It’s essay writing season for tons of students!
After being a college writing tutor for over a year, I thought I would share my advice with all you awesome people on tumblr. This is how I write essays, but if you’ve got more tips, feel free to add them below.
Happy writing. You can do it!
I have honestly never heard the word ‘dork’ used without it being affectionate
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.
me first day of the semester: I’M GONNA GET AN A!!!!! I BETTER ORGANIZE MY NOTES!!!! I’M WRITING THIS IN MY PLANNER!!!! THIS IS SO COOL!!!!! I’M SETTING MY ALARM 30 MINUTES EARLY
me the night before finals week: SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT shit shit shit shit shit shit shit… shit… sh…. ss.ss….. ..i don’t care haha
have a transparent jacketless nagito
I’m dreaming of a #ffffff christmas
just to avoid accidentally using offensive language i’m going to start using 90s surfer dude slang because inadvertently offending someone is totally bogus dude
people might not want to be called dude
you are radically right and that is so not tubular my friend i apologise
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”