1st grade past tense

Watching OZ for the first time and I'm wondering was the first 5 seasons past tense from the perspective of Augustus Hill's eyes and the actual present time of the series actually season 6? Only thought it because Hill left a personal written memoir of his life and experiences being in OZ and he been working on it for 6 years. And he also acknowledges himself as dead first episode of final season alongside being surrounded by familiar faces that died off in previous seasons. Or am I looking at it too deep?

Hey guys! I'm a 17 year old girl, and I'm making this post for a couple of reasons. As an individual, I like to think of myself as a pretty average person. I have a few very close friends as well as a lovely boyfriend, and as far as families go, my family are very kind people. However, just for some background -I haven't exactly had the best time in the past. During secondary school (high school), my twin sister got very mentally ill and it completely changed my life for 3 years. School was very difficult for me without her and life at home was quite depressing due to massive arguments and fights every night. My friends at the time weren't the greatest and they mocked and made fun of me every day to the point where I felt very self-conscious about myself and I felt isolated from everyone.
I changed schools in Year 12 (Grade 11). Of course its been the best decision I have ever made and I am learning to re-socialise with people, but when people make jokey comments about my clothes or my hair or about why I don't have any friends from my old school, I seem to fall into this hole where I get very negative about everything about myself. I really really want to move past this, because it seems to still affect my day to day life. I am scared of meeting new people and I always think "do they think I'm weird or ugly?". I just don't know how to get it out of my head and its really frustrating because I want to be more relaxed and laidback with myself.
I like my life as it is. I don't mind having only a few friends. I like my boyfriend and my family. I like how I look, but then something seems to trigger these thoughts and it just ruins my day!
Another question I want to ask is that is this normal? Is this just being part of a teenager? Are other people having the same problems as me? I know the answer but I just think it would be quite reassuring for me to hear that I'm not alone in this. Thanks!

99%+ highschool grades 7.5 Ielts (nearly an 8, needed 0.5 in any skill) 640 Sat Math 25 hr voluntary work Non qatari not born here.
I always thought I had a better shot at being accepted to Dentistry but I have just learnt that class size for dental medicine is half that of medicine. So Iam now torn, dentistry or medicine 1st prefrence?

Kaya ba mag move on ng fully kung first love mo? Di ko alam saan magsstart sa kwento ko. Minsan hate ko siya pero minsan miss ko rin siya. Miss ko lang yung time na nakalimutan ko siya pero life really has its ways.
We were childhood friends. Nagkakilala kami ni “Justin” nung preschool palang. Tapos nagkacrush ako sa kanya noong elementary. Of course yung sa puppy love, kilig kilig. Noong nag highschool kami, magka-iba ma kami ng school. We lost touch for a while pero since we had a similar circle of childhood friends we started talking again nung mga 3rd year na kami. Yun we clicked. Exact same footing nung bata pa kami. We talked everyday before going to school and falling asleep. Nagkakamustahan tungkol sa friends at family pati na rin sa mga school work. Minsan din we help each other to answer our homework. Feel ko I really fell for him at 15. He seemed so perfect to me. He understood me and my silences. Parang I didn’t have to explain my soul to him because he just got it. We never went out together na kami lang pag weekends kasi admittedly I felt like hindi ko kaya so lagi akong tumatanggi. As in parang nagrarambol yung mga butterflies sa tiyan ko when im around him. Somehow, parang yung common sense ko nawawala. Lahat pinagusapan namin hanggang sa future and mga trips for summer kahit wala naman kami label. Di ko rin alam if he felt the same way kasi never naman din kami nagshare ng feelings namin na ganon sa isat isa. Oo, bobita talaga. We went on like this until 4th year na kami. Nung prom ko, I brought one of my best friends as my dates kasi nag promise kami nung bata pa kami na kami mag kasama sa prom. I didn’t think of it much kasi Justin naman din told me he and his friends were planning to fly out for a grad trip around that time so I thought wala ding point if I asked him to go with me to prom. The night of prom sinabi ng friend niya na he kind of thought I’d ask him to prom. Shucks di ko alam pano magreact so kinalimutan ko nalang. Ayun so parang medyo nag on-off na contact namin. When we reached the last half of 12th grade, we went back to where we left off pero deep inside alam ko na I shouldn’t make anything of this anymore. His friends would tease me about him when I’d pass them in the hallway. Tapos when I bumped into his bestfriend on a night out, tinanong niya kung ano kami ni Justin. Wala akong masagot so tumawa nalang ako at sinabi friends lang. One time nagkasama lahat kami ng mga friends namin from elementary for inuman, and that night he stuck close to me. Always walking right behind me kahit na nagpapaiwan ako from the group kasi ayaw kong makasama siya na kami lang. The whole time he was asking me about the guys I’ve talked to/dated in the past years. Our group was bar hopping and just so happens na madami akong friends na lumabas that night. So naghhi hello ako and he’d just stand right behind me. He asked me how I knew most of the boys. Tapos sabi oh friend of friends lang ganon. Actually that night talaga sobrang nagccringe ako sa sarili ko kasi in one of the bars we went to he asked me to cover his part eh I didn’t want to interact with him so much so I nodded my head and paid nalang. We went to another bar naman Tapos he sat beside me. I felt so uncomfortable kasi parang di na gagana utak ko kung magkatabi kami at padami na yung na iinom. Yun umuwi ako with a friend and the night ended at that. I told myself na dapat i-let go ko na yun kasi wala naman din mangyayari at nagiging bobo lang ako. So i started replying slower and slower till di na kami nag kausap ulit. Tapos nung mga last few weeks ng grade 12 nilapitan ako ng kabarkada niya tinanong niya yung nag-uusap ba daw kami ni Justin, bat daw di kami magtry, cute naman daw kami together, bigay niya daw number ni Justin sakin para magkausap kami ulit. Tumawa nalang ako at sinabi na wala friends lang naman din kami. Yun so it’s water under the bridge na. I went to college abroad and I left right after I graduated hs. While I was settling down in a new place, tinawagan ako ng bestfriend ko. Pagkatingin ko ng mukha sa screen si Justin pala. Tinanong niya kumusta ko at dahil emotional ako at mag-isa sa ibang bansa sabi ko wag na tayo mag usap kasi alam ko may kausap or girlfriend ka na ganon. Sabi niya no wala pero yun din a week later nagpost siya na sila na ng kinakausap niya. Ok lang naman strong naman po ako. So kinalimutan ko na siya tapos masaya na ako. A few times lang rin during college nag dm siya sakin asking if may bf ako ganon pero yun lang. Fast forward graduate na kami lahat ng college so lahat kami sa batch namin nag uwian sa hometown to catch up. Di kami nag pansinan buong night. Nilapitan niya nalang ako nung may mga kumakausap sakin na mga lalaki. Nainis ako dahil di ako makalandi well since lagi siya nangingistorbo tapos paulit ulit niya ako kinakamusta na parang gago. Alam ko wala naman siyang feelings sakin, lintik lang talaga minsan. May common friend kami na girl tapos sila yung magkasama at nagsasayawan the whole night except nung times na nagpapapansin siya. Yun lang after nalaman ko may nangyari pala between them dati. Gusto kong sabihin na wala akong pake at all pero sa totoo may konting pag-irap ng mata kasi close kami dati ng ate gorl mo. Yun pa sinabihan niya ako that night na gago si guy and all that bago kami pumunta sa inuman. Recently, pumunta sa current city ko yung close friend niya na guy na ka close ko rin. We met up a few times as friends. Yun lang after ng first meeting namin na stinory ng guy friend, lagi na siya nanonood and like sa mga story ko. Ginagago niya ba ako? Or gusto niya lang lagi akong maiinis sa kanya?
TLDR: bobo ako at minsan miss ko pa rin siya

We have been trying for our 2nd for the past year (currently on my 9th tracked cycle with good timing) with no success except for a few chemicals and miscarriages (5 weeks, 4 weeks, 7 weeks of twins after normal scan with heartbeat, and 4.5 weeks). Our first was conceived relatively quickly (3rd cycle with a 5 week loss on the 1st cycle).
We have some mild male factor involved but it’s debatable how much of an impact this has (low rapid progressive motility at 4%, and low morphology at 2%). Not sure why we are otherwise having trouble getting and staying pregnant but MIL and husband’s stepmom also went through infertility and miscarriages but we’ve had doctors all disagree on how much of an impact sperm issues are having in our difficulties. The typical RPL testing (autoimmune, clotting, karyotype, etc) have come back negative but I do have very well-managed Hashimoto’s. We are awaiting testing on sperm DNA fragmentation.
I’ve heard that people with endo tend to have a lower than normal AMH (or have rapid declines in AMH) and higher amounts of estrogen. My AMH (4.5 ng/ml) is on the higher side for my age (31). My estrogen is on the low side on CD3 (26) and using Inito, my estrogen has been on the low side of their reference range (125 at peak when reference range is 100-600). I don’t seem to have estrogen dominance either as my progesterone is high post ovulation (20+) but my estrogen remains low (< 100).
I don’t have particularly painful periods (maybe a few hours on the first day and only ocasionally needing Tylenol) and they are on the shorter and lighter side (only 1 day of heavy bleeding with 2 days of very light flow). But after my 7 week miscarriage they have been more painful and I’ve been passing some clots, but the pain goes away quickly. No ovulation pain or pain during sex but my BM have always been a bit variable (which I’ve attributed to IBS or food sensitivities). I’ve had pelvic ultrasound and MRI and they didn’t find anything that would point towards endo but as I know only severe cases would show up on imaging. One thing that may predispose me to endo is that I had early Menarche (around 11.5 years old).
Is it likely that I don’t have endo? I’m worried because I’ve heard of a lot of unexplained/mild MFI infertility and RPL cases are due to endo even though I don’t really have any overt signs of it. My RE doesn’t recommend a lap since I have very minimal pain for only a few hours once a month and it likely won’t lead to an improved outcome fertility-wise (we will likely need IUI or IVF anyway).

A couple of years ago I tried writing my own version of Stones Abbigale. I never got past the first couple scenes, but I'm considering returning to it. I wanted to basically rewrite and change up a lot of things, mainly focusing on Abbi and Davis and changing some elements. Let me know what you think!

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It's almost four in the morning and Seth is threatening suicide again. Good. Fuck him. I hope he does it. I don't text him that because I read about this girl who told her boyfriend to kill himself. The irony was that when he actually did it she got charged with second degree murder. My life is fucked as it is I don't need to make it worse. It's almost two in the morning and I have to be up for school in a few hours. I’m shivering under my comforter because we’re halfway through November. I think about the turkey that won't get made this year and the family I won't see. I think that's swell. Seth is still texting.
Its like u dont even care after everything that happened and after everything we did together i saved ur life and i stayed with u when u cried and i hugged u and i did everything for u but that wasn't enough was it? i try so hard and all u ever are is a bitch to me that's not fair u want me to die and u hate me and u dont even care and im sick of it abbi why is is so hard for u to care about me?
I don't respond. I don't like how I feel about this. This should be easy. He won't actually do it. He won't. He’s too self involved to kill himself. I put my phone face down on my bed. The sheets shake around it as he sends message after message. I was sleeping on a ticking bomb so I got off of it. My feet stick to the floor, I struggle to step. I might as well have been standing barefoot on ice. I trudge to my window so I can see my street at night. Winter is really coming. You can't hear as many birds as you used to. They've all gone. They've all flown away. I can see three streetlights from where I’m standing. If you can from right to left you can see the concrete fracture into the sand. I open my window and brace for the chill. I stick my head outside. The ocean is not far away. I hear it hitting the shore over and over. Waves of water splashing incessantly, almost beating out my text notifications. The street lights flicker. I think of last summer. When Seth and I got really high after the news broke that my Mom was cheating on my Dad. I was making out with that bong. Emptying bowl after bowl, clanking the glass on the road to empty it out. Just thinking about it makes me feel the street pole against my back again. I was laughing and crying. Seth leaned in and hugged me. “I’m a sure thing,” he said. “I love you and I always will.” I caught my reflection in his sunglasses. I looked awful. I shiver at the memory. My phone is still buzzing. I try to catch my breath. I shut my window and start to walk back to my bed. A room always looks different in the dark. Maybe you think you know where you are, but there is always something that can jump out at you on the floor. Like a ghostly paper bag or a vengeful shoe. Objects that seem to move on their own with the sole drive of tripping you. I crawl back into bed. There's the phantom of Dad’s snoring . I know he's not sleeping in his room, he fell asleep on the couch after finishing his seventh fifth. Sometimes my brain fills in the gaps so I can hear it everywhere. Funnily, I haven't actually heard him snore since Mom left. That's the one thing I ever heard them fight about. Before she turned out to be a whore, I guess. BZZT.BZZT.BZZT. I can't bring myself to read any of his messages. They're coming so fast all the paragraphs are lost to motion blur. Seth’s arms wrap around me and I think about the beating of his heart and the warmth of his lips against my skin. I open up the texts, ready to respond.
I love you
I text this over and over until I fall asleep.
Davis was the only senior on the bus. Somehow, everyone else had a car or a ride. It’s all right, though. James would probably give him one if he had a car, but he skated to school every morning. That's why he barely ever rode the bus with him. The bus thumped along the under paved roads. Davis forgot his earbuds at home, so the only music that accompanied him was his racing thoughts. Two sophomore girls popped their heads over. “Ohmigod, Davis!” One of them shrieked.. “As I live and breathe,” he smiled. “Nice,” she said. “I’m so excited to see your finished painting.” Davis took the lower level art class for a requirement. Like most things, he's not taking it very seriously. For their pop art unit, he's painting a portrait of the art teacher with a warthog face. It's one of his funny disruptions. He knows Mrs. Stanley is going to have a real field day with it, but it doesn't matter. Artistic liberties, he’d profess. “She's such a bitch, isn't she?” The sophomore girl turns to her compatriot, who only nods in response. “She's just jealous,” Davis says. “It must be depressing to teach art and see the youth soar above her.” “For sure,” the girl doesn't get it. Class clown is a semi-heavy burden. Davis doesn't really feel like talking to these girls, but his position demands it. Comedy informs everything about him. To the giant thrift store jeans, to the loud Hawaiian shirt. He and James are the ultimate combination, at least he likes to think so. Quiet brooding begs for bright distraction. The girl is still trying to talk to him and Davis is saying his preprogrammed lines. The bus stops in front of James’s street. Surprisingly, James is standing there. “Like I’m this close to just filling my hydroflask with vodka, yaknow?” says the chick. Maybe she's just trying to get a rise out of him. “Better be prepared to give me more than a sip,” Davis is watching James grumble towards the bus. The sun is beating down on the forming ice puddles. James stomps through them with small shattering steps. James turns up the bus aisle and plops in the seat next to Davis. Davis’s smile is genuine now, but he fights it from getting too wide. “Crash your vehicle?” Davis asks. “Something like it,” there's something off with him. Davis doesn't want to push it. “Well damn, hope insurance covers it,” Davis wants James to break and laugh. Is it just another mood or did something actually happen this time? “It won't, I got bad credit,” James grins and it's like heaven. “What's the move for you today?” “Surviving art and physics for me,” says Davis. “Those bastards love to keep me down.” “Who doesn't,” James eyes the girls who have since returned to whatever they were doing before. It's the judgement stare, as Davis calls it. James likes to observe his peers like a zoo-goer. Breaking them down to taxonomic types. Davis likes to think that James doesn't do this to him, but he knows he probably does. “It sucks you decided to be bad at school and take baby art,” James is still dissecting the sophomore girls down to their tropes. “We could have done Art II together.” “I wouldn't want to get between you and Alex. I know how you love it when people piss in jars next to you.” “That's disgusting,” James breaks his glare at the girls. “It's performance art, it's beautiful,” Davis gets up out of his seat to yell. “Everyone witness the wonderful work of Alex Madov! Disengage yourself from the shackles of capitalism by shouting with me: Poopy, pee pee, poop!” Davis gets a few chuckles from the other kids on the bus. “Sit down, fatso,” mumbles the bus driver. “I will not be silenced! I’m a messenger of the good word, sir!” “More of this shit and I’m skipping your stop!” “Fine, but I will make Alex remember on the day of judgement,” Davis sits back down. James is full belly laughing. “You're so retarded,” James wheezes. Davis can't even come back with a response. He's high off of it.
The bus pulls into the school lot with a short stop. The mobs get up and begin to race out. Davis follows James down the line. “You know Abbi?” James asks. Davis feels a little pit form in his stomach, but he doesn't change his expression. “Vaguely, what about her?” “She's in my art class,” James begins. “And I think … well you know, I’m going to talk to her.” He walks down the steps and out the door. “Doesn't she have a boyfr-” before Davis can descend the driver's arm blocks him. “I’ve had enough of your shit, kid,” he says. “If you keep being obnoxious, I’m gonna find a way to make you pay for it.” James looks back, but he can't stay. Davis knows that he's gotta get to class. James does a little wave goodbye and Davis salutes him. “Are you even listening to me?” the bus driver seethes. “Yes, sir. Divine retribution, got it.” Davis ducks underneath his arm and exits the bus. James has already disappeared into the crowd.
I pass the bong to Ashley. She starts another bowl. She’s the transport and I provide the material. The little things that keep our friendship afloat. I look at the clock in her car. “It's 8:45,” I pick a piece of bagel out of my teeth. “So that's it, we officially missed first period,” Ashley tops it off. “They won't mark us, you know. It's a study.” “Yeah, but when's the last time we signed in? I heard they're changing the policy again. Do you still have the lighter?” I toss it to her. I don't get it. It's always her idea to pick me up so we can smoke before school, why now is she suddenly caring about attendance? “We're pretty girls, we can get out of it. I’m next,” I tap on the clock. “Are you sure it's not fast?” She shakes her head as she takes a snap. We're parked in the pond area a block or two from the school. It's our designated smoking spot. I like it, even at the end of fall it's pretty. I’m so engrossed that I don't realize her tip out the bowl and put it back in the cup holder. “I don't know if it's wise to keep up the activity, we should probably get going soon,” she starts up her car again. “Okay,” I say. She reverses and swings out of the lot. We lean into the silence and it's super weird. “Seth texted me last night,” I wait for her reaction. “Oh,” she grimaces. “What did you say?” “That I loved him.” Silence again. Ashley's trying to put together something well-meaning while understanding that I’ll probably ignore whatever she has to say. “Abbi, I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life, but …” Her expression is now quizzical. She's said what she is about to say a number of different ways all ready. She thinks and thinks and decides to say nothing. Good call, I would have screamed at her. Not because what she thinks about my situation isn't true, I’m just in a ‘screaming at people mood’ because of it. “I’m going to dye my hair again,” she changes the subject to avoid conflict. Classic Ash. “Oh yeah? What color this time?” “I don't know,” she checks her reflection in the rear view. “The red has faded out, maybe blue or pink this time.” “You should go with a softer pink,” I say. “Since you're a soft spring.” “Yeah, maybe.” We enter the school lot. “Listen, do you want to get together when I do it? Maybe you can dye your hair too.” “I don't know, I might be busy,” I say. “Seth might want to do something,” I pause for her to protest. “Okay,” she says. She parks and we get out.
I barrel into art class. I don't care if I reek, out of all the teachers I can tell Mrs. Stanley smokes the most. It would be hypocritical of her to care. It looks like I’m the first one. Weird. I check my phone. It's 8:45. Well, fuck. Looks like Ashley needs to fix her clock. Mrs. Stanley is at her desk. She looks at me knowingly. “Eager to create today, Abbi?” I just nod and sit at my desk. I’m really feeling it. I open up my precalc notebook and just start sketching. Birds, eyes, trees, whatever. Kids start coming in. Their chatter echoes around me, I try to focus on what I’m doing. Someone bumps into my table. I look up. It's this lanky blonde kid, I think his name is James. He presses his hands underneath the desk as he leans up to talk to me. “Eww!” He shouts. Some kids turn and laugh. I don't. I just stare at him. James goes red and sits next to the kid who pissed in a jar. Once an adequate amount of students are in the room, Mrs. Stanley starts her lesson slideshow. On the screen is a dirty urinal. “How many of you are familiar with this work by Marcel DuChamp?” she asks. At this point, Jason, the designated meathead jock, enters the room. “Sorry I’m late, Mrs. S,” he booms. He looks at the slide. “We building bathrooms today?” Mrs. Stanley glares at him. “Wouldn't you like that? Considering you spend all of your time in there.” “Whatever,” Jason brushes his mullet behind his ears. “No, not whatever. Would you like me to move you into the sophomore class with Davis? Believe it or not he's getting much better marks than you are getting in here.” Jason rolls his eyes and takes his place in the chair next to me. “Up to a little extra curricular activities before art, Abbi?” he motions a joint in his fingers. I scoff and go on my phone. There's another text from Seth.
sorry about last night
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im reading it all right now that was fucked im sorry
I start to respond, but before I can Mrs. Stanley outstretches her hand. “Give me your phone, Miss Hagerty. I’m sick of giving you warnings.” I don't have the energy to fight, I just give it to her. “You can pick it up at the end of the day.” My jaw actually drops. Jason must have really set her off, she's not usually such a cunt to me. “Anyways, found art. What is it? Well, found art is the use of everyday objects to convey an altered meaning. It can be something you find on the street or something that once held value to you. For example, My Bed by Tracey Elim.” She pulls up a picture of a messy bed that looks suspiciously like my own. “So for your final unit of the semester, you will be making your own found art. I really want you to take this project a little more seriously than most of you have been taking this class. I’m giving you the privilege of picking your own partners, but I’d like to remind you to be thoughtful with your choice. This will be worth more for your grade.” I look around. I don't have any friends here. I toy around with the idea of asking Jason for convenience and he looks like he's about to pull that move. Behind me there's that James guy. He’s sheepishly looking at me. He seems kind of nice. Okay. I don't feel like getting up so I just turn around in my chair. “Hey James, wanna be partners?” He balks a bit and then smiles at me. “Yeah, totally,” He's beaming and it's somewhat endearing. Alex and I switch seats and now I’m next to him. “I’m gonna be real with you …” I begin. He stops and shifts a little. “I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing for this.” He regards me oddly. Like he's trying to piece me together. It doesn't bother me. “She said we have to bring in an object that's special to us and present it artistically basically,” he rubs his chin. Damn, I must be baked to hell. I didn't hear her saying that at all. “So got any stuffed animals we can cut up and make Lovecraftian monstrosities out of?” “I got a hamster cage, hold the hamster,” I say. It comes out kind of weird and I probably sound stupid, but he doesn't seem to care. “Let's make a fucking zoo.” “Perfect!” He’s kind of cute actually. In a way. Something about this feels fun. I realize the bell will ring soon. “So um,” I rip out a page of my precalc notebook, still fresh with my drawings. I scrawl out my number and push it to him. “Call me so we can figure out the project some more.” I pack up all my stuff and start to head out. I can feel him watching me and it's not that bad. “I sure will,” he says. Everything feels really groovy. There's a lightness now. I’m halfway out the door when I remember my phone. I can't believe that I just forgot about Seth. I think about begging for my phone, but I feel too above that. Still, something shakes the good feeling as the bell rings.

One of my classes still has no grades in past like the second week in the semester. The TA for it sent out an email that he was working on the grades and I just want to make sure everything’s going normally.

I was taking Prof. Esparza's Intro to PoliSci course this past semester. All grades consist of the quizzes and four exams, and he hasn't updated the grades on the last quizzes despite it being past the deadline. Who do I go to?

Long story short I did about a year and some change in the United States for high school. Moved to India for school because of a work mishap on my parent's behalf. The situation was all a little mucky but essentially it resulted in me(a US citizen) living in India with my uncle without either of my parents. I joined school about four months late in sophomore year and had a ton of health issues arise because of the move.
So I somehow managed to pull together a 36/56 in the MYP-5 eAssessments and figured I'd go back to the United States the year after. Thing is, I didn't. Not complaining or anything but I guess my mind wasn't in it. With all the health issues, the new family around me(and the restrictions that came with them), as well as the fact that I wasn't given a chance to actually process the move(even during summer break) I just crumpled.
It was like trying to drive a half broken down car, it'd move for a while and then break down and then start up again after a couple kicks to the engine. It was a ton of high's and lows. I got a 29/45 for semester 1 of DP 1 and after that my mental health plummeted to an all time low.
Towards the end of second semester I guess my OCD(at least I think that's what very unhealthy and random fixations that seem world changing but really aren't are) started to feel like it had more room in my brain and it started eating me up. Suffice it to say, I didn't do all that well.
For Math AI HL I got a 5 on paper 1, a 4 on paper 2, and a 2 paper 3. A gosh darned 2. I only have two other grades at the time of the creation of this post. Computer Science HL; paper 1 : 4, paper 2: 2. A freaking 2. English SL: paper 1 was a 4, and paper 2 was a 4 as well. I'm not sure what exactly my other grades are at this current time but considering how mentally deranged I was, I cannot be hopeful, genuinely. I know, this is all my fault, and heck I may just be venting. All of this is probably one big excuse, if I really wanted it I could've probably could've chucked aside all of my problems right? I don't know.
My question is, what do I do to save myself and my college application? My parent pay's tax to the state of Illinois and UIUC said there's a possibility of me being able to get in state.
My grades for DP 1 semester 2 aren't only decided by my exam scores but I'm not sure if they will get me past a 5 in most of my subjects. My freshman year I had a 3..33 unweighted GPA and a 3.5 weighted GPA. Not great.
I don't know what to do. Can anyone help me? Will any of the stuff above be a good thing to put in a college essay?(that's mainly way I vented/ranted)
What is the best way to leverage my situation and grades in order to get into a decent school?
Thank you for reading my reading my rant.

I have tried an tried and tried from 11th grad till my 2nd year of Btech to just have some epic academic comeback. But the problem is that i just am never able to do it..
Its just a different reason every time, sometimes its phone distracting me sometimes its my obsession with sports and sometimes its movies and tv shows. And even if i do manage to sit down and study the initial stages of studying without the pressure of a deadline seem to be very very difficult. The concepts never come to me in one go. Some concepts seem to easy and hence become boring and some things seem so hard that it demotivates me for the rest of the session. I am never able to execute my study schedules.....
I just completed my second year end term and i may have a few backs. I expected this since my academics have slacked of in the last year. However i will once again make a list of things to change in my life, such as wake up early, do some coding daily, go to the fucking gym study the syllabus in advance, etc..
This wont be the first or my last time giving myself false hopes again. And now i have expected myself to fail again miserably in the next two months.
Is there anyone who was a below average or average student, then just changed their academic status in one single semester or something. I have frankly never seen such examples ever in my life. From what i have noticed after studying in the same school for all my life, the students who were generally good academically in 2nd or 3rd grade remain to be the so called toppers forever. I have never ever seen someone go form average or below to top notch scholar ever,
The fact that hurts me the most is that i try, I genuinely sacrifice my social life, my outings etc., to be able to study....however there are people who engage all sorts of entertainment like clubbing and sports and seem to breeze through college. Furthermore i have no technical skills. All my coding knowledge is limited to the algorithms taught in class while here are people who have been coding since 5th grade and know 8-9 languages.
Has anyone here ever had that transition that i have been trying for the past 5 to 6 years. How did you do it, please batao. How do i go from being a nobody to someone who has the skillset that are at least the bare minimum to become hirable.

i have received my first 2:2 grade (52%) 🥲 in one out of 2 exams for the module (the first assessment i got 60+). all of my other modules have been at 60+ and firsts. this final exam kicked my ass and it’s really getting to me because i’ve been going at 2:1’s since the beginning of first year. is this literally one “low” grade going to affect me getting my 2:1 overall for first year like i’ve been expecting? sorry if it sounds stupid it’s just really knocked me. thankss

this is a copy paste from another post in another channel but i need as much help as possible. i’m sick. suddenly got hit with runny nose and kept sneezing. also have sore throat. been sick since last saturday (it’s wednesday 12am) my period was expected yesterday but it never came. i’m assuming the sudden cold threw off my cycle. i just want my period to be over with as my period cramps can be extremely painful + i have tests and exams coming next week. so i wouldn’t want it to affect my grades (it happened twice before) how do i make it come faster so i can get it over with ? what are signs i should be looking out for so i know it’d come ? lately my stomach have been very bloated or just felt very tight and uncomfortable at night. it’s normal for me but it’s still super uncomfortable.

Hello fellow redditors,
Wanting to ask your advice on this.. as i am in dilemma 😬 Sorry for the wall of text, i tried to compress it as much as possible.
I am actively job seeking atm. Am now working in a corporate design job, i was in this company a few years ago, and left 7 years ago due to toxic management. I was put on PIP at that time & left after a fews months, without any job lined up.
I went back there 1.5 years ago, as my good colleague poached me & told me that the culture is better now (good people manager & support).. bad decision on my end. 1 year in, things were really great & i was really happy to be back. Then there was change in the team, and sales were declining, so it has been a stressful time for me, as my workload doubled up within a short period of time - lots of overtime & weekend work. On top of that, they put me on a coaching plan for 8weeks. Basically i have to improve, and if not, i will be put on PIP. I have been working my ass off the past few months, there were lots of nights where i cried & felt like a zombie coming home from work. The outcome of my work have been great imo, and everyone can see that. But some feedback from management is that there are still things to be improved.
Towards the end of the coaching plan, team leader said that seems like nothing bad will happen, but its pending review from hr & upper management. I also told her that i have been working above & beyond & she acknowledges that. It is still pending now, as some people are away. Apparently my manager (my team leader’s manager) is also going thru the similar thing (she is put on PIP). She is taking a personal leave now & heard rumours we are unsure if she is coming back 😰
I have been interviewing in some companies. Most of them were unsuccessful. I had a 2nd interview last week & the decision will be made this week. My only concern is: they keep saying it is a high pressure fast paced role, as it is quite a small team, they are a serious fun company. They also need employees to be on site 5days, no flexible working. It takes me 1,5 hour to get there (one way). And the pay is lower than my current (they asked whether im willing to take paycut at 1st interview).
If my current situation is not as uncertain, i wouldn’t probably take the role if offered.. But because it is really uncertain now, in this current job market - I dont know if i should just take it when offered & if it gets too toxic then i can always look for another role ?
Thank you so much in advanced 🙏🏻

Some history: Our cat (12 or 13, f, neutered, methimazole for hyperthyroidism) began showing signs of some diarrhea, not eating weight loss just after Thanksgiving. After seeing her primary vet in early January, FortiFlora and Metronidazole were tried for diarrhea. Neither worked, nor does FortiFlora pro, and stool had become almost all liquid by early Feb. Blood work had also showed elevated heart enzymes. Ultrasound at the end of February showed HCM and a cecal mass, so she was referred to a specialty clinic.
Surgery to remove rhe mass on 3/19 confirmed high grade lymphoma. After meeting with an oncologist on 4/18, my husband and I decided on palliative care through primary vet.
She has been receiving weekly B12 injections and subcutaneous fluids since 4/19. Psyllium fiber was added, as was prednisolone. The steroid was twice a day for first week and once a day since.
B12 and steroid has been helping with vomiting until recently (diarrhea has never been able.to be controlled). I know that prednisolone as palliative care will only work for so long. My question is, as stated in the title, does vitamin B12 also lose its effectiveness over time?
(Over the past couple.of days we have been seeing less eating, though our cat has always been a picky eater, and part of me hopes she has decided she doesn't like what we've been feeding her. She'll still eat Churu and baby food.)

Don’t know if this is the right page or not but anyway I was in a “situationship” with this guy for one year, we never made it official but we would hang out , sleep together drink, all the time. I think I became a little bit obsessed with him because I looked at him as a challenge which sounds ridiculous because I’m the girl. I know I’m an adult and I need to take fault in what I’ve done but I really think this guy was bad luck and just not good for me. I totaled my 1st car after him and I left the bar; he picked me up still got charged with a hit and run. Got another car on my way to see him got a DUI (got rear ended) ; he knew what happened and still had the audacity to ask me to drink the night I got out of jail. We still hung out and slept together since after that. We hung out again and I broke my leg and he didn’t even react. I have told him to leave me alone in the past but he just did not get it, even if I was on a date with another guy he just did not care. So after I broke my leg, my mom who’s never met him ever found him on Facebook and basically laid it out for him and told him he needs to leave me alone because he is ruining everything good I have going for me. Like I said I know this is all my fault but I do think the reactions have to have a part of it too.

Hi everyone. I just felt the need to let some of this out and maybe gather some advice on how to move forward. I passed by my ex while I was driving the other day and I realized, that despite everything that has happened between us, and the utter callousness that she discarded me with, I still love and miss her (and worry a bit for her).
This was my first relationship and maybe that is why I still feel so loyal to the idea I have of her. We started out so amazingly, and after two years it started to turn very sour. She stopped trusting me, and started searching through my phone and computer every chance she got. She turned on location sharing for my phone as well. After a half a year of this I felt compelled to break up with her. I did that very poorly and failed to properly explain why I was doing it. I felt that I had to end the relationship because of this despite being very much still in love with her. The next 7 months I did my best to avoid her, and she did her best to pull me back in. We had promised to try again the following Summer, but she kept reaching out earlier. There was a lot of dramatic things said and it culminated in me leaving someone I had started seeing to go back to her. 4 months later we had failed to work out our issues and I had to leave for school again. So I asked for us to put a pin in everything for a bit and let me focus on school. After a month, I realized I wanted to put everything I had into making it work with her, that I loved her and that I didn't want to feel this way about anyone else or have her become a stranger, so I resolved to message her after a big exam. I figured that everyone has their issues, and for the rest of her qualities, I could accept the ones she had and work around them.
Two days before that, she reached out to me to tell me it was done. She came to my house, made a show of how she had a new life in our hometown and refused to speak to me after that. A month later she was dating someone new, who was the opposite of what I know her to value. I wasn't that jealous, but I was really really hurt by this. I had avoided formal dating for her benefit for a year after we broke up, by her request. I had believed her when she talked about her faith in us, and her love for me. I had no explanation from her, just a complete doorslam.
As you're reading this you might be kind of confused about why I still feel this way, it's so obviously toxic. I know I was. Months went by, and I realized I wasn't able to open up to anybody new. I still couldn't understand how she had started dating someone so quickly, and so seriously. It had to be a rebound right? But it's still going strong 8 months later.
After those first three months, I had a period of hibernation where I just didn't feel like going out, seeing anybody new, or entertaining any aspect of dating. Then I felt a bit of a revival, I started going out, doing the things I used to enjoy, worrying less. I started looking forward to the future. Now, I've moved home from school, and she lives 4 blocks away from me. I walk my dog in fear of a jumpscare. I walk past places where we would hang out or grab coffee after work, or sandwiches. I was thinking about her more and more since coming home, despite focusing on other things I enjoy. After seeing her in passing yesterday it just all crashed back down and I feel like I'm back in the 1st month. I'm pretty sure her new boyfriend has moved abroad for a while, and maybe that will make her think of me again (I'm fairly certain it's a rebound). I just don't know. I don't think she wants to hear or see me. I don't know if she's mad or if she misses me or if she's completely indifferent now. But the problem is now I am thinking about it. Now I greedily want to run into her again. I want her to think of me, I want to catch up. I hope for an apology, and an explanation. The ball is in her court and has been for months. I just didn't realize I was still waiting around like a dope. It feels like such a step back. How can I still feel this way after 8 months of no contact? I just feel hopeless now.

Hello everyone,
I’m a junior in high school, and I’ve been doing dual enrollment at the local college over the past 2 years. I want to go to grad school, but I’ve gotten some unpleasureable grades (1 D, a C, and a couple of B minuses). I was a little too ambitious… taking 2 upper level college classes + auditing + high school classes.
Does anyone know how this will transfer to my undergraduate school, and how that will affect my chances of getting into a grad school? Would they be sympathetic to the mistakes of a 16 year old? What should I be doing right now so that I can get into a good grad school?
Thank you guys
Edit: I probably should note that I’m interested in physics, and the most recent C and D were in “Electrodynamics” and “Lagrangian mechanics” respectively

To be honest I don't know how I feel about my writing. I was hoping you guys could give some advise to help me improve. I'm new to writing longer fic, most of the stuff I wrote before is one shots and poems. Also English isn't my first language, so I'm in unfamiliar territory.

1. I'm kinda regretting writing my story in past tense. I think that present tense would have been better, reserving the past tense for my flashbacks. Is it too late to change it? I mean it would mean having to rewrite the whole fic. The problem is I altered posted 6 chapters and I'm worried it would mess it up. What do you think, should I do it. Would I loose readers? I don't want to have to repost the whole fic, because I would loose all my comments and kudos. what is the best choice here?
2. From what I learned in school and from the advice I read online, show don't tell is one of the most important rules of writing. However that is my exact problem. When I read my stuff I get the feeling like my writing is too dry and not descriptive enough and my beta agrees with me, but every time I try to be descriptive it comes off as flowery and it just feels like it was written by other people. How can I add more descriptive elements without sounding too flowery?
3. On that same note, my beta said that I tend to over explain scenes like for example in one chapter of my fic, there are several scenes where one character refusing help due to being stubborn and not wanting to be a burden and and the other character being frustrated/feeling they are taken advantage and wanting to end the friendship. I was trying to show how their friendship slowly imploded and as such certain elements pop up again and again. My beta said that it was too repetitive and that readers are not idiots who can pick up on themes without being hit over the head with a hammer. She's right of cause, but to be honest I'm not sure I'm good at writing subtext. Do you guys have any resources or tips to help me improve in that area?

Edit: Please do not delete this post. Yes I posted it before, but deleted the post because I wanted to change the title and that wasn't possible after posting. I'm not trying to spam just get this post out. sorry for any inconvenience.

I'm so devastated. I'm emotionally and physically drained. I had over 7 hours of exams yesterday, all HL. When I finished the exams they were all leaked shortly after. Seeing the papers I studied my ass off for these past two years leaked, with thousands of views broke me to pieces. I finished bio p2 today, and two hours after I left the exam hall it was leaked. All of it. I spent hours every single day studying these last few months, bought textbooks, revision resources, did external tutoring. I scored 7s consistently in every past paper l've done during my revision recently. That's all fucking meaningless. None of it matters. The grade boundaries are going to skyrocket, l'm not gonna make my offers. I need 766 in HL, and bio was supposed be that 7. I had it in the bag. I fucking had it. All my teachers who told me l'll never achieve the grades I wanted are echoing in my head. They were right. After I worked tirelessly to try prove them wrong. I've still got 3 exams to go. I've fucking given up at this point. I was supposed to enjoy my summer, live the life that was ripped away from me by covid and then the IB programme. Now I can't. I'll have the sickening worry in the back of my mind that my last 2 years of life were for nothing. I lost out on so much that l'll never get back. All for fucking nothing. Leakers. Genuinely, I hope you fail. Like we will have to due to your disgusting selfishness. You'll drop out or be expelled from your unis you cheated to get into because they'll realise you don't have the competency to achieve a degree. You'll be dropout scum and forever be disappointments to your family. Actually fuck you all for doing this.

What happens if a professor doesn’t put in the final grade for their class past its deadline (I.e., noon today)?
Any help is appreciated

What do you think everyone else's dreams are? And how would it play out? Some I can figure out/guess easier than others. But it's a bit shallow...
Heartslaybul
Riddle - the freedom and love he missed out on in childhood with his mom.
Trey - probably something with baking, either the family business branching out or him getting every baking tool and ingredient at his disposal.
Cater - based on his vignettes, more respect and care from his family? The ability to be more open and have long lasting friends?
Ace - he seems pretty content already honestly, maybe better grades.
Deuce - honor student.
Savanaclaw
Leona - being recognized and praised for his talents and accomplishments, being on top for once.
Jack - also seems pretty content, maybe to have Leona be the idol he believed he was.
Ruggie - less poor, whether that's being filthy rich or middle class (this extends to his friends and family back home).
Octavinelle
Azul - Jack of all trades, master of all. Wants to be part of and the best at anything he wants.
Jade - too secretive to tell, best guess is whatever Azul and Floyd wants.
Floyd - whatever his heart desires at that very moment, as long as it's not boring.
Scarabia
Kalim - having fun and being friends with Jamil.
Jamil - freedom from servitude and from Kalim, probably traveling.
Pomefiore
Vil - to be 1st place, to be a hero, to be in the top charts, to beat Neige.
Epel - tall and buff manly man.
Rook - I saw the spoilers, can't see anything else for him.
Ignihyde
Idia - we know...
Ortho - have Idia go out more and make friends/be social/be less dependant on his tablet and him.
Diasomnia
Malleus and sebek we know, and Lilia's we're in the middle of. Silver's is most likely the same as Malleus and Sebek's.
Ramshackle
Grim - best mage, infinite tuna, and on a more hidden note to stay with Yuu at NRC. He's a simple guy.
Yuu - [insert oc here], my oc's dream is simply just to stay with everyone and be able to go home whenever they want.

I applied to a 2nd grade position and they let me know I didnt get the 2nd but should put in for the 1st that just opened up!:) Do you think I would have to re-interview if I just interviewed last week?