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[ngc-5194]

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[notquitejiraiya]

ShikaTema Week || Day 1 ~ Camaraderie

So this is my first (and maybe only) contribution to ShikaTema Week 2020. It’s very stupid, but hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Another year, another quiz final for Konoha, but their team captain's mind is on more than just answering general knowledge questions.

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The uniform was itchy and the collar latched on to his stubble like velcro to a sweater. Shikamaru scratched at his chin halfheartedly, knowing better than to irritate it so early on in the day. After all, he still had hours left trapped in the damned thing—there were hours to be spent under studio lights in a makeshift auditorium, and he could do without being caught with a rash on television, or else he might get another call from his mother badgering him to take better care of himself. Granted, common sense hadn’t always been his forte and he probably ought to have listened, but after three years living alone at university Shikamaru was convinced he knew enough life skills to deal with a rash from a shirt. If he hadn’t died from scurvy or alcohol poisoning yet, chances were he was set, and he was clearly still standing.

Well, sitting; sat on a mound of grass outside some studio he’d become all too familiar with the last few years, lighting up his fifth cigarette of the morning. This is what my mother should grill me about, he grumbled to himself as he tucked the lighter away in his pocket. He knew he should quit, and he would if it didn’t settle his brain so adequately. People often seemed to forget that for one to have an IQ like he did, it came with a number of somewhat irritating side effects. One of those was the inability to shut everything off when it wasn’t important, but his teenage years had opened Shikamaru’s eyes to nicotine, and to easing the stressful whirring of information that slightest bit.

That’s why today of all days, as he waited to answer quick fire questions, Shikamaru wanted desperately for his mind to feel calm. Three years running he had come here, sat in this stupid, itchy uniform, and answered general knowledge questions for the sake of his university’s pride. He could barely even remember how he’d got roped into being part of the team in the first place, much less how he’d ended up being team captain last year. But, as he always did, Shikamaru just went with it, unbothered by the outcome in a hope to just get everyone to get off his damn back.

They’d won last year, and they’d won the year before. He thought that would’ve been enough for Ino, who’d dragged him on the team in the first place, but she was still itching for another win. Honestly, Shikamaru wished she was the captain; that way she would have to do the introduction to the camera, to the host—she did everything there was to do off-camera anyway, it’s not like it would’ve been hard for her.

But, really, when he thought about it, it was obvious why he held the position he did. With a mind and memory like his, it only made sense for decisions to fall to him, and him being team captain had, at least last year, won Konoha the title.

Though he didn’t understand the need for glory, he could at least logically see why both Ino and Choji had stood by their decision for him to front the team.

Still, it wasn’t half troublesome.

Shikamaru took a long drag as he kicked at a dandelion, the seeds flying everywhere. “One more an it’s all over,” he muttered to himself. “Teamwork, Nara. You can do teamwork easy.”

But it wasn’t easy at all; not when they were up against Suna like they were last year. He’d never seen a team so well-suited to one another as those three, and their reflexes were sharper than Shikamaru’s probably ever could be. The day he’d discovered they were siblings, he hadn’t even batted an eyelid—it all just suddenly made sense. They had that brutal and artsy one with the make-up, ‘war paint’ Shikamaru had heard him call it once, and the deadly silent one with the red hair whose deep voice didn’t even begin to match his bright eyes—those two alone were a force to be reckoned with, but they had nothing on her.

He had been almost certain they would lose that day Konoha had come up against them last year, and it was all down to that woman. She was so well rounded in her knowledge, and so sure of herself in all of her exclamations, that she seemed to control the entire operation on her own, manipulating it to her own advantage somehow. The woman was unstoppable in every sense of the word.

Except Konoha hadn’t lost, and that was down to her.

While it made him chuckle to think of the spectacular failure that had been her performance last year, he couldn’t help feeling awash with pity. He’d seen the look in her eyes as they walked out, that impossibly angry glint that just screamed out to him. As much as he didn’t understand her anguish, he couldn’t help feeling he’d deprived her of something she desperately wanted—no, more than that; something she deserved.

All along he’d wanted nothing more than to leave, and he felt no gratification for having won. So as they’d waited at the taxi rank later that afternoon and he’d spotted her, he’d been unable to stop himself walking up to her, ready to apologise for having torn away from her something that had seemingly mattered. But, before he was even able to open his mouth, she’d scowled at him and barged his shoulder as she pushed past. “If you’ve come to gloat, Nara, you can go fuck yourself,” she had spat under her breath, and his heart sank instantly at the way she’d, not only known, but his name so bitterly.

In the moment she walked away he felt something shift inside his mind; a lack of understanding so destructive he barely knew how to function. His teammates had bundled him a taxi cab with his eyes still focused on those blonde ponytails, trying as hard as he could to catch her eye again and understand why she cared so much about something so fucking pointless as this. However, no such revelation had clicked, and Shikamaru had spent the best part of the last year wondering what he’d say to her if they came face to face again.

He’d tried to reason with himself that she wouldn’t return—after all, who would actively return after embarrassingly themselves in such a way on television? It seemed cruel to even think about, and Shikamaru knew if the shoe was on the other foot he’d never want to set foot near even a pub-quiz again.

Still, something in him knew she’d be back, and that’s why his brain couldn’t buzzing with the millions of reasons for what might happen. If it mattered to her this much, she wouldn’t be able to stay away—he was sure of that—and though he barely knew her, Shikamaru was sure she wouldn’t be one to give up.

Such notions only played further on his mind until he stopped thinking of the competition and resorted to thinking exclusively of her; her smart dress, the obscure shade of her eyes, the sharp and mischievous tone with which she shot back answers. He couldn’t stop imagining her face, and what those snarling lips he’d seen might look like curved up into a smile. Shikamaru realise, for his own peace of mind, if he did see her again he had to ask her questions, and he had to see if she could smile.

Despite his intellect and despite the time frame, his many hours spent awake at night were fruitless. With each new round he’d spent every minute thinking about whether the team would face Suna, and imagined looking into those gorgeously ruthless eyes asking why and how in so many different ways. Yet now here he was; less than an hour from the starting buzzer and he’d thought of nothing at all.

“Useless,” he scolded under his breath, tapping away the ash of his cigarette as he tried to ground himself in the present once more. “You’re fucking useless.”

“Yes, you are.”

He froze. Oh, God. Not yet.

“So, you’re on the Konoha team again.”

Shikamaru looked up only to be met by a vicious scowl. “I knew it,” he scoffed, hating himself for the way his tone narrowed her teal eyes further. “You came back.”

“Of course I came back—I’m Suna’s fucking captain!” She sounded proud as she stepped around him, too proud to be genuine, and Shikamaru felt his lips purse tightly.

He shrugged, raising his arms defensively. “I’m sorry but I wouldn’t have come back,” he reasoned. Her eyes flashed a most dangerous, fiery glare, and Shikamaru realised instantly that she thought he was playing with her. Whilst he desperately wanted to insist his intentions were merely an attempt to be honest and kind, with every step she took around him and every inch further back he craned his neck, Shikamaru could see that plan working out less and less. Instead, he chose what he assumed was the path of least resistance—the easiest route for him to take.

Forcing a smile, Shikamaru brought his cigarette to his lips. “Remind me of your name?”

She scoffed, raising her eyebrows as she folded her arms tightly beneath her chest.

“Come on, woman.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Temari,” she growled.

“Surname?”

“You don’t deserve that.”

“Well, Temari,” he chuckled, his smile becoming ever more real the more he saw her features contort, “after the mess you made last year I wondered if they might’ve sacked you.”

“I’m not a quitter.”

“Never said you were—you couldn’t seem any further from a quitter if you tried.”

Temari smirked, kicking at the grass. “Unlike yourself.”

“Touché,” nodded Shikamaru. “Anyway, clearly you’re still such an asset to the team that your brothers can live without getting the answers right.”

He could see her snarling, and he could feel himself getting a kick out of it. Never before had he been so spiteful and enjoyed it—he didn’t feel like himself. Except all of a sudden, through her curled up lips, a smirk broke through, and he could see the shift—the sudden amusement as she said, “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Nara.”

God, how he loved the way his name fell from her tongue in a drawl. “Could you remind me, Temari: what is the oldest country in the world?”

He could see her squirm at the memory, but somehow that didn’t stop Temari squinting dramatically as her jaw clenched. “San Marino,” she spat.

The cigarette poised between his lips, and an obnoxious glint in his eye, Shikamaru smirked at her. “Funny you say that,” he chuckled. “I could’ve sworn you said Jerusalem last time that question was asked.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I know.” Shikamaru tapped away the ash and lay back on the grass, staring up at her. “But I thought it would be a good idea for you to check if you remembered that Jerusalem isn’t even a country, love.”

Temari snorted. “Ah, so you’re ‘helping’ me?”

“You could say so, yeah,” he told her, his snarky expression softening with every word. “Although, I’m sure you know more than my whole team do combined.”

Carefully she sat down a metre or so in front of him, and Shikamaru propped himself up on one elbow to secure a better look at him. Her eyebrows raised from their frown in surprise. “After three years on that team you still have no sense of camaraderie, do you?”

“And by that you mean?”

“You have no faith in your team-mates.”

“Oh, I have faith. I just know you’re a forced to be reckoned with.” Shikamaru smiled and took a drag, locking eyes with her. It was unnerving to see the way she looked at him with something so close to a genuine smile on her face, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t cherishing every moment of it. Nervously, he tugged the collar of his itchy uniform away from his neck and let out a great sigh, prompting her brows to furrow once more when.

“What?”

Shikamaru shrugged. “You deserved to win last year.”

Temari shook her head.

“You did.”

“I thought Jerusalem was a country, and I didn’t even know the answer, Nara,” she mumbled, picking at the daisies amongst the green. “I did not ‘deserve to win’ at all.”

“No,” he chuckled, “I don’t believe it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe for one second you didn’t know the answer.”

Temari’s eyebrows bunched together tighter, and she crawled a little closer, coming up beside him. “Why?”

Without hesitation, Shikamaru broke into a grin, laughing as he shook his head. “Because you’re a fucking powerhouse, that’s why. You’re terrifying, woman.”

And then it happened—a smile spread across her face as he’d hoped to see for months, and it was everything he’d hoped for. The corners of her eyes crinkled up, her top lip twitching with the tension, and she nodded slowly. A small laugh escaped her throat, too, as she examined another daisy between her fingertips, and for a moment she looked delicate. Shikamaru could barely wrap his head around the idea that a woman he’d only seen stoic and snarky at best could harbour such a softness, not to mention that such softness could be brought about by such a strange compliment. However, it had been so true: he was terrified of her. She had caused him so much trouble ever since he’d first met her without even realising, occupying his mind every minute of every day, and interfered with his life forever with a single glare.

“I don’t set out to be,” she giggled, “but I’m glad to hear it.”

Shikamaru wanted so desperately to ignore every nagging voice in his mind that urged him to question her, begging for answers as to why it had mattered so much. He wanted to keep quiet—just sit and enjoy this moment with this stunning woman—before they went back to being enemies and yelled countries, composers, and cattle breeds back and forth for the rest of the day. This moment was calm, serene, and with the wind floating through her blonde hair she looked untouchable—hell, she was.

But not knowing and not understand, as it always had, plagued Shikamaru too desperately for him to keep his mouth shut.

“Last year,” he said tentatively, pausing when he saw her eyes flicker away, “why were you so upset?”

Temari’s lips parted, her eyes blinking rapidly as though she was processing what he’d asked her. He knew then, for certain, that he had ruined the moment, couldn’t help wondering if what he’d asked was really that impossible to answer. Or was it really that stupid a question? he considered. Maybe he was so out of touch in his misfit genius brain that it was him that seemed the strange one.

Instantly, a wave of anxiety crept up his spine, and a shiver ran across his shoulders. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It wasn’t that I was embarrassed, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The calmness of her voice was unnerving, and the sombre undertone ripped through Shikamaru like a freezing gust of wind. His eyes shot open to see her staring straight behind him, eyes clearly fixated on the building they’d be entering in little to no time at all, and he swore he could see them glaze over.

Temari tore the head from another daisy and ran her fingertip gently across the petals. Shikamaru wished he could reach out, halt her nervous fiddling, and it not be weird, but he knew better than to keep on being ridiculous. He’d already upset this woman once before—maybe twice, now— and couldn’t forget, as he’d mentioned, that she was scary.

“Maybe it should’ve been embarrassment, but I don’t really get embarrassed by much,” continued Temari. She chewed on her lips as they curled into a subtle smirk, one she clearly didn’t want him to see. “Well, until now. You’ve managed to get me there.”

Shikamaru frowned. “I’ve embarrassed you?”

“Reminding me of last year and then being so nice about it? Yeah, of course you have.” She chuckled. “It made me embarrassed for being such a bitch when you tried to talk to me back then.”

“You weren’t a bitch.”

“I told you to go fuck yourself.”

He snorted, smiling as he shrugged. “In your defence, I shouldn’t have tried to talk to you at all; I should’ve let you be.”

“Then why did you?” she sighed. “I assumed you were going to take the piss, but I—”

“I just wanted to understand.”

Temari’s eyes shifted. “Understand what?”

“How some dumb university quiz competition could matter so much to you.”

“You mean, it doesn’t matter to you?” she scoffed. “But you’re Shikamaru Nara! You’ve won this thing three years running and you’re telling me it doesn’t even matter to you?”

He felt guiltier than he ever had before, but all he knew to do was shrug and give a simple nod.

“Unbelievable.” Temari didn’t sound angry, just utterly gobsmacked. “No wonder you have no sense of team spirit.”

“I’m the captain,” he insisted. “I show up, I answer the questions—I win!”

“That doesn’t mean you get it, Nara!”

And there it was again: that frustratingly captivating voice with which she hissed his name, but this time it filled him with a sadness unlike what he’d ever felt before. He sat up and looked into her eyes, trying his best to disregard the resentment now present in them and remember what they had looked like soft and kind.

“Shikamaru,” he corrected feebly. “Please.”

She ignored him. “We’re not friends, Nara. I don’t want us to be friends—nobody needs that. Nobody’s on the same side here—we aren’t on the same side!”

“Why do there even need to be sides in the first place? I don’t understand—it’s just some stupid quiz.”

“But it isn’t!”

The way her breath had quickened to combat her anger, and the way her face had crinkled into the expression he remembered the best, forced Shikamaru’s shoulders to slump. It finally clicked in his mind, then and there, that maybe he was the weird one. After all, Ino and Choji cared—they wanted to win as badly as this woman did, didn’t they?

No, there was something different about the way she behaved to those two. Team spirit had always been at the core of Ino and Choji’s pep talks, and Shikamaru did enjoy being part of a team with them without a doubt, but he was starting to believe it was different for Temari. Talking about sides didn’t feel right to him, and the way she’d said it hadn’t been entirely convincing either. It was as though she didn’t believe she had one herself at all, and he had to admit he felt the same.

“Temari,” he tried softly, “why do you want so badly to win?”

Silence.

Nervously, Shikamaru reached for the daisy between her fingertips and let out an Almighty sigh of relief when she didn’t flinch away. Her grip tightened, but she let him rest his palm there, and he couldn’t help feeling like talking to her was far beyond his usual abilities for communication. One wrong word and she could tear off his hand, no question about it.

Still, he smiled a most delicate smile, and squeezed her hand slightly. “You don’t need to prove yourself to anyone else to know you’re the best.”

Something flashed behind her eyes—a recognition of sorts. Tread carefully, idiot, he told himself.

“And even if you did, you showed everyone that last year.” He could see her lips part to speak but he continued too quickly. “Forget the last question—you smashed that competition. You were about to beat me.”

“But you beat me,” she sighed, resigned. “You won.”

Shikamaru chuckled, shaking his head. “I didn’t.”

Temari bit down on her lip. “If you say some sappy shit about camaraderie and how I’m better at it, I will punch you.”

“Well,” he smirked, “you have taken it upon yourself to repeatedly remind me of how shit my team spirit is, you—”

She didn’t let him finish, tearing her hand from his and shutting him up instantly, but not with her fist as he expected. He squeezed shut his eyes, bracing himself for the impact of her knuckle on his jaw, but instead felt arms wrap around his neck and her lips press against his own. Suddenly it didn’t matter that his itchy collar was tight against his neck, only that her arms were what pressed it closer, and he couldn’t wait to re-do his ponytail in the knowledge that she’d been what had ruined it, pulling at his hair. Shikamaru grinned against her lips and he let himself kiss back, amazed at how these ridiculous events had unfolded and how quickly her emotions had shifted. Not that he cared at all.

“If you let me win,” he whispered as she began to pull away slowly, “I will kill you.”

“Vice versa.”

“I wouldn’t da—ow! Fuck!”

His hand flew to his bottom lip, now bleeding from the ferocity with which she had bitten it, and he couldn’t help but laughing as he wiped it away.

“You troublesome woman,” he groaned, watching her turn away and grab another flower as if nothing had even happened. “The fuck did you do that for?”

Temari shrugged and reached out her hand to help him up, which he accepted hesitantly. She breathed out a chuckle and stamped out the cigarette he’d left dying in the grass. “Just to remind you, and everyone else, that I’m not just a pretty face.”

“Oh, I already knew that.”

“I know."

Shikamaru almost felt weird for the way he was staring at her, and he could feel himself mirroring the grin when she finally looked him in the eye again. How serene she looked picking at those, after the hectic nature of their encounter, stopped him dead. “Shit,” he whispered, “you want the others to think you punched me, don’t you?”

She bit down on her own lip, her refusal to answer as telling as any word could’ve been. “Really though,” she said, “if you let me win, this won’t be the last time I make you bleed.”

“Don’t worry; I heard you the first time.”

Her smile didn’t falter as she walked away, her sandy-coloured uniform clinging to her figure, and Shikamaru couldn’t help but grin. Had he got the answers he wanted? Not even nearly, but he’d got her to talk and he’d got her to smile—that was enough for a first attempt. But for now, he had to get in there, face her again, and win. He’d never been more excited or motivated for anything in his life.

But first he had to stop this damn lip from bleeding.

*

With the buzzer’s sound drilling deep behind his eyes, Shikamaru rested his chin on his palm. He could see the way her narrow eyes lit up as she went to answer yet another ridiculous question, and for some reason felt a proud smile creep onto his lips.

“Correct!” the announcer bellowed. He flicked the card in his hand to the back of its pack, clearing his throat as he went, and leant forward menacingly. His elbows settled on the desk before him as he neatened up the pack of question-cards with a couple of jarring taps against the wood.

Shikamaru noticed instantly he was the only contestant not to mirror him. The young man  sat back calmly, crossing his arms across his chest, and took in a single deep breath. He didn’t need to look at the old git to know what he was about to say—one question remained and both teams were neck and neck. A perfect repeat of last year, he noted.

That also, thankfully, meant it was almost over. With a flick of his wrist and a couple of words, he’d be free to leave and his teammates could fawn over the prize they so desperately wanted to hold onto. Shikamaru couldn’t wait to be rid of the sticky feeling of sitting under studio lights, or escape the awkward false enthusiasm radiating from the man all eyes currently sat on, but he had to admit that dragging himself out would be difficult with her acting as she was.

He watched her brows furrow as she listened intently to the same old instructions he knew she’d heard a thousand times and drew his thumb up to his lip, gently brushing across the swollen patch. For a moment he swore she caught him looking, seeing her subtle smirk brushed away only by a nudge from her teammate. Shikamaru winced, feeling a trickle of wet on his lower lip as he snagged the wound with his nail.

“Stop touching it, Shikamaru,” hissed Ino from beside him, discreetly passes a handkerchief beneath the desk, her toe colliding with his shin for good measure.

The announcer turned toward him and cocked his head to one side in a most patronising manner. “So, Konoha,” he said calmly, before twisting to face the other team, “and Suna.” Once again he rattled the cards against the desk, provoking another groan from Shikamaru and, again, a kick in the shin. “The final question is for your captains only.”

A sigh escaped Shikamaru as he dabbed at his lip and shoot an ungrateful look toward his whit-blonde team-mate. Oh, get on with it, he complained inwardly, and his eyes drifted across the room to his his opponent. She was definitely smiling now, no doubt about it—a devilish sight unlike anything he’d seen—and he decided then and there that hers, without a doubt, was the most irritating face he might ever have to look at.

Nonetheless, he could look at it forever.

He’d see to it that he would. 

“Fingers on buzzers, captains.”

Shikamaru’s palm reluctantly captured the buzzer. From across the room hreatening, but unable to hold any distinguishable malicious intent, her eyes burrowed into him as he took a deep breath. A shudder flew across his shoulders. This was the one moment that was entirely up to him, where his actions spoke for the entire team—he could understand now why maybe that had made her nervous last time.

The man cleared his throat and his yes shot down to the card. “What term is used to refer to the combination of an exclamation mark and a qu—”

His hand smacked down on the buzzer with their eyes still locked on one another, and instantly he could see the frustration bubbling up inside her. Hers was pressed down, too, flush against the desk, but he had thoroughly beaten her this time on reflexes alone. Clearly she was annoyed—a fact that quite honestly made a smile creep across Shikamaru’s face, and he felt his lip twinge as he snapped back into the present.

Then it hit him—he had the perfect way to force her to talk to him afterwards, and rile her up with passionate exasperation with him. Nobody’s on the same side, she had told him, except he could easily be on her side, if he chose to be. All he had to do was let himself be wrong.

“Oh,” he mumbled just loud enough, feigning confusion as he eyed Temari up across the room, “I’m not sure I know.”

“Mr Nara?”

“Yes?”

“Your answer, please.”

Shikamaru shrugged and sat back, a playfully false bewilderment in his eyes. “I’m not sure,” he lied again, “but I’ll go for…” He could see the way her brows were knitting closer together, a curse word silently mouthed by her lips, and he had to hold back a triumphant grin as he tentatively said, “Jerusalem?”

[orangeblossomstudies]

First off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who is giving this series love and support! It means a lot to me to see people reblogging and tagging it as useful information. That just really makes my day! Now, without further ado:

Part 3 in Surviving University (and other not so fun but important things)

Here I am going to go over how I both prepare for and partake in class lectures. Enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2

RE: College can be a trip sometimes so, seeing as I’m going into my third year, I think I have enough background to put together a list of tricks and habits that have both helped/hurt me in the long run. I struggled really really hard when transitioning from high school to college because I have severe social/general anxiety and am not good at dealing with new situations. My grades reflected that for my first semester, but I learned fast and am now going strong!

note: not all of these may apply to you and your university as every place is different! Despite this, if you are an incoming first year or struggling college student, I hope at least one of these tips help you!

Lectures (in general) 

This is mainly for the Freshman audience!

Raising your hand to go to the bathroom is something that doesn't really happen in college.

it might seem polite but you're not a child anymore and you don't have to ask to go relieve yourself. No one can stop you. It is wise, however, to understand your surroundings. If you are in a small classroom setting (like you were probably used to in high school) then waiting for a pause in the lecture before getting up is polite and looked kindly on. If you are in a large lecture hall with hundreds of others, you can get up at any time, walk outside, do whatever the hell you want and come back in and no one gives a rat’s ass how long you were gone.

you also don’t have to bring your stuff with you if you plan on coming back. You can just ask the person next to you if they can watch your stuff (I do this all the time) and you’ll be fine (I mean, as long as you’re not leaving a wad of cash or something on your desk. Someone might take that lol)

No one cares that you’re wearing pajamas. It's your life, do whatever the hell you want. Unless you plan to go talk to your favorite teacher about a possible reference for a job or something important where appearances matter, you can wear anything. Not gonna lie, I've seen my fair share of butt cheeks in too-short shorts and muscle tees that are seriously low cut (not that I mind~), but at the end of the day it's college and you’re an adult. What outward image you want to display is totally up to you and they can't do shit about it (unless you’re literally in your underwear or something totally obscene like that, which is, yes, illegal). But seriously, you can get away with a lot.

As a sub-note, I personally live in Florida where it's hot, like really hot, and the humidity is most often at 100% so these “underdressed” occurrences are not uncommon. If you live under similar conditions where most people strip to fight the heat I'd give one fair warning: the AC is no. joke. You might end up freezing your ass off no matter how hot it is outside because the majority of the day you aren't in the sun—you're in a classroom that's blasting an AC that no one ever touches. I usually opt for a t-shirt under a flannel or some other type of over-shirt that can be taken on and off when needed. Find what works for you.

If you want to skip a class, pick the second meeting (this means if it’s a M/W class, skip Wednesday). Yes, I know. You're condoning skipping class? Yup. I am. But there are rules. First, you need to make sure you are confident in the subject. For me, that means English classes. That's my forte and that's what I'm focused on, so I feel comfortable skipping a class or two when I need to study for one of my more difficult subjects or when I feel I just can't sit in four classes that day. The second rule is to make sure you aren't actually missing anything like a quiz, or project overview that is going to be delivered that day. Lord knows you can't make that shit up (many times even if you have a legit excuse). Anyways, many classes have a set number of absences you can have (mine are usually 4 tops--unexcused and excused). Figure out how this may work for you.

I don't get sick but once every two to three years, so I can divvy out my skips easily, but for some people, they need to take certain things into consideration. I'd advise you leave an absence (or two) for a situation that might not be under your control. If someone in the family dies or you need to go to the hospital for some unspeakable reason, you don't want to have to be worrying about failing a class by being there. Understanding your personal situation is key to making this work without ruining your college career.

Deciding if you can arrive late is very circumstantial depending on your professor, yourself, the weather...it's a bit of a wobbly situation. I personally like to get to class 10 to 15 minutes early as I hate rushing and the thought of standing at the front and trying to find a seat while half a class is already there (despite the fact that they probably don’t even care) literally makes me want to hurl. Often times, the teacher will only arrive just as the class should be starting (or later). Yeah, as you can see lots of factors go towards whether it's a good idea to be late, so just analyze and make a decision (better late than never anyone?)

If it's a small classroom setting, again, it's usually a good idea to apologize quietly and take a seat quickly. 

Sit wherever you’re comfortable. I see many people suggesting sitting up front, but everyone works differently. I personally prefer the front as it is easier for me to partake in class discussion (I feel pressured when I can see people turn around to look at me) and I don’t have to strain to see. Some people like the back where they can see the whole room and fidget without feeling like they are distracting other people. Some people don’t care.

No there aren’t assigned seats in college, but after a few days, seats might as well be. People tend to sit where they are at the beginning of the year the same as at the end of the year (give or take a few days where you’re later than usual). This is most probably due to the fact that students rely on people in their proper seats to help them find their seat quicker. Even professors rely upon students sitting in the same seats for attendance purposes. Try not to move the general area of the class you attend, or it may throw everyone off!

Lectures 1.2 (preparation)

This is just how I do it I by no means am telling you it is right or for you. Take the information as you will and enjoy!

The night before, make sure you have the readings read and the classwork done (whatever that may be). I can attest to the power of doing the readings (as one who is in multiple English classes and therefore has A LOT of readings). I had a class last semester that I barely did any of the readings for and, although I got an A, I didn’t enjoy it at all. Not only that, but I can’t believe the number of times that I complained I “didn’t learn anything.” Like, no shit, Michaela. You didn’t try. Getting readings and classwork done, even if it isn’t for a grade, will make your life so much easier and you might even find yourself enjoying the subject as you will get a much better understanding.

If you find something confusing or an obscure thought pops up while doing your readings/work, write it down. It will give you a way into class discussion and will help you tons in understanding the topic. I can’t count the number of times in which I know I had a question but by the time it came to the lecture I’d forgotten it.

Before lectures, I like to do a little researching on the topic outside of the textbooks. There is a lot of interesting information out there that can aid you in discussion when in class. Building a relationship with the professors of your major is key to your educational career as you move forward and the best way to do that is by getting them in their element and finding a common ground (I’m still working on this as I don’t like meeting new people).

Make sure you have everything you need. Whether that be a full case of pens and highlighters and your favorite notebook or simply your laptop and a water bottle, you don’t want to show up without the necessities.

Lectures 1.3 (how I do the thing called class)

To start on the most basic level, I get to my seat and set my desk up. I’m super anal about order and my OCD tends to kick in here so you probably won’t have to the compulsive problem I do to situate things over and over again because they’re a little tilted (like just chill Michaela), but however you do it, get yourself prepared before the professor starts the class. It’ll get quiet really quickly and (for me at least) shuffling around in your bag for your stuff is super uncomfortable and embarrassing.

During the lecture, I write down a lot of things besides the notes from the PowerPoints. For me, the notes I take in lecture are really messy. I not only cover what is in the slides, but also anything my teacher says that isn’t there. Usually, if the teacher decides to go off on a topic, it is important and you should pay extra attention to it (unless it’s obvious that your teacher just goes off the rails all the time). I also tend to add reflective commentary and any questions I may have (and their answers).

On the topic of questions, don’t be afraid to ask them. It is severely important for your questions to get answered. You thought them for a reason. You clearly don’t understand something and need a little more detail to do so. It does you no good to have a question sitting there in your head without an answer. Knowledge is power people. Even if you have to wait till the end of lecture because of shyness, do it. You’ll be thankful later.

If your lecturer has included them in their slides, copy the graphs or models (even if it looks like chicken scratch) those charts are more than likely going to show up again later on during a test or quiz because they are short, simple, and cover a heap of information. Get. It. Down. 

I absolutely love when a teacher creates an example for better understanding. They usually come up with something that is simple and easy to understand and that is something that has become EXTREMELY helpful for when I’m trying to understand theory, philosophy, and language (yes, even the English language gets me). Examples given by teachers are also something to keep in your notes as they are usually never generic and can be helpful down the line when you need to write a paper.

After lectures, you should always engage with the material again. I do this by rewriting my notes. It has been scientifically proven that writing helps with long-term memory of ideas and conceptual information. Writing the notes twice helps me even more. By creating a format of my notes (as opposed to the bland first draft) I am able to make a snapshot in my head of those notes and thus remember the information (this is just something that helps me as I have a slightly photographic memory. You by no means need to doll up your notes. It’s a lot of work and not for everyone so don't feel bad about doing something more minimal!) 

For vocabulary, I swear by flashcards. I, of course, have the vocab in my notes already, but I use flashcards for memory as they are not only a technical third time of writing the vocab., but they also help in giving a flash in my memory of the characters (Chinese) and their meaning. The repetitive motion of flipping the flash card also helps when I try to think back to the vocabulary I went over. If you are able to remember the routine, you can effectively form an image in your head of the word and remember the information more clearly (ok, I know this might not work for everyone, but that’s how my mind works. I would compare it to a “Mind Palace” where schemes and events are created to aid with memory of a certain topic, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say my memory is that good.)

That last point was sort of a sneak peek into Part 5! I really hope you enjoyed this. It was a little more personal as how I go about my lectures will differ as what will work to you, but I always find it fascinating to see how others work academically. If you have any questions or want to comment on your own experiences, please do so! Part 4 will be up next Sunday and will be covering assignments (homework and papers) and the tips I have for that as well as my own commentary of the “proper” ways to study *please, note the sarcasm and heavy eye roll*

Thanks for reading and enjoy the rest of your day!

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Other

99% Invisible

99percentinvisible.org

From Radiotopia

Caitlin's rating: 5/5

"99% Invisible is about all the thought that goes into the things we don’t think about — the unnoticed architecture and design that shape our world." -99% Invisible website

Aside from Phoebe Judge, Roman Mars is probably my favorite podcast host. He is so talented, and 99% Invisible tells so many interesting stories that as soon as I listened to my first episode (Squatters of the Lower East Side), I was hooked. There are so many things around us that we neglect to notice, and Roman Mars gives us all a chance to learn more about our surroundings. This podcast helps you stop and smell the proverbial flowers. Favorites of mine:

The Trials of Dan and Dave (57:01) - In 1992, Reebok had an ad campaign with two decathalon athletes. Super interesting. I've asked several people if they remember it (not old enough myself) and most of them say yes, so it's amazing to see how much of a lasting effect this ad campaign had. The power of advertising! This is a 99% invisible/ESPN 30 for 30 episode.

The Pool and the Stream (34:46) - Swimming pools changed skateboarding.

In the Same Ballpark (29:34) – The evolution of baseball parks in America. I love love love this episode.

Squatters of the Lower East Side (30:32) - People were illegally living in NYC and eventually came to own the places they were staying in basically by relentlessly defending their residence. POSSESSION IS 9/10 OF THE LAW.

Curious City

wbez.org/shows/curious-city

From WBEZ Chicago

Caitlin's rating: 3/5

"[Curious City's] mission is to include the public in editorial decision-making, make journalism more transparent and strengthen multimedia coverage about Chicago, the surrounding region and its people (past or present)." -WBEZ website

Again, a hit or miss for me, probably because I don't live in Chicago. Listeners send in their questions about Chicago (e.g. Where does all the poop go?), and Curious City answers them.

What Happens to the Lincoln Park Zoo Animals in the Winter? (5:39)

Chicago Bathhouses: More Than a Century of Sanitation, Sex, and Sweat (13:37)

What Happens to "Number 2" in the Second City? (9:03)

A Lot You Got to Holler

design.newcity.com/a-lot-you-got-to-holler-podcast

From Newcity Design

Caitlin's rating: ??

"The podcast explores Chicago’s singular history of architecture, design and urbanism, with an emphasis on pop culture." -Newcity Design website

To be honest, I never listened to this one, but it's on my list because it sounds like a Chicago version of 99% Invisible.

Love and Radio

loveandradio.org

From Radiotopia

Caitlin's rating: 3/5

"Love and Radio features in-depth, otherworldly-produced interviews with an eclectic range of subjects, from the seedy to the sublime. You’ve never heard anything like it before. New installments are added monthly." -Love and Radio website

Love and Radio is interesting because there's very limited narration. The story starts, and you basically have to figure it out as it goes on. I've liked the episodes I've heard, but it hasn't hooked me like some of the other shows. Recommendation:

Relevant Questions (46:05) - Polygraph expert helps people cheat the system. This is the same guy who is in the polygraph episode of This American Life mentioned above, but not the same broadcast.

Snakes!!!!!!!! (33:48) - Guy self-immunizes with snake venom.

A Girl of Ivory (42:16) - Polyamorous relationship with an unexpected twist.

Part Time Genius

parttimegenius.show

From How Stuff Works

Caitlin's rating: 3/5

"Every episode packs incredible research, fun-filled quizzes, nerdy interviews and a giant, head-scratching question into one superfun show." - Part Time Genius website

I don't particularly like the humor in this show, but it does have some interesting fun facts, and I definitely learned something new every time I listened. Recommendations:

Was Mr. Rogers the Best Neighbor Ever? (41:52) - BRB sobbing

What are the Greatest Things We Just Learned about Japan? (40:41) - OMG at the baseball story. That cracked me up.

How Did Putin Come to Power? (42:32) - Between this and watching Icarus, Putin terrifies me.

Is Recycling Worth the Hassle? (47:11) - Shoutout to this episode for putting me on even more of an environmentalism kick. I am especially trying to reuse plastic grocery bags now and, sadly, throwing them in the trash whenever they've finished their purpose.

What Are the Most Surprising Jobs at the White House? (43:39) - I already knew some of this thanks to Veep. :) But it was still good.

Science Vs

gimletmedia.com/science-vs

From Gimlet

Caitlin's rating: 5/5

"Science Vs takes on fads, trends, and the opinionated mob to find out what’s fact, what’s not, and what’s somewhere in between." -Gimlet website

I LOVE Science Vs! Another show with an Aussie host, this show is pleasant to listen to and always helps me learn more. Wendy interviews doctors, scientists, and other experts to back up her material. They break down the science-based evidence in a way that any audience can understand without being condescending. Favorites:

Opioids: How America Got Hooked (45:56) - Did you know that in 2016, opioids killed more people in America than AIDS did in its most dangerous year?!

The Bee-pocalypse (31:44) - Bees are dying, and you should care.

Vaccines - Are They Safe? (35:09) - Short answer: Yes.

The Rise of Anti-Vaxxers (32:24) - My eyes are rolled all the way back into my head right now.

Abortion: What You Need to Know (46:07) - Understanding the process is important, in my opinion, especially in this political climate. Don't make claims for one side or the other until you know the facts of how it works!

Strangers

storycentral.org/strangers

Formerly from Radiotopia, but now from Story Central

Caitlin's rating: 5/5

"Each episode is an empathy shot in your arm, featuring true stories about the people we meet, the connections we make, the heartbreaks we suffer, the kindnesses we encounter, and those frightful moments when we discover that WE aren’t even who we thought we were." -Story Central website

Strangers is so fascinating to me. It tells the stories of people. Usually they're stories that I can't relate to, but the people in these stories still have the same feelings that we all experience, so the stories aren't irrelevant. They're funny, they're said, they made me angry. Any time of show that evokes this type of emotion is a winner in my book. Lea's voice is soothing in the same way that Phoebe Judge's is. She talks about her personal life some, and I know that's appealing to some listeners. Personally, I'm more "Get to the story!" but that's okay. The wait is worth it. Favorites:

Franky Carillo - Life (34:39) and Franky Carillo - Life Now (29:35) - Guy serves 20 years in prison for a crime he didn't commit.

Kugel vs Khaled (37:52) - Alaa Khaled aka Alec Ledd talks about how he had to change his name to hide his ethnicity and break into acting.

Claire Obscure (57:31) -

Twelve Years On (33:44) - A refugee Somali family moves to a white neighborhood in Vermont

Eleven Up (1:07:51) - A family adopts children from another family, and then the families make plans to move in together.

The Truth (50:03) - A family divides when a member gets accused of the worst thing possible

Lex (35:06) - What do you do when you think your child is capable of being violent?

Claire Obscure (57:31) - Girl grows up with very abusive family, changes her identity so that her dad never finds her. Super intense.

The Son, The Goddess, and Leopoldo (47:37) - Guy is born into a lesbian witch coven, lives in communes with his mother, and eventually becomes an attorney.

Spooked

spookedpodcast.org

From WNYC Studios and Snap Judgement

Caitlin's rating: 4/5

"True-life supernatural stories, told first-hand by people who can barely believe it happened themselves." - Snap Judgement website

Whether you believe this kind of stuff or not, the stories are interesting and creepy. As a huge Stephen King fan, this appealed to me. The narrator, Glynn Washington, is amazing. He also hosts a show about Heavens Gate, which I tried to listen to, but it gave me nightmares about the cult I used to be in. Womp womp. Anyway, here are my favorite Spooked episodes:

Spooked: A Friend in the Forest (29:56) - Weird appearance of a boy who was supposed to be dead. Narrator is Irish.

Spooked: Lost in Time (36:37) - Two people walk into a bar that time warps.

Spooked: Final Act (35:26) - An EMT gets lost and someone who is supposedly dead helps her.

Wait Wait . . . Don't Tell Me!

npr.org/programs/wait-wait-dont-tell-me

From NPR

Caitlin's rating: 3/5

"NPR's weekly current events quiz. Have a laugh and test your news knowledge while figuring out what's real and what we've made up." -NPR website This one's okay. I subscribed to it so that I could prep for bar trivia (don't judge). I like that they have celebrity guests on the show. The newest episode has LeVar Burton (9:44), and I am stoked to listen to that! Bradley Whitford's episode was good, too. He's so problematic for me because I love him in West Wing, but I hate him in Get Out. Such a skilled actor.

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Poor quality paper! Poor quality paper. I thought that this book would be the same quality as my anatomy coloring book that I had years ago, but it is not. The paper is thin and of poor quality. You can actually read the print on the opposite page right through the paper. I would not recommend this. Go to Amazon

Great learning aid for those who learn best visually. I have been working in the coloring book while also reading other introductory botany books in order to school myself in basic botany. For those who process new and complex information visually, coloring books such as these are really helpful.. While you are coloring the illustrations you can repeat to yourself the terms and and explanations laid out on the facing page. while your are coloring the images that explain plant anatomy and physiology become fixed in your memory..The incremental presentation in this book is logically set out so that your knowledge builds as you progress through the illustrations.. Go to Amazon

A must for aspiring botanists I bought this to brush up on my botany prior to applying to grad school and figured what better way to learn than coloring. This has worked great to relearn and brush up on knowledge that I learned a few years ago. The art is well done and the information it contains about plant structure is great. I wish I would have had this in my first botany class. Go to Amazon

Nicely detailed images, great basic information as well as not so basic details Nicely detailed images, great basic information as well as not so basic details. In addition to plants, also has some info on fungi, lichen and some single celled structures. Go to Amazon

Helps learning and is fun for grown-ups, too! I was a little dubious about buying this, but it was recommended as a study aid for an introductory horticulture class I'm taking. I just received my first quiz grade for that course and I aced it while many in the class scored poorly. I attribute my success to having worked through the respective diagrams in this book! It's relaxing and enjoyable to do, and works very well to complement the course text in the learning process. Go to Amazon

Don't recommend as a teaching/learning aid I was looking forward to getting this as I was hoping to use it for middle to high school teaching aid in Botany. Other reviews that said the book was a bit advanced didn't bother me as I am very proficient with botany and horticulture with a BS and 20 years experience in the field. But the pictures are obscure and worst of all the labeling is horrible. Tiny little letters on the diagrams referring to the accompanying keys. Confusing, laborious and unattractive. I am returning and would not recommend for any use, adult or younger student. Go to Amazon

Botany While these books may appear as simple children's activities, they are instead detailed and complete guides to college level work and textbooks, giving a new initiative to learning material. The color, details, and careful explanations included within these books complement work done in the classroom and in the field. Before paying out large sums for study guides, outside tutoring or online help, try this book. This helped me through tests and assignments to get a better grade. Go to Amazon

Seriously informative, not much for coloring. This is a very detailed, serious, text with not a lot you would care to color unless it helps you memorize for an exam or something. Go to Amazon

The book was exactly what I needed and was expecting ... College level! Five Stars Four Stars Don’t judge a book by its cover! Five Stars Five Stars Three Stars Four Stars good!