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1) Wee! Participation banner!


2) Lord, this month is ridiculously busy! I've had meets every weekend, general school craziness, AND planning a trip to California for Stanford's Admit Weekend (my first time seeing the campus)--which feels insane in and of itself.  My mom and I were looking at flights the other day and we both had to stop for a moment and be like, "We're scheduling a flight to San Jose right now. DUDE." 

College-related ramblings, in which lastnightblues has very little clue what to do. )
*ahem*

3) Anyway. Reaper fic!

Title: Going Once, Going Twice
Fandom: Reaper
Pairing: Sam/The Devil
Rating: NC-17

Summary: “He’s pretty sure that all he did was accept a drink from some woman at the bar before the world went all turvy-topsy and he ended up dressed in this skirt-toga-thing and sitting in what would graciously be called a velvet-lined cage.”
Notes/Warnings: Written for round ten of [info]rounds_of_kink, with the prompts of aphrodisiacs and slave auction. I was late getting it written (thanks, Calculus gods) but it was so much fun.

 

Any second now, Sam's going to get up. Any second now, he's going to get up, he's going to find something to cover his business, and he's going to punch that auctioneer-guy-demon...thing in the mouth. )
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I'm having worries. So I go to Catholic school, and outside abstaining from uber-Catholic activities and not lying about my own beliefs when asked directly, I haven't rocked the boat much in these past three and a half years.

But. But now I'm a senior, and I'm president (former chief editor) of the school newspaper, and I already got into Stanford with a pretty generous financial aid package (ie., I'm not worried about getting scholarships from my high school). So I have this ability to speak, and I want to speak now. One of the biggest--and most administration-approved--movements at school is the Crusaders for Life, the pro-life group. If you're wondering what the pro-choice group is, believe me:  there's no option for one. The majority of my best friends are in this group and have even gone on the March for Life held every January in D.C.

I'm pro-choice. Strongly so. I don't get into it with my friends; we tacitly let that lie. But this opportunity has arisen for me to write an opinion article on the subject, and... I want to take it. So I wrote an op-ed entitled "A Culture of Life:  How a Pro-Life Movement Can Work With a Pro-Choice President." I wouldn't call it a pro-choice article; all I say in it is what I believe, which is that the pro-life movement going about stopping abortions the wrong way, and what I think the right directions would be.

I've prepared myself for the backlash:  from friends and mostly from faculty. I've prepared myself to lose respect from some people if it means that I can sleep at night knowing that I spoke when I felt I had to. But I'm still worried. Mostly because, even though I expect it, I hate to lose my teachers' respect--mainly, however, I'm worried that my journalism club advisor will face retribution. I don't want to jeopardize his job at all.

So. I don't know if I'm writing about this to garner opinions from my flist or just to set my mind at peace, but here it is. My plan at present is to send off the article and talk to highest administrator, whom I respect as a very fair man and who actually helped me get the newspaper started three years ago. Here goes nothing, y'all.
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1) Participation banner! Wee!

2) Is Catholic school anything other than an exercise in self-ordained masochism? *is pondering* Because my fellows and I seem to find strange satisfaction in the pain we've managed to inflict upon ourselves with this year's schedule, among many other examples. Usually we say this as a joke, but I've begun to wonder. Maybe we DO have something to thank those nuns for:  a much more interesting future sex life.

3) Eep!  I've an article due for the local paper tomorrow about a man I was only able to interview tonight! Must get moving on that. Interesting man, though:  the state's Poet Laureate. An odd guest for a smaller, more rural school like mine, but a nice treat, to be sure. I'm this close to eschewing studying for my tests and reading his latest book, but if I'm to read anything, it should be my assignment in A Tale of Two Cities. Oh, Chuck, you tease me so.
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Blech. School's back on and it is a sad occasion indeed. Second semester of my senior year, all my college apps are in... Oh, man, is it hard to care about classes. I'd much prefer to drink potfuls of coffee while I polish off the library's Margaret Atwood collection or finish that [livejournal.com profile] rounds_of_kink SPN fic I've been doodling. Or continue the Battlestar Galactica marathon my friend and I had over break, during which he and I mainlined the first season. Oh, it was awesome.

But! On the upside, most of my classes are the same, so I know what to expect workload-wise. The only new classes are Psych II and Christian Lifestyles (which is mandatory, believe me). Christian Lifestyles is just... Okay, here's the thing. I may be an apostate from my childhood Catholicism, but I've gone to Catholic school all my life, so it's not as if I'm unused to hearing religious doctrine I disagree with. But Christian Lifestyles is taught by this racist, sexist, homophobic, superior jerk who thinks his Dr. James Dobson videos dole out heavy helpings of wisdom instead of, you know, what they really dole out, which is bigotry. I'm getting the distinct impression that this teacher and I will not get along.

Ah well. My resolution for this semester is to try to enjoy my last few months at school with my friends and not let the stress get to me. After all, most of my friends are scattering for college (Missouri, Iowa, Texas, Indiana, Nebraska, Ohio, with mine being the farthest in either California or the East Coast), and I love them all to absolute pieces, so I want to hang out with them as much as possible. So here's to a new semester, my last semester!
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1) School has been kicking my ass recently. But! A week from tomorrow we start finals--which last until the 23rd, unfortunately--and then we're done with first semester, and that sounds too amazing to be real. I'm thinking that, second semester, once all my college apps are in? Forget about it. Oh, I'll still do my homework and everything, but I'm done with the stress. I'll catch up on the all reading I've been putting off for four years. Maybe join a few fic challenges. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

As for right now, I've got a few more college apps to turn in and I have a college interview for Harvard on Saturday. That's why it's been so hard to focus on school this semester--I've got applications to turn in, why can I care about this homework nonsense? Realistically, I shouldn't worry about finals too much; I only have to pass them to get my grades up. But I--and all my friends--go through the same song-and-dance of a weeklong freak-out session until we finally hit the day of finals, when the apathy sets in strong. The only ones I should actually worry about are AP Calc and AP Bio.  Bio because my teacher enjoys testing us on material we haven't covered, and Calc because I think I lost the ability to do math somewhere down the line (and because our teacher told us the final would be harder than our hardest test, and our hardest test was...really hard). Ah well. Just have to breathe through it and it'll be over before I know it. And then:  copious amounts of holiday food!


2) Anti-homophobia, solidarity meme beneath the cut. It may have already made the rounds, but still posting it here. 

I Am )

I Am )

 

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New Show tonight! I've reached the point this year--the year with the workload from hell--where any bit of Show is nice. I don't even care if it's a good episode; that hour where I can sit back and watch my show and ignore papers/tests/Calculus/college applications is a sweet one indeed. Also, is this a Castiel episode? Seems like this should be a Castiel episode. *sighs* He's dreamy.

Ahem.

Of course, before we get to new Show, I'd really like to get through the bulk of my independent research paper--Women in the Frontier West. That's really I what I should be doing right now, but:  crackimpala. So. You know.

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