Math songs for first grade

Looking for some advice on a partial superfunding of 529! I've been doing a lot of research on the pros and cons of superfunding a 529 and understand most of it (time in market, state tax deductions, etc.)
Question: Is it worth it to superfund if you can only do a partial 50% superfunding, for example $45K per individual at start? I want to avoid gift tax, but with a partial superfund, it feels like you're leaving money on the table until you can contribute the maximum at the beginning for each 5 year period.
In my example - $45K deposit will get prorated at $9K per year over 5 years, but that leaves another $9K available in year 1. My understanding is that you can't put in another $9k and designate that just for year 1 - everything deposited in the superfunded year gets prorated over a 5 year period. Subsequent 4 years you can invest the remaining $9k each year to top it off.
That would mean that to avoid gift tax, with $45K superfunding, I'm only investing a total $81K over the first 5 years rather than $90K. If I did my spreadsheet math correctly, assuming 7% annual return rate, the $9K invested difference in first 5 years more than offset any gains from superfunding.
Am I thinking about this correctly? or am I missing anything where you should only superfund if you can contribute the maximum right at the start?

M21 I'm doubting if it was strict parenting or if it was the drink but I want opinions. She has done a lot but I don't feel entirely satisfied either. But in the days I have drafted this, my doubts only grow.
As a kid my mom hawked over me and now things I wish I could have experienced did not exist, like going to a park or playground with a friend without supervision, whereas she did. Going to the gas station for snack I couldn't, when she asked her parents and was given a quarter when everything was a cent. Riding a bike was limited to the street we live on, and when I was able to leave, I couldn't leave the neighborhood when she walked for a while to make sure her friend got home. Once sitting on my bike at the edge of the sidewalk and she walked over, cursed me out for going on a different street and wouldn't believe me. I couldn't go to a friends house because I was going to do my homework how my teacher taught me instead of hers, which I didnt know and was not taught. At a friends house, she berated me for making her wait in the car for a few minutes longer than the arranged pickup time. By comparison to what it would have been like, it is a magical opportunity lost.
For most of my school years, all I did was go to school, do homework and play games. Despite catching on to lessons quickly, classes were something to pass, nothing more, not even for life skills. Have a B? Make it an A. I did. Is the project due? Make it better. Alright. Taking orchestra and painting was fleeting then and while I enjoyed it, it was only done for practice or assignment. Now I am upset that it was all I did instead of going out and experiencing life: going out with friends, finding a club or sport to do, or just big activity sessions. Never had a curfew because I never left home to start. I may have had fun gaming then, but I lament heavy over that now to where I will not touch one. A future education and the future as a whole I should have taken a lot more seriously than I could possibly have imagined. School did push for it, but I was a fool and did not care.
Other than the occasional family visit, I did nothing and learned nothing. Never taught to cook much, properly clean, shop for necessities, make right finances, etc. Future prospects was left to whatever I would choose, which I would put it later down the road. Never got any real world experience and just been sheltered for so long, both by my doing and my moms. No drive to do anything, nothing of a hopeful future, no being pulled out of whatever I was doing to learn anything or having skills necessary in the world today be incentivized. Aside from making sure I did well in school, I was left to myself.
She always has something to complain about. Streaks of mean and grumpy. Remembered somethings of what we were interested in but other times just an empty face. Who my mom is today is doom and gloom, speaking two different points that are showing the worst of her and nitpicking over every possible detail. Most of who she enjoys in media has an underlying toxic presence to them with name calling. Polarize, prejudice, politicize, judge and bias everything. Norway and Iceland? Too cold and mountainous, how could anyone have settled there? Germany? They all speak the same language and cannot understand anyone in a city that is 30 minutes away. That guy's accent she can't stand and defaulted to being generated, even though he sounds the same speaking Finnish. All for a better planet yet everything is wasted, trashed, or sent to China. Treat others how you want to be and from where I stand, seem like a backtalking coward. Couldn't have a water pitcher because "no one refilled it" to keep the filter going when I made sure to keep it plentiful. If she has a problem she will bring up the one exact same example related to the topic that I have heard plenty before. And most of the negative aspects of society happen more likely than they should. All while bring home a 24, 30 or however many count of budweiser a week at least. I imagine we only got along because I wasn't a brat anymore and did not try to upset her. Falling in line if you will.
Emotions bottled or maybe emotionally dead. The masculinity trap of what is the general expectation of "men". To express myself, to show emotion, to even cry is something I don't want to do out of fear of being seen, which is ironic given the code of the samurai. 6th grade she didn't remember to pick me up even though I said and called and a friend and his friend caught me being emotional and stayed around a bit to comfort me.
The fear that was put into everything. An actual quote went something as "If you get hurt, I'm not going to drive you to the hospital". Another "All girls are evil". And "that sounds too confrontational" when I asked neighbors to clean after their dog. Even questioning if my eyes doing something required a doctor for her to say that my eyes will fail naturally and something about her relative who had an eye problem and didn't see a doctor. Things that made me not do the kinds of things I want to do now. I have been so sheltered then and now that I want to go out but there is the ever scared part of me towards the unknown world. I feel I have been prejudiced into thinking such ways but there's no personal experience to back or challenge said thoughts.
Admittably, parts of me are glad I know what I have and want for morals and mindset, but its also a matter of temptation and theres still so much that I wish to explore. At times I feel I matured too quickly at the cost of a kids stupidity or innocence and now am too serious and heavyhearted for my own good. To be told how I've matured when there wasn't much to mature from. A part of me feels that I have taken after her cold, judgemental, selfish attitude and that makes me fearful to screw up any kind of friendship or relationship, and dreading that I could reflect that onto any child I may have no matter how far away into the future I do have one. I kind of want to hate her but I am so emotionally gone or warped that I can't. If I "rebel" now, or begin to, I feel that might get the fire started.
She would argue with my dad from time to time but then that continued on for days and it was a cold environment lasting days to weeks after a fight. Even prior to their fights, they rarely slept together in the same bed, let alone the same room. She would critique his employer and even his choice of friends. Once he woke up late, thus having us late to get ready for school and she began one for that. I don't remember the exact details but she once criticized him over a coat he got me. All while listening from the top of the stairs to even the bottom where I was covered by a wall. A few times we listened and we made noise that I think made them aware of us but that didn't stop them. Even starting in our presence where we would leave the room. It got to the point where he actually packed lightly to leave for the night or days and my brother and I stopped him just so he could be home. I wish I did let him go then.
I really do believe I could have had it differently if my dad was alive. He made such an effort. When I was in hospital at 4, he made the efforts to get me out and moving around. When I didn't know a swim style, he literally chucked me towards the deeper waters (I was scared, but he was right in the end, one of the fondest memories). He taught me how to use the mower and had a mini shop set up in the garage. I played with him so much and he got me into the complex games he enjoyed as I got older. For as rough we were, he was so gentle. I looked up to him then and even more than ever now. He made the effort to be one worthy of "Dad" and he was damn well worthy of that and no one could be more better for me.
"Faded gray are all the days of yesteryears So much time has turned to memories and to tears" -Valkyrja
I did graduate HS 3 years ago, did a summer program and since nothing. No job, education chances, or life plans. Even though I felt smarter, I was turned off of college simply for cost reasons and "feeding the rich" mindset. Last summer I began to look at my past and future with a whole new look with no physical change taking effect. First week into March this year I realized what I have been doing compared to how others are living through good and bad and I fell into depression hard. Now it persists with great off and on. Where I have been up at 9 in the morning to suddenly be up at 5 or 6 in the afternoon. Throughout the past 3 years, there was no making sure I was ok, no seeing how I felt, no finding out what I wanted to do. And I am still frightened of what may be out there, even when that is the key to the living that I want. I want to go, I need to go. But where? I leave for the good and better of myself, but I also leave behind this place I've called home, yet it's now so far from the one I want to remember with a fond memory. So much happens that seems to have been "normal" when it doesn't seem like it should. The same place with the same inhabitants in the same motions. No going out, no difference, no change, and VERY artificial. Nothing means anything anymore. To let how I feel about the previous years subside in me or blow over...
Always have been insecure, hesitant, second guessing. While others had spent their 18s, 19s and 20s going into the world doing many things, I've had the summer program at 18, nothing at 19, and two days in the big city to attend a concert at 20. Little noteworthy moments under my belt. It seems like love in the immediate family was not two ways or had to be earned. I have not grown. Who I am is not who I want to be at heart.
For 21, I know I should have more skills and be in better places, but theres nothing from anyone. No check-in, no advice, no motivation. Like "the birdling will leave the nest" instead of anyone preparing a boy to what is before him. Its not a snap of fingers or blink of an eye do I learn what is expected. On the grown up part, I feel heavily underprepared for the world and life. Far too long have I stayed and lived in my head. I cannot understand why I am still at home, a part of myself thinks to keep the peace but what peace needs to be kept? Nothing and no one is stopping me from leaving except myself and the thought that they will most definitely want to know where I am if I go, which I do not want to tell anyone. Or that I've been sheltered and not have realised the gates have been unlocked long ago. Things are not ok and I want to stop pretending when I leave. Even with Spring's green grass under a blue sky that ends the day with the orange sunset piercing the clouds to make them blue and pink do I feel grey.
"Watching to the night with tired eyes Waiting for nothing all my life" -Battle Against Time
I feel the kid within me, wanting to do those exciting things, yearning for any kind of companion or fellowship. What daylight reveries I can conjure to make him feel hopeful enough so he can shine soon. The things I want to do to feel happy. I want to water that little guy.
A lot of this I have remembered recently and still am connecting the dots. I already am upset at myself for not doing anything in life, but I want to be angry and I honestly hate myself for not seeing this sooner and listening to her for so long. Despite feeling broken and defunct, I still feel young enough but there's been so little done that it feels many chances are long gone. There is more freedoms I have that I do not know about and ones that I have had before that gathered dust. And now I am in a toss up between beginning college preparation now, leaving states or the country to act on these now childhood regrets. I don't want to be who I am now any longer. I just want to do something. And in between it all, confusion of what to do, how to feel and saddened that I am not who I once was or could have been.

So I just called the admissions counselor about a D grade that I have and they were kinda rude about it like they hung up before I could talk more or even “thank” them. I asked if it was likely that I’ll be rescinded given that I could get grade replacements based off of my ap score and they just replied “probably. You need a C or better”. I thought they’d be more willing to help or offer advice but apparently idk. Should I call again later this week or should I just submit an update form and wait? This course counted as an elective credit for my graduation as it’s an additional math course. I was struggling with some personal issues as well on top of my coursework, though I managed to get A’s on my other classes. (Btw I’m an incoming freshman)

Hello! Here is some of my info. Can I get my chances at the top comp sci and physics schools? In no particular order, I'm looking at Stanford, Princeton, MIT, Cornell, UPenn, Caltech, CMU, Berkeley, Harvard, Yale, Georgia Tech, and other top comp sci programs. I have no idea what my top choice college is right now. Keeping info intentionally vague in some areas. Thanks!
Demographics: Male, White, Private School.
Hooks: None :(
Intended Major: Computer Science/Physics
SAT: 1590 (Paper version back in sophomore year, 800M 790E)
PSAT: 1520 (I'm going to try for national merit finalist in the fall)
Current GPA: 4.0 UW / 5.04 W - correlates to ~98 pct average in AP and Honors courses.
Coursework: 10 APs. Just finished AP exams for 5 of them, the others went as follows. AP Chem (5), AP Comp Sci Principles (5), AP Lang (5), APUSH (5), AP Human Geo (4). Predicting 5s on the following exams this year: Calc AB, Biology, Comp Sci A, good chance at 5s on Literature and Euro but I'm less sure about those two.
Note: planning to take 5 more AP’s my senior year, so total AP count is going to be 15.
ECs (no particular order):

1. Founded and am currently managing a mental health organization that teaches strategies for improving mental health while also excelling academically. The organization has >10 chapters in 3 different states and 2 different countries, and has ~100 official members
2. Varsity Rower on my school's rowing team since sophomore year, also rowed in Freshman year and went to scholastic nationals.
3. Member of High School Honors Jazz Band, earned Superior evaluation at sophomore year MPAs.
4. Astrophysics research project with professor from top state university, and I co-authored a paper about the project that is now published in two journals.
5. Elected as one of two Student Council representatives for my grade, and work on organizing school related events as well as managing student suggestions.
6. Personally founded and managed an initiative to get gluten-free food in local food kitchens due to the lack of Celiac awareness in these organizations. Currently, have facilitated the introduction of gluten free meals into my local food kitchen that serves the community, and am reaching out to even more in the area.
7. Won a Grand Award at the State Science and Engineering Fair (1st in the Physics and Astronomy category out of the entire state) and qualified to be an ISEF finalist.
8. Member of another student council organization since sophomore year that helps organize school events.
9. Another astrophysics research project with top professor in the field (reason why this is so vague is because it's in beginning stages, but I expect it will be just as important and go just as far in science fair as my last one if not farther)
10. Regular volunteer work (total of 100+ hours) as a Math, English, History, Chemistry, and SAT prep tutor for the past 2 years.

Can I get some chances at those colleges I mentioned above? Stats wise, I'm pretty sure I stack up against other applicants, but I'm not sure if my ECs are strong enough plus the fact that I don't have any hooks. If possible, include the chances for regular vs. early for the colleges that have early programs which offer a significant increase in admission. Also, if you have any other colleges in mind that you think would be a good fit please comment those!

For those of you who took pre ap in grades 9 and 10 did you guys learn next year material? (eg you learnt grade 10 math in grade 9 pre ap math)

For 7th grade ELA, we are deciding between two options:

1. Separate durable books with text and separate consumable workbooks. The text would be durable, so students could not write in it.

or

1. One combined book with text and activities and students write in it.

The first option is cheaper because the district doesn't need to re-purchase the text each year, but students could not write directly into the books (they would write into the workbooks and would just re-purchase those). What do others do/prefer? Is annotating/highlighting directly on text something middle schoolers need?

I’ve been a Realtor for 10+ years and I don’t think I can tolerate it another 15+ years. (Most people have heard about the NAR lawsuit by now and basically I’m tired of hustling for commissions with zero respect and no guaranteed paycheck.)
This was a second career after being home with kids for 7 years. First career I worked in biochemical/hormonal research. I have two degrees in hard sciences.
I’ve run my own business for 10 years, I’m organized and good at math. My CPA loves me because I’m her “most prepared” client.
However, I’m 50. How’s age discrimination in hiring in accounting?
My ideal job is 30-35 hours hybrid or WFH at a small local company or nonprofit. There are several locally that always seem to be hiring. There are also a few local colleges/universities with amazing benefits. I really just want a steady paycheck and health insurance benefits.
I’ll be a single empty nester in two years and I’ve saved well for retirement so far. I just need something mentally stimulating with benefits, with less stress than real estate (working 24/7 & extremely demanding clients). Honestly if I don’t do this I might just go work at Trader Joe’s!
I’d love to hear anyone’s stories of starting over with a WGU accounting degree in middle age, and how that’s working out for you. Thank you!

So, I'll may seem like a horrible person, but I genuinely love my boyfriend who I'll call A, he's really sweet and I wouldn't ask for anything more, he's kind, he plays the same videogames as me, he wishes me good morning and goodnight despite out 8 hour time difference, and I genuinely love him with all my heart, he's all I could ever ask for. I've been dating A for around 4 months.
But as per the title, I also have another man in my heart, a guy in my university, let's call him H. We're in the same course (I'm doing a degree in physics) and we've bonded over some of the topics and theories discussed (states of matter, cold fusion, warp engines, ect), now I'd like to clarify, I've had a crush (if I can even call it that) on H for way longer than A and myself have been dating, but when i initially met A, he completely blew me away with how well our personalities match.
A is a homebody and doesn't work out, but he's not severely overweight, I mean, he's still really cute to me, but idk, there's something about H that just takes my breath away every time I see him, H is very active and I can tell he has a great body, well, I know he does, because he invited me to watch one of his water-polo matches. I'd like to clarify, I've never once found athletic bodies this attractive before, in most cases I preferred boys with some meat on their bones. I'd personally say thay A has my favourite body type.
I'm genuinely so conflicted, I don't know what to do, I don't want to cheat because that's just cruel and horrible. In the long run however I'm not sure my heart can take being with H for another year without saying anything. Non of my friends are helping me, saying things like "go for H, he's got a hotter body", they keep trying to get me to break up with A to get with H, but i don't want to leave A, as he's the first guy I've dated who's treated me with genuine love and affection. But at the same time H treats me kindly and is always there when I'm going through something tough, not to mention his brain stored everything. I love H's laugh, i love his smile, I love the way he speaks, I love the way he smells, but I can say the same things for A.
So please Reddit... what should I do?
Also, for extra information, I've known H since year 8 (like grade 7?) And A got about a year.

Hi, so i don‘t know if this is a common problem: Last friday i released my first song ever via distrokid. Despite uploading the song multiple weeks ago and the Song now already being on all streaming sites for some days, distrokid still shows me the message that they‘re looking up the uri and i should check later. However my other songs, which i uploaded to distrokid at a later time and are not released yet already have their uri‘s assigned. What can i do here?

I have absolutely no idea what to do. I have nobody to rely on. I don't know what to do. I am 19f. My life is a complete shit show. I was bullied not only emotionally but physically throughout my childhood, primarily due to being neurodivergent, though I didn't know that at the time, just thought I was "weird" and nobody liked me despite being a kind kid. I was obsesssed with early childhood education, reading books by Maria Montessori and writing teaching philosophy statements at the age of 8. I was paralyzed for about a year at the age of 11 and suffered severe medical trauma in the hospital as well. I felt my autonomy was stripped away from me and various professionals there, looking back, were abusive and negligent. There in the hospital I remember wanting to die for the first time. When I got out, the bullying just got worse because now I had the whole being-in-a-wheelchair-thing going against me too. I ended up doing stupid shit to impress my peers and try to make friends, which just meant that I was constantly getting into trouble as a younger teen, which didn't help my mental health. I tried to kill myself at 13. My mom slapped me in the face while I was bleeding from my wrists and told me I was going to ruin her reputation and that I couldn't go to the hospital. I really needed stitches, I still have very visible scars from that day. She sewed holes in some long sleeved shirts for me to put my thumbs through to hide my arms at school and told me not to tell anyone. Things were never the same between me and my parents. I began at 14 seeking validation from adult men online. It was stupid and reckless, but it helped in the moment. I was kidnapped a week before I was supposed to start high school by a 33 year old man. He drove me to a different state 500 miles away, raped me, and tried to strangle me to death before police came. They treated me like a suspect and handcuffed me and made me sit in a cold car for 3 hours in the middle of the night. There was an amber alert sent out all over. I was put in a psych ward for about a week and then began 9th grade at a new school as "the girl from the amber alert" to everyone around me. Everyone was talking about it and asking for specifics and making jokes about what happened to me. It also made me a target for older boys who thought it was evidence that I was easy to manipulate. One of them ended up being the reason I had to leave school a month later. I did online school with my now emotionally abusive parents for several months before starting at a new school. But then, covid shut everything down again, and it was all taken away from me. My mental health was terrible and my parents opted for an unhelpful tough love approach. I became very hypersexual due to my trauma, which ended in me being assaulted more times than one. My parents blamed me and began to resent me, their words not mine. I entered a long term relationship at 16 with a boy I truly loved, we will call him K. K got me pregnant and I wanted to keep it, but my parents forced me to get an abortion with illegal drugs. It was traumatizing and I spiraled. A mentor figure who was a family friend betrayed me horribly. K got me pregnant again. I was on birth control, though everyone believes it was intentional, it was not. My parents said I could either get an abortion or leave home, so I moved out at 17. I got my shit together. For a while, things were good. I got an associates degree incredibly quickly and began a successful career in early childhood education as I had always dreamed. I worked my way up to a lead teacher at 18 and loved it. K and I were so happy. He proposed. The kind of true love most people never get to experience. Most of my peers drifted away during my pregnancy. I didn't care, I had K, my unborn baby, and my job. Then, while in labor, I found out K was cheating on me the entire time. I forgave him and we tried again, though I was postpartum and heartbroken. I stayed home with my newborn son while he worked, or so I thought. Really, he got fired or never went to every job I thought he had. He would drive there and turn his data off so his location was set there all day. He would stage pictures and talk about work. Really he was cheating, doing drugs, and playing video games while I was at home with our baby. His anger issues got worse and he'd get violent but not to the extent that I couldn't justify it to myself. His whole family knew. The cycle of him being caught and apologizing profusely and then doing it again went on for a while before he said that he needed to get out of his house where his cheater DV father was impeding his progress in getting better. I love him. It made sense, his dad was clearly where the behavior stemmed from. I left my housing program to get him out and we all 3 lived in hotels for a few months. I had to sell my body to afford a place for us to live. I was working full time as a lead teacher it just wasn't enough. He still couldn't keep a job but he wasn't lying or cheating. I got us a nice apartment all on my own. Things were good for a while. His anger issues would flair up at times but not as bad, and no lying or infidelity. We had so many heart to hearts. We got married. I did great at my job. He started doordashing for income. Things were going well. Then 6 months into our marriage, about 9 months after we moved out/7 months after we got our apartment, he sprung on me that he wanted a divorce. That was about 7 months ago now. We have been living together and I have been hoping to rebuild. In his vows, he swore so sincerely and in such great heartfelt detail to do better and be better and stand by me. And then he just through it all away. He has been so mean lately. Sometimes things are okay and it's like everything is the same. But he thinks I don't clean enough even though I try and he says I don't support him emotionally even though I really feel like I do. I also pay for everything, I even bought him an 800 dollar PC a couple months ago. I got really sick a month ago. Like vomiting 10+ times a day. I thought I had a stomach bug and didn't have money to go to the doctor over something so trivial that would clear up on its own. I made too much for medicaid but still not a lot. After only 4 days of being gone and feeling like shit, my work fired me. After another week or so of feeling sick and getting so weak I thought I was dying, I went to the hospital. They said all the vomiting had made me very dehydrated and I was lacking in a lot of vitamins. They gave me medicine and an IV. Turns out I'm pregnant and have HG. I'm pretty far along. At first K was supportive but now he acts like I'm trying to "trap" him with a baby, which doesn't even make sense. We were having unprotected sex and the only birth control was that I am breastfeeding, which he knew, so it isn't that crazy of an outcome. He has been so cruel and angry, saying terrible things. He threatens to leave when he gets mad so I beg him to stay because he knows I'd be all alone and I love him a lot. He has said some terribly cruel things and it's like every tiny thing I do wrong makes me the villain. Yesterday he blew up on me and it was scary and terrible. Today, I found out the few friends I thought I had hate me. One of them sent me the most cruel message I have ever received completely unprompted. I have no family support, no friends, my husband hates me, and everyone I've ever cared about except my son (who is different because he's too young to understand and he loves everyone and he is also a responsibility) wants nothing to do with me unless they are using me. I am so suicidal. I know a lot of people are suicidal but I am genuinely at a point where I am close to doing something I can't take back. But I can't because of my kids, both the 1 year old and the unborn one. And as much as I know I should be grateful for that, it feels so unfair. I've been having to do things I don't want to for money again. I have another great teaching job lined up but I don't start for at least a month. I feel like I should go to a hospital but I live in a state with a very high child removal rate even in cases of just mental health. I am a great mom, even though my husband and ex friends do not seem to agree. I can't risk having my fitness as a parent called into question over an unrelated mental health issue, especially since K's family and lots of people in my life would love the chance to lie about me to cps, and since I'm not employed right now, it doesn't look great. I don't know what to do. I feel so alone. I'm so so hurt. It feels like everything is falling apart. Not that long ago, I was a lead teacher, a wife, I felt like a respected and respectable person. Now I just feel like my train wreck of a life full of trauma has taunted me with this perfect picket fence life that I worked so hard for just to rip it away from me and leave me a useless unemployed incubator that everyone hates and is only holding on for her kids sake. The only people who talk to me or "care" just want to fuck me. Even the people interested in a relationship with me and seem like "good Christian men" are still driven by lust even if they disguise it to themselves. I have never felt so hopeless. I feel like I don't deserve this but everyone from my partner to my parents to my ex friends seem to think I do so maybe I'm just fooling myself.

Contemplated a lot before posting this but couldn't sleep tonight. I've been dating this guy since end of March. He was my senior in school and we connected earlier this year. The first two weeks were pure bliss but now that I think of it, it could be a case of love bombing initially. Around second week of April he got an internship and it demands most of his time. Even though the working hours are just about 9-10 hours a day, he's almost busy for about 15 hours inclusive of travelling. The problem is he does not text me while he's working or even travelling. Things have been so worse since past 6 weeks that we've not met even when he lives close. We barely talk, he's usually tired when he comes home. The chatbox is solely me yapping, sending 20 texts a day and getting a single dry ass reply at the end of the day, for the same cycle to repeat the next day. Somehow he is caught up on weekends too, more than weekdays. We barely call each other at this point, like once every 4-5 days. And this has been the case since mid April. I understand that monotony and individual schedules are common in relationships but just after 2 weeks of dating? All of this is taking a toll on my grades, my appetite and my sleep. I'm in the middle of my exams yet I can not seem to focus on the one thing I'm good at, academics. I think I'm to be blamed for being so obsessed but I do not know how to love less. He takes good 8 hours to reply yet I'm quick to respond within a couple of seconds. I'm always waiting for a text with my notifications on, in hopes that we'd get to talk. It is disrespectful to chase and beg in front of a man who is supposed to calm my nerves and reassure me instead of making things worse. I've brought it up a few times but he just apologizes, calls himself a terrible person and promises to change. I feel disrespected and humiliated when I have to wait endlessly for days at a stretch yet I'm always there for him at the snap of his fingers. A lot has been happening and I've got to deal with all of it alone, when I could just seek comfort from somebody I so desperately need. It's just, the words and actions are so disrespectful that nothing can make me feel respected in this relationship again. Nothing he could do would make me forgive him. I do not know if I should just start ignoring him like he does or if I should end it...

School is just making me so overwhelmed I just can’t stand it anymore. I got detention for the first time in my life (I’m in the French equivalent for 10th grade) and I don’t know what to do I really don’t want to go. Also I have a very annoying tinnitus since yesterday I’m scared that it might be permanent. Everything is stressing me out and I want to drop it all and like fall in the stairs to avoid class before summer break. It’s just a random rant but if you have any advice for anxiety I would appreciate it. Thank you <3

For some background I work in a non union state, I have my degree in 8-12 English, I currently work as a suspension teacher, and I've been working in different school settings/ages for almost 10 years.
Today was the first time I've ever had to leave work early for a reason related to my job. I have spent nearly this entire year trying to to keep my colleagues from falling apart due to severe behavior from students in the classroom. I have tried to keep as positive of an attitude as I can while also venting frustrations. Today I became the one that fell apart.
What makes it worse is that this wasn't even the worst behavior I've dealt with this year. I have had furniture thrown, students physically push me, and been called every name in the book. Today I was disrespected for two hours and had a student leave the room without permission. It doesn't sound that bad on paper, but it broke something inside of me to be completely disrespected and disregarded by a 13 year old whom I had done nothing but try and help for two days.
I work really hard to form relationships with the kids that come into my room because they are typically the trouble makers. It makes my life easier when they know what to expect from me and I also like trying to help them and be a safe person they can come to. I have multiple students who come by just to check in or talk throughout the day because I've worked so much at setting expectations for them.
But today when I was crying in the staff lounge, trying to get it together, I was told that student that had disrespected me would not be sent home because they have a difficult parent. What are we doing?? Why is this happening?
When are these parents going to wake up and realize they are ruining their children's prospects for any kind of a future? We can't send certain kids home on OSS because they want to be there so they can run wild or be attached to a screen all day. We've had kids repeatedly bring drugs into school, deface school property, threaten teachers, and constantly get into physical altercations. I live in a smaller district and know these issues aren't new, but for us they are. Our community prides itself on being supportive and close knit, but then threaten to sue the school and anyone that dares to reprimand their children.
Is this just the collapse of public education and potentially the education system in general? I'm sorry but these kids are going to end up being homeless, jobless, and imprisoned. They can't write, read, perform basic math skills, have a normal conversation with an adult, and they are always the victim.
I'm not quitting my job because surprisingly I love it most days. But I am so tired of no one taking us seriously and being the punching bags for our of control parents and their offspring.

So about a year ago I played a card game with a group of people at a random party I was invited to. I no longer have contact with those people and can’t really ask them about the game but I figured I could come here and ask you all to possibly get help figuring out the name of the game because anyone I explain it to has never heard of it. So the game starts with you choosing some amount of cards in the pack (let’s say 30 out of the total 200 cards) and then there are 3 rounds of the game. The first round you try to describe the card and give clues to help your team guess, the second round is you acting out the cards to help your team guess, and the third round you can say only one single word to help your team guess. You go through the cards as fast as possible and accrue points for their difficulty (the point values are on the cards and vary) when guessing correctly. Each team gets a chance at that round once before going onto the next. The cards are all phrases, pop culture references, events in time, songs, movie titles, characters, etc. please help me here, no it’s not cards against humanity, apples to apples, or any of those other popular games as I’ve only heard of it that one time I played it

ADHD is one of the most understood yet misunderstood divergencies in the world. It is both overdiagnosed and underdiagnosed. Many people mistakenly think ADHD is just hyperactivity, but it also includes inattention and daydreaming, which can be incredibly debilitating and isolating. Girls are particularly underdiagnosed because their symptoms are often less hyperactive and more inattentive, whereas boys are often overdiagnosed due to their more visible hyperactivity.
For example, I was diagnosed at a younger age, in fifth grade, and started medication in ninth grade because I exhibited "boy ADHD" with extreme hyperactivity. If I had shown more inattentive symptoms, I might never have been diagnosed and wouldn't be where I am today. People with ADHD often struggle to meet societal expectations and are unfairly labeled as dumb or lazy. For me, receiving a proper diagnosis and starting medication changed my life. I went from being a struggling student to an excellent one. Although the side effects were tough at first, I don't know if I would still be here if I hadn't started ADHD medication.
Thank you fam!
I really hope Ethan and the crew sees this because it is such valuable information lol

So, I was scrolling through shorts and found this short from one of my student's channel's, which threw me back to season 1. (Context for the joke: the joke is that the dance and the song are "fruity", which is slang for "gay" in this generation. The dance and the songs are considered 'fruity by the "floptok community" (or their sometimes called the "floptropican empire" or floptropica"). Lord, I need to stop listening on my 8th grade students' conversations...
https://youtube.com/shorts/TEhpXHR6xpk?si=fXWOdVTpgX7Lqtxu

https://www.academia.edu/119773754
Greek had many adj. in -imos and only a few in -oimos. This suggests that some o-stem nouns formed adj. in *-o-imos, but that this type was short-lived, leaving only a few remnants. This seems shown by doublets :
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*ku(H)d- ‘(loud/joyous) sound’ ? >
kûdos- ‘renown / glory’, kū́dimos ‘*renowned > epithet of Hermes’
kudázō ‘insult’, kudoimós ‘din of battle / uproar’
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and the late and secondary nature of some (after *-tm- > *-dm-) :
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*Halut-mn ‘bitter drink’ > L. alūmen ‘alum’, G. aludmaínō ‘make bitter’, alúdoimos ‘bitter’
*Halut() > ON öl ‘beer’, OE ealu(ð), E. ale, Arm. awłi ‘(strong) alcohol’ >> Geo. (a)ludi ‘beer’, Os. älyton ‘magic beer in stories’
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With this in mind, Greek hetoîmos ‘at hand / ready / imminent / active / zealous’ probably came from a late derivation from *hetós ‘activity / zeal’ (or similar) with retained accent. No etymology with -mos added to an unknown *hetoi- makes sense (see summary in Dieu), so this seems needed. Since ‘ready’ can refer to both things and people, with slightly different meaning, knowing which one it originally came from would certainly help. I proposed ‘activity / zeal’ to match :
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*yet- > Skt. yatná- ‘zeal / effort / aspiring after / volition’, yatúna- ‘restless / active’, yátate ‘place in order / join / meet / seek / strive / try / exert oneself, TA yatatär ‘is capable of / can (be)’, TB yoto-
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This is the best possible match to explain all data. PIE *y seems to become h or z in Greek, no clear conditions (Whalen 2024a). This even goes back to LB e-pi-ju-ko ‘item or material used in building’, matched G. epizugís ‘kind of iron pin’ used of tiles) and likely Linear A au-ta-de-po-ni-za as the fem. of Greek autodespótēs ‘absolute master’ (the fem. of *potis is *potniya > pótnia, so this would show optional internal *y > dz in a location where sandhi or *Hy- vs. *y- could not work).
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Since all data favors *-e- (G. -e-, Skt. -a-) not *-o- (Skt. **-ā-), the Tocharian evidence needs explanation. Adams says *yot-o- is needed for TA yata-, but this would not give TB yoto-. An o-grade in a verb, especially when it otherwise would exactly match Skt. yátate, seems unlikely. Since it is PToch. *e that gave TA a, this seems like *ye- preserving *e (that normally would > *yä, so possibly prevented from creating *yyä). This would also fit with other optional outcomes of *yä / *ye (likely from *yE), etc., of clear origin :
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*sindhu- > MP hyndwg, *hinduka- >> *yäntuke > *yE- > TB yentuke
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*ukso:n > *wäkso:n > *wäkso:n / *wOkso:n > TB okso
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*H2anH1-tmHo- ? >> *ana-lmö > *OnO-lme > *(w)O- / *wu- > TB onolme \ wnolme ‘creature / living being / person’
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Adams also gives 2 words with *sup- > sop- or sp-, showing the same alternation, though he doesn’t discuss it.
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Since PToch. *e can become *o near *w, even when not touching (*swäle > TA ṣul, TB ṣale = mountain/hill, *en-swäle > oṣṣale ‘north’), and -w- is a common affix in verbs, this allows :
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PIE *yetewotor ‘he moves / strives’ > PToch. *yetyäwetär > *yetäwyetär > TA *yetäyetär > *yetetär (y-dissim.) > yatatär ‘is capable of / can (be)’, TB *yetäwetär > *yotwotär > yoto-
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I do not feel that reconstructing *o to explain *e when *e > *e is possible in the specific *ye > *ye makes any sense, yet linguists continue making these mistakes. Instead of thinking about whether the context or environment allows a simple sound change, they stick to changes already known, and mechanically reconstruct a single sound, no matter how unfitting it may be. Many similar cases exist; just for V1 > V1 being overlooked, consider how in most Indo-European, the word for ‘grandfather’ comes from *H2awo- and ‘grandmother’ from a related form in *-iH2 or *-yaH2 (Whalen 2023a) :
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Arm. hav, L. avus ‘grandfather’
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Go. awó, L. avia ‘grandmother’
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Old Norse words, however, show 2 different oddities in related words:
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*avon- > afi ‘grandfather’
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*a:won- > ái ‘great-grandfather’
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Though linguists like Jay Jasanoff have explained ái as coming from Indo-European *H2e:(H2)wo- as a vrddhi derivative of *H2a(H2)wo- there is no evidence for lengthened grade in PIE. Supposed examples are most often found in Indo-Iranian, where *o > *ā was common. It is unlikely these 2 features would cluster in one area if both were real. Other examples of PIE *ē in Tocharian (most by Adams) ignore that, again, *ē and *o merged there. Even the 2nd H2 Jasanoff believes in seems better explained by optional *w > *xW in Anatolian (found in other words and positons, partly seen by Kümmel, Whalen 2024b). It is unlikely PIE had a word for ‘great-grandfather’ at all, or at least not a single word. The cause of this change for *avon- / *a:won- is probably optional metathesis *H2awo- / *aH2wo-. This new *H2 was deleted afterwards, creating new *a: separate from *a: > PGmc. *o: or *e: > *æ: . An optional *H2w > *v might explain *avon- > afi ‘grandfather’ as well (2 variants creating 2 very similar words is more likely than them coming to look the same by chance instead).
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This metathesis is also seen in *H2aw- > Old Latin ahvidies ‘offering to the gods’, Skt. ávati ‘promote/favosatisfy / offer to the gods / be pleased’; *Hravo- \ *raHvo- > L. ravus \ rāvus ‘hoarse’, Skt. rāva-s ‘cry/shriek/roayell / any noise’, A. rHoó ‘song’ (Whalen 2023b). There is also no methodological reason to create intermediate a >> e: > a: instead of a > a: more directly. Since some type of H-metathesis is already needed for roots with *-aiH- vs. *-aHy-, etc., ignoring the same when ahv- is literally spelled out for them makes no sense. The same is reconstructed by others for an explanation of the Li. tone in *H2awso-m > L. aurum ‘gold’, *aH2wso-m > Li. áuksas. Since *H2aw- > *aH2w- is exactly the same environment in both, its existence should not be doubted by those linguists, at least.
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Dieu, Eric (2018) Grec ἑτοῖμος / ἕτοιμος “qui est sous la main, prêt, disponible”, hitt. zē(y)a- “cuire (intr.) ; être cuit, être prêt”, zinni- “finir, en finir avec, venir à bout de” : du “tout cuit” étymologique ?
https://www.academia.edu/39436453
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Kümmel, Martin Joachim (2014) The conditioning for secondary h in Hittite
https://www.academia.edu/959610
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Whalen, Sean (2023a) Indo-European word for ‘grandfather’
https://www.reddit.com/IndoEuropean/comments/13fwrn0/indoeuropean_word_for_grandfathe
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Whalen, Sean (2023b) Latin cūria, Volscian covehriu ‘assembly’
https://www.reddit.com/usestlatos/comments/14p1ji1/latin_c%C5%ABria_volscian_covehriu_assembly/
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Whalen, Sean (2024a) Cretan Elements in Linear B, Part Two: *y > z, *o > u, LB *129, LAB *65, Minoan Names (Draft)
https://www.academia.edu/114878588
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Whalen, Sean (2024b) Greek Consonant Changes: Stops and Fricatives in Contact (Draft)
https://www.academia.edu/114138414
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I had an idea for a program where an algorithm reads 20 songs (of your choice) and makes a playlist with new songs based on your "taste". What should I study first to do something like this? Will it be too hard for someone with my experience?

Hey all, I am looking to give my first go with square foot gardening - gardening in general actually. I'm going to get an 8x2x1 situation going to start and was wondering how much Compost/Peat Moss/Vermaticulite (for Mels Mix) I need to buy, as well as some suggestions as to the compost that's purchasable that I should get. After doing some reading it seems I want to get a mix for compost until I start making my own (something I'll consider down the line). I'm just trying to get an idea because frankly the math overwhelms me a bit being as I've never done it before and I know I want to basically have 33% of each of the components... thank yall!