Hi friends, I have a favor to ask. One of my best friends/and my university (Elon University) are finalists for the coca cola/regal film competition. Winning this would be a big deal for my school, and I honestly think my school has the best commercial. If you have a second and want to support future filmmakers then please go to the link and tweet with #contestMovieLife. If you do it you get entered for a chance to win regal movie tickets for a year. You can vote once a day
kthanksbye
Hi friends, I have a favor to ask. One of my best friends/and my university (Elon University) are finalists for the coca cola/regal film competition. Winning this would be a big deal for my school, and I honestly think my school has the best commercial. If you have a second and want to support future filmmakers then please go to the link and tweet with #contestMovieLife. If you do it you get entered for a chance to win regal movie tickets for a year. You can vote once a day
kthanksbye
spent all semester anxious about all the work I had to do, but now that I have no work I’m anxious about that.
So I taught a mini unit to my first graders and I just compared their diagnostic assessments to their summative assessments and there was so much growth. I wasn’t feeling super confident about my lessons (it was my first time teaching math to a whole group) so it was really nice to see that they learned from my lessons
So I went to counseling services and after my appointment the counselor was like “You should def come back”
I haven’t been drunk in awhile, which is probably for the best, but right now I could really use a drink or 5
Why am I angstier now than I ever was as a teen? Why did my teen angst not just remain teen angst? What did it decide to follow me into adulthood?
I finally made myself an appointment with counseling services but they’re so filled up that it’s not for another two weeks. But like it’s fine. Everything is fine
Wanton is the worst word to use in fanfiction, because I just always see it as wonton first and that really just kills everything.
I miss the days when I had time for tumblr. Now though, I’m stuck with 19 credit hours, an internship, and the crippling anxiety that comes with senior year.