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[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter One: Friends with Benefits

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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chapter-specific warnings: light smut (nsfw), mentions of alcohol plot: Friends with benefits. No strings attached - no dates, no feelings, just sex (really good sex). That’s what you’d told Larissa. That’s what Larissa seemed to want, and you would do anything to make her happy. So you would be content with the way things were - for now.

“Darling, ‘mm so close,” Larissa moaned. Her thighs clenched around your head as you lapped at her core, savoring every drop of her arousal as she rode out her orgasm. 

You peppered Larissa’s inner thighs with kisses and tiny bite marks before coming up to kiss her, whimpering softly as her tongue brushed against yours. 

The bell rang and the hallway flooded with students, signaling the end of your free period. 

“My meeting with Mayor Walker is in ten minutes,” Larissa sighed, running her fingers affectionately through your hair and stopping at your jaw, pulling you in for a heated kiss that held promises of more to come - later, once official duties had been fulfilled.

You were reluctant to pull away but you had your own class coming up in a few minutes, and so the ache between your thighs would have to wait.

“I don’t think my students would take kindly to me being late for fucking their principal, huh?” You smirked, earning yourself an incredulous look and a playful slap on the ass from the older woman. 

“Must you be so crass?”

“Oh don’t even try to deny it, you love it when I talk dirty,” you grinned and tossed Larissa a wink, which was rewarded with an eye roll.

“I love it even more when you stop talking completely and put that mouth to better use,” she grumbled, the amused glint in her sapphire eyes giving her away.

You placed a hand to your chest in faux-surprise. “Principal Weems, you wound me. Here I thought you enjoyed my clever quips.”

“For that they would actually have to be clever, darling. Now I only have seven minutes until my meeting, and I am still your boss, so I must ask you to leave. Unless you’d like to be punished for being late to your own class…?” Larissa quirked up an eyebrow and you felt your cheeks heat at the implication. 

“As tempting as the offer is, Principal Weems, I should get going.” 

You reached out and fixed her smudged lipstick with your thumb. Larissa gazed at you fondly, eyes sparkling, lips tugged up into a small smile at the outer corners. “Thank you,” she murmured. You weren’t sure if it was a trick of the light, but you could swear you saw a pink tinge to her cheeks.

“If you need me,” you said, raising an eyebrow suggestively as you fetched your panties from her desk and planted a final kiss to Larissa’s cheek before turning to leave. “You know where to find me.”

“Perhaps tonight, to let off some steam. You know how tiresome the Mayor can be,” she rolled her eyes and you snorted in agreement.

“I thought you didn’t tire easily,” you teased.

“Not with you, darling.”

Larissa watched you leave, eyes fixated on the sway of your hips as they disappeared from sight behind her office door. A glance at her watch told her the mayor was due any minute now, so she shook her head lightly, as if physically trying to rid herself from thoughts of you. She mustn't let herself get distracted. 

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

You had piqued Larissa’s interest from the moment she’d hired you for the newly founded position of Outcast Neurostudies teacher. Your ability as a mind-reader made you uniquely suited to the position, and it intrigued Larissa - she hadn’t met anyone like you before, and she felt drawn to you from the get go. You challenged her in ways not many people had the ability to, and there was a certain charge in the air when you were around that she simply couldn’t explain.

After spending some one-on-one time together, the two of you had discovered you had quite a lot in common, and had developed a close friendship. You would spend Friday nights curled up in front of Larissa’s fireplace, sharing a bottle of red wine and talking about everything and nothing. It felt nice for Larissa, finally opening up to someone again.

Only she couldn’t get you off her mind. One such day, she was sitting at her desk, preparing to leave for Outreach Day by firing off a few last minute emails. Her thoughts drifted to you - it would be the first time she’d see you off-campus, and the thought thrilled her a bit. Perhaps she could steal you away for some hot chocolate at the Weathervane when all the students were settled into their assignments. 

Larissa’s thoughts drifted even further, wondering what you would be wearing. You always looked so tantalizing, blouses that stopped just shy of your cleavage, skirts that would hike up when you’d squeeze onto the sofa in Larissa’s office, the smooth expanse of your thighs on display. And you, so blissfully unaware of your charm. The thought made Larissa heady. 

No. Such thoughts about an employee were unprofessional.

But if they only stayed thoughts? 

Larissa slammed her laptop shut with a frustrated groan. She could feel her panties growing damp as she pictured you writhing underneath her, riding out an orgasm on her fingers. Fuck. 

She had to do something about the ache between her legs, or Outreach Day was going to be pure torture.

Larissa’s hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and dipped between her thighs, cupping her soaked panties. This wouldn’t take long, she was already so close. She began to rut against her hand, rubbing hard and fast circles against her swollen clit, the faintest of moans passing her lips. Images of you, face contorted with pleasure, screaming her name, flashed behind her eyes as she stroked herself through her panties, her stomach burning.

A knock at her office door caused her to jerk her hand up, and she coughed out a weak “come in!” whilst smoothing her skirt. 

Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear - you strolled into her office, beaming ear-to-ear, wearing a tight blouse with the top button undone, hair pulled back to reveal the full curve of your jaw (oh, how would it feel to leave prints of her own lipstick along that jaw?)

“Ready for Outreach Day, Larissa? The students are waiting by the buses.” If you noticed that Larissa was flushed, her breathing labored, well, you didn’t comment.

“Y-yes, Y/N. I’m ready.” Larissa cleared her throat, fingers twitching on her desk as she pressed her thighs together to relieve the tension still steadily climbing inside of her.

“Great! Maybe you’d like to sit next to me on the bus?” Your innocent smile did absolutely nothing to soothe the ache between Larissa’s legs. This was going to be a long day. 

And it was. Thanks to Wednesday Addams, it was a complete disaster. 

The day ended with Larissa inviting you back to her office to share a bottle of wine as she let out her frustrations. One bottle quickly turned into two, and Larissa became aware, again, of the fire in her belly, the heat spreading rapidly throughout all her limbs.

You sat close, closer than you’d ever sat. The firelight flickered across your features, illuminating your natural beauty. You looked so eager, so receptive. When you put your hand on her forearm in a soothing gesture, stroking her bare skin with your thumb, it made her dizzy.

She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the day’s pent up frustrations but before she knew what she was doing, her lips were on yours. To her surprise, you didn’t push her away - quite the contrary, you let out a wanton moan, a moan that said “what are you waiting for?” and she pulled you closer by the waist and allowed her tongue to slide against yours.

She fucked you right there on her office sofa that night, both a little wine drunk, neither one of you caring about anything except quelling the burning desire that burned inside the both of you.

And then morning came. Larissa awoke alone in her bed with a searing headache and, moments later, the events of the previous night came flooding back to her. Her tongue on your cunt, teasing your entrance, circling your clit. Your breathy moans, the way your thighs clenched around her head as you came. 

Shame coursed through her body. She wanted to run and hide, but she knew she had to own up to her mistake, so she called you into her office for the conversation that had changed the trajectory of your relationship:

“Come in.” Larissa was sitting at her desk, head in her hands, when you entered the office. She could barely look up, unsure how she would be able to look into your eyes.

“I assume you want to talk about last night?” you asked. When Larissa finally looked up, you were biting your lip - you looked nervous, and it took everything in Larissa not to reach out and kiss you, to soothe you somehow.

She took a deep breath, slipping into her mask of professionalism, steeling herself for rejection. “Y/N… I apologize for what I did last night. I don’t want you to think poorly of me, what I did was not appropriate nor professional in the slightest. I value the friendship you’ve trusted me with and hate to think that I’ve broken that trust over a silly drunken mishap.”

To Larissa’s utter shock, you laughed. “Larissa… I don’t know about you but last night was the best sex I’ve ever had. Where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?” Larissa’s heart began to pound, the blood rushing to her face. Was she hearing you correctly? Was this some sort of fever dream? You were supposed to be angry, to be disgusted with her. Yet here you were, staring at her with your kind eyes - laughing?

You rounded her desk, perching at the edge of it and taking Larissa’s chin between your fingers. The action made her shiver. “Hey, I’m sorry. I wanted to lighten the mood a little. I just mean I don’t think poorly of you and you have nothing to apologize for, because I don’t regret what happened last night. I enjoyed myself and if you did, too, then I don’t see why we couldn’t… you know, do that again sometime.” You smiled hopefully.

Larissa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her mind was reeling - when she’d woken up that morning she’d been so afraid you’d be disgusted with her, that you’d tell her off and never want to speak with her again. Instead, you were offering yourself to her on a silver platter. She couldn’t dare hope. 

“I have a rule against dating coworkers,” she said slowly.

“Oh, I don’t mean dating. Think of it as blowing off steam.”

There was a beat of silence where the implications of your words hung heavy in the air.

“What are you suggesting?” Larissa furrowed her brows, pulse racing as she tried to concentrate with your fingers tracing the line of her jaw.

“Haven’t you heard of, you know… friends with benefits?” Your cheeks were slightly rosy and you sucked your lip between your teeth.

Larissa snorted, her hand shooting up to cover her painted lips at the unpretty sound.

You let go of her chin and slipped behind her, soothing your fingers into the tense muscles at the base of her neck. God, that feels good… You dug your thumbs more intensely into her shoulders and she couldn’t help the moan that spilled out of her mouth.

“Friends with benefits, huh?” Larissa’s voice was low and wanting as she mulled over your words. 

“No strings attached, Larissa. No feelings, no dates. Just two friendly coworkers who enjoy each other's company and just so happen to have mind-blowing sex.” Any qualms Larissa had about staying professional, about not ruining your friendship, were slowly trickling away as your warm breath washed over neck, your hands working her muscles into putty. 

“Mmh…” You dug your thumbs harder into Larissa’s back. “I could agree to that.” She let out a moan and swiveled her desk chair around, putting an end to the massage in order to claim your lips with her own. 

~~~ END FLASHBACK ~~~

A few weeks into your arrangement with Larissa, you still got chills every time you walked down the corridor to her office. You couldn’t believe your luck - somehow, the stunning, intelligent, imposing woman had not only become one of your closest friends, but was also interested in you sexually.

Your relationship with her was almost perfect: you’d talk, laugh, cry, be there for each other like best friends, then you’d have the best sex you’d ever had with anyone - all, as you’d said, without any strings attached, without having to label anything. If sharing a glass of wine and quelling her sexual frustrations was all she wanted from you, hell, you weren’t going to question it. It was more than you could ever dare hope for. 

You reached Larissa’s office for the second time that day and knocked on the door, waiting for her smooth voice to call “enter” before slipping into the room. 

“I brought you your favorite.” You grinned, holding up a bottle of Larissa’s preferred red wine as if it were a trophy.

Larissa’s features softened as she peered up at you over the top of her laptop, her lips curling up into a smile. “Let me finish this proposal and then I’ll be right with you.”

You made yourself useful by pouring two glasses of wine, handing one to the blonde then curling up in the armchair across from her desk and watching her finish her work. She worked so intently, so diligently - her fingers flew across the keyboard, her brow furrowed lightly. Every so often she would pause, nibble at her lip, then her fingers would tap away at the keys again. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Larissa stilled, feeling your eyes upon her. Her gaze met yours and she arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” You blushed and stared down into your wine. Larissa watched you for a moment before turning her attention back to her proposal, a small smile now playing upon her lips.

The next half hour passed in amiable silence as Larissa worked and you scrolled on your phone, peeking up every so often to steal a glance at the principal. Finally, she shut her laptop. She leaned back in her armchair, eyes fluttering shut, a frustrated groan escaping her lips. 

“Dare I ask how your meeting with Mayor Walker went today?” You spoke quietly, as if afraid to break the silence.

Larissa chuckled darkly, opening her eyes and reaching for her wine glass, draining it in one go. “The aftermath of this year’s Outreach Day extends farther than I thought, it appears.”

You frowned, rounding the desk and sitting on the edge, just in front of Larissa. “I’m sorry, I know how important Outcast-Normie relations are to you.” 

Larissa waved a hand in front of her face. “No need to pity me, darling, it comes with the territory. I just want to do right by these students. And now our dear mayor wants this proposal on his desk by Monday morning.” She rolled her eyes, sighing heavily.

“Do you want me to leave? I mean we could always take a raincheck, you look like you could use some rest and I-” Larissa lunged forward, her mouth colliding with yours, effectively putting an end to your rambling.

Her lips were warm and soft on yours, and she kissed you with a ferocious urgency that you’d rarely experienced from her. She slid her tongue against your lip and you allowed her to explore the cavern of your mouth as her hands tangled roughly in your hair.

When you parted, it was only because Larissa had run out of breath. She rested her forehead against yours, her breath warm against your face. 

“I don’t want you to leave,” she murmured. “I… I need the distraction tonight.” She swallowed thickly, closing her eyes, and you could tell it was hard for her to ask for what she wanted. 

Your hands came up to cup her cheeks. “Do you want to be in charge tonight?”

x

[mr-double-downer]

participating in a neurostudy for some sweet cash

[unchartedmindofmadness]

Someone once told me, that someone once told them that "It's never too late to start your day over." && today that tid-bit of inspiration was challenged as I put it in play. Waiting for medical approval can be excruciating when it is time sensitive, so naturally any interference that could hinder the length of process can be stressful. Especially when you're just waking up && in a fog from the medicine the night before and aren't able to process things as effortlessly as usual and a possibility of hopefully a minor set back tends to appear as a world crashing apart in combination with having difficulty comprehending methods to respond appropriately and it's off to the races. Today I went to my favourite local shops in a city that's had my heart since childhood && walked around town && picked out some new trinkets. Sometimes we just need a fresh change of scenery && a few tiny treasures to help get us out of that crestfallen state-of-mind. It also helps to make new friends during your day ventures. I have high hopes that this transitional period will pick up and that my life changes when I get mornings back! ° ° #mentalillnessblog #brain #mentalhealthblogger #transition #mentalhealthawareness #together #stateofmind #aloe #banana #mango #almondmilk #honey #obsidian #feather #malachite #goldstone #crystals #jasper #restart #quotes #blog #neurostudy #bodybutter (at Lancaster, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl7KeCnD8kR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19b7n5xussc7u

[neurostudies]

neurostudies introduction post 🌿

hi everyone!

i’ve been following the studyblr community for a while now and i thought i might give it a try and start posting my own stuff :)

about me 🦩

my name is maya (she/her)

i’m 18 years old

INFP/ INFJ (nearly 50/50)

ravenclaw

pisces

i live in poland

just finished high school

(hopefully) future med student

can speak english (C1) and german (A2)

currently learning also spanish, french, norwegian and japanese

interests 🌻

neurobiology and psychology (most of my science interest revolves around the brain - consciousness, thought process, emotions etc)

astronomy and astrophysics (i like reading about it, although i don’t really understand the complex math behind it)

music - i listen to various genres, mostly alternative rock and indie

i sing and dance

i love musical theatre!

art, especially digital graphic design and animation

RPGs and larping

comic books, video games (i’m a huge geek! you can check my other blog @blackhowellbae where i post fandom-related stuff)

figure skating, acrobatics

i made this blog mostly for motivation 🌱

in a few weeks i’ll be taking my final exams. due to the quarantine i’ve found myself in a quite bad mental state so i hope this will motivate me to try harder and focus more on my work!

favourite studyblrs that inspired me!

@studyquill @studyblr @eintsein @emmastudies @studybutch @hollstudies @septemberstudiesblog @savvily-studious @adelinestudiess @studypickle @gabiestudies @studyingain @studyskylar @studytako

[dpdr-dreams]

dpdr and neurostudies

”AIWS: Depersonalisation Disorder (DPD)

    At several points in the story, Alice questions her own identity, and feels ‘different’ in some way from when she first woke. Approximately 1% of the UK population experiences these feeling constantly, and suffer from a syndrome known as Depersonalisation Disorder (DPD). DPD is often a feature of migraine or epileptic auras, but sometimes even healthy individuals may experience this syndrome for a moment in response to stress, tiredness, or drug use. DPD is characterised by a disruption in coordinating perception, consciousness, memory, and self-identity, resulting in a disordered sense-of-self. This disorder has a wide range of symptoms, including: feelings of not belonging in one’s own body; a lack of ownership of one's thoughts and memories; believing that body movements are started without being aware of it; and numbing of emotions.2 Patients often comment that they feel as though they are not really there in the present moment, similar to dreaming or watching a movie. It might sound like these people are experiencing an episode of psychosis, but they are not. Patients are usually aware of their situation.

    Interestingly, there is a high association between DPD and childhood abuse. Since the onset of DPD symptoms often occur alongside stressful or life-threatening situations, DPD may initially develop as a way to adapt to a stressful situation. DPD acts as a type of defence mechanism, allowing an individual to disconnect from threatening or stressful life events, making the situation easier to deal with. In fact, it is estimated that 51% of patients with DPD also meet the criteria for post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)!

    Sensory information, like sight and sound, are combined in a way that creates the feeling of belonging in one's own body in three-dimensional space. One particular section of the brain called the temporoparietal junction (TPJ) is involved in this sensory processing. In people with DPD, a faulty TPJ may be responsible for the feeling of 'not belonging' in one's own body, having out-of-body experiences (feeling that the ‘self’ is located outside the physical body), or experiencing autoscopy (perception of viewing the self from another viewpoint). Evidence for the involvement of the TPJ in DPD comes from studying brain lesions. It has been shown that deterioration of the TPJ produces out-of-body experiences, possibly due to a failure to integrate multi-sensory information from the body. Along the same lines, when a process called Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation (TMS) is used on of the right side of the TPJ, the symptoms of depersonalisation are reduced.

    People with DPD also have reduced activity in a brain region called anterior insula, located deep within the brain. The anterior insula is necessary for conscious processing of emotions and creating the feeling of agency (being responsible for your own actions). In healthy people, activation of the anterior insula occurs when they are shown photos of their own face or body. This implies that the anterior insula is responsible for the brains 'awareness' of one's own body, and feelings of ownership of that body. Using a brain scanning process called functional MRI (fMRI) to measure brain activity, researchers can see if the anterior insula is responsible for this bodily awareness. When in an fMRI machine, participants are asked to control images on a screen using joysticks. When the participant felt as though they were responsible for moving the object, there was an increase in activity in the anterior insula. However, when researchers interfered with the movement of the object, the participants showed greater activity in a different brain area - the inferior parietal cortex. Therefore, reduced activity in the anterior insula might offer a possible explanation for the loss of agency and robotic, automated movements experienced by patients with DPD.

    Reduced activation of the anterior insula may also be responsible for the emotional numbing experienced by DPD patients. People with DPD display a lack of response when shown emotionally-provocative images. This occurs alongside reduced activity in the anterior insula, as well as a lessening of a measure for subconscious arousal (the galvanic skin response [GSR]), compared to people without DPD. The GSR, a measure of subconscious arousal, is often used as a quantitative measure of emotional response. This means that DPD people might experience less emotional responses to a situation that would normally trigger an emotional response in a non-DPD person. Another area of the brain implicated in emotional awareness is the amygdala. In DPD patients there is also less activity in the amygdala. The amygdala is thought to ‘colour’ conscious perceptions with emotion, and plays an important part on how we perceive our environment.

    It has been suggested that the process of perception may occur by two parallel pathways. The first pathway is concerned with the literal processing of the environment - the ‘what is it?’ pathway. The second pathway assigns emotional importance to this information in the first pathway. In people with DPD, the ‘what is it?’ pathway is intact, but the second emotional pathway is disrupted - meaning the function of the anterior insula and the amygdala might be disrupted. This may cause patients to feel that things seem somehow different and unreal. Therefore, patients with DPD are able to recognise themselves, their families and their environment. However, as the emotional ‘colouring’ of the situation is lost - possibly due to a defective anterior insula or amygdala, everything appears foreign and lifeless.”

http://thelookingglass.myfreesites.net/articles/alice-in-wonderland-syndrome/

[findmeatthecoffeeshop]

note-taking and how to effectively use your notes as a study tool

 notes are a great way to follow along with the professor during a lecture or to study from for an exam, but could actually hinder your grade if you aren’t utilizing them to their full potential! everyone has a different method for studying class material and it’s okay if you haven’t found one that’s right for you just yet; it took me nearly 5 semesters to figure out the best way that I study - by almost exclusively using my notes. i’ve found the following method to work for most of my classes (excluding chemistry, unfortunately):

I. during class

pay attention to what the professor is saying, not what his powerpoint says !!!!

i cannot emphasize this enough. don’t try to write down everything that’s on the board, you’ll miss important info that the professor is trying to address and/or elaborate on

i use what i call a “note dump book”, a cheap 1-subject notebook to write down notes from all of my classes.

during class, my dump book, a pen, and a highlighter are the only things on my desk. this minimizes distractions and helps keep me focused. each lecture is set up the same way: the course title is highlighted to help me differentiate from my other classes; the chapter number and title are centered and enclosed in brackets i.e., [Chpt 1: intro to motivation]; each subtopic is also enclosed in brackets (and often abbreviated) to separate topics from each other; underneath each subtopic are points that my professor has emphasized or ideas that he expanded on that were not on his power point.

not very pretty, but legible (to me anyway haha)

II: revision

rewrite, rewrite, rewrite! studies have shown that hand-copying your notes helps your brain retain more of the information presented!

a. set up your notebook

whichever way you like to format your notes, try to set up your “template” ahead of time. this saves time and also enables you to keep your ‘study flow’ going. it’s difficult to concentrate on studying if you keep having to break your concentration to set up your notebook pages!

i prefer to use the Cornell note-taking method, so before i begin rewriting my notes, i use a ruler to separate a handful of notebook pages into 3 parts:

b. copy the professor’s powerpoint

write the chapter name as the header of your notes

if your professor posts their lectures online (or are able to access them in a different way) copy the slides almost word-for-word. try to put them in your own words if you can. putting information in your own words helps you better understand the concept

c. highlight ... 

after you have copied down the notes, go through and find the chapter’s main points, vocabulary, and any other important information. highlight each element with a different color to help separate them from another.

my notes often have up to four different colors: one for vocab, one for researchers/experiments and theories, one for important points, and one for emphasis

... and annotate

this is where the note dump comes in.

my template has a column on the left-hand side that i use to elaborate on the notes i have already written. this is where i put any and all helpful notes that i had taken from the lecture.

i use this for examples, extra definitions, clarifications, and any mnemonic devices i come up with to help me remember the information 

if there is anything you are still having trouble understanding, mark the page/topic to remind you to ask a classmate or the professor

i usually set my pens aside after this step and turn to my flash card app, but this next step can be done at the beginning, end, or in the middle of your revision!

d. make flashcards

if flashcards are your thing, i recommend making them after highlighting and annotation so that vocab, theories, etc., are still fresh in your mind. I use the TinyCards app instead of notecards, i find it to be much faster and much more portable. TinyCards is a great way to review - they work like paper notecards (obviously), but you’re able to use text and picture as a card. the app remembers what words you get right and which ones you struggle with and will bring those up more often and use different methods to help you learn your vocab words get TinyCards here 

III: studying

“the one exclusive sign of thorough knowledge is the power of teaching” -Aristotle

on your own

the final space i’ve blocked off is for page summaries. as i stated above, if you’re able to explain the material in your own words, words that probably make more sense to you, you will better understand the material. summaries are helpful for a few other reasons as well:

it turns your bullet-point notes into coherent, flowing sentences

when reviewing for an exam, it turns each full page of notes into a paragraph or two - which looks much less intimidating than 12 full pages of notes

it incorporates lecture notes with the information given by the professor

you now have a full set of notes rather than information with holes in it, leaving you with questions right before the exam

with a friend / classmate

have both of you take a few minutes to read through your notes, jotting down any ideas, topics, words, etc., you are still having difficulty with.

swap papers with your study partner. take turns teaching your partner the information they don’t understand. this helps them learn the material and helps enforce the material in your brain

if there is an idea neither you or your partner understand, reach out to the professor or another classmate

run through the study guide together (if given)

study guides usually contain the most important information you’ll need to know for the exam. make sure you can answer most of those questions!

no study guide? no problem

quiz, and be quizzed by, your partner. look through your notes again. if you see a key idea, diagram, process, etc., ask your partner to explain it to you. bonus points if you’re/they’re able to draw it out!

ask them a question if you run into them on campus

my friend and I study together quite a bit because we’re in the same major, however, we’re not usually in the same class at the same time. If we run into each other in the hallway, the lab, the gym, etc., we take a moment to ask each other a question about a topic we had trouble with the study session before. it’s one thing to remember the information in an educational setting, but it’s even better to recall the information outside of that

with a friend who doesn’t know the material

surrender your notebook to your friend

have them read through your notes and quiz you on different topics

have them jump around rather than reciting the material from first to last page - exams don’t usually go in chronological order!!

this is a good time to teach as well

explain to your friend any diagrams, cycles, theories you have written down in a way they can understand

connect the diagram to other information in the chapter if possible, this helps make connections within the material!

surrender your notecards to your friend

have your friend go through them first with the vocab word/idea facing you. 

go through the cards, shuffling each time you start over, until you get them all correct

have your friend go through them with the definition facing you and you must guess the vocab word

again going through the cards and shuffling the stack until you get them all correct

finally, mix-up which way the cards are facing. have some with the definition facing you and the rest with the vocab word facing you

i hope this is of some help to you! and thank you for reading my extremely long first post

[neurostudy]

The beginning

Bonjour, hola, 你好！This blog is dedicated to giving scientific information related to study techniques, tricks, diets, supplements and general help for students. No where on the internet will you find a dedicated site for students by students. As the site progresses here will be your one-stop-shop for all things neuro-study related...

Don't study hard, study smart.

[journalgen]

Proceedings of the 2nd Summit of the Commission on Interstellar Neurostudies, Semantic Devil Studies, and Semiromance