Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

Things I’ve Seen During Finals

howtomusicmajor:

• Someone calling in sick to work in order to sleep for their hour long shift.
• Someone breakdancing to a boombox blasting Christmas music on the quad.
  
• Someone crying because they got a free sandwich.
• Someone walking into the lounge at 1 am with a huge stack of books, and the determination of someone who forgot a term paper.
• Someone putting off writing their thesis because someone else needed math help and “logarithms are fun!”
• Someone taking a lighter to a notebook as soon as they left the science building.
• More than one flask being carried to class.
• Someone literally giggle evilly when given a 6-pack of beer.
• A freshman taking gen eds complaining about everyone else complaining about how hard finals are. (Note: the freshman may or may not have ever been seen again.)
  
• Someone crossing campus at a run in slippers.
• A nursing major explaining that finals are actually natural selection, and that she is the strongest and most adaptable and she was going to survive, while talking to herself.
• A different nursing major looking very forlorn because she just ran out of wine.
• Someone sleeping on a bench in the music building, with actual pillows and blankets and everything.
• Sticky notes with swearwords written on them littered around the science building.
• A group of students trying to one-up each other about how badly their juries had just gone.
  
• Someone leaving for the library at 3 am, because there was free coffee there.
• Someone flipping off the professor after being wished good luck on the final.
• The same person realizing that they have an entire lifetime of that class ahead of them, because it’s their major.
• Someone being questioned about how they wanted their funeral to look, after talking about the 8000 words they had due.
• Just, so many people sprawled on floors because it’s easier to do that than anything else. So many.
• The most genuine gratitude I’ve had directed at me possibly ever, because I gave someone a peanut butter cookie.

Finals: we’re all tired, hungry, and a little unhinged. It’s okay.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

justastormie:

seriousjones:

hartfairyprincess:

seriousjones:

themarinestarringjohncena:

I love sincerely arguing over citation formats. On that note APA format is absolutely the best and easiest.

enjoy making a cover page for your fucking 2-page paper while i’m over here with the superior MLA format (Magnificent, Logical, Astonishing format) eating up multiple lines on the front page to bump up my page count. MLA is not only the most efficient, it is the most environmentally responsible option. the earth is dying and my grandchildren will know that it wasn’t my fault

Y'all can go eat a shoe.

Chicago is where it’s at.

Chicago ruined citations more than they ruined pizza

i’m sorry you can’t handle the depth of our pizza or the superior style of our footnotes. who needs a four line heading to bump up your page count when you can take up the entire page with a speculative footnote that boils down to i actually don’t really know what the answer is to this, somebody should work on that but i wrote this at three am so it ain’t gonna be me. 

like your pizza, your APA is cheap, easy and slides by tests of academic rigor like the greasy cardboard crap that it is. 

chicago pizza and style adapt to whatever your toppings and academic needs are, while after putting cheese and sausage, or sources with any depth from further back than the first three results on a google search, on your MLA and APA shit folds like burnt fucking wax paper.

chicago style. real research. real academia. REAL PIZZA. 

(Source: cimerie, via notbecauseofvictories)

whoopsrobots:

College has me so fucked up. Some kid just told me that our final assignments are due in fifteen minutes and my first reaction was acceptance. I don’t even have anything to hand in, it’s worth 30% of my mark and I was just ready to embrace the void. Wasn’t even relieved when he said he was kidding. Nobody can touch this. I’ve surpassed this mortal plane

(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)

College Rebellion Story Time

amoregloriousdawn:

I have a story to relay for you, Tumblr. About life, about perseverance, about sticking it to the man, and about super cool secret passageways.

In the late 70s/early 80s, Illinois State built a brand new dorm building where the rooms all had two closets, one on each side wall. But because they built the dorm on the cheap, the backs of the closets didn’t have real walls, only thin pieces of pressboard. That was all that was separated one dorm room from the next.

Once students figured this out, they cut big holes in the pressboard so that you could get to the adjoining dorm room by opening the closet door and scooting through the hole in the back wall.

They did this in room after room, until they had effectively built a huge secret passageway connecting every single dorm room on the floor.

The creation of this secret passageway led, almost immediately, to a culture of endless, enormous, authority-proof dorm parties. As soon as anybody knocked on the door or the party room, everybody could bail through the closets and be seven doors down the hall by the time the R.A. or campus security were let in. Or they would keep all the alcohol and what-not in one room, and have all the people in the next. So even when the R.A.s KNEW there was a ginormous party happening, they couldn’t do jack shit about it. It was total non-stop chaos.

Some of the bigger hooligans would commit all manner of mischief on campus, and then high-tail to this dorm building, knowing that once they were safely inside any room, there was no way the cops could ever find them.

Every summer, the school would replace the ripped out pressboard with sturdier and sturdier material. But students just got stronger saws, and kept rebuilding the secret passageways, year after year.

Eventually, only a few years after they built it, the school gave up and tore the whole building down.

(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)

radioactivemongoose:

my favorite compliment i’ve gotten at college was from a drunk frat boy who said i had “the body of the girl of his dreams” then paused and held up a hand to stop me from saying anything and continued “…..but the haircut of the boy of my dreams”

i’ve succeeded

(via amusewithaview)