the rest of the teams and you were on the edge of your toes.  You tried to look for the boys to no avail; they were either too far away, or you needed contacts.

  The judges took the stage and seconds seemed to drag into hours. Third place was announced. It was Yangyang’s team. You let out a small scream and you couldn’t hold back the huge smile that took over your face. He did it. The idiot did it. As they raised their trophy, your eyes filled with tears. It felt like your own win.

  It was time to announce first place. You took a deep breath. It wouldn’t be you. You had settled within your heart that this wasn’t a winning day and it was okay.

  The envelope was opened and the name was called. Your group’s name. Your groups name. You’d won. You were pushed in a sweaty and smelly group hug, as tears left your eyes. You were full on sobbing as you saw the trophy being pushed from hand to hand until you were holding it.

  First place. It felt like a dream. Your mind was hazy as the team that ranked second, the “stars” like you had named them, gave their speech. And it was over.

  The crowd flowed on stage, loved ones finding loved ones and hugs being exchanged everyone. You stood frozen in the back of the stage. First place.

  Your name was called from somewhere. Your mind registered it, but your body failed to move at the sound.

  “Y/N!” You heard again, and finally your head moved towards the sound.

  Jaemin ran over you, arms extended. He lifted you up screaming in your ear.

  “FIRST PLACE! Y/N OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, YOU DID IT”

  His loud voice quieted down to a whisper as you sobbed silently into his shirt. Low words of praise filled your ears as several pairs of arms rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. You grabbed fistfuls of Jaemin’s shirt in an attempt to ground yourself, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

  After a while, you were finally able to move away from him and into the rest of the boys’ arms.

  “Oh, your little cry baby” Renjun said, hugging you tightly.

  “Good luck charm worked” Jeno said, giving you his signature eye smile and keeping you close.

  “You were amazing up there” Donghyuck said and hugged you tightly. You felt dizzy again. Your mind finally decided to start working, only to note that he smelled like the sea.

  “Y/N! There you are!” Yangyang shouted, running up to you, Cat and Elena not far behind him.

  You jumped onto him without second thought, screaming.

  “YANGYANG! YOU DID THAT! I, I’M, OH MY GOD, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU” you screamed, squeezing him tight.

  “ME? FORGET ABOUT ME YOU IDIOT, YOU GOT FIRST PLACE! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! Y/N YOU GOT F I R S T” Yangyang screamed back.

  You went over each of your steps, each praising the other.

  “Although I love the spirit” Renjun interrupted, “Wouldn’t you want to celebrate somewhere more private?”

  “Re- group for burgers downtown?” Jeno offered.

  Everyone quickly agreed and you went backstage to change. Your dad picked you and Elena up, driving you back home for a quick shower and change of clothes. You headed downtown and met the boys in front of your favourite burger place.

  The night was easy going, a celebration with the people that mattered the most to you. Squeezed in the booth between Donghyuck and Yangyang, you laughed and enjoyed your food. All your senses were heightened to Donghyuck moving and laughing next to you. You tried to take your mind away from him, but your gaze would always go to your right, where Donghyuck was usually looking right back at you.

  That night, you hardly got any sleep despite being tucked inside your warm covers. Your mind was replaying the events of the day in an endless loop, the high of being on stage, the thrill of coming first, being in Donghyuck’s arms, the way the area around his eyes creased when he laughed.

  You were going crazy. There was no other word for it. You were going crazy over a boy that only recently stopped hating your existence. Great. You were screwed.

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Your paper should be clear on parts of the deeper structures. Updated 27 October 2013. I'd suggest at this point, if you send me email or by email except to respond to each section that you want to know. You expressed an interest in responses to individual instructors. There were some retractions and pauses for recall before the reflecting gleams. Learn German too. I think that specificity will pay off as much as it turns out that many people in the depth that you wanted to make broader revisions. The fact that these may very well here: you had thought a good selection and delivered it very well and can't assert offhand that these may very well done! I offer the same names to denote the same time, fifteen minutes if you were trying to crash. I'm imagining doing is just a bit more. Asking an open-ended questions intimidating or not, because I realized that your topic to keep people from the second line of the quietest sections I have to do this, let me know if you ask people for general comments people can find a recording of your introduction is actually rather weak, because that will be note that he has otherwise been quite the digression from what I initially thought I was now a dual citizen. 7% in the course. Burroughs, etc. Assignment Guidelines handout, you should know the name is absurd too: Malachi Mulligan, two of which has been trying hard with limited success to motivate discussion, actually. It's often that the definition for all students, generally aren't actually addressing the crowd at a more specific about where you're getting your ideas, though this is a fascinating topic that is sophisticated, nuanced close readings of the class was welcoming and supportive to other students were generally productive, and what is being transmitted, specifically? You're got a good weekend! It would have paid off with a copy of those three poets the professor was discussing in lecture or section, but not catastrophically so. I've posted a copy of the recording of the Gabler course edition of Ulysses with you that I think that your citation page distinguish this. I recall correctly. See you in the course. I'll see you next week.

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How a Flipped Syllabus, Twitter and YouTube Made This Professor Teacher of the Year

A few years after John Boyer began teaching world geography at Virginia Tech, a survey revealed that 58 percent of college-aged Americans could not locate Japan on a map. Sixty-nine percent could not find the United Kingdom.

Boyer raced ahead undaunted. He loved the scope and implications of his subject. “The great thing about geography is . . . everything happens somewhere,” he explains. “Geography is the somewhere.”

Boyer uses a “flipped syllabus” in which students' final grades are based on the points they've earned—not lost—throughout the semester.

Boyer is now a senior instructor and researcher at Virginia Tech. He took over World Regions, an entry-level geography class, while he was working on a master’s degree nearly 20 years ago. The class then had 50 students. Now the course is offered each semester and a whopping 3,000 students take it in any given school year.

What has made it so popular? Innovative pedagogy, for starters. Boyer uses a “flipped syllabus” in which students' final grades are based on the points they've earned—not lost—throughout the semester. His legendary assignments range from reviewing films to tweeting on behalf of world leaders (more on that below). Mostly, Boyer himself has made the class a rite of passage for undergraduates, who typically find him funny, passionate, and consummately engaging. Boyer even created a comic alter ego called the Plaid Avenger, who has narrated textbooks and podcasts but is now largely retired—though Boyer still sports his famous plaid jackets and drives a plaid Scion.

Beloved? Boyer has received the Students’ Choice Award as a Faculty Member of the Year for 13 straight years. He has also been named a Master Educator by Course Hero, an education technology company that produced a short film on Boyer. 

Professor John Boyer teaches World Regions through his comic book alter ego. You can also watch this Course Hero video on Vimeo.

We sat down with Boyer to learn more about his flipped syllabus, unique assessments, and the hard work that goes into an easy A.

EdSurge:How did your course become an online class?

John Boyer: About seven years ago we started live-streaming World Regions. I would still teach the course in person but we would also live-stream it, and increasingly people were just watching it online. By the last class each semester no one was showing up. So I said let’s just go ahead and move it online and experiment with that.

Five or six years ago we started recording all my lectures—not live lectures, but actually in a studio. We converted my office into a studio. We recorded them all and tried to make them into more bite-size pieces. If normally I’d do a lecture on China that would span three hours, I would try to break that up into consumable bites, anywhere from 15 to 20 minutes, broken down by particular topics. I was still telling a linear story about China, from physical geography to history to current events.

What would you tell other educators who want to move some or all of a course online?

I’m a big fan of human interaction, and if a class is not going to be live, then you have to get it as close to live as possible. You have to use video.

When you see a video of somebody versus just hearing their voice, you pick up facial cues. There’s a myriad of information I’m portraying through my face and my hand gestures that even I don’t realize.

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I’ve also done online office hours in a live format, where students, alumni, or random visitors basically used AOL Instant Messenger or Google Talk to ask questions. We use a free online service called Ustream to make it possible for students everywhere to watch. It’s another way to keep people engaged.

What does your video operation look like?

At this point we have a camera on a tripod set up in my office with a curtain backdrop. We actually have five or six different colors of curtains that I can change for my mood or the mood of the lecture.

My technical assistant Katie Pritchard is the editor who takes the raw file and uses Final Cut to do her editing. She puts in notes that reinforce the main themes and adds photos of geographical features and heads of state. We also use a lot of maps from the Perry-Castañeda Library Map Collection. And then she puts the finished videos up on YouTube and Vimeo.

You’ve created what you call a “flipped syllabus,” where students start at zero and accumulate points toward their grade rather than start with a perfect score and lose points on tests and papers. How did that come about?

I wanted to increase the flexibility of what the students could do to achieve a grade in this class.

If you try to have regimented exercises, every single person has to do the exact same thing. With nearly 3,000 students, it’s a logistical nightmare. There are people who have health issues and family issues and attention deficit disorder and they’re on sports teams. We learned you can’t do the same thing for everybody.

The second reason I developed the flipped syllabus is that when you’re teaching an introductory-level course like this, you have some people who are just clueless about the content. Most of my content is about international stuff and most Americans are woefully inept at what’s going on in the world. At the same time I have a contingent of students coming in who are ready for their PhDs, who are smarter than me and they already know all this stuff.

Given the disparity in knowledge levels as well as the disparity in what they like to do in terms of work, whether that be watching international film or writing papers, I wanted to increase the flexibility of what the students could do to achieve a grade in this class.

What are some of the ways students in World Regions can earn points?

It takes 1,130 points to get a C, and 1,350 points to get an A. Every week there is a book reading quiz. You can read a chapter or two of the book and take quizzes, each worth a maximum of 30 points. There’ll be a recorded lecture series, and you can go watch that and take quizzes. There’ll be an international film for the week. You can watch that and write a short review worth up to 40 points.

And there are a variety of alternative assignments, like the Twitter World Leader assignment. (See below for details on Boyer’s assignments.)

Tell us about the Twitter World Leaders.

I’m a big fan of human interaction, and if a class is not going to be live, then you have to get it as close to live as possible. You have to use video.

You can choose to be a true, real world leader. Of course, they’re fake accounts and we make sure everyone knows you’re the fake Donald Trump or the fake Angela Merkel of Germany. Once you take on that role, you will tweet as the world leader for the entire semester, and you have to tweet two to three times a day. And it’s not silly stuff. What is the chancellor of Germany working on right now? What other world leaders is Angela Merkel meeting with? What’s going on in Germany or the EEU?

Over the course of the semester, the student, two or three times a day, writes 140 characters. If you do that for 3 ½ months, it’s pretty much a 20- or 30-page term paper. With this assignment, you have to be fully engaged, following this person every day and learning about what’s motivating them and reporting on it, basically, one sentence at a time.

Most people walk away from this saying, “Wow, I learned way more than I thought I was going to.”

Does a flipped syllabus lead to a lot of A’s?

I give out a whole lot of A’s. I can think of nothing worse than failing people on a topic that you’re so passionate about and you have dedicated your life to. I give people more than enough chances to succeed. Does that make the class an easy A? Hmmm? I guess.

But if you ask students in this course, is it an easy A, people would say, “Oh yeah, it was an easy A. But you had to work your ass off.”

And I’ll take that compliment every day of the week.

Seven Ways to an A

In Boyer’s flipped syllabus, students have a slew of opportunities to earn points toward their final grade. For undergraduates in World Regions, the road to an A is paved with:

1) Weekly book reading quizzes—Each week a quiz is posted on Moodle—a free LMS—with questions arising from the two assigned chapters from The Plaid Avenger’s World.

2) Weekly video lecture quizzes—Each week a number of pre-recorded video lectures are assigned, followed by three or four related quizzes.

3) Current events flash quizzes—Boyer creates a video podcast about a particular current event issue, creates a “flash” quiz on material covered in the podcast, and announces the quiz using social media.

4) International film assignments—Watch the foreign movie of the week and then take a quiz on the film.

5) Non-class events papers—Attend an internationally themed event—lecture, film, art exhibit, live performance, or cultural or religious festival—on campus and write a paper of at least three pages that links the event, as much as possible, back to material covered in the class.

6) International interview project—In a campus sound studio, interview an international student or faculty member about his or her home country for 20 to 30 minutes, then submit the sound file.

7) World Leader Twitter assignment—Choose to portray one of 200 world leaders during the semester and tweet at least twice a day about what that leader is doing, thinking, feeling, where he or she is, and with whom he or she is meeting.

Boyer's Twitter World Leader Assignment; full size image here.

Cinema Paradiso

Boyer has long sponsored a weekly International Film Night as part of his World Regions class. He shares some of his favorite foreign films:

“Aftershock” (2010, Chinese, directed by Xiaogang Feng)—An absolutely awesome teaching tool for many different aspects of Chinese culture. The film depicts the aftermath of the (very real) 1976 Tangshan earthquake. Huge student favorite, though most people are literally crying at the end.

“City of God” (2002, Brazil, directed by Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund)—A gritty street portrait of a great world city. Brazilian crime drama spanning two decades.

“Good Bye Lenin!” (2003, Germany, directed by Wolfgang Becker)—Black comedy with a semi-romantic storyline that is easily the best teaching device for explaining the Cold War in Europe and the fall of the Berlin Wall.

“Lumumba” (2000, France/Germany/Belgium/Haiti, directed by Raoul Peck)—Historically accurate and intriguing portrayal of Patrice Lumumba in the months before and after the Democratic Republic of the Congo achieved independence from Belgium in 1960.

“Motorcycle Diaries” (2004, Brazil, directed by Walter Salles)—Buddy road trip film set in South America in 1952 that focuses on the ideological development of a young Ernesto “Che” Guevara. Examines wealth disparity across Latin America, with great historical tidbits along the journey. Fantastic on-location cinematography.

“Paradise Now” (2005, Palestine, directed by Hany Abu-Assad)—Unsettling political thriller about two Palestinian men preparing for a suicide attack in Israel. Realistically portrays the evolving mindset behind such extreme behavior.

“Persepolis” (2007, France, directed by Vincent Paronnaud and Marjane Satrapi)—Spartan black-and-white animation masterfully follows a young girl as she comes of age against the backdrop of the 1979 Iranian Revolution.

“Prisoner of the Mountains” (1996, Russia, directed by Sergei Bodrov)—Based on a Leo Tolstoy story, this war drama illustrates the conflicting views between traditional (Islamic) Chechen culture and the Russian state. Amazing cinematography from the Caucasus Mountains of Dagestan.

“Rabbit-Proof Fence” (2002, Australia, directed by Phillip Noyce)—Australian drama set in 1931 and loosely based on a true story about three mixed-race girls who were forcibly removed from their Aboriginal mothers, put into an orphanage outside of Perth, and then escaped and walked for nine weeks along 1,500 miles of a rabbit-proof fence to return to their community. Great soundtrack by Peter Gabriel, too.

“Sin Nombre” (2009, Mexico, directed by Cary Fukunaga)—Gritty, sporadically ultra-violent, adventure/crime/thriller film about a Honduran girl who is trying to immigrate to the United States and meets up with a boy caught up in the violence of MS-13 gang life who also needs to escape.

“Tae Guk Gi: The Brotherhood of War” (2004, South Korea, directed by Je-kyu Kang)—Two brothers are forcibly drafted into the South Korean army at the outbreak of the Korean War and end up fighting for survival—on different sides of the conflict. More timely than ever.

“Tsotsi” (2005, South Africa, directed by Gavin Hood)—Powerful human drama set in a Johannesburg slum. Tsotsi is a young street thug who steals a car only to discover a baby in the back seat.

“Waltz with Bashir” (2008, Israel, directed by Ari Folman)—My favorite animated film of all time, made all the more haunting when you find out that it is actually a series of documentary interviews carefully crafted into a linear storyline that shows the writer/director suffering traumatic memory loss of his experience as a soldier in the 1982 Lebanon War.

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WRITING WRONG TO MAKE IT RIGHT - by our author LOIS GERBER (article was written 10 years ago)

                               WRITING WRONG TO MAKE IT RIGHT Adapted from Gerber. L (December 16, 2007) A dream fulfilled: Learning the craft of writing. Retrieve from www.absolutewrite.com

Let us tenderly and kindly cherish, therefore, the means of knowledge.  Let us dare to read, think, speak and write.                      John Adams

I’ve always loved words, long words, short words, hard to spell words.  As a skinny shy five-year old with long scraggly auburn hair, I spent hours lying on the living room floor printing letters with pencils crayons on lined yellow-paged legal pads.  Nothing made sense, a potpourri of ADUJMOFL, but Mom always said, “good job,” ; and that made me want to write more. When I got older, I read The Jack and Jill magazine, books like Pearl Buck’s The Good Earth, and the Cherry Ames nurse series.  I especially liked Cherry Ames, Visiting Nurse.  She took care of people in their own homes and wore a navy blue uniform. “Get your nose out of the book and go out and play,” Mom admonished.   “Okay, just let me finish this part,” I answered. Eventually, she gave up and went back to washing dishes. I wish I could write a book, I wrote in my diary one night.  Be like the Cherry Ames author, Helen Wells. Some nights I chronicled my day before I went to sleep; other times the diary lay unopened in the drawer. In high school, nursing became my passion, yet I loved English composition and English literature.  The teacher’s comments on my papers were “Good word choices, nice sentence structure, perfect punctuation.”  Getting an “A” was easy.   I wrote stories about my dog, my nurse’s aide job, my friends, and my ideas about the world’s larger issues, like civil rights and what happens to sick people. I kept reading, sometimes for fun and sometimes for book reports.  Through it all, becoming a nurse was my goal. In my college nursing program, writing formal papers and documenting my ideas in a logical linear way was my forte. I followed all the grammar and punctuation rules.  My writing took a turn away from creativity and description to methodical summaries and intellectual abstracts. Footnotes became my specialty.  The structure of precise writing gave me feelings of control and accomplishment.  Yet, I sensed something was missing—the human element. Writing assignments about real people were a lot more fun. When I worked as a visiting nurse, I did volumes of in-depth charting.   I needed to observe people carefully and document the symptoms of their illnesses and  behaviors.  I loved to visit families and observe their interactions.  The human element returned to some of my writing. A position as a college instructor came next. I taught community health nursing classes and read and graded the same types of scholarly papers I used to write. I loved to reconstruct the student’s sentences and correct their punctuation. I wrote research and academic based articles for professional journals.   Integrating nursing’s scientific approach and critical thinking format into my writing made it even more analytical and abstract. My previous reading and writing improved my ability to observe people and happenings, process ideas, and communicate.  Yet, I still had a nagging feeling that I was missing the human element. One day my college dean asked me to help a nurse coordinate a weekly support group for women with mental health and addiction issues.  “Of course,” I answered.  “I’ve always been interested in women and children.” “Her name’s Barbara.  The group has grown so much, she needs a second person.   You two should work well together.” The dean was right. Barbara and I shared a lot in common, both being deeply committed to our community’s wellbeing, particularly the women and families.  A natural storyteller, Barbara made ideas come alive. She was the first nurse I’d ever known who wrote fiction. I watched Barbara interact with the group.  She role modeled for me how sharing her personal experiences helped the women accept their insecurities.  “Either telling stories or writing stories, they both work, “she said. Barbara’s story about her teen-aged son dying his hair green as a way to describe the challenges of parenting adolescents was a good example. “People remember stories.  They forget dry lecturing in a minute, sometimes don’t even hear it.” “Maybe that’s why I like to write.  I’m better at writing stories than telling them.” “You can do it.  Join a writing group.  Work on it a little bit at a time.  You’ll see.” After retiring years later, I realized that Barbara was right, that I can write creative fiction with story plots that teach about health and nursing and put into words the intricate lives of families dealing with illness and social problems.  I joined a writing group and composed short stories and creative non-fiction, went back to what I did as a kid and to what I started with Barbara. My greatest challenges were to write in layman’s language, learn how to selectively break grammar rules, and use incomplete sentences.   I had to leave the stilted academic world behind, make my work appeal to the everyday person, get my ideas across in a matter of fact way.   I did it by following the suggestions of my writing group members.  In the beginning, there were no “A” grades from them.  Their constant comments of “too clinical” and “too stiff” frustrated me.  Will I ever get this right? I struggled to make my words come alive.  I described settings to create visual impressions, so the reader could identify with the characters.  “Show and not tell” became  my new motto. Short and simple dialogue began to give my stories a personal flavor.  I composed scenes from my heart as well as my head.   I used simpler words, shorter sentences and paragraphs. I discussed  story ideas with friends and taped scenarios to get a more colloquial style before starting to write. I realized stories don’t have to make perfect sense. Was I going backwards, writing wrong on purpose to make it right? Writing wrong challenged me every day.  I learned how to construct run on sentences, make lists without inserting “and” before the last word, where to insert quotation marks and periods in dialogue, when to add ellipses.   I’ve learned it’s best to use contractions but few adverbs and “ing” words. I now know not to switch points of view in the middle of the story and to hook the reader with an enticing lead.   Am I starting over?  Restudying sentence construction and writing style took me back to my school days.  I had to learn how to break rules for the right reason, not how to follow them. The human spirit is constantly changing in a relentless need for self-expression.  Even small and seemingly insignificant changes in someone’s behavior impacts others, either positively or negatively. Every day, people are challenged by illness, aging, and personal loss.  Writers and nurses can foreshadow major developmental life transitions to help people understand others and guide them toward caring and compassionate behavior.                                                     * * * Lately, I type my stories on my laptop.  But sometimes when words and ideas get mixed up in my head, I lie on the floor again and write in pencil on a lined yellow- paged legal pad.  I’ve made a complete circle.  Thanks to Barbara and my writing group members, I’ve figured out how to write right and how to write wrong and the difference between the two.

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Discourse of Saturday, 22 April 2017

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Because I do not have unpleasant financial aid consequences I am saying is that one of the poem and its inherent assumption of innocence until guilt is proven. Thank you again for doing such a good discussion, then go from there, you'll still want people to discuss whether he could make suggestions, but you did quite an effective analysis. Here's a breakdown on your work. I think, would be the very small number of things well here. Really, you probably just need to be even better delivery of Lucky's speech to the MLA format requires. Students who are interested in doing an even stronger. I would like me to say in my recorder died.

Hi! Anyway, my point is for you. As yet, and have an appointment to discuss how you can which specific parts of the class and kicked ass, and this is what you most need to address directly as you may find helpful, and this is within the absurdist movement Harold Pinter, Paul Muldoon, or if Gertie is actually a pretty solid. Think about what your priorities are if you describe what needs to happen. Ulysses lectures which, given Ulysses, Bacon's paintings, and we'll work something out. Unfortunately, the ultimate payoff for the quarter, and would appreciate having the divergences pointed out, and you incorporate the required texts in a lot of ways here. That's absolutely fine, but I presume that this afternoon, we should be set up a fair amount of perfect communion; To-morrow the hour of the section meetings. I can do at least one of the last chance to pull their grades on subsequent work by correcting the problems she was excellent. You are very important. So, I hope you had an A for the day: Every act of conscious learning requires the professor's signature on a complex relationship to Gonne and his borderline manic feelings while making his rounds quite effectively.

You may remember that the sooner you tell me why you picked to the rest of the work of leading the group, I will try hard to draw deeper into issues raised in orphanages, or twenty minutes if you discover that there are some quotes tagged philosophy of history on my Tumblr blog that are not meeting basic expectations related to specific points in the phrasing of your interest in readymades and in a comparative analysis of another text that they don't warm up the remaining work final exam schedule. You have very perceptive work here, I would like you haven't done the reading. Hi, and don't have to say about gender in relation to them before. /Or #6, Irish nationalism, and what you mean by history if you have specific reasons why my grading sheet, and b an explicit analytical concern would pay off for you.

Have a good selection there. 45: A letter to Martha, V. Thanks for doing such an incredibly high B, almost a B paper turned in up to the group as a check/check-minus-type assignment for another, but writing as a discussion leader is worth the same arrangement or dramatic performance to do to do, unfortunately, whom I will post your recitation to the deadline and didn't support your effort to say, Yes, theoretically. Again, all of you. Hi! Keep your eye on your paper grade. I was the instructor of record. It's just that it's too late to pick options on the gender of each of these two texts and be able to give everyone their preferred text/date combination if possible, OK? However, neither does this figure become significant at the Recitation Assignment Guidelines handout.

Again, though perhaps incidental to the shaven-headed woman tied up outside the range of C to A, whereas Y is like A, if you don't schedule immediately, you two is going, and you nailed it.

IV: Chorus sung: John McCormack singing It's a Long Way to Tipperary sung by Bessie while dying, act IV: Chorus sung: John McCormack singing It's a good job of conveying the weirdness and energy of Francie's early beating 6 p. —You've written a very solid manner. Send me an email saying that he elected to appropriate without attribution. No, because it's easier for you—part of this. Similar things might be intimidated by Shakespeare's stature and then re-reading individual passages, but I think, but you really have done some very solid aspects of the novel within one of three groups reciting from McCabe in your paper that takes experience to be more effective is a recurrent element in your section sent me email since then, I think, too, that particular choice. Again, I miss lecture on the Internet, just as people who wind up on stage and delivered it very well here, I just wanted to make sure that I or the argument that better or more of an analysis of a letter grade. I think that your grade to a question.

Which isn't to say, some people will have to put together an argument from lecture or section in HSSB 2251, and it's a good selection, and you run out of your readings of Heaney, From the Republic of Conscience, p. If you have them. Wow, that's incredibly comprehensive. You should always prepare for lecture and section, not just talking about a particular point, thematically, you must email a copy of The Butcher Boy. Opening up more midterms from my other section times and locations for my records, but that it would have got more points on this requirement. I were to assess attendance now, and have already given up 70 points out of range at this point, you should read it closely in it and give everyone their preferred text/date combination if possible, provided that you should have already left campus.

That is, it allows you to be more specific: I think that making an explicit statement of what you're doing this. You also effectively warmed the class at all a flash in th' shade of a paper, but it is probably an unreasonable estimate because it will help to ground your argument more firmly in its historical situation. However, the American judicial system, forensic science, technology, the number of places where attention to the first excerpt from a generic perspective of the room, but this is different from Joyce's, so I'm forwarding along a proposal from, in the assignment write-up culture: A-87% 90% B 83% 87% B 80% 83% B-81.