Ged worksheets

My son is not a self starter. The curriculum I like is literature based, eclectic sort of work. His kind of work is doing nothing (or as little as possible). A lot of the work tends to fall on me to put things together and get them set up (like getting his schedule for the day together). When it’s a curriculum that has too many moving parts and pieces I get overwhelmed. The obvious solution is to put it in his hands. I’ve done that. He failed miserably. He has zero interest in school and honestly he is nearly on the GED track (but my husband is pushing very hard to not have him go that route).
Anyway - I’d like something that just says “Tuesday- read this and do this”. And all of it is in one place - no putting holds at the library. Just here’s the assignment for today. And something I can easily check that he did it (like a worksheet or something). And hopefully something with the lab included.
Any suggestions?

I'm in college right now, taking online classes (but the plan is for me to start in person classes soon). I have been homeschooled starting in 1st grade through senior year of high school. Both of my brothers have been homeschooled since the start and still are. When my mom first started homeschooling us, it wasn't too bad. We had a proper curriculum and did several hours of work each day. The curriculum wasn't the greatest - mostly we used Heart of Dakota if anyone here is familiar - but we practiced reading, writing, and math at appropriate grade levels, as I remember.
As the years went on, though, the quality of education degraded. I've had years where I was doing little to no school. Eventually it got to where it was totally self guided with no oversight from her, so I often just didn't do school as a teen. Personal stuff in my mom's life caused her to stop caring about a lot of things, and one of those was letting our education fall by the wayside. Also, as we got into higher levels of things like math, my mom was not prepared to teach it at all. She literally did not know her multiplication tables until pretty recently and I'm still not sure if she does now. Being able to teach me high school level algebra was out of the question, so we often just skipped over things she couldn't teach if I didn't catch on myself from the textbook. I eventually had to study with a math tutor for a while in order to pass my GED.
As we started to get older, it started to become apparent that M17 might have some sort of learning disorder when it comes to reading, which my mom also was not equipped to handle. Since I had always been good with reading, I was delegated to teach him for several years. Identifying letters was a problem, sounding out words was a problem. He could not read for a long time and still isn't reading at an appropriate grade level. I tried to work with him when he was younger, but as he got older and more frustrated he has actually become resistant to learning. He admitted in his own words that he was trying on purpose to zone out or not pay attention while I was showing him basic things like letter sounds or reading simple sentences because he did not want to learn them. I don't teach him anymore - he doesn't respect me at all and I'm tired of fighting him.
When I was about 14 and about to start high school, my mom and I talked about going back to real school because she knew she was not equipped to teach me. She would have let me go, but I stupidly declined and even fought against it because I was afraid of something so unknown. She later revealed to me that if I had gone back, she would have sent my brothers back too, and this is where my guilt stems from. I've ruined their education and possibly altered the course of their lives. They could have had that opportunity and it's my fault. I know you'll tell me it's my mom's fault, but it's my fault too. I could have gone back with them. I deprived them of so much they don't even realize right now.
Fast forward to the current day and the state of things is bad. I've managed to pull myself up, at least educationally. I read a lot as a kid and taught myself a lot, so I am ok. Socially is another matter but that's neither here nor there. My brothers are not so lucky. I have already told you about M17 but M14 is also bad. His handwriting is barely legible, and he cannot spell simple four or five letter words. He also lacks random every day knowledge - I don't think he knows things like the months of the year or the values of coins, etc. Stuff most people learn in elementary. He's a bright kid and I see he has the capacity to learn things, he's just undereducated. Since he's used to playing video games all day, he has a terrible work ethic - often screaming when he's made to do schoolwork or simple chores, though recently I have been able to keep this under control with a little help from my mom.
Their current curriculum consists mostly of simple workbooks labeled for 4th and 5th grades. They often struggle to understand them. M14 especially gives no effort on the worksheets, often writing one or two word answers. No punctuation, no complete sentences, etc. I've started a literature unit with him to improve his writing and reading comprehension and getting him to complete the work each week is pulling teeth but I make sure we get it done.
This is where the advice comes in - what else can I do with M14 to improve him? I've tried to convince my mom to send them to a real school several times and it's not happening. She's full of excuses and usually starts crying about it because she knows she's done wrong by keeping them home this long. Honestly the only thing I think she's right about is that it's probably too late - kids this behind fall through the cracks in the public school system. I still would send them back but I know it won't happen.
I'm looking for concrete things I can do with him to improve, especially spelling and handwriting. I don't even know where to start.
Before someone says this, I am not calling CPS on my mom or reporting her to anything. Even though this post doesn't make it sound this way, she is an overall pretty good mom who takes care of us, and I do love her.
Thank you.

I need to be clear. I absolutely despised school. I fucking loathed it. I have never met an individual who hated school as much as me. I've heard "I never liked school growing up", uttered the same way as if they were saying they don't like mowing the lawn or doing laundry. It was so brutal, I attempted suicide when I was only 10 years old because teachers any my parents wouldn't listen to me. That's how horrific it was for me.
No, it wasn't the students, it wasn't the classroom environment, and it wasn't the teachers being fractioned teaching 20-30 kids at once. It was the assigned work. The homework. The mandatory classes and field trips. The teacher's lack of enthusiasm or rational understanding. As a child being, forced to do something I didn't consent to greatly hurt me. I didn't consent to going on field trips, being handed worksheets on shit I didn't need to learn or already knew a lot about, and crying myself to sleep over the fact that nobody was listening to me.
I knew the cure for my childhood depression and anxiety. It's called "not fucking doing school". I attended therapy for years to deal with this. All it did was resort me to ways how it make school more efficient in getting better grades, because I was told not attending school is illegal. Grades weren't the issue. I wasn't a terrible student. I wasn't great, but getting high 80s and 90s in my scoring didn't make me feel proud. I remember I got an A+ in my journal in the 4th grade. I felt nothing. No sense of accomplishment or happiness. Pure melancholy was the peak I felt about acing schoolwork. Utter resentment and fear when I got poor marks.
I have a 7th grade education. A few months in to the 8th grade, I reached my limit and started misbehaving on purpose. Crying profusely before school and purposely looking like a depressed wreck. My parents finally noticed and I stopped going to school a couple weeks before the holiday break at the end of the year. I ended up going to an alternative school with no curriculum or assigned work and it instantly cured my depression an anxiety. I was right all along.
This had permanent effects on me. I utterly despise reading. I hate books and literature with a passion. Same with sheet music. I'm obviously musically talented since I earn an income off death metal, but I can't be bothered to learn to read sheet music again because it was forced upon me, just like reading. As a result, everything I do in my adult life is a direct middle finger to the academic worldview. I'm a death metal musician, I film porn/photograph shoots for my sex worker friends, and I rent out camera equipment. All of what I do is "disrespectful" in a sense. I play offensively heavy music, I help my sex worker friends with content and get paid for it, and renting camera gear is a cheeky way of earning passive income. I've never had a real job and I never will. School's time structure is directly at fault for that. For me, it's freelance or die.
When people ask "don't you want an education?" The answer is always an instant and blunt NO! Useless, meaningless nonsense. It will never be worth the mental torment.
I don't ever talk about never graduating (didn't graduate middle school, high school, or college), or about how I don't have a GED and will never get one. Nobody understands. This is the first I've ever vented about this to someone/somewhere that isn't a therapist.

I hate when TTIs advertise themselves like they’re “real schools” and their academic programs are “college-preparatory level” or the “equivalent of a private boarding school.” Both of my residentials were advertised this way, and school sucked.
At Lake House, we had school four days a week (Monday-Thursday) from 8:50 to 3 pm. We had an A and B schedule that alternated. There were 21 of us, and they split us into three classes of seven: two middle school classes (grades 6-8) and one high school class (grades 8-10).
On A days, we started with math. Math was impossible. My class had 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. One 8th grader was already doing high school-level math, and in the same class, we had a 6th grader who couldn’t read. Our math teacher would give us each different math worksheets and jump from desk to desk, trying to explain the content. After 20 minutes, he’d give up and let us use Spotify or play games on our Chrome Books. On B days, we had STEAM instead. For STEAM, we’d usually play Earth 2, an addictive online game.
2nd period on A days was biology. Our teacher just dumped biology textbooks in front of us and told us to learn. On B days, it was Dungeons and Dragons. I didn’t like D&D, so I just listened to music on my Chromebook instead.
3d period was always social studies. We had to do an online ancient history course. I refused to do it because I can't focus on a class without a teacher.
Lunch was broken into two 30-minute periods. Middle and high school took turns eating lunch first. It was a big deal when your group had to go second because they barely fed us, so we were constantly starving. For the other 30-minute period, you had “PE.” You could choose between a walk outside or GoNoodle. GoNoodle is a website with dance videos for preschool and elementary school kids (we were in middle school).
After lunch, we had English. English was difficult because Lake House was strict about books, which had a lot to do with their homophobic and racist ideologies. They tried to ban books altogether and our English teacher, Ms. Carla, lost it. Still, she got us to read a few historical fiction books. We read one about an immigrant from Ireland and another about an 11-year-old widow from India.
The last period of the day was group therapy. My class got the math teacher as our group leader. Sometimes, we’d watch videos about the brain on Netflix. On my first day (I think), we painted rocks. Nothing productive.
On Fridays, we didn’t have classes. Instead, we got to watch TV. Typically, each classroom would have a different show, and you could choose what you wanted to watch. We also got to eat lunch outside on Fridays, which was nice. There was never any homework or anything like that. Can someone please explain to me how this is “college-preparatory” level?
Sedona Sky’s academic program was more school-like. They completely disregarded my IEP (ironically, that’s what paid my tuition). Like Lake House, we had an A and a B schedule. We went to school Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday from 7:50 until 3:30 and Wednesday from 7:50 until around 12:15.
Everyone had PE or horsemanship for the first two hours of the school day. Horsemanship was grueling work. I was incredibly overmedicated, which made the physical activity even more difficult. I was excruciatingly tired and would fall asleep while trying to take care of the horses.
My morning academic class (1st period) was Spanish. I had to take a high school Spanish class because there weren’t enough middle schoolers. Spanish wasn’t too bad. Our teacher had us read from the textbook and do speaking/writing activities, so it was a fairly normal Spanish class.
After Spanish, there was group therapy. The group lasted an hour and consisted of cult-like activities like Hot Seat, Feedback, and memorizing passages of the Four Agreements. Sometimes, they’d split us up into “drugs” and “non-drug” groups. I was one of the few kids who hadn’t done drugs (which is strange cause this place was basically a drug rehab). While the substance use kids did their drug group, a few other kids and I did drug education. They taught us about the different drugs and the level system they use to classify them.
Next was lunch. After lunch, you’d go to your “homeroom” where you’d work on your Capstone project (if you were in high school) or study quietly. I missed homeroom whenever my dorm was on kitchen clean up because the middle school dorm only had five kids and the chores took forever.
My first-afternoon class (2nd period) was English. This class was primarily middle schoolers. We did online grammar practice and read a science fiction novel called Uglies.
On A days, I had social studies 3d period. It was just me and one other middle school girl. Our teacher gave us packets to read from and answer questions about. We once had a fun project where we had to create our own country, but it was ruined by the other girl who was really bratty and just complained about doing work. On B days, I had biology instead. I was in a high-school biology class because there were no middle school science classes. We did lots of textbook reading, and our teacher would give lectures and draw on the board. I couldn’t sit down for these and usually walked in circles at the back of the classroom.
On A days, I had Algebra 1 for my last class. Once again, I was in a high school level class because there were no classes for middle school. On B days, I had sewing. I sewed a bunch of pillows that I still have today.
We had shorter classes on Wednesdays, and school ended around noon so the teachers could attend the treatment team meeting. After treatment team and lunch, they’d give special announcements. They’d announce who was moving to their next pursuit (program level) and horsemanship levels and give out a certificate for student of the week. Wednesday afternoons were usually reserved for chores. However, I got the opportunity to participate in a 6-week equine therapy program with mini horses on a nearby farm instead.
Each night, we had an hour-long study hall to do our homework. Most of us received more than an hour’s worth of homework and could never complete it. We had no time outside of the study hall to study, and even if we did, our computers could not leave the study hall, and we needed them to access our assignments. If your grades dropped, you’d be placed on Academic Support. This meant essentially nothing. If you were on academic support, you were required to go to the evening study halls everyone went to anyway. There was zero support. Most of the staff running the study halls were 19-year-old high school dropouts with GEDs. When I brought up the lack of academic support (on Academic Support) to my English teacher, she said I should ask one of the older girls for help and didn’t take my complaint seriously. The older girls were doing their own work.
By the end of my time at Sedona Sky, I was too sedated and anxious to keep attending classes and was constantly falling asleep from my medication. Of course, my drug-induced narcolepsy and meltdowns due to the pain were labeled as attention-seeking.
To conclude, academics in the TTI are bullshit. What was school like at your guy’s programs? Did anyone actually get an education?

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TL;DR: Mom pulled me out of school for a few years at a time on 3 different occasions. My homeschooling consisted of books of worksheets with zero instruction, occasional educational computer games, a few trips to the local zoo. When I was "homeschooled" in high school, she got a job, didn't give me any worksheet books or computer programs. She then created a fake high school transcript and insisted that I needed to attend college in order to close the books on my "education" so she wouldn't go to jail. I've tried telling myself it wasn't that bad because she sometimes gave me books of worksheets and educational computer games, but my gut feels differently and knows how screwed up this woman is. What are your opinions? I don't know what "normal/adequate" homeschooling is.
I suspect that I was a victim of Munchausen by proxy as a child, which led to me being "homeschooled." I was in and out of school for the rest of my academic career, for assorted reasons presented by my mother, who is highly narcissistic and has many dark triad personality traits. The Munchausen's suspicions aside, I'd like to focus on the actual "schooling" I received since I believe I might in be in denial of how inadequate it was:
2nd grade - 4th grade: Pulled out of school, mom claimed I was being poisoned by pesticides within the building (I have many reasons to believe this was fabricated). Each "school year," she gave me a thick book of worksheets that covered all of the subjects for that year. Zero instructional materials and she didn't teach me anything. Lucky for me, I was considered academically gifted and didn't need help. I'd finish all of the worksheets within the first few weeks of each year, while my mother watched soap operas and yelled at/physically abused me for seemingly no reason. She did grade the worksheets, using the answer key. Once I finished the worksheet books, that was it for the year. Over those couple years she did take me to the local zoo a few times to "learn about animal behaviors."
5th grade: Back in school, since I was now in middle school and it was a different building? I think she was just sick of me being at home.
6th grade: Despite my lack of proper education, I was "too far ahead" of my peers and woefully bored at school. It was recommended that I be placed into high school. My mother refused and instead pulled me out of school again. This time she had me complete "educational" computer games, for the grade level I was in (for 6th-8th grade). So, still too easy and arguably a worse situation than if I were in school since I couldn't even be around my peers. Knowing her, I truly suspect that she simply trying to hold me back academically. She loved bragging about my intelligence when I was a child, but as I got older she absolutely could not stand it.
Freshman year: Back in school, for high school. Severe social anxiety, struggling with math because I never learned pre-algebra/algebra.
Sophomore year: My mom had a keylogger secretly installed on the computer and was reading my AIM messages. She found out a kid I knew was having a party involving alcohol, to which I declined an invite - I didn't drink and was forever terrified of getting in trouble because my mom was so unhinged. She proceeded to inform the police, who broke up the party. The one kid's mom worked at the police station and knew my mom was the one who reported them. She pulled me out of school again with zero warning - I was literally in class, called down to the office, my mom was there and took me home, and I never returned. She told everyone she had to remove me from school because I was being bullied. I was not. She was just ashamed of herself because she tried to conceal her identity (by using *67) when she called the police and it didn't work. I remember her panicking in our laundry room at one point after she was found out, saying, "maybe I shouldn't have done that." She now claims none of this ever happened and maintains that I was being bullied and she HAD to pull me out of school to protect me.
I spent the rest of high school at home. I wasn't given any work to do at all. My mom got a job and left me at home with her dog, who had been recently diagnosed with a seizure disorder. So I was home alone all day with a dog that would routinely need to be held down as she seized up, sometimes urinating & defecating. At this point, I began creating items to sell online, saving up to move out.
Our state had little regulation regarding homeschooling requirements. As such, I was never required to take any mandated tests and my mother never submitted any proof of "education." She did keep limited records, which consisted of titles of some of the worksheets I completed when I was younger, listed on graph paper along with the grade I received on them.
As I approached 17 years old, she told me that I had to attend college so no one would question my prior "schooling" or she would go to jail (translation: she was terrified of the state finding out what she had done, even though she claims she never did anything wrong. hmm.) I was expected to pay my own way as well. I compromised that I would attend if I could get a scholarship, as I wasn't willing to pay for something I never wanted to do to begin with. I received a full scholarship. (I should add that at this point I didn't even understand that I could've gotten a GED instead.)
My mom falsified a transcript full of classes I supposedly took, brought it to the local community college along with information about pesticide poisoning (which supposedly happened when I was very young) and used that to explain why I had been homeschooled in high school (as if the reason should even matter). I was granted the ability to attend, so I majored in psychology - something she hasn't told a single person to this day. My thought is that it might lend some credibility to anything I could say about her mental state or my childhood...
As an adult, she mocks my intelligence and disparages anyone who has attended college... even though she's the one who manipulated me into attending. Bonus: Many years later, during the covid lockdown, she was on Facebook advising people on constructing lesson plans if they chose to homeschool their kids - detailing how to ensure that you're complying with homeschooling laws regarding the number of hours per day spent on school work, etc. She's continuing to try to convince people that she was my "teacher" all those years, and has even offered to homeschool my nephew...

Hi there, user who has clicked on this post. I'm going to talk a bit about my childhood, the extreme stagnation and self hatred I experienced, and the adult ADD diagnosis that is finally changing all of that. To give you a short TL;DR of the message of my post: if you are of at least average intelligence, and it seems like you genuinely try your hardest, but cannot get where you would like to be, go to your doctor and get checked for ADD. Seriously, nothing has done more for me in my life thus far.
I was diagnosed with ADD 6 months ago at age 25. A year and a half ago, I was at the lowest point in my life, heavily abusing dextromethorphan (cough medicine) and marijuana, and regularly dealing with both suicidal ideation, and genuine suicidal intentions.
When I was 7, my father went to prison for a very long time. I didn't know the crime at the time, as my mother seemed too ashamed to talk about it, but let's just say it's bad, but not too bad for him to be redeemed in my eyes and the eyes of his current wife of 6 years. Regardless, this had a massive impact on us. He was the primary breadwinner, and so we lost the home we lived in, had to move to a much worse neighborhood, living in a home nearly 100 years old, and became very poor. However, as an adult, I can see how absolutely lucky we were.
His mother stepped up during this time in her late 60s. She exited retirement, and worked as a cashier at Walmart until the day she died, in order to support my mother and us kids. My mom had already filed divorce papers once he went in. She had no reason to help us, other than that she loved us, and knew she could help. Without her, we would have likely been homeless, and we likely would have turned out more maladjusted than we already are. We're all still a bit messed up (who isn't?), but I cannot overstate how much of a boon it was to have someone act as the second parent in such a time. Anyway, this is important, because I often blamed my personal failures on my father's absence. At first, I played it off, telling people when they asked me about it that it didn't affect me, because I was so young that my memories of life before he went to prison were extremely vague and limited. It was true, but the more I learned about the dangers of single-motherhood, the more I began to resent him and the choice he made that got him where he was. All my failures were perceived to be his fault. No dad to teach me things, provide guidance, etc. I had to stumble through my formative years in the dark.
Now, in this new home, in a new town, at a new school, I began to be noticed by my teachers as being somewhat gifted, intellectually. At age 10, during end of year standardized testing, I received an award from the department of education for scoring in the 90th percentile in mathematics for the nation. My mom was extremely proud, and I felt some level of pride as well. Then, homework began to become a more regular thing. Suddenly, every parent-teacher conference became the same, and it didn't end for the rest of my time in the school system. "X is quite intelligent, but he doesn't ever do his homework". Always said with disappointment just pouring off their lips.
When the end of my elementary school journey came, myself and one other student in the grade of 100 or so received an offer letter from some sort of publically funded school "for the gifted". Unsure what to call the type of school, as it's invitational only, but not private. I don't think it's literally called a "gifted school", but I really have no idea what else to call it. All tuition is covered by the state there, and they appear to have access to everyone's standardized testing scores to find students to invite. It's the type of school where many classes normally considered elective, were instead considered mandatory (they required a minimum of 2 foreign languages, beginning in grade 7, for example). But, being poor really sucks. Because it was this type of school, there was no bus system or anything of the like outside of their immediate area. Even though the school itself was tuition free, we were simply too poor to be able to make it happen. We had two vehicles, but working schedules between my mother and grandmother didn't allow for them to be able to give me a ride every morning. The only school I could reasonably go to was one that had to be within walking distance, or within bus range. Of course, this means I went to the same school as everyone else in my area. I didn't realize how disappointing this was at the time. While I was excited to be able to go to such a school, I wasn't exactly keen on never seeing my friends there. Little did I know, they all were outside of my school area, and were assigned to go to a totally different junior high anyway.
So, I went to a regular junior high school. However, this is where things began to turn in my self-perception. Grades became the norm, and report cards had to be signed by parents and returned. This became an immediate problem, as I NEVER did homework. I often didn't remember, or when I did, it was during a time I was hyperfixated on a video game or show of some kind. I'd remember, decide I'd do it in just a few more minutes, and then forget about it again until I was lying in bed that night. From there, I failed every single class I ever took that required homework. This meant, yeah, I would sometimes pass a class with a D or D-, but in general, it was Fs across the board.
During classes, I was so bored that I never paid any attention to what was going on. I'd try when the worksheets and homework would come around, but could never keep my focus on them. I didn't have the terminology to describe what was going on with me, so when I was interrogated by some very angry teachers, and interrogated by a very angry mother and grandmother, all I could offer was, "but it's sooooooo boring". That obviously did not produce a desirable response from them, leading to more anger, and so I instead switched to using more placating language. "It's boring" became, "I'm sorry and I'll try harder". When my grades did not improve from there, I began to resent school and the education system in general, and I hated every single minute of it. Now the accusations of laziness turned into accusations of patronization. Still, I tried to do better. My schoolbag was always a mess: unorganized, papers regularly being crumpled beyond repair, always losing the stationary items I needed to do my work and the like. And of course, because we were quite poor, it was another point of contention, and I would often not have anything to write with at all, as we lived on bare necessities most of the time. Being regularly bullied by boys didn't help my school experience either. Being regularly bullied by girls, both unattractive and very attractive, at the most self-conscious time of one's life (puberty), was a recipe for intense self-hatred. No friends to see every day, so I would regularly force myself to vomit just to not have to go to school that day.
I simply stopped trying in school, at all. No homework. Most of the time I didn't even take it home. I never even tried to pay attention in class. I wasn't going to take notes, ask to borrow someone's textbook, or even ask to borrow a pencil. I ignored everyone. Choir and German class were the only things I gave a shit about during those 3 years, but I still failed the German class due to the not-doing-homework thing. This was when I began making real friends. I devoted my remaining focus to just having as much fun as possible if I was going to be stuck there, and that netted me some long-lasting friendships that remain to this day.
It didn't solve my problems, though. My school life was filled with accusations from every adult about laziness. Other kids would bully me about my grades, saying I must be stupid, with the grades being proof as such. Home life was also filled with accusations of laziness. My room was never clean. My mother would regularly tell me things she needed me to do, and I would forget them. She, of course, believed I was just placating her so that I could play video games instead. And this continued on to my first real year of highschool.
I was stuck in remedial math due to my grades, and somehow got into a pre-AP art class with no prior art experience. The math was trivially easy to do in class, yet I still failed the first semester due to homework. Yet again, I believed this was only because I was stupid and lazy. If I were smart, I could blaze through the homework before it became boring. If I weren't lazy, the same. The art class was something that interested me, but I simply didn't belong there as someone with no formal training or experience. The things being taught were usually quite high level, and it would take me hours and hours of work to push out a drawing of poor quality, while the students around me completed theirs in class, producing drawings that looked much better than what I had slaved over for hours on. I did maybe two drawings before giving up on trying at that as well. I thought, "Great. Not only am I stupid and lazy, but I have no creative ability either!".
Finally, I had enough of it. One day, I simply refused to go to school anymore, and I absolutely would NOT budge. My mother was flabbergasted. She couldn't understand why I was behaving this way. The following weeks were spent constantly screaming at each other, resulting in many newly broken pieces of furniture, dishes, etc (I broke them in rage, not her). I didn't really understand why I was behaving this way either, as again, I lacked the knowledge and the terminology to accurately conceptualize the problems and explain them to her. But, eventually she caved. I transferred to an online K-12 school in order to placate her, as at least I wouldn't have to deal with the bullying and the bullshit of taking home papers that I'd inevitably lose or damage in some way. But, this was still school, and I couldn't focus on what was so "boring" to me. I knew this wouldn't go over well, and after breaking so many promises to do better, I did the childish thing of opting to simply lie and fake everything I could, to make it appear as if I was doing my schooling every day. It's not like she had time to check. She had to work. So when she periodically would, I'd have a faked report card ready. I've always had a love for computers, so I was able to make a very convincing fake report card just through the HTML editor in the browser. She is a boomer, so she wasn't tech savvy enough to think about simply refreshing the page, and I knew and took advantage of that.
Anyway, that came crashing down, and I officially dropped out of the public school system at 15 years old. More screaming and crying, but what was done was done. I told my mother that I would at least get my GED, because she was clearly extremely hurt by this. I was fed the same lie everyone else was throughout school about completing highschool being the most important thing. You do not need a highschool diploma to get a job, and you do not even need one to get a GOOD job. No job requiring one is going to check. Why would they? A highschool diploma is the standard, and it has never once had any relevance to those jobs. But, I did get my GED. It took maybe a month, at the most. I went to a highschool near me that had after school classes for adults looking to get their diploma, and this consisted of mostly working through practice packets at your own pace. The answers to the problems were in the back, and any mathematical formulas or the like that I didn't understand, I was able to reverse how to use from the answer key. I passed the test with relatively high scores. This wasn't really an indicator of my intelligence on its own, as the GED test at the time was extremely easy. I didn't just magically absorb 3 years of highschool education from some packets in just one month, and I knew that at the time. It simply reinforced my belief that public education was a joke.
I had my GED now, and it did not preclude me from the vast majority of university programs. My grandmother became very sick around this time, now in her 70s. While she was very angry about the schooling and such, much like my mother, she was very encouraging to me when I decided to get my GED, much like my mother. She unfortunately passed away before I could show her the paper. She was very religious, and I hope Heaven is real, so that she has the chance to see that I did it, and be proud.
I entered the work force shortly after, working 40 hour work weeks, as my exit from school, and having recently turned 16, meant that the child labor laws in my state no longer applied to me. I performed okay at my jobs. It was low skill labor, and that was perfect for a guy with no education, and an inability to focus on anything that wasn't trivial. I was free to do as I pleased, and I began paying rent to my mother to help with the house and such. She had all but given up on her son having a normal childhood progression, but quickly began to truly respect me as my own person, and as an adult. I was given an absolute freedom that I loved.
It's about this time that I reconnected with my older brother, who is over 10 years older than me. We would hang out for weeks at a time when I was between jobs. I'd stay at home with his dogs while he went to work, and he'd come back after and we'd hang out some more. Rinse/repeat until I needed to go home for some reason. My brother had always been a bit of a black sheep (not as much as he would tell you, but certainly different). He was a functional alcoholic, and a big user of pot, psychedelics, and ecstasy. Foul mouthed, extremely anti-religion, anti-conservative. That kind of person. He's full blown SJW, these days. But at the time he was at least somewhat measured and could be reasoned with. And I loved hanging out with him all the time. It was better than sitting at home while my friends were in school.
Still, I had this false conception of who I was and what I wanted. I was still very stuck and stagnant, moving between low skilled job after low skilled job, making minimal money, and never growing my knowledge or skills. I pretended it wasn't a problem, but I still wholeheartedly believed it was, even if I wouldn't admit it. One day, he offered me some psilocybin mushrooms. And, being curious as to what the experience is actually like, I took them. Had a great time, too. This isn't some psychonaut conversion post, though. Regular psychedelic trips did benefit me quite a bit, but mostly in my ability to socialize with others. The psychs were fun, but "beware of unearned wisdom" has become more and more true the older I get, and the more I experience life.
Many of those psychedelic experiences turned into nightmarish ones, as I was not confronting the feeling inside me that the fungus wanted me to. But, the fungus eventually wins. ALWAYS. Of course, this opened the doorway for me to try all sorts of different drugs. I became a regular user of pot, alcohol, psyches, etc. You can name it, and I can guarantee you I've tried it, or something similar to it, at least once. Not all during this time, though. Many of the new drug experiences came years afterwards. I don't want to paint myself as a drug addict. Not that I wasn't, or that I'm not, but other than pot and alcohol, all of these were rare drug experiences for me.
I knew I was stuck. Education was out of the question, as I couldn't even afford to attend a technical school. My mom began to make okay money, enough to compensate for the lost income after the death of my grandmother. But, this put me in a financial spot that the government didn't like. She didn't have the money to send me to school, but she had enough that the government denied me any substantial financial aid for education. And they continued to do so, year after year. I moved out at age 20, still regularly getting blasted and enjoying the numbness it provided on the weekends. I stayed sober on the weekdays, mostly because it felt like a waste of good drugs when I only had a few hours to enjoy it before bedtime. Having moved out, I certainly couldn't pay for school on my own dime, instead opting to put school out of my mind at this point. I didn't have the time or the attention to do 3 hours of school per day on top of the 50 hour work weeks I was doing at the time. I tried briefly, paying out of pocket, but I couldn't sustain it financially or mentally.
I figured, I could learn on the internet. Everyone told me you can learn anything on the internet. I had been whining about the cost of school and the pacing with my job constantly, and that was the only response I ever got. They're right, but colleges weren't magically made obsolete, because the vast majority of free resources on the internet are absolute garbage. It has gotten much better these days, but I wasn't able to accomplish that at the time, that being a contributor on top of all the others already mentioned.
I leaned harder into the drugs, became severely depressed, spent time considering a military career, and this continued on. All this time, I continued to try and get myself educated using the internet alone, particularly in the area of programming, a field notorious for not needing any sort of college degree to make 6 figures a year. But, time and time again, I'd fail or stagnate to where I had forgotten anything I'd learned by the time I got back into it. Procrastination was the name of the game, and it was always 2.0001 steps forward, and 2 steps back, and unfortunately, the standards for becoming a professional in any field move quicker than that.
I wasn't really thinking of being stupid and lazy as a bad thing anymore, though. I knew everyone was different and had different abilities. Who cares if I'm stupid? Who cares if I'm lazy? I can't control those things, so why beat myself up about it? Around this time, I was coming to realize I was not as stupid as I had thought. I would make some progress with learning programming, and I knew this field wasn't easy to understand for anyone. But, the problem of laziness was still quite intractable. Like I said, 2.0001 steps forward, 2 steps back.
As I worked on it, the terminology about this feeling I had since childhood got a little closer to the truth. It was no longer, "I'm failing because I'm stupid.", but instead, "I'm failing because I'm not motivated.". So, I spent years longer searching for something that could keep my attention for long enough. It never came. I was told by literally all of society that I didn't need motivation. I just needed discipline. What a load of horseshit that is. If you are someone who says this: STOP. Seriously think about what those terms mean. Use them carefully. I see just about everyone saying this, with an arrogance that they know exactly what the problem is. I don't want to rant too hard about it, but knowing what I know now about neurology and the dopaminergic system, you need motivation for discipline to even be possible in the first place. I spent a decade beating myself up over this, and a lot of it is due to careless words like that.
And so, I spiraled. I was clearly not dumb, but so so so lazy apparently. I would continue to lament about my situation, and would throw my entire heart into accomplishing literally ANYTHING difficult, in my desperate attempts to get the fuck out of this Hell. It never worked. I became extremely depressed, and began to miss work regularly. I'm blessed to have a fantastic boss, who didn't fire me when he realized what was going on. I didn't really have to say much. He seemed to understand just by looking at me.
Well, the drugs stopped working. They weren't going to make me less depressed, and the mind numbing effect that had kept me sane had vanished. I realized during this time how much I hated my siblings, and wished to never see them again. I love my parents still the same, but my siblings continually abandoned me during this period. We already had a rocky history, but this was the final nail in the coffin of our relationship. They spoke down to me. Called me names. Would make fun of my lack of girlfriend, my weight gain, and my hair-loss. Just an overall very bad situation. My only support structure was collapsing at one of the worst times of my life. I became totally isolated. I wouldn't see my friends. My diet alternated between binge eating junk food until I vomited, and not eating at all for days at a time. I'd alternate between mindlessly watching YouTube, shitposting on the internet, or laying in bed all day, only getting up to go to the bathroom, or to occasionally go to work to sit around while doing the bare minimum. I didn't even have the energy to maintain a relationship with my drug dealer.
And then, one day I found DXM. A cheap AND legal high? Grand. It ships straight to my door? Even better. No need to fake liking a drug dealer to get it, either. The only work I had to do was clicking the order button. So, I got it, and I took it. This was interesting, though. I actually had quite a bit of energy while on it. The depression began to lift, not quite replaced by euphoria, but instead a type of numbness I hadn't yet felt. My thoughts weren't dulled like they were with pot or alcohol, but I wasn't feeling constantly negative either. The thoughts were still very there, but I simply didn't care as much about them.
For those who don't know, dextromethorphan (DXM) is the active ingredient in cough medications. It's a central nervous depressant, and a disassociative. It works by literally suppressing the signals sent by your nervous system, preventing the reflex that makes you cough. It, in and of itself is quite a safe drug, but can be extremely dangerous when mixed with other drugs, or alcohol. It can also cause you some serious problems if taken too often. When taken at recreational doses, this leads to all sorts of interesting effects. I'm not going to give you the whole experience, as again, this isn't some "drugs saved my life post" (actually it is, due to the ADD medications 😂), but the problems inadvertently began when I noticed that the antidepressant effects stayed for a day or two after the high was over. I was more motivated to improve my life, and I had DXM to support me along the way.
As much as it was fun, it had a whole host of side effects that eventually made me quit it entirely. As a central nervous depressant, it wrecks you physically when taken at recreational doses, as like the antidepressant effects, the side effects carried over into sobriety as well. I was taking it 3-4 times a week. I have a small motor tic, and a stutter, both becoming much much worse. I became extremely constipated, as the muscles responsible for moving that to the exit simply weren't working. So, I had to begin taking laxatives multiple times a week. I was no longer able to achieve orgasm, sober or not, which was particularly torturous, as the hormones didn't stop building up. I had never been more horny in my entire life, which sounds awesome on paper, until you waste 4 hours, only to achieve a raw dick and extreme blue balls. You also feel pretty goddamn pathetic putting your boner away afterwards.
So I stopped taking it. The crash following was unlike any other I've experienced. I had already been having suicidal thoughts, but the DXM had helped to quell those and give me hope for the future. But, I was still a failure, still failing at anything difficult I tried. The suicidal feelings came back again. I alternated in this cycle of quitting and coming back, as it was the only thing I'd found that gave me the hope I was searching for. I made it to the gym 5 days a week for over a month straight during one of these cycles.
The thoughts returned again during one of my break periods, and I simply couldn't handle it. I knew they were coming, and I could feel it looming in the back of my mind, and I was desperate not to feel that way anymore. I downed as much DXM as I had left (very bad idea), and most of what happened afterwards was a blur. I knew I wouldn't overdose, but part of me hoped I would, and that it would be a blissful passing.
Suddenly, lots of vomiting on myself. I remember suddenly being somewhere in my house with no recollection of how I got there. More vomiting. Hallucinations of bugs crawling on the walls. Beetles, crawling on and in my skin. Auditory hallucinations of smashed glass, explosions, and the screams of the damned. I began to come down from the trip. Apparently, I had gotten in the shower at some point after vomiting all over myself, and was now lying on my bed totally naked. Not clean, but at least no vomit. Exhausted, I looked over at my nightstand, and saw the pocket knife I had recently purchased for work sitting there. I knew it was sharp, and I knew I wanted to die. I really really wanted to die. I knew how easy it would be to just make one stabbing motion, right into my jugular. I knew it would be an extremely painful way to go, so I hesitated. But, I also knew pain wouldn't matter if I was dead. It'd only be temporary. So, I it picked up and held it in my hand for what must have been 10 minutes or so, trying to convince myself to do it. The disassociative nature of the drugs should've made it so easy. If I couldn't do it now, then how could I do it sober? I guess it is a testament to the strength of evolution. Nobody really wants to die. They just can't see any other end to the pain.
Obviously, since I'm writing this post, I didn't do it, but it was the closest I've ever gotten to ending my life. This was now rock bottom for me. I began to see a therapist at my mother's request awhile before this trip happened. At our next session, I was totally honest with him about all of what I was feeling and the actions I had taken that had gotten me to this point. He did a very okay job at keeping me from progressing any further. What really helped was simply having someone who was relatively intelligent, and could grasp what I told him. Part of what was driving my depression was the fact that nobody in my family or friend group seemed to understand what I was going through. I tried again and again to explain, and I had no other ways to do so. He got it, right from the start. He didn't just say, "I understand", either. He spoke in such a way that it was clear to me that he really understood.
He asked me to take an IQ test after we had been seeing each other for a year or so, as only minimal progress was made, and many of the cognitive strategies he had taught me were not helping. I agreed. G=127 That was an indicator to him that there was something else going on besides pure laziness. He asked me if I had ever been screened for ADD. I hadn't, and so he ran me through the questionnaire. I was diagnosed with adult ADD, and prescribed 15mg IR amphetamine to be taken daily. I was extremely worried this would be just another way to dull my thoughts, and was extremely worried I would get addicted to them and abuse them for the high. They are extremely close to methamphetamine in their chemical composition afterall. I'd done Adderall recreationally before, but this was years before, and I remembered it being pleasant, but very jittery and not as enjoyable as the other drugs I had tried. He explained to me the basics of dopamine and the neurology associated with it, and said he trusted me to tell him if it became a problem, and so I accepted the diagnosis and picked up my first month of meds.
That was 6 months ago, and every day since then has been an unbelievable weekly incremental improvement. Suddenly, the things that were difficult, the things I procrastinated on for far too long, the things I could never remember, etc: they all became doable. I'm constantly having those, "Holy shit!" moments where I remember something that I know for a fact I would not have before. The depression isn't wholely gone, as after all, you can't fix a life in just 6 months. But, I've made more progress in these last 6 months than the last 8 years combined. I've completed my first (free) college level programming course, and I'm working on improving my skills further, hopefully to turn it into a real career. I've began learning Japanese, and the positive feelings I feel every time I remember a new word are better than almost every drug I've ever tried (MDMA with the homies maybe inches it out lol).
There were so many hobbies and skills I had began and dropped after a few months because I thought I wasn't TRULY interested in them. That's what everyone told me, at least. I'd pick something up, get maybe a couple weeks out of it, lose all motivation to continue, and drop it again. I'd be interested in the same thing again in a few months, get another couple weeks out of it, and lose all motivation to continue again. Rinse and repeat with literally everything. Add in the world telling you it's only because you're undisciplined, and of course you'll want to kill yourself, given enough time. You're trying to break down a brick wall with your fists while the people who actually "just need discipline" have impact tools. Eventually your hands are going to turn into bloody nubs. All that to say, if you don't have ADD, it just isn't going to happen.
The resentment towards my father had already been subsiding after he was released from prison a few years ago, but this made me feel quite a bit better about it. I recognized he's not the one I should be blaming. Rather, I shouldn't be blaming at all. It was a contributor, sure, but knowing what I know now, I'm not sure things would have been different for me. They weren't for my brother after all, and he had his whole childhood with him. He's also a good man, despite the mistakes he's made. Not a perfect one, but he doesn't need to be. And I truly understand that I don't need to be a perfect one either. Just a man that's better than he was yesterday. And now I feel capable of being that man, and being that man again tomorrow, and the next day. I'm not sure I could have done it, prior to these last 6 months.
So, anyway, I think that's about all I have to say about this journey. I wanted to make this post, because there's absolutely no possible way I'm the only person with this story. If anything in this resonates with you, please get checked. I can't say it's certainly the cause of your problems, but it could be. At the very least, it's good to rule it out. I spent too long ruling out everything else besides ADD, and so I wasted a lot of time that I can never get back.
If anyone else wants to share their own stories, talk about ADD, depression, or anything else covered in this post, feel free to discuss.

Hello!
Just for a little background, I volunteer at a local facility that helps those who are struggling with completing their education (generally those with an underprivileged background and, unfortunately, many with undiagnosed learning disabilities). There can be anything from kindergarten aged students to maybe someone struggling to comprehend their driver's manual, but for the most part we work with adults who are striving towards their GED. I tend to be paired with adults who have a bit of extra difficulty with English.
My current student is a man who has been with us for a few years and has absolutely crushed it. Pretty much, we're at the end of our journey together and I couldn't be prouder, but we are stuck on his comprehension of sentences vs. fragments for his formal essay. He's able to complete worksheets without help on what makes a sentence a sentence, along with answer my various questions. He's also a beautiful fiction writer, however he seems to forget how non-fiction structure works when it comes to doing it in practice, without the guide of a worksheet.
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Some examples of tips and tricks we've already tried:

• Repetition- I ask him the three main components of a sentence, randomly during our sessions.
• Read it aloud- Does it make sense if said out loud, alone, by itself?
• Read each part individually- Cover additional sentences/fragments with a piece of paper and focus on one at a time. Identify if each component is there and, if not, re-write it into a sentence.
• Terminology worksheets- Having him match terms to their definitions in the beginning, now with him writing the definitions in his own words.

There's likely loads more where we're trying new things all the time, but the information just doesn't seem to be staying with him when it comes time to put all of it into practice.
One thing we tried, as well, was likening a sentence to a play. In a play, you have your spotlight that focuses on the subject. Your subject then acts (carries out actions- the verb) to add context. These actions are used to tell your complete story. This helped him with the basics and has gotten him to a fairly good point, but unless he does this thought process with every single line in his essays, he finds himself writing in fragments.
If there are maybe any analogies that some of you have used in the past, or examples of steps that have been taken to overcome this, we'd both super appreciate it!

I'll be straightforward with you. The current school system sucks. At this point, it's all about memorization and useless, arduous, and repetitive worksheets and WebQuests. (If you didn't know, a WebQuest is an assignment a teacher gives that generally has 20-30 questions, in which the student searches the web just to copy and paste the answers). I can’t speak for all, but I can speak for my school's student body. They suck and you learn little to no information! Also, the school needs four years to teach stuff I could learn in a summer break's time. We now live in a society where anything and everything is available on the internet and robots are the future; automating jobs, being more efficient, and on the path to becoming smarter.
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Second, schools only design and produce workers out of their already broken machines. They also only care about your ability to work and want you to pay taxes to them just so they can make the rich richer while they lead the pigpen into their capitalistic desires. Schools (at least mine) don't use the money to improve anything besides the depth of their pockets. PLEASE PAY TEACHERS MORE!!! Ironically enough, if I do take the GED and pass, I’ll be working to earn money and pay taxes.
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I know this first half is nothing but me dissing at school. I’ll now get to the part about the GED.
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School for me is just a hindrance to my capabilities and future. I could do so many things and have so many opportunities if it weren’t for school.
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I’m at a point in my life where I've got my it planned out and I’m starting to forge my future. I don’t want to drop out because if my endeavors fail, I’ll be cleaning school stalls. And if I pass, at least I have something to submit to my application for colleges. Not to brag, but I’m on the way to becoming successful and making a handsome amount of money.
So what is your opinion? Should I take the GED or not?

hi guys these are the resources i found helpful studying for ged. i hope this helps.
practice test1
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Language Arts extended response prompt
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official study guides
math formula sheet
balancing chemical equations worksheet
alegbra practice questions with answers and explanations
what are mean,mode,range,median in math and science

So I live in Oklahoma and the state provided free keys to take the Google IT courses. I took the Google IT Support Certificate and currently taking the IT Automation with Python. The person who helped me enroll in these courses is also helping me find a job. She sent a link to a job she thinks I would be a good fit for. My main concern is that it doesn't really sound Tech oriented. Like it won't help me advance my career if I take it. Here is the job description.
Bilingual RX Insurance Call Center Representative
We Are Hiring
Full Time, Days M-F, 7am-5pm
Location: Must be based in the Texas market
Ascension Automated Benefit Services is hiring for a new call center team in the Texas market! If you have a passion for helping others, providing customer service and have knowledge of healthcare and pharmacy claims, apply today!
What You Will Do
As a Bilingual RX Insurance Call Center Representative, you'll answer incoming calls and perform triage of inquiries.
Respond to telephone and/or Internet inquiries from customers seeking information and/or resources, following a set standard.
Collect relevant caller data to assist with measurement, tracking and reporting activities.
Track inquires, questions and answers and provide resolution.
Perform additional clerical duties as assigned.
Calculate pension benefits and payment worksheets with a high degree of accuracy.
Verify and audit benefit calculations and payment worksheets completed by peers.
Research pension plan provisions and pension law to ensure accurate completion of pension benefit calculations, with ability to articulate plan provisions to participants.
Collect, review and reconcile participant data and resolve data issues.
Knowledge of healthcare claims, Medicaid, Medicare, Pharmacy benefits, etc
Independently manage workload and handle multiple tasks to ensure timely completion of work assignments.
What You Will Need
Education:
High school diploma or GED required.
Additional Preferences
Additional Required Experience:
1 years of Call Center experience.
Bilingual Call Center Representative who speak fluent English and Spanish.
Additional preferences:
Knowledge of Facets, preferred
So what do you guys think? Is this a job a should try applying for or should keep looking? If you believe I should keep looking what types things should I be looking for?

Use:
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and
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Full Length GED Mathematical Reasoning Practice Test (testinar.com)

GED Math Worksheets: FREE & Printable (testinar.com)

(Wasn’t sure whether to tag this as a vent or resource request. I do want advice but I’m marking it vent because it’s mental health based.)
I (F19) was an only child with an overprotective mother, and I had no schooling past age 8 (and even that was limited to math worksheets my mom printed off google images and PBSkids shows). I got my GED this past March, and today I applied to online community college for this fall semester :) With my GED I only really had to study for math, everything else was just reading comprehension & common sense. I managed to pass all subjects with College Ready scores.
Now, having no real schooling experience and a sprinkling of mental illness I’m really anxious. I know next to nothing about the college enrollment process, and I’m just waiting for them to contact me. I’m going in blind and I’m really scared of looking stupid. I know I’m behind in a lot of subjects, I’ve never written an essay in my life, I’ve never had to take notes on a live lesson, I’ve never had to interact with a teacher, I feel really lost :// I also have a fear of getting things wrong (which I’d usually “fix” by avoiding anything I COULD get wrong. I’d work myself to tears before doing anything. I don’t think I could ever do a presentation, I have no idea how to use PowerPoint or anything?? Also I have procrastination issues :(( I’m worried I’ll miss assignments or not understand something but not be able to get clarification, or that I’ll immediately regret my major :( I know I’m more worried than I have any reason to be, but growing up I always just figured I’d never go to college. I never prepared.

Explanation:
When in elementary school I was placed in an SLD class to "help" me. The class was filled with trouble-maker kids who took the teacher's attention away from the few kids who actually needed help. Countless times these other kids would throw things at me, insult me, etc., and any and every time I attempted to retaliate I was the only one who got in trouble for the situation.
One SLD "teacher" withheld my lunch until I completed a math worksheet. This same "teacher" told my mother on one occasion that I was "taking the place (in her class) of a student who could be there instead. Also, in that same class, I poked a pencil through my shirt. (I was a child and didn't care.) Because I said I didn't care when she confronted me about it, this "teacher" decided to call a young child "white trash".
From there I was bounced to my third elementary school. In this class, the teacher had very little patience for me due to the divided attention with trouble-maker kids.
I had a friend at the time who was being home-schooled. Being an overweight child with glasses in a classroom full of abusive, bullying, troublemaking kids, coupled with being punished for even attempting to defend myself, being home-schooled was looking awesome.
We tried, but my mom was working during the day and I had a short attention span, so needless to say I fell through the cracks.
I attempted to go to middle school but I was again forced into an SLD class that only had one other child besides myself that actually need help. The rest of the students were trouble-makers.
After about a year I dropped out of middle school after getting sick and never went back.
I attempted to go to GED classes, but I was in the same problem I was before. I needed help to understand the work I was doing, in a class with a teacher who didn't care.
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I just recently got my HS Diploma and am working towards an HVAC degree.
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Question: Am I able to sue the school board for their role in my failed education? My main goal would be to make sure this never happens to another child and possibly to alleviate some of my student loans.

Hi Community,
I recently began a career in community development & planning and am seriously considering a change of course into local print and multimedia journalism and am looking for some advice on where to get started. *See "Research" & "Where I Need Help" for the Tldr;\*
Background
I'm 28, live in the midwest, and graduated with a BA in History from a liberal arts university a couple of years ago. I used to be heavily involved in state and federal campaigns as an activist, but dropped the majority of that when I went back to finish my degree. After that I worked as youth case worker for two years helping youth earn their GED and complete job training.
I transitioned to work for a regional planning commission (RPC) in my hometown eight months ago because I strongly believed when I finished my degree that I wanted to move back home and take on a leadership role lifting up my community. My job consists of helping regional communities apply for state and federal grants and assisting them in developing planning documents to guide future projects. I'm also pretty civically engaged guy, transitioning from attending party meetings to being involved in Kiwanis, Rotary, and Downtown Improvement Committee meetings. One of my best friends jokes that I turned a corner and became George F. Babbit, and he might be onto something haha.
I'm seriously questioning my career path now though as I'm not really enjoying the work and I'm at a crossroads where I need to be seriously considering a masters program in Public Administration or some sort of specialized degree in planning. My Part of it might be that since I began work at my RPC I haven't had a direct supervisor since our Director left shortly after. It could be that most of the projects I've been handed I don't really feel engaged or excited about in any way, and some of the communities we work with barely register a pulse when I ask them for details about a project. I'm getting the feeling though that I just don't feel engaged with this line of work, I'm underprepared for most of what I do in terms of the process for applying for a lot of government grants, and I can't see myself doing it in the long term. We'll finally have a Director in about two weeks, so I'm holding out hope that I could still feel better.
Why Journalism?
Candidly, I've never even come close to working for any kind of newspaper before. I didn't work on one in public school or in my post-secondary, and the closest I came was a basic Communication course and some political rhetoric credits for a minor in Political Communication.
I'm interested in this route because upon reflection lately I've realized I really wish I had pursued Communication as a major when I was in college. I've been told I write well and I engaged in some well-researched history papers in college, and a solid chunk of best friends my college days are local reporters now. I absolutely love talking to them about what they do and I know there hours could be better and the pay isn't great, but I feel a pull towards that world.
As I've mentioned, I'm the kind of guy who will show up to anything, engage with anybody, and I love being a part of my community. I love highlighting local businesses and giving a lift to everyday efforts in my community on social media, helping folks get their stories out, and I have a lot of fun finding speakers and topics for clubs I'm involved in.
Research
So I've talked to some of my friends who are journalists along with a friend who is an Associate Professor at a nearby university and here are some of my takeaways:

• I don't necessarily need to go back and get a full bachelors in communication
  • Some courses as a non-degree seeking student may suffice
• I should seek out an internship and or a job shadow opportunity with a newspaper, anything I could do to learn more about the work and assist someone on the job to get a feel and learn some tricks of the trade
• Although I've never worked with a camera beyond my Samsung phone and posting to social media, I could take up some basic training myself online, the same would go with picking up video editing, and learning search engine optimization (SEO)
• If I can ultimately prove via some coursework, field experience, and developing a brief portfolio I could potentially land a job, and that would be the ticket.

Where I Need Help
I've mentioned some of my key takeaways from interviewing some friends, but I'm looking for answers to some of the following, and any additional advice:

• What technology/software should I look out for getting started in the field? I'm not a professional, but I want to start learning and have questions about the following
  • Video editing software?
  • What's an entry-level camera I should look at for perhaps practicing some photography?
  • Should I buy a video camera of some kind? I know these can be a bit pricey, so would my phone work for doing video for the time being?
• What software should I look at?
  • I'm completely unfamiliar with this, but know that something to help me understand the basic points of an editing bay for packaging stories would be good to build a base in.
• Recommendations on online basics courses?
  • My local library offers members a ton of basic courses via a tool called Universal Class that appears to be free and offers a certificate and CEUs. There is even a "Journalism 101" course that's 14 hours and offers 1.4 CEUs and an "SEO Copywriting" for 8 hours with 0.8 CEUs.
  • I'm ultimately looking at the degree worksheet for my alma mater and the nearby public university that my friend teaches at for actual coursework, but I figure it would be beneficial to make some headway with some online videos and courses to get a firmer grasp of the field

That's all I have for the time being, but any feedback and especially anything pertaining to my main questions would be a huge help (Particularly if I can snag myself a camera for a #BlackFriday or #CyberMonday sale)

I've posted here before from various accounts but it's been quite a while and I need to vent.
My life was so, so screwed my home schooling. I was totally isolated. I had no friends or social life whatsoever, I'd go months without even leaving the house and spent every single day being my mom's listening ear from the age of 12 onward. All day. We rarely did school by the time I hit about 15. I didn't learn to drive and have only started working, online, at the age of 21. I still don't have my GED and have been working towards it for a year straight because I was on about a 7th grade math level when I started studying...which is funny because they pulled me from public school after I finished 6th grade. I had a constant front row seat to my parent's never ending marital problems (like serious shit. I'm talking my dad threatening to punch my mom and telling her to do us all a favor and k!ll herself on Christmas Eve when I was 13 because she found out he was cheating and confronted him), family drama, and eventually took on the role of a caregiver for my grandparents, starting at about 17. Actually doing school hadn't been a thing for a long time by then anyway and as much as I love my grandparents, even just a few years later now I can see I never should've been put in that position so young.
It was an awful experience that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy, my parents think it was incredible and I'm so much better off not going through public school even though I literally have absolutely nothing to show for it. But I think a lot about how it could have been. It could've been good had either one of my parents put forth literally any effort or money. We didn't use any sort of paid curriculum or anything, my mom just downloaded any free worksheets she could find, riddled with errors or not, and that was what we did until she got fed up with it all, of course. She had no concept of how to actually teach. She herself dropped out of high school at age 16. She's very good at math and alright at English but anything else is a no go. My education in science was fleeting, I history basically just reading so that was okay, but I've had little to no science or math education beyond a middle school level.
My dad, the only one with access to money and and the only one who could drive, promised he'd let me do things and take me places. I was told before I ever left public school that I could join sports and clubs and we'd go on trips...stuff I never got to do anyway. My mom has since said I pretty much should've known better than to trust my dad, despite the fact I was 12 years old.
Since it was no longer legally required in order for me to go to school, my dad wouldn't take me to a doctor or dentist. The next time I got medical care after leaving school was at age 17, when I was throwing up for almost a full day and had terrible stomach pains and he still made me feel like shit and huffed and puffed the entire time until we found out I had to have surgery the next morning. I last went to the dentist at age 12, where they told me I had 12 cavities. My teeth are in terrible condition now and I still have no means to get myself care, least of all the funds.
Despite all of that, I find myself questioning if I would home school my kids. I don't like a lot of what I see coming out of public schools. Even when I was there, it sucked, I didn't exactly enjoy it but it was better than home school. But oh man, what could have been. Had my parents actually cared, I could have gotten a decent education. They could have put in the time, effort, and money and actually provided something that rivaled the public schools. They could have taken me places and allowed me to have a social life. They could have put me in driver's ed, my dad said he wanted to teach me himself and then never got around to it...ever. I could have had the best of both worlds, actually being set up for success and getting decent opportunities while having the freedom to do things not restricted by a traditional school schedule.
Imagine if my parents didn't hate each other and had the decency to keep adult problems between adults. Maybe I wouldn't have had the downright crippling anxiety that their answer for was to scream at me.
But no. They did nothing and don't seem to care that I'm nothing because of it.

Being two years removed from my four year stint in a public high school, I believe something has to change. Many of the characteristics of modern day American society that are not very appealing are the effects of a poor public schooling system and correcting the cause of the disease rather than treating the effects has shown, time and time again, to be the more effective and long lasting solution to societal problems. I believe that there were many opportunities lost and glaring inefficiencies on display at my Southern Californian high school, and considering that California is considered on the better side of public schooling, I can only assume that things are worse in areas that are less affluent. The culture around public schooling, more specifically the attitudes of children attending public high schools seems to be of two persuasions: one, an utter disregard for the value of finding an intellectually demanding passion, opting to perform the minimum amount of work, which is surprisingly small, to pass and get a mandated GED, and two, doing everything and anything to get a 4.0, or higher, solely for the purpose of attaining a prestigious college degree. I believe the culture around education of any kind, especially high school, should be one of a love for learning and finding what you are passionate about. As long as public high schools continue to churn out children who are results orientated or have little to no passion for intellectual pursuits, I believe the problems American society faces today will continue to worsen and multiply. Additionally, public education is simply too easy. I'm not academically gifted by any means and I have yet to find anything I naturally excel at, but I flew through high school taking non-AP and AP classes with ease while getting decent grades. I believe, and this I admit sounds extreme, that high schools should employ a semester based system, eradicate the distinction between AP and non-AP curriculums by making all classes stand up, or exceed, the AP rigor-taking five such classes every academic year-and strengthen or relax all curriculum's yearly, optimizing for trends in student & parent responses. I believe that more so than any other profession, whether it be social workers or any number of professions that require sacrifice primarily for the public wellbeing, public educators in our country have the greatest chance to better our society. By making high schools places where children develop passions for learning about what they are interested in as well as topics they may not be too interested in at the moment, we will see future generations have a greater chance to significantly improve society more so than any other generation has had before them. School should be a place of curiosity and love for the plethora of subjects covered within those gated communities and children should find going through rigorous courses in the arts or in the technically orientated STEM classes a spark that ignites their love for certain fields as a result of the material introduced and the surrounding school environment. Morally and ethically it is an obligation for us to constantly improve the quality of public high school education. Leaving high school, I was wholly unprepared for the world beyond, with gaping holes in my knowledge and a lack of love for learning and applying knowledge in a particular field, leaving me utterly handicapped and unfulfilled. Whether it is the rigor and difficulty of higher education or making it in the professional world, children will continue to be taken by surprise by the ruthless and relentless nature, the perseverance and skill, that is required to be successful, leading many to lose moral and drive. While my difficulties in life are most definitely not attributed solely or even primarily to the public education I acquired, I certainly believe that future generations could benefit immensely from an intellectually difficult high school education where compassion, aspiration, and innovation are the values that are fostered and nurtured. Sadly, I do not, and this is purely based on my own experience, believe that these values are pursued to the fullest extent possible in our high schools. High school shouldn't be a place where we memorize synonyms and antonyms and it shouldn't be a place where we do archaic projects in civics and econ, it should be intellectually demanding by posing questions that don't necessarily have right or wrong answers, by going through intricate material, and by asking children to use their creative muscles in the classes they choose to take. I believe that curricula that hold up to the AP guidelines-or any other similar programs that I am not aware of-and future renditions of it which prioritize continuous improvement and not complacent stagnation will feed the insatiable intellectual desires that, I believe, are starving within many young adults. Young adults should be reasonably pushed by an academic environment that gives them an opportunity to grow, a place where they go to find their passions and possibly develop a modicum of skill whether intellectual or practical. I only ever had a semblance of those feelings when I took AP classes, and even then, there was room for improvement. We should make curriculums as intellectually rigorous and thorough as a reasonable child can handle while still loving the material and children should find high school a launchpad for their love of the arts, of history, of science, of foreign languages, or of any other subject. While this will undoubtedly take immense changes to get right, I believe that it is in the best interest of young adults, who are being pulled by the waist of their pants to complete a fill in the blank worksheet in the computer lab, to make our schools a hub for intellectual dialogue rather than a place where filling your college application with a stellar GPA and a list of extracurriculars you took solely to impress upon admissions officers is the predominant motivating factor. Ironically, I believe these motivations run counter to attaining long lasting and fulfilling success. While I believe many people will say that my ideas are too extreme and will negatively impact the mental wellbeing of all young Americans, I believe five AP classes diluted over a nine month academic year is a reasonable starting point for improving public school education and, as a result, the lives of children who will unknowingly come to rely on their high school years in their future lives. Additionally, I believe that schools should have enough counselors to require all students to have monthly visits to talk or not talk. To parents who are scared their child will fail and struggle, I say great. Failing and healthy struggling are the best things for self-improvement. Ease and the resulting complacency from cookie cutter and trite classes will continue to hamper the increasingly intellectually capable young Americans. One thing to mention is that this is by no means a referendum on public high school teachers, who by all my personal accounts, have been benevolent, fair, and extremely smart individuals who, regardless of the curriculum, have given me so much. Also, I would like to make it clear that there is value in relaxation and that a high school education, while being one of the few dominating activities in a young adult’s life, should by no means be all-consuming. I believe the recommendation I made seems to abide by that guideline. By making considerable improvements to the curriculum's of public high schools, young adults will be more likely to grow up and lead fulfilling lives by finding their passions and developing an appreciation for challenging themselves by following their curiosities, society will benefit in all sectors immensely, the equity gap will shrink, our ability to compete with other nations who are currently prioritizing the cultivation of motivated and talented youth will strengthen, public education's ability to compete with its private counterpart-which threatens to require a paycheck for any young adult to receive an adequate education, furthering increasing the equity gap within our country-will strengthen, and Americans will live in a more compassionate, skillful, and innovative society, immensely improving all of our welfare. To improve as a society, I believe it is our foremost imperative to give children a place where their intellectual beings feel a calling to live and learn freely and where they learn to be independent human beings who question assertions and undertake healthy discussions to find what is and what is not a substantiated idea. I would love to know what you think with regards to the state of public high school education in America.
TLDR: Public high school education is inadequate for increasingly capable young Americans. Non-AP classes seem to be inefficient, excessively simple, and in general do not push high school students to take intricate material and apply it in innovative ways. I advocate for school's to revert to a semester based system where one academic year is made up of 5 or 6 classes-giving teachers more time to gradually navigate students through a rigorous and thorough curriculum-, abolish non-AP classes and make all classes meet or exceed the AP standard, optimize curriculums yearly based on student and parent responses (strengthen or relax), counselors should be in proportion to the student population, and active steps by school administrators should be taken to make the high school intellectual environment one of growing through healthy intellectual challenges and not one where a majority of students either have little regard for their high school education or are obsessed with filling their college applications. Students should take classes that spark their intellectual curiosities as well as classes they may not be too interested in at the moment rather than completing fill-in-the-blank worksheets or memorizing historical events and vocabulary.

I am looking for someone (or a few people) who would be interested in having a zoom study session with me for a few hours twice a week?
I am 19 from Canada, didn't come anywhere close to finishing high school.
I work part time, and volunteer, and sometimes it is hard to motivate myself to work towards this goal on my own..
If you are interested, leave a comment, or send me a dm.
As soon as I get a zoom account username or Gmail of anyone interested, we can arrange a quick zoom meeting (ideally everyone at once, but everyone's schedule is different so I can chat with someone separately if its necessary no worries) just to discuss what we are each (or what we are all) focusing on. Ex. If you are good at essay writing but terrible at math, or vice versa. Thus way some of us may be able to help each other as well. It may also be helpful to make a bullet note or document with your focuses from order of most need help on to need the least amount of help.
I also have worksheets I would be happy to share with anyone. Just let me know the subjects you need help with and I can send them to you. Everything is the same as the USA GED except the social studies.
I have access to some other resources as well that I would be happy to share with anyone. I know it can be hard to find motivation right now, maybe you are great at self study idk. I however need that motivation. I am not going to set any specific time.
I am not completely sure yet, like I said everyone has different schedules. Maybe I will send out a zoom link a day in advance and try to mix up the days/times, and you can join if you are able to join.

Lab Technician The Minnesota Crop Improvement Association (MCIA) is seeking qualified candidates for the position of Lab Technician. The incumbent will check in certification and service seed samples, prepare applicable worksheets and sample envelopes, and mix and divide submitted samples in accordance with seed testing rules for purity testing. The incumbent will prepare media and germination reagents, and will plant samples in accordance with seed testing rules for germination. The selected individual will be involved in other lab functions, and will assist with the proper use and maintenance of lab equipment and with certification grow-out activities.
This full-time position offers a competitive salary and full benefits. The position is housed at the MCIA Office, which is located on the St. Paul campus of the University of Minnesota Twin Cities.
Duties and Responsibilities:
Process necessary paperwork and assist in maintaining records to support OECD, AOSCA, and MCIA programs. Check in submitted samples and prepare applicable reading worksheets and sample envelopes for testing.* Mix and divide submitted samples in accordance with seed testing rules for purity testing.* Prepare media and plant samples in accordance with seed testing rules for germination testing.* Prepare chemical reagents for germination testing as needed.* Assist in germination and purity testing of samples. Wash germination boxes and buckets upon completion of tests.* File completed samples in cold storage and dispose of previously stored samples as needed. Use and maintain lab equipment properly. Assist with seed certification grow-out activities.* Assist in training and provide direction to part-time staff. Serve on specified MCIA or other assigned committees. Perform other miscellaneous seasonal duties, as required. * Essential functions
Minimum Qualifications:
High School diploma or GED required. Preferred Qualifications:
B.S. in agronomy or agriculture-related field. Knowledgeable of seed testing procedures. Knowledgeable of certification standards and procedures. Basic understanding of Quality Management Systems. Skills/Physical Demands:
Ability to work with limited supervision, highly self-motivated. Solid math and analytical skills. Effective verbal and written communication skills. Possess computer skills and working knowledge of Microsoft Office. Accurate, efficient, and detail oriented. Willingness to travel, primarily within Minnesota. Must possess a valid driver’s license. Promote good work ethic, positive attitude, and teamwork environment. Promote and ensure excellence in customer service. How to Apply:
Interested individuals should submit a letter of interest and resume to employment@mncia.org or mail to Fawad Shah, MCIA, 1900 Hendon Ave, Saint Paul MN 55108
Minnesota Crop Improvement Association is an EEO employer.