#(devry)

[unladyboss]

SO IT WAS SAND? DON'T KNOCK DEVRY. SEASON 4 THE BEAR

In school you learn how to make snow with kinetic sand, so you can play and decorate

They must have used up so much detergent and cornstarch to mix in

But it turned out great

If Richie learned all that at DEVRY (when he didn't even finish the courses)

Then that's cute

[derekpadron]

I had a Dream and I have a Prediction (my Birthday is on August 28th...) that Oprah Winfrey is Building Oprah University Campuses All Across the United States Similar to University of Phoenix and Oprah Winfrey Theme Parks! When Do I Move In!???!!! 🧚🏻‍♂️🌳🧘🏻‍♂️🌳🌎🌤️🪐✨Is Oprah Winfrey Purchasing Devry and Keiser Universities for her Oprah University Empire to have HUNDREDS of Locations throughout Major Cities and in Almost Every County Across the United States to Then Run as USA President?!!!... 🌳🧘🏻‍♂️🌳🧘🏻‍♀️🌳🧘🏻🌳🧘🏿‍♂️🌳🧘🏽‍♂️🌳🧘🏾‍♀️🌳🧘‍♀️🌳🧘🏼‍♂️🌳🧘‍♂️🌳🧘🏼‍♀️🌳🍟🍟🍟💵💵💵💰💰💰🌏🌎🪐✨

[vintagepromotions]

Advertisement for DeVry Moving Picture Cameras and Projecters (1929).

[kathrynalicemc]

Devry + Hands + Yellow

Happy Valentine’s Day! Devry won my fav oc ship poll so here’s a quick aesthetic @thatravenpuffwitch

[phoenixresistance]

Phoenix Resistance - Book 2 Chapter 5

A/N: First half of this chapter is by me, and the second half is written by the lovely @thatravenpuffwitch, mother of Henry 💕 A co-op chapter for the cutest ship for Vday! (Little late)

Lone Star Tavern, Whitechapel, London - February 14th, 1998, 5:23 PM

With a heavy sigh, Devon slumped backwards into her chair. She removed her glasses and rubbed her face, a headache starting to form. It had been two weeks since their failed raid on the potion shop. Someone among the Phoenix Resistance tipped off the Death Eaters, causing the shop to be empty and cleaned out, save for a certain Death Eater.

Eme Amaranthine, the white haired man they fought, is the twin brother of Eleanor. Devon was aware of his existence at the same time she learned of Eleanor’s. On top of that, Eleanor and her brother are immortal, both having lived since the 16th century. It was a secret she kept close, only Kaari, Henry, and Lou knew about it, besides herself.

She knew it was risky to release Eleanor, as it was likely Eme would be released to hunt her down. She had believed the risk to be worth it. However, after seeing what he could do, she had to admit she was terrified.

Everyone was on edge, knowing a traitor was among them. Devon had to find them, and fast. So far, she had no leads to show for her countless hours of sleep deprivation.

“Darling?” Devon smiled as the familiar thoughts of Henry entered her mind.

She opened her eyes to see a plate of steaming food, a basket of pastries, and a vase of flowers placed upon her desk.

“What’s this for?” Devon signed with a bemused smile.

“You don’t know what day it is, do you?” Henry replied with a small frown as he took in the state of her wellbeing.

“Of course I do, I print a newspaper every day. It’s the 14th,” she signed back confidently.

A few seconds passed as they stared at each other before Devon’s eyebrows suddenly shot up.

“VALENTINE’S DAY! Oh Merlin, I totally forgot,” her hands waved in the air in a flustered panic.

“I’m so sorry, dear. I don’t have anything-“ her hands were stopped mid sentence as Henry approached. His warm hands took hers and then he drew her to his chest.

“Don’t worry about it, darling. You’re all I need today,” the words barely a whisper in Devon’s mind as Henry’s lips brushed against her neck.

“However, I do have something for you, but you’ll have to stop working and come with me, so eat up. Also, you will need your coat,” he said as he withdrew and walked towards the door.

Devon brought her hands up to protest but was cut off.

“And I won’t take “no” as an answer,” he smiled, leaving the room.

Paris, France - February 14th, 1998, 6:09 PM

The water of the Seine River rippled and danced with the vibrant reds and yellows of the sunset as the two of them strolled along the waterfront, hand in hand.

As they passed the Eiffel Tower, Henry grinned and pulled her towards it until they were standing directly below it. They danced in the grass under the sunlit tower without music until the light faded. For a moment, neither of them could remember the blood and fire. It was just the two of them, arms and hands entwined, dancing under the starry sky.

After giving Devon a twirl to their imaginary music, Henry guided her towards a nearby bench. Once they were seated, he pulled a small box decorated with a red ribbon from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

“I told you that I didn’t get you anything,” she said wordlessly, brows furrowed.

“And you didn’t need to get me anything, Dev,” Henry assured her. “It’s a gift, not a trade. Go ahead, open it.”

A small smile quirked at the corners of Devon’s lips as she unraveled the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was a gold locket in the shape of a rose, attached to a delicate gold chain.

Henry watched her curiously as she turned it over in her hand a few times, admiring the details. “Do you like it?”

Devon grinned at him. “I love it,” she thought, then opened the locket, but there was nothing inside.

Noticing her confusion at the empty locket, Henry chuckled. “I didn’t wanna be presumptuous by sticking my ugly mug in there. I thought I’d leave it up to you.”

Devon took his hand and snuggled into his shoulder. “I’m putting you in this locket. Thank you, Henry. I love it.”

Henry held Devon close as the white and yellow lights of the Eiffel Tower twinkled around them. He could have stayed there all night, but he still had one more surprise in store.

They walked further down the Seine until they reached the Musée d'Orsay. Its white limestone exterior was illuminated by a series of decorative lanterns and orange light that glowed from the arched windows. Henry lead the way towards a short line of Parisians queued up outside the entrance.

“The museum is still open?” Devon released Henry’s hand to sign.

“Yep. For a special Valentine Event.” Henry pulled two tickets from his pocket and grinned.

“No day-time crowds. Plus they’ll be serving cocktails.”

Once inside, they checked their coats and got drinks from the pop-up bar. A glass of chardonnay for Devon and an old fashioned for Henry.

“What should we see first?” Henry signed, his thoughts simultaneously entering Devon’s mind.

She pulled her camera from her bag and took a photo of Henry, who was carefully inspecting the map he’d grabbed on their way in. “How about we start with the photography collection?” She smirked.

They wandered the museum arm in arm, sipping their drinks and admiring the photography display. Every once in a while Devon would pause at a photograph she found particularly interesting as Henry listened intently to her commentary. She tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brow as she spoke, a face which Henry thought was quite possibly the cutest thing in the world.

After another hour of exploring, they reached the Van Gogh exhibit, when one painting, in particular, caught Henry’s eye.

“This one reminds me of tonight,” he stated. The painting of deep blues and glowing yellow depicted a beautiful starlit night and the reflections of gas lights on a shimmering river.

Devon stepped closer to read the painting's label. “Starry Night Over the Rhône,” she thought to Henry.

Henry looked at the painting with a funny expression, his arm slung casually over Devon’s shoulders. “I always thought Starry Night was the one with all the swirly stars.”

“No, you’re right. But this is a different starry night.”

“Well, that could be confusing to a lot of people.”

At the audible sound of Devon’s soft giggles, Henry turned slightly so he was facing her. When she looked at him, he could see the purplish bags that had begun forming under her eyes. He could see how tired she was. What this war had done to her. But her brown eyes sparkled just as brightly as they always had, and it took his breath away.

He brushed a lock of hair over Devon’s shoulder then cupped her face in his hands. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Dev.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, and they kissed under the starry night.

[misforgotten2]

DeVry University, I wonder if they still give out degrees in TV repair?

Mechanix Illustrated   March 1953

[isomorphismes]

Knowledge, careers, and culture are and always have been the objectives of American higher education. … Wharton pioneered making business a learned profession, but conspicuously had no imitators before 1900. What altered business education after that date was the rise of accountancy as a necessary tool of managing large corporations. Here was a paper skill, in short supply, that was needed for career advancement. As states created licensing examinations for certified public accountants (1896–1923), aspirants filled the evening commerce classrooms of urban universities like NYU, Northeastern, YMCA schools, and Wayne. Other initiatives to create semiprofessional schools were not so fortunate. Automobile schools sponsored by the YMCA proved ephemeral, and more business-related specialties like insurance, sales, or advertising failed as separate schools.

Roger L. Geiger, The History of American Higher Education 1636–1940

p ix and p 445 (chapter 10 – Mass Higher Eucation, 1915–1940)

(slightly reworded by me)

[spencerschamps]

Kayne, The Shadow Reaper

This mobility warrior dominates jungle camp, but what will he become next? Two paths and one goal.