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And have some sheet music I’ve been practicing with just for fun!

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“Some scholars observe that, in classrooms today, the initial gesture of criticism can seem to carry more prestige than the long pursuit of understanding. One literature professor and critic at Harvard - not old or white or male - noticed that it had become more publicly rewarding for students to critique something as “problematic” than to grapple with what the problems might be; they seemed to have found that merely naming concerns had more value, in today’s cultural marketplace, than curiosity about what underlay them.”

- “The End of the English Major” in The New Yorker

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College tip: You have to make studying fun. And if not fun, then bearable. Don’t try to study at home if it’s just not working for you. Find a spot at a cafe or tea house, treat yourself to a nice drink and dedicate yourself to your work for a couple of hours. You’ll start to associate getting work done with being in that pleasant environment and enjoying a nice treat. The larger goal with this is that over time you can set your own “hours” where you’re going there consistently and you’ll find yourself getting a lot more done when you’re there because it’s your personal study spot. I highly encourage keeping a regular schedule, even on days when you don’t have much to do, because consistently will build the habit faster. It’s so crazy how fresh my brain feels when I just force myself to go to the tea house and open my laptop there on days when I have really bad brain fog

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let’s flip the game besties tell me in the tags the WORST books you read this year

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that awkward moment when you have the zoom link for a formal meeting right in front of you but you don’t want to arrive too early but also don’t wanna be late so you just stare at the screen until it’s the exact right moment to enter the zoom session. I just love how we as humans took the horrible feeling of “I don’t know if it’s appropriate to knock already” and translated it to the internet. 

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Currently reading Memoirs of An Ex-Prom Queen and couldn’t recommend it enough

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Wtf I thought I had deleted this blog 😩 excited to see I haven’t tho, studyblr returns

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I think everyone’s mathematical journey would have been so much easier if they showed you the sine, cosine, and tangent unit circle (R=1) animation in precalc

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Claudius is like Hamlet your grief for your father is gnc af (derogatory)

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Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison (Transcript/ID under the cut)

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Transcript: “Now, we lost and there was this wind and in front of us was the back of our daddy. We were some scared children. Macon kept telling me that the things we was scared of wasn’t real. What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not? I remember doing laundry for a man and his wife once, down in Virginia. The husband came into the kitchen one afternoon shivering and saying did I have any coffee made. I asked him what was it that had grabbed ahold of him, he looked so bad. He said he couldn’t figure it out, but he felt like he was about to fall off a cliff. Standing right there on that yellow and white and red linoleum, as level as a flatiron. He was holding on to the door first, then the chair, trying his best not to fall down. I opened my mouth to tell him wasn’t no cliff in that kitchen. Then I remember how it was being in those woods. I felt it all over again. So I told the man did he want me to hold onto him so he didn’t fall. He looked at me with the most grateful look in the world. ‘Would you?’ he said. I walked around back of him and locked my fingers in front of his chest and I held onto him. His heart was kicking under his vest like a mule in heat but little by little it calmed down.”

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My VERY detailed notes from the chapter I most certainly did not use Sparknotes for 👀

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[me as one of jesus’s disciples] so yeah just to piggyback off of what christ was saying

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dark macadamia

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“For history record the patterns of men’s lives, they say: Who slept with whom and with what results; who fought and who won and who lived to lie about it afterwards. All things, it is said, are duly recorded—all things of importance, that is. But not quite, for actually it is only the known, the seen, the heard and only those events that the recorder regards as important that are put down, those lies his keepers keep their power by. But the cop would be Clifton’s historian, his judge, his witness, and his executioner, and I was the only brother in the watching crowd. And I, witness for the defense, knew neither the extent of his guilt nor the nature of his crime. Where were the historians today? And how would they put it down?”

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

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good morning to people with sweatshirts for universities they never attended, people with a collection of empty notebooks, people with niche academic interests no one else seems to care about, people who never outgrew their middle school mythology phase, people who can’t seem to make a dent in their TBR piles, and the guy who does edits on Wikipedia