Prep Book Quotes

Are you going to distract me by playing footsie?" "Absolutely, princess," he says with a wink. "Then I won't remember a thing." "It's a samurai training technique," he teases, spinning the test prep book toward him. "I distract you as much as possible right now." He slides the book into his lap. "And you'll learn how to test through anything.

Words are so powerful. It can win wars, create kings, and sustain civilizations. - Wordwick Games by Kailin Gow

I might've spent too much time reading that book, Groupie, that Miranda gave me a few days ago. It's a reverse harem story where the main character gets all five boys to herself. Like … what I have. But, it ends that way, too. She doesn't have to choose. Lucky bitch.

My mullet was an insecurity shield. My mullet was an ethnic hatchet. My mullet was an arrow on fire. My mullet said to the literary world, "Hello, you privileged prep-school assholes, I'm here to steal your thunder, lightning, and book sales.

Prep for docking,” said the pilot’s voice over the intercom. “You’re off watch, and I’m not, you barves …” “Shower, food, sleep,” said Darman, prioritizing. Atin shook his head. “Food, shower, sleep.” “Sleep,” said Niner. “Then more sleep.” They looked at Corr. “Glorious revolution, then installing a military junta,” he said. Etain stared, not at all sure about his hidden depths, but he laughed. “Or a nice big plate of minced roba patties. I’m easy.

It was like that feeling you got while reading a book, glancing at the pages left or the percentage remaining and seeing that you were coming towards the end.

So, falling into the book for my few hours of downtime relaxed me and allowed me to prep my emotions for what was to come.

Why do girls always want to set you up with their friends?” Mohammad dramatically rolls his eyes. “They can’t help it,” Noah states. “That’s true,” Harry agrees. “All girls do it.” I

I’d like political candidates to present their prep plans for the zombie apocalypse, or for the robot revolution, or for when the Internet becomes self-aware, because at least then the debates would be more interesting.

Habits are built on consistency, and you build consistency by showing up again and again. It’s not about the actual workout, how many shirts you hang up, or what you do after you turn off Netflix; the point is, you went to the gym, made it to the bedroom for tidying, and turned off the TV. If you just keep showing up, it will feel far more natural and effortless to do more—get into the workout, fold the rest of the laundry, or prep your lunch for the next day. Chase consistency.

Natalie, who was the author of a series of wildly successful Hunger Games meets Gossip Girl YA books about a clique of girls at a postapocalyptic prep school who have to simultaneously fight for popularity and for the survival of the planet—hadn

She kissed him and went back to her food prepping. 'Could kissing in the kitchen compromise food safety?' asked Carwen with a big grin. Carys grinned back: 'Nah, but maybe there should be a rule about kissing in the kitchen. I think it should be mandatory.

Well, there are lot of people who make a lot of money off the fifth- and sixth-life crises. All of a sudden they have a ton of consumers scared out of their minds and willing to buy facial cream, designer jeans, SAT test prep courses, condoms, cars, scooters, self-help books, watches, wallets, stocks, whatever…all the crap that the twenty-somethings used to buy, they now have the ten-somethings buying. They doubled their market!

Suppose a would-be writer can't begin? I really believe there are many excellent writers who have never written because they never could begin. This is especially the case of people of great sensitiveness, or of people of advanced education. Professors suffer most of all from this inhibition. Many of them carry their unwritten books to the grave. They overestimate the magnitude of the task, they overestimate the greatness of the final result. A child in a prep school will write the History of Greece and fetch it home finished after school. "He wrote a fine History of Greece the other day," says his fond father. Thirty years later the child, grown to be a professor, dreams of writing the History of Greece -- the whole of it from the first Ionic invasion of the Aegean to the downfall of Alexandria. But he dreams. He never starts. He can't. It's too big. Anybody who has lived around a college knows the pathos of those unwritten books.

He was excited by his generation's idealistic dreams of the future, and particularly enjoyed a fanciful poem written by one of his prep school classmates in 1906, titled “In 1999”: Father goes to the office In his new bi-aeroplane And talks by wireless telephone To Uncle John—in Spain Mother goes a-shopping She buys things more or less And has them sent home C.O.D. Via “Monorail Express.” Sister goes a-calling She stays here and there a while And discusses with her many friends The latest Martian style And when her calling list is through She finds a library nook And there with great enjoyment hears A new self-reading book.

I should know; perfectionism has always been a weakness of mine. Brene' Bown captures the motive in the mindset of the perfectionist in her book Daring Greatly: "If I look perfect and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame." This is the game, and I'm the player. Perfectionism for me comes from the feelings that I don't know enough. I'm not smart enough. Not hardworking enough. Perfectionism spikes for me if I'm going into a meeting with people who disagree with me, or if I'm giving a talk to experts to know more about the topic I do … when I start to feel inadequate and my perfectionism hits, one of the things I do is start gathering facts. I'm not talking about basic prep; I'm talking about obsessive fact-gathering driven by the vision that there shouldn't be anything I don't know. If I tell myself I shouldn't overprepare, then another voice tells me I'm being lazy. Boom. Ultimately, for me, perfectionism means hiding who I am. It's dressing myself up so the people I want to impress don't come away thinking I'm not as smart or interesting as I thought. It comes from a desperate need to not disappoint others. So I over-prepare. And one of the curious things I've discovered is that what I'm over-prepared, I don't listen as well; I go ahead and say whatever I prepared, whether it responds to the moment or not. I miss the opportunity to improvise or respond well to a surprise. I'm not really there. I'm not my authentic self… If you know how much I am not perfect. I am messy and sloppy in so many places in my life. But I try to clean myself up and bring my best self to work so I can help others bring their best selves to work. I guess what I need to role model a little more is the ability to be open about the mess. Maybe I should just show that to other people. That's what I said in the moment. When I reflected later I realized that my best self is not my polished self. Maybe my best self is when I'm open enough to say more about my doubts or anxieties, admit my mistakes, confess when I'm feeling down. The people can feel more comfortable with their own mess and that's needs your culture to live in that. That was certainly the employees' point. I want to create a workplace where everyone can bring the most human, most authentic selves where we all expect and respect each other's quirks and flaws and all the energy wasted in the pursuit of perfection is saved and channeled into the creativity we need for the work that is a cultural release impossible burdens and lift everyone up.

It was difficult to sustain the illusion that education was of value for kids who would not live long enough to use it. They’d never take the standardized tests that they were prepping for. In a way, Amelia had said, this had led to a kind of renaissance in pedagogy. Free from the constraints of racking up high test scores or getting into colleges, students could learn for learning’s sake—which was how it ought to be. The tick-tock curriculum had dissolved and been replaced by activities improvised from day to day by teachers and parents: hiking in the mountains, doing art projects about the Cloud Ark, talking with psychologists about death, reading favorite books.

My mother comes in, somewhat shyly, and says that Cinna has asked her to show the preps how she did my hair the day of the reaping. They respond with enthusiasm and then watch, thoroughly engrossed, as she breaks down the process of the elaborate braided hairdo. In the mirror, I can see their earnest faces following her every move, their eagerness when it is their turn to try a step. In fact, all three are so readily respectful and nice to my mother that I feel bad about how I go around feeling so superior to them. Who knows who I would be or what I would talk about if I’d been raised in the Capitol? Maybe my biggest regret would be having feathered costumes at my birthday party, too.

People, especially those in charge, rarely invite you into their offices and give freely of their time. Instead, you have to do something unique, compelling, even funny or a bit daring, to earn it. Even if you happen to be an exceptionally well-rounded person who possesses all of the scrappy qualities discussed so far, it’s still important to be prepared, dig deep, do the prep work, and think on your feet. Harry Gordon Selfridge, who founded the London-based department store Selfridges, knew the value of doing his homework. Selfridge, an American from Chicago, traveled to London in 1906 with the hope of building his “dream store.” He did just that in 1909, and more than a century later, his stores continue to serve customers in London, Manchester, and Birmingham. Selfridges’ success and staying power is rooted in the scrappy efforts of Harry Selfridge himself, a creative marketer who exhibited “a revolutionary understanding of publicity and the theatre of retail,” as he is described on the Selfridges’ Web site. His department store was known for creating events to attract special clientele, engaging shoppers in a way other retailers had never done before, catering to the holidays, adapting to cultural trends, and changing with the times and political movements such as the suffragists. Selfridge was noted to have said, “People will sit up and take notice of you if you will sit up and take notice of what makes them sit up and take notice.” How do you get people to take notice? How do you stand out in a positive way in order to make things happen? The curiosity and imagination Selfridge employed to successfully build his retail stores can be just as valuable for you to embrace in your circumstances. Perhaps you have landed a meeting, interview, or a quick coffee date with a key decision maker at a company that has sparked your interest. To maximize the impression you’re going to make, you have to know your audience. That means you must respectfully learn what you can about the person, their industry, or the culture of their organization. In fact, it pays to become familiar not only with the person’s current position but also their background, philosophies, triumphs, failures, and major breakthroughs. With that information in hand, you are less likely to waste the precious time you have and more likely to engage in genuine and meaningful conversation.

The Enchanted Broccoli Forest. Oh, what a pleasure that was! Mollie Katzen's handwritten and illustrated recipes that recalled some glorious time in upstate New York when a girl with an appetite could work at a funky vegetarian restaurant and jot down some tasty favorites between shifts. That one had the Pumpkin Tureen soup that Margo had made so many times when she first got the book. She loved the cheesy onion soup served from a pumpkin with a hot dash of horseradish and rye croutons. And the Cardamom Coffee Cake, full of butter, real vanilla, and rich brown sugar, said to be a favorite at the restaurant, where Margo loved to imagine the patrons picking up extras to take back to their green, grassy, shady farmhouses dotted along winding country roads. Linda's Kitchen by Linda McCartney, Paul's first wife, the vegetarian cookbook that had initially spurred her yearlong attempt at vegetarianism (with cheese and eggs, thank you very much) right after college. Margo used to have to drag Calvin into such phases and had finally lured him in by saying that surely anything Paul would eat was good enough for them. Because of Linda's Kitchen, Margo had dived into the world of textured vegetable protein instead of meat, and tons of soups, including a very good watercress, which she never would have tried without Linda's inspiration. It had also inspired her to get a gorgeous, long marble-topped island for prep work. Sometimes she only cooked for the aesthetic pleasure of the gleaming marble topped with rustic pottery containing bright fresh veggies, chopped to perfection. Then Bistro Cooking by Patricia Wells caught her eye, and she took it down. Some pages were stuck together from previous cooking nights, but the one she turned to, the most splattered of all, was the one for Onion Soup au Gratin, the recipe that had taught her the importance of cheese quality. No mozzarella or broken string cheeses with- maybe- a little lacy Swiss thrown on. And definitely none of the "fat-free" cheese that she'd tried in order to give Calvin a rich dish without the cholesterol. No, for this to be great, you needed a good, aged, nutty Gruyère from what you couldn't help but imagine as the green grassy Alps of Switzerland, where the cows grazed lazily under a cheerful children's-book blue sky with puffy white clouds. Good Gruyère was blocked into rind-covered rounds and aged in caves before being shipped fresh to the USA with a whisper of fairy-tale clouds still lingering over it. There was a cheese shop downtown that sold the best she'd ever had. She'd tried it one afternoon when she was avoiding returning home. A spunky girl in a visor and an apron had perked up as she walked by the counter, saying, "Cheese can change your life!" The charm of her youthful innocence would have been enough to be cheered by, but the sample she handed out really did it. The taste was beyond delicious. It was good alone, but it cried out for ham or turkey or a rich beefy broth with deep caramelized onions for soup.

This is how the beginning of the End of the World looks like. Prepping isn’t crazy, it’s just common sense.

it’s best just to focus on what can be done to prepare for the situation. You prepare for the worse, and hope for the best.

Now you can help fight the negative effects of the sun on your skin from the inside out. This doesn’t replace sunscreen, but it will help protect your sensitive skin from the sun’s quite harmful ultra violet rays. Servings: 2 calories: 205 | sodium: 319 mg | dietary fiber: 10.8 | total fat: 3.4 g | total carbs: 40.5 g | protein: 5.6 g Ingredients 2 ½ cups coconut water 1 ½ oranges (sliced, peeled and seeds removed) 2 kiwis (peeled and sliced) 2 tbsp flaxseeds (preferably ground or in powder form) Directions Enjoy this wonderful tasting and practical drink after blending it at high speed for at least 45 seconds.

I believe in sleep, The great creator of dreams and nightmares, I believe in doing his only son The muscle of the eye And born of the bed to lie on When suffered during night preps, Backed by the class monitor And stopped by the teachers on duty He descended on the desk, On the third hour he rose again, In accordance with the boredom scripture He ascended into the books And is seated on the right hand of he who is still doing To judge the wake and sleep I believe in my beddings,not The communication on the reading winter, The awakening bell at four am, In the mortal closure of the eyes Amen

And once you’re confident that you can manage any critical situation, you've already won half the fight. Confidence keeps your willpower strong. And more importantly, it informs your subconscious programming and

ASIAN-FLAVORED CHICKEN SKEWERS Serves: 4   Prep time: 35 to 60 minutes   Cook time: 10 minutes MARINADE: ½ cup low-sodium, gluten-free tamari 1 teaspoon grated fresh gingerroot 3 cloves garlic, crushed 2 tablespoons sesame oil 1½ teaspoons five-spice powder

STIR-FRY VEGETABLES WITH ALMONDS Serves: 4   Prep time: 20 minutes   Cook time: 10 minutes 1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil 1 tablespoon sesame oil 2 stalks celery, thinly sliced on the bias 1 onion, cut in half and thinly sliced 2 carrots, peeled and cut into half-moons 2 cups broccoli florets or sliced bok choy 1 red or yellow pepper, seeded and sliced into strips optional: 16 ounces organic firm tofu, cubed 2-inch piece gingerroot, peeled and julienned 2 cloves garlic, sliced 1 jalapeño chili, seeded and thinly sliced 6 mushrooms, stalks removed, thinly sliced ½ cup whole raw almonds ¼ cup water (more if needed) 2 tablespoons low-sodium, gluten-free tamari ½ cup whole basil leaves 3 scallions, thinly sliced on the bias In a large sauté pan or wok, heat the olive oil and sesame oil over medium-high heat. Add the celery, onions, and carrots and stir-fry for 2 minutes. Add the broccoli or bok choy, peppers, and tofu, if using, and stir-fry another 2 minutes. Add the ginger, garlic, jalapeño, and mushrooms and cook 2 more minutes. Add the almonds, a little of the water as needed, and the tamari and continue to stir-fry until the vegetables are cooked but still crunchy. Toss with the basil and scallions just before serving.

The primary duties of the leader serving the team are to shield the team from interruptions,

The main dysfunctions of agile team are absence of trust, inattention to results, lack of commitment,

A classroom library containing both fiction and non-fiction books should be located centrally, and include newspapers, magazines, telephone books, restaurant menus, etc. Teachers should also integrate literacy across the curriculum by reading and assigning texts that support their learning units in subjects such as mathematics, sciences, and social studies.

Ever since we’d found Wilson, his cousin’s calmness bothered me. I realized now I felt less unease with angry outbursts from grieving relatives, than I had with the slow, ticking time bomb of the quiet and collected. --Prepped for Kill, Marjorie Gardens Mystery Book 2

I didn't like the calm tone reminiscent of his composure at the library, nor was I comfortable with his blank expression. We had a crime scene without forensics, and a body without a medical examiner. If I didn't counter whatever fresh hell Edward was about to unleash, we’d also lose concrete evidence we had yet to procure. --Prepped for the Kill, Marjorie Gardens Mystery Book 2

This was the second murder with which I’d found myself associated. Unlike the death of my client in April, my estranged uncle and his gang had nothing to do with this. And as far as I was aware, Arthur Teague was not a thug with the Fernoza Family mafia. --Prepped for the Kill, Marjorie Gardens Mystery Book 2

There is also what author and academic Elizabeth Currid-Halkett recently identified, in her book The Sum of Small Things, as “inconspicuous consumption”: things like private education, health care, and childcare, which bolster the upper classes but are less “visible” than a Birkin. Wealthy people in the Gilded Age, when Veblen was writing about status anxiety, had squadrons of servants; now they have French-speaking nannies, concierge doctors, and prep schools.

Not my idea of fun,” I retaliated. “Curled up in a comfy chair with a book is fun.

It was like that feeling you got while reading a book, glancing at the pages left or the percentage remaining and seeing that you were coming towards the end. In a way it was exciting because you were about to get all of the answers you'd been waiting for, about to find out who survived and who had to pay the ultimate price. But it was terrifying too, because you knew that this right here was when the pace was about to pick up, all the shit was going to hit the fan, and everything was about to collide in an explosion of words and pain and adrenaline that just might leave you a deranged mess on the floor once you were finished with it. And even then, there was the very real possibility that it would haunt you afterwards, the characters lingering in your mind like old friends instead of constructs of your imagination.

I’d read a book about a mountain man once though. He was a mafia prince who’d gone into hiding because of the things he’d found out about himself and he’d sure made being a mountain man sound hot. He’d found a girl up there on that mountain and had torn down heaven and earth to get revenge against the people who had hurt her. The sex had been pretty damn hot too. So maybe Saint could pull off the mountain man thing with the right bit of encouragement. If Nicoli could do it in Beautiful Savage, then why not my OCD criminal mastermind too?

I set the book down on the cart, thinking. “So, beauty. Love. It’s worth the risk?” “You tell me,” Noah replies, his hand coming up to gently caress my cheek. I bring my eyes to his. “Probably.

Over the years, I’d turned to the company of books more than people when Dad wasn’t around. Characters could never escape me. Not when I could trap them in my kindle for the rest of time. Suckers.

He isn’t happy for me. He isn’t happy about this at all.

The avocado has vitamin A in it, which helps restore collagen. And the honey penetrates your pores, helping to clear them of dirt.

Noah cuts up bananas, throwing them into a pan with maple syrup, cinnamon, and water.

Noah uses his thumbs to gently wipe the tears away from under my eyes. Then, he lifts up the hem of his shirt, wiping under my nose as he pushes my hair off my face. “It doesn’t matter,” he replies, working on making me not such a disaster. But I already see it in his eyes. The sadness. “Noah,” I say, bringing my hand up onto his to stop him. He keeps his hand on my jaw, looking at me. He presses his lips together, his brown eyes getting glossy. “I’m trying not to think about it. Spending time with you, Harry, Mohammad, I’m happy. I want to enjoy that time, not be sad during it.” “Doesn’t it make it almost … bittersweet?” I ask, trying to figure out how he’s feeling. “No. It feels special.” “But she’s right, Noah. I will have to leave,” I breathe out the words, feeling my stomach twist as I say them. Noah sucks in his cheeks, his expression becoming hardened. “I know.” “And how does that make you feel?” I ask as more tears escape. Noah shakes his head, a tear slipping from his own eye. And I instantly feel my lips start to quiver. “Don’t cry,” I urge, my hands touching Noah’s creamy complexion. “It’s okay,” he says, his lips pulling to the side. “I don’t have an answer for you. I just want to experience now, now,” he says, his eyes searching my face.

Are you happy?” he asks, running his hand over my cheek. I lean into his fingers, allowing them to soothe me. “I am,” I whisper. “Then, how could I be upset?” I open my eyes, looking at Noah, trying to absorb his words. He’s wearing a sad smile, and I know he wants to comfort me.

with the priests at Iona Prep before eventually moving on

concision.

Aloha Quick Bread "My family’s favorite recipe." Serving: 1 loaf. | Prep: 15m | Ready in: 01h35m Ingredients • 1/2 cup butter, softened • 1 cup sugar • 2 large eggs • 1 cup mashed ripe bananas (about 2 medium) • 1/4 cup whole milk • 1 tbsp. grated orange zest • 1 tsp. vanilla extract • 1/2 tsp. almond extract • 2 cups all-purpose flour • 1 tsp. baking soda • 1/2 tsp. salt • 1 cup sweetened shredded coconut • 1/2 cup chopped nuts • 1/2 cup crushed pineapple, drained Direction • Preheat an oven to 350°F. Cream sugar and butter in bowl. One by one, add eggs, beating well after every addition; beat extracts, orange zest, milk and banana in. • Mix salt, baking soda and flour; add to the creamed mixture till just moist. Fold pineapple, nuts and coconut in. Remove to a 9x5-in. greased loaf pan. • Bake till an inserted toothpick in middle exits clean for 1 hour 20 minutes; before transferring from pan onto wire rack, cool for 10 minutes. Nutrition Information

I’m not a new person, Bass. I’m just trying to be a better version of the regular one.” Wryly, I add, “I’m shooting for twice my blue book value.

It was like that feeling you got while reading a book, glancing at the pages left or the percentage remaining and seeing that you were coming towards the end. In a way it was exciting because you were about to get all of the answers you'd been waiting for, about to find out who survived and who had to pay the ultimate price. But it was terrifying too, because you knew that this right here was when the pace was about to pick up, all the shit was going to hit the fan, and everything was about to collide in an explosion of words and pain and adrenaline that just might leave you a deranged mess on the floor once you were finished with it.

Because the books I like to read, while also swoony and romantic, they’re also very, very… Sexy.

My cock is already prepped for me to bend my girl over the counter and stuff her full again.

This book is dedicated to Lord Squidington

don’t do every last problem you see in this guide or in the associated online materials. Instead, do what you need. Try a couple problems of each type to see how it goes. If

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Blake picked the paperback up from her desk entitled Warrior Fae, flipped it open to the last page and tore it out before scrunching it up and tossing it in the trash. Fucking savage. Not that I was complaining. She deserved to never find out the end of her book. If I had the time, I’d find a way to track down every copy in the world so that she could suffer forevermore without knowing how it ended. I wasn’t sure if there was any worse fate than that to bestow on someone.

It’s all about community. We’ve got free classes on everything from sex education and budgeting to meditation and meal-prepping. We don’t have a huge homeless population here, but we’ve got locker rooms and a small laundry facility in the basement. I’m working on free after-school programs to help families who can’t swing the cost of daycare. And of course there’s the books.

First, it starts with simple ingredients. I always ask myself, “Does every ingredient earn its place in this recipe?” If I can’t clearly distinguish it or it doesn’t enhance the flavor of another ingredient, out it goes. Fewer ingredients mean less shopping and less prep time. Second, are they ingredients that you can easily find in a grocery or specialty food store? There’s no point in writing a simple recipe if it means you have to go to three different produce markets to find three different kinds of wild mushrooms in order to make the recipe. I’ve seen recipes that call for gelatin sheets (where do you find those, except in a restaurant kitchen?) or a teaspoon of glace de viande. When I see ingredients like that in a recipe, I just put the book back

But, sadly, if my time here were a book, drama would be its theme.

Oh, did you miss us, boy? Was it scary being here by yourself?” Woof! Lucky barked in confirmation. “It’s okay, boy. We’re taking care of all those nasty monsters out there.” Bob and I prepped some food and we sat down for a super late breakfast or early lunch. Lucky scarfed down his food. I was right, I

Excretion is the elimination of a drug from the body.

But staff members tend to view job and church involvement as one. A monthly training meeting isn’t an extra night out as much as a part of the workweek. In fact, some staff members take the afternoon off as compensation, or sleep in late the next morning to “recover.” It’s the same for things like our weekly training audio. It may take many hours of prep to put it together, but again it’s all part of the job. No one on the ministry staff listens to it during their off hours.

I sipped freshly squeezed orange juice as I sat on the veranda of the most beautiful resort I’d ever visited in my life, reading a reverse harem book on my Kindle.

Welcome to Classic Chocolate Cake.    [Prep Time: 10 minutes / Cook Time: 35-40 minutes] No baking recipe book, Paleo or otherwise, would be remotely complete without an ode to Chocolate Cake.  For an icing feel free to scope our recipe on our All Purpose Chocolate Sauce.  This is the kind of cake you'll never feel guilty about eating - even if it's heavy-laden with your birthday candles or your kid's.  If you want something fancier, as always you can doll it up with herbs or check out our other chocolate cake

Prepper Tip #5: Make a list. Research what types of storms and problems you tend to have in your area. Do some reading with your kids and then make a list of items your family should have on hand to survive each storm. Letting your kids be involved in something like this empowers them and helps them to feel important and included as you prepare your family.

Self-deprecation is still self-worship,” she is telling Calvin. “It’s the flip side of the same coin. It’s still about self.” It’s our second week here and the staff has divided us into smaller groups to experience a Gestalt-like therapy they call chair work. Adam, Calvin, Troy and I—the troublemakers—have, to our relief, been placed under Lorraine’s care in a nearby building. And she’s in the midst of prepping us to undergo this intense form of trauma healing. “I suck at self-deprecation,” I whisper to Calvin. Lorraine overhears and says sternly, “Remember that humor is a wall. It’s a form of denial, just the same as repression, rationalization, globalization, and minimization.

Either Ault was a lot harder than my junior high had been, or I was getting dumber- I suspected both. If I wasn't literally getting dumber, I knew at least that I'd lost the glow that surrounds you when the teachers think you're one of the smart, responsible ones, that glow that shines brighter every time you raise your hand in class to say the perfect thing, or you run out of room in a blue book during an exam and have to ask for a second one.

2.​Pressing Tofu: This is far simpler than it sounds. Here’s how to press it like a pro: slice open the package of tofu with a knife, pour out the water, slice the tofu, and wrap each slice in a clean kitchen towel while pressing the excess water out, which is absorbed by the kitchen towel. That’s all. Just get the excess water out. People also use paper towels to do it, but it’s wasteful and costs more money, so I stick to clean kitchen towels. You can also wrap the tofu in a towel and put something heavy on it like a book to press it for a few minutes while you prep other things.

What would be a better tool to use in high school classroom than textbooks or timelines for creating an effective learning environment that could reflect the dynamic nature of historical study? Out of all the various alternatives, by far, film. Film is a hugely popular medium with endless number of historically based works that not only present facts but dramatize the human relationships behind those facts. The main critique presented against the use of historical film in the classroom is the existence of rampant inaccuracies and biases laced throughout these films, not to mention the agendas of the filmmakers themselves. However these seeming flaws are part of the reason why film is an ideal teaching tool. It can foster deep critical thinking skills if instructors lead dialogues after film viewings about the inaccuracies, the biases and all of the things that make the film not just a record of a historical event, but also a reflection of the modern moment.

You think so? To be honest, I was hoping you’d have more than five mechs.” Cole smiled. “Ah, but we do have more. My team still needs to prep them in the back before bringing them out front.” “For real?” I perked up. “How many more do you have in the back?” “Two.” I wanted to slap my forehead, but I resisted the urge. “Just two? When you said there were more in the back, I thought you meant there were like ten more hiding back there.

Picture your skin as a dried-up sponge. If you try to put a heavy cream on it, a brittle, dry sponge won’t accept it—it isn’t “prepped” for moisture. But if you wet the sponge, the cream will sink in more easily. That’s exactly why toners are a great addition to your skin-care routine.