Michaella

Michaella

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Scholarships and College Apps

I know about this topic because I just went through the process of doing it and I thought I would share some tips and my own essays to try and help you out.

First lets talk about College Apps. Colleges get thousands and thousands of essays to read every year so you want to make sure that yours is creative, truthful, and worth reading. I applied to UC Davis, UC Santa Cruz, Fresno State, BYU, and BYU-I. Not to toot my own horn or anything but I got into all of them. (I now attend BYU... If you didn't already know). But the college essay is important but so are SAT/ACT scores, GPAs, volunteer work and extracurricular. But without further ado here is my college app essay:
 
Middle school was just an awkward blur, except for that one day  in my 7th grade math class that will forever etched in my brain, when the girl sitting next to me leaned over and asked if I understood what was going on. My face brightened because I knew what Mr. Warmerdam was teaching and I was more than confident that I could teach her. My lips began to fly with a fiery passion while I explained the Pythagorean Theorem I hardly knew. With one blank stare from her, I knew that she still didn't understand the theorem. Nothing else in the classroom mattered to me at that moment. I needed her to understand.
I continued "teaching her", while Mr. Wamerdam was teaching the rest of the class. Suddenly, "my pupil" began to smile and understand. I felt this overwhelming sense of accomplishment rush through my veins, just as Mr. Wamerdam placed a referral on my desk. The referral was for talking during his lesson. My twelve year old self didn't understand what had just happened. I just remember looking down at my lap and tears beginning to form in my eyes. She thanked me as I just sat there staring at this piece of paper traumatized, still not understanding how I had gotten into trouble.
Since that wonderful, horrible day, I have reflected on my learning, and the joy I felt while teaching. Throughout my years of school I have been able to find opportunities to teach different peers, different subjects. I come from a world where I was taught the importance of education; the education opened doors for opportunity. I want to make a difference in student's lives and help them move up in the world through my passion for teaching.  

This is the essay I used for pretty much everything. It has other stuff attached to it about involvement and financial needs but that's boring. But I would change it to fit prompts and cut it down to fit word requirements. This being said there were other times where it was just easier to write a new essay but try and minimize the amount of essays you write or else you are going to be burnt out really fast.

I filled out about 40+ scholarships and I got 5 scholarships. (The Latino Peace Officer Award, Ken Hill Scholarship - Scholarship for Future Educators, A Quilting Scholarship, NARFE, and the Pioneer Middle School Scholarship.) As you can see you just have to keep writing and writing in hopes of snagging a couple.
 
I applied for the Smitt Camp Scholarship for Fresno State and these were some of the essays I wrote for that.
 
This first essay was supposed to be about global awareness.
 
“You guys have a lot of different trees. We don’t have these kind of trees at home.” This passed me as strange when my cousin said this. But it made sense; the Valley in California is not going to look the same as my cousin’s hometown in Maryland. Being born in Utah and then moving to the Valley when I was very young, I have not seen much of the world or even the United States. The United States is such a big country, full of different places, foods, people, and apparently even trees. I want to visit all of the States, but I want to start in my cousin's hometown. He lives on the complete opposite side of the country. I want to see how and where he lives and be able to experience a different part of America. I also want to see their different trees.
Second one was supposed to be about an encounter with art.
 
My most memorable encounter with art was in my own home. My great grandmother’s art was hung up around the house as well as the art my dad had made. Everyday I would walk around my house and see pieces that were very realistic, painted with lots of little strokes and pastel colors, pieces that were bold, brightly painted abstracts. They were all great pieces of art but so very different. These pieces of art in my home taught me that we can be different and coincide in perfect harmony.
 

And then my personal statement. And just for the record I got the alternate spot for that scholarship. By I really owe a huge thanks to my Ap Lit. teacher Ms. Potter she helped me rework these essays time and time again. This leads me to my next point, always have someone read your essays and I know this maybe hard because this isn't a response to a book or a history essay but its about your life. But if there is a typo and/or bad grammar they will just move on so make sure you have someone read your essays, it could make all the difference. But always look for scholarships ask your grandparents, parents, places you volunteer, places you work because random places give out scholarships. My grandpa sent me a clipping of a magazine from a organization he is a part of and all I had to do was write an essay about how we can appreciate federal employees more (at least that's what I thought it was.). But I won 1000 for just writing an essay.
 
Here it is:
At the beginning of America the government wasn’t just a distant institution, we were our government. The government wasn’t a separate entity that served us. We as a country embraced “We the people” and we were a part of the system that we built. We have lost this sense of pride in our government. The gap between the people and Washington keeps growing; and because of this, people who carry out services for the government such as construction, research, and innovation have been forgotten. These people work daily to build this country and better the lives of our people. By viewing the government as an institution that we are a part of, we will ensure we appreciate our peers for the work they do everyday. This view can be put into place by exposing teenagers and children to their government throughout their education.
This gap between the government is rooted because in reality not every American can visit Washington D.C. and be a part of that system. However, local government leads to state governments overall ending in the Federal government. We need to be involved in our local and state governments, by taking part in the process we begin to appreciate it and then we begin to see all the people who carry it out from congressmen to mailmen. Being a part of our government will make us recognize all the people who work for the government, our neighbors, other parents in the PTA, and our dog sitter, we begin to see what they give up to make the invaluable contributions to the country we live in.
 
 
Seeing ourselves as part of the government is a viewpoint that isn’t built in a day. Its grown over a period of time as we take part and listen to others. This viewpoint can be discovered at public schools. Most seniors have to take economics and government before they graduate and each class is usually a semester long. I chose to take AP Government and AP Economics during my senior year. Therefore, instead of each class being just a semester each class is a full school year. I believe that seniors ought to take a full year of government because this allows students to learn curriculum and discuss what is going on in the government right now. Students in the semester class are rushed through the basics of government without having time to stop and thinking about what they are learning. It is very different to learn about something and then being able to apply it to your own life. Throughout my studies I have learned about the complexity of government and have begun to appreciate not only political leaders but those workers who carry out everyday tasks. Through class discussions throughout the year I know that every person who works for the federal government contributes to this great country and I truly appreciate their service every day.
We can’t make people appreciate all the work that is done for them but we can teach them about their government and discuss federal employees who serve them everyday in an active learning environment. This class shouldn’t just be for seniors but students should be taught about their governments from a young age. Each school year should touch on government and each year the curriculum should go more in depth. Being taught government doesn’t put beliefs in students heads but gives them a chance to discover that there is more to our government than just “rich white guys in suits.”
    America wasn’t built in a day and neither is a perspective. Federal employees do a lot for America and they should be recognized. By teaching students more in depth about our government students will be able to discover the part they play in their own government and this will segway to their appreciation of the work that is done for them. We the people and we need to continue educating students about the part they play and by doing that they will be able to recognize the federal employees that serve them everyday.

(Yes I know this formatting is whack but I don't know what's going on and I'm really frustrated at this point.) ANYWAYS this is the essay I wrote and I was able to answer the prompt and tie in my love for education. And I totally owe Mrs. Evangelo a thank you because her lectures totally inspired this essay. So keep writing and keep up on dues dates because they come fast.
 Till next time and Good Luck!
Throwback to graduation! :)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Dramaturgy

Dramaturgy is a new occupation that has emerged from the theatre world.  A dramaturge is not defined clearly because it constantly redefining itself. But to put this into simpler terms the dramaturge works with the writer and the director to refine the script and show. A dramaturge can do new play dramaturgy which works with the playwright to bring out all the ideas and intent they have and to make sure that it makes sense and is historically accurate (if that applies). They can also work with the director, production team, and actors to make sure that the play is coherent and again historically accurate. The dramaturge can also work with the audience by putting extra information about the time era and general facts about the play and many of them do websites that allow audience members learn more about the show.

I'm talking about this because I think this is really cool occupation and not many people know about it. (Which really is a shame.) But its out there and you can study it in college and all that jazz. In class we are practicing new play dramaturgy where the dramaturge works with the playwright and so we all had to write plays and then from small groups we had to pick one. Mine was not chosen (its fine people like comedy more than dramas... lame,  I know.) But I'd still like to share it with you. But this is a sad play there isn't a happy ending its just life. Without further ado....


The Ones We Never Get To Love

By Michaella Scholz

Cast: Shelby – Young woman who has been recently married and just found out she lost her baby.

Max- Shelby’s husband who is very overprotective.

 

Shelby is sitting quietly alone. We can tell she is deep and thought. Max and Shelby are have been married almost a year and Shelby 21 weeks with child. Max comes home from work. Shelby does not look at Max.

Max

 Shelby?

Shelby

 In here.

Max

 Hey darling

Max kisses Shelby on the cheek to which there is no response.

Max

 Shelby? Are you okay?

Shelby

 I’m fine.

Max

Promise?

Shelby

 Sure.

Max

 Well what’s wrong then?

Shelby

 Nothing. Nothing is wrong.

Max

 Babe, I know you. Just tell me.

Shelby

 Max, please.

Max

I just want to help.

Max pauses and grabs Shelby’s hand

Max

 Please, let me help you. That’s what I’m here for.

Shelby

 It’s just so hard.

Staring off into the distance

 When I was a teenager I loved to be around babies. I loved to hold them and cuddle them and pretend they were mine. My biggest fear was not being able to have a baby. That thought would always be in the back of my mind. When we found out that we were pregnant I was so happy but I was also so scared that it could all be gone in an instant.

Max

 You’re almost there. We are going to have a baby!

Shelby

 Except I’m not.

Max

 Wait what are you talking about?

Shelby

 I miscarried. I miscarried. I had a baby inside me and now it’s gone. My fear came true.

Max: Shelby, I’m so sorry.

Shelby is quite and still not looking at Max.

 Max

 This isn’t our only chance. We can try it again.   

Shelby

 Except for the fact that I have “Uterine Wall Scarring”.

Max

 Babe, We can overcome that. 

Shelby

 You don’t understand.

Shelby finally looks at Max

Shelby

It makes it really hard for me to have children.

Max

 Hard is not impossible.

Shelby

 But I don’t know if I could do this again. I never got to see Marcus.

Max pauses. Processing the fact that he was going to have a son.

Max

We were going to have a boy?

Shelby

 Yeah I found out today.

Max

 I was going to have a son.

Shelby

 I’m sorry.

Max

 This isn’t your fault.

Shelby

 Yes it is.

Max

 Stop saying that. You had no control over this.

Shelby

 The one thing that I am supposed to be able to do, like every other woman I can’t. And I can’t do anything about it. And I’m so sorry. I know you wanted children and I can’t give you that. You have a job and you provide for me and all you wanted was a family to come home to and I can’t give you that. We are already married so I’m not going anywhere. But if you want to a get a divorce and find another woman who can give you a healthy and living son. I understand…

                              Max

Shelby. You’re my family.

Shelby

 I’m not enough.

Max

 You are.

Shelby is quite and nonresponsive Max grabs her hand

Max

 We are in this together

Shelby is still quite. Max turns her face so she is looking at him and Shelby begins to sob.

Max

Hush. Hush.

Shelby

What happens to him Max?

Max?

Max

 I don’t know.

Shelby

 I want my baby.

Max

I have to be enough.

I love you. And that has to be enough.

Shelby

I love you too.

Max

If we are able to have a baby, great. If not, it’s okay. I have a beautiful wife who I get to take care of for the rest of my days.

Shelby

And I have a great husband who acts like a child anyways.

Shelby begins to softly laugh and lets Max hold her. After a pause the phone rings. Max gets up to go get the phone.

Max

Hello?

Uhh… Mom! How are you?

Good, good.

No mom it’s okay you don’t need to come down for the baby.

Max’s mom keeps pestering him about coming to visit when that baby is born Max just keeps getting more frustrated.

No mom please!

Can we please talk about this later?

Mom there is no baby to see!

Max realizes that he had been quite rash and loud with the last line and looks over at Shelby who has now curled up onto the couch.

I’m sorry..  

I have to go.

     Max hangs up the phone and goes over to Shelby

Max

 Have you told your mom?

                                     Shelby shakes her head no

Max

 I can if…

Shelby again shakes her head no

Max

She needs to know.

Shelby

 I can’t.

Max

 Why not?

Shelby

Why couldn’t this have just worked out? Why did this happen to us?

Max

 I don’t know.

Shelby

 I just want to die.

Max

Don’t say that.

Shelby

 But it’s true

Max

What about me?

Shelby just stares at him shocked

Max

Aren’t I enough? You say you love me but then you want to die?

Max

 I’m here and it’s like that doesn’t even matter to you.

Shelby

 But Max… You do.

Max walks out. Shelby is all alone left in the silence. Max walks back in with a blanket that he drapes around Shelby.

Max

 I didn’t want to marry you so that I could have kids. I married you because I love you. And I love you more than I did when I asked you to marry me.

He is still your baby.

Shelby

 I know.

Max

 He loves you.

Shelby

 I love you. You would have made a great Father.

Max

 Shelby, I can’t imagine a better mother than you. You’re loving. You make everybody smile. And you, are so beautiful.

Shelby? When you said you couldn’t tell your mom about the miscarriage what did you mean about that?

Don’t shut me out now?

Shelby

 I was supposed to have another brother. His name was going to be Marcus. My mom already knows that if it was a boy I was going to name him Marcus. I don’t want her to have to live through that again. I remember her crying all the time trying to cope with the fact that her son was gone. She closed up and I felt like I barely saw her. I can’t do that to her again.

I know I have to tell her.  I just don’t know when to do it.

Max

 I can be there with you.

Shelby

 No.

Max

But…

Shelby

 Max I know you want to be there for me but this is something I need to do for myself.

And my mom.

Max

 Okay.

Shelby

 Thank you.

Max

Why didn’t you ever say anything?

Shelby

Um it’s not something we talked about. And I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up.

Max

Yeah I understand. But you know you can talk about anything with me.

Shelby

Yes I know.

                              Max

I’ll always be here for you.

Shelby

 Yes I know.

Max

 Always.

Shelby

I don’t know what I would do without you.

Max

You’d be fine. You are a strong woman with a big heart.

Shelby

But I don’t think I could do this alone.

Max

This?

Shelby

Just life in general.

Max

 Well good thing you don’t have to.

Shelby

 Neither of us do.

Max

For better or for worse.

Shelby

In sickness and in health.

Max

Till death do us part.

There is a knock at the door

Max

Do you want me to get that?

Shelby

No its okay. I’ve got it.

Shelby goes offstage.

Shelby: Mom?

Life happens and we find people who get us to keep going. And in the end it will all work out. I promise. Till next time folks!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

I know God is real because of FHE

Something that Latter Day Saints (the politically correct term for Mormons) practice is Family Home Evening. This is a time that is supposed to be dedicated for Family time and often consists of a lesson and activity. But because here at BYU in YSA Wards (Young Single Adult) we don't have families so we are put into groups and the call a"Mom" and a "Dad" but since we have really big groups so there are 3 so we just call them group leaders. Since we have only been here at BYU for a couple weeks there weren't leaders yet and we had just barely been separated into our groups. But after the first couple times I had come to hate FHE. My roommate didn't like coming, I felt like I didn't belong, and that they could get along without me. So I thought to myself that I would not go to family home evening.

And then I had an interview with a member of the bishopric.

And I was called as one of Group Four's FHE Leader.

And I was shocked. This was a calling that I did not want but I accepted it anyway. This was a calling I needed. I never told anyone that I hated FHE I just kept that and the fact that I was done going to myself. I know truly that this calling was inspired.

Today I was set apart and usually its a normal prayer to help me know what I can do and how to do it etc. But in this prayer that was said for my benefit was very different. Brother Nelson blessed me that I would be able to grow not only spiritually but socially in this calling. When he said these words I knew that God had inspired everything he was saying because he knew that I didn't feel like I belonged in this group and I was having a hard time. The next thing Brother Nelson said was that my studies wouldn't suffer because of this calling and that was a big concern for me because Monday (the day where FHE is supposed to take place not only at BYU but around the world) I have class from 9am-7pm and when I was called I was very concerned about that fact that FHE usually takes place at 7 on Mondays and I know that God knew this concern. One of the last things that Brother Nelson blessed me with was the ability to use my talents: sociability and likeability to further my calling and I know this was God's reminder to me that I am capable and prepared to do this calling. I am so grateful that through the power of the priesthood I was able to listen to my Heavenly Father talk to me through Brother Nelson and that even through I still have some doubts about this calling that I can do this through His help.

Just another message from "The Lord's University" or at least that's what they call it here. I just call it BYU because the Lord is everywhere not just here.

Till next time :)

Hot Dog Eating Contest At FHE.

This was my first FHE with my group.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Theatre Media Arts. Here at the B to the Y to the U.

At BYU there is definitely a different spirit here. Mostly everyone here is LDS. We pray in every class, there are devotionals every Tuesday, and lots and lots of church activities. But I think something that is vey special is our professors bring up the gospel in their lectures. They manage to teach and connect to the gospel to our lives and studies.

At the beginning of our lecture on Monday (sorry this has taken so long but I've been really sick and I'm currently drinking emergen-c and airborne) our professor told us to take out a piece of paper and number it one to twenty. He began to explain to us that we were going to take a personality test. We continue to answer questions based on words and pictures that most describe us. At the end we are given a color that describes our personality. Mine was blue. Blue describes the creative and emotional people like me. (Hopefully I describe this correctly but its all just from memory). My close second color was Orange which are you free spirit attention loving people. Then Green is very logical and they use reasoning.  And then gold is the person who has to know everything and what's going on. These weren't that important except for the fact that it exposed that we are all different. (I may have mixed up the colors but that's not important to what I'm talking about).

Our professor than began to talk about how when we know someone's type we can't predict what choices they are going to make or how they are going to react because there are always lurking variables (I'll throw a little stats lingo in there) but if we know how a persons mind works we are better fit to love them. We can love them in a way that they can understand, in a way that is comfortable for them. Our professor then went to talk about his wife how she is the type of person who always has to have her house perfect with everything in the right spot before she goes to bed and she has to plan far in advance what she is doing for the week. My professor is blue (not literally) so he is very outgoing and loving. He decided that he was going to take his wife to dinner in San Fran. (They live here in Utah). So he gets her and when he gets to the airport she was freaking out because she didn't know what was going on nor did she know if she was going to be ready.

Our professor told this story to illustrate how he tried to show his love for his wife in a way that he would want to have dinner. But she was very different from him and he should have done something that she would have liked and would have been something that she would have been comfortable with and would have loved.

He then goes to talk about the Savior. Our Savior knows how to love us exactly how we need it. And we know that we are to love one another as he loves us. This means we need to love others the way they need to be loved in a way they can understand. Often times we get caught up in the "Golden Rule" treat others like you want to be treated and yes this is often applied to kindness but we need to treat others and love others in a way that makes sense to them. Love them in the best way possible for them.

We learn a lot here a BYU, way more than I would have ever learned than anywhere else.
That's it for now! I'm trying to blog more but college kinda gets in the way... Oh well!

This picture is in honor of being a blue person!
And BYU football!

Friday, September 19, 2014

Here is to the dancers.

This post is driven mostly because I just finished watching BYU's "Evidance" Dance Concert. This concert consisted of folk dancing, ballet, contemporary, ballroom and lots of others. But I'd like to just talk about dance.

**Disclaimer: I'm not actually a dancer. I like to pretend but I'm not nor do I actually pose as one.**

That being said this post will be dedicated to my roommate Hannah, and my friend Ben, and Chayce. They are my friends from BYU (they are literally the best) who are amazing dancers and they don't mind if I watch their rehearsals or if I pretend like I can dance. So here is to them!

I've always loved watching dance. If there was one thing I could go back and tell my mom to do for me it would to be put me in dance classes (even though this didn't happen, my mom did awesome and I had a great childhood). I love attending dance recitals, watching So You Think You Can Dance, and watching dance numbers in musicals.

The reason why I love dance is the beauty and strength of it. Have you ever looked at a dancer's legs? They are so strong, yet when they dance they are as light as a feather. Dancers have amazing discipline and can make you feel something without saying a word. Dancers tell a story and there are so many different stories to be told that dancers keep dancing and every time a new story is told.

I saw this really beautiful contemporary number tonight where a man and a woman each carried each other through the number (I hope that makes some sense). Partner work to me is very interesting; neither partner is more important than the other and throughout the number each person is lifting and supporting each other.

Tuesday (which was an awful day) I was able to sit in on Hannah and Ben's Latin rehearsal and they walked in there not having a routine and within 2 hours they had a routine they could work off but it was amazing to see my two funny and quirky get down to business. They would start and they were serious (not in the boring way though and they only stayed this way until they finished or messed up). Partner work is all about trust and you have to trust your partner or it doesn't work.

I relate dancing to life. You have to be dedicated and strong yet you try to be beautiful and graceful (and if you have seen Mulan 2 this should make you think of the first song in the movie) but you don't start out that way you work and somehow you mold yourself into the kind of person you want to be. And then partner dancing could be between an guy and girl or two friends. Both relationships take lots of trust and even if you practice at one point you are going to have to go all in and hope they catch you. If they don't you get up and try again. Maybe not exactly the same way or if you and partner work it out (also known as communication).

As you can see dancing is just an extension of life plus the story they are telling in the moment. This being said put your kids in dance, go see the ballet, appreciate and go see it.
This is my spiel about dance. Take it or leave it :)
 
 
 
This is Ben trying to deal with my inability to dance.
But I try! That should count for something, right? Lol. 

Laundry 101 For College Students

I'm writing this because I'm a laundry guru. Thanks mom! But I'm here to share my knowledge with you college students or future college students!

But I've only done laundry at 3 places my house, the Hanford Laundromat, and at BYU. So your college may do things differently just btdubbs.

  1. First off make sure you get acquainted with your school's laundry room; if you have friends that are already there that's the best. My laundry room for one washer it is $2.00 and for the dryer .80 BUT if you use your BYU ID card (BYU lets you put money on your card almost like a debit card) then the washer is .80 and the dryer is .37 so I came to college with like $10 in quarters to start me off and some cash to change into quarters just so I could transfer $25 onto my card. So know I just have a bunch of quarters... Yeah so if you can talk to someone who can give you tips and tricks for your school that's awesome.
  2. Laundry Baskets - There are so many different ones you can pick depending on what you want. There are ones with compartments so you can separate clothes, drawstring bags, mesh pop up hampers, and THE LAUNDRY HAMPER BACKPACK. If you couldn't tell from my excitement that's the one I have. It was the best $15 I've ever spent in my life. Its literally the best thing ever. Its a tall hamper and it has 4 poles (like the ones you use for tents) that go in the side so that it stays up, its really thick material, has two outside pockets, the top zips closed, AND IT HAS BACKPACK STRAPS. Considering I live on the top floor and I have to go down 4 flights of stairs to do laundry I just slip on my hamper and trek down stairs. I'm really against baskets because they are really bulky and hard to carry. But whatever you choose just thing about how functional it is versus how cute it is because in the end that's what is going to matter. I bought mine from Amazon and it was called Oversized Laundry Duffle Bag with Shoulder Strap - Purple by DormCo and its currently out of stock but just look around :)
  3. Laundry Soap - Get the pods. Just do it. You can grab a couple pods versus the whole jug or box. Then just toss the pods in with the clothes.
  4. Sharing a Laundry Room - So here is the deal the times when you want to do your laundry there are going to be a bunch of people trying to do theirs too. This being said you may not be able to wash your clothes separately as much. Whites can not be washed with colors though. Period. I saw a girl put in a pair of white paints and a red shirt in the same machine and I think I almost died. Instead of doing that this is what I do I usually do white and then everything else I put colors, jeans and towels when I have them together. This being said if you have a new red shirt or pair of jeans that you haven't washed yet wash them only with like colors because they are more likely to bleed and ruin your other clothes other than that you should be good. And I don't know if this is just BYU but their dryers are huge. I usually use three washing machines and one dyer with one extra cycle and I haven't have any problems. (You can only use those many machines if you get up early and get down there).
  5. Panties and Socks - Yes I said panties because I can. But here in my hall there is a big problem with people taking your laundry out right when it hits zero because girls are crazy and they want clean clothes too. (This hasn't happened to me because I watch the clock and I always go early to pick up my laundry). But between transfers between machines and baskets whether you are the one moving them or not socks and underwear tend to fall on the floor and/or get lost so I HIGHLY RECOMMEND to get a mesh bag for your underwear and socks. I have one and its awesome. I put in my underwear, socks and bras zip it up and throw it in with my other clothes. No more awkwardly picking your panties off the floor or lost socks.
  6. Time your laundry - Its really annoying when people move your clothes or waiting for a machine. To save us from this problem make sure you are paying attention to when your laundry will be done and make sure you can get it (or even your roommate). Just so everyone gets a turn.
  7. Not everything needs to be washed - If you wear something such as a cardigan for half a day and its still clean, hang it back up wear sweats as PJs a couple times. Just be aware of what needs cleaning. Underwear needs to be washed after every use. Yeah I went there.
  8. Everything needs to be washed eventually - Not just clothes but towels, hand towels, sheets, bath mats, pillow cases etc. Plan accordingly aka plan ahead and get into a schedule.
  9. Stains - Here is the key to stains: Rinse them out. Say you get food on a shirt, oil on a skirt, or say you had a special visitor you weren't expecting. RINSE THEM OUT. As soon as possible rinse them in the sink or just bring it with you when you get in the shower. Save your clothes. Rinse the stain, spray Shout or Oxiclean or whatever and rinse it again and just throw it in your hamper. If you don't rinse the stain often times it gets set into the clothes because of the hot water/dryer.
  10. Not enough for a full load- If you don't have a lot of clothes (and your friends with your roommate) then you can always wash clothes together (only if you are comfortable) but it you only have a couple items it saves a washer and you can split the cost so it is often times a life saver just to throw in a couple of things. 
That's all I got for now but if you have questions or comments let me know!
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