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2014.06.18 05:20 sw126 acupuncturist
Dr. Wang, a medical doctor from China, is a master acupuncturist licensed in New York, Connecticut and Wisconsin. He is a former Columbia University Medical School visiting professor and research scientist (1991-2004) with more than 30 medical and acupuncture publications to his name and has been featured in numerous TV shows, such as CBS News, as well as radio shows, magazine articles and medical journals. He was invited to talk about acupuncture and
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2023.06.07 21:32 VY_CanisMajoris67 I am in mental and physical agony over two vets disagreeing over whether it's time to put my 13YO handicapped dog down.
I have a 13.5YO pug (Pebbles) who was given to me as a teenager. She has been a blessing and a curse. I love her to pieces – she is hilarious and sassy – but she's been falling apart slowly since about age 8. Started with not being able to jump up anymore and weird episodes of "doggy dementia" that later turned out to be delirium from undiscovered UTIs. This road would become much more winding as another vet discovered she had severe lumbo-sacral arthritis and a pug-specific problem with spinal cord compression (very similar to Degenerative Myelopathy or "DM").
Before you write me off as mentally insane, I need to preface her care with the fact I am in my last year of medical school and our current vet has helped and encouraged me to do all of this for her. I wanted to do it and I had the background to adapt.
To sum it up and speed things along, she now no longer walks and only "scoots" independently. We got her a custom wheelchair at age 11 when she started dragging her feet and falling. That went great for a couple years and we even went for regular walks until the arthritis hit the front legs too. I then moved on to "hydropug therapy" in the tub which she still enjoys. She does spend most of her time sleeping.
She still struggles with recurrent UTIs, it ended up being *very* complex and multifactorial ... we've tried all the supplements, all the meds and wipes. Ended up on antibiotics again and again for five years and now, I have to regularly express her bladder outside, which she is not a fan of. She controls her sphincter still, but not the bladder muscle. I trained her to "potty" by letting go so I could squeeze her abdomen to empty the bladder. But she dislikes it, so she picks her legs up and stops prematurely. And then has remaining urine in her bladder. Which causes a UTI. (She can let go and pee some on her own in an emergency but that never happens.)
When she had another UTI based on a urine test strip I use, our regular vet was booked out. We saw an ER vet. When the sensitivity / culture came back, she stated we could just put her down because "you're clearly tired and so is she." I wanted to try one of the few safer antibiotics options we still had at that time. She suggested if she were to get another infection or for doxycycline to not work, I should really just put her down.
Went in for the recheck with the regular vet and she not only has her infection worsened, she has a multi-drug resistant organism with only The Big Gun left. An antibiotic called chloramphenicol that is banned in the US for humans. It's so toxic, no one in the house but Pebbles can touch it. I also have to watch her like a hawk or separate her from the other pets because she could have diarrhea and NO ONE CAN TOUCH IT. Its potential (but uncommon) side effects are permanent bone marrow failure, organ damage, etc you get the picture. There are a few people who report their experience with a dog on it. Some dogs go uncured, some get cured and just have GI upset. Crap shoot.
Our regular vet who has known us for years said, "I don't think it's time to put her down. Each patient is a unique case and you are able to do a lot for her. Did the other vet know you're almost done with medical school ...?"
The almost bigger issue is even what will happen after we cure this infection? We still have the same issue: she does not like being expressed and puts in bare minimum compliance. Yes, even with treats.
Our regular vet felt like we should try the chloramphenicol and go back on one of the drugs that helps her pee better (strengthens her bladder tone, bethanecol if anyone cares). I think I only tried that one for her briefly a while back cuz I didn't think it helped, but I'm not measuring her bladder output so who knows.
Our regular vet didn't feel like it was time to put her down. Pebbles still does her favorite things: eat (she's a pug), snuggle with fervor and do some activity like short walks in her wheelchair and "hydropug" therapy.
What makes this even harder is she is acting like Pebbles ... the "doggy dementia" stopped years ago when we aggressively treated her UTIs. She still runs us over in her wheelchair before meals. Still very much herself and with energy. All her other organs and blood tests come back great and very healthy. Good dental health since I brushed her teeth / got dentals. CLINICALLY, she looks fine (no fever, chills, appetite loss, etc). But every time we have to do these antibiotics, she gags and coughs, gets diarrhea. It does affect her.
This is one of the hardest decisions of my life and it's affecting my study performance for a board exam. My options are basically
1) Do the chloramphenicol which may not work and could make her sick. Hope adjusting things after changes her UTI susceptibility.
2) Leave her alone and watch for signs of infection spread into her kidney or bloodstream and euthanize then.
3) In-home euthanasia in three weeks when my partner is home from a work trip. Hope it doesn't fuck me up too bad before my board exam a few weeks later.
I would like others' honest thoughts because those closest to me and our two vets all have different opinions. Do the antibiotic, leave her alone to decline, euthanize on a high note. I don't even know. I have been in mental anguish over this and not doing well at all. I ask that you please limit your opinion to what I have included because if Pebbles makes it into my medical residency, I have a supportive partner who will WFH next year and can hire a dog sitter with vet experience to express her, give attention, etc. if we're both busy. Pebbles is a very spoiled pug.
Dog tax: young Pebbles and old Pebbles
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Before you write me off as mentally insane, I need to preface her care with the fact I am in my last year of medical school and our current vet has helped and encouraged me to do all of this for her. I wanted to do it and I had the background to adapt.
To sum it up and speed things along, she now no longer walks and only "scoots" independently. We got her a custom wheelchair at age 11 when she started dragging her feet and falling. That went great for a couple years and we even went for regular walks until the arthritis hit the front legs too. I then moved on to "hydropug therapy" in the tub which she still enjoys. She does spend most of her time sleeping.
She still struggles with recurrent UTIs, it ended up being *very* complex and multifactorial ... we've tried all the supplements, all the meds and wipes. Ended up on antibiotics again and again for five years and now, I have to regularly express her bladder outside, which she is not a fan of. She controls her sphincter still, but not the bladder muscle. I trained her to "potty" by letting go so I could squeeze her abdomen to empty the bladder. But she dislikes it, so she picks her legs up and stops prematurely. And then has remaining urine in her bladder. Which causes a UTI. (She can let go and pee some on her own in an emergency but that never happens.)
When she had another UTI based on a urine test strip I use, our regular vet was booked out. We saw an ER vet. When the sensitivity / culture came back, she stated we could just put her down because "you're clearly tired and so is she." I wanted to try one of the few safer antibiotics options we still had at that time. She suggested if she were to get another infection or for doxycycline to not work, I should really just put her down.
Went in for the recheck with the regular vet and she not only has her infection worsened, she has a multi-drug resistant organism with only The Big Gun left. An antibiotic called chloramphenicol that is banned in the US for humans. It's so toxic, no one in the house but Pebbles can touch it. I also have to watch her like a hawk or separate her from the other pets because she could have diarrhea and NO ONE CAN TOUCH IT. Its potential (but uncommon) side effects are permanent bone marrow failure, organ damage, etc you get the picture. There are a few people who report their experience with a dog on it. Some dogs go uncured, some get cured and just have GI upset. Crap shoot.
Our regular vet who has known us for years said, "I don't think it's time to put her down. Each patient is a unique case and you are able to do a lot for her. Did the other vet know you're almost done with medical school ...?"
The almost bigger issue is even what will happen after we cure this infection? We still have the same issue: she does not like being expressed and puts in bare minimum compliance. Yes, even with treats.
Our regular vet felt like we should try the chloramphenicol and go back on one of the drugs that helps her pee better (strengthens her bladder tone, bethanecol if anyone cares). I think I only tried that one for her briefly a while back cuz I didn't think it helped, but I'm not measuring her bladder output so who knows.
Our regular vet didn't feel like it was time to put her down. Pebbles still does her favorite things: eat (she's a pug), snuggle with fervor and do some activity like short walks in her wheelchair and "hydropug" therapy.
What makes this even harder is she is acting like Pebbles ... the "doggy dementia" stopped years ago when we aggressively treated her UTIs. She still runs us over in her wheelchair before meals. Still very much herself and with energy. All her other organs and blood tests come back great and very healthy. Good dental health since I brushed her teeth / got dentals. CLINICALLY, she looks fine (no fever, chills, appetite loss, etc). But every time we have to do these antibiotics, she gags and coughs, gets diarrhea. It does affect her.
This is one of the hardest decisions of my life and it's affecting my study performance for a board exam. My options are basically
1) Do the chloramphenicol which may not work and could make her sick. Hope adjusting things after changes her UTI susceptibility.
2) Leave her alone and watch for signs of infection spread into her kidney or bloodstream and euthanize then.
3) In-home euthanasia in three weeks when my partner is home from a work trip. Hope it doesn't fuck me up too bad before my board exam a few weeks later.
I would like others' honest thoughts because those closest to me and our two vets all have different opinions. Do the antibiotic, leave her alone to decline, euthanize on a high note. I don't even know. I have been in mental anguish over this and not doing well at all. I ask that you please limit your opinion to what I have included because if Pebbles makes it into my medical residency, I have a supportive partner who will WFH next year and can hire a dog sitter with vet experience to express her, give attention, etc. if we're both busy. Pebbles is a very spoiled pug.
Dog tax: young Pebbles and old Pebbles
2023.06.07 21:31 djsquilz Pay Grade/Scale Question
Hi everyone, was wondering if anyone could help shed light on Northwestern's pay grade scale. I found one document online with some examples but not sure of how accurate it is.
For reference, the two jobs I'm looking at are both in the medical school, one i'm certainly qualified for (which is NEX/13 grade) and one which would be a step-up but not out of reach, (grade EXS/7).
Any insight as to what those ranges would be would be much appreciated!
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For reference, the two jobs I'm looking at are both in the medical school, one i'm certainly qualified for (which is NEX/13 grade) and one which would be a step-up but not out of reach, (grade EXS/7).
Any insight as to what those ranges would be would be much appreciated!
2023.06.07 21:31 ahhhelpmeplsihateit Worries I accidentally binded myself to someone in high school
TW: SH
So when I was fourteen and un-medicated, I thought I was in love with a boy and when he eventually broke my heart I took it really hard. I was self harming back then and for whatever reason I cut his name on my thigh. And now years and years later, he’s still found a way to be in my life. One of my best friends happens to be his girlfriend and we also happen to have friends in the same social circle so I see him or hear about him often. It’s really uncomfortable for me but i don’t wanna end a friendship over a high school boyfriend.
Also during every mercury retrograde i catch myself dreaming about him. Nothing specific just he shows up in my dreams and we’re always friendly in the dreams but in real life I go out of my way to stay away from him. I wasn’t practicing when I did this so I had no intention of doing magic but now that I’ve learned about blood magic I’m worried i binded myself to him. Is there a way I can undo this or someone I can pay to undo it for me??
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So when I was fourteen and un-medicated, I thought I was in love with a boy and when he eventually broke my heart I took it really hard. I was self harming back then and for whatever reason I cut his name on my thigh. And now years and years later, he’s still found a way to be in my life. One of my best friends happens to be his girlfriend and we also happen to have friends in the same social circle so I see him or hear about him often. It’s really uncomfortable for me but i don’t wanna end a friendship over a high school boyfriend.
Also during every mercury retrograde i catch myself dreaming about him. Nothing specific just he shows up in my dreams and we’re always friendly in the dreams but in real life I go out of my way to stay away from him. I wasn’t practicing when I did this so I had no intention of doing magic but now that I’ve learned about blood magic I’m worried i binded myself to him. Is there a way I can undo this or someone I can pay to undo it for me??
2023.06.07 21:29 Wander715 Anyone have experience with ASU's Masters EE online program?
I'm looking around for a good online EE Masters that I can work on part time and one from ASU looks appealing to me. https://asuonline.asu.edu/online-degree-programs/graduate/master-science-engineering-electrical-engineering/
They have a decent set of coursework and the tuition isn't too bad either. I'm wondering if anyone can speak to the quality of the program? They make the claim of "#2 online Masters in EE" which I find hard to believe. Apparently it's pulled from here: https://www.usnews.com/education/online-education/engineering/online-electrical-rankings but I'm not sure how reliable this list is?
Also the application requires transcript, GPA, statement of purpose, resume, etc. but absolutely no letters of rec required (it specifically says do NOT send letters of rec) which I find a bit odd since I'm under the impression that any halfway decent grad program requires 2-3 letters of rec.
If anyone has experience with the school or specifically done the EE program I'd love some feedback. Thanks!
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They have a decent set of coursework and the tuition isn't too bad either. I'm wondering if anyone can speak to the quality of the program? They make the claim of "#2 online Masters in EE" which I find hard to believe. Apparently it's pulled from here: https://www.usnews.com/education/online-education/engineering/online-electrical-rankings but I'm not sure how reliable this list is?
Also the application requires transcript, GPA, statement of purpose, resume, etc. but absolutely no letters of rec required (it specifically says do NOT send letters of rec) which I find a bit odd since I'm under the impression that any halfway decent grad program requires 2-3 letters of rec.
If anyone has experience with the school or specifically done the EE program I'd love some feedback. Thanks!
2023.06.07 21:28 whatistrueis Back on track. Doctoral program. Thanks again for all the support.
I posted roughly two years ago thanking the community for the excellent advice given to me during COVID. It allowed me to work with my department while doing my master's to handle my depression and grades slipping.
https://www.reddit.com/GradSchool/comments/ljxgeg/update_thanking_individuals_for_advice_depression/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
After graduating I took about 2 years working and getting my foundations back (which included medication) and taking a course or two to ease myself back into academia. About two months ago I was accepted into a strong doctoral program in economics with a graduate fellowship (full funding, stipend, fancy title, center affiliation, lots of other perks, and a super supportive faculty). My trajectory is back on track, and I will be walking into the program with a 4.0 based on the prior courses I took within the department as a non-degree graduate student.
Again, I can't thank everyone here enough for the support you all provide to folks like me and others. We get a lot of people, rightfully or not, on the brink here. But I wanted to share a feel good result to show that there is a path forward and that things can get better.
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After graduating I took about 2 years working and getting my foundations back (which included medication) and taking a course or two to ease myself back into academia. About two months ago I was accepted into a strong doctoral program in economics with a graduate fellowship (full funding, stipend, fancy title, center affiliation, lots of other perks, and a super supportive faculty). My trajectory is back on track, and I will be walking into the program with a 4.0 based on the prior courses I took within the department as a non-degree graduate student.
Again, I can't thank everyone here enough for the support you all provide to folks like me and others. We get a lot of people, rightfully or not, on the brink here. But I wanted to share a feel good result to show that there is a path forward and that things can get better.
2023.06.07 21:12 Dangerous-Bag-7327 [HIRING] 20 Jobs in Dallas Hiring Now!
2023.06.07 21:11 Royaly_Ambitious333 2/2 for Admissions- in at USC! It’s Finally Over
This has been one hell of a cycle. But it’s finally over (for me). After being placed on the waitlist in January, I was offered a seat in the upcoming class at USC (in Columbia,SC). The dean shared with me that this was a competitive cycle for them. The median stats for what they were accepting were- LSAT: mid 160, 3.6+ GPA; so this is a big win in my book! Good luck to everyone!
Also, the other school I was accepted to was LSU back in February 🤩
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Also, the other school I was accepted to was LSU back in February 🤩
2023.06.07 21:06 milkman027 I'm stuck, but free.? I have no idea what kind of job I can/should be shooting for & I would appreciate just any ideas thrown out there that I can further look into.
Hey guys, I feel bad for asking, but I don't know what to do. I'm a college grad that wants nothing to do w/ what he majored in. So now I'm looking for allll the different kinds of jobs out there & something that I could pursue. I really don't want to go to school again, but I'm not super opposed to it. If I have to take classes for a certain job, I would prefer them to be a minimum or online. I don't mind having to do different certifications or really anything. I just don't know /what/ I want to do. So here are some of my personal interests.
I'm interested in environmentalism. I care about the well being of our planet & would like to work towards making a difference. I would like to help w/ grassroots efforts to better local environments & build from the bottom up. I know that starting w/ one's local flora & helping to ensure that that is healthy leads to cascading effects for the rest of the local environment. I don't have much knowledge on environmentalism but would certainly love to learn more. Any jobs that work in this field would be great.
I'm interested in health, but fuckkk working for the typical medical industry. I'm really interested in nutrition & have some base knowledge. I'm interested in teaching others about health & really building each other up.
I'm interested in community (but I suck at being with community :\ ). So like with environmentalism & really just about everything hear, I would /love/ to be able to spread & share knowledge from myself & others. I want to help build networks of information & tools & infrastructure that community can use & build up from.
I'm interested in herbalism, but unsure of what jobs I could seek with that. Gardening / sustainable agriculture.
I'm really interested in learning more about & implementing (at least in my own space) TEK (Traditional Ecological Knowledge).
I'm enjoy being / working outdoors. Working out in the field. Some sort of tour guide. Working to clean up National Parks.
I've considered getting some types of certifications that could allow me to do technology work that would allow me to work from home (allowing me to possibly be mobile). I don't know /squat/ about computers, but would learn. This isn't a passion of mine, but sometimes a job is just a job.
I'm interested in political education & (and again, sharing that information).
I used to want to be a teacher growing up. Or a social worker. Therapist. & really these are all options that I would still highly consider. I just really don't want to / have the means to be going back to school. At least full time.
I worked at a coffee shop during undergrad & really really enjoyed it actually. But the nearest coffee shop to me is 50 mins away & starbucks FT positions were only 20-30 hrs a week.
Working at a library seems /lovely/ but again, I don't have the means to be going back to school for it quite yet at least.
I'm just curious what jobs are out there. I can figure out how to get to that particular job, but I would just love to hear from anybody working in any related fields what jobs they know of. I haven't gotten very far w/ my own research & would like to hear from a diverse community on what they know/see.
Thank you to anyone who reads & responds.
Postscript: I may need to remake this post..
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I'm interested in environmentalism. I care about the well being of our planet & would like to work towards making a difference. I would like to help w/ grassroots efforts to better local environments & build from the bottom up. I know that starting w/ one's local flora & helping to ensure that that is healthy leads to cascading effects for the rest of the local environment. I don't have much knowledge on environmentalism but would certainly love to learn more. Any jobs that work in this field would be great.
I'm interested in health, but fuckkk working for the typical medical industry. I'm really interested in nutrition & have some base knowledge. I'm interested in teaching others about health & really building each other up.
I'm interested in community (but I suck at being with community :\ ). So like with environmentalism & really just about everything hear, I would /love/ to be able to spread & share knowledge from myself & others. I want to help build networks of information & tools & infrastructure that community can use & build up from.
I'm interested in herbalism, but unsure of what jobs I could seek with that. Gardening / sustainable agriculture.
I'm really interested in learning more about & implementing (at least in my own space) TEK (Traditional Ecological Knowledge).
I'm enjoy being / working outdoors. Working out in the field. Some sort of tour guide. Working to clean up National Parks.
I've considered getting some types of certifications that could allow me to do technology work that would allow me to work from home (allowing me to possibly be mobile). I don't know /squat/ about computers, but would learn. This isn't a passion of mine, but sometimes a job is just a job.
I'm interested in political education & (and again, sharing that information).
I used to want to be a teacher growing up. Or a social worker. Therapist. & really these are all options that I would still highly consider. I just really don't want to / have the means to be going back to school. At least full time.
I worked at a coffee shop during undergrad & really really enjoyed it actually. But the nearest coffee shop to me is 50 mins away & starbucks FT positions were only 20-30 hrs a week.
Working at a library seems /lovely/ but again, I don't have the means to be going back to school for it quite yet at least.
I'm just curious what jobs are out there. I can figure out how to get to that particular job, but I would just love to hear from anybody working in any related fields what jobs they know of. I haven't gotten very far w/ my own research & would like to hear from a diverse community on what they know/see.
Thank you to anyone who reads & responds.
Postscript: I may need to remake this post..
2023.06.07 21:05 No_Opinion_7185 Help me understand the curve because I’m stupid
If, hypothetically, the median for all classes is a 3.3, would I expect the median GPA of the entire class (all sections) to also be a 3.3? For some reason this isn’t working in my head. My school doesn’t provide rankings so I’m trying to figure out approximately where I fall.
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2023.06.07 21:04 shr3k1sl1f3 Questions
Hello, I have a school project that I am doing where I needed to pick a disease/disorder that I was interested in learning more about and interview someone that has it. I chose to write about HIV.
Here are the questions if anyone is willing to answer them for me:
How old are you? How long have you had HIV for? What signs and symptoms if any did you experience or do you experience to this day? What complications if any did or do you experience? What other medical conditions/disorders have you been diagnosed with? Do your other medical conditions have any effect on HIV? How does HIV affect your daily living/activities? (repeat hospitalizations, has to take a lot of meds, any activity restrictions, a lot of appointments) How does HIV affect the your outlook on life? (Feel like a burden to family, do they have good family support, feel hopeless, optimistic, good coping mechanisms?)
Thank you :)
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Here are the questions if anyone is willing to answer them for me:
How old are you? How long have you had HIV for? What signs and symptoms if any did you experience or do you experience to this day? What complications if any did or do you experience? What other medical conditions/disorders have you been diagnosed with? Do your other medical conditions have any effect on HIV? How does HIV affect your daily living/activities? (repeat hospitalizations, has to take a lot of meds, any activity restrictions, a lot of appointments) How does HIV affect the your outlook on life? (Feel like a burden to family, do they have good family support, feel hopeless, optimistic, good coping mechanisms?)
Thank you :)
2023.06.07 21:04 Puzzleheaded-Code475 How do I increase my chances at UBC from out of province?
I just finished my first year of community college with a 3.967 cGPA. I want to go to UBC med school as my first choice so I wanted to know how I can increase my chances. Is research required? If so, would economics research be ok (I am an economics major)? How many clinical hours should I have?
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2023.06.07 20:58 adamantane101 Bad Mental Health(Severe Depression and Anxiety) upon entering Medical School- What should I do?
In two months, I'll be entering Medical School as a first year. However, I've been struggling with severe depression/anxiety for more than a decade(10+ years). While I've been getting it treated for the last two years with a degree of improvement, it still has a large influence on my life.
Realistically speaking, it's very likely that depression/anxiety will be a major part of my medical school journey. To be frank, I don't know how to contend with this challenge. So far, I may have to forget getting into a more rigorous specialty like Neurology, Internal Medicine, or General Surgery given the heavy demands.
It all feels very disappointing. It was a huge uphill battle getting into medical school, and I need to be even more conservative going forward in picking my battles, since I cannot afford wrecking my mental health in trying to strive for greater results.
What are your thoughts.
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Realistically speaking, it's very likely that depression/anxiety will be a major part of my medical school journey. To be frank, I don't know how to contend with this challenge. So far, I may have to forget getting into a more rigorous specialty like Neurology, Internal Medicine, or General Surgery given the heavy demands.
It all feels very disappointing. It was a huge uphill battle getting into medical school, and I need to be even more conservative going forward in picking my battles, since I cannot afford wrecking my mental health in trying to strive for greater results.
What are your thoughts.
2023.06.07 20:57 PritchettRobert506 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in NC Hiring Now!
2023.06.07 20:56 AltruisticToe2284 lol a title?
i'm not sure how to reach out about this, but i know i need to write it and store it somewhere. i am tired. extremely tired. and i'm not talking about 'first thing in the morning' tired, no, i'm talking about a weight on my chest that won't allow me to do anything. i don't want to get up out of bed. i've been playing sick when it's really just me being too depressed to go to work. i'm on the verge of losing my job because of how bad it has been. i can't clean my room, there's dirty laundry everywhere, and honestly the only thing that makes me feel okay is smoking marijuana but i cannot be stoned 24/7 (i don't go to work high/work high. or drive high.) i barely eat, the days i am off i spend just laying in bed and not wanting to do anything. sleeping endlessly. when im at work, i try to do as little as possible to seem like i am being productive but i'm not actually doing anything. i just sit there, and constantly have this feeling that i don't want to exist anymore. i've never wanted to exist, and i just don't find pleasure in the things i used to do. i don't have any hobbies anymore, i don't play video games anymore, i barely even talk to the one person i'm seeing (long distance) because i just don't have the energy to. i rent my place with friends, and even with missing days i make sure my rent is paid, yeah, but with how much i miss due to this feeling what happens if i can't find another job? i'm failing college, mainly because i got a plagarism charge and gave up (it was because i forgot quotation marks, we're not getting into that) and i could of still passed (the sanction was merely a 0 on the paper.) but when it came to the other assignments i was just so sad and stuck that i didn't even do them, so i am failing with a low F and planning on taking a break. the thing is, i don't know if i will continue schooling. i don't want to do anything. i don't want to exist. like, what am i even to do in this situation? lol i'm on medication for bipolar disorder, among other things, and it doesn't do anything. therapy is just awful. i kept this pretty pg-13. i'm in a pretty dark place and it just sucks is all.
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2023.06.07 20:53 edkrz Profile Review: 26M / 3.1 GPA / 770 GMAT / canada / Consulting
Dream school would be Columbia but I would take any of the M7s + INSEAD
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- 770 GMAT
- 3.1 GPA
- 26 Ethnically Asian Male from Canada (Alberta), Canadian Citizen
- Education: Computer Science Undergrad background
- Work Experience: 4 years - Big 4 Consulting Manager - Data Analytics & Technology Strategy
- Extracurriculars - Board of Directors on 2 non-profits, volunteer member of professional symphony
2023.06.07 20:47 MathsForFun Asian Female (Rising senior) applying to comp sci in 2024 (USA)
I am technically a home student (Indiana).
GPA: 4.0 UW ( I do the Cambridge curriculum. All A*s in IGCSE with high PUM)
Weighted: Idk yet. But I do 5 A levels + 1 or 2 AS level (Most of the people do 3 A levels) + 5 APs (5, 5, 4, and guessing 5 and 5 on the 2023 exam).
Predicted grades: So I think I'll be predicted 4 A*s (I would have already done 1 a level by the time I apply) and a maybe B in eng 😭
Reco letters: I'll be getting it from my physics and cs teacher. Like a 9 or 10 / 10.
ACT and SAT: Prolly in a month or so.
My ecs and awards:
Extracurricular activities
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GPA: 4.0 UW ( I do the Cambridge curriculum. All A*s in IGCSE with high PUM)
Weighted: Idk yet. But I do 5 A levels + 1 or 2 AS level (Most of the people do 3 A levels) + 5 APs (5, 5, 4, and guessing 5 and 5 on the 2023 exam).
Predicted grades: So I think I'll be predicted 4 A*s (I would have already done 1 a level by the time I apply) and a maybe B in eng 😭
Reco letters: I'll be getting it from my physics and cs teacher. Like a 9 or 10 / 10.
ACT and SAT: Prolly in a month or so.
My ecs and awards:
Extracurricular activities
- Research paper about comp sci (AI)
- Robotics and automation Internship (Junior year)
- Co-founder of a company (technology company).
- Certifications (java, python, etc)
- Website developer
- Math club president (at my school) Junior and senior year
- Part of Math club, comp sci club, and football league at school
- Poetry and creative writing (8th grade to senior year)
- Content creator (Math (50+ videos) and Spanish)
- Research paper on Physics and maybe comp sci
- Comp sci certifications (already done python and will do maybe 2 to 3 more)
- Organise a math fest at school and Comp sci one too.
- Cambridge outstanding learners award for Additional math
- Cambridge outstanding learners award for Spanish
- Honourable mention in a ML and AI competition at (cannot mention school)
- Honourable mention in multiple writing competitions
- Winner of (companies name) idea pitch competition (8th grade).
- AP Scholar award (note: my school curriculum is Cambridge (UK) and no one except 1 or 2 folks take AP )
- Purdue
- Ivies (Reach)
- Stanford / MIT / Cal tech (Just applying for fun)
- UC s
- Some safety schools
2023.06.07 20:47 Amazing_Excuse_3860 I'm just trying to get my high school transcript to apply for college but it is unnecessarily difficult to do so
I applied for a semester long program at my local community college. However I need my high school transcript. Now, I do kind of have something like that (more on that later), but i assume it's not what they're looking for. I called the college and they told me to contact my old high school, so i did.
My old principal emails me back, telling me to fill out a profile on some website and email someone else if i have questions. So i make an account, but then of course they want the standard information of what my GPA was an ACT scores and such. The latter probably isn't too hard, i'm sure i have the papers with my score around somewhere, and if i don't, it's gotta be in a record somewhere, right?
No, the problem is with the GPA. See, I did not go to a traditional high school. It wasn't a special ed high school, it was just an alternative high school (think something along the lines of a Waldorf or Montessori school). My high school did not use the typical technique of memorizing facts and regurgitating them on tests. As such, my high school did not use a traditional grading system. I have no idea how that grading system is translated into a GPA.
Now, I do have this "portfolio" sort of thing, that proves that i got all they credits and did all the required projects. Thing is, i don't think i can plonk that giant ass binder on a desk alongside my high school diploma and ask the college to let me in. While they undoubtedly have had to deal with students from my high school before, my high school was incredibly small. My graduating class didn't even reach a full dozen. They probably only have to deal with about 6ish people from my high school a year, most of whom are fresh-out-of-school graduates who had help. Most of them are not 22 year olds who needed time to save money and figure out what the hell they wanted to do with their life before committing to a higher education.
Look, i know this is a first world problem, and all of this will be solved eventually. I just needed to vent, because there is no reason why i shouldn't just be able to send in my diploma and portfolio to get in. It is needlessly complicated and stressful.
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My old principal emails me back, telling me to fill out a profile on some website and email someone else if i have questions. So i make an account, but then of course they want the standard information of what my GPA was an ACT scores and such. The latter probably isn't too hard, i'm sure i have the papers with my score around somewhere, and if i don't, it's gotta be in a record somewhere, right?
No, the problem is with the GPA. See, I did not go to a traditional high school. It wasn't a special ed high school, it was just an alternative high school (think something along the lines of a Waldorf or Montessori school). My high school did not use the typical technique of memorizing facts and regurgitating them on tests. As such, my high school did not use a traditional grading system. I have no idea how that grading system is translated into a GPA.
Now, I do have this "portfolio" sort of thing, that proves that i got all they credits and did all the required projects. Thing is, i don't think i can plonk that giant ass binder on a desk alongside my high school diploma and ask the college to let me in. While they undoubtedly have had to deal with students from my high school before, my high school was incredibly small. My graduating class didn't even reach a full dozen. They probably only have to deal with about 6ish people from my high school a year, most of whom are fresh-out-of-school graduates who had help. Most of them are not 22 year olds who needed time to save money and figure out what the hell they wanted to do with their life before committing to a higher education.
Look, i know this is a first world problem, and all of this will be solved eventually. I just needed to vent, because there is no reason why i shouldn't just be able to send in my diploma and portfolio to get in. It is needlessly complicated and stressful.
2023.06.07 20:45 thrownawaz092 I don't THINK I'm an assassin? - Chapter 3 - Stalking the streets
As day turned to dusk, the reality of the situation Mike had found himself in was starting to dawn on him. It was already established he was in monster central, and in another world, and alone, and had no idea what was going on around him, but after the initial need of not getting spotted and probably mauled was satisfied, a whole new slew of problems were arrayed before him. Where would he eat? Drink? Sleep? If he injured himself, where could he get medical supplies? Where was he going? How could he get back home?
Could he get back home?
A stiff wind blew around him and stole the heat from his body, leaving him cold in an encroaching dark. 'How do I know I can even get back?' besides knowing it existed, Mike knew nothing about magic. He was fairly certain that kobold had sent him back the first time, but by the looks of it they had also summoned him in the first place. Something else pulled him in the second time, so there was a very real chance that he wouldn't be able to do anything. 'and of course, that all comes before the fact I have no idea how to find the little lizard.' Mike ducked into an alley to avoid some kind of flying fish as he considered his situation. Hopeless as it was, finding a needle in a haystack was the only option to present itself, so he reluctantly chose his only option.
Things hit an all time low as Michael sat under a bridge that would serve as his shelter for the night. Sure, there were plenty of haunted houses to choose from, but they all ran the risk of him being found by the monsters that lived in monster city. The bridge was a solid piece of work, being composed mostly of concrete and some kind of wood, and it passed over a wide river that was pretty turbulent for its size. Mike was suprised by the lack of metal, but it seemed to be holding up well enough so he let it go.
Slinging off his backpack, Michael decided to occupy himself by taking stock of his inventory and situation. Laying everything out, he had:
The gym clothes he was wearing, just a tee shirt and shorts. They were sweaty, dirty and didn't cover much
His regular clothes, thick jeans, another tee shirt and an over shirt
His phone, which had no service and 67% battery life. 'yeah, let's turn on airplane mode and the battery saver.' it wouldn't last long, but the calculator, flashlight, stopwatch, notepad and compass tools could all be useful.
Earphones, 'ha! I downloaded all my songs and can listen to them forever if I find a charger! Suck on that Spotify elitists!'
Shoes, nothing special about them
A bag of chocolates that monsters think they're too good for
An almost empty water bottle. 'pro tip, if you're lost in the desert, conserve sweat, not water.' Remembering that bit of survival trivia, he downed the last few gulps.
His pocket knife, score! The salesman had told him this thing could withstand his own weight on the blade, and Mike had really put it through its paces to confirm that claim. It was also a swiss army knife and had several tools in it, even a firestarter! That alone tripled his chances out here.
His wallet, full of useless bills, coins and cards
A gym membership, also useless
Ankle and wrist weights, with detachable pieces of metal to change the weight. 'Should I keep these on or off?' On one hand, he would like to be as physically capable as possible for whatever was coming, and the constant work out would only help with that, but on the other, they would slow him down and tire him out. Not good without a food source. He took them off for now.
And a gym bag, which is always good to have.
The first thing Mike did was change back onto his normal clothes. They would keep him a little warmer and weren't so smelly, which would be good for werewolves that might sniff him out. Walking down to the river, it seemed clear, so he filled his bottle - he could always not drink it later - and began washing the gym clothes.
As he scrubbed his mind moved onto the situation he was in. Another world, monsters, magic and local superpowers are all established. Judging by the state of things, that being the ruins and monsters, this was probably once a thriving nation that had since been overrun and was now populated with the monsters that did so. The biggest concern that came out of that was that this clearly hadn't been a medieval society. True, just about everything was alien to him but he could recognize a TV screen or a car, this place was just as if not more advanced than earth, and they still got wiped out by monsters.
As Mike started wringing out his shorts, his introspection was interrupted when he heard voices overhead. He immediately stopped and turned his head up. It was getting dark by now and whatever was above him had a light, he couldn't understand what the two, no three voices were saying, but he didn't like the tone or the fact that the light source seemed to be getting closer to the side of the bridge. He tensed, and slowly put his sopping clothes into his bag as quietly as he could.
With a loud grunt, whoever has the light jumped over the edge of the bridge, still out of view behind a support but that was as close as he was willing to get. Mike took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the ravine the bridge crossed. The ones still on the bridge pulled out another light and called out to the one on the ground, who growled a response back. 'crap, crap, crap!' rang through Mike's head as he put on more speed, the sounds of pursuit not far behind. Between the weights and wet clothes, Michael was worried he might have to ditch his bag again, but it wasn't weighing him down nearly as much as the thought it should. 'just wish adrenaline would come this easy at the gym!' he was making good speed all things considered and was glad to hear his pursuer falling behind.
His hopes of escape were shattered however as one of them proved able to fly, because he heard a screech overhead and saw a silhouette giving away his position! Come on, that's not fair! He had to lose the little cheater and soon, otherwise the others could just run him down at their leisure! Mike turned, slipping on the grassy turf as he aimed to go back in the city. If the universe would just throw him a bone for once, there wouldn't be many other monsters, and he could shake these jerks.
He ducked into an alley, left onto a street before swinging behind some buildings again. Looking up he could still see that cheeky little spy plane was still on him, and from the sounds of the voices, the ones on foot were taking a direct route instead of weaving around, they were closing in. Thanking the universe for actually not putting other monsters in his way, Mike ducked into another alley and saw what he was looking for; a dumpster (he assumed) right under an open window. The only issue was the chain link fence between him and it. 'Really though, who sets up a fence right in an alley like this?' another call from above reminded him of his situation. 'right, deal with it now, ponder neighbors who probably hated each other later.' despite his dismay at the obstacle, he practically leapt over the fence, which was at least 6 feet tall. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug, but there was no way he could do that!
He mentally stored that away as well as he hopped on the dumpster and into the window, waited a couple seconds and hopped back out. He couldn't see the spy anymore which meant they couldn't see him either. He just managed to crawl down a basement window of a building on the other side of the alley before his pursuers burst into the alley as well.
Watching through the window, Michael finally got a good look at the one on foot. That was a big guy, like 8 feet tall and built like a truck kind of big. He was the one with the light in his hand, a glowing ball that floated in his palm, and it cast a rather terrifying shadow over his crocodilian face. He was a crocodile man, no other way about it. Thick tail, heavy green scales that are more yellow on the underside, whatever you're imagining is probably right. The teeth didn't look too sharp but they made up for that in size and number. Besides, if he was anything like earth crocs he had enough bite force to make gums probably work.
Mike was thanking his lucky stars he hadn't been caught when suddenly a second head popped out from behind the first, and he realized the croc had a bucket strapped to his back with something poking out of it. After a bit of chatter, a second creature slithered out of the bucket and onto the ground. It was... Strange to say the least.
The creature stood at four feet tall, and was clearly an aquatic being, being covered in fins from head to toe to tail, along with burgundy scales so small he might've mistaken them for skin. Looking at its head it was decidedly a moray, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and an eels... Tail? Body? Let's say tail, coming out of the back of its head. Or would it be a humanoid body coming out of the moray's neck? 'This thing is weird to look at! Why do you need two bodies!?' Michael mentally screamed at the merfolk. He was just getting a grip on his mental image of it when the merfolk threw a wrench into his poor brains attempt to understand it, by flying. Well ok it wasn't flying flying, but with a little hop and spreading its wing-like fins it was able to glide along while hardly touching the ground. 'well this just keeps getting less and less fair.'
A call from above, undoubtedly from their flier, probably told Mr. Crocodile that Mike was in the building that he double backed out of, because his made some growling sounds of their own before he and the merfolk entered in through the window. Mike released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding and took a look around the room he was in. It was dark in here, with only a bit of light coming from the twilight of a single window, but he could see place was almost empty, with little more than the occasional rug or bit of furniture that had been strewn about and a bit of debris by the stairs.
Seeing his way out, he ran to the stairs before noticing that there was more debris in the way than he saw in the dark. Turning on the flashlight on his phone, his hopes were dashed as he saw that the upper floor had caved in, blocking his access out. He hadn't seen the flier come down to enter the other building, so they were most likely keeping overwatch in case he tried to give them the slip, which he already kinda had, but he needed to make the same trick to work twice, and that always goes well.
Peeking out the window, Mike caught sight of what he assumed to be the flier making rounds overhead. There were only a few seconds on the far side that line of sight was broken, not enough time to run, but there were other hiding spots. Taking a chance, Mike crawled back out of the window as soon as the flier was out of sight and hopped into the confirmed dumpster. It was around now that he realized he didn't exactly have a plan, and his situation wasn't exactly improved either. 'I'm just making sure that I'm not cornered in case they find me. Yeah that's it!' now he had a plan, and his situation had improved too! Sort of, stop asking questions. A few seconds later he was out and under a shutter, and on the next loop he was out of the alley.
Turns out, it's not that easy. Mike had thought he was safe, after rounding a corner he ran until he was sure he'd lost them, only to hear more footsteps from behind. The flier must have seen him and Mr Croc was in pursuit again, at least Mike had enough of a lead he couldn't see them yet. Testing a theory, Mike found a balcony and jumped for it. Yep! Lower gravity was confirmed as he made it nearly two meters off the ground! He also undershot it and smacked his head on the underside of the balcony, eliciting a (hopefully) dignified shriek, ruining the momentous occasion. Still, he was able to hit the ground running and made for another escape.
It had not taken long for a pattern to establish, Mike would hide and lose pursuit only to be spotted by the flier as soon as he got any distance. His best bet was, somehow, to stay close, under the radar so to speak and lead them away. He wasn't sure how they always knew what direction he was in, considering how well he kept out of sight, until he saw Mr. Croc kneel down and sniff a footprint. Ahh, they were tracking him.
That might actually be a blessing in disguise, because they were moving from an abandoned looking residential area to an industrial complex that was more populated, seeing a bit of foot traffic and lights in windows. He just might be able to lose them in there. Mike had a bit of a laugh at the fact that monsters were living on a jobsite when there were some perfectly fine - ok dilapidated, but so is everything else - houses a few streets over. He snapped his attention back to the situation at hand, he was still being chased after all, and now he planned on escaping by walking through Monster City night life. 'how did I let this become my best option?' there was nothing for it though, he just had to hope he could still keep out of sight.
After a couple close calls where Mike had turned a corner only to see a wall or monsters that somehow hadn't noticed him, he got enough of a lead that he could try hiding. Finding a road with hundreds of footprints up and down it, he backtracked a few meters before diving behind a couple pipes that were sticking out of a building.
Mr. Croc showed up not long after with the eel in tow, and signed the flier to come down. He could finally see that dirty little spy plane! It was a... Moth! 3 feet tall with big black eyes, droopy antennae and some soft looking fluff on its head and body, Mike would have thought it adorable if it hadn't been snitching on him!
Being unfamiliar with monsterese, Mike had no idea what was being said, but the body language made it clear they were arguing. It actually looked like a parent scolding their children, with Mr. Croc being 8 feet tall while the others were in the 3-4 foot range. That didn't stop fire being flung both ways as the small pair clearly gave the kind of back talk that would have gotten the taste slapped out of Michael's mouth if he tried it on his dad. With someone saying something the conversation suddenly came to an end with Mr. Croc spitting on the ground and turning away. He fiddled with a latch on his chest and the bucket on his back came loose, hitting the eel on the head and soaking it, undoubtedly on purpose. With a few snide remarks the three went their ways, leaving Mike gracefully alone.
...In the middle of monster city.
Why did the universe insist on not improving the situation? 'Ok that wasn't fair universe, you're trying very hard, and I appreciate you getting me out of that.'
Karmatic retribution for his insolent thoughts hopefully averted, Mike got moving again.
.
Much to his own chagrin and with a hint of irony, Mike found himself tailing Mr Croc. Looking back it was ridiculous that nobody had noticed him running through the streets but he was found squatting under a bridge. Mr. Croc clearly had a reputation of some kind, because people seemed to avoid him like the plague. When Mike tried to backtrack he found himself relatively surrounded by monsters compared to the empty streets he was chased through, and he ended up finding sanctuary in the invisible bubble of Mr. Croc's presence, causing no end of irritation on Mike's end.
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After nearly an hour of following, Michael's blood was boiling. Maybe because it was due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was due to being chased for hours for no reason, maybe it was due to being forced to hang around his least favourite semi-aquatic reptile. Or maybe it was because he was witnessing a mugging.
While sneaking along behind his quary, Mike did his best to hang back aways and keep an eye out for an escape route. They were still in the industrial complex, but must have been leaving the populated area, judging by the fact that fewer and fewer monsters were coming out after the crocodile had passed. Michael was just about ready to finally get away from him when he spotted someone walking in their direction, clearly having missed the memo to stay away.
The Croc was on them in a flash and the old bird -that's not an insult, she had feathers and a beak- tried to run but didn't get more than a couple steps away before the Croc had gotten a hold of her. Michael watched from the shadows as the bird lady was shaken, growled at and nearly had her head taken off by the snapping maw of an Egyptian god who had a chip on his shoulder. She was panicked, trying to run and begging, but the actual monster had her arm in a firm grip, and with his other hand he grabbed a pouch of some kind of the lady before shoving her onto the ground and walking away like nothing happened.
Michael was fuming. All that just to snatch a purse!? This thug who had chased him all throughout town, acted like he owned the place, who could probably rip Mike in half, did all that over a freaking handbag! His anger froze cold as the victim slowly picked herself up. Now that she wasn't being actively assaulted he could see she really was an old bird, with patches of feathers, wrinkles, generally frail looking, he was looking at someone's grandmother! And that crocodile... No, he would not get away with this!
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Michael's anger had been subdued by the realization of what he was doing, now tailing the 8-foot lizard man a lot closer than before and armed with a pocket knife, one that felt a lot smaller in his hand as he realized what he was doing, he wasn't sure how to actually do this. The bastard deserved what was coming, but after cooling off Mike knew rushing in was a bad idea. Luckily this industrial complex, or whatever it was, was packed with rails, pipes, and other things so tightly there was practically a second road overhead. Mike's plan, if you could call it that, was to jump down onto the guy and take him out before he even knew what was happening.
Michael barely made a sound as he went up and over, stopping only when his target looked around. It seemed he could tell something was off, but wasn't ready to act on the feeling just yet, which wasn't the kind of opportunity that Mike was one to waste. He dropped, silent as a shadow.
The crocodile may have been 8 feet tall, built like a brick and was in a lower gravity setting, but the simple fact was that he wasn't ready for someone to suddenly land on his neck. He went down like a sack of potatoes with Mike clinging on, the tumble having left him momentarily disoriented. Still, he quickly righted himself, this needed to end fast, or it would turn into an actual fight where he would have the disadvantage. Wrapped around the monster's head Michael brought the knife to its neck and... Hesitated. Mike had been in fights before, but those were scuffles in the school yard, now he was about to kill. He knew his opponent deserved nothing less, but that seemed to fade in the face of taking a life. It was enough to take the fire out of him.
And so, instead of pushing the blade into his windpipe he only pressed it to the Crocs neck instead. "Alright listen up you big bastard," but the big bastard did not listen up, a fact made clear when a large hand grabbed and threw him off. Mike rolled as he landed and quickly got his feet back under him, knife luckily still in hand. The croc slowly stood up, cracking his neck as he did so before speaking. "Ev'uoy tsuj edam ym yad." It said with a toothy grin. Mike just glared from his crouched position. 'different language, nice to know I wasted my time!' kind of obvious in retrospect, but there's nothing for it now. Mike kept low to the ground, with a two foot difference in height he wouldn't even try to match his opponent in strength or reach, so he opted to keep low.
The Croc tensed for a moment before lunging at Mike, maw open and ready to swallow him whole. Mike lunged himself, keeping low to the ground and barely ducked under the attack and swiped at the exposed neck. He didn't expect to land the hit, but his opponent was taken off guard by his offence and didn't quite pull back fast enough, taking a superficial cut below the chin. Shock flashed in the croc's eyes and he lept back, lashing out with claws to keep Mike at bay. Unfortunately for him, Michael knew that playing fair was for suckers, and that you kick opponents when they're down, so he didn't let up. He was moving forward before the Croc had even landed, stayed below the counter and was in his guard again.
This time he didn't hesitate, and plunged his knife in the croc's side eliciting a shocked gasp from the titan and, keeping his momentum, moved just beside his opponent's shoulder before jumping just a little higher than intended and striking again. Still reeling from the first stab, the croc had only managed to make eye contact as Michael's knife sought his throat again, and this time did not stop. Michael landed on his feet as the croc sunk to his knees, blood leaking freely from his neck as he tried to stop the bleeding with his bare hands but it was already done. The crocodile was dead before he hit the ground, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
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That purse wasn't the only property Mr. Croc had appropriated, as Michael found plenty of interesting things on his person. His things now, as he had no way of returning them. Despite the haul, his mind was elsewhere as he walked.
That guy did not know how to fight, probably used to just intimidating people around him. When an actual fight came he was honestly kinda sluggish, and didn't even think to use magic or the shiv that was in his pocket. Even so, that was a dumb thing to do. What was he thinking, attacking someone like that? What if he had known what he was doing!? Mike could not afford these kinds of mistakes in a survival situation, even if he did get lucky, even if he somehow got out unscathed! You just don't rely on that happening, and Michael resolved to remember that in the future.
Finding a good spot, he set the purse down in the middle of a road and retreated to a hiding place. Soon enough the bird lady passed by even slower than before, the only reason Mike got ahead of her was because she was slowly limping along. Seeing that made his hatred flare up again, but his anger faded away as with a shocked look, the bird lady found the purse, looked inside and sagged with visible relief before looking around suspiciously and continuing with just a bit more pep in her step. 'Well,' Mike thought, 'maybe that wasn't such a dumb move after all.'
____________________________________________________Author's note
Alright part 3 is out! Hope y'all enjoy.
In case anyone had missed it, large portions of Reddit will be going dark in protest of the removal of third party software on June 12th. I had originally planned to join the protest, but then I read the HFY 's official take on the matter (remaining neutral to act as an escape from stressful situations like this) and decided that's worthwhile. As such I will continue posting but otherwise will be off of Reddit in protest.
The first shall be previous and the next shall be in a week or so.
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Could he get back home?
A stiff wind blew around him and stole the heat from his body, leaving him cold in an encroaching dark. 'How do I know I can even get back?' besides knowing it existed, Mike knew nothing about magic. He was fairly certain that kobold had sent him back the first time, but by the looks of it they had also summoned him in the first place. Something else pulled him in the second time, so there was a very real chance that he wouldn't be able to do anything. 'and of course, that all comes before the fact I have no idea how to find the little lizard.' Mike ducked into an alley to avoid some kind of flying fish as he considered his situation. Hopeless as it was, finding a needle in a haystack was the only option to present itself, so he reluctantly chose his only option.
Things hit an all time low as Michael sat under a bridge that would serve as his shelter for the night. Sure, there were plenty of haunted houses to choose from, but they all ran the risk of him being found by the monsters that lived in monster city. The bridge was a solid piece of work, being composed mostly of concrete and some kind of wood, and it passed over a wide river that was pretty turbulent for its size. Mike was suprised by the lack of metal, but it seemed to be holding up well enough so he let it go.
Slinging off his backpack, Michael decided to occupy himself by taking stock of his inventory and situation. Laying everything out, he had:
The gym clothes he was wearing, just a tee shirt and shorts. They were sweaty, dirty and didn't cover much
His regular clothes, thick jeans, another tee shirt and an over shirt
His phone, which had no service and 67% battery life. 'yeah, let's turn on airplane mode and the battery saver.' it wouldn't last long, but the calculator, flashlight, stopwatch, notepad and compass tools could all be useful.
Earphones, 'ha! I downloaded all my songs and can listen to them forever if I find a charger! Suck on that Spotify elitists!'
Shoes, nothing special about them
A bag of chocolates that monsters think they're too good for
An almost empty water bottle. 'pro tip, if you're lost in the desert, conserve sweat, not water.' Remembering that bit of survival trivia, he downed the last few gulps.
His pocket knife, score! The salesman had told him this thing could withstand his own weight on the blade, and Mike had really put it through its paces to confirm that claim. It was also a swiss army knife and had several tools in it, even a firestarter! That alone tripled his chances out here.
His wallet, full of useless bills, coins and cards
A gym membership, also useless
Ankle and wrist weights, with detachable pieces of metal to change the weight. 'Should I keep these on or off?' On one hand, he would like to be as physically capable as possible for whatever was coming, and the constant work out would only help with that, but on the other, they would slow him down and tire him out. Not good without a food source. He took them off for now.
And a gym bag, which is always good to have.
The first thing Mike did was change back onto his normal clothes. They would keep him a little warmer and weren't so smelly, which would be good for werewolves that might sniff him out. Walking down to the river, it seemed clear, so he filled his bottle - he could always not drink it later - and began washing the gym clothes.
As he scrubbed his mind moved onto the situation he was in. Another world, monsters, magic and local superpowers are all established. Judging by the state of things, that being the ruins and monsters, this was probably once a thriving nation that had since been overrun and was now populated with the monsters that did so. The biggest concern that came out of that was that this clearly hadn't been a medieval society. True, just about everything was alien to him but he could recognize a TV screen or a car, this place was just as if not more advanced than earth, and they still got wiped out by monsters.
As Mike started wringing out his shorts, his introspection was interrupted when he heard voices overhead. He immediately stopped and turned his head up. It was getting dark by now and whatever was above him had a light, he couldn't understand what the two, no three voices were saying, but he didn't like the tone or the fact that the light source seemed to be getting closer to the side of the bridge. He tensed, and slowly put his sopping clothes into his bag as quietly as he could.
With a loud grunt, whoever has the light jumped over the edge of the bridge, still out of view behind a support but that was as close as he was willing to get. Mike took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the ravine the bridge crossed. The ones still on the bridge pulled out another light and called out to the one on the ground, who growled a response back. 'crap, crap, crap!' rang through Mike's head as he put on more speed, the sounds of pursuit not far behind. Between the weights and wet clothes, Michael was worried he might have to ditch his bag again, but it wasn't weighing him down nearly as much as the thought it should. 'just wish adrenaline would come this easy at the gym!' he was making good speed all things considered and was glad to hear his pursuer falling behind.
His hopes of escape were shattered however as one of them proved able to fly, because he heard a screech overhead and saw a silhouette giving away his position! Come on, that's not fair! He had to lose the little cheater and soon, otherwise the others could just run him down at their leisure! Mike turned, slipping on the grassy turf as he aimed to go back in the city. If the universe would just throw him a bone for once, there wouldn't be many other monsters, and he could shake these jerks.
He ducked into an alley, left onto a street before swinging behind some buildings again. Looking up he could still see that cheeky little spy plane was still on him, and from the sounds of the voices, the ones on foot were taking a direct route instead of weaving around, they were closing in. Thanking the universe for actually not putting other monsters in his way, Mike ducked into another alley and saw what he was looking for; a dumpster (he assumed) right under an open window. The only issue was the chain link fence between him and it. 'Really though, who sets up a fence right in an alley like this?' another call from above reminded him of his situation. 'right, deal with it now, ponder neighbors who probably hated each other later.' despite his dismay at the obstacle, he practically leapt over the fence, which was at least 6 feet tall. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug, but there was no way he could do that!
He mentally stored that away as well as he hopped on the dumpster and into the window, waited a couple seconds and hopped back out. He couldn't see the spy anymore which meant they couldn't see him either. He just managed to crawl down a basement window of a building on the other side of the alley before his pursuers burst into the alley as well.
Watching through the window, Michael finally got a good look at the one on foot. That was a big guy, like 8 feet tall and built like a truck kind of big. He was the one with the light in his hand, a glowing ball that floated in his palm, and it cast a rather terrifying shadow over his crocodilian face. He was a crocodile man, no other way about it. Thick tail, heavy green scales that are more yellow on the underside, whatever you're imagining is probably right. The teeth didn't look too sharp but they made up for that in size and number. Besides, if he was anything like earth crocs he had enough bite force to make gums probably work.
Mike was thanking his lucky stars he hadn't been caught when suddenly a second head popped out from behind the first, and he realized the croc had a bucket strapped to his back with something poking out of it. After a bit of chatter, a second creature slithered out of the bucket and onto the ground. It was... Strange to say the least.
The creature stood at four feet tall, and was clearly an aquatic being, being covered in fins from head to toe to tail, along with burgundy scales so small he might've mistaken them for skin. Looking at its head it was decidedly a moray, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and an eels... Tail? Body? Let's say tail, coming out of the back of its head. Or would it be a humanoid body coming out of the moray's neck? 'This thing is weird to look at! Why do you need two bodies!?' Michael mentally screamed at the merfolk. He was just getting a grip on his mental image of it when the merfolk threw a wrench into his poor brains attempt to understand it, by flying. Well ok it wasn't flying flying, but with a little hop and spreading its wing-like fins it was able to glide along while hardly touching the ground. 'well this just keeps getting less and less fair.'
A call from above, undoubtedly from their flier, probably told Mr. Crocodile that Mike was in the building that he double backed out of, because his made some growling sounds of their own before he and the merfolk entered in through the window. Mike released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding and took a look around the room he was in. It was dark in here, with only a bit of light coming from the twilight of a single window, but he could see place was almost empty, with little more than the occasional rug or bit of furniture that had been strewn about and a bit of debris by the stairs.
Seeing his way out, he ran to the stairs before noticing that there was more debris in the way than he saw in the dark. Turning on the flashlight on his phone, his hopes were dashed as he saw that the upper floor had caved in, blocking his access out. He hadn't seen the flier come down to enter the other building, so they were most likely keeping overwatch in case he tried to give them the slip, which he already kinda had, but he needed to make the same trick to work twice, and that always goes well.
Peeking out the window, Mike caught sight of what he assumed to be the flier making rounds overhead. There were only a few seconds on the far side that line of sight was broken, not enough time to run, but there were other hiding spots. Taking a chance, Mike crawled back out of the window as soon as the flier was out of sight and hopped into the confirmed dumpster. It was around now that he realized he didn't exactly have a plan, and his situation wasn't exactly improved either. 'I'm just making sure that I'm not cornered in case they find me. Yeah that's it!' now he had a plan, and his situation had improved too! Sort of, stop asking questions. A few seconds later he was out and under a shutter, and on the next loop he was out of the alley.
Turns out, it's not that easy. Mike had thought he was safe, after rounding a corner he ran until he was sure he'd lost them, only to hear more footsteps from behind. The flier must have seen him and Mr Croc was in pursuit again, at least Mike had enough of a lead he couldn't see them yet. Testing a theory, Mike found a balcony and jumped for it. Yep! Lower gravity was confirmed as he made it nearly two meters off the ground! He also undershot it and smacked his head on the underside of the balcony, eliciting a (hopefully) dignified shriek, ruining the momentous occasion. Still, he was able to hit the ground running and made for another escape.
It had not taken long for a pattern to establish, Mike would hide and lose pursuit only to be spotted by the flier as soon as he got any distance. His best bet was, somehow, to stay close, under the radar so to speak and lead them away. He wasn't sure how they always knew what direction he was in, considering how well he kept out of sight, until he saw Mr. Croc kneel down and sniff a footprint. Ahh, they were tracking him.
That might actually be a blessing in disguise, because they were moving from an abandoned looking residential area to an industrial complex that was more populated, seeing a bit of foot traffic and lights in windows. He just might be able to lose them in there. Mike had a bit of a laugh at the fact that monsters were living on a jobsite when there were some perfectly fine - ok dilapidated, but so is everything else - houses a few streets over. He snapped his attention back to the situation at hand, he was still being chased after all, and now he planned on escaping by walking through Monster City night life. 'how did I let this become my best option?' there was nothing for it though, he just had to hope he could still keep out of sight.
After a couple close calls where Mike had turned a corner only to see a wall or monsters that somehow hadn't noticed him, he got enough of a lead that he could try hiding. Finding a road with hundreds of footprints up and down it, he backtracked a few meters before diving behind a couple pipes that were sticking out of a building.
Mr. Croc showed up not long after with the eel in tow, and signed the flier to come down. He could finally see that dirty little spy plane! It was a... Moth! 3 feet tall with big black eyes, droopy antennae and some soft looking fluff on its head and body, Mike would have thought it adorable if it hadn't been snitching on him!
Being unfamiliar with monsterese, Mike had no idea what was being said, but the body language made it clear they were arguing. It actually looked like a parent scolding their children, with Mr. Croc being 8 feet tall while the others were in the 3-4 foot range. That didn't stop fire being flung both ways as the small pair clearly gave the kind of back talk that would have gotten the taste slapped out of Michael's mouth if he tried it on his dad. With someone saying something the conversation suddenly came to an end with Mr. Croc spitting on the ground and turning away. He fiddled with a latch on his chest and the bucket on his back came loose, hitting the eel on the head and soaking it, undoubtedly on purpose. With a few snide remarks the three went their ways, leaving Mike gracefully alone.
...In the middle of monster city.
Why did the universe insist on not improving the situation? 'Ok that wasn't fair universe, you're trying very hard, and I appreciate you getting me out of that.'
Karmatic retribution for his insolent thoughts hopefully averted, Mike got moving again.
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Much to his own chagrin and with a hint of irony, Mike found himself tailing Mr Croc. Looking back it was ridiculous that nobody had noticed him running through the streets but he was found squatting under a bridge. Mr. Croc clearly had a reputation of some kind, because people seemed to avoid him like the plague. When Mike tried to backtrack he found himself relatively surrounded by monsters compared to the empty streets he was chased through, and he ended up finding sanctuary in the invisible bubble of Mr. Croc's presence, causing no end of irritation on Mike's end.
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After nearly an hour of following, Michael's blood was boiling. Maybe because it was due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was due to being chased for hours for no reason, maybe it was due to being forced to hang around his least favourite semi-aquatic reptile. Or maybe it was because he was witnessing a mugging.
While sneaking along behind his quary, Mike did his best to hang back aways and keep an eye out for an escape route. They were still in the industrial complex, but must have been leaving the populated area, judging by the fact that fewer and fewer monsters were coming out after the crocodile had passed. Michael was just about ready to finally get away from him when he spotted someone walking in their direction, clearly having missed the memo to stay away.
The Croc was on them in a flash and the old bird -that's not an insult, she had feathers and a beak- tried to run but didn't get more than a couple steps away before the Croc had gotten a hold of her. Michael watched from the shadows as the bird lady was shaken, growled at and nearly had her head taken off by the snapping maw of an Egyptian god who had a chip on his shoulder. She was panicked, trying to run and begging, but the actual monster had her arm in a firm grip, and with his other hand he grabbed a pouch of some kind of the lady before shoving her onto the ground and walking away like nothing happened.
Michael was fuming. All that just to snatch a purse!? This thug who had chased him all throughout town, acted like he owned the place, who could probably rip Mike in half, did all that over a freaking handbag! His anger froze cold as the victim slowly picked herself up. Now that she wasn't being actively assaulted he could see she really was an old bird, with patches of feathers, wrinkles, generally frail looking, he was looking at someone's grandmother! And that crocodile... No, he would not get away with this!
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Michael's anger had been subdued by the realization of what he was doing, now tailing the 8-foot lizard man a lot closer than before and armed with a pocket knife, one that felt a lot smaller in his hand as he realized what he was doing, he wasn't sure how to actually do this. The bastard deserved what was coming, but after cooling off Mike knew rushing in was a bad idea. Luckily this industrial complex, or whatever it was, was packed with rails, pipes, and other things so tightly there was practically a second road overhead. Mike's plan, if you could call it that, was to jump down onto the guy and take him out before he even knew what was happening.
Michael barely made a sound as he went up and over, stopping only when his target looked around. It seemed he could tell something was off, but wasn't ready to act on the feeling just yet, which wasn't the kind of opportunity that Mike was one to waste. He dropped, silent as a shadow.
The crocodile may have been 8 feet tall, built like a brick and was in a lower gravity setting, but the simple fact was that he wasn't ready for someone to suddenly land on his neck. He went down like a sack of potatoes with Mike clinging on, the tumble having left him momentarily disoriented. Still, he quickly righted himself, this needed to end fast, or it would turn into an actual fight where he would have the disadvantage. Wrapped around the monster's head Michael brought the knife to its neck and... Hesitated. Mike had been in fights before, but those were scuffles in the school yard, now he was about to kill. He knew his opponent deserved nothing less, but that seemed to fade in the face of taking a life. It was enough to take the fire out of him.
And so, instead of pushing the blade into his windpipe he only pressed it to the Crocs neck instead. "Alright listen up you big bastard," but the big bastard did not listen up, a fact made clear when a large hand grabbed and threw him off. Mike rolled as he landed and quickly got his feet back under him, knife luckily still in hand. The croc slowly stood up, cracking his neck as he did so before speaking. "Ev'uoy tsuj edam ym yad." It said with a toothy grin. Mike just glared from his crouched position. 'different language, nice to know I wasted my time!' kind of obvious in retrospect, but there's nothing for it now. Mike kept low to the ground, with a two foot difference in height he wouldn't even try to match his opponent in strength or reach, so he opted to keep low.
The Croc tensed for a moment before lunging at Mike, maw open and ready to swallow him whole. Mike lunged himself, keeping low to the ground and barely ducked under the attack and swiped at the exposed neck. He didn't expect to land the hit, but his opponent was taken off guard by his offence and didn't quite pull back fast enough, taking a superficial cut below the chin. Shock flashed in the croc's eyes and he lept back, lashing out with claws to keep Mike at bay. Unfortunately for him, Michael knew that playing fair was for suckers, and that you kick opponents when they're down, so he didn't let up. He was moving forward before the Croc had even landed, stayed below the counter and was in his guard again.
This time he didn't hesitate, and plunged his knife in the croc's side eliciting a shocked gasp from the titan and, keeping his momentum, moved just beside his opponent's shoulder before jumping just a little higher than intended and striking again. Still reeling from the first stab, the croc had only managed to make eye contact as Michael's knife sought his throat again, and this time did not stop. Michael landed on his feet as the croc sunk to his knees, blood leaking freely from his neck as he tried to stop the bleeding with his bare hands but it was already done. The crocodile was dead before he hit the ground, and Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
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That purse wasn't the only property Mr. Croc had appropriated, as Michael found plenty of interesting things on his person. His things now, as he had no way of returning them. Despite the haul, his mind was elsewhere as he walked.
That guy did not know how to fight, probably used to just intimidating people around him. When an actual fight came he was honestly kinda sluggish, and didn't even think to use magic or the shiv that was in his pocket. Even so, that was a dumb thing to do. What was he thinking, attacking someone like that? What if he had known what he was doing!? Mike could not afford these kinds of mistakes in a survival situation, even if he did get lucky, even if he somehow got out unscathed! You just don't rely on that happening, and Michael resolved to remember that in the future.
Finding a good spot, he set the purse down in the middle of a road and retreated to a hiding place. Soon enough the bird lady passed by even slower than before, the only reason Mike got ahead of her was because she was slowly limping along. Seeing that made his hatred flare up again, but his anger faded away as with a shocked look, the bird lady found the purse, looked inside and sagged with visible relief before looking around suspiciously and continuing with just a bit more pep in her step. 'Well,' Mike thought, 'maybe that wasn't such a dumb move after all.'
____________________________________________________Author's note
Alright part 3 is out! Hope y'all enjoy.
In case anyone had missed it, large portions of Reddit will be going dark in protest of the removal of third party software on June 12th. I had originally planned to join the protest, but then I read the HFY 's official take on the matter (remaining neutral to act as an escape from stressful situations like this) and decided that's worthwhile. As such I will continue posting but otherwise will be off of Reddit in protest.
The first shall be previous and the next shall be in a week or so.
2023.06.07 20:42 Mermaid_Maiden_16 My mom stole from me: AITA
Hello! This is my first time posting on here so if I did it wrong, I’m sorry!
I’m a 26 year old female incapacitated adult. I have mild cerebral palsy, blind in left eye, deaf in my right ear. I had leukemia from the ages of 4-7. Due to my disabilities and medical issues, I cannot work for more than 6 hours and I can’t drive. I sound completely different on paper than I do in person. I’m very high functioning and everyone who first meets me thinks I’m normal. I am also a domestic abuse survivor. My father is/was a narcissist. My mom and I left 5 years ago. She and I love with my grandparents because the divorce has gone on for 5 years. My mom has always been like a best friend to me and my advocate for medical stuff. She is also an RN and works at a hospital as an SICU nurse. I’ve battled with depression and anxiety since my childhood-preteen years. I was bullied at school and then bullied at home. I ruined my father’s life. (I was conceived before they married). I’ve had happy moments here and there but I wouldn’t be the first to say my life is a suck fest.
Recently, I had to have surgery to remove my tubes because if I ever were to get pregnant I’d be forced to abort the baby. I didn’t want to have to face that decision someday. (I do believe abortion is ok in certain cases. ) I just personally don’t think I could go through with it.
I’ve wanted marriage and babies since I was a little girl. My depression has been the worst it’s been in a long time because of the surgery. I’m LDS, and they place heavy emphasis on women’s job being able to birth babies and raise them to “build Israel”. I’m in no way blaming the church for anything. But I haven’t dated in 3 years and I already don’t have much to offer a future partner because of my disabilities and medical issues. On top of that, I’m now sterile! No LDS guy is going to want to be with me.
NOW ONTO THE ISSUE AT HAND: I’ve been campaigning for years for my doctor to prescribe me a weight loss medication. I tend to eat and eat all day long. I am overweight. I wanted to exercise and use the pill to make me not so hungry. My pills I have to take to actually live also make me gain weight.
Yesterday my mom and grandma ganged up on me and told me they went into the room I’m currently occupying (my grandparents refuse any kind of rent money) without my knowledge and took my prescriptions that have MY name on it because they say my depression had “worsened”. B*llshit. I got really angry at her because she went behind my back and did this. She said “see you’re freaking out. Which is why I didn’t tell you ahead of time.” I’m SO LIVID. And she’s trying to spin this on me and say it’s all my fault. And how I’ve hurt her and blah blah blah. She refuses to acknowledge how she’s making me feel.
I did not use any violence against her. I never touch her unless she hurts me first. I tried to leave the conversation because I was so hurt and she pushed me down on the couch and FORCED ME TO STAY THERE. I did not touch her.
I’m sorry this post is so long but I feel like I’ve been betrayed by someone I trusted and I have no one else to turn to. I feel stuck. I feel humiliated. I’ve told the entire truth because I really need your advice and opinion.
The weight loss pill is Qsymia by the way. If you want a list of the medications I have to take in order to function/live then let me know.
AITA?
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I’m a 26 year old female incapacitated adult. I have mild cerebral palsy, blind in left eye, deaf in my right ear. I had leukemia from the ages of 4-7. Due to my disabilities and medical issues, I cannot work for more than 6 hours and I can’t drive. I sound completely different on paper than I do in person. I’m very high functioning and everyone who first meets me thinks I’m normal. I am also a domestic abuse survivor. My father is/was a narcissist. My mom and I left 5 years ago. She and I love with my grandparents because the divorce has gone on for 5 years. My mom has always been like a best friend to me and my advocate for medical stuff. She is also an RN and works at a hospital as an SICU nurse. I’ve battled with depression and anxiety since my childhood-preteen years. I was bullied at school and then bullied at home. I ruined my father’s life. (I was conceived before they married). I’ve had happy moments here and there but I wouldn’t be the first to say my life is a suck fest.
Recently, I had to have surgery to remove my tubes because if I ever were to get pregnant I’d be forced to abort the baby. I didn’t want to have to face that decision someday. (I do believe abortion is ok in certain cases. ) I just personally don’t think I could go through with it.
I’ve wanted marriage and babies since I was a little girl. My depression has been the worst it’s been in a long time because of the surgery. I’m LDS, and they place heavy emphasis on women’s job being able to birth babies and raise them to “build Israel”. I’m in no way blaming the church for anything. But I haven’t dated in 3 years and I already don’t have much to offer a future partner because of my disabilities and medical issues. On top of that, I’m now sterile! No LDS guy is going to want to be with me.
NOW ONTO THE ISSUE AT HAND: I’ve been campaigning for years for my doctor to prescribe me a weight loss medication. I tend to eat and eat all day long. I am overweight. I wanted to exercise and use the pill to make me not so hungry. My pills I have to take to actually live also make me gain weight.
Yesterday my mom and grandma ganged up on me and told me they went into the room I’m currently occupying (my grandparents refuse any kind of rent money) without my knowledge and took my prescriptions that have MY name on it because they say my depression had “worsened”. B*llshit. I got really angry at her because she went behind my back and did this. She said “see you’re freaking out. Which is why I didn’t tell you ahead of time.” I’m SO LIVID. And she’s trying to spin this on me and say it’s all my fault. And how I’ve hurt her and blah blah blah. She refuses to acknowledge how she’s making me feel.
I did not use any violence against her. I never touch her unless she hurts me first. I tried to leave the conversation because I was so hurt and she pushed me down on the couch and FORCED ME TO STAY THERE. I did not touch her.
I’m sorry this post is so long but I feel like I’ve been betrayed by someone I trusted and I have no one else to turn to. I feel stuck. I feel humiliated. I’ve told the entire truth because I really need your advice and opinion.
The weight loss pill is Qsymia by the way. If you want a list of the medications I have to take in order to function/live then let me know.
AITA?
2023.06.07 20:41 Richey25 Understanding New York's Mental Health Law
Hello everyone! I've noticed a few messages and posts on the New York Guns subreddit asking about what happens after someone has been hospitalized. As someone who has been fighting for three years to regain my gun rights due to a false accusation of involuntary commitment, I've gathered a wealth of information on New York's mental health law (MHL) and how it works. I want to provide as much information as possible to those facing a similar situation. Unfortunately, the state of New York doesn't offer any guidance on how to regain your gun rights or even if they've been taken away in the first place, which is why I'm here (obligatory, I am not a lawyer).
Before we dive in, I want to clarify that I'm not advocating for individuals with mental illness to have access to firearms. If someone is mentally unstable, they shouldn't possess guns. However, those seeking hospitalization for a crisis or help shouldn't have their gun rights taken away indefinitely. Mental health treatment should be viewed similarly to caring for our physical bodies. If you injure a muscle in your thigh, it doesn't mean you'll avoid exercising your legs forever. You'll take steps to heal the injury and eventually resume your activities.
New York's mental health law is a Safe Act provision covering various aspects of mental illness and hospitalization. For this post, I'll focus on the admission process, precisely the four most common types of admission standards:
Once you determine the type of hold you've been placed on, the next step is to locate the "Certificate of Relief from Disabilities" form on the New York State Act Office website. This application requires a lot of information, but providing everything they ask for is essential, except your entire mental health history beyond the initial hospitalization. They can't verify it, and it's none of their business. If you provide your entire account, they may use any past statements against you to try and reject the application. I made that mistake, and they used something I said about the comic book character The Punisher to my first-year high school therapist as evidence of why I was a danger to the public. Provide them only with the relevant files for your hospitalization, only. I recommend consulting a psychologist for a thorough psychological evaluation and their professional opinion on your firearm safety. Attach these documents to your application. If you need help, you can look for lawyers to fill out the form. Please be prepared for a lengthy review process; mine took a year because of COVID. If the state rejects your application, you may be eligible to file a lawsuit. However, if you have yet to go through the appropriate channels to regain your gun rights before suing, the court might dismiss your case under a motion to dismiss.
That covers the basics, but if anyone has further questions, I can provide a wealth of information. Just so you know, I only know about the New York mental health law and may be unable to help with other states' laws, as each state has its regulations and intricacies.
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Before we dive in, I want to clarify that I'm not advocating for individuals with mental illness to have access to firearms. If someone is mentally unstable, they shouldn't possess guns. However, those seeking hospitalization for a crisis or help shouldn't have their gun rights taken away indefinitely. Mental health treatment should be viewed similarly to caring for our physical bodies. If you injure a muscle in your thigh, it doesn't mean you'll avoid exercising your legs forever. You'll take steps to heal the injury and eventually resume your activities.
New York's mental health law is a Safe Act provision covering various aspects of mental illness and hospitalization. For this post, I'll focus on the admission process, precisely the four most common types of admission standards:
- Voluntary admissions (Section 9.13): When someone is involuntarily admitted to a hospital for mental health reasons.
- Informal admissions (Section 9.15): When someone has a mental illness requiring treatment and is suitable for access on an everyday basis, without needing to fill out an application.
- Involuntary commitments (Section 9.27): Involving individuals who present themselves to the hospital with impaired judgment, lacking understanding of the need for care, and posing a substantial threat to themselves or others. Two medical doctors need to sign off on this.
- Emergency Observation (9.39): Involving individuals alleged to be mentally ill and requiring treatment. If they have sufficient evidence to support that you are mentally sick, they will replace you with any of the holds above.
Once you determine the type of hold you've been placed on, the next step is to locate the "Certificate of Relief from Disabilities" form on the New York State Act Office website. This application requires a lot of information, but providing everything they ask for is essential, except your entire mental health history beyond the initial hospitalization. They can't verify it, and it's none of their business. If you provide your entire account, they may use any past statements against you to try and reject the application. I made that mistake, and they used something I said about the comic book character The Punisher to my first-year high school therapist as evidence of why I was a danger to the public. Provide them only with the relevant files for your hospitalization, only. I recommend consulting a psychologist for a thorough psychological evaluation and their professional opinion on your firearm safety. Attach these documents to your application. If you need help, you can look for lawyers to fill out the form. Please be prepared for a lengthy review process; mine took a year because of COVID. If the state rejects your application, you may be eligible to file a lawsuit. However, if you have yet to go through the appropriate channels to regain your gun rights before suing, the court might dismiss your case under a motion to dismiss.
That covers the basics, but if anyone has further questions, I can provide a wealth of information. Just so you know, I only know about the New York mental health law and may be unable to help with other states' laws, as each state has its regulations and intricacies.
2023.06.07 20:40 Junior_Dragonfruit72 Looking at my options and trying to find some direction in life
What are the pros and cons of these these chocies:
Context: Graduated high school in South Asia with a 3.6 GPA. Did alevel and got A* A B. Didnt take any sciences or math or computer science as alevel subject (cause I was planning to do law at first) so didn't go to South asain or uk unis as they want specifc subject to do comp science.. Need full aid. Applied 3 times for colleges in US and UK and Turkey. But only got into some and wait list in others and those i got in only gave small aid. I started uni of london distance learning bachelors in comp science in October 2022.
Choices: 1.Continuing my uni of London online distance learning program in computer science. Second semester started. It is online. I deeply dislike the online learning mode and feel not passionate about coding or my coursework because of the lack of actual college feeling. Not in touch with any professors or classmates since it is online. I may only get 1 or 2 basic recommendation letters if I apply for job or masters (rely want to do masters). My transcripts will coke super late thanks to slow administration. The support is late too. The grades come on also late. Paying full pay but it is cheaper than on campus. No substantial support in terms of internship or work or career. Feel like I am doing most of the work myself with my own resources. . So continuing this is option A. Also can do this degree in 3 years.
Or Applying again this Oct Nov for early decision and Jan for regular decision for forth time for US unis. I don't have any significant changes in my application. May take SAT again since I got less than 1300 out of 1600 (not a great test taker but good decent grades- may not be competitive though for full blind unis). Grades are same and some ECs will be added (okish..not anything worthwhile in my opinion) and my essay would be different but I would still need full aid or 80 percent of aid for us unis. So looking into either doing a transfer but most unis don't accept online credits from online uni even though the transcript wouldn't say I have been doing the school online. Or I can apply freshman.
Or
Take alevels to fulfill subject requirement and apply here in home country. Might get some aid but their rank for even best unis is not ideal here and I want to get out my country and be independent. Studying here would probably mean being at home like I am now.
Or
Taking a year off. Doing substantial work experince and apprentichip (no guarantee though I will get one cause I have no work authorization nor am I a US citizen) and job and making some money and visiting my sister in US to reflect and get more clarity.More inclined to redo my SAT and take more either AP classes or better my o and alevel subjects. Better my profile for college apps again while still taking my uni of london courses as backup. But would have to delay my academics.
Or Do another major. Lol. But I like CS and tech
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Context: Graduated high school in South Asia with a 3.6 GPA. Did alevel and got A* A B. Didnt take any sciences or math or computer science as alevel subject (cause I was planning to do law at first) so didn't go to South asain or uk unis as they want specifc subject to do comp science.. Need full aid. Applied 3 times for colleges in US and UK and Turkey. But only got into some and wait list in others and those i got in only gave small aid. I started uni of london distance learning bachelors in comp science in October 2022.
Choices: 1.Continuing my uni of London online distance learning program in computer science. Second semester started. It is online. I deeply dislike the online learning mode and feel not passionate about coding or my coursework because of the lack of actual college feeling. Not in touch with any professors or classmates since it is online. I may only get 1 or 2 basic recommendation letters if I apply for job or masters (rely want to do masters). My transcripts will coke super late thanks to slow administration. The support is late too. The grades come on also late. Paying full pay but it is cheaper than on campus. No substantial support in terms of internship or work or career. Feel like I am doing most of the work myself with my own resources. . So continuing this is option A. Also can do this degree in 3 years.
Or Applying again this Oct Nov for early decision and Jan for regular decision for forth time for US unis. I don't have any significant changes in my application. May take SAT again since I got less than 1300 out of 1600 (not a great test taker but good decent grades- may not be competitive though for full blind unis). Grades are same and some ECs will be added (okish..not anything worthwhile in my opinion) and my essay would be different but I would still need full aid or 80 percent of aid for us unis. So looking into either doing a transfer but most unis don't accept online credits from online uni even though the transcript wouldn't say I have been doing the school online. Or I can apply freshman.
Or
Take alevels to fulfill subject requirement and apply here in home country. Might get some aid but their rank for even best unis is not ideal here and I want to get out my country and be independent. Studying here would probably mean being at home like I am now.
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Taking a year off. Doing substantial work experince and apprentichip (no guarantee though I will get one cause I have no work authorization nor am I a US citizen) and job and making some money and visiting my sister in US to reflect and get more clarity.More inclined to redo my SAT and take more either AP classes or better my o and alevel subjects. Better my profile for college apps again while still taking my uni of london courses as backup. But would have to delay my academics.
Or Do another major. Lol. But I like CS and tech
2023.06.07 20:40 Equivalent_Tip_5861 Profile Evaluation for MSc Econ and MSc EPID
Hey there, I want to apply for MSc Economics (1 year) and Economic Policy for International Development
Undergraduate College in India
I have written 4 term papers in economics which were fairly econometrically rigorous (as much as possible with an undergraduate understanding of econometrics, so basically DID, IV regressions etc.) but no publications. I am currently working towards getting a paper published in the next few months.
SoP/LoR I think I'm fairly confident in my abilities to write a pretty good SoP. I am getting my LoRs from Professors I have worked with closely and have usually ranked in the top 5-10% percentile of their classes.
Do I stand a realistic chance of getting in? Is there anything specific I should work on in the time I have?
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Undergraduate College in India
- I graduated Magna Cum Laude (3.83/4 GPA) in Econ. Here are some courses I took: Econometrics (A), Micro 1 (A), Micro 2 (A-), Macro 1 (A-), and Macro 2 (A).
- I've taken most mathematics courses that graduate schools require— Calculus (A), Linear Algebra (A), Multivariate Calc (A), Probability and Statistics (A), and Real Analysis (B).
- GRE: 330 (166Q/164V)
- I'll be pursuing a postgraduate diploma from the same uni (Sept 2023-May 2024) where I'll be writing a postgrad dissertation/thesis focused on FLFP in India post-COVID.
- I'll most likely also be a Teaching Assistant for an undergrad econ course in my uni next semester.
- Currently working with the Government of India's Ministry of Policy in Trade & Commerce, Economics, Finance & Disinvestment, and G-20 Coordination as a research intern. This is a fairly selective internship with an acceptance rate of 5-7%.
- I am also working as a Research Assistant for a professor at my uni till May 2024.
- I have previously worked as a Research Fellow (basically an internship) at a social consultancy firm which works as an independent affiliate of the World Bank and ADB.
- I have been the editor of my uni's undergraduate PPE journal.
- I worked as a Research Assistant for another professor at my Uni in 2020.
I have written 4 term papers in economics which were fairly econometrically rigorous (as much as possible with an undergraduate understanding of econometrics, so basically DID, IV regressions etc.) but no publications. I am currently working towards getting a paper published in the next few months.
SoP/LoR I think I'm fairly confident in my abilities to write a pretty good SoP. I am getting my LoRs from Professors I have worked with closely and have usually ranked in the top 5-10% percentile of their classes.
Do I stand a realistic chance of getting in? Is there anything specific I should work on in the time I have?