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; Andrea ; México City. ; studyblr /opositora. ; muse, coffee and cats. ; from high school to marketing school. ; Just another woman trying to get her goals in life. ✨ INDIVISA MANENT ✨

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With the return of Glee starting up on Friday, and surely a burst of new roleplays and characters coming forward, we thought we’d make a simple guide to remind you of canon facts about Rachel Berry and her past, up to the end of season five.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Rachel Barbra Berry Birthdate: December 18, 1994 Current Age: 20 Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Religion: Judaism Family: Hiram Berry [biological father], Leroy Berry, Shelby Corcoran [surrogate, egg donor]

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[coppersmama]

Genderbend Supernatural: Pilot sneakpeek

So, I’ve been wanting to do a genderbend Supernatural project for a while, and finally got the inspiration to start. The following is just a preview of what it will be.

Basically, I’ll go through the episodes and write them similar, but as though Sam and Dean and Samantha and Deanna. A lot of the dialogue will be directly from the show, but as it continues, it will branch of with some notable changes. Some of the other characters will be genderbend as well, but not all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters mentioned below. I make no profit off this, just for fun.

Let me know what you think - I plan on uploading each episode as individual chapters, so this could be quite the lengthy project.

Lawrence, Kansas. 22 years ago. Mary walked gently into baby Sam’s room, 4-year old Deanna clutched on her hip. “C’mon, let’s go say goodnight to your sister,” she cooed to Deanna. The little blonde girl hopped down from her mother’s arms, paddling across the floor to her sister’s crib. She stepped up on the stool beside the crib, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her sister’s forehead. “Goodnight, Sam.” Mary joined her daughters, breathing out a soft, “Goodnight love” as she added a second kiss to the little girls forehead. Deanna was smiling down at her squishy potato of a sister when she heard a gruff voice from the doorway. “Hey, Dee.” “Daddy!” she squealed, sprinting across the floor and nearly tripping over her new nightgown. She launched herself into her father’s arms, smelling the sweat and grease of a hard day’s work, and loving him all the more. “Hey, Kiddo,” John whispered, tucking Deanna onto his hip. “So, what do you think?” he asked, nudging his head towards the soon-to-be-sleeping baby. “You think Sammy’s ready to toss around a football yet?” Deanna scoffed at the idea. “No, Daddy!” “No?” John repeated with a chuckle. “She’s just a baby!” Deanna insisted, looking forward to passing the football around with her father in their backyard on the weekend. Mary walked by the two with a loving smile, brushing her fingers lightly over John’s shoulder. “You got her?” “I got her,” John assured her, giving his little girl an extra squeeze as she rested her head on his shoulder. He rubbed Deanna’s back, breathing in her freshly bathed smell - a welcome change from the oil, gas, and exhaust of the shop. “Goodnight, Sam,” he whispered to his youngest daughter, before flicking off the light and heading to Deanna’s room. “Can we stay up and watch a movie, Daddy?” Deanna asked as she was carried off to her own bed. “I’m not even tired.” John chuckled a little as he lets her down on the bed. “Maybe tomorrow night, Dee. You need to get your beauty sleep so you can help Mommy bake a pie tomorrow.” “Pie?” Deanna asked, her ears perking up. Nothing made her tummy warm and gooey like pie did. John nodded, pulling the covers back and then folding them over his freckle-faced daughter. “Yep. Guess how old your baby sister is today?” Deanna scrunched her nose up, thinking. “… 1?” John shook his head with another soft laugh. “Not yet, Kiddo. She’s six months old. That’s about half a year.” Deanna cocked her head sideways at her strange father. “Then why are we baking a pie now? It’s not really her birthday.” John ruffled her soft, wavy locks. “It’s a tradition your Mommy and I started when you,” he exaggerated the comment with a soft poke against his daughter’s belly button, “were born. Six months is a big deal, so we make pie.” “So, did I have pie when I was six months old?” Deanna wondered. All this talk of pie was making her hungry for a bedtime snack. John grinned at the memory. “Sort of …” “Dad, can I have pie now?” John shook his head, leaning down to place a kiss on Deanna’s forehead. “Tomorrow, Kiddo. Close your eyes and get some sleep. What does Mommy always tell you?” Deanna smiled. “Angels are watching over me.” “That’s right. Goodnight, Deanna. I’ll see you in the morning.” “’Night Daddy. Love you.” Deanna snuggled down in her blankets, tucking her nose under the soft fabric. “Goodnight, Kiddo,” John whispers, tucking her hair behind her ear before exiting the room, turning the light off as he went. ************* Mary waited for John to come, resting her hand lightly over her stomach. She could feel the new life growing inside her, and while a new baby would normally bring her happiness and joy, she couldn’t keep the worry at bay. She and John were barely keeping it together with 2 children, throwing another one into the mix could be disastrous. She loved her husband, but sometimes her best time was spent alone with Deanna and Samantha, baking or playing outside or watching a movie. John loved his kids, she knew that. He’d love this one just as much. It was just … marriage was hard. Living a normal life was hard, knowing what was out there. Sometimes it felt like living a lie. Some nights she lay awake, wondering what John would say if she told him about her past - her real past. Everything that happened with her parents, and demons, and ghosts, and vampires, and everything evil that went bump in the night. She’d gotten away from all that, though. There was never any need to tell him, and there never would be. Mary massaged her belly, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer before she’d have to tell him. They would make it work. Despite everything, they always made it work. She closed her eyes, hoping John would come to bed soon. ************* John woke to the sound of his wife screaming. His mind cloudy with sleep, he stomped up the stairs, surging into the source of the screams, Sammy’s room. The only thing he found was his daughter, awake and in her crib. Must’ve been a nightmare, he told himself, looking down at his daughter. “Hey, Sammy,” he whispered, slightly lowering the crib railing to pull her out. “You okay?” She made baby noises in response, which brought a small smile to his face. John went to pick her up, but stopped when he noticed a red drop on her bedding. He reached forward to touch the drop, and three more fell on his hand. Red. Red like … He looked up, and his world ended. Mary was above him, on the roof, and her stomach was bleeding. “No! Mary!” She tried to speak, but nothing came out. The blood on her stomach spread, and then she was alight. Flames spread out from her body, stretching across the ceiling. The flames consumed her, killing her. Taking her from him. Beside him, Samantha was crying, and that was the only thing that made him move. He pushed himself up off the ground, not really knowing when he’d fallen down there. Grabbing Sammy up in his arms, he charged out of the nursery. “Daddy!” Deanna gasped, the screaming having woken her as well. John took the bundle of baby in his arms and carefully gave her to Deanna. “Take your sister outside, as fast as you can!” he ordered. “Don’t look back. Now, Dee! Go!” Deanna could see the orange light coming from Sammy’s nursery, but did as she was told. She took the stairs as fast as she safely could, clutching her baby sister to her chest. “It’s gonna be okay, Sammy. It’s gonna be okay,” she assured her, leaping off the last step and running of the door. She had to set Sammy down to unlock and open the door, and then they were outside, running onto the front lawn. Deanna stopped for a moment, looking up at the nursery window. “It’s okay, Sammy,” she told her sister, watching the orange glow in the room. She’d heard her father shouting Mommy’s name, and hoped they were both okay. Suddenly, John was there, scooping them both up in his arms and running across the lawn, away from the house. A loud crash came from the house, and Deanna looked back to see the shattered windows of her sister’s nursery, flames pouring out. She couldn’t see her Mommy. They ran to John’s car … well, John ran, Deanna held onto her sister and tried not to think about why her mom wasn’t outside with them. Soon the fire trucks and ambulances came, and the street was noisy and chaotic. Hoses were blasting water at the house, paramedics were checking them for smoke inhalation, friends and neighbors were standing on their doorsteps watching the scene before them with shock and pity. Deanna knew nothing of what happened. She just leaned against her dad, sniffling in the cool night air, wanting her mom to come out of the house, wrap her in arms, and tell her she was okay because angels were watching over them. That never happened.

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Paranormal: Pilot, Chapter 1

Lawrence, Kansas

22 Years Ago…

The air was still in Lawrence that night. Complaints of dogs barking, howling at nothing, flooded Animal Control early in the evening. As night descended, they fell silent, shrinking into the shadows with their bellies to the ground. More than one owner spent that night in the basement, convinced their pet had sensed an imminent disaster—a tornado or earthquake.

They were right, of course, but the disaster wasn’t a natural one. On this still night in Lawrence Kansas a real, evil disaster was about to touch down.

The house was like any other in the neighborhood, like any other in the country really. All it was missing to be the perfect home was a white picket fence. It hadn’t changed much since the family moved in, when they were expecting their first child, but John and Mary Winchester liked it just the way it was. John had suggested putting up a picket fence in their early years in the house, but Mary thought it would be too cheesy. So it stayed the same, only changing after their daughter, Deanna, turned four. She doesn’t remember this, not after what happened, but Deanna threw a fit when she had to move out of the nursery. She screamed and cried when found out, and for weeks afterwards she would pout at her father from the doorway as he repainted the room. Finally, as John was assembling the wooden crib and glanced over at Deanna in her frilly yellow sundress, he smiled and held out his arm.

“Hey princess,” he said softly. “Come here, I wanna show you something.” John spent the rest of the day building the crib with Deanna . This part she remembers, the hard plastic of the screwdriver and the pain of smashing her thumb with the hammer. John kissed and stuck a band-aid on it, even though she didn’t need it. She hasn’t told anyone, but it’s one of her favorite memories. She didn’t mind moving out of the nursery after that. She liked her new view of the front lawn and the large, twisty tree that was barely visible from her room.

In fact, that tree was the only real warning the neighbors would have that night. Branches creaked, flinching towards the trunk, reacting to some nonexistent breeze blowing past.

Mary pulled the oversized nightdress over Deanna’s head and smoothed down the lacey collar. Picking Deanna up, she smiled as she snuggled closer as they went down the hall. “Come on sweetheart, let’s say goodnight to your sister.”

Deanna ran up to the crib that she’d ‘helped’ John make, bending over so far she almost tipped over as she kissed her sister’s head. “Goodnight Sammy!”

Mary leaned over the two of them, stroking Sam’s arm while simultaneously untangling Deanna’s long hair from Sam’s fingers. She kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Goodnight Love.” Her voice was gentle as any lullaby.

“Hey Deanna.”

“Daddy!” Deanna leaped into John’s arms, breathing in the faint traces of metal and engine oil that seemed to stick to John no matter what he did.

“Hey princess, what’ya think, is Sammy big enough to throw a football around yet?”

Deanna was shaking her head before he finished. “No!” She said, as if it were obvious.

“Nah!” John echoed, with a goofy tilt of his head. He knew it was obvious. He loved teasing Deanna, and Mary knew it. She caressed his arm as she passed.

“You got her?”

John smiled, hugging Deanna closer. “Yeah, I got her.” Deanna put her little arms around his neck, already falling asleep on his shoulder. “Sweet dreams Sam.”

The mobile above Sam’s crib began its peaceful cycle, soft, gentle music playing as Sam played with her feet instead of falling asleep. The clock on the nursery wall stopped. Neither Mary or John and turned the mobile on.

The lights flickered.

There was a high keening sound on the baby monitor, so soft that it was lost in the static and  Sam’s fussing. Mary rubbed the sleep from her eyes and fumbled for the light switch. “John?” She peered over her shoulder. Through barely opened eyes, she could see the empty space where her husband should have been.

The floor was unusually cold against her bare feet. Mary didn’t bother turning any more lights on, in case John had already soothed Sam. She crossed the dim hallway to the nursery. “John? Is she hungry?”

The dark silhouette standing over the crib simply raised a finger to its lips. “Shh…”

Mary would have rolled her eyes if she weren’t so tired. “Okay.” She turned back to her bedroom, fully intending to go straight back to sleep. It was the flickering hall light that stopped her. John had changed the bulb earlier that week, there was no reason for it to already be burning out. She experimentally tapped it a few times and the flickering stopped. “Huh.” Satisfied, Mary was turning back again when a sudden, faint noise came from downstairs. She cocked her head in confusion. Had John forgotten to turn the TV off again?

The muted moonlight caught her loose nightgown as she padded down the steps. It shone through the outer layer and rippled along the walls. Mary’s hand slid down the bone white bannister. The light from the TV turned the living room an eerie blue. John had forgotten to turn the TV off. He was also asleep in front of it.

Mary’s heart plummeted to her stomach. “Oh my God,” She sprinted back up the stairs, clinging to the bannister to keep from falling over. “Sammy? Sammy!” She cried, bursting back into the nursery.

The TV was still on, John snoring peacefully in front of it when he was forcibly yanked into consciousness by a bone-chilling shriek from upstairs. “Mary?” He called, panicking when she didn’t answer. He called her name over and over, all thought of sleep gone as he took the stairs two at a time.

He threw the nursery door open. All was as it should be. Sammy was smiling up at him, and past him, as babies sometimes do. John laughed at himself, convinced that he must have imagined Mary scream. Everything was fine. “Hey Sammy,” He lowered the crib railing, smiling at his daughter. “you okay? It’s okay.” Sam smiled back, still playing with her toes.

Something dark dripped onto the blanket, right next to Sam’s head. John’s smile slowly faded as he slowly reached for it. He hardly dared touch it. Three more drops hit his hand. He knew what it was, even without it dully shining red. John turned, bringing his hand up to the light. A small movement caught his eye and he looked up.

Mary was on the ceiling, a large red stripe of blood dripping from her nightgown. She was gasping for air, face pale and eyes sunken and sick. John recoiled in horror, his legs giving out underneath him. “Mary!” Dark flames, more ash than fire, erupted around her. Staccato growling echoed around the room. John couldn’t see where they came from. The flames devoured the ceiling. They bubbled and writhed and engulfed her. “No! Mary!”

Sam’s cries launched John from his horror. Gathering Sammy in her blanket and shielding her with his back, John rushed from the room.

Deanna stood in the hallway, the firelight casting orange shadows across her face. “Daddy!” She clutched her blanket under her chin, terror shining in her eyes.

John thrust Sam into her sister’s arms. Deanna’s own blanket slipped under Sam’s. “Take your sister outside as fast as you can.” Deanna was on the verge of panic and John unconsciously slipped back into his marine mindset. “Now Deanna, go!”

He didn’t stop to watch them go, desperately fighting the flames to get back to Mary.

Deanna could hear the growls behind her, almost musical in the way they rose and fell. She was barely able to open the door with Sam in her arms, stumbling down the front steps and out onto the  lawn. She clutched her sister tightly, rocking her slightly. “It’s okay Sammy.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the burning windows.

John flew out the front door, sweeping Deanna and Sam into his arms and sprinting out into the street as the windows blew out behind them. The flames twisted out, trying to find more to burn. Finding nothing, they faded back into the house.  

John sat on the hood of his car, Sam in his arms. Deanna sat beside him. She stared numbly at the burning house. The stench of smoke clung to John’s clothes. Her nightgown had ripped as she ran outside, the cold seeping deep into her bones. The blare of fire trucks slowly tuned out as she focused on her father breathing. His breaths ripped ragged from his chest. He kept whispering, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” As if repeating it enough times would make it so. He stared at the burning wreckage of their lives with hollow eyes.

The fire didn’t go out easy. Their neighbors lined the street as firemen raced to put out the flames. A police officer briefly tried to speak to John, but John could hardly speak. They were left alone then, expect for the fireman that came by and wrapped a blanket around John and Deanna. He tucked it underneath Sam and smoothed it down. Then he left. It wasn’t much, but Deanna felt safer with it around her. It formed a small shell for her and she slowly drifted off to sleep as the sun peaked over the horizon.

It was a new day for the Winchester family.

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Below the cut there are two crackship gifs of Dianna Agron, Mia Hays and Jamie Dornan. None of the gifs are mine, so all the credit goes to their original owners. Please like or reblog if you found this helpful!

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[dontletthisheartgo]

“Fuck school”, I say as I do all my homework and aim for A’s

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El día de hoy les hablaré un poco sobre de la planeación, sus principios y postulados. Creo que es una de las cosas más importantes para tomar en cuenta al momento de estudiar, sin ellos no podríamos organizar nuestra vida en lo absoluto, así sea para estudiar, leer un buen libro o simplemente salir con nuestros amigos al cinema. Pero... ¿Qué es la planeación? 

Según definicion.de la planeacion es: La planeación o planeamiento es un accionar que está vinculado a planear. Este verbo, por su parte, consiste en elaborar un plan. 

A través de la planeación, una persona u organización se fija alguna meta y estipula qué pasos debería seguir para llegar hasta ella. En este proceso, que puede tener una duración variable dependiendo del caso, se consideran diversas cuestiones, como ser los recursos con los que se cuenta y la influencia de situaciones externas. 

Fuente: http://definicion.de/planeacion/ (12/01/2016) 

En síntesis, la planeación sirven para anticiparnos al futuro y minimizar los riesgos y/o recursos. Puede ser de dos maneras: 

✨  Ｃｕａｎｔｉｔａｔｉｖａ : Usan métodos matemáticos. El más usado es el análisis F.O.D.A.

✨  Ｃｕａｌｉｔａｔｉｖａ: Se aplican al criterio o a la experiencia. El más usado es la gráfica de Gantt.

Para desarrollar adecuadamente la planeación es necesario llevar acabo una serie de etapas o principios que son conocidas también como elementos fundamentales de la planeación y son los siguientes: 

✨ Ｆａｃｔｉｂｉｌｉｄａｄ✨ Los planes deben de ser posibles, es inoperable elaborar planes demasiado ambiciosos u optimistas. Deben de adaptarse a la realidad y condiciones objetivas. Debemos de tener los pies sobre de la tierra, soñar es genial pero no podemos estar todo el día fantaseando en nuestra vida ideal y no nos ponemos a trabajar por ello. 

✨ Ｏｂｊｅｔｉｖｉｄａｄ✨ Necesidad de utilizar datos objetivos tales como estadísticos al elaborar planes para reducir al mínimo los riesgos. Como mencione arriba, sino somos objetivos en verdad podemos perder el camino hacia el éxito de nuestros planes. 

✨ Ｆｌｅｘｉｂｉｌｉｄａｄ✨ Considerar margenes de holgura que consideren los imprevistos y proporcionen nuevos cursos de acción en todos los planes. Debemos de percatarnos que siempre hay imprevistos ya que no podemos controlar todo, debemos de hacer un espacio para todo ese tipo de cosas, muchas veces la enfermedad, familia, examen sorpresa nos puede impedir cumplir algo pero no hay que alterarnos, siempre podemos hacerlo otro día pero con el doble de ganas.  

✨ Ｃｕａｎｔｉｆｉｃａｃｉóｎ✨ Deben de explicitarse en términos numéricos y cifras exactas. Establecer objetivos, convertir los planes en un conjunto de buenas intenciones. 

✨ Ｕｎｉｄａｄ✨ Los planes tácticos y operativos deben subordinarse al plan estratégico; se debe de ser consciente en cuanto su enfoque y armónicos en cuanto la interrelación. Nuestros pasos deben de basarse a nuestras metas, debemos de darle continuidad y saber que hacemos esto para que de verdad nos ayude a realizar nuestras metas y que no sea un sólo “me hubiera gustado”, “pude haber hecho.”

✨ Ｃａｍｂｉｏ Ｄｅ Ｅｓｔｒａｔｅｇｉａ✨ Considerar planes alternativos para una escenario optimista, realista y pesimista. Siempre se debe de considerar distintos escenarios y estrategias. Comúnmente esto se le conoce como plan A, B y C. Siempre debemos de ver que debemos de hacer para poder encontrar el camino a nuestro sueño, como dice arriba, debemos de considerar varios escenarios. Sinos enfermamos, si se cancela el proyecto, si piden más para ese trabajo, si reprobamos o mejor, exentamos la materia. Sino podemos entrar por la puerta, seguro hay una ventana abierta. 

Como podemos ver, son seis pasos los que se sugiere seguir, y aunque no sea en orden de cualquier manera podemos usarlos en nuestra vida diaria, son pequeños tips que puede ayudaros a organizarnos academicamente o simplemente en nuestra vida cotidiana. 

Espero que hayan disfrutado mi primer post de texto, el segundo de contenido original. Si hay alguna cosa que quieran decirse, así sea una felicitación o recomendación mi bandeja de entrada siempre esta abierta a todo mi studyblr squad. 

                                    ✨ Mucho amor, Andrea. ✨

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Reblog if you're thankful for the Studyblr community

I’m so thankful for all of these people who are willing to help each other out, motivating each other on their worst day, and just being there to listen when things aren’t going how you want them to. I’m so glad I joined this community and want to genuinely thank each and every one of you! Just keep doing what you’re doing (:

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a sign for myself and anyone else who needs it

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Hᴇʟʟᴏ Mʏ Mᴜses!

Is there any studyblr pages in Facebook? I like to follow some studypo in my facebook dash. 

¿Hay páginas de Facebook así tipo studyblr?

 :h Me gustaria seguir paginas de studypo en mi cuenta. 

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new studyblr!

Hello, I’m Sky ^^ I’m 17 years old and a full-time dual enrollment student. I’m also an artist and plan to study animation at uni this fall. I finally decided to start my own studyblr for the new year after following so many amazing blogs. Please welcome me~ (/^▽^)/

Also, if you’re a studyblr or similar blog, please like/reblog this so I can follow you back! Feel free to stop by and chat as well. I’d love to get to know you all, let’s have fun~

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The stars look very different today…

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Siempre recuerda que:

Tu salud es más importante que la escuela. Beber bastante agua No importa en absoluto si reprueba un examen, lo importante es que el próximo sea mejor. Quedarse en casa si no se siente bien mentalmente. Desayune Está bien compartir en los resecos. Muévase. Estudie hasta aprender. Intente mejorar cada día.

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Mi amiga dice que estudio demasiado últimamente. La he subrayado con amarillo porque creo que lo que me ha dicho es importante.

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BFNDNBXNXNX

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Studyblr Database

Posting once more for those who have not seen it. This blog was made to organize all studyblrs for people to easily find others who study the same subjects or have the same majors in university.

If you would like to join, simply message me with your studyblr url and your field(s) of study. You will be added to the list we have for now, but future lists will also be added to sort blogs by language and country.

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Please reblog and spread the word :)

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30 Day Studyblr Challenge

Hello everyone! So in my time here I haven’t really come across a studyblr challenge other than the great “100 days of productivity” meme which I know is really helping a lot of people! I know there are probably some out there but I decided to contribute too!

However, I know some people struggle with what to post and when, and 100 days is a huge commitment! So I designed this short(er) “30 Day Studyblr Challenge” that anybody can participate in if they want to! The 30 days don’t have to be consecutive because I understand that people are busy and can’t always find time in the day to come on tumblr! So I invite you to take part in this little activity, and please feel free to tag me in your challenge uploads - If I see that I’ve been tagged I’ll check the post out.

Here are your challenge questions: Day 1: A photo of your supplies Day 2: A photo of your study space Day 3: Your favourite motivational quote Day 4: A photo of your most recent work Day 5: A photo of your favourite book Day 6: A photo showing how you relax Day 7: The best advice anyone’s ever given you Day 8: A photo of your to-do list Day 9: A photo of your desk in use Day 10: Who is your favourite teacher/professor and why? Day 11: A photoset detailing your routine for the day Day 12: A photo of your favourite study snack Day 13: A photo of your textbooks Day 14: Send your favourite studyblr(s) an uplifting message! Day 15: A photo of your handwriting Day 16: What music do you like to listen to whilst studying? If you don’t listen to music while you work, what do you do? Day 17: Find a new/different study spot to your usual one and snap a photo! Day 18: A photo of your favourite pen(s) to use Day 19: A photo of your study space featuring a glass of water. (It’s super important to stay hydrated while you study!) Day 20: Talk about your favourite fictional character Day 21: A photo of your diary/planner/journal Day 22: A photo of your dream school/university Day 23: A photo of your favourite character from TV (Because it’s important to relax sometimes too) Day 24: Write the sentence “I can do anything as long as I put my mind to it.” in all of the languages that you speak and take a photo. Tell yourself that every day! Day 25: A photo of the work/notes you’re most proud of Day 26: Try out mind-mapping and photograph the end result Day 27: Try out a printable and take a photo of it in use Day 28: Try going for a walk before you start studying today. Take a photo of something interesting you see while you’re out. Day 29: Describe your study technique. Is it different for different subjects? Day 30: You made it! Reward yourself by doing one of your favourite things to do and snap a photo!

Please don’t forget to tag me in your posts, and/or tag them with #studyblrchallengehayley so that I can make sure I see them!

Have fun :* xo

Hayley

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I may or may not do this (I’m on holiday break) 😢

[studyingforuni]

Hmm i should do this! I know i should post more original work and this would give me things to post.

[studious-annabeth]

I NEED TO START POSTING HAHA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 30 DAY CHALLENGE XX

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gonna try this!! :-)

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My first challenge of the year. * (:

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Please spread!

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Please reblog this or like this so I can follow more studyblrs, langblrs, fitblrs, or just other blogs in general! I want to get to know others!

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FOCUSING ON A LONG TERM GOAL!

hi! as requested by several people (a long time ago, sorry this is super late), i’m making a how-to on focusing on a goal that is rather daunting/large/intimidating! now, don’t fear, for this will help you reach that goal very easily!

step one: this should be fairly simple, but sometimes i have trouble with this step. so, what you’re going to have to do is set the goal itself. if you have a goal already, then that’s great! write it down, or stick it at the back of your head, and visualize it. ask yourself: why do i want to reach this goal? how can i reach it? the answers to these two questions will be very crucial for focusing on the goal! for this illustration, i’m going to use ‘become a lifelong learner’ as my goal.

step two: think about your goal, and the answers to the two questions above (how and why). using your answers, you’re going to write down, or think of, or jot down (whichever floats your boat!) some smaller goals that will help you achieve the large goal. for instance, for my goal, i’ll probably do ‘read more books’, ‘learn to appreciate art better’, ‘discover new learning methods’ and ‘become more open-minded’ for my smaller, more specific goals! note that they’re all inter-related and will contribute to me stepping closer to the final goal!

step three: if you’re making a mind-map (i like to mind-map my goals, hehe) you’re going to need to further analyze your smaller goals! now, ask yourself: how can i achieve these smaller goals? what can i do (whether daily, weekly or in the long run) that will help me get closer to these specific goals? for my example, i’ll say that i’m going to try and read five books every month, and write a reflection after i finish each one under the goal ‘read more books’. in this portion it helps to write something that is attainable and extremely specific.

step four: follow these specific guidelines as much as possible, and soon enough you’ll find yourself to be closer to that big, big goal, since you’ve broken it down so much. you won’t realize it, but every small little sub-goal, every small task you make, will contribute to getting you to your goal! have fun, and remember, nothing should take precedence over your mental and physical health :]

and that’s it from me ! remember, you are great and worthy and important, no matter what.