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Event Planning and Motivation

ADHD and Motivation: Birthday Edition Posted by: Astan23 Category: Schedule Events Date: December 11, 2024 Comments: 0 Comments I love sporadic baking.  Apparently, I also love running out of steam half-way through.  How many times have you had the whole day to bake, only to find you no longer have the energy or desire to decorate the cake?  The truth is, the focus necessary for measuring ingredients, the time between spent waiting, and then the sugar rush all eat up the grand inspirational pizzazz you had when you started. Now to mention, the standing, the light, and the playlists all start to wear you down and mess with your vision.   In this birthday-themed blog post, I will share my style: The Preparation Method , which addresses event preparation, energy disbursement, and rejection sensitivity, in regard to baking a birthday cake. Why is Mercury in Retrograde?      My birthday is on Monday, and that's when I'm celebrating with my parents, bu...
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Study Tips for A & P

My Anatomy & Physiology (A&P) Final is Monday (2 days away!) Personal Set Up My course required Anatomy & Physiology The Unity of Form and Function Saladin's 9th Edition. My school uses Canvas as the platform for lecture slides, quizzes, and assessments.  I teetered between an B+ and an A. Right now I have a 90.37% (but let's see how finals go) An A is possible for a lot of students if they study effectively I feel if I had created flashcards for on the chapter assignments per chapter I would have given myself something to study instead of cramming for each LAB quiz.  Writing the Lab Quiz Grade I want on my whiteboard helped me have a goal. Then, if I did not achieve my goal, I would not beat myself up about it.  My academic skills tutor suggested drawing the (Coccyx) and labeling its parts without the book - this would have saved me for the skeleton bony landmarks! Here are my takeaways for studying/reviewing A & P for the first semester as a freshman...

WHITE by James Ijames Review -Damn Skippy!

- Damn Skippy! Taste-Test WHITE by James Ijames [iams] is a playtext that explores race in modern America. As said in notes, "The play should feel like a sitcom until it's not" (Ijames, WHITE  5). "Genius is personal, decided by fate, but it expresses itself by means of system. There is no work of art without the system." - Le Corbusier Characters GUS- white, gay male artist in his 30s VANESSA - Black improv actor in her 30s; also plays DIANA ROSS "The Vision" and BALKONAÉ TOWNSEND "The Art" JANE- white woman, curator at the Parnell, in her 30s. TANNER- English Teacher and GUS's Asian boyfriend in his late 20s/ early 30s.  Location As per the playwright's instructions, productions work best when directors and actors do not place each setting or location. In class, I learned this might be to create a broader awareness that lack of diversity and racial tokens occur everywhere, that metropolises, suburbs, and small towns will not get the...

What a Weird Society//Fairly Ever After

The bell would not ring fast enough. Looking out the window, my hand always finding the perfect spot to rest on my chin, I sat there and willed time to go faster. Once the bell finally rang, I made my way to the garden on the far side of the property. After mere seconds of pondering a single daisy, I flew up to see the big clock. It was 2:30 and considerably past time, so from the stone courtyard to the school, I flew fast to get back to my lessons, skidding when I got too close to the ground. Oh no. The entry gate was locked. In desperation, I banged on the 32 ground level and some 2nd floor windows. No one heard me. Alas, there must have been noise reducing enchantments placed on the classrooms now that school was back in session.  With the afternoon left to me, I wandered off. Nervous at first, then free. I had always wondered what it would be like to break the veil of the fairy realm and often faced repremeants because of it. I still remember when I was so eager to produce natu...

Diary-Bread

After I got home tired from my carpentry job, I took my beautiful fiance into my arms. How can I be this lucky, I thought to myself as Jacq took the meatloaf out of the oven. I couldn’t contain myself to just stirring the green beans. It made me happy that even after 3 years, it still made Jacq squeal “Mason!” when I scooped him up in one big motion. Soon thereafter, I shut our bedroom door. The final checks had to be done, so I headed to where Jacq and I’s wedding ceremony and reception was going to take place. Being a set designer, I couldn’t stay away from the action. I knew everyone would be there already working. I quietly slipped on his jeans to get ready for the day. I headed towards the door with a half-eaten sesame bagel in my mouth, but it was just too much of a temptation with the bedroom still half often. Okay, just a peek, I convinced myself as I deteried from my predisposed route.  I turned the corner to see sunlight streaming in across his tousled hair. It brought a ...

Dolla-Dolla Bills, Baby

The Exotic dancer pulled the dollar bills from her g-string and said, “Looks like we’re eating steak tonight, baby.” “No thank you,” said the vampire, Kipper. “I believe I’ll be eating you tonight, baby.” And so Kipper, having illegally seduced the Exotic dancer, pulled her from her pole and fed off of the bite in her neck. He had given her the bite while she was giving lap dances in the crowd. Bills for a bite, he had thought, stuffing them in. Kipper left her body in the back alley of the DeJaVu. “Where next?” he mused. But it didn’t end there. Though he couldn’t hear it from miles away, Mary whimpered.  Where was she, were Mary’s waking thoughts. She looked around, consciousness returning. The last thing she remembered were the lights fading out. Strange fellow, into biting. I’ll remember him. Mary rarely entertained guests from shows, keep business and play separate, but there was something different about this customer, and friend. But there wasn’t anything different becau...

The Bus Ride Home

The blue sky and now familiar town flies by. It’s taken months to become accustomed to the way the brick buildings conform to the naturally bland environment surrounding them. My own little slice of the aspired Quad Cities. It’s surprising how Bettendorf has become normal to me compared to how everything was big, scary, and complex just months ago. I remember when I thought I’d always be afraid of getting lost, and now, I could drive absentmindedly by, if I had my license that is. I don’t. I have no intention of getting it soon. I’ve always been happy taking the school bus that ships me everywhere without complaint. I feel tense in my seat, squirming this way and that; it’s an equal amount of teenagers’ idle chatter and the boy who hasn’t talked to me, the boy sitting miles away. He doesn’t ask what’s going on in my wonderwall mind. He’s quiet today, trying to catch a nap, not painfully aware like I am.  Matthew is the closest friendship that I’ve developed at my new school so far....