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I've been going through all of University of Guelph's videos, read a few books, and watched some other YouTubers. Obviously, there's about as many tecniques as there are beekeepers but being rather logic oriented I lean on what "proven" science can tell me so I've molded a lot of what I'm doing based on what Paul Kelly of U of G teaches. But I find that no matter how much I research you never really get the whole step by step picture so I have some questions about some nuances.
1) I installed the package 3 weeks ago. I'm about 3 weeks into a new package install. Bees seem to be coming along nicely. I estimate I'm at around 4.5-5 frames drawn out on new foundation in a 10 frame deep. I've been feeding them since the day they were installed with 1:1 syrup mixed with pollen substitute and some homemade HBH (picked up that technique from Dave Burns). I'd estimate they've taken in about 2 maybe 3 gallons since they started. I timed my last inspection for last Sunday because I figured that was when most of the first generation of brood would be capped and I could get a clear picture of laying pattern of my queen. All looks good. I've also noticed several frames are chock full of nectar and pollen and a good amount of bee bread.
I've heard elsewhere that keepers don't like to keep heavy feeding in spring during nectar flow because they will backfill. Some books I've read said you need to keep feeding till they quit taking it in. Like I said I'm about 4-5 frames drawn out so too early for the first super to be added.
When do you typically stop feeding a new package? My thought was to keep going until they've drawn everything out but I also don't want to limit my queens laying space while they still haven't drawn all the frames. Thoughts? Would really like to hear from others in my area/climate
2) I'm in the peidmont of South Carolina (zone 8a) just south of Charlotte, NC. and figure I'll run single deeps for over wintering. If the guys in Ontario have success with it I'm sure it's fine in the south and as I understand it, is pretty common to only do single deeps in the south. Paul Kelly teaches pulling all supers in the fall when you do mite treatments and immediately feeding 2:1 syrup until a hive has taken in roughly 4 gallons before winter. The idea is that the backfill will limit the queen laying so heavy into winter and the bees having a smaller space to have to keep warm. Other books/master keepers say to leave them with an entire super filled with honey for winter, even in the south. Again would love to hear peoples thoughts and experiences with that.
I'm certainly aware of the whole ask 5 beeks and get 10 opinions but would just like to hear some first hand experiences on these two topics in particular.

Okay, let's imagine just across in another galaxy, there's a planet of sentient aliens a bit like us.
I think it leads to some open ended questions for Christian theology, and I'd like to invite everyone to take part and give their views.
1) Firstly, would aliens neccesarily need saving, or could they be impeccable?
(If not, do they act like Aquinas's angels?)
2) If aliens need saving, does that mean they too have original sin?
3) If aliens have original sin, how should we understand that they got it. Were they a) also seminally present in the loins of Adam (even metaphorically), b) presumed to have had a similar fall due to their nature as aliens?
(If I were Christian, I'd probably say a, because b would mean that sentient beings were prone to sinning before original sin, and that would then defeat the point of it.)
4) Now let's assumed that aliens do need saving:
Who saves them? (a) the Jesus we know, or a separate alien incarnation of (b) God the Son or (c) Both, depending on if humans could reach them?
For 4, I think both A and B could be a bit theologically risky, but b far less so:
For a) You have the usual uncontacted tribes problem, plus the added problems if we never are able to reach said aliens, plus the fact that it seems significant that Jesus became a human to save humans would that work for other aliens?
For b) You may end up in some kind of heresy about the nature of God the Son like Nestorianism (or perhaps not, maybe it can be worked into mainstream doctrine). (Or maybe you don't care if you're a Nestorian)
I'd love to hear people's thoughts on any of these questions, or if you think there are any other debates the existence of aliens would open up too!

You asked for it, so here it is. I've compiled a ranking of all of the rankings since roughly when the season ended. How did I find them? I searched 'Ranking' in the search bar for 'Search in CFB' . The search gave me results as far back as January. I then used intuition to distinguish between what were rankings and what weren't. These rankings include media and community-made ones.
Before I show the rankings, let me just say that y'all love your rankings. Even the ones with negative upvotes still get a significant engagement. The 34th most commented post has less than 1 upvote. The least engaged post with less than 1 upvote isn't even in the bottom 20. The ranking posts were also the most popular in the month proceeding the end of the season and has picked up a lot in this past month. Enjoy:
Metrics
I rated based on comments and upvotes where the other serves as the tiebreaker.
Here's some stats:
111 posts have been recorded.

Upvotes	# Comments
37 posts have over 100 upvotes	56 posts have over 100 comments
16 posts have less than 10 upvotes	30 posts have over 200 comments
11 posts have less than 1 upvote	10 posts have over 300 comments
11 posts have over 200 upvotes	4 posts have less than 10 comments
5 posts have over 300 upvotes	3 posts have over 400 comments
2 posts have over 400 upvotes	1 post has over 500 comments
1 post has over 500 upvotes	0 posts have over 1000 comments
0 posts have over 1000 upvotes	0 posts have less than 1 comment

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CFB Flair Census Final Update: Scraping Every Game Played	798	448
9 College Football Stars Who Should Get the Cover of EA Sports' NCAA Football 24	459	467
College Football's 15 Toughest Schedules in 2024	377	688
Ranking the Top 10 College Football Quarterbacks for 2024	335	327
College Football's Easiest Schedules for 2024	312	358

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Ranking All 31 Head Coaching Hires for the 2023 Offseason	0	39
On3: Big 12 Head Coach Power Rankings	0	47
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Non-B10/SEC Team Media Value Rankings for Football	0	79

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9 College Football Stars Who Should Get the Cover of EA Sports' NCAA Football 24	459	467
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Ranking Relevant East Coast Teams in Conference Realignment	150	391
Ranking College Football Coaches Using Only Win-Loss Records	256	375

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College Football Sweetheart Rankings: 2024 Roster Quality	5	5
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2023 Postseason Big 12 Uniform Tracker: The Gang's All Here	36	8
On3: College Football ACC Head Coach Power Rankings	19	12

Note: I will add this ranking in 48 hours.

I have a feeling a lot of us are going to say things like the Moog synths, Hilda, VHS Synth, etc., but I’d love to know what you’re enjoying. These don’t necessarily have to be the best plugins, just the ones you reach for over and over again.
Mine are:
Baby Audio BA-1: It sounds great and has a very straightforward UI. The simplicity means it never takes long to come up with a cool patch.
BLEASS Arpeggiator: This thing is amazing. It’s got a ton of parameters and modulation options. When you start to abuse it, it doesn’t even sound like an arpeggiator anymore. I use it more like a weird generative sequencer than an arpeggiator.
Continua: Great sounding synth with a few more params than BA-1, but still not too bad. I like the way it handles the mod matrix. I’m not crazy about the chorus effect on it; it seems to delay my notes enough that it screws up the feel of typewriter basslines. But I can always slap a chorus plugin after it, so it’s not a huge deal.
Drum Computer: I love the range of sounds I can get out of it. The randomization feature is surprisingly effective at giving me good drum sounds.
Factory: Picked this one up recently on sale, but I like the range of sounds. The randomization on the mod matrix is a quick way to get interesting stuff. You’d think that would quickly descend into unusable madness, but it’s actually pretty good.
Hilda: Reminds me a lot of my Ø-Coast and Strega hardware synths. Absolutely fantastic.
Nerd Synth: Tons of great sounds and easy to tweak.
Phosphor 3: An emulation of one of the first softsynths ever made. It’s relatively simple, but I love the sound of it.
Zeeon: Dagger’s big brother. I love how they cleverly tucked wave folding and FM into it to let you experiment with some different forms of synthesis.
Atom Piano Roll: Great for getting more intricate with sequencing. The ghost note feature is great. I often record my OXI One into it so I can instantly recall my OXI One songs without even needing the hardware.
Fugue Machine: Lots of fun for coming up with unexpected polyphonic sequences.
Harmony Bloom: This generates sequences so gorgeous that it feels like cheating.
Neon: My favorite generative sequencer of all time, and I should note that I have about $3,000 worth of hardware sequencers sitting on my desk as I write this. Neon beats them all.
Velocity KB: Basically the MPE functionality from an Ableton Push 3 at a tiny fraction of the price. Works way better than I expected.
Reverbs: Too many favorites to list individually. Blackhole, Alteza, Crystalline, and Cascade are my go-to reverbs. All are wonderful for different reasons.
Dials: I love the way this fattens everything up.
Enso: Great for recording things and mangling them.
Looperator: Great for injecting some life into otherwise boring sequences.
Other Desert Cities: I use it in every single song. Maybe my favorite delay of all time.
Rymdigare: Fantastically weird little ambient maker.
Volcano: Often used to subtly bring things in and out of the mix over time. Great for ambient.
Weeping Wall: Fantastic for making sparse sequences sound emotional.
So what are you using all the time?

he broke up with me in mid april. so it's been a little over a month. we went no contact, despite explicitly saying we would. it has been devastating for me. i speculate about what he is doing and torture myself with thoughts of regret and grief. i miss him more than i've ever missed anyone.
i feel better than i did a month ago but only so much. i have been busy with art making and traveling and going out and spending time with friends and meeting new ones. I still think about him several times a day. He is always in the back of my mind. my new attempt to stop hurting so much and detach is to say to myself "i'm not going to let you hurt me anymore." that seems to work, temporarily, but i can't shake the desire to reach out, especially as what would have been our anniversary approaches.
He expressed his feelings at the beginning of March, after I returned from a weekend trip to nyc. I expressed extreme emotions, because I so desperately wanted him to stay with me, and felt so badly for anything and everything I had done to make him feel that way. He wouldn't look me in the eyes when I cried because it was "too much." I called him at some point the next day and asked if we were still together, despite knowing he wanted to break up, he said yes. This was the beginning of a month of mixed signals and reluctance to hang out with me. Looking back, I didn't respect what he wanted and his boundaries, and I regret that deeply. I should have let him go and not made him feel more resentful toward me.
When we had that last conversation in mid April, he said "i don't want to hang out with you anymore." In the last month we were together (March), he also would say he loved me and call me every day (usually greeting me with "hello beautiful") and say he was glad we weren't doing the single thing because dating sucks. Yet, he would make this face, a face that appeared angry or upset at me, right upon greeting me. He would get angry with me over little things, would sulk when he hung out with me, after being sweet minutes before.
He was dealing with depression, major depression, that he has dealt with his entire life. I tink he felt he was depressed because of our relationship. He was also struggling to adjust to the new city. He wasn't making friends as quickly as he thought and was unable to motivate himself to getting started on writing music and go out. I admit that during the winter, our relationship became boring and we would stay in together on the weekends. We would argue too. Neither of us were having much fun during that time, except when we watched movies, went furniture shopping or had sex (lol).
For context: we both moved to the same new city. I was terrified when he said he wanted to move when he got laid off last May. I expressed this sadness and frustration and worry but I made plans to move as well. I moved for him yes, but this city was one I'd been talking about moving to since before I met him and it seemed like the right time to go, for myself but also to continue this relationship.
About a month before I moved, because of being upset and angry with him still for leaving me behind, he attempted to break up with me. I still lived in our home town and he drove all the way back to arrive at my apt, and surprise me by saying "i came to break up." I immediately had a panic attack and begged him to stay with me. He stayed with me, against his will but, after that, everything seemed fine and our relationship suddenly became much better than it was before. He seemed to still love me a lot. He even helped me move out of my apartment and drove the uhaul for me.
I look back and realize how much he probably felt forced or obligated to do. Maybe not everything, or all the time, but out of some kind of love he was trying to still have for me. I know now that you can't make someone stay and I feel terrible for doing that to him. I just loved and still love him more than I've loved anyone. I couldn't, and still can't, let go.
It had been a long time coming. We were incompatible in many ways; I was too anxiously attached and would demand too much of his time and emotional energy. He was avoidant. We would get into petty arguments about things rather frequently. I unfortunately would get angry with him over things that were rooted in my insecurity, which resulted in my own jealousy and possessive issues. I regret acting this way, and not supporting his music in the way he deserved. My regrets are endless.
He also said- "we can't stay together just because you don't want to be abandoned." and while that is true, it wasn't just my fear driving my attachment, i didn't want him to leave because i loved him so much. So, I feel invalidated by that statement now. I feel like so much was blamed on me and i willingly took the blame because i was trying to be better. i recognize what i did and where i went wrong. i really never wanted to hurt him.
i've been trying to analyze why he would reject my intense love for him. and i'm learning a lot. I don't know about you but i imagine that we all want to be loved, and the pain just gets in the way.
and i know all i can do now is respect his boundaries and his need to get away from me. i know i must do everything i can to not contact him and let him go.
i feel so pathetic!!!

I (17 f) and my ex-girlfriend (17 f) at the time were both 15 when we started seeing each other. Both of her parents were very strict Christians, especially her mom. Her parents had a divorce a couple years back but they lived on the same farm, just different houses. We fell in love when she invited me to spend the night at her house. That’s also when I found out I liked women. Her mom however, wouldn’t let her date, not boys or girls till she was done with high school (she was homeschooled). But we both loved each other. We did everything that couples did, hugged, cuddled, kissed, went out on dates, and she took my virginity, but she would never call me her girlfriend. Said she couldn’t because of her mom. Well, one day, her mom caught us kissing. I was sent home that night. I knew what her mom catching us meant for us. But what she told me hurt me even more. She told me that her mom would allow me to see her again, if we could prove we were only just friends. At this point my heart was shattered. I thought I’d lost her for good and would never see her again. And now, I was forced to only look at her as a friend, and deal with her mom judging me for who knows how long. We tried to stay in contact, she got her phone taken away and her messages were now linked to her mom’s phone so she could see what we were saying to each other. She got her sister to let her use her phone so we could talk privately. I tried for a couple months to see if it was worth saving. But we talked less and less, and it felt like we would never be together again. I felt I had 2 choices. Wait a couple years till she was able to move out of that house, or move on with my life. In the end, I moved on and broke things off. I feel like I just abandoned her but I felt trapped in a doomed to fail relationship. Plus, we were still young and had the rest of our lives to find the right person but I don’t know. Am I the asshole?

Very often I feel that having a chance to say a final goodbye / being with them in the last moments, knowing how it happened, would have made such a difference in my complicated grief and coping. I find it incredibly hard, even traumatic, that nobody in our family got a chance to say goodbye or I love you. He was completely alone and isolated when he died.
How do you regard this? Looking for your experiences and thoughts. Would a final goodbye make it different for you?

I'm 25 but my dad will still bully me by saying I'm fat or look like an "animal" (I'm normal weight btw)!
I expressed SO many times how upset this makes me, but it keeps happening.
It's almost like he wants me to get triggered and feel bad. I spent so many times crying because of this but now i come to a point where i stopped loving my dad!

Hello Everyone,
So I am starting a private practice, and would love your help in ensuring I have the proper forms/documentation for my intakes. I have searched around and believe I have what I need, but I always appreciate more insight and info.
To give some context, I am currently virtual only, and I am utilizing Alma, accepting insurance and private pay.
I am looking at various EHRs, with Simple Practice seemingly the most popular, but have also experimented with Sessions Health and Therapy Notes. It's hard to say which works best for me, but I may go with Simple Practice, as I feel it may be better to scale down and pay more up front, than find myself lacking. That said, I'm open to suggestions and tips/info on either using it or others.
My current forms are:

• Email/Text Consent
• Telehealth Consent
• Informed Consent for Assessments and Treatment
• Notice of Privacy Policies
• Client Financial Responsibility Agreement
• Practice Policies
• Release of Information (RoI's)
• Credit Card Authorization Form
• Good Faith Estimate

Are there any others I may be missing? Anything I need to make sure of are in those that others might miss or might not be in a typical template?
Any help would be appreciated!

Her co-parenting grift is working!! Stephen has learned to grovel and threaten and pop pills and conveniently break a foot when things don't go exactly his way to which Laura identifies with "feeling needed, must mother him, gosh he just loves us so much". She's just as toxic as Stephen (and recently revealing she's an even bigger narc than him), so it's all going exactly to plan and I'm thrilled that they've found a way to dupe themselves AND their fans yet again! This is SO MUCH easier than forcing Stephen to be the angry homeless piece of shit he deserves to be while she set an example and gained the strength and made a new life for her and the kids away from him no matter how hard it might be adjusting to that or dealing with his scary wrath. But that was too hard for Laura and things can't be hard plus her fans just LOOoOOOove them together despite the abuse behind closed doors!! So Laura, thank gawd, decided NOT to do the hard thing and upset her fans or herself and instead rebrand their toxic bullshit as CO-PARENTING!! Plus, Stephen almost got tied down to two really hot chicks at the same time so whew!! Luckily Laura caught that disaster in time and got him back ALL to herself! So now she can lead him on AND have a boyfriend and he can have Laura and slide into single hot wannabe influencers, models, and singers Dms with promises of record deals and tv shows ALL WHILE BOTH OF THEM PRETEND TO NOT BE CURRENTLY RELAPSING in front of their fans! Gawd this is all so cozy!
Their friends and fans deserve Laura and Stephen and Laura and Stephen deserve everything coming their way in the future! I'm just soooo excited for the next seemingly successful six months of collaborations of them blatantly confusing and trolling their fans with even more passive aggressive skits of how AWESOME they are at not being together.
Wait, did they mention they're not together?? Because they're definitely not together!!

I've been using a side blog for posting my written works. A few months ago, I noticed I was unable to comment on anything anymore with this blog and all of my previous comments were deleted, even on my own posts. It just gives me an error message. I never received any message saying I violated TOS and to my knowledge I haven't. I can still post new things and people can see them. I've reached out to Tumblr support several times over the past few weeks and even to their Twitter page. No response at all besides the automatic email. I don't know what else to do and I feel very upset because I love connecting with readers on my blog and can no longer do that. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

I (21F) have been with my (23M) boyfriend for about two years. We fell madly in love, and he had treated me better than anyone I had ever been with. I also felt very safe and secure with him, and we got along as friends, not just lovers. Throughout our entire relationship, we have had to do long distance. We are from the same hometown. It wasn’t much of an issue in the beginning. He would drive 12 hours to see me sometimes. He’s in a really difficult engineering school, and I’m living at home working as a RVT. Since December, things have been different. He started to become very stressed at school, which I tried to support him through it the best I could. I mean, I tried really hard. He would communicate less and less and I would have no choice but to be understanding, because when I’d get upset or ask him about it, he’d get defensive and claim I didn’t understand and that I never could. He was so nice before and I’m so confused. He sent good morning and goodnight texts, would buy me beautiful gifts and tell me how gorgeous I was. I just felt so loved, and he became a big source of happiness during this really weird and hard time in my life. The more he seems to start pushing me away, I desperately try to keep him around. I can’t seem to help it. Well, he is graduating and he started to ask me about moving in with him. I was so excited because we wouldn’t have to do distance anymore. For a month, he let me believe that was the plan. I applied to a school out there to continue my education. I even started buying stuff for our apartment. Then, suddenly he didn’t want to. I don’t know why I didn’t make it a bigger deal because he completely changed my plan and flipped my life upside down. It was so embarrassing to tell everyone that he didn’t want me to come anymore. He rationalized it as that he had never lived alone before, and wanted a chance to settle into his new job, alone. And that he wants to read books??? He said he wanted to work on himself to be a better man for me. So, after mourning what I thought could have been I just dropped it. And then the texts starting to get even less. He won’t answer my calls sometimes, just because he doesn’t want to. One day, I drove to his school without telling him because I was so desperate to see and talk to him. He actually was so happy, and nice, and he held me and cried and we talked, and it all seemed fine. But after I left , he still wouldn’t talk to me much. He has a lot of family things going on and I can tell it’s been bad for his mental health. Anyway, though, what is making me write this is that I found a sticky note trying to rationalize and sort me into whether I’m going to be a good thing for his future. It said something about my hood qualities, but then said “Millions of women ahead of me, find spectacular one”. My heart broke. I asked him about it and he was saying he wrote it after a fight, and that it wasn’t really his feelings now. I just feel so stuck. I really wanted to be with him. He used to talk about us having babies, and he was so passionate. I miss the man he was so bad and I don’t know if holding out for him to get better as he says is the right idea. I just only want him. Currently, I am wildly jealous and sad because him and his friends (and their gfs) took a graduation trip and he didn’t invite me. It would’ve been my dream to go. I’ve been struggling so much here and I wish he cared so bad. He doesn’t text me while he’s on this trip. I see him active on social media, and he’ll occasionally throw me an i misss you before disappearing again. On Friday, I am driving to his graduation with his sister and mother. I don’t know how to act and what to do. I don’t want him to think it’s okay to be mean to me, but I don’t wanna fight on his graduation day. I guesss I’m just just miserable and need someone to talk to about it. I’m so embarrassed he’s even doing this to me. I could never to him. He says I’m the one making it a big deal that he won’t respond or communicate. I tried explaining how much it hurt. I just hate the idea that he’ll do everything for someone else that I have to beg for now, like he did in the beginning

Hi everyone, I’m in a bit of a conundrum right now. Background: I’ve been on strattera for a bit now, probably two weeks, and I think it’s helping quite a bit already with how I am at work. My doctor also prescribed Ritalin, which she said to use only “when needed”. But I haven’t taken it yet because she was stressing the habit forming aspect of it so much… However, my overall concern is that I feel like I’m more or less functional at work all day, but when it comes to getting home, I’m in pure paralysis mode after I get all my immediate getting home responsibilities done (walk the cat, change to comfy clothes, do some dishes). But I really miss doing my hobbies… I draw and crochet and every once in a while I have a big burst of being able to do it. But it’s rare and all or nothing. Some might say this is “how adult life is”, but it’s really depressing me and I don’t think they get it. I’ve been tempted to start taking a (IR) Ritalin when I get home to give me motivation to do the things I love, but I’m afraid I shouldn’t as my doctor only approved stimulants when I said I might “need them for work”. But honestly I think I’m able to do my work because of all the pressure, and strattera is helping me start up in the morning. Is it ok to take stimulants to do my hobbies and recreational activities? Is that basically taking it recreationally? Any advice?

16M, I have for the most part decent attendance, the only reason I have absences is either a sick day but my mom forgot to give me a doctors note or I was late because of my bus, My mom is sick of driving me and paying for ubers if I miss the bus so she made an empty threat of saying she will make me walk of I was ever late again, cut to today and I was late, I woke up but had stomach issues. ended up missing my bus and I couldn't contact my mom for 2 reasons. 1, she would kill me and I'm convinced she would make me walk or call me and Uber but ground me when I got back, 2 even if I wanted to contact her I couldn't because I was so panic-stricken I couldn't find her new number in my phone. I hate using the school bathroom because my school has an issue with vape kids, attempted drug use, drugs, fights, etc. The school locked down the bathrooms and now has security watching them and we have a limit. The bathrooms are nasty so I use it at home and hold it for the rest of the day but I took too long thanks to that jelly I ate (freshly picked strawberries, I think something got into one of the jars I ate but my siblings have no issues, only me) I literally had everything planned to be on time but it was messed up because I this
Without thinking I set up my GPS and started walking to school, it was painful because it was hot and my water bottle broke a month ago so I had nothing. After picking the fastest route I started sprinting a little and made it to Wawas (it's close to the school) I turned off my GPS becausei knew the rest of the way, but when I finished I heard hissing, a creaking duck started running at me and I was freaking out because I didn't know ducks could hiss, it had its family around so I just took a photo and continued my sprint, I brought a bottle of water and put the extra in my phone case just in case this happened again without my wallet on me.
I was so scared of what would happen that I just kept going without thinking, while walking I find several dead turtles and I finally make it to school, my legs hurt and I was tired, I check my bag to find I had to deodorant. Security asks me why I was late and I explained the above and the securitystarted laughing and saying I was dedicated, one mentionedhow I should have just stayed home. I tell my first block teacher what happened and she started laughing and I showed her the photos I took. Our of curiosity she looks how long I would have to walk from my house to the school, 1 hour and 3 minutes. I was dripping with sweat but I was an hour late, I told the story to my other teachers and my second block was concerned and told me not to do it again, my third block teacher was loving it because I tell her stuff like this all the time, and my last block teachers was shocked. My bus driver was even in disbelief as well.
I ranted to the girl I was talking to and she told me I literally could have just called her or any of my friends but I was so focused on how I was late that I didn't even consider it as an option, I felt like an idiot and one of my classmates said I can tell my future kids that I had to walk a mile to get to school. To make it worse I still have to cut the grass when I get home
I now have to tell my mom that I got another UE Absence without talking about how I had diarrhea, the shame man…
TLDR, miss the bus because I had jelly and walked/sprinted an hour to get to school just to be marked absent and almost attacked by a duck

if anyone has any ideas for where to find last minute finance internships for this summer i.e private equity, wealth management, etc. please let me know. i know it is incredibly late in the game but i have just found the career path i am interested in (i am a neuro & econ major and i thought i would go into neuro but im realizing now i wanna go into econ) and i would love to gain more exposure. if it helps i go to a t-10 university and i am a rising junior
please only comment if you have help, i know many of you will probs say it's way too late/i am wasting my time/etc. and i already feel so many of those things right now that i would love to avoid more criticism.

Perhaps cliché, but as the title states, I am in love with my best friend.
She and I share the same interests, music taste, all of it. She is smart, funny, beautiful, she's perfect. We have been friends for roughly 2 years, right about when she got out of her 2-year relationship with her first real boyfriend.
It was made clear to me early on in our friendship that she was not interested in anything romantic, especially since she had broken up with him about a month before. But it's been two years now, and I've fallen for her.
A major part of the issue is that she has lots of guy friends. I'd say there are 5 main ones, excluding me. I fear that she is too addicted to the attention these other guys give her to get into a relationship, since half of the guys she hangs out with are only around because they, too, are interested in her. She knows that they are, though, but she is unaware of my feelings.
What is the best way to approach this, or would it be best not to?
TL;DR: I am in love with my best friend, but her having other guy friends makes asking her out difficult, as she is already showered in attention. How to proceed?

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Chapter 20
The lecture was supposed to be on Rationality 101, apparently not for Newcomers only. Serene was there to have her back but G was having a hard time focusing.
The boring black uniform more fitting for a hotel receptionist defaced the godlike beauty standing in front of a huge screen. Gentry couldn’t believe her eyes: this was the man she had her hands on a little while ago?
No, it couldn’t be.
It had been just an avatar, too perfect in its unblemished visage, too pure for this world. Yet the man whose face she remembered as if it was etched on the back of her eyelids, who she’d been constantly thinking about, who her hands itched to snatch, was standing right there, in the flesh.
Back in the dreamy simulated world she caught herself thinking that a trim waist like this couldn’t anatomically work on a human, yet here he was: a towering spread of fit shoulders perfectly balanced above the flexible whip of his midsection. The light-grey eyes that betrayed every movement of his pupils were as real as the ones that reflected the mock moon during her test. Below them lay the sharp slope of the cheekbones one could cut themselves on.
The only thing a bit different, apart from the outfit choice, was the young god’s hair. In the simulation, it was flowing and probably too long to be practical. This person’s mane was much shorter and fell down his neck in a neat ponytail, tastefully tamed with a single hairpin.
She had to get her hands on this treasure.
He was making last minute preparations for the lecture, looking through the papers on the desk, dark strands framing his face, light grey eyes sharp in careful concentration.
Professor Q, huh.
He said this was his name, and so did the note on the lecture hall door.
She was sure it was the man who had melted in her arms making the most delicious sounds a male throat could produce.
Had he recognised her?
Unlikely.
At the time of the simulation session, she didn’t have a camera that could pick up her facial features but just to be on the safe side, she decided to go by “G” in his class. There were bound to be lots of people with a name starting with a G, right? What would be the odds it was this particular newcomer that Q had tested that would end up in his class?
The man finally lifted his eyes at the audience and a gentle smile momentarily graced his features before disappearing as if he didn’t see someone he’d expected to.
The holoboard on the wall behind him obediently lit up following his nonchalant gesture. Gentry found it annoying that one needed a pair of special glasses to see all the augmented reality stuff and really navigate the city but again, with Sereen’s help she had more or less gotten used to it in the couple of days she had to deal with the necessities like settling down, getting food and finding her way around Ashtapada.
Still, could they use a piece of chalk or, at least, a marker to write on the board? No need to show off your Fully Automated Luxury Space Communism tech just to write a couple of notes on the board!
On second thought, high-tech-crazy or not, if this city brought up men like this one, she would definitely do her best to stay here to… reap the benefits!
They took a desk next to a huge clear floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the winter garden.
“Professor Q seems a little distracted today,” Sereen said, swiftly tapping a couple of buttons on G’s wrist to show her how to confirm that she was attending the lecture. “He’s usually much more chatty and friendly. I wonder what got into him.”
“Is he?” Gentry responded with an artificial air of indifference. “I just hope he’s more open to a discussion than that Poe guy.”
“He is! And Professor Poe isn’t that bad,” Sereen reprimanded before chuckling a little — since his little secret became known to students, he became known as Holopoe. “Just wait and see, it’s gonna be a blast. Q’s lectures are always very engaging.”
It proved to be utter bullshit.
After fiddling with the symbols on the interactive screen for ten minutes into the class, students getting more and more agitated behind his back, the lecturer seemed to give up. Turning back to the audience, he absentmindedly nodded to a couple of people in the lecture hall and sighed with a painfully fake smile.
“For today’s class, we are going to need to read a certain extract from a book,” he said, tone apologetic for some reason, but it solidified G’s conviction that she already knew this person. “I’ve just sent it to each of your wristcomms. We’ll have some quiet time and read it by ourselves, alright?”
“Reading from the comm?” Sereen mumbled to herself. “Couldn’t he just print them out?”
The rest of the students’ grumbles showed that they shared her disappointment. Q could only hopelessly smile again before returning to his work on the board.
Reading from the little semi-transparent screens was indeed torture. Quickly giving up on trying to awkwardly use gestures for scrolling through the text, she looked out of the window to entertain herself with the garden outside. From the modest height they were sitting at, the people below were quite discernible, partly hidden by the greenery, spread here and there in small groups and pairs. Gentry longed to be there, too. What was the use of being here with the most attractive person in the whole world if the only thing she could see was his back?
Well, the back didn’t look half bad, if she was honest, and what was below also pleased the eye.
But still. It would soon bore even the most easily entertained.
Her gaze fell to a small clearing where a lone male figure was sitting, writing something in a notebook. By the looks of it, the notebook was a real paper-made thing without the bells and whistles usual for Ashtapada. The next thing G noticed was a pair of slender legs, barefoot, stretched to dip the toes into the clear water of the artificial stream.
God bless the urban designers of this place!
The figure lifted the head and in an inconceivably graceful motion, swung the long blond bangs away from the face.
G straightened her back. Was it... Ok, maybe Q was the most handsome man she’d seen in her life but this... This was the younger boy she’d noticed a couple of days back, the one in a plaid skirt, shamelessly flirting with everyone within reach. Today, he wasn’t wearing one but the blue jeans hugging his thighs, rolled up almost to the knees, presented a picture just as tantalizing. Even with the hair was a completely different colour, even though the half-up, half-down style kept his face hidden, she was absolutely certain it was the same person.
Just you wait, young beauty, as soon as this “lecture” was over, your princess in shining armour was coming to pick you up!
Suddenly snapping out of the dull weariness, she turned on the auglasses S helped her obtain earlier and tapped away on her comm screen.
What a chance to give the local text sharing feature a go!
“The garden is pretty, but with a blossom like you, it is truly breathtaking. I wonder if anyone has picked this sweet flower or if anyone dares to,” she typed a cheesy note and folded the message into a neat 3D figurine of an origami paper crane with her fingers in the air.
Was S watching? Screw it, even if she was, she couldn’t read the message with her glasses off, right?
Carefully aiming the device at the lone figure, she launched the crane downwards, and it fluttered like a weightless butterfly in spirals, through the glass and right into the young man’s lap, not disturbing the notebook pages. He started at first at the intrusion but then turned his own glasses on and unfolded the message. A shy smile appeared on his plump lips, and he looked flattered, turning his head around to see if the sender was in sight. Catching no one, he typed something below the initial message and deftly folded it back into a crane that, to G’s surprise, flew directly at her, in uneven spirals along the wall. The man traced it with a smile, propping himself back on his arms, his whole slim body and face on full display now.
God, was he good-looking.
Easily passing the physical border of the glass again, the crane crashed into Gentry’s wristcomm, dutifully delivering the message and betraying her tactical position at the same time. An amused kind of surprise showed on the young man’s face and he waved at her to show that she had been exposed. She waved back, trying to look nonchalant but probably failing miserably.
Very smooth, G, way to go.
The message read, “Is a flower only good for looking at? Not this one.”
Oooh, this boy was playing with fire!
“Hey, G,” Sereen nudged. “Have you finished reading?”
“Mm? Oh, yeah.” Gentry lied easily. She had skimmed the first couple of paragraphs and was sure she’d be able to come up with something if asked.
“Done everybody?” the deep gentle voice called from the holoboard and G’s attention snapped back to the dignified face.
The class murmured affirmatively.
“I’m sorry today’s lecture isn’t as fun as usual,” he admitted. “I must say I’m still unsure how to approach such complex topic as this one. But with your help, I hope we’ll figure it out.”
Everyone seemed to perk up.
“You just read an extract on paradoxes,” Q went on. “And you might be wondering why we are raising a philosophical topic on a rational thinking course.”
“There you go,” Sereen whispered. “He’s back to normal!”
G humphed. This did seem interesting. Was it a good idea to read the extract after all?
Q continued, “In the text, you might have encountered the definition of a paradox. Would anyone explain it with their own words?”
A raised hand and the lecturer’s nod brought some courageous soul to their feet.
“It’s when you start with the correct premises, use consistent logic but wind up with an impossible conclusion,” they said. “There are three types: falsidical, veridical and antimony-type, which are...”
“Correct,” Q smiled and nodded the person back down. It was a smile worth starting a thousand wars over.
“Now there’s a reason why I asked you to read about them. Why do you think people have been fascinated with paradoxes for such a long time?”
S raised her hand and received a kind invitation.
“I might be wrong,” she said. “But it seems that they point at the limitations of our thinking, things that seem rational but in fact aren’t. We feel that with our all-conquering logic we can solve any puzzle but it’s not always the case. Right?”
“This is very insightful,” the teacher confirmed. “It is believed by many that what’s rational is true and therefore what rationality cannot explain must be false.”
“I definitely know someone who would die on that hill,” Gentry grumbled under her breath.
“I’m sorry?” Q asked. “Is there something you wanted to add... sorry, I don’t know your name?”
Still half mad with professor Poe, Gentry stood up. “It’s G, I’m a Newcomer. I was saying how a human mind can fool itself into thinking it knows what it looks at as long as it makes sense. But in reality, it’s not there, like the sky.”
That was the only thing she remembered from that last lecture! She felt the tips of her ears heat up but the kind and considering look on Q’s face showed her gamble paid off.
“These are very insightful observations, G, why don’t we try exploring them together?” — he waived her to sit down and turned back to the class — “Five minutes to discuss how paradoxes might reveal the weaknesses of rational thinking. Send your answers to the board when you’re done.”
“Whoa, daring as usual,” Sereen smiled. “I knew you’d enjoy his class.”
“Now, consider these two questions,” Q said to another student who stood up at his hand wave. “If an unstoppable force meets an indestructible object, what is going to happen?”
The person seemed to contemplate it for a while and the teacher didn’t rush him.
“Isn’t it one of those which are impossible to solve because the existence of the one automatically disproves the existence of the other?”
Q nodded, “Correct. The second one about the barber in a small town is of the same sort. Sereen?”
S stood up too, “The one that shaves all and only men that don’t shave themselves?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “At first, a premise like this seems perfectly reasonable, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” S responded, somewhat rashly. “But it’s clear that a barber like this cannot exist.”
“Wait, really?” Gentry whispered as Q nodded in satisfaction and urged her friend to go on.
“Yes, if we ask ourselves if this barber shaves himself. If he doesn’t, then he is part of the group which he does shave that do not shave themselves, but if he is in this group, then he does shave himself which makes it impossible for him to be this barber by definition.”
While the rest of the class was catching up with the logic, Q’s smile got only wider, more inviting.
“What does it tell us about the nature of the premise then?” he asked.
“That although it seems that it sounds logical on the surface, it is in fact nonsense and we don’t even need to hear the rest of the riddle to discard it completely,” S concluded.
The man chuckled.
“Well, I wouldn’t be that brash, to be honest, but on balance, you’re right,” he said. “If you stay after the lecture, I might recommend a couple of books on the topic. Your Newcomer friend is welcome to stay, too.”
G put up the best of the aloof fronts, “I’d be happy to, Professor.”
“Q is fine,” he smiled again and went on addressing the rest of the class that immediately exploded into a heated discussion.
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“Basically, what I think we’re supposed to learn from this,” S concluded after a while, standing up so that everyone could hear her. “Is that before applying rationality, we have to make sure that all the premises we are dealing with are in fact realistic. Otherwise, there is no way rational thinking will help us.”
“Excellently put, as always,” Q applauded. “I’d love to see if everyone agrees or has something else to add to the discussion but our time is up. Feel free to write me a letter with your reflections on the topic.”
As interesting as the class was, the urge to leave the premises as soon as the teacher dismissed everyone seemed to be universal and applicable even to the Ashtapadans.
“I have to go now,” Sereen said. “Text you later, ok?” And with a reciprocal nod to Q, disappeared in the doors, joining the rest of the students.
Sadly, she couldn’t recall what they were talking about after the lecture, nor what titles Professor recommended for some home reading. She just hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself.
What Gentry did remember though was that after Q left as well and she came up to the panoramic window, Sereen and the mysterious flower boy were leaving the garden together. And it was hard not to notice that her new friend took off her wristcomm before they took off, and hid it in the tall grass.

I believe I’ve had POTS for many years, but it wasn’t until last August when I had to stop smoking weed that my symptoms got so bad that I went looking for answers. This will be my first summer with an official POTS diagnosis and today is the first real hot day we’ve had and I’ve basically been bed ridden all day due to a flare up I believe to be from the heat. I’m usually a big summer person. My boyfriend and I love camping, hiking, beach trips, etc.. So I’m super depressed laying here thinking about how I may not get to enjoy these things anymore and if I do I might suffer while doing them.