Poem for sunday school teachers

To put it short my teacher for chemistry is pretty awful and many of us are struggling.
I want to be prepared for nursing school.
At this rate I’m just trying to pass the class.
Are there any supplemental resources someone can share so I can brush up on Chemistry on my own time?
Or are there specific concepts from Chemistry in particular I should just focus on prior to nursing school?

"Himiko?" Kokichi knocked on the door to Himiko and Tenko's room later that night. Himiko had taken a long nap after such a disappointing day. But, before she fell asleep, she reflected deeply on what Kokichi had told her. She had to admit that he was right, that she needed to a better attitude about herself. But, how to do that, she didn't know. She suddenly remembered his words: You should be smart, confident, and capable of doing things your way. Her way? What was her way, exactly?
"Himiko?" Kokichi whispered a little louder. Himiko opened her eyes, hearing Kokichi calling out to her. She scrambled out of bed and went over to answer the door. Kokichi smiled at her with his usual cheeky grin. "Hey, sleepyhead! Are you still planning on selling cookies?" Himiko took a deep breath and nodded. Kokichi had given her some courage to actually try things and take chances, to try and overcome self-doubt.
"Yeah. I'm ready," she said. There was still a part of her that didn't want to, but she forced that part of her into silence. She lifted her chin and smiled at him. "I'm ready, Kokichi." Kokichi smiled back at her.
"Alright, Monkey Buns!" he cheered, giving her a high five and then a hug. "Same place?"
"Alright," Himiko nodded. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She remembered what Kokichi had told her earlier about being smart and confident her way. "But, on the way over there, can we stop by my, um..." She paused to whisper. "...secret lair? "
"Ooooh?" Kokichi murmured with a curious smile. "Yeah, we can stop by." Himiko nodded and retreated back into her room to grab the two tin bowls of cookies she had baked with Three and Ten.
"Nyeh...okay, I'm ready," Himiko said. Kokichi took her hand in his, and the two crept downstairs. Some of the others were still in the dining room eating dinner, so Kokichi and Himiko had to leave through the front door to get to Himiko's secret magic room under the gazebo. Kokichi stood outside to keep watch while Himiko went inside her magic room. Once inside, she went for her magical dream powder bottle and poured some of its purple, sparkly contents into a small vial, hiding it in one of her jacket's pockets. Then, she met back up with Kokichi.
"Now I'm ready," she said.
"Okie-dokie!" Kokichi replied, taking the tin bowls from Himiko to hold them for her. "Let's go, HimikoCocoa Bean!" They then hurried over to D.I.C.E. headquarters.
"Boss!" Four said, jumping up from the couch. "And Boss Lady!"
"Hey, Ichiro," Kokichi and Himiko replied.
"Wanna hear a song that I heard on the radio?" Four asked. He cleared his throat, and began singing without waiting for a response. "If you like piña coladaaaaas, and getting caught in the rai-"
"Okay, Ichiro, that's enough," Kokichi interrupted, wincing from Four's terrible voice.
"Urgh...thank you!" Five exclaimed as she wrapped Kokichi's cape around him. After Three placed Kokichi's hat on his head, she turned to Himiko.
"So, Himiko, did you sell a lot of cookies?" she asked eagerly. Himiko gave her an apologetic look and shook her head. Three's shoulders slumped.
"Oh..." she said softly.
"What? Why?" Ten asked. "Did they not like them? Because I put all my blood, sweat, and tears into those things! Er...well, not literally...duh."
"Yeah, I hope not!" Two exclaimed, sticking his tongue out in disgust. "I bet there are people in this world who actually do stuff like that!"
"Nee-heehee...I know a very horny someone who'd do something like that," Kokichi said.
"The tin bowls are still so full!" Three said, her voice dripping with disappointment.
"It's not really the cookies that people didn't like, Keiko," Himiko said. "It was because of me."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Nine asked.
"Well, I'm not really popular at school to begin with," Himiko said. "But, I wasn't really trying my best to sell them because I didn't think I could."
"Ouch," Six muttered.
"Oh, well...still!" Three huffed. "They could have at least tried your cookies, anyways! Those...those...clowns! " Then she turned to nobody in particular. "No offense, me," she mumbled to herself before turning back to Himiko.
"Hey, no offense to the rest of us, either!" Four said.
"Should we take offense?" Nine asked. "It's not like we're actual professional clow-"
"We get it, Hideyo!" everyone but Himiko interrupted simultaneously.
"Nyeh, well...anyways, thanks to Kokichi, I've decided to try again," Himiko said, giving Kokichi a shy smile.
"Aww, HimiCocoa Bean, you're making me blush!" Kokichi teased, wrapping his arm around her waist. "But, I only get half the credit. You should give yourself credit, too!"
"And you should give us those cookies," Four said, pointing to the tin bowls in Kokichi's hand.
"Himiko, are you still going to sell these?" Kokichi asked. Himiko thought for a moment. She remembered what Tsumugi said about chocolate chip cookies being plain and boring.
"No," she finally answered. "Actually, I've decided to go with Ten's plan from earlier."
"Right! Um...wait, what plan was that again?" Ten asked.
"The plan to make the snickerdoodles," Himiko said.
"Oh, yeah!" Ten remembered, a grin crossing his face.
"But, I wanna add a secret ingredient of mine," Himiko said.
"I hope it's not blood, sweat, and tears," Two said, shuddering.
"Why not?" Seven asked with a creepy smile. "Don't you like that salty, metallic flavor in your cookies?"
"Ew! Yuck! Kokichi, make her stop!" Five said, covering her ears.
"Tsukiko, don't make me tell Emi to get Mr. Sparkles," Kokichi warned. Seven hid under a blanket.
"No, please. Anything but that accursed pink and plushy unicorn!" she hissed. Five grinned smugly at her.
"Can we help you bake again, Himiko?" Three asked hopefully.
"Nyeh...of course!" Himiko answered.

"Neat-o! Let's get started!" Ten said, rubbing his hands enthusiastically. Kokichi nodded to Himiko encouragingly, and she followed Three and Ten to the kitchen. They soon got started on the batter. Himiko removed the vial of dream powder from her pocket.
"Oooo! What is that stuff?" Three asked, entranced by the purple, glittery powder.
"Hopefully the thing that'll win over any potential customers," Himiko answered before pouring the powder into the mixture. She mixed the batter until it became a shiny, glittering harmony of many colors.
"Holy Constantinople-y!" Ten exclaimed. "What the heck kind of secret ingredient is that?!"
"The batter looks so...pretty!" Three breathed in awe. "It's so...shiny and sparkly!" Then, she lowered her voice. "Is this...some of your magic, Himiko?"
"Nyeh...that's right," Himiko nodded.
"I know this is might sound like a dumb question, but...are you allowed to do that?" Ten asked.
"Nobody at school knows about my magic except for Kokichi," Himiko said. "So, technically, it's not not allowed. And besides, Kokichi said that I need to be smart and confident my way. And magic is my way of doing just that."
Part Eight
Sunday afternoon. Himiko took a deep breath, deeply breathing in the warm air as a gentle breeze flowed around her. Today, she felt lucky. She stood behind her table at the front of the school. Above her was a more colorful, glittery sign she and Three had worked on with the word, "Snoozydoodles," written in swirly letters. Hopefully it would be enough to bring in some customers. Her snickerdoodles were laid out on three large trays in front of her so that the other students could see their colorful and sparkly design.
"Hiya, Himiko!" came a cheerful voice. Himiko looked up and was surprised to see Three.
"Keiko?" she whispered. "Nyeh...what are you doing here?"
"I decided to come and cheer you on...and to make sure the turd buckets here buy your cookies," Three replied. "I put some love and special care into those cookies, and I didn't bust my tail just to have nobody buy them!"
"Nyeh...but...Ten and I worked on them, too," Himiko pointed out. "And I put my 'special ingredient' in them."
"I know," Three said. "But, I feel like if I worked hard on something, either by myself or in a group, I'd like for the world to see it, that's all."
"I understand," Himiko said with a small smile. "Wait...this is supposed to be a competition between me and Kokichi! I don't think he'd appreciate you helping me out, especially since I should be doing this myself."
"Well, I'll just be here for emotional support, then!" Three said. Himiko smiled gratefully and nodded.
"I guess that's okay," she said. " Thanks, Keiko. I like your outfit, by the way." Three scanned her outfit proudly. Instead of her D.I.C.E. uniform, she wore an oversized, cream-colored fluffy sweater over a short, pink ruffled skirt. She wore a pair of white tights with some loose pink socks and a pair of black and white checkered lolita shoes with pink straps. In her hair were pink bows over each pigtail.
"Eeee! Thank you!" she squealed happily. "It's not very often I get to go out in cutesy clothes like this, unless I'm undercover! Well...I guess you might say I'm going undercover right now, but...eh, whatever."
"Speaking of which, why are your shoes checkered?" Himiko asked. "Won't that give you away? Part of the reason why people know your organization is because of the checker pattern scarves...which makes me wonder how people haven't suspected Kokichi being part of...you-know-what."
"Heehee...I call that the 'Sailor Moon Effect,'" Three giggled. "But, anyway, when members of the organization are wearing casual clothes, we have to wear some article of clothing with a black and white checkered pattern to let other members know our affiliation. The beauty of it is that there are people not affiliated with us who wear checker patterned clothing, so it gives us a chance to blend in as if we're just regular people. That's why we have a codeword to tell the difference between members and the 'reggies.'"

"What's the codeword?" Himiko asked. Three leaned in closer to Himiko.

"'Funny business,' " she whispered.
"Nyeh...that's actually really cool," Himiko admitted with a smile.
"Yeah! You should really join, Himiko!" Three said. "I think you'll have lots of fun!"
"Fun with what?" asked Tenko, suddenly appearing with Angie and Tsumugi behind her. She had a frown on her face and marched right up to Three. "Himiko, who's this girl, and what's she trying to get you to join? WAIT!! Is this girl the friend you were talking about?! The one who helped you bake cookies yesterday?!"
"Yeah," Himiko nodded.
"Hey! I recognize you!" Angie said. "You're one of the girls who rescued Himiko from that crazy girl many months ago!" Three brightened.
"Yeah! That's me!" she said.
"Tuh...I could have rescued Himiko, you know," Tenko huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at Three.
"Well...why didn't you?" Three asked.
"Urgh...!" Tenko scoffed. "Who do you think you are?!"
"I'm Michika!" Three lied, using one of her aliases. "I'm here to support Himiko with her cookie sale!"
"She doesn't need your support," Tenko said, stepping in between Three and Himiko. "Himiko already has me! Right, Himiko?"
"Umm..." Himiko mumbled.
"Of course you do!" Tenko interrupted.
"But...you didn't even let her finish," Three said.
"I didn't have to," Tenko said. "I already knew what she was thinking because we're best friends."
"Well...then...if you're her best friend, why dont'cha buy a cookie?" Three suggested craftily.
"Hmph! I will!" Tenko scoffed and turned to Himiko. "How much for a cookie, Himiko?"
"Nyeh...same as before," Himiko answered. Tenko paid ¥500 and grabbed a shimmery, glittering light green snickerdoodle from one of the trays. "Ooo, these are pretty, Himiko! Did you bake them all by yourself?"
"No, um...Michika helped me again," Himiko answered. Tenko glared at Three and flipped her hair at her.
"Well...they're okay, then," she said haughtily. "But, they're extra special because you helped, Himiko!"
"What are these cookies called, Himiko?" Tsumugi asked, scrutinizing a glittering blue cookie.
"Nyeh...they're called 'Snoozydoodles,'" Himiko answered. "They're snickerdoodles, but a special kind of snickerdoodles."
"Oooo! Why are they called 'Snoozydoodles?'" asked Angie.
"You have to eat them right before going to sleep to find out," Himiko answered mysteriously. Tenko hovered her cookie in front of her mouth.
"Oh! So, I have to eat this right before bed?" she asked.
"That's right," Himiko nodded.
"Aw, that's so creative, Himiko!" Tenko cried in adoration. "You're really clever, too! I bet you thought of the name!" Three rolled her eyes in annoyance. Himiko provided a little baggy for Tenko to put her cookie in, and provided some for Angie and Tsumugi, as well, after they had paid for their cookies.
"Thank you, Himiko," Tsumugi said.

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, Himiko!" Angie chirped.
"Well...I guess we'd better try out the other cookies," Tsumugi said. "Everyone else said they'd have different flavors of cookies, too. Although, I don't think I'll try Kokichi's after what happened yesterday. I can plainly still feel the burn on my tongue."
"Hmm...I thought his cookies were divine!" Angie exclaimed. "I have never felt such an intense rush of heat before! Especially in a cookie!"
"Leave it up to a degenerate male to bake something so...horrible! " Tenko spat. Three raised a brow at her.
"Degenerate male?" she repeated. She didn't like hearing her boss being referred to that way.
"Yeah! Males are all scum of the Earth!" Tenko said. "Kind of like...best friend stealers."
"I wasn't trying to steal your best friend," Three said, fed up with Tenko.

"Huh...why did you assume I was talking about you? " Tenko asked. "You know what happens to people who assume things, don't you?"

"They end up knocking all 32 teeth out of the person accusing them of assuming things?" Three replied, trying to keep her cool.
"And you're violent!" Tenko shouted. "You're clearly a bad influence on Himiko!" Three stared at her in disbelief, creating an awkward silence to linger in the air.
"Well, um...I guess we should be going then," Tsumugi said, hurriedly yanking Angie away. "C'mon, Angie. Tenko? Are you coming?"

"No. I think I'll stay right here and help Himiko, since she clearly needs my support," Tenko said, glowering at Three.
"Tenko..." Himiko sighed in exasperation, but Three merely smiled sweetly at Tenko.
"Oh, my gosh! Where'd you get your outfit?" she asked. Tenko looked down quizzically at her outfit.
"W-Why...do you want to know?" she replied with suspicion.
"It's just so pretty!" Three replied. "Are you, like, the Ultimate Princess, or the Ultimate Cheerleader, or something?"
"Um...n-no...I'm the Ultimate Aikido Master," Tenko stammered as a small blush appeared on her face.
"Oh, wow! That's even better!" Three exclaimed. "I bet you give those...degenerate males...what they deserve all the time!" The hardened look on Tenko's face from before disappeared.
"You bet I do!" she said proudly.
"Oh...I wish I could be like you!" Three breathed. "You're, like, my hero! I bet you're a hero to girls everywhere!" Tenko lowered her head bashfully, blushing like crazy.
"N-No...I'm not all that...great," she sputtered.
"I bet you'd do anything for girls, huh?" Three asked.
"Oh, yes!" Tenko answered. "So long as you aren't a degenerate male, you're a friend of mine!"
Says the girl who just accused me of stealing her best friend, Three thought to herself. "Hooray! I'm happy to hear that! But...to tell you the truth, I can't believe you just ditched your other friends. They were girls, after all, and you just let them walk right into the school where they could be potential prey for those boys-er...I mean, degenerate males." Tenko gasped with realization.
"Oh, my gosh! You're so right!" she cried. "But...what about Himiko?"
"I'll look after her," Three said. "You trust me, right? I am a girl after all."
"Ohhh...well, okay," Tenko said. Then, she smiled. "I'll trust you, Michika! Take care of Himiko!"
"Oh, I will!" Three said. "Bye! Goodbye!" Tenko waved goodbye, leaving Himiko and Three alone. Three exhaled. "Finally, she's gone!" Himiko stared at her in amazement.
"Nyeh...that was incredible!" she cried. Three shrugged modestly.
"Yeah, I guess I picked up a little bit of manipulation skills from the boss," she said. "He's way better at it than I am, though! That girl was so annoying, by the way! Is she seriously your best friend?!"
"Well, yeah, I guess," Himiko answered. "She wants to support and protect me all the time."
"Sounds more like she wants to breastfeed you, or wipe your butt after you poop," Three said in disgust. She and Himiko shuddered at the thought. "Well, anyways, now that 'Tin Cup' is gone, let's put you on the cookie map!"
"Right!" Himiko said, and gave Three a high five.

What am I doing? Dominick Mason asked himself for the hundredth time that night. It was late on a rainy Sunday evening and Dom, a tall, lanky man-boy of twenty-five with a prominent Adam’s apple and too big eyes, stared out the rain-slicked window of the 905. The big bus swayed and jostled as it lumbered down Central Avenue, the movements strangely comforting, conducive to reflection…and self-doubt.
As if on cue, his phone buzzed, and a pit opened up in his stomach. He fumbled it out with long fingers and read the text. Are u almost here
His thumb hovered over the screen, but he did not reply. Part of him wanted to block the number, slink back home with his tail between his legs, and forget the whole thing. He could boot up his PS4 and play Red Dead Redemption or GTA V like always. Safe. Familiar. The thought, however, stirred a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
It was dread.
Every night, he did the same thing. He came home from work to his tiny prison cell apartment. He had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He played video games until it was time to go to bed. The worst part of the whole night was when he turned off the TV and saw his murky reflection in the screen. Plaid. Scrawny. Disgusting. He hated being locked in that apartment, with its old smells and white walls, but he hated going out even more. At least in his hole, he was safe, like a mouse. No one hurt or lied to him there. No one gave him funny looks. No one rejected him. He was completely safe in his solitude, a wounded animal hiding in its den and licking its wounds.
He was wounded and he knew it.
And he hated himself for it. Hated that he wasn’t stronger or better. Hated that even though he tried so hard, everything he did fell apart…if it even came together in the first place, which it rarely did.
The phone buzzed again.
Just a question mark this time.
His heart began to race and a steely fist slowly closed around his lungs. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and took a deep breath. He pictured himself alone in his little apartment. He loved the image, but he hated it too. Most nights, he didn’t mind being alone. He had to not mind it, because he didn’t have a choice. Some nights…some nights he didn’t want to be alone. Some nights he wanted warmth, he wanted tenderness…some nights, he wanted to be human.
Every so often, Dom would get the urge to find those things. They came less frequently than they did before, but unfortunately, they still came. He would create an account on Plenty of Fish and OKCupid, maybe some of the other sites as well. He would agonize over his stupid intro and his stupid list of hobbies. He would spend hours - literally hours - writing and rewriting them, trying at first to be serious, then light and funny, then cool, then aloof, then vulnerable. He would take the best possible pictures from the best possible angles, then upload them, never lingering over them because he hated the way he looked. He didn’t think he was ugly - mid was more like it - but apparently, he was ugly. Too ugly for love, too ugly even to talk to.
The ugly barnacle. So ugly that everyone died. The end.
All of Dom’s pictures were all selfies, of course. Guys he listened to on YouTube said he needed action shots, shots with friends, shots that showed women he had a life, was valued by those around him, and knew how to have fun. Too bad for him, he had no friends and no one valued him, not even his own mother. On the surface, maybe, but she had hurt him so many times over the years in so many ways that even the most devout son would stop and think.
It had to be selfies.
When his profile was in order - or as much in order as he could get it - he would start to browse. Dom knew his place and never messaged women who were too beautiful. He used to, but they never responded. He eventually began to skip their profiles with a pang of loss and a quiet what if? Now, he barely noticed them. Blonde. Petite. Blue eyes. Maybe she was a cheerleader at one time, maybe she was the type of girl who looked down her nose at guys like him. Maybe she was a sweetheart. In any case, he would never find out, so who cares?
He went for women he could realistically obtain…the type of women he’d dated and hooked up with in the past. Some were attractive in their own way, others were hard to look at, he wasn’t picky; he couldn’t afford to be picky. One woman he saw was a good three hundred pounds. She was nice and he liked her enough, but he lapsed into depression while they were dating and he never messaged her back…not that she made a huge effort to message him. Another was a pre-K teacher in her mid-thirties. Overweight with a big nose, glasses, and a plain face when she wasn’t wearing make-up. He liked her a lot and wanted to be with her, but after a month of weekend hookups, she said she didn’t love him. She told him she wanted a family - three kids, to be exact - but “changed her mind.” No, she didn’t. She just didn’t want those things with him.
Now she was in her late thirties, single, and having regrets.
She still wouldn’t settle for him, though.
Another woman he’d seen recently (six months ago) was fifty, but not unattractive. They texted for weeks, hot and heavy. She outright told him that she wanted to have sex with him. Said all sorts of nasty and sexual things. Their first (and only date) was her coming to his apartment. Instead of tender kisses, loving caresses, and intense emotions, they shared an awkward two hours on his couch. When he tried to hold her hand and put his arm around her, she stiffened. Not much, just a little. She said she “wasn’t ready.” He sat there and watched the flowers he’d gotten her wilt as she talked about her ex for an hour and a half, his arms pointedly crossed. He even leaned as far away from her as humanly possible, trying to communicate with his body language what he didn’t have the guts to communicate with his words: I’m uncomfortable, please leave. He planned to take her to a nice restaurant after they made love. Instead, he ordered something after she finally got the hint and left, eating alone like always.
After her, he deleted his profile (again) and resolved to never bother with dating again. Obviously there was something wrong with him. He saw guys who were uglier and more awkward than him with girlfriends, some actually stunning, but there was something about him in particular, something that repelled women…and men too.
Everyone.
It repelled everyone.
Maybe it was his self-loathing. After all, no one likes a sad sack. But that’s the thing: He was like this because of those experiences. It was a what came first, the chicken or the egg situation. Looking back, he had almost normal confidence at one point. Then all of this happened. The hundreds of messages he sent on the dating apps staying on read, unanswered, like he never sent them at all, like he was garbage unworthy of even a hello. The awkward dates. The occasional “success” that eventually fell apart…sometimes because of him, and sometimes because of them. The one girl who ran away from him when he tried to walk her to her car after a date. They didn’t click, he knew that, but he didn’t say or do anything creepy. Why did she do that? The girls who lead him on, talking about sex and sometimes even love but always had a reason they couldn’t meet.
There were other examples - many others - but it was all the same. Who cared?
Dom wanted to crawl back into his hole and stay there, to stop poking his head out and getting hurt. He wanted it so bad…but he was only human. Deep down, buried beneath layer after layer of scar tissue, there was still hope. Hope for love, for companionship, for acceptance, for intimacy and human touch. It was only an ember now, but even an ember is enough to spark a fire.
Some nights, he wanted to be safe. Other nights, he wanted to take a risk.
And this night was one of the latter.
Be there soon, he texted. He swallowed hard and wetted his lips. His heart was pounding faster and his bowels were loose. He really hoped this worked out. He didn’t think he could handle another rejection. If she turned him down, he’d probably go home and kill himself. Why go on like this?
He’d had that thought before…but he never followed through.
Maybe one day he’d actually shut the fuck up and do it already.
Maybe.
Ok :)
Her name was Heather and she was fat. She was not unattractive in the face and she wore her weight well, not that that mattered - he would take what he could get. They started talking on OKCupid last week and very soon, the conversation became sexual. He didn’t start it, though, she did. She was ahem very excited, she said. He liked to think that she was lonely, desperate, and wanted intimacy - any intimacy - just like him.
That really turned him on.
They agreed to meet, and now here he was, on the bus to her apartment on the other side of the city, hoping against hope that she didn’t hurt him too.
He put the phone away and stared straight ahead. The bus was nearly deserted, save for an old bag lady up front and a few Mexican guys in the back. Lights lined the bus’s roof, providing a cold, impersonal light. Dom took a deep breath and forced his dark emotions away. It was all on him to make this work. He would accept her fat, ugly, poor, and crippled, but he had to work to earn her love. He could do it.
When the bus finally reached his stop, he yanked the cord and got off. There was a plexiglass shelter lit by a single, lonely bulb. Trash littered the ground. Beyond the shelter, a park lay in darkness. Behind him, on the other side of the road, a housing project not unlike his own towered into the sky, lit up like a ship at sail. Dom swallowed his nerves and crossed the street. He found the door that she had directed him to use, and climbed the stairs. He expected trash, graffiti, and winos passed out on every landing. Instead, the stairwell was clean and deserted. His nerves welled as he climbed but he forced them down again. On the ninth floor, he went down the hall, battered on all sides by the stale smells of cooking and the murmur of TVs and voices coming from every apartment.
Dom paused at Apartment 237.
Heather’s.
You got this, he told himself.
And really, he did. Their plan - well, Heather’s, really - was simple and straightforward. She told him that she would leave the door unlocked. He was to come in, go to the bedroom, and she would be waiting for him. She said it was a fantasy of hers.
On some level, he knew all along that the whole setup sounded fishy. Was he being set up to get robbed? Would he walk in and get jumped by a bunch of Crips? He hesitated, but his need for love - and, yes, release - pushed him on.
He opened the door.
Inside, the apartment was small and messy, a living room to the right and a tiny kitchen to the left. The only light on was the one above the stove.
Everything else was in shadows.
Dom’s heart skipped a beat.
This didn’t feel right.
That thought was overpowered by the smell, a sickly sweet odor that suddenly seemed to be everywhere. His stomach twisted and he turned his head slightly to one side, as if to spare his nose. It smelled like something spoiled.
A voice spoke from the darkness, startling him. “I’m in here.”
It was light, airy, and cute.
For the last time, Dom hesitated. Some primal sense told him to turn around and leave…
…but he wanted to be loved.
Dom entered and shut the door behind him.
The smell was stronger. The atmosphere darker.
Ahead, he could barely make out an open doorway in the shadows.
He crossed to it.
The smell was overpowering here and Dom felt like he was going to puke. Any desire he had felt was gone, replaced only by revulsion and claustrophobia. It was cold, he realized, so cold that his teeth chattered.
Okay, fuck this.
He started to turn around, intent on leaving, but a small, white hand reached from the darkness. Icy fingertips brushed his cheek and his heart blasted into his throat.
Then she was there, her body pressing against his and her lips fused with his. The smell, the freezer chill, both stronger than ever.
They were both coming from her.
Her tongue hungrily lashed his own, and she pushed him against the wall. Her hands slipped under his shirt and pressed flat against his chest. They were so cold that he almost cried out.
Dom wanted to push her away, to run, but he didn’t. Instead, he froze up and allowed her to push him onto the bed. Was he too gutless to tell her no, the way he’d been too gutless to tell the woman who went on and on about her ex to shut up and leave? Did he secretly want to go through with this? He didn’t know, and he didn’t have time to figure it out. She was on top of him now, straddling him, his legs caged between her ample thighs. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her bare breasts.
They were as cold as the rest of her.
She leaned down and kissed him again. He hadn’t noticed it before, but her tongue was…dry. Her mouth itself tasted strange. Off.
Heather broke from his lips and peppered kisses on his cheek and forehead, assaulting him with an intimacy that Dom no longer wanted.
Through it all, she was as silent as a tomb. She wasn’t panting or rasping with excitement. In fact, he didn’t think she was even breathing.
She brushed her lips along the exposed curve of his throat, and tingles of revulsion shot down his spine. She found his pulse and kissed it. Trembles of excitement raced through her body and she started to lap his neck like a dog.
Without warning, a fiery pinprick of pain exploded over him and Heather began to shake and pant. Dom cried out and tried to fight her off, but she was too heavy, too much.
With a tiny, mouse-like squeak - a sound of pitiable fear and resignation - Dom blacked out.

Just want to know if you have a high chance of winning a court case against a school for the reasons shown in the title.
This is a school providing an IB course to students in year 12 and 13.
Short context, a school has had a few teachers lie to its students about their degrees deceiving them into thinking if they don't do this or that they won't revieve their full degree even though it's a lie. When confronted about said lies being told, they began gaslighting a student into thinking they hadn't lied at all and said something else even though there is conclusive proof of what they had said.
The school is located in London.

So I'm 19 F and have never dated anyone. I only have had one single crush which I can't seem to forget any sooner and it pisses me of so much. Now that I'm almost done with the college entrance exams I'm quiet bewildered by the fact that I don't like anyone else. In 11th grade I had to change my school so I never saw him again since he also changed to another school and before that their was covid so I also didn't see him before that. Now it has been 3-4 years since I last saw him. I never told him I liked him because I feared I would get rejected (and also their was another thing going around) but damn now I regret it so much. He also wasn't on social media or I would have stalked the heck out of his account, neither do I have his number. The sad part is the only 2-3 photos I had of me and him somewhat together are also gone cause something went wrong with my laptop and it all got lost. I still like him so much eventhough I haven't seen him in years like tf I even remember his voice, his face THE NAPE OF HIS DAMN NECK LIKE AHHH I'M GONNA KMS. I have known him since idk like when we were mere kids and still to this day I blush thinking about him. Why was he so freaking cute ? Why was in good in sports? WHY DID MY TEACHER MADE ME SIT WITH HIM? It sucks to have a crush for so long honestly and what I fear the most is that maybe I won't ever like somebody else as much as I liked him....I hope just one day GOD PLEASE JUST ONE DAY LET ME SEE HIM JUST TO KNOW IF HE IS DOING OKAY PLEASEEEE

My biology school teacher and my bio tution teacher both really emphasise that the definitions for the processes parts etc in biology have to be exact word to word as they are given in the Selina concise biology 10th icse textbook, I understand the concept and meaning of the processes and all the parts and all and I can explain and define those concepts in my own words pretty easily but both my school and tution teacher don’t give marks and get angry if I don’t use the exact words used in the textbook,
So I wanted to ask, how is the biology 10th icse paper correction, like do you actually have to learn the definitions exact word to word or explaining in own words would be good enough to get marks, also is the paper correction very strict ( not just for biology but in general for all subjects and if all papers are corrected equally nor some papers are checked easy and some are checked hard, if so please let me know which ones are checked hard and which ones easyly )
Please let me know your honest answer for this as I’m getting very mixed feelings about biology as other sciences like physics and chemistry I can score really good even if I write my answers in my own words

My adhd 10 year-old is being bullied at school, how do I help him to stand up for himself? School work is good, he's on track but he struggles with memory, processing speed and his speech can be a little slow (I think his brain has so much going on, but it doesn't come out at rhe same speed). His teacher has helped him get through the latest round and addressed it with the kid in class (awesome teacher). But how do I help him to learn how to stand up for himself? He's very emotional and easily the smallest kid in class. How do I help him to learn some resilience and survive these school years?

For context my mom was a single mother of 3 kids. She would have relationships but they never worked out. That being said we all knew all too well what it was like growing up in a broken home. She was always working and barely home and left us to our own devices. (Back before technology) with rules like don’t open the door for anyone and don’t answer the phone, come straight home after school and so on. But more often than not I was the only one that would go straight home.
We often couldn’t afford things but always had food. We always had to meet and deal with the new bf and that would last months to years at best. Sometimes moving in with them just to do a midnight/midday move while they weren’t there. Needless to say but our childhood was very unstable and stressful and lacking in many aspects.
Now to get into it Me and my sister Bebe never really got along. I am younger and we didn’t have common interests. We naturally did our own things and avoided each other when we could. We look a lot alike so people often mistaken us for the other. But personally wise we are nothing alike. We were always compared to the other and it often felt like we were competing with each other. So we were always fighting.
Eventually we both settled down, got our own houses and partners and had kids. We got back in touch when we had kids. We met each other’s families and everything seemed fine. We would trade off babysitting for each other and do different family activities together birthday parties, thanksgiving, Christmas and so on.
Years have passed and the kids are older now. The kids still enjoy seeing each other and playing. Everyone gets along… well almost everyone. My sister always knew how to get under my skin and would say things either “jokingly” or when no one was around say something to hurt me. I knew what she was doing but I would blow it off and act like it didn’t bother me. As time went on it got worse. And a few time someone would say something and she’d just say “it’s a joke.” Or “you know I didn’t mean anything by it”. Or “your too sensitive.” something similar.
I knew it wasn’t right and I knew if I had said those types of things to her she would have been pissed. Of course I would tell my parents everything that happened after a visit and of course he wasn’t happy. We both decided to go low contact for my mental health as it was taking a toll on me. We didn’t see them for about a year.
When it came to my relationship with my sister I was left wondering where I went wrong… why was my sister hated me so much that she felt she had to berated, belittle, compare, and be competitive towards me every time we saw them. I just couldn’t understand, I thought our childhood rivalry was over years ago. I thought maybe I was doing something unconsciously that upset her.
As it turns out maybe my mere existence upsets her and it’s not a reflection of me but of just how different we are. So one day I get a call from my sister’s husband Joey and they are separating. She’s bin on the Ashely Madison website and cheating for years and has a current bf. They both decided to divorce. He got the house and payed her out. They are doing 50/50 custody.
I came to find out that she has always had a problem with me and never wanted me there and I guess how she treated me was her way of letting me know that. Joey told me they would constantly fight about me and or how she treated me. And that we are family and the kids and so on. At some point she called me and told me about the situation and her new place and we should come have dinner sometime and see her new place. Then it became and meet my new bf and his family.
My husband had me text her to cancel the dinner as soon as it became a meet the bf, his family thing. I told her honestly that we weren’t ready to meet him and maybe in time. And honestly the reason we hadn’t seen them the last year was because of how she treated me.
She instantly snapped why would we need to wait to meet her bf? Why would that make a difference? If her leaving someone she wasn’t meant to be with meant we wouldn’t be in her life then so be it… I was shocked. I didn’t even know how to reply. We only just found out about the cheating and her moving out and already she wants us to meet him and isn’t understanding how that could be very uncomfortable.
For context we are Catholics. But our mother wasn’t a good example and we never went to church, my husband on the other hand is catholic as well. He was raised in a household that went to church every Sunday and holds the same beliefs as me that marriage isn’t something you just throw away. And cheating is disgusting…. He didn’t want to go and risk losing his shit on them let alone in front of his family. We don’t even know if his family knows the truth behind their relationship. We don’t want to meet him. And we were both upset that we know how hard it will most likely be on the kids.
Ending we are still in contact with Joey and the kids. We started doing family activities together again and we have offered Joey help with the kids or anything else… he is a great guys, great dad and honestly has handled the whole situation way better than anyone I know would have.

It was a Sunday night, I was scrolling through movie suggestions searching for something romantic when I stumbled across this gem ''Before Sunrise", i watched the movie completely unaware of the fact that it is a trilogy, it got me hooked. For context, I'm 14 and I know little about genuine love, I've watched a lot of those cliché, standard romantic films, but this movie was different. It's hard to describe, but it felt so real, their dialogue revolving around philosophical questions about death, parents, love felt relatable, these conversations are ones I'd love to have. The connection between Jesse and Celine felt so warm and fiery, the way they looked at each other and felt each other touched me.
Anyway, I finished Before Sunrise at around 1am, and was overwhelmed, I was dissatisfied with the train/"6 months meet again"ending and wanted closure, so I scrolled through reddit for thoughts abt the movie only to realise that there is a sequel. I was so relieved after this realisation, even though it was late in the night, I started Before Sunset. This movie was more steamy imo, I could sense that tension and a sense of longing for each other between them and felt like I was intruding, I feel like they knew they were gonna sleep together since they first made eye contact in the bookshop 😭. Anyway, this movie didn't even feel like a movie, it felt like I was spectating two lovers from a flys perspective esp with those long, uncut scenes. They spoke about their relationships and Jesse's dead marriage. I think Jesse was trying to convey to Celine that he is in deep pain and needs her to be with him.
So, Before Sunset was over, it was 2:30am, but I didn't feel any fatigue or need to sleep which I normally would have felt, without second thoughts I began Before Midnight, which I belive was a big mistake. 9 years after Before Sunset, 18 after before sunrise. This time around, Jesse and Celine didn't seem like passionate lovers and their marriage felt dry and boring. I didn't sense that connection between them, or their desire for each others love, All I saw was two people that used to date running a nursery (ironic because Jesse said the same thing about his prev marriage). That last fight really got to me, I hated to see them fight and when Celine said she doesn't love Jesse, it was the nail in the coffin for me 💀, I feel like I hated it because Jesse and Celine were idealised in the first two movies and suddenly changed to be an angry couple. The ending of the movie was disappointing for me, it felt like Celine gave up on Jesse, and that last scene where they talk about the time machine/having sex, just didn't convince me enough that Celine still loves Jesse.
So it was 4:30 am, I had gotten no sleep and I had school at 7. But, I was soo overwhelmed, I felt a hole in my heart for the whole day and couldn't stop thinking about the movies even in school. I came back home from school and watched the movies again just to see more of Jesse and Celine because feel so real, lovable, cozy. But mostly, I think I'm overwhelmed and getting this sensation because I strongly desire love. I want a connection like the one between Jesse and Celine, and it's the first time I'm feeling this way since I'm 14 YRS OLD, it's like a new door has been opened in my mind and heart, like I've discovered a novel concept. I want this kind of love. But then again I'm a little too young to fully flesh out love.
I believe that's the reason why I didn't really enjoy Before Midnight and connect with it, because I'm not old enough to understand what's going on. The ending definitely contributed to this overwhelming feeling maybe because I didn't fully realise it.
Please give me a solution to stop thinking about Jesse and Celine 😭, also lmk how I should watch the trilogy in the future. PLEASE tell me if you think they are still in love and why and if you think their marriage will last forever and why (please say yes so I can sleep in peace).
This trilogy has changed me, my outlook towards women, and my philosophical ideas.

Looking for advice/anecdotes about moving abroad before completing droichead/teacher induction.
I have just finished my PME in English and German and I hope to add Spanish as a subject in the future as I adore teaching languages and just don't have the grá for teaching English as a subject in Ireland. I really want to move abroad both for adventure, experience and improved standard of living (thank you housing crisis). Mostly only interested in moving to the EU and working in a TEFL/English Language School. I have been considering Spain to learn the language so I could add it in the future but open to anywhere.
It has been recommended to me by my college, the TC and many staff to complete droichead before I move. However, I am just itching to go. I have applied for some jobs so far as I thought maybe I could get a maternity contract and stick it out until droichead was done but finishing up in January/March wouldn't give me much hopes for a TEFL job abroad mid academic year. I would love to move in September and stay for one full academic year. I've been a TEFL teacher privately and in summer schools for the last 6 years and I really thrive and am happiest in that role.
I fear if I stay for droichead I could get stuck here in a job or feel "too old" to move later as I ultimately do want to settle down in Ireland. I feel like my life would just be on pause for another year as I would still want to move after droichead so wouldn't be looking at mortgages/moving out (I currently live at home). I also have a very "we only have today, why not now?" attitude and don't want to regret not going now I know that the ideal situation is to do droichead first. But will it really look that bad if I move away for a year or two and complete it later? I'm aware that it needs to be completed within 3 years but that I can also apply for an extension and if I moved to Spain to further my career I would be more likely to get one. The plan was always to come home (from living in Germany) do the PME and move away again. But the constant "do droichead first" that I hear from everyone is really putting me off.
TLDR: Looking for advice or anecdotes on moving abroad before completing droichead. Do I really need to do droichead first?

I was never the best student and I always struggled with foreign languages and paying attention. My 7th grade Spanish teacher would write students names on popsicle sticks, then draw one randomly to ask questions.
Early on the school year I went to the teachers desk to 'sharpen my pencil,' saw the stick with my name on it, and deposited the stick into my pocket for later discarding. Never again got surprised while daydreaming by the teacher randomly calling my name to answer a question.

My daughter is 8 with ADHD and ASD, she is in a general education setting with pull-outs for IEP items. Like many kids in this group, she struggles to communicate, but otherwise masks her neurodiversity at school. She told my husband that her cookie was stolen twice in a row, and she was sad.
Today, I labeled her cookie bag with her name and packed her lunch as usual. We talked about checking her lunch box prior to going to lunch and talking to the teacher if it is missing again.
I got an email saying neither her cookie or chips were in her lunch box prior to lunch and had to confirm that I did pack those.
I'm mostly frustrated that someone is taking advantage of my child and taking her safe foods from her. She still had her entree, but she tends to mostly pick at it most days. She's also very small and has a diagnosis of failure to thrive. She needs to eat whatever we can get her to eat!
The teacher is planning to hold her lunch box somewhere safe for her going forward until the school year ends in a few weeks.

I was in a christian cult - not using the word lightly, they literally wanted to "take over" the city we were living in and openly talked about their indoctrination tactics and did not shy away from the manipulation aspects.
I got divorced and got out, but I have a child with my ex husband and we share custody nearly 50/50. I have her 4 nights a week and do all school drop offs, he has her 3 nights a week including Sunday morning church. I also have another, younger daughter.
As a single mom of 2 working at the local community college, I do not make enough money to be comfortable. Everything is paycheck to paycheck, and often things get in the negative before I can figure it all out. I recently reapplied for food stamps and found out I was going to qualify for the bare minimum because I couldn't claim her on my application after he and his wife had claimed her and started receiving benefits. Even still, I make every effort imaginable to continue to give my family a good life and never allow our lack of finances to negatively affect giving my girls a magical childhood.
In general we have a good coparenting relationship. We don't interfere with each other's lives, we are flexible and work together when things come up. Before his new wife came into the picture, I did all the work of finding a good school and moving into that area, even though he wanted her to attend christian school, I take care of all her doctor, dentist, etc., appointments. I hold her social security card and birth certificate. I keep track of who gets what holidays in a year. His new wife came in and has been so kind and respectful, my daughter loves her, and I'm grateful he married someone who will be good to my daughter.
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I am worried now, because a few weeks ago, out of the blue, my daughter was upset about "having to tell her friends she won't see them next year, when she goes to a new school."
I reached out to her dad and his wife and asked "hey, she said this "XYZ" and before I react, I just wanted to ask you guys about it. I don't know of any plans to change her school"
They responded about being in the process of interviewing for a new job outside of town and hoping for it. They had asked my daughter how she would feel about changing schools as a way to take her preferences into account when making the decision, but nothing had been decided and they had not officially been offered the new job.
A few weeks went by and two separate times on a pickup day they told me she would be at her aunt's house because they were BOTH going to be in the other town at an interview for this job.
Today he reached out and told me "we" got the job, and they'd like to sit down and talk about logistics and dynamics and things.
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I am extremely worried that this new job is something church related, as I can't think of anything else that would interview a husband and wife together.
I am extremely worried that he is going to request that my daughter moves in with them during the week and attends a new school closer to their new house.
I am scared for my daughter. The christian schools in my area (if not in general) are known for being absolutely vile - lying, promiscuity, drugs, much worse than the public schools because the religious families raise kids who are better at hiding things from their parents and other adults. I'm scared because my girl is so sweet, so innocent, and so impressionable. I wanted to raise her to be able to confidently make her own decision whether she wanted to believe in those things or not, and I'm worried that she will be indoctrinated in a cult-like way by these people who openly, proudly, flaunt those cult claims.
I am also very worried that by fighting for her to stay with me, I am not going to be doing what's best for her. I don't make much money. I'm a single mom. I don't have that kind of social community and network, like... if I'm struggling, I don't have anyone else to turn to. We always have food, whether I get to eat it or not. We don't have power or water shut off, we're not at risk of homelessness, but that's because I work myself to exhaustion making sure I have the resources to keep things on and paid. I was paid on the 10th and I was getting an overdraft fee last night because bills needed to be paid. Like. How can I possibly be able to do what's best for her? I don't want things to change like that. I do want what's best for my daughter, but how do I give her that as a single mom in this economy in this capitalistic hellscape? I don't even know if there's advice for this situation, I just don't know who to ask.

I was in a christian cult - not using the word lightly, they literally wanted to "take over" the city we were living in and openly talked about their indoctrination tactics and did not shy away from the manipulation aspects.
I got divorced and got out, but I have a child with my ex husband and we share custody nearly 50/50. I have her 4 nights a week and do all school drop offs, he has her 3 nights a week including Sunday morning church. I also have another, younger daughter.
As a single mom of 2 working at the local community college, I do not make enough money to be comfortable. Everything is paycheck to paycheck, and often things get in the negative before I can figure it all out. I recently reapplied for food stamps and found out I was going to qualify for the bare minimum because I couldn't claim her on my application after he and his wife had claimed her and started receiving benefits. Even still, I make every effort imaginable to continue to give my family a good life and never allow our lack of finances to negatively affect giving my girls a magical childhood.
In general we have a good coparenting relationship. We don't interfere with each other's lives, we are flexible and work together when things come up. Before his new wife came into the picture, I did all the work of finding a good school and moving into that area, even though he wanted her to attend christian school, I take care of all her doctor, dentist, etc., appointments. I hold her social security card and birth certificate. I keep track of who gets what holidays in a year. His new wife came in and has been so kind and respectful, my daughter loves her, and I'm grateful he married someone who will be good to my daughter.

I am worried now, because a few weeks ago, out of the blue, my daughter was upset about "having to tell her friends she won't see them next year, when she goes to a new school."
I reached out to her dad and his wife and asked "hey, she said this "XYZ" and before I react, I just wanted to ask you guys about it. I don't know of any plans to change her school"
They responded about being in the process of interviewing for a new job outside of town and hoping for it. They had asked my daughter how she would feel about changing schools as a way to take her preferences into account when making the decision, but nothing had been decided and they had not officially been offered the new job.
A few weeks went by and two separate times on a pickup day they told me she would be at her aunt's house because they were BOTH going to be in the other town at an interview for this job.
Today he reached out and told me "we" got the job, and they'd like to sit down and talk about logistics and dynamics and things.

I am extremely worried that this new job is something church related, as I can't think of anything else that would interview a husband and wife together.
I am extremely worried that he is going to request that my daughter moves in with them during the week and attends a new school closer to their new house. I am scared for my daughter. The christian schools in my area (if not in general) are known for being absolutely vile - lying, promiscuity, drugs, much worse than the public schools because the religious families raise kids who are better at hiding things from their parents and other adults. I'm scared because my girl is so sweet, so innocent, and so impressionable. I wanted to raise her to be able to confidently make her own decision whether she wanted to believe in those things or not, and I'm worried that she will be indoctrinated in a cult-like way by these people who openly, proudly, flaunt those cult claims. I am also very worried that by fighting for her to stay with me, I am not going to be doing what's best for her. I don't make much money. I'm a single mom. I don't have that kind of social community and network, like... if I'm struggling, I don't have anyone else to turn to. We always have food, whether I get to eat it or not. We don't have power or water shut off, we're not at risk of homelessness, but that's because I work myself to exhaustion making sure I have the resources to keep things on and paid. I was paid on the 10th and I was getting an overdraft fee last night because bills needed to be paid. Like. How can I possibly be able to do what's best for her? I don't want things to change like that. I do want what's best for my daughter, but how do I give her that as a single mom in this economy in this capitalistic hellscape? I don't even know if there's advice for this situation, I just don't know who to ask.

So for context I’m in my first year of high school I love the school the teachers are amazing but the students there meh not so much so this all started idk beginning of this year we were in the locker rooms and someone lit a lighter she didn’t do anything with it and just put it away well her and her friends were laughing and snickering Then the following Thursday we were in are Spanish class and when the teacher turned her back too the students who had the lighter they look out the lighter and put it really close to the teachers hair and then the teacher walked away (never seeing the lighter in the girls hand Then on Monday (of this week) we were in the locker rooms again and this time she sprayed deodorant on too the flame and there was this big gust of hot wind and you could see the flame was massive and then they laughed with her friends and she put it away then today we were in are English class and she put some deodorant on the desk behind her were her friend was and lit it on fire not fully on fire but like a little flame but they put it out before the teacher saw
I have camp in a week and I’m staying in one room with them (there is 6 girls in my class ) I’m a bit scared of what there gonna do at camp and I would tell the teacher but you know the saying snitches get stitches
What do I do ???

Ok so I got my credential in California almost 3 years ago. I have been working in the same district the last 2 years teaching high school English. I knew from the start of this year that I was not happy in this district and wanted to work on getting out. I started applying about a month ago and today I found out I got an interview for a middle school ELA position in a really amazing (and notoriously hard to get into) district. I am so excited but also so nervous, so I am seeking advice for-

1. Interview basics. The teaching jobs I interviewed for when I first got my credential did interviews over Zoom; so I have never gone to an in person teacher interview. What should I bring?
   
2. What should I say to convince them I would do well in middle school when my experience is only in high school?
   
3. I am going to have to miss work for this interview but I am out of sick leave for the year. What should I put for my leave reason?
   
4. Advice on how to nail this interview. What should I highlight, what questions should I ask, and what things have you done in the past that made you stand out?
   

Thanks in advance!

Husband and I are 29 years old. Together for 15 years married for 4.
We have 3 kids, 8, 5, and 1.This is mostly regarding our oldest, who is 8.
So he’s not the best with teachers and likes to belittle them I think. Like our son brought his iPod to school (my old iPhone without service) and the teacher took it and had us pick it up and he told the teacher “dont take his phone, it’s not yours to take. Ask him to put it away and if it’s really an issue you can call me or his mother and we’ll deal with it but don’t take my things from my son” and then they argued a bit and finally she agreed if it happened again she’ll call his parents.
Then recently he got in trouble in class for disrupting the class (he threw a paper ball at another kid and then got a detention) and we weren’t informed. So when my husband and I went to pick him up the teacher said we had to wait 20 minutes because he’s in detention and he said “uh, yeah no I’m just gonna pick him up now” and she said “you’re more than welcome to after his detention” and he said “who do you think you are telling me when and were I pick up my son?” And i apologized on his behalf and told him to knock it off and he said “no, do I tell you what to teach? No. So how about you be the teacher and I’ll be the parent. You can teach him math and English and I’ll discipline him.” And she said it’s school policy and he was in there with another kid so husband just walked into the classroom and said “hey buddy, let’s go” and son said “I can’t” and he said “you’re going to serve your detention at home” and we left and the teacher just smiled and was clearly pissed.
To be completely fair, he was in trouble at home. Husband told him he needs to show his teacher respect and we took away his iPod and Xbox for the evening, and then we had him apologize to her the next morning.
On top of that, he doesn’t set a great example. He acts like a kid. I thought it was cute and funny when we were like 15 but now it’s worrisome because our kids are watching.
We were back to school shopping at the Nike store and there was a football and he looked at our son and said “hey buddy watch this” and threw it at a manican and the store worker said he had to go and he said “haha…yeah no I’m gonna stay” and I was so angry and embarrassed I just left and apologized to the worker.
Another time we were at lunch and there was a guy across the restaurant wearing a rather interesting outfit and he looked at our son and pointed to the guy and said “look at that dumbass over there. I bet he ordered a blt or some gay ass shit like that” annd they both laughed and I said “seriously??” And he shrugged and said “he probably did” and when we got home I told him how completely inappropriate that was.
And then on Saturday morning our son was playing madden on his Xbox with someone online (a random match) and he was losing so husband took over and started winning and the guy threw an interception so husband said on the mic “nice throw, f_ggot” and then won the game and called the guy a loser.
Normally I wouldn’t care, because that’s kinda what you need to expect when playing a game online, but saying those things in front of our son really upset me and I told him again in private I’m NOT ok with that.
I’m glad our son looks up to dad that much, and aside from being a little immature he’s an amazing dad and husband, but this kind of stuff really upsets me.

and BPD is the rest of the title. feeling shocked and scared.
I’m a 26 year old female. I just left inpatient yesterday after an involuntary hold due to suicidal ideation, planning to act and severe depression. I was held for 7 days after trying/adjusting and settling on 4 different medications to treat my symptoms of bipolar type 2 and borderline personality disorder. I also told them I smoke a lot of weed and they said I have cannabis use disorder but it’s the only thing that calms my anxiety and makes me want to eat something. inpatient was eye opening and a lil embarrassing at times. it forced me to slow down and really process my behavior. and what I went through I guess.
I couldn’t sleep but not because I wasn’t tired, it was more disturbances from techs doing the rounds and my 69 year old roommate who rolled out of her bed my first night. I attended all the groups and tried not to be a lazy fuck so I could get out of there sooner. All the veteran bipolar patients were saying they don’t think I’m really bipolar, but that I was having a “mental breakdown”. this has been a 2 year long process, including an almost 3 month manic episode where I quit my teaching job, broke up with my long term boyfriend after doing terrible things to him. Also almost got me a DWI and 2 pregnancies. (I do not have kids).
I am set up for outpatient appointments and don’t return to work until Monday. I’m a middle school physical education teacher and am nervous about going back and answering questions about my absence.
I lost my best friend to cancer at 23 years old and truly feel like I lost a part of this life with her. so yeah just trying to figure out my new normal and found it really helpful connecting with other patients when I was there, so how does everyone manage on the daily? any tips for first getting out of inpatient?

I have a child named G- 3 years old. The mother is a pediatrician and she has an older sister M who had a medical sleep disorder that meant she needed less sleep and skipped nap and developed fine. I guess as an infant (under 1 years old) the mother decided that G also had this condition and made the school cut down her naps. Legally we had to let her sleep at least 30 minutes but the parents threw massive fits because of “disorder.” This child G- since 2 years old has fallen asleep standing up constantly, is linguistically, comprehensively, and physically behind all her peers. She has bad repetition issue to the point she will go on for five plus minutes just repeating and staring blankly. It takes her forever to understand a command- sometimes over two minutes before she reacts. Finally the main teacher in the 3 year old asked for documentation of her condition- her mother said “well I’m a pediatrician I am her doctor,” to which the teacher replied with saying she’s legally allowed to have someone come in and evaluate G for a second opinion. Basically the mother fumbled about and agreed to let her sleep for an hour before waking her. This child can barely move to get to the cot- falling asleep sitting up- and when I have to wake her she can barely walk and sits there for over 30 minutes in and out of consciousness. I’m only a float teacher but I’ve been worried to the point of crying- I don’t know what to do but I believe her developmental delays were created by her mother refusing her sleep.

I reported my nursing instructor. Here's how it ended.
2020 I got into a ADN program in Cali
(Arab female in my 40's no children)
Already an Certified EMT or worked in healthcare.​
Overall stats 3.2 Science 3.6 overall 78 TEAS
Cohort size 30. Mostly white and country/rural setting.​ It wasnt a problem to me. I was invited to study groups and helped other students and had no issues with anyone.
1st year of school wasnt hard​​ for me. I worked per diem noc shift as a med tech for assisted living and got A's and the same feedback from instructors as everyone else.​
My 3rd semester comes. There's a tentured faculty of 20+ years we will call Teacher A who had a reputation apparently of being an oldschool mean girl or fails any students she deems unworthy. Everyone feared her but I didn't think anything of it but gossip.
During my clinicals with Teacher A she would say my ethnic name incorrectly. She had a tone and attitude with me that was different than the other students.
With me a bunch of Glaring. Eye rolling. She would always give me the highest acuity patients. Then said I asked too many questions and I dont know what im doing and stomped off. She started to fail my care plans without leaving any feedback. Other students she would sit around and chat about her personal life. One of my classmates at one point even arrived to the site impaired / hungover. Teacher A paid and arranged someone to transport her home and let her come back to the site the next day so she wouldnt lose her hours. She would let my classmates do hand on skills (IV starts) and would have me do only basic CNA task like tioleting and feeding. It felt like she didnt like me. My classmates noticed and but said nothing.
During a med pass with Teacher A I accidently dropped a narcotic pill She yells out "Are you stupid?! You put us in jeopardy!" and pick it up and stormed out of the room.
I get a phone call from the director of the nursing program and told to leave the site and see her alone. Basically Teacher A had complained about me to my classmates clinical site staff and the other nursing faculty I was given a fail for clinicals and kicked out of my program. My perfect g​rades and previous clinical performance didnt matter. No appeal could be done.
Director told me you "have any idea how many times students whine and complain the professor didn't like me when they fail?" And to basically go kick rocks.
I complained to the ocr. Teacher A denies everything. Said im overly sensitive. My classmates all kicked me out of the cohort chat and blocked my number.
1 month after the ocr had finished their report, the director emails me saying the same clinical site told her and complained because of my poor performance I cant return there and this also means I cant come back to finish the nursing program either.
1 year later I run into a retired nursing faculty I had for my 1st year. She asked what happened to me. I said I had family problems and had to drop school. Retired professor said Teacher A said she had the stupidest student she ever had from my cohort but wouldnt tell her who. Teacher A told the Director to contact that same clinical site to not allow her back so she couldn't return to the program. That shes glad that student wasnt me and I should come back and try again. Id make a good nurse. I dont have a happy ending.​​​
I sometimes read similar stories on this subreddit and from the student nurse and have flashbacks. ​​​I have bells palsy and ptsd from my experience. I will not be posting again.​

-by Swami BV Tripurari
"Mysticism is found in all of the major religious traditions. It constitutes a spiritual experiential orientation, as opposed to a socioreligious orientation to life. The mystic subset of Hinduism is yoga/Vedānta. The focus of such mysticism is to realize all of the implications of what it means to be consciousness: self-realization and God-realization. The means to do so is a systematic approach to isolating consciousness—one’s self/ātmā—from matter, both its psychic and physical dimensions. The idea is to experience and arguably demonstrate that consciousness exists independently of mind/matter. This subjective experience is arrived at by invoking a great deal of objectivity within what could be called a first-person introspective discipline. The objectivity takes the form of detachment from sense objects through a gradual process of external withdrawal and internal focus.
The yogin/Vedāntin is schooled in this detachment. That is, he or she is schooled as to the ephemeral nature of things—things of sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch—and thoughts themselves. The yogin learns that attachment to things and thoughts creates an illusory and selfish sense of self or ego/identity that, like things and thoughts, is here today but gone tomorrow. Desire for things, the Buddha teaches, is the cause of suffering. The Gītā teaches that attachment to the temporal is the womb from which suffering is born. Thus the pursuit of enduring life and happiness is not found in relation to things that are experienced. It is found in relation to the self that experiences. Armed with such reasoning, the mystic cultivates a sense of detachment. The mystic learns to control the mind and senses rather than being controlled by them and drawn through the flow of thought into an imaginary, worldly sense of self. He or she is objective to the extreme, as detachment from things allows one to look at them objectively, having dismantled one’s biases. The “boy-become-man” in Kipling’s famous poem “If—” sets the bar for a believable supernatural: a human who has risen above his or her passions and who practically speaking is human no more—a sādhu. This bar is the ground of mysticism, that which the mystic’s experience is rooted in.
The ideal of science is one thing. Scientists are another. Like other world citizens in human dress, scientists are also helplessly human. But the mystic is not a world citizen in any practical sense. Passions transcended, the world holds no charm. Living within, the mystic experiences a humbled yet heightened sense of self. He or she experiences the “more” that we intuitively sense we are—more than the fleeting sense of identity derived from attachment to sense objects. With objective sensibility as to the ephemeral nature of the world of things and thought, the mystic goes within and does not come up empty-handed. Without doing and without thinking in relation to things of the world, he or she has and knows more by way of direct experience of the consciousness we are constituted of. Indeed, go within or go without is the mystic’s mantra. A person profits more by gaining deep, abiding experience of the nonmaterial self than he or she does through material acquisition. “Being” derived from or identified with “having” is an impoverished form of existence in the very least. The mystic’s sense of being has nothing to do with having and it is rich with universally desirable characteristics.
While we refer to such a person as a mystic, he or she is really what we all agree constitutes the perfect human, one who loves one’s neighbor like oneself by way of experiencing that which all beings have in common beneath the superficial dress of differences in race, religion, psychological disposition, and so on. In the language of the Gītā, the perfect mystic is one who sees the suffering of others as if it were one’s own. Here we are not speaking of unverifiable subjective experiences, we are speaking about observable behavior that is rare yet undeniably ideal, sought after to one extent or another by different methodologies the world over.
However, unlike all of such methodologies, genuine ego-effacing spiritual discipline from mysticism is aimed exclusively at attaining this ideal. However, other than the arguably supernatural yet observable external results attained by such spiritual discipline, adepts also make objectively unverifiable claims as to the nature of their internal experience and its implications. They claim, for example, that they have realized that as a unit of consciousness, they are eternal, and thus survive biological death. Such claims are not unreasonable in that we can see that such spiritual adepts are largely aloof from bodily and emotional necessities. They live with less—much less—and offer more to the world in the form of their universal compassion. While their subjective experience is not something we can determine the veracity of in the laboratory, the objective and systematic methodology the mystics subject themselves to and the consistent results—the subjective experiences—the mystics report, when combined with the observable fact that such mystics have risen above human passion, must be given consideration in any honest effort to demystify or understand consciousness. While anyone can say anything about their subjective spiritual experience, we find remarkably consistent cross-cultural reporting of experiences among mystics from all religious traditions. With the effacing of the conventional ego self—the fleeting, selfish psychic identity—the mystics experience the more that arguably we are, the consciousness that is the ground of being on which the dance of actual love proceeds."