#english college work

[zukishaylupo]

Having to write a definition essay. Trying to see if I can use Alterhuman as my term to define. Will try to remember to update how it turns out.

"Blurred" out my name, and it's kinda just blurry. It's just the proposal for the term thing.

[hiddenramen]

why are people acting like burning man is some bourgeois orgy exclusively for one percenters when tickets for all nine days of burning man can cost significantly less than like, resale tickets for a single taylor swift concert. you can get tickets to burning man for $300 lmfao

i know we all want to pretend that this is another fyre fest but there are like. regular normal ass people who go to burning man. the worst thing about burning man is that it's lame and caters to libertarians and crunchy granola people who smell like patchouli and try to get you to babysit them when they drop shrooms. none of that warrants being left to die of trench illness in a nevada desert.

[that-butch-archivist]

1 out of 4 accelerated summer courses finished today. Next to go is Chem.

[pagesofjasmine]

Postgrad Life + Work From Home!

[ditzyblues]

i've been in college for one day and im ready to drop out

like who invented this. Why would you do this to the innocent people (i chose to attend college and picked my schedule)

the worst part of it all..? i couldn't draw. because i was shy and afraid that someone would see me drawing.

[bitchesgetriches]

Hiya! I have an English Literature degree. After graduating I had no idea what to do, so worked miscellaneous jobs then got into a Technical Theatre course that was a lot more vocational and I thought would lead to a career. Now I'm realising I'm miserable and will likely drop out. But then I'm back to my original situation of not knowing what to do with myself. I just want a stable, steady job I enjoy enough, with work-life balance and a salary I can live comfortably on. Any advice at all??? I feel so lost

Oh honey! I'm so sorry you're going through all this doubt and anxiety. That really fucking sucks.

We wrote a two-parter about choosing a career that I think should help. It's geared at high schoolers, but I think it works for anyone transitioning careers as well.

High School Students Have No Way of Knowing What Career to Choose. Why Do We Make Them Do It Anyway? 

The Actually Helpful, Nuanced, Non-Bullshit Way to Choose a Future Career 

Plus here are a few more that I think will motivate you:

Your College Major May Not Prepare You for Your Job—but It Can Prepare You for Life 

My Career Transition Succeeded When I Gave Fewer Fucks, Made More Friends, and Had More Fun 

If you found this helpful, tip us!

[poisonpercy]

So I’ve mentioned that I’m in a research class this semester that’s required by my major. Anyways, we’re writing different sections of our paper every few weeks or so, and I just got my feedback from my introduction section and it literally makes me want to cry. My prof said that I really have a knack for empirical writing and that my intro is one of the most well-written and comprehensive introductions that an undergrad has ever submitted to him 🥹🥹

[boycritter]

it feels so crazy that I’m older than you because even though it’s literally just by *one* year it’s like. I’m in college and you’re in high school. and that’s so crazy bizarre to me. you should be in college at the same time as me skip 12th grade 🫴

okay 💖 yay 💖

[chaika-jpeg-shitpost]

about to experience a once-in-a-lifetime event (reread my favourite series for the first time in 2 years and have my perception of it irretrievably change)

[alicefromwhichplanet]

THIS.

(Been trying to find the original post but failed on tumblr. But I want to repost this so much. Tell me if the author thinks it’s a violation of their copyright. I’ll delete it.)

[starlightswitch]

Finding the Right Words

@flashfictionfridayofficial I feel like if we keep getting idiom prompts, I'm going to keep playing with them.

Ella could feel Julian’s eyes on her as she read, but she kept her own on the paper of his notebook—following the lines he’d written, nodding to herself, ignoring a couple of phrases that weren’t perfect English but sounded kind of poetic.

Then she cracked up.

She could not stop laughing. It was very very bad and she really needed to stop but she could not stop laughing.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I’m really, really sorry… I am the worst person in the world for laughing at you… and I’m promise it’s not you I’m laughing at, I’m just laughing at—” –what you said did not actually sound better. “—the words, and…” She needed to stop laughing; what was something not funny? She pictured her grandma, looking like she was going to cry because some of the cousins had ganged up on the others and Grandma Ruth hated for people to be made fun of on holidays. Grandma Ruth would really hate for someone to feel like he was being made fun of for his command of the English language. She caught her breath and held Grandma Ruth’s distressed face in her mind. “What did you mean to say… here?” She barely looked at the phrase when she pointed at it.

“Uh… everything will be good. Does it not mean that? It must not,” he answered himself with a sheepish smile. “Sometimes, maybe? I heard it once and I know I thought of flowers popping up and I liked that.”

Ella closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pictured Grandma. “You were thinking of ‘coming up roses’. That means everything will be good. ‘Pushing up daisies’ means something else.”

“It means what?”

“Dead.” Oh, and she was laughing again. But now Julian was chuckling too.

“This is why I asked you to read it,” he said. “So I do not say in a love letter that someday we will be dead.” He made a face, considering. “True. It is true. But not romantic.”

“Not really.”

“No.” Julian took the letter from her, carefully erased the words, and nicely fit “coming up roses”—saying it out loud while looking up at Ella to make sure he had it right this time—into the empty space. “Roses,” he said. “Much more romantic.”

“Daisies could be romantic,” Ella said with a shrug. “Just not pushing up daisies.”

“No.”

“No.”

“Thank you for not taking my laughter as making fun of you.”

“Thank you,” said Julian, “for making sure my love letter is romantic.” He folded it carefully. “Much rather you laugh at it than Chloe.”

Even Grandma Ruth wouldn't argue with that one.

[loafbud]

I have 2 hours left to speedrun an essay i never worked on for two weeks that's due tonight :)

[writterings]

fuck man i dont wanna work today i wanna like. idk clean my bedroom or smth.

[tothebestofmyabilities]

Im so obsessed with the idea of bob hiring zeke at some point in his later teens

[vitamin-zeeth]

I'm on exam leave atm and it's soo telling that even tho I'm literally a week away from my first exam this is the best I've felt the whole school year. Like yeah I have a ton of revision to do but also I just made brownies yesterday. Like I just went "I wanna make brownies" and I did. I can just fuckin do that now. This is amazing.

[on-stolen-sunbeams]

doomscrolling through rate my prof and either multivariable's gonna suck or it's gonna feel a lot like learning from my dad.