a production of hamlet where ophelia and laertes are genderqueer twins and impersonate each other all the goddamn time and hamlet’s slept with both of them separately a bunch of times and when he gets to the pants it’s always a sort of “what’s in the box this time” kind of surprise
so I’ve just discovered soundrown, it’s sort of like rainymood except there’s 10 different sounds that you can listen to and combine to create whatever sort of environment you want (i.e. campfire and night, which is quite lovely)
are you telling me i could listen to the sound of a coffee shop on fire
So I’m a first year University student. I entered school without really knowing what I wanted so I just entered science department since I was good at science in high school and always enjoyed it. My first semester however didn’t go as planned. I was pretty anxious through the whole term and couldn’t concentrate on studying so I got pretty horrible grades. This semester however I decided only to take one class so I had a better chance to decide what I wanted from my school. I decided to switch over to business and was told I had a good chance of being accepted to my program. Today however I got a letter from my school saying because of my GPA I wasn’t accepted. So now I’m hating myself for being so stupid last semester and wondering what to do from here. I’m gonna talk to the Registrar’s Office tomorrow, wish me luck.
This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely