6 Things to Expect When Dating a Grade-Conscious Student
We have given you the usual struggles of grade-conscious Candy Girls already, but have you ever thought what it will be like when they start getting into a romantic relationship? It's a rare case for GC students to juggle their studies with dating but believe it or not, there are actually students who manage to do it. It's not easy for them and for their baes but it is possible. It just takes a little more effort from them and a little bit more understanding from their baes when dealing with these struggles.
- Her planner is the most important thing in her life.
But don't worry, you come pretty close to the top. It's just that her planner contains everything, so she can manage her schedule and allot time for everything she needs to do—including spending time with you.
- Conversations with her can move to something more serious in a matter of minutes.
One moment you're talking about where you will be celebrating your college graduation or which restaurant you're both trying for your anniversary date. The next moment, you'll find yourself in a conversation with her about Trigonometry, Chemistry, or Biology... and it seems like there's no stopping her from talking about those theories, too!
- She will send you a message in the middle of the night...
...not because she wants to wish you a good night's rest, but because she's telling you to go ahead and go to bed. She'll tell you that she needs to finish a paper for History class and to finish reviewing for the graded recitation in Philo tomorrow. That or she'll tell you it's still too early to sleep at 10PM, so she'd better work in advance on her school requirements.
- She will ask you to a move your date to some other time or to cut it short.
Just because there's a quiz scheduled the next day, and she needs to make sure she's got everything covered. That or she needs to finish making her reviewers for next week's exam.
- Your default date place is a coffee shop.
She thinks it's like hitting two birds with the same stone: She can have a date with you and enjoy some peace and quiet for her thoughts, too. Another reason why she loves the place? Because she can go there a few hours before the time you set to review and finish some school work.
- But don't worry because she knows how to handle her responsibilities well.
She may seem uninterested sometimes or too sleepy to talk to you, but know that she's doing the best she can to spend enough time for everyone and everything she loves.
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First. Pixie dust and paper cuts – these are the first things Wendy knew about Peter Pan. Aurora first met Prince Philip when she was sixteen. Learning how to ride a bike was also a first while I was growing up, but you are probably the first of too many. The first collection of dust and stars; maybe Luna will try to ask, who was your first? I might answer and tell her that it was you.
The first of too many stars in the sky. You are the first of too many fallen leaves during fall – and you will be the most anticipated snowflake as winter comes. A dark path that you can’t see without any light, hence, you were once the moon and there are the stars that shine so bright at night. Are we too early? Or we just really want to be ahead of time? Even in a glimpse, I would like to see the two of us connect as if we can reach the sky. There are other parts of the heavens you have never saw and other oceans you haven’t laid your feet onto – but the constellations will always wait for you. Close your eyes, love, close your eyes. Start counting backward: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Count backward until you see the twinkling lights that will guide you to the right path. To the right satellite; to the right person. A first.
There are many firsts – first love, first heartbreak, first sport you played, the first thing you do in the morning, the first thing you remember about the person in front of you. There are a lot. It’s actually up to us how we will consider something as a first. So, Primo, you are already a first of too many.
If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”