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Hi gang! I just started my first week of t and I wanted to gush to someone in my age bracket and maybe gain some perspective on being an older ftm guy.
I've been dreading my 30s for... years now. Last year, when I turned 29, I finally decided I wanted to start the next decade of my life as a guy, but put the process off because I didn't even have a PCP.
Anyway, now that I'm halfway to my 30th (and the fear is setting in), I finally took a friend's advice and went in for a consultation at a trans clinic expecting fück all (living in a red state). I had an awesome experience with the doc and literally left with a t script the same day. It was genuinely SO validating to have someone trust that I'm nearly 30 and know what I want. I've been so used to (as a former young woman) hearing the dreaded "Why? Are you sure?" from doctors to the most banal stuff (shoutout to the doc who refused to check my iron levels because "all women think they have anemia but they never do"). The only question this doc asked me was "How long have you wanted to start t?" and found my "6 months" to be sufficient. For the first time EVER I felt happy to be 29 and finally be deemed 'old enough' to make my own decisions and be taken seriously.
(But if I'm being real, in like 6th grade I went to a girl's summer camp and told everyone a boy's name instead of my yucky girl one and had a very blissful 3 weeks of feeling giddy every time someone addressed me, but that's not relevant.)
My app was on a Tuesday, I got my t shot on Friday, and the wildest thing is, I don't have such a deep and profound dread of turning 30 anymore? I'm excited to see the changes I'll have by the time I'm 40, 50, which is so shocking to me because I've spent the last 3 years pretending I'm still 24. I just feel so EXCITED for my future, which I have not felt in YEARS. And the timing works out perfectly because by my b-day, I'll have been on t for 6 moths and will, as desired, start my 3rd decade as a guy.
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So, rambling aside, guys who started later in life, what's something you're looking forward to in your 30s and 40s? And guys who are already in their late 30s/40s, what was the best change that came with aging? What do I have to look forward to? (Even if that involves balding.)

super senior here and i’m finally graduating this june. i just want to medyo share my experience sa amv kasi up to now, ‘di pa rin ako makapaniwala na natapos ko rin siya.
in the 5 years na andito ako, thrice ako bumagsak, once every year from 1st year to 3rd year. of course, not my proudest moments. at one point rin, triny ko na umalis kaso hindi ako natanggap sa college na lilipatan ko sana. growing up, lagi akong nasa honors, may medal/s. but simula nung nag-college ako, nawala yun and sobrang nakakadismaya, nakakawalang gana, nakakahiya, lahat na.
but finally, nairaos rin. to incoming freshies of amv, current amvians, and fellow seniors: i want to give you guys the tighest hugs with consent. hindi madali itong college na pinasukan natin kaya maging proud kayo sa sarili niyo dahil proud na ako agad sa inyo. tuloy lang ang laban pero wag ninyo papabayaan sarili niyo. also, good luck sa finals! 🍀
to batch 2024: see you sa baccmass and qpav! pwede na tayo magpahinga 😭
edit: typos, need ko na talaga matulog kasi ilang araw na akong kinakain ng kaba kakahintay ng grades

I swear to God I'm going to pull my hair out
Overall/Science GPA: 3.15/ 2.97
Masters Overall/science GPA: 3.6/3.6
Last quarter of overall/science GPA: 3.51/3.51
Last half of overall/science GPA: 3.35/3.23
Bio-Chem-Physics GPA: 3.10
DAT score (include AA and all sections): All 20s
State of Residence: Michigan
Undergrad Attended: Detroit Mercy
Major: Bio
Minority? ORM mixed/ NO
Reapplicant? 4th time
Masters attended: Oakland University
Masters of arts in bio
Dental Experience: 100 hours between two dentists, 250 between 3 different NPOs as volunteer dental assistant. (350 hours total)
Volunteering Experience: Roughly 120 hours volunteering in a NPO and a local church for food drives.
Employment: Worked at golf course for 1000+ hours, worked as a park rangeguard for ~300 hours, starting new job as a specimen processor.
Research: None
Other Extracurriculars: none
Have you volunteered/shadowed/attended events at any dental schools? Interviewed at Midwestern-ill
LOR type and strength: Strong grad letter, moderate dental letter, strong undergrad letter, an old committee letter
Personal statement has been considered strong.
Criticisms:
Colorado: needed more dental experience, quoted 350 hours. Everything else was liked.
Status- Acquired, obtaining more
Nevada: Need more recent dental experience, less than a year old. Everything else was liked.
Status- Already accomplished, they just misread my app, obtaining more experience
Detroit: Grades suck, masters is questionable due to being 2 classes a semester not 3.
Status- yep. Dunno how to respond other than saying the school recommended 2 classes at a time.
School list:
Midwest-ill (interviewed last cycle)
New england (3rd time)
AT Ari
AT Miss (2nd)
Lincoln
Nova SE (2nd)
Roseman (2nd)
Touro (2nd)
Colorado (2nd)
Detroit (3rd time applying)
Louisville (3rd time applying)
Edit: link to my vent months ago. Some of this stuff I was able to incorporate into my PS without sounding pitiful. https://www.reddit.com/predental/s/mD7VcCmV5h

TL/DR; A really terrible 9th grade bully keeps coming after me about my red hair, so I snitch on her, leading her to almost get suspended, and to get kicked out of her weekend grade trip.
At my school, there's this girl Kylie (Not her real name) who goes to my school. For a bit of context, I am in my 3rd year of high school, and life has been pretty great other than with Kylie. She is 2 years younger than me, but even though she is so young, nobody other than her close group of friends and people she hasn’t picked on like her. She has a close friend group of the “popular girls” in their grade, so she has a lot of influence on everyone else her age.
On to the actual story now. Kylie is really mean to a lot of people both older and younger than her. As for me, a couple of months ago, she started coming at me for my red hair. I have very bright red hair, and she will not stop with her attacks on my hair. At the beginning, I was friends with her because she was the friend of a friend, so I thought it was just a joke and that it would stop, or just be a one and done. Little did I know that that was only the beginning of the nightmare that every interaction I had with her would become.
She started out by joking about me looking like Ed Sheeran, or asking where I hid my pot of gold, which I originally found pretty funny, but eventually it worsened. At one point, we were in the middle of a talk about something completely unrelated to anything with hair when she suddenly told me the truth hurts, then screamed, “All gingers deserve to be exterminated!”, as loud as she could in front of everyone, then just continued as though nothing had happened.
This next part needs some more context. There is a park near our high school that she claims for herself and her friends on all fridays. She kicks out anyone who she has not specifically told they could go to the park. She doesn’t even do anything, just standing around gossiping with her friends. The thing is, I really like hanging out there for breaks, because of all the benches around the park. So on one particular friday, I sat down with my sketchbook and started drawing, minding my own business and not making a sound. Kylie and her friends walk over to me and try to tell me to go away. The following interaction went something like this;
Kylie: Excuse me, OP, but you need to leave. This is our day, so you can’t be here.
Me: Sorry, what? This is a public park, I don’t need to move anywhere. Besides, I’m just minding my business. Could you leave me alone please?
Kylie started getting all up in my face and put her hand on my shoulder before saying that I should just leave before they have to make me. Another piece of context; the shoulder she had just forcefully put her hand happened to be the shoulder of the arm I just had vaccinated that morning. I calmly told her to take her hand off my arm, before I removed it myself. I went back and took a seat on another bench and went back to drawing. After a couple of seconds, I heard someone approaching me, and I looked up to see Kylie, with her fist drawn, and then she punched me in the arm I had the injection in.
When I say that it hurt, it hurt so badly that I broke down in tears and started crying on the bench as Kylie scoffed at me, rolled her eyes, and told me to stop over-reacting. All her friends started laughing at me, as one of my close friends, the friend who had introduced me to her, approached to see what all the commotion was about. Kylie turned around and called my friend over. Gesturing to me, she told my friend, “Thank goodness you’re here. Can you take that thing,” pointing at me, “ away from us?”
After I heard what she said, still crying, I went over to her and told her not to call me it or that, and to please refer to me as OP, or my pronouns. After a while, she just kept calling me it, that, ginger, monster, creature, you name it. Anything she could think of to describe me other than my name or pronouns.
Now for my revenge. I told the principal and vice-principal at our school how Kylie had been bullying me and a bunch of other students, and they said they would talk to her. Afterwards, she came to me fuming and screamed at me that I had almost gotten her suspended and she got kicked out of our school's next big trip. She then told me that I was going to regret doing what I did.
After this, I started noticing that she was avoiding me and not talking to me. I thought that this would all finally be over, but about a week ago, I passed her in the hallway, and she screamed, and hid while saying ginger over and over again. I told my school counselor, but she just told me there was nothing she could do, and that since I was older than her, I should just stand up for myself and be the bigger person, but this is really affecting me and my school experience, and I have no idea what to do. Should I try and get something more done about it, or should I stand up for myself and be the bigger person? Overall, Am I The Jerk?

So this was in like 3rd-5th grade and my best friend at the time (were still friends now) was being really annoying like she kept tapping me and doing that thing where you put your fingers in a peace sign and put it behind someone’s head to make it look like bunny ears and I kept swatting her hand away but she didn’t stop so I turned around and karate chopped her arm REAL hard and she started crying and I didn’t know what to do so I just ran away. Some time later the teacher came up to me and told me to go apologise to her so I went up to her and saw she was in a sling and I was like “I’m sorry I hit you please don’t be mad at me” and peace was restored. I remember thinking I wasn’t sorry it happened but I’m sorry I got in trouble for it. (Obviously I never told her this)

Since a very young age i never sticked to a particular sport i used to try every single sports option i had infront of me so I couldn’t achieve anything big in sports due to my this nature but whatsoever sports i played in i aced it. From 1st to 4th grade i was in school’s archery team and when i was 4th i came 4th in the age category i was in at district level and i was youngest one in that category but I couldn’t stretch this sport for long as i changed my school and the school i went to didn’t had this particular sport and from there i started playing cricket 5th grade to 7th grade and again i was able to make it in the school team despise there were alot of applicants and i played well but not that good to be called so achievable but in that period of time i started to learn robotics and in 7th grade again i was selected via the coaching to be a member of its representatives in a world championship, I came 2nd in regionals and 3rd in nationals couldn’t make it to the international just because of 2 points but after that the lockdown came in and again i lost it so from 8th to 9th I didn’t do anything in sports yet i was attending alot of MUNs during that time and i changed my school again!!! So in 10th i started with volleyball and again made it into the team but as a captain i played atleast 15 - 20 district level tournaments as a setter but after that again i changed my school and the current school i am in doesn’t have any sports team to be a part of. But i am event managing head of my school and i have organised alot of MUNs and various events for my school so ik a bit how leadership skills work and team managing and leading is so important .So i am concerned if i fill in these small achievements the interviewer might think i give up early and thats the main reason i kept changing my interests but give up tab karunga na jab harunga i did my best in every sport i went in and never lost but wahi jab me recommended candidates ke podcast sunta hu toh i get see the amount of achievements they have in sports at a huge level which makes me a bit unconfident with my own achievements

Recently I've been considering the possibility I might have dysgraphia. I'm not looking for someone to diagnose me, I know the internet can't do that, just looking for some input.
So I'm diagnosed with ADHD and general anxiety, and it's been suggested I could be autistic, but never diagnosed. I've never had issues with reading, but ever since I was in elementary school, I've struggled to write legibly. (Couldn't stay in the lines, mixed up letters, etc) I can recall at least one occasion where I had to redo a math assignment because I wrote the number 6 backwards and it was counted as a 2. My teacher in 4th grade was especially harsh about it. (She would make me take extra time with her so I could learn to make letters the 'right' way, and once flat out told me I was bad at writing)
Another thing is that I've always struggled to write lots of sentences, and I've always been slower than my classmates. I'm the kid who always asks the teacher to go back because I'm not finished with the notes. My hand also tends to hurt a lot, to the point that when I was younger I'd take frequent breaks to run my fingers under cold water.
It's gotten.. somewhat better as I've aged, but I still have to put a lot of focus in. What brought on my recent round of questioning was when I found out an exam at school would have a timed written response question on paper, and I practically had a panic attack thinking about doing it, which led me to reexamine some things.
(Not sure if it's related, but I also never learned to ride a bike, can hardly tie my shoes, and run into stuff. A lot.)
Just wanted to share my experience, and didn't know where else to do it. :)

Another AGAD rant/review, sorry.
I absolutely loved the first book, hooked me right in. The sequel, Good Girl, Bad Blood, was also quite good with a mystery that didn't feel redundant and characters growths.
But As Good As Dead was such a frustrating read.
The DT killer's identity was quite obvious, but I don't mind that part. The kidnapping part was hands down the best part of the book. The suspense had me on the edge of my seat.
Sidenote: I've seen people on TT say they only understood the cover after part II, which is funny, because to me it was clear she would get kidnapped as soon as I picked up the book and saw the duct tape. My Criminal Minds rotten brain is showing I guess.
Everything up until she decides to cover the murder was good. I was screaming at her to just run when she turned back to kill Jason, but even that could be excused and explained away and justified to an extent. It would've been considered self defense. She would've been fine.
Everything Pip does after was so stupid and frustrating I had to put the book down and I almost DNF it until I came here and people said the end was worth it. I'm kinda blaming y'all /s.
The ending felt so rushed and illogical.
The way she escaped is described to the millimeter. Covering the murder and framing Max is explained in great details.
And then...nothing? What?
Billy Karras was released so quickly with no more explanation for us.
One sentence on the verdict of the trial that changed her whole life.
What exactly did she say in the 3rd season of the podcast besides the first episode?
It's funny the way she talked about cutting her family and friends off because from what I understood Fairview is commuting distance from NYC. Doesn't her dad work in the city? Trying to go no contact when everyone is only a 45 min train ride away just seems silly. As if her mom wouldn't just have shown up at her dorm? (And also, why pay for dorms when you're commuting distance?)
Furthermore, cutting everyone from your life after implicated them in different crimes is certainly a choice.
I would've love a scene with Becca. And another with detective Hawkins, who knows it's her but will never be able to prove it or even willingly deciding to turn a blind eye, even more after discovering that his murdered friend was actually a serial killer.
The ending also somehow lacked closure on Pip's internal issues. No mention of Charlie or Stanley or the pills. I know she technically "saves herself to save herself" but it's kinda glossed over, glaringly so since it was such an important point in the first half of the story.
And then, after all of this and rooting for Pip & Ravi, we only get a text? Don't even get me started on that.
I honestly wouldn't have mind her getting caught, it would've been more interesting.
I don't necessarily regret finishing the book, but I hate that it's the last taste I'll have of this otherwise great series.

Pa rant lang ... Lahat ng mata ng relatives nmin is laging nasa amin ng sister ko since (maybe?) we're from a broken family. Maybe just to guide us in case mag rebelde dahil wala both parents, nasa abroad. Father since grade 3 and mother since 3rd yr high school.
I grew up na ginagawa lahat ng gusto nila, lahat ng gusto ng magulang or relatives ko. Laging pag bigyan sister ko dahil ako mas nakakatanda (by a year lang), kunin ung collage degree na di ko naman talaga gusto, alagaan lola sa mother side kahit pa ang dami naman namin iba pang pinsan. And many more.
Then, my grandmother past away. Tapos sumunod din namatay sister ko after 2 months at the age of 22 due to motorcycle accident. Sobrang sakit nito dahil biglaan unlike nung sa grandmother nmin na due to old age na nakapag ready kami. Then nasa abroad pa parents namin. I felt so alone kahit pa anjan naman mga relatives namin and bf ko. I cried, pero I had to be strong dahil uuwi magulang namin na wala na isang anak nila.
After my sister passed away, bumalik din abroad agad parents nmin. While ako, naiwan na lang mag isa sa bahay, my bf and I decided na mag live in na. Then umuwi kami sa kanila, we decided na makihati sa business ng mother nya. I know kahit pa hindi sabihin ng mother ko and relatives ko, kontra sila sa desisyon kong yon. I know behind my back, ako pinaguusapan nila ako and bf ko, dahil hindi naman nila gusto bf ko in the first place. Eto pa lang yung desisyon na ginawa ko na hindi ko sinundan ung gusto nila. Then,every occasion namin sa family after this, halos ayaw ko ng pumunta. Dahil lagi na lang nilang tanong and sinasabi is "Ano ng balak mo nyan, magtitinda ka na lang?" "Kelan ka mag tatrabaho?" "Sayang College degree mo tsaka ung pinag aralan mong caregiver kung magtitinda ka na lang"
Then, my mother decided na umuwi na. To stay here na for good. I was so torn between my mother and my live in partner. Kung uuwi na ba ko kay mother ko, pano naman ung business namin ng partner ko? So me and my partner decided na after ng pagtitinda nmin, uuwi ako kay mother, then susunduin na lang nya ako pag gabi kahit la sobrang pagod na ko. Then here comes our relatives again with their questions. This time, di na direct saken, kay mother na "Ano ng balak ng anak mo?" "Di ka na aalis? Bat di na lang anak mo mag abroad, sayang pinang aralan" "Bakit hindi dito natutulog anak mo ngayong nandito ka na?" And many more. Ang bigat lang sakin nito dahil I grew up pleasing them, na ginagawa ko lahat ng gusto nila. Just this thing with me and my partner lang ang di ko sinunod.
I have lots of things going on in my head and hindi sila nakakatulong sa mga side comments nila. Bakit, sila ba pinapakelaman namin buhay ng mga anak nila? Sila ba gusto nilang may masabi din kami sa mga anak nila? I stayed silent all this years kahit pa alam kong andami nilang sinasabi tungkol saken.
I tried seeking for a mental health professional dahil andami ng di magandang pumasok sa isip ko. Like ending my life, na sana ako na lang nawala and hindi ung sister ko and many more. Hindi sila aware dito and isa lang naman din sasabihin nila kapag nalaman nila. Na ano, ganito na lang ako? Di mag momove on? Like what, 2yrs na lumipas since nawala kapatid ko, ganito pa din ako.
Nakakasawa na lang na bawat galaw ko, may nasasabi at nakikita silang mali. Nakakapagod na. Yaw ko na.

So, I'm in unique situation and figured I'd ask random people on the internet for advice, since we don't fit into many of the boxes you usually see with this question.
Backstory- We adopted two kids from a foreign country 2 years ago. English is not their native language. At adoption my son E (age 6) and his sister C (age 8) could not count to ten, say the alphabet, or write their names (In their native language). Covid basically cancelled two years of school for them, so E never had any formal education (he was in "kindergarten") and in C's 3rd grade class they were learning to color. When we returned to the US, We enrolled C in 3rd grade (She also has a learning disability and an IEP) so she's a year old for her grade but she's doing great. E we enrolled in 1st grade. We started the school year in the US late, and his first year was mainly spent learning to speak English. They've also been receiving outside bilingual tutoring.
So basically E (now 8 yo in 2nd grade) is having to learn K-2 all in this year, and its been rough. My wife and I are considering holding him back a year, because he cannot do 2nd grade level work without lots of support. His testing scores show he's learning at the same rate as the other kids, but since he started so far behind he is still in the bottom 5% overall with his standard scores. He reads at a kindergarten level in English. He's embarrassed in class (tries to hide his papers and scores) and while we've tried very hard to encourage him for working hard and rewarding effort and not results its been rough for him. He behaves very well in class, is not a distraction to others, and socially gets along well.
Our concern is that E will continue to get passed through the system and never catch up and the school will just say its because of his background. If he can spend another year reinforcing 1st and 2nd grade concepts he might be able to succeed in school instead of us all having to do so much work to get him to below average. Studies show if you're going to hold a kid back do it as early as possible. Studies show holding kids back can cause some pretty big emotional and social problems. Studies show for ELL learners repeating a grade can be pretty helpful. The school strongly recommends advancing him the 3rd grade, but in our district its a parent decision. They say that since he is learning they will continue to teach him at the level he's at with in class small group support, etc etc, and that other kids without his background are at similar levels so he'll be fine.
Anyone have any experience holding your kids back? Or being held back yourself? Should I crosspost this to r teachers or something?

Hey there
Here for chatting. Not a fan of dramas so lets leave that hidden somewhere. Appreciate if you can form sentences rather than just lol yes and no. That gives me this amazing feeling that im not speaking with robot.
No 0 day account cause they tend to be creepy. Prefer 18+ people and basically thats it for starters.
Take care

The idea : Make a HFY stories without other species and take place on modern day earth, the goal highlight the most important component of humans, Humanity

Trigger warning : Heavy Suicide Theme

As Dr James walks to the rooms, he takes one deep breath. “Good morning Rudy, how was your sleep last night ?” he said from near the opened door. Rudy sight is now directed toward the incoming voice from the door. He sees one man in white robe holding a tablet accompanied by male nurse in his back*. Ah, here come the doctor’s.*
“I don’t want to talk with you, I just want to be gone from this world”, followed by shrieks from the patient. “I don’t have any reason to live, please let me goo”, *useless me can’t even finish the job*. The sentence is followed by a loud growl from Rudy as he tries to escape the bed restraints put on him.
The doctor was taken aback by such a strong reaction, Rudy can see that doctor James' face changes from a slight smile to what he assumes is the doctor's thinking face. “Aah I know !! Jamal, can you watch Mr Rudy for me? I have to take something from the outside” as James voice breaks the awkward silence that hangs in the room. Rudy is confused by the doctor's reaction.
Doctor James leaves the room as is, *no one wants to help me anyway*. Rudy could not help but to feel disappointment at the doctor as he went out, doesn’t matter my time here is short anyway. The room is filled again with silent awkwardness as the black nurse just stood in the door watching Rudy every moment. His brilliant brown eyes looking sharply at him, he felt nervous, *please let me go* .
After what felt like eternity the doctor came back to the room with one bag in his hand and laptop in another, *looks like a new model from zeon*. “Is that zeon zenith 12? “ his mouth bluntly said, *wait, noo?!!*. Dr James stopped by his bedside, looking a little bit surprised and quickly nodded “Yes, this is zeon zenith 12, are you a tech enthusiast ?”. Rudy did not answer, he gazed away from the doctor. “Well, looks like you know some tech update for the very least”.
Scrieeek……….. . “Ach…!!” Rudy covered his ear as the sound of metal chair scraping the floor ring aloud. “Ooh sorry Rudy, I did not know you’re sensitive to loud noises, i’ll be careful next time ” as doctor James stops the chair movement. Rudy stays silent, as Dr James takes a seat on a chair beside his bed. “So I know you don’t want to talk to me about your problem right now” James then grabbed the food table, “So instead why don’t we just watch some cute cat video i curated for this”.
Rudy turn his head back to James again this time confused looks clearly drawn in his face, is*n’t his job try to talk me out of suicide?*. “You want to talk about your problem now?” Rudy then looks away again from the doctor “Yeah I thought so. So why don’t we just watch this video and for a moment forget everything about the problem and just watch the video ?” Rudy did not turn his gazes, *how could i forget it if only bad things happened to my life?.*
His face began to puff up as he held back tears, “Alright if you don’t want to, I’ll watch it myself”. Meowing can be heard from his back, wait he seriously does it ?!. Rudy turn back his gaze toward the doctors with a slightly furious face, he looks focused on the video that played from his laptop. As doctor James looks back at him “want to watch ?” Rudy once again threw his gazes away. “Alright ” bruk.., the sound of the heavy laptop being placed in the food table and the sound of meowing continue. Rudy tried to look away still, but the cute voice made him curious, and feel awed. He finally looks at the video playing, he looks at the laptop intentley, almost like a child watching their favorite cartoons.
Rudy for this moment in time and space, he forget his problems, his shitty work at john’s pizza, his loud and inconsiderate upstair neighbor, his neighborhood that is brimming with trash and the gunshot he hears every night, his nonexistent love life, his friend who left him after uni, his grade from uni and highschool, his parents, and his past. For this moment he lives in the present, not overthinking about the past or the future.
They watch the video, both attentive in their own way, transfixed to the screen like a moth to a lamp. Through dozens of cute cat compilation videos they watch together, his face begins to relax from constant fury and agony to a more neutral tone. Then finally without realizing it he, smiled a little.
Chee-klick, a bright flash hit him. His arms reflectively move to cover his face but can’t because of the arm restrained to his bed. “Hey, why are you take a photo of me without **my permission !!!**”. “Oh I’m sorry for that, I just saw you smiling while watching the video so I need to take that” James explained. “I smile ??” Rudy asked as he felt dumbfounded by the word. “Mhemmm, here’s take a look “ Dr james then flip his phone and let Rudy take a look at his screen.
*I smile, does that mean i don’t want to die, no no no that can’t be right i want to die i can’t feel happiness anymore, if life is not happy then, then…..* . “Ah you know looking at it again you smile looks beautiful so I hope i can see more of your smile” Dr James said with a big smile on his face.
Now that Rudy takes a look at his face, he sees it now, his face. His bright eyes that are colored like sapphire, his blonde hair looks like it was made from gold, his face is soft but unmistakable masculine quality, his dark green shirt underneath his white robe. From his broken mind he sees a hope in the form of what seems like an angel to him. *He is… handsome*. His tan cheek is now adorned with light pink.
“Well that is one of the reasons, the other one is I need to make a report to Stephen charities that finance your stay in here”, *ah well that makes more sense*. His face gets back to a neutral tone. “Well, if you want to remove the photo, I can make an ex…”, “No, just give them the photo I can’t pay with my saving, and my insurance will probably not give the money” Rudy said with a stern voice, his face followed similarly but James can notice a hint of Sadness in there.
“With your consent, oh and also our session must end here i’m afraid, i have another appointment scheduled ” As dr James looked at his tablet that he brought from the beginning. “Don’t worry we have another session tomorrow” dr james put the tablet in the bag and shutting down his laptop. “Tomorrow our session will start at 8.30 am and end at 10.30 am so about 30 minutes off from today”. Dr James, who has already finished picking up his stuff then looks at Rudy, “So I hope you look forward to our session tomorrow”.
“Wait doctor James”James stops on his way to the door as he hears his patient call. ” I look forward to it too, and and thank you for today!” Rudy said as he shut his eyes out of embarrassment. “Yeah, your welcome, see you tomorrow Mr Rudy” unbeknownst to Rudy who still closed his eyes, James is smiling now just a little and more genuine.
“Come on Jamal , let’s go” creek.. The sound of the closing door allows Rudy to open his eyes again. Rudy began to process what just happened in his first season, “Is it that easy to actually made me not commit?, do I still have the will to live or does he give it to me?,”, and the last thought made him flustered “did i get charmed by him ?”.
As he overthink his head began to hurt “Stupid Rudy, very stupid"he muttered to himselt. "Well, if I survive and become a burden, I will make sure he take for his responsibility in this”
Hello everyone, i hope you enjoy this short story. The idea come to me after reading a lot of HFY that put emphasis on human physical traits. I feel like there is a need of hfy stories that focused on what i think the most impressive part of human Humanity and our bonds. I'm also intrigued by the idea of HFY story that is based on modern 21st century without no magic or alien, i feel like we human are already impressive now without any exageration of circumtances or another species to be compared too.
I'm gonna remind you all that our path to get here is literally unique and very impressive, and even without sci-fi tech we already have control of this earth akin to God. And even though our future is fraught with uncertainty, the odds are with us. Our form maybe flawed, but so does this universe so let us reach the infinite together !!.

So we have a Germany teacher which is the worst teacher that ever taught me (she can't even do that). We have germany 3 years (this is the 3rd year) and every single year we didn't have this teacher I had straight A's and the second this teacher came I have the worst grades I ever had, the entire Germany and that teacher ruined my grades and everything (same for other classmates of course).
She legit said she can't scream and that she isn't an "Official Teacher" and that she will be only here till Summer Break. She legit gives grades for "Silence in Germany" basically grades based on how much u talk etc in class everyone been getting F's she said that we need to learn to "Think Silently" and that we're unresponsible kids.
Today she gave us test that nobody knew and expected, wanna know what's the best part? The test was about what she wrote on the whiteboard that she deleted like 3 minutes later and gave us words that no one knew that existed. Previous teachers that gave us test were based on what was in the book and every was getting good grades, etc... But this teacher is a different breed. After she gets angry she puts on School Site for our parents and for us some nonsense and annoying thing last time she said "Dear XXXX and XXXXXXX , I'm sorry that my nerves broke today and that I was banging on the table like a tornado, I didn't know how much I was going to spit out on the volcanic lava." SHE POSTED THAT LIKE A LITTLE GIRL. She then posts some useless stuff about her personal life, like what the heck is that kind of a teacher?.....
She is like a crazy psycho that ran out of mental hospital, she looks like 20 years old but she is 50 something. Every single student is welp, how to say it like protesting against her they, everyone is mad that she is giving grades like that and etc and everyone is angry at her. I've been talking with other classes and students and they said the same, she is legit giving bad grades for nothing. The best thing is that she told us after summer break she wont be there because she isn't "Official Teacher" and bla bla bla.
What can I do to report her or something?
Thx.

What happens if everybody in the class fails? Sa college parang may curve ata natawag, yung highest score magiging perfect or something like that, pano naman kung elem or HS?
In AP, our highest was 45 or 46 ata, this was similar to our MAPEH, science, and other subjects pero we never really failed. I remember 42/60(the highest) on AP during 3rd grading Pero 90+ grade ko? Di naman sa nagrereklamo curious lang.
Btw di din naman perfect yung pt and written ko.

Have Electrical Sciences compre coming up and I have to score some 8 marks to go from NC to E grade. My cg with NC will be 6.68 but with E grade I'll have 6.3. Is it better to miss the compre and get NC and retake the course later (maybe in 3rd/4th year) or should I just take whatever grade I can get now and see about repeating later? I am in ECE btw.

Chapter 2
Before doing a deep dive into my memory flashes to discover and how and why my life unfolded the way it did I think I’ll do a timeline. This will help me and the reader (if anyone follows along at all) put the pieces in chronological order.
I was born to a teenage mom, a month after she turned 16 and a barely drinking age dad. No memory, so these early years (before the court) will be what I’ve been told.
“Had the perfect family and the mom who adored me”
At two they decided to break up and it was very ugly. My paternal grandparents paid for the best lawyer in all of the state to get my dad custody. He was accused of molesting me (my mom’s argument in court) I don’t know why it was so ugly but during the trial I was placed in a facility and only allowed short visits. Here is an excerpt from their website.
“We are a behavioral health agency specializing in the treatment of families, children and their caregivers who are struggling due to issues of divorce, homelessness, child abuse/neglect, family violence or other crises. Our highly trained staff specializes in trauma-informed treatment methods that create a safe and comfortable environment in which our clients can heal. We serve children, youth and their families struggling with mental and behavioral health issues that impact their success at home, school and in their community.”
I was then allowed to be with my maternal grandparents while the case continued. She had an in home daycare. My grandpa was not by blood. She had divorced my mom’s dad when my mom was just a baby. He was dark and satanic, into satanic rituals and things like that. A biker. And a pedophile. I never knew him.
My dad won the case and my mom lost all custody and was not granted any visitation at all. (And I didn’t see her or speak with her again until I was around 5. Then again at 14. Then again at 16.)I lived with my dad and his parents and siblings and saw maternal grandparents every other weekend.
At three, I went to a private preschool.
At four I attended a public school where my paternal grandma was a principal and my maternal grandma was a teachers aid as well. Here I stayed for preschool through half of second grade.
My grandparents decided they were no longer happy where we were. My grandpa moved to the mountains and my grandma moved to Georgetown in DC to attend the Jesuit college.
My dad met Jennifer (name changed) at this time and we moved into her downtown apartment. I changed schools. Finished my 2nd grade year and half of third grade.
We moved from the apartment back into my childhood home and I changed schools again. Finished my 3rd grade and half of fourth grade at a new school.
Half way through my fourth grade year I was sent to Georgetown with paternal grandma and aunt. My dad and Jennifer stayed at home. We lived in the basement of a multimillion dollar home in the heart of where the wealthy live. Cobblestone streets. Beautiful houses and lots of money. Like from a movie. I went to a very elite small elementary school with only one class per grade. I finished fourth grade and fifth grade here.
The summer of sixth grade my dad had broken up with Jennifer and moved to the mountains with my grandpa. I moved back with them. I went from super ritzy upscale city life with two women, to a small house in the mountains with barely even indoor plumbing with 2 men. The town was small and secluded. Everyone knew everyone type of place. only one elementary school and the middle school was on the same premises of the high school. I was here 6th grade through half of 9th grade. My dad then met Candace (name changed) and moved thirty minutes away to slightly bigger town with her. These years I went every summer to stay with my grandma who had moved from DC to Arlington, VA and lived in crystal city.
Over the summer I was sent to live in New York City with my aunt. When summer was over, we got an apartment in staten island so I could attend school and she commuted to the city everyday by ferry. This school had thousands of kids and seemed like hundreds of classes. This was when 9/11 happened. I was in my language class (Italian) when the news came over the intercom. My auntie worked near the world trade center by only blocks. She made the last ferry out and came to the school, which was on lockdown, for me. I didn’t go back to the city for the remainder of 2001.
In March of 02 my dad came to NY packed us both up and we drove across the country to cali to drop her off then back to southwest. I moved back to the small town with my dad and Candace. And finished the last months of my sophomore year commuting the thirty minutes to my old school. They were a violent and toxic couple so I begged to move back to grandpas in the mountain town.
I changed schools again for my junior year. I went to one of two high schools in the slightly bigger town where my dad and Candace lived. Close to my senior year my dad came to my work one night and said he and Candace had broken up. He had a small apartment. A one bedroom. I was welcome to stay and he would take the couch. He knew 18 was close and he wanted me to live with him before I was out on my own. I did. I met my husband this year as well. He lived close to where I was born. We stayed long distance until I turned 18. When I turned 18, I found a charter school in my original hometown and we got an apartment.
The rest is history. My adult life is another novel of its own and I’m exhausted.
I fear posting this. If anyone were to come across it by chance they would know immediately it was me. And the memories I hope to uncover are to humiliating and intense and known by no one. I have never spoke about them to anyone. The other obvious issue is if in fact I was a victim in mkultra/child trafficking, it automatically implies my family must have had some kind of knowledge. Which would imply they did this to me. And if it’s not true everything I write and all the memory flashes are just me being a slut and having zero self worth. It would be that I’m was the problem the entire time.
And why did I never finish a school year any where? Lol
No, maybe this is a mistake. Maybe everything is better left unsaid and uncovered. I’m exhausted now.

Chapter 2
Before doing a deep dive into my memory flashes to discover and how and why my life unfolded the way it did I think I’ll do a timeline. This will help me and the reader (if anyone follows along at all) put the pieces in chronological order.
I was born to a teenage mom, a month after she turned 16 and a barely drinking age dad. No memory, so these early years (before the court) will be what I’ve been told.
“Had the perfect family and the mom who adored me”
At two they decided to break up and it was very ugly. My paternal grandparents paid for the best lawyer in all of the state to get my dad custody. He was accused of molesting me (my mom’s argument in court) I don’t know why it was so ugly but during the trial I was placed in a facility and only allowed short visits. Here is an excerpt from their website.
“We are a behavioral health agency specializing in the treatment of families, children and their caregivers who are struggling due to issues of divorce, homelessness, child abuse/neglect, family violence or other crises. Our highly trained staff specializes in trauma-informed treatment methods that create a safe and comfortable environment in which our clients can heal. We serve children, youth and their families struggling with mental and behavioral health issues that impact their success at home, school and in their community.”
I was then allowed to be with my maternal grandparents while the case continued. She had an in home daycare. My grandpa was not by blood. She had divorced my mom’s dad when my mom was just a baby. He was dark and satanic, into satanic rituals and things like that. A biker. And a pedophile. I never knew him.
My dad won the case and my mom lost all custody and was not granted any visitation at all. (And I didn’t see her or speak with her again until I was around 5. Then again at 14. Then again at 16.)I lived with my dad and his parents and siblings and saw maternal grandparents every other weekend.
At three, I went to a private preschool.
At four I attended a public school where my paternal grandma was a principal and my maternal grandma was a teachers aid as well. Here I stayed for preschool through half of second grade.
My grandparents decided they were no longer happy where we were. My grandpa moved to the mountains and my grandma moved to Georgetown in DC to attend the Jesuit college.
My dad met Jennifer (name changed) at this time and we moved into her downtown apartment. I changed schools. Finished my 2nd grade year and half of third grade.
We moved from the apartment back into my childhood home and I changed schools again. Finished my 3rd grade and half of fourth grade at a new school.
Half way through my fourth grade year I was sent to Georgetown with paternal grandma and aunt. My dad and Jennifer stayed at home. We lived in the basement of a multimillion dollar home in the heart of where the wealthy live. Cobblestone streets. Beautiful houses and lots of money. Like from a movie. I went to a very elite small elementary school with only one class per grade. I finished fourth grade and fifth grade here.
The summer of sixth grade my dad had broken up with Jennifer and moved to the mountains with my grandpa. I moved back with them. I went from super ritzy upscale city life with two women, to a small house in the mountains with barely even indoor plumbing with 2 men. The town was small and secluded. Everyone knew everyone type of place. only one elementary school and the middle school was on the same premises of the high school. I was here 6th grade through half of 9th grade. My dad then met Candace (name changed) and moved thirty minutes away to slightly bigger town with her. These years I went every summer to stay with my grandma who had moved from DC to Arlington, VA and lived in crystal city.
Over the summer I was sent to live in New York City with my aunt. When summer was over, we got an apartment in staten island so I could attend school and she commuted to the city everyday by ferry. This school had thousands of kids and seemed like hundreds of classes. This was when 9/11 happened. I was in my language class (Italian) when the news came over the intercom. My auntie worked near the world trade center by only blocks. She made the last ferry out and came to the school, which was on lockdown, for me. I didn’t go back to the city for the remainder of 2001.
In March of 02 my dad came to NY packed us both up and we drove across the country to cali to drop her off then back to southwest. I moved back to the small town with my dad and Candace. And finished the last months of my sophomore year commuting the thirty minutes to my old school. They were a violent and toxic couple so I begged to move back to grandpas in the mountain town.
I changed schools again for my junior year. I went to one of two high schools in the slightly bigger town where my dad and Candace lived. Close to my senior year my dad came to my work one night and said he and Candace had broken up. He had a small apartment. A one bedroom. I was welcome to stay and he would take the couch. He knew 18 was close and he wanted me to live with him before I was out on my own. I did. I met my husband this year as well. He lived close to where I was born. We stayed long distance until I turned 18. When I turned 18, I found a charter school in my original hometown and we got an apartment.
The rest is history. My adult life is another novel of its own and I’m exhausted.
I fear posting this. If anyone were to come across it by chance they would know immediately it was me. And the memories I hope to uncover are to humiliating and intense and known by no one. I have never spoke about them to anyone. The other obvious issue is if in fact I was a victim in mkultra/child trafficking, it automatically implies my family must have had some kind of knowledge. Which would imply they did this to me. And if it’s not true everything I write and all the memory flashes are just me being a slut and having zero self worth. It would be that I’m was the problem the entire time.
And why did I never finish a school year any where? Lol
No, maybe this is a mistake. Maybe everything is better left unsaid and uncovered. I’m exhausted now.

I have a 3rd grade education.
I don’t want to give up on my dream of being a doctor one day.
I can’t do basic math, and I don’t even know what the kinds of math are called to be able to figure out exactly what it is I don’t understand.
How would I go about getting caught up and hopefully being able to go to college and med school one day?
Would the military be a good option? Or some sort of GED course?
I don’t have consistent transportation, and don’t have a lot of money. Not allowed to get a regular job.
Is there any way or should i just give up?
If anyone has gotten higher education after homeschooling and is willing to help id be forever grateful. I cant ask my parents because they get extremely defensive at any idea of their homeschooling being inadequate. I need a way that involves pretty much zero parental help.

Hey, im a 3rd year (6th semester) student doing CS bachelor degree. I want some serious guidance and advise from someone who's currently working in the field/market because my current grades, gpa and skills are not what you expect from a 3rd year student, yes its really really messed up and how i got to this stage is cuz i had family problems + financial crisis so i had to work along with my studies. I'm really depressed and confused on what to do as im unable to land an internship let alone a job. I have spent so much on this degree and I don't think i can switch to any other degree because i have no money to start over again. My cgpa is exactly 2.4 (managed to maintain it somehow) and my skills are: im average at DSA but on C++ ,amatuer at python, an intermediate in JS, Css and HTML, also i have theoratical knowledge of some ML information retrieval techniques. I'm interested in Data science, ML and Ai. So if someone is down to help feel free to comment, and thank you in advance.

I (14f currently) absolutely love the Harry Potter series. I have made so many good memories with the books. I remember getting a copy of The Prisoner of Azkaban and being hooked ever since. My 3rd grade teacher had a whole Harry Potter unit, where we made our own houses and competed for the house cup. We read Sorcerer's Stone, watched the movie, etc. These were my first "big kid" books. I remember going to Harry Potter World in Universal. My Harry Potter themed 9th Birthday Party... So much nostalgia.
But, now, with the revelations about J.K Rowling, it feels shitty to still enjoy it. I do see the problematic things in there (like, how the werewolves are supposed to represent having AIDS, and how the house elves are victim to the "happy slave" myth). know to give J.K as little money as possible (like, the only thing I do that could possibly support her is watching the movies on Live TV. I'd buy the books second hand or borrow them from a library or someone else). It doesn't feel like it's enough though. I feel like I have to completely distance myself from the franchise, and stamp out any enjoyment whatsoever, to be a good person. It seems impossible though, because I made a lot of friends BECAUSE I love Harry Potter (in a sense that we both have that in common). What do I do?

I’m a first grade teacher and this is my second year teaching. Last year I did not make as much reading growth as I wanted so I made it my purpose to do better this year. We just finished our end of year testing and I have 14/19 on a 2nd grade or higher level ranging to 5th grade and 9 of them have moved up two or more grade levels in reading from the beginning of the year. It has been the coolest thing ever watching them go from barely knowing what a digraph was to reading fluently. Now when we have a book on epic, I have them take turns reading the book aloud. They read chapter books and ask me if they can take them out to recess. It’s crazy to think my little ones reading on a 3rd grade level were sounding out CVC words in the beginning of the year. I’m looping with this class so I can’t wait to see even more magic next year!

hi current gr11 student here abt to take the upcat in august !
i have an average of 89 sa gen chem 1 and an 85 sa gen chem 2 (3rd quarter) and i dont think mababawi ko siya sa 4rh qtr para tumaas ang sem average ko
i have Ok grades in other subjects (90-95) chem lang talaga ang problema ko
ive been studying for the upcat but knowing how competetive students are these days parang nawawalan na ako ng pag-asa na mabubuhat ng upcat score ko ang grades ko
ps. the campuses i chose are upd and uplb