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“Blink twice if you understand me.”
I let go of a lot of anger after the crash that almost killed my family. I just couldn’t bottle it anymore. Do you know how soda gets all bubbly every time you pop open the cap? I could feel that in my head every morning. Cracking and sizzling and bouncing all along the brain stem. Every time a doctor gave bad news. Every time Emma didn’t open her eyes. We risked spillage onto the floor.
But the kids deserved better. My wife deserved better. I needed to focus all that negative energy on something constructive like her health. I knew she could beat the coma. I knew she just had that strength. All of the doctors and all of the consultants said time was the only way to truly reduce swelling in an injury with such severity. So we waited.
And waited.
The investigation into the wreck came up clueless. A detective called often with questions and theories and information to review. Those conversations lasted over an hour in the early days. Eventually they felt like a formality. I looked into the cost of private eyes. I even met with one online. He told me sometimes there’s just not enough data out there to locate a suspect.
Sometimes people can be ghosts.
The photos stopped as suddenly as they started. I still couldn’t stomach a shot of Joey on the playground, or Sofia on the bus, so the teachers kept the kids inside, and my dad played chauffeur. Public spaces felt about as safe as the unused house with one hell of a mortgage eating up half my income. But we couldn’t go back there. I couldn’t risk another confrontation. Not yet.
We slept at my parents’ house.
We lived life inside a bubble.
Nobody in, nobody out.
Our home-base was the hospital. Emma’s routines became the structure. The doctors gave status in the morning before the kids went off to school at nine. I worked off the crappy Wi-Fi while nurses changed bandages and prepared my wife for another day of dancing with the devil. A new normal developed overtime that both disgusted and comforted me at the same time.
I tried to look at the light at the end of the tunnel. The news improved day-by-day. One scan showed increased activity. Another indicated a dramatic reduction in swelling. After weeks of hell, one hot night, the chief surgeon actually told us to keep our phones on high-volume before bed.
“I really think she’s ready to pull through,” he grinned. “There’s a long road back from here. No doubt about it. But we’re starting to see all the right signs.”
I needed to celebrate. Sofia wanted pizza. My mom ordered take-out and my dad pulled out all the old home video tapes. The kids passed out to the sound of grandpa’s harmonica on record. I remember feeling like we were finally out of the woods that night. Like all the bad shit behind us finally led to redemption.
I fell asleep with thoughts of the landscaping back home. I knew Em would give me shit for the lawn. I hadn’t cut it for weeks.
I woke up to a picture message.
The time on my phone said two. Rain pattered the windows. Thunder shook the cabinets. I looked around and realized I was alone. My father had a habit of setting things right at night.
I opened up the text. Emma laid serenely in her white hospital gown. Her makeup was done. Her eyes were closed. A hand held hers tight. Another message pinged back immediately after that one.
Her eyes were open.
I got my keys and sprinted out to the car. I needed to channel the adrenaline into something constructive. I called the hospital along the way. They didn’t answer. I called dispatch. I waited. Finally a live person came on the line.
“The doctor is going in there now,” the secretary snipped. “We don’t send picture messages.”
“I’m coming.”
I called the cops. I called my parents. I called everyone. A dozen scenarios ran through my mind. They could have her. They could hurt her. They could do whatever they wanted without me there. That photograph was proof. I was helpless in an instant all over again.
The hour and the weather kept people off the roads. The garage at the hospital was connected to the main building at the back. I found a spot, parked, and got out. Timed lights matched my pace until the roof opened up to the rain.
The campus had an alien feeling to it so late at night. Almost as if healthy people didn’t belong. Bright flood lights blended into swaying trees in the misty breeze. Empty lots gave way to shadows of trucks.
I didn’t know how to get in after hours. I had a loose plan to stop at the emergency desk and ask for help. But I didn't recognize anything in the dark. I hustled up the path through the bright lit hedges. I looked around. I got lost after a while.
And then there he was.
About fifty yards away. Walking down the opposite road like any other fucking night. Black slacks. White shirt. Gray hat.
The right guy.
I kept my distance at first. It felt good to be on the other side of things. I followed him through the courtyard and all the way through a lot to his car. He fumbled with his keys for a moment. He dropped them. Then I stepped out.
“Hey.”
He turned around. He smiled.
“Hey!”
I stared at him for a second. He stared back.
“Looks like your girl is going to be alright in there.”
I moved closer.
“She’s going to be very popular, too.”
I hesitated.
“What does that mean?”
He laughed.
“Oh you know. Pictures like that? Death and back?”
He opened the door.
“My people are going to love it.”
The stranger gave me one last look before he sighed and went for his keys. He didn’t expect me to hit him. He should have. I reached back and swung with all the repressed rage of the past month.
The connection felt so fucking good.
The first punch broke his nose. The second pushed it all the way back. I could hear things snap. I could feel him struggling. That didn’t concern me. I pushed him down and old bones hit the pavement like a sack of molded potatoes. I kicked him in the ribs. I shoved my boot in his face. I straddled his thighs and hit, hit, hit until the bubbling in my brain fizzled and dissolved.
I lost control of the soda bottle.
I don’t remember stopping. I don’t even remember blinking. This could have gone on for hours and that all would have been just fine with me. But there was a rush of footsteps to my left. Somebody snapped a photo to my right. My arms went limp.
I was caught.
I turned around to find a yuppy guy in board shorts. He had one of those fancy cameras with the strap. He zoomed in on the bloodied remains of the face beside me. He clicked and pursed his lips a few times. Then he looked at me.
He smiled wide.
“Okay. Okay. This is gonna be perfect. Are you ready?”
He pointed his camera.
“Say… tangerine!”

I just wanted to share my excitement for releasing my first game on Early Access, and having a couple of positive reviews! A few people have played my game and had fun! It was gut wrenching, but was followed by a small sigh of relief....
Look.. it is my first project ever... and first release, and I started doubting whether it was worth it, or wether I should just quit on game dev and focus on accounting, which is my actual real job..... ( I also qualified as an chartered accountant this year)
... I am going to stick with game dev for a while, until the actual Release date. OK, I know it will flop,but the thought of at least a few people having fun, kind of makes up for all the hours of work!
I wish you all the best in your respective projects and future releases!

I will deal with core Java or Java the language only
The Why? Barring few exceptions, most textbooks that doesn't have such list of problems to solve, at the end of each chapteconcept, but also demands program logic design, solving, etc. at for progressing to other modules and it is a discourager. e.g. so many things we could do with for loops alone, manipulation of strings, arrays, collections. etc. There is no end to the play.
Those exceptions are themed "hands on", "tutorial", "project guide", "crash course", "walk through", etc. which don't fall target for my learning as they start out with different approach. They are focussed on building things and learning along the way. But, I found it made the authors leave some crumbs of gotchas and smallconcepts that would make good interview questions, online assessments, we feel too stupid to learn late or might only come up after certain work experience. This is because, depending on the project we are learning, some concepts are useless to discuss about. Spending time on GooG / SO trying to find the right way to ask the question with technical jargon unkis also very difficult.
This slow devouring of honey called "learning programming" can be done when the development field is full of artists taking time to innovate. Long gone are those days and now we have huge competition at recruiment stage where sadly mugging up DSA problems give us advantage in product companies, as a matter of fact. Less people come in for passion and more come for money, for needs or wants.
I am also of the type who gets it good reading theory, like do-while-loops to collections, implementing them down without seeing, but will completely forget the next day. Small problems which go beyond "simply implementing and playing around" are the only way to remember for me. Remember how our math teachers discouraged us against byhearting and encouraged us to think and practice solving problems? Sort of like Mir pub's Soviet maths books, which don't have real life applications and building stuff, only abstract thinking.
Given that beginners mostly seek resources when they are students at first year of universities, I wanted to make a list that I filterered out of genuine and fake Amazon reviews. I might have been wrong with my research, please forgive me.

1. David J Eck. : Free and final edition is released recently. No more updates because of retirement of author.
2. Bruce Eckel : By a Java spec contributor and can be seen through his thinking efforts at devicing problem sets. Debugging skills learnt are top notch with this book.
3. Cay Horstmann : two volumes are there but first volume alone will fortify you against leetcode/excercism/hackerrank so far as core Java goes.
4. Daniel Liang : Has ~50 problems each chapter and won't compromise on problem sets of Java 8 topics also.
5. Tony Gaddis : Watered down Daniel Liang for AP
6. Walter Savitch : Excellent and tough problems.
7. John Lewis : emphasises more on OO concepts
8. Noel Kalicharan : Little known power lies within this book. This guy's has examples and loads of them!
9. Nell Dale: She is astounding contributor to CS theory. Her wisdom is her words of the book. Her problem sets are her wisdom guides.
10. mooc.fi : Succint and I did old version ~2015.

Darius May was the owner of the large new "mixed-used" commercial building next door. Rumours had already begun swirling in local media that May, 36, planned to convert the disused building into a sex shop. The rumours were only half true. May not okay planned to open a sex shop, but also planned to open a "high-end" strip club in the same building and he had wasted no time submitting his application to planning authorities.
So, when local vicar Jeremy C. Johnson had received information from local authorities informing him of May's intentions and asking him, much like with every other local, whether he had any objections to the application, he was horrified. As the owner of St. Augustine The Holy Trinity Church - a large and imposing church originally built in 1906 - he was not ready to accept the establishing of a strip club immediately next door to his church. Although his congregation was now a small one - there were now 306 registered regular service attendees and a weekly average of 31 visitors and newcomers - he still felt that the religious community in the neighbourhood was a large one and attendance during holiday and special occasions such as Christmas, Easter and weddings and funerals, regularly saw attendees from the local area rise, albeit temporarily.
Johnson did not know this May too well, but he did hear that May appeared to own two other dex shops, one somewhere in the Midlands and another up in Chester, in Cheshire.
Johnson could not accept having a strip club opened right next to his church, so he objected to the planning application. Over the years, however, the demographics of the local area had been slowly changing as a new influx of "young economic and climate migrants" from Scandinavia, the Baltics and Eastern Europe had begun flooding in, slowly changing the face of the area as more and more of the elderly and retired in the community had begun to die. For some reason, this meant that there weren't as many objections as Johnson expected or would have liked. As such, authorities required a certain number of objections in order to require the application to be re-submitted, otherwise the application would eventually be accepted.
Panicking, Johnson visited several established locals in order to drum up support for resistance against the opening of the strip club. He also implored members of his congregation to write "strongly-worded" letters to their councillors and the local Member of Parliament to argue that businesses such as a sex club and a strip club did not "fit the character of the neighbourhood" and "had no place in the local area".
Johnson was well known for being a fiery pillar of the community in situations such as these. Back in 2009, Johnson had strongly resisted the opening of two 7/11 supermarkets directly besides his church. Following strong opposition - led by Johnson himself - applications to build a small Sainsbury's Local and a tiny ASDA had been rejected. If the applications had been accepted, it would have seen the church "surrounded" by new 7/11s. Luckily, to this day, St. Augustine The Holy Trinity Church still retained its character and still preserved its large square and space, helped not only by regular offerings from congregants but also funded from the very pockets of Johnson himself, who had reinvested some church funds in Manhattan Central Bank, an investment corporation based over in Atlantic City in New Jersey.
This time, however, was a little different. Nearly a decade and half had passed and the makeup of the local community was slightly different. A local primary school in the area had been shut down and relocated, thereby bolstering the strength of May's application; the age demographics had also sharply changed, with more younger childless couples from abroad moving in. An underground nightclub had also opened a couple of streets away and because it was a little far away, Johnson had not had any immediate objections to its opening, especially as it only planned to operate on Thursday and Friday nights "to cater to the rising student population". Perhaps, in hindsight, he should have voiced more opposition to the nightclub. Now, May had arrived and he had informed planning authorities that the opening of his sex shop and "high-end" strip club would "bring economic opportunities" to the local area and "create 14 new jobs" (2 more than both supermarkets in total had planned to create). May had also insisted that it would "attract more tourism and business investors" and "lead to a domino effect which would lead to more wealth being created in the local community".
When May had begun to hear of Johnson's rather vocal opposition to his business plans, he was at first intrigued by "this old man's" resistance to new ideas and "new energy being breathed into the area". And so, May had gone to visit Johnson one afternoon. Unbeknownst to May, Wednesday afternoons were usually reserved for a special "Feeding the homeless" event, where the homeless and poor would be invited to St. Augustine The Holy Trinity Church to visit the food bank and "also listen to a short sermon" and "receive a blessing from the vicar himself".
So, when May had turned up, dressed in a laid-back white silk shirt and some expensive jeans and leather trainers, Johnson had not immediately recognized him, but remarked how he clearly looked out of place amongst the homeless. The pair had then begun arguing, as two food bank volunteers tried to distract the attendees from the raised voices. Suffice to say, the pair did not get on at all and Johnson accused May of "trying to invade the area with immorality and sexual promiscuity".
"You may say otherwise, but everybody knows strip clubs are a clear gateway to drug use, prostitution, sexual promiscuity and even child pornogrpahy and child abuse," Johnson had shouted at him in anger.
May, unable to keep his cool and surprised at the vicar's unusual fiery nature, had retorted in anger, "oh please, The Church isn't exactly known for being completely innocent itself. It's full of the very things it claims to hate an preach against. Your hypocrisy is astounding. Your area is dying and it's people like me - entrepreneurs and investors - seeking new business opportunities, who revive it with new ventures. The government has no issue with me, it's just sad old people like you!"
The pair had then parted on bad terms, much to the shocked reactions of the homeless attendees still continuing to stream into the food bank.
Johnson had continued drumming up support for his opposition to the sex shop and strip club plans, but the modern era had got the better of him. A few new councillors had replaced his religious-leaning contacts over the years and opinions had varied wildly over the "dangers of sex shops and strip clubs". He was also unable to gain enough support from fellow religious leaders - local imams from a local mosque nearby - after a number of local Islamic leaders still held grudges against him over his handling of reglious tensions back in 2010 and 2011.
In the end, Johnson failed to garner enough objections to the application and grasping at straws, he had started a petition to reject the application, but, to his shock, it had failed to get enough signatures, with many informing him that they "did not want to get involved" in his "Holy War against the World". His final option? A court case. Reviewing his finances, he confirmed that he could afford to bring a private court case without unduly stressing church funds. Speaking to his legal contacts (two Bar contacts and another two at respectable City law firms), he planned to argue that the opening of the sex shop and strip club would "alter the character of the local area in an extreme fashion" and "were antithetical to the history and environment of the local area". He also planned to accuse Darius May of "intimidating" members of the local community, pointing to the unexpected decrease in support for his opposition to the planning application.
An initial injunction was initially granted on behalf of Vicar Jeremy C. Johnson to halt the conversion of the disused building to a sex shop and "high-end" strip club. This was only a temporary victory for Johnson, who had been instructed to gather further evidence of May's "tactics to intimate people in the local area", as well as "strongly demonstrate how the new business would alter the character of the local area in an extreme fashion".
Yet, a short while later, as if like something out of a supernatural horror movie, Vicar Johnson's black Renault had veered sharply off the A40 whilst he was returning from a weekend Church outing in Wotton-under-Edge. According to crash investigators, a "stray white dog or something" had run out into traffic and had caused "the terrible accident". Vicar Johnson's vehicle had veered sharply off the highway and his car had flipped over and smashed into a tree. He had found himself crushed under the weight of his car and the collapsed tree and to make matters worse, a truck had then slammed into the wreck, killing him instantly. Vicar Johnson died on that warm Saturday night. Witnesses had indeed stated that they had spotted "what appeared to be stray white dog or animal" stepping out onto the highway, but no cameras had spotted anything and no trace of the creature had been found had been found on Vicar Johnson's vehicle. The death was ruled an accident and Johnson's congregation mourned his death.
An associate vicar - a young Harry Milner - then assumed control of St. Augustine The Holy Trinity Church as per Vicar Johnson's will and testament; however, following troubling economic difficulties which hit Manhattan Central Bank across the Atlantic, Johnson's investment portfolio sharply decreased in value and Milner was forced to take out loans in order to keep Church finances afloat. In the end, Milner's poor handling of Church finances proved to be St. Augustine the Holy Trinity Church's downfall and final nail in the coffin and a few months later, he was charged with a series of crimes, including wire fraud and embezzlement. Indigo Mountain Finance then applied to a court to repossess the church's buildings and square and the church now sits empty and unused until Indigo Mountain Finance can find a buyer in foreclosure.
As for Darius May and his Lucky Star sex shop and strip club, it opened a short while after Johnson's death, with Milner unable to continue pursuing a legal challenge against him and with the main opposer - Johnson - now dead. May did, however, attend Johnson's funeral and expressed to funeralgoers how "genuinely shocked" he was at the death of "a Holy man I had only just encountered a month ago".
Years later, the church was demolished and a large Tesco supermarket took its place, along with two large apartment complexes which were built where the church square used to be. Some elderly locals who are still alive and still live in the area til this day sometimes mention how they "miss the large and open square that St Augustine had preserved".

The Carta reviews for last year's version of the same class (numbered Physics 63 then, but otherwise the curriculum and the instructor are the same?) seem to be nearly uniformly negative and this is making me worried, especially since my schedule this quarter already seems much heavier than I'm used to, even without Physics. Almost every review was about how time-consuming and disorganized the class was. Someone even said it was like taking an 8 unit, not a 4 which for me is worrying since so far even 16/17 units a quarter has been a lot for me (let alone the 22 I would be enrolled in if I were to take Physics). Can I expect the class to be improved much from last year, considering the student feedback, or should I just drop the class now?
I don't think I'm going to be a Physics major (it's sort of late for me anyway, since I'm already late into sophomore year) but I may be going into a physics-focused internship and I don't want to be a total waste of space, which is why I feel the need to take a physics class in the first place. But I also don't want to jeopardize my grades in my other classes, which is what I fear will happen if I have to devote so much of my free time to this one class.
Any advice? Should I just drop 81 and take Physics 43 instead, which will probably be more manageable curriculum-wise?* Should I instead take a parallel, physics-related offering in another department (EE, or ENGR), and if so, any recs? Or should I just go straight into the 120s series next year as one reviewer on Carta suggested? My background in E&M is weak at best, but I did pass out of 40s series according to the (very unthorough) diagnostic.

PART 1: https://www.reddit.com/OffMyChestPH/comments/128w0fq/coincidence_destiny_idk/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button
Para sa waiting ng part 2 here na....
So yun na nga naging mag classmate na kami nung guy na nakikita ko lang dati sa previous school ko, I'm gonna call him riley nalang, I don't wanna use his real name kasi baka makita nya. Tambay kasi siya dito sa Reddit din xD. Simula naging kaklase ko siya di ko na sinusubukang tumingin sa kanya, and I pretend nalang na di ko siya kilala. I'm that type of person kasi na di friendly, di ko hilig mag approach ng tao unless kailangan. Nothing happened pa nung mga ilang weeks as kaklase sya. Just a normal day ng pag pasok, di pa rin kami nakakapag interact to each other since mga di pa gaano magkakakilala sa klase and may kanya kanya kaming circle of friends sa loob ng class. After 1 month I received a friend request from him sa fb, and I accept lang.
Minsan din nakikita ko siya and his one friend sa terminal ng jeep since same lang kami ng sinasakyan papuntang school. One time nakita nila ako, and yung one friend niya pa unang bumati sakin nun since classmate ko din naman yun, actually naiisip ko na matagal na sila mag kaibigan kasi lagi sila magkasama they have other one friend pa, tatlo sila actually so I guess magttropa sila dati pa. I'll use Jake and Cedie nalang as their aliases. Si Jake itong unang bumati, I'm waiting nun makasakay na sa jeep kasi meron pa sa unahan ko mga students din nag uunahan maka sakay sa jeep. Itong si Jake kinalabit ako sa balikat kaya napatingin ako, syempre nginitian ko lang, nakita ko naman si Riley sa likod nya naka smile lang din.
Months passed by wala parin naman kami gaanong interaction ni riley. Nag kaka interaction lang kami ni Riley pag nang hihiram siya ballpen sakin xD
Foundation day - This time nag karoon kami kunting interaction. Yung foundation day celebration namin is ginanap sa isang Amusement park. Every year actually ginagawa ng school namin yun- they rent the whole amusement park for this celebration, and students from other branches are gathered also. It's our first time ma-involve dito.
Sa paglilibot sa Amusement park nahiwalay kami sa iba naming kaklase, kasama ko yung dalawa kong friend na girl na sina Charlie at Aika. Sa paglilibot namin nakasalubong namin yung tatlo - Riley, Jake, and Cedie, kaya we decided nalang na kami nalang mag sama sama. Nung kainan na nagka chit chat kami kaming mag kakasama. Nakausap ko si Cedie, and nalaman ko din na mag classmate pala sila ni Riley, pero kahit isang beses di ko siya nakita. Si Jake schoolmate ko din pala siya, pero never ko din siya nakita noon pa, siguro dahil nasa ibang building siya. Pansin ko itong si Riley lang di gaano nag eengage mag tanong tanong.
Fast forward ko na, na drop off na kami ng bus sa school namin. Gabi na nun, and kami waiting na ng masasakyang jeep pauwi. Kasabay ko nun yung tatlo mag-abang, since same lang naman kami ng uuwiang lugar. Out of nowhere Riley pokes my right cheek and ask if I'm okay, sabi ko lang casually na inaantok na ko. Pagod me sa byahe so medyo wala sa mood xD
I had a chance na makausap siya nung after namin mangagaling sa dati naming school. Actually si Cedie kasama din namin pumunta nun sa previous school namin para kunin yung other credential namin. Nagkataon lang na kami lang mag kasabay pauwi ni Riley, since si Cedie is may lakad pa kaya iba yung way niya samin nun. Nung kami nalang mag kasama ni Riley, I'm surprised na madaldal pala siya, ang dami niya tanong sakin. So yun we're talking to each other while walking. Nasabi ko na nga na nakikita ko siya dati sa previous school namin, natanong naman niya bakit si Cedie hindi ko daw nakikita eh mag kaklase naman sila. Dami dami pa kami napag usapan nung day na yun. After nun wala na kami ulit gaanong interaction. Minimal interaction nalang sa loob ng class.
Christmas break - So pahinga days, I haven't thought any school related stuff. As in vacation mode utak ko nito. Nung Christmas day, I unexpectedly received a merry Christmas greeting from Riley through chat. Pag gising ko nung Dec. 25 ayun bungad sakin. Nagtaka ako slightly why he would greet me, kasi we're not even close naman. I replied back Merry Christmas nalang din. Napa abang ako slight kung ano irereply niya pero hours Passed di naman siya nag reply. Inabot ilang oras yung pag seen niya, ayun nag react lang naman siya sa chat ko :c
PART 3 ??? SORRY ANG HABA KASI AHAHAH I saw a comment sa part 1 na kaka Wattpad ko daw ito HAHAHA Para naman kasi talagang wattpad mga kaganapan, ang saklap lang dahil trust issue naman naidulot sakin sa huli 🤣
May kunting sama ng loob ako sa Riley na yan 'till now huhu skl

Hi Ladies, this is a short story by me which will help bring some joy to your day.
Mangalore Buns
It was a beautiful day in September, the sun was gentle, the trees were in between the hues of orange and brown and the afternoons were perfect for a nap. Dharma, however, was in the middle of chaos.
He was waiting for the parents of his students to start arriving. It was the dreaded parent-teacher meeting before the biggest festivities of the year began.
Dharma worked in a prominent convent school in Bangalore in South India. He was 26 and taught Chemistry to high school students from grades 8-10. This was his first job and he had been here for a little over a year and was glad that he didn’t have to work for a lesser-known school. He enjoyed the benefits he received like free transportation and low-cost meals at the canteen.
He was a lanky, tall man with dusky skin and delicate almond eyes. He wore grey almost every day to work and liked to keep to himself most of the time. His age almost always worked against him in his work as the senior teachers disregarded his ideas and the head of the department of Chemistry asked him to temper his work constantly.
However, Dharma liked his students. They were his source of entertainment and pride. The boys always had interesting PlayStation games to talk about and the girls loved discussing the latest Netflix shows with him. When any of them exhibited even a remote interest in Chemistry he felt his job had a purpose.
The parents waited in line as Dharma addressed each of them patiently. There were the usual parents he had always encountered. The type who was perpetually unhappy despite their child being in the top 10% of the class, the type who wanted their child to make friends with the top 10% and not hang out with average Joes, the type who was embarrassed by their child’s academic performance and did not want to be at the meeting and lastly, the ones whose solution to everything was tuition classes for all the subjects that matter.
Three hours and several cups of coffee later, he offered a tissue to the last student who was pretending to cry as her mother bombarded her with questions. “She will pass all the subjects in the finals sir, I guarantee it. This girl is too focused on enjoying life” the mother told Dharma as she was leaving. “Don’t worry madam, Anju is going to do well” he responded mentally noting Anju’s mother’s definition of enjoying life was her daughter’s gift for music and the arts.
And then there was one. Yogi was the only student left in class waiting for his mother patiently. She came rushing into the door just as Dharma thought she wouldn’t show.
Ambika Bhat wore a lavender shirt that was dotted with yellow sunflowers with small gold hoop earrings. She was a chubby woman with curly hair and a very expressive face. She had a vibrant personality and a voice that demanded attention.
She apologised profusely for being late. Dharma couldn’t help but notice how lavender was such a beautiful colour on her, he hated lavender in general. He only liked greys and blues. “Did she do something different to her hair?” he wondered as she scanned Yogi’s grades.
“I have already gone through his grades and overall performance online, I came for a discussion” she informed him. They discussed Yogi’s weaknesses in depth when Dharma offered to take tuition classes exclusively for Yogi. “That won’t be necessary Dharma, I have almost finalised a private tutor who can cover Math and Science, he has a Master’s degree from a really good university and teaches at an international school” she declined politely. “This has nothing to do with the past, he is a bright student and because we’ve spent so much time together, I know how to guide him” he protested. “I didn’t question your intentions, I just think this is the best option for him,” she said. “Private tutors are expensive,” he said noticing that she was tapping her foot nervously against the table. “I’ll manage, thanks for your help. Let’s review his performance after the mock exam before the finals” she said ending the conversation. She left the classroom as swiftly as she had entered it, her perfume lingered which took Dharma back in time.
It was a hot day in June when he met Ambika for the first time. It was his first month on the job at the school. She wanted to meet Yogi’s math and science teachers. She was surprised to find a young twenty-something Chemistry teacher talking to her passionately about different academic opportunities for her son.
Within a month, Ambika had Dharma conducting private tuition classes for Yogi at her residence. He understood how Yogi learnt and had a reassuring presence. They met at her place twice a week for two hours. Ambika always ensured Dharma received hot chai and biscuits, she would never let a guest leave her house without them trying her ginger chai. She took it personally when Dharma told her that he was a coffee person and didn’t like her tea.
Dharma, being an introvert, did not attempt to start a conversation with Ambika. He preferred to keep it professional and discuss only school-related issues. Ambika, a busy single working mother, had no time to spare to talk to Dharma after class.
‘There’s nowhere you can be, that isn’t where you’re meant to be’ – John Lenon
Bangalore was notorious for its unpredictable weather, it would rain all day at the drop of a hat. Dharma was just about finished with his session with Yogi when the beginning of the rainfall that could drown you began.
There was nothing much he could do except browse through articles on his phone. Ambika was exhausted after a long day of training for the new employees, she was a Human Resources manager at Amazon.
After what seemed like an hour, Ambika realised that the rain would continue for the next few hours and Dharma could not travel on his bike in such heavy rainfall nor would he be able to get a cab. She decided it would be rude if she didn’t offer him dinner.
Sitting across the dining table, sharing a meal of Sambhar and rice, for the first time in 2 months, they had a conversation about themselves. Yogi was in the living room watching Japanese anime. They chatted about their careers, their favourite restaurants in the city and their families. Ambika’s parents were living in Udupi and visited her often, especially after her difficult divorce to lend support and help take care of Yogi. Dharma lived with his mother, he had lost his father a few years ago.
It was easy to talk to Ambika. She was so talkative and cheerful that the conversation flowed easily for Dharma. They both liked Italian food and she disliked the same senior teachers in school that he did. He was almost disappointed when it was time to leave. He felt like he had a long conversation with his best friend from college.
It rained that entire week and Dharma was stuck at Ambika’s house for many hours after class. They enjoyed long conversations over a bowl of noodles, fried rice and khichdi depending on the day. Ambika shared stories of the funny candidates she had interviewed and the twisted corporate politics that Dharma was not privy to.
When the bout of bad weather had ended, Dharma found himself thinking about Ambika. He was attracted to her in a way he knew was wrong. She was a mother in her early 40s, focused on giving her son the best education she could afford. He could find someone in the same phase of life as him he told himself.
It was Yogi’s 14th birthday and Dharma was invited for a private lunch Ambika had organised with Yogi’s close friends and some of her friends. It was in a gaming arena where a bunch of teenagers were too distracted with virtual reality to care about the adults. Ambika looked radiant in a yellow maxi dress with her curly hair tied up in a bun. He could smell her rose-scented perfume standing next to her.
Ambika’s friends were as extroverted as she was. They tried to include him in the conversation, they shared a delicious lunch and he discovered through them that she used to be a theatre artist for many years as a passion until she had Yogi. ‘That explains her expressive face’ he thought.
When he chanced upon an opportunity to find the famous city theatre RangaShankara hosting folk music he felt no harm in asking Ambika if she wanted to watch it. “I haven’t watched a live performance in years, it’s sweet of you to remember I used to be a theatre artist,” she told him smiling at the thought of being near the stage again.
Several months passed, and Yogi was busy with school, friends and his anime oblivious that his mother had been having evening dates at the ‘darshini’ (a local cuisine restaurant) with his favourite teacher. They often met after her work to grab a bite, she always picked Mangalore buns, a sweet fried bread made from flour and ripe bananas served with coconut chutney. A childhood favourite that originated from her birthplace. “Only this place makes it fresh,” she told Dharma each time.
Yogi’s mother who normally stayed away from romance of any kind after his father had broken her heart was now looking at love differently. She looked at love as companionship, a friendship that she could rely on rather than an all-consuming emotion that could blow up in flames if ignited.
“You are interested in a 40-year-old single woman whose son you teach?! Have you lost your mind?” Dharma’s mother asked him looking stunned at the news her son had just given her. “You can find an equal match, you are out of her league, why would you want to shoulder this kind of responsibility at 26?!” she continued getting visibly angrier at his nonchalant attitude. “So, pretending to like a spouse for 30 years of marriage like you did was not a burden but choosing to like someone who just happens to be unconventional is a burden?” he asked her. “Everyone has different burdens they need to carry in their lives, I could not choose mine, it was forced upon me, but you get to choose and this is not an option,” she told him leaving the room to ensure Dharma did not attempt to convince her.
It took many dinners at her house together after Yogi’s class, theatre performances and darshini dates for Ambika to arrive at the realisation that she was unconsciously building a relationship that could not be defined . He was an intelligent, thoughtful, reliable man whose presence comforted her but he was also very young. Her family and friends would disapprove, they lived in a relatively conservative society. She would be risking her son’s future but most importantly she couldn’t afford to have another broken heart in one lifetime.
It was a hot summer’s day in April, the beginning of summer vacation at the school. 9 months after they had first met. The chutney was sour just like Ambika’s mood. Dharma arrived not wearing grey for the first time hoping she would notice. Ambika had been distant to him for a few weeks, he did not expect this to be the usual chat over filter coffee. He knew that both of them were dealing with conflicting emotions.
“It would be best if we stopped meeting, I will find another tutor for Yogi, I have the entire summer break to look for one,” she said looking sadly into his eyes. “Was it something I did or said?” he asked taken aback by her statement. “None, I took our friendship too far, it’s a relationship we do not need,” she told him looking down at her plate. “Are you worried about what Yogi or your family will think?” he asked her. “I don’t think there’s any point in us spending any more time together. We can focus our efforts elsewhere….sorry but this colour doesn’t suit you” she said trying to finish the last bit of sour chutney. “You don’t have to be an HR all the time, you sound like you are firing someone, we were more than colleagues” he responded to her impersonal way of ending their relationship. There was nothing more to say since they both knew the cards were stacked against them.
He processed his grief quietly, informing his mother that it was over. His mother was relieved and performed a puja to thank God for helping her son choose the right path. Dharma steered clear of eating at any darshini and made his conversation with Yogi only about class despite Yogi’s attempts to digress. Dharma never saw Ambika again until the Parent Teacher Meeting in September.
On some days, Ambika almost sent Dharma messages when she wanted to talk about the bad phase at work she was going through. She accidentally did one day and he responded “we can always share updates, we are still friends”. Dharma found weekends particularly hard to deal with. His friends didn’t possess the type of excitement and passion for life Ambika had when they went out.
In the last 3 years of Yogi’s school life, they saw each other at Parent Teacher Meetings. The conversations were brief, Yogi had become a good student in his subject so he had no complaints. The big day had finally arrived, it was the school graduation day.
He was hoping to see Ambika at Yogi’s graduation. She wore a lavender saree and had let her curly hair flow wild and open, it reflected her mood. She looked proud and happy as she posed with Yogi and her parents for photos.
She looked for Dharma, and she spotted him taking pictures with students and other teachers. He looked handsome in his grey blazer, as he bid farewell to his young students. She almost wanted to ask him to meet her at the darshini after graduation, she came very close.
“Hi…I wanted to thank you for your effort in the last 3 years. You are still Yogi’s favourite teacher and his grades in Science have always been high thanks to your guidance” she told him smiling. “I didn’t do much, he gets the zeal from his mother” he responded as their eyes met. “Will I see you after this?” he asked her afraid of the answer. “I hope so” she responded gently touching his shoulder.
It was a few years later and Dharma’s mother was excited. It was the day they were finalising the menu for Dharma’s wedding. Dharma’s fiancee Niharika, her family, Dharma and his mother were incessantly discussing the dishes. After much deliberation they handed over the final order to the caterer, there was only one dish that the chef felt was out of place on a dinner menu, it was Mangalore buns.

About Me
Hey there, my name is Shelbion and I've been an avid League of Legends player for over a decade. In Season 4, I reached Challenger for the first time and even considered pursuing a professional career. However, after much reflection, I decided to pursue other challenges within the game itself.
Some of my notable achievements as a player include:

• Reaching Challenger on multiple positions.
• Participating and winning in numerous SR and 1v1 tournaments.
• Playing for various teams(Amateur and Semi-Professional).

Community
In addition to my experience as a Player, I am also the Founder of Noxus Coaching - a rapidly growing, educational community on Discord. Our community is a great place to find new friends to play with, have a good time, and most importantly, improve your skills.
We hold various events on a weekly basis, including 1v1 & 5v5 tournaments, meme contests, and more. There are plenty of rewards to be won, including free coaching sessions with me. To join our community, visit https://discord.gg/TuTZAeRbx5 and message me upon joining to receive your role.
Coaching
As a coach with over 6.500 hours of experience, I have a passion for helping others improve and reach their goals. By studying the techniques of renowned coaches such as LS and MagiFelix, I have developed my own unique coaching approach that has helped countless individuals and over 20 teams advance their competitive play across 5 different continents, including members of various College and University E-Sports Teams.
Some of my notable achievements include:

• Assisting a Diamond 2 player reach Challenger in just five weeks.
• Helping a Silver 2 player climb to Platinum in three weeks.
• Guiding a Diamond 3 player to Grandmaster in six weeks.

I am dedicated to continuously honing my skills and providing the best coaching experience possible to all of my clients, regardless of their rank or location.
How Does it Work?
We will schedule an initial Interview during which we can discuss your goals and I can provide a more detailed explanation of my coaching services. This interview will typically last for 3-5 minutes.
The First Session is designed to assess your current level of gameplay and identify areas for improvement. After conducting an analysis, I will create a Personalized Coaching Plan tailored to your specific needs. This plan will outline a series of sessions designed to maximize your improvement.
The Coaching Plan may include various session types, such as:

• Theory sessions: These sessions will cover key concepts such as wave management, vision, decision making, and more.
• Practical sessions: These sessions will either be VOD reviews or live games, and will be used to put theoretical knowledge into practice and analyze gameplay.
• Reviews: These sessions will occur periodically and will be used as checkpoints to track your progress and identify any additional areas for improvement.

All sessions will be personalized and created specifically for each student's needs. By following this plan, you can feel confident that you are taking the most effective steps to achieve your goals.
Personalized Support (Available 24/7)
In addition to the structured coaching sessions, I offer personalized support to my clients on a 24/7 basis. Whether you have a specific question or just want to debrief after a tough game, I am always available to help. Simply message me and I will respond as quickly as possible.
AvailabilityPricesPayments
I am able to cover any server and any timezone! Rates for both Private and Team coaching are negotiable. We will easily get the sessions to fit your budget and your needs. Payments are usually done through PayPal, however other forms of Payment such as Direct Transfer can be discussed.
Contact?
Main form of contact is Discord on which you can find me at Shelbion#8832
Feel free to message me either on Discord or through a Direct Message on Reddit and I will come back to you as quickly as possible.

About Me
Hey there, my name is Shelbion and I've been an avid League of Legends player for over a decade. In Season 4, I reached Challenger for the first time and even considered pursuing a professional career. However, after much reflection, I decided to pursue other challenges within the game itself.
Some of my notable achievements as a player include:

• Reaching Challenger on multiple positions.
• Participating and winning in numerous SR and 1v1 tournaments.
• Playing for various teams(Amateur and Semi-Professional).

Community
In addition to my experience as a Player, I am also the Founder of Noxus Coaching - a rapidly growing, educational community on Discord. Our community is a great place to find new friends to play with, have a good time, and most importantly, improve your skills.
We hold various events on a weekly basis, including 1v1 & 5v5 tournaments, meme contests, and more. There are plenty of rewards to be won, including free coaching sessions with me. To join our community, visit https://discord.gg/TuTZAeRbx5 and message me upon joining to receive your role.
Coaching
As a coach with over 6.500 hours of experience, I have a passion for helping others improve and reach their goals. By studying the techniques of renowned coaches such as LS and MagiFelix, I have developed my own unique coaching approach that has helped countless individuals and over 20 teams advance their competitive play across 5 different continents, including members of various College and University E-Sports Teams.
Some of my notable achievements include:

• Assisting a Diamond 2 player reach Challenger in just five weeks.
• Helping a Silver 2 player climb to Platinum in three weeks.
• Guiding a Diamond 3 player to Grandmaster in six weeks.

I am dedicated to continuously honing my skills and providing the best coaching experience possible to all of my clients, regardless of their rank or location.
How Does it Work?
We will schedule an initial Interview during which we can discuss your goals and I can provide a more detailed explanation of my coaching services. This interview will typically last for 3-5 minutes.
The First Session is designed to assess your current level of gameplay and identify areas for improvement. After conducting an analysis, I will create a Personalized Coaching Plan tailored to your specific needs. This plan will outline a series of sessions designed to maximize your improvement.
The Coaching Plan may include various session types, such as:

• Theory sessions: These sessions will cover key concepts such as wave management, vision, decision making, and more.
• Practical sessions: These sessions will either be VOD reviews or live games, and will be used to put theoretical knowledge into practice and analyze gameplay.
• Reviews: These sessions will occur periodically and will be used as checkpoints to track your progress and identify any additional areas for improvement.

All sessions will be personalized and created specifically for each student's needs. By following this plan, you can feel confident that you are taking the most effective steps to achieve your goals.
Personalized Support (Available 24/7)
In addition to the structured coaching sessions, I offer personalized support to my clients on a 24/7 basis. Whether you have a specific question or just want to debrief after a tough game, I am always available to help. Simply message me and I will respond as quickly as possible.
AvailabilityPricesPayments
I am able to cover any server and any timezone! Rates for both Private and Team coaching are negotiable. We will easily get the sessions to fit your budget and your needs. Payments are usually done through PayPal, however other forms of Payment such as Direct Transfer can be discussed.
Contact?
Main form of contact is Discord on which you can find me at Shelbion#8832
Feel free to message me either on Discord or through a Direct Message on Reddit and I will come back to you as quickly as possible.

The title is a SERIOUS question. I'm an autistic woman and it's difficult to understand when people are manipulating me and why it's considered okay when someone is obviously lying to me in order to get access to sex and why. I need to understand why someone would use someone they don't like for sex, I can intellectually rationalize it but I truly can't comprehend why someone would do that?
I was used by a filthy, depraved sex tourist. Picture your typical looking passport bro looking for sex in countries with dubious laws and a power dynamic that tips in their favor. I don't judge people based on their appearances but when I showed his pictures to my friends as well as the kinds of matches he got on Tinder that he added on FB, they said it's blatantly obvious that he's looking to exploit girls/women and that he has dead serial killer eyes. I later found out through social media that he used the opportunity of being in a new country to sleep with prostitutes and underage girls since he had DOZENS if not hundreds of prostitute accounts added some with CP and suspiciously looking accounts of other girls obviously still in high school. Stuff he wouldn't get away with back home.
Right after PIV for the first time he started spitting out racial slurs like he couldn't control himself and was holding it in. He then said I wasn't his "type" (nothing was said prior to him successfully shoving his dick in me or using me for other things several weeks in a row, how interesting). Why was I chosen to be treated like this? He doesn't treat other women in his life this way. He was in the country I was in for a short time and saw this as an opportunity to do whatever he wanted without it hurting his reputation at home. Only a few of the people in his life believe me or just don't care that he likes to stick it in underage girls and prostitutes. Do I need to walk with a video camera on me at all times to have enough proof? These predators are smart, they make sure there's no/minimal evidence for what they do to you and if you rightfully call them out and try to warn people about how predatory and damaging they are they try to pass it off as "harassment". He pretends to be woke and feminist (at least when it comes to white women and white women's rights, other women are free game to be used).
E-stalking revealed a lot. He dated an obese, conventionally unattractive much older poorly educated low-income/welfare type woman for several years but never posted a picture together or interacted with her much on social media. She just had her own place and he could mooch off her for a bit with access to sex. He tends to do this with girls be thinks are beneath him, I like that she detailed the entire relationship in a blog. He was so ashamed of her that he didn't even introduce her to his friends. Yet he goes on one date with a lolita "model" and has pictures together up on Facebook, he's currently talking to another lolita "model". He's VERY shallow. I wonder if he starved her on this date? Unlikely.
There's another girl, another older woman that's more his "type", she has some social currency, he started talking to her while he was still shoving his filthy dick in me. She's probably someone else he can take advantage of, financially as well since she's invested in his dumb writing projects. She has her own place and business dealing with children. I suspect they dated for a bit but he tends to get bored even if the woman is his "type". Her health clearly declined with a MASSIVE weight gain, mental health struggles but she continues to believe in him. I hope I can fully exorcize the pickme in me before I reach her age and not be stupid enough to waste ANY of my resources on abusers. He just wants to increase his body count and have another place to rotationally get free sex from, it's unlikely he cares about her well-being. He flat out told me he doesn't care if his ex-girlfriend kills herself and yet this person is blessed with real and authentic friendships that will stand with him in spite of the pain he brings to other people.
Worst of all is that he made up his sister's suicide attempt or used it to shake sex out of me one last time because he knows I have a dead sibling and would sympathize with him. Even if his sister truly tried to kill herself, he still didn't like me and already got PIV which is what he wanted in the first place. It was all a farse, he wanted me to waste my money, time and energy under the guise of a "friendship" to use me. He knew PIV was difficult and extremely painful for me because of vaginismus but he felt entitled to it. Honestly, he's more deranged than imagined. His favorite porn star is a dead ringer for his little sister, the porn star is older but they look EXACTLY alike.
Not once has this demon considered my perspective. I was a student at the time and I was short on cash, I would take the bus and metro to see him and this guy wouldn't even have the courtesy to offer me anything to eat. He looked at me like I was a gold-digger when I asked him for food after we spent several hours together... Uses my body, insults and humiliates me then goes back to his life back home, it all works out for him. He lived out of a hotel (not the filthy cheap kinds he takes his prostitutes to back home) in a foreign country because he's a nepobaby with no actual skills other than lying to girls, and it doesn't cost much to get a $2 sandwich when you know someone is coming over, it costs more to travel to and from there. Once he even rubbed it in my face that he was gonna grab something to eat (without me???) and that shitty $5 cheesecake is "too expensive" (because he gets to use my body for FREE), he probably wouldn't hesitate to spend $5 on a girl he considers human. No one should be forced to date someone they don't like, but is it okay to use someone like a free prostitute? To pretend to like them and coerce them into sex then throw racial slurs at them when they're done? To emotionally manipulate them into thinking you like them? I was a free prostitute, he wasn't the one spending his time, money or exerting any energy to see me, he was faking some kind of emotional connection. He used my body like a human fleshlight and kicked me out whenever he would get hungry or bored just because he wanted to be as cheap as possible and that's how much my body was worth to him. I was always giving him the benefit of the doubt because it didn't make sense to me that people could be this way.
I'm supposed to be a good girl after all the garbage this adult male put on me and be quiet while he gets to move on and repeat this process whenever he feels like. I truly despise him, the women that are his "type", the women he would never dare hurt and I want karma to get him. I'm not getting used by him or people like him again. People that think they're superior because of random characteristics they were born with and that they have a right to hurt people that don't fit their arbitrary patterns of beauty therefore they deserve to be taken advantage of.
I doubt I will forgive myself for allowing myself to be used by someone absolutely vile and horrendous. I didn't get anything out of it besides a venereal disease and trauma thanks to this racist and depraved animal that felt entitled to someone he didn't want. I lived in a backwards religious country at the time where pre-marital sex is illegal and had to wait 2 years before I moved somewhere else to get a full sexual health check up because guess what condoms aren't enough when the guy sleeps with prostitutes from third-world countries and god knows what else.
He even self-published books as a teenager about only ugly girls wanting him, here's the kicker. He's literally less than 5ft3in, started balding before 20 and is chronically either overweight or obese, he tends to lose weight and gain everything back cyclically, right now he's getting close to morbid obesity (based on his more recent pictures). Obviously if I cared about appearances I wouldn't have looked in his direction, except I'm not nearly as shallow as him and saw him as a three dimensional human outside of his physical form. I didn't care and clearly neither of his ex girlfriends either but if he feels entitled to use women that don't meet his physical standards, it's important to take into account his appearance. I used to look down on women that use men for their money since I've never been in the situation where I had to do it for survival, but I kind of get it now? Some men use women like free prostitutes, act like $5 is too much but expect you to waste your time and money on them. I can't comprehend how someone can do this to another person and think it's okay?
I don't plan to have sex ever again, it repulses me to be touched because I genuinely believe that the only partners I attract are people that want to get their maximum use out of me using lies/ coercion/ deceit. I don't have any desire for it after this experience, it pretty much solidified what I already know. I always saw sex as a way to connect with someone, the people I attract see it as entitlement and something similar to going to the toilet and to push for as much as they can despite me being uncomfortable with it. I waited a long time and THIS is what I get. A racist, depraved animal. While he never physically hurt me, he probably would have at some point because it was clear that after he was done, he can't conceptualize me as human, I was merely a resource to exploit.
My first boyfriend when I was barely a teen literally tried to lie to me and took the condom during sex, why do they feel entitled? Why do they push my boundaries? Why is my sexual health of little importance to these predators? Why am I blamed for "letting" it happen? Male "friends" always try to make the conversation sexual. Do I have any worth to these people besides being used like a fleshlight? Someone they feel entitled to take from? Why is it okay for these people to treat others like garbage and calling them out on their behavior is seen as "harassment"?
I have tried to date again and I find the experience overwhelming and exhausting. I can't be open with people, I'm always checking if the information they're telling me is the truth (I even caught other men in lies ie married men, men with girlfriends), I stopped using dating apps after the racist and have made efforts to be more social irl through hobby groups since at the very least these people are attracted to me physically. Except, I don't like men touching me at all in any context whatsoever. I feel like I need to date because that's what's expected, but I can't comprehend the point of dating. I always thought I was missing out, but I'm really not. Even a handshake with the opposite sex makes me squirm. Then I realized, I don't actually have to. Relationships and sex in general is not a basic human need, I would never prey on someone I don't consider human to coerce sex out of them. A lot of people demand sex, act like they go crazy without it and like it's owed to them. Most of his friends (regardless of gender) belive in this and that it's fine to lie and treat people like garbage in order to get access to their bodies.
Why am I expected to get over it when it hurts to be treated this way by people I trusted? I wish I could erase these depraved men from ever entering me, it repulses me that I allowed it, it makes me want to tear off my flesh and skin. The only thing that helps curb these CONSTANT feelings is starving and feeling faint, it's so soothing. I know when men express romantic interest in me it's because they want to take from me and hurt me. All the thoughts zone out. These vile, depraved men get to live happy lives getting the stuff they want while I'm hindered on a daily basis with constant feelings of disgust. I know there are good men out there but I don't want to risk getting hurt by another one of these predators. I can't tell the difference when someone likes me or when someone's using me and my safety is the most important thing.
I took his words at face value but they never aligned with his actions. He took pleasure in confusing and manipulating me. What did it matter to him anyway? He's getting a FREE fleshlight. The money and time spent getting there, the emotional manipulation is irrelevant because it's FREE. He's never had to work for anything in his life (no, his dumb self-published trashy incel books don't count). He's never been through any kind of pain otherwise he wouldn't selectively treat some people the way he does. It's either that or he never viewed me as human from start, he probably thought "as long as I don't physically hurt this thing I can do whatever I want". u/juankiblog

Kids, everybody’s love. But kids also mean playdates, and a lot more. model-super, the Tory candidate for Shropshire, decided to get on everybody’s nerves, by going on a random talk in the middle of the parents’ conversation on school choices. Let’s tune in!
School choices you say Shelly, I will tell you the realities of School Choices. Apart from decreasing Class Sizes, this Government’s policies on School choices is a whole bunch of crap. They first removed the Academies, now the Selective Schools, and certainly will one day scrap out free schools, and force all of your children, however smart, however they are, to standardised state schools. Why, ideology. They want to indoctrinate your children that equality somehow happens when you throw the rich kids and poor kids together.
No! It just means you’re making children feel inferior amongst each other, and doing nothing to face the reality. Uniforms can’t hide the true feelings you see. This is why, plug in, the Tories need to be pushed into power. I know Jess, you don’t like me talking about it, but here me out for once. The Tories have a concrete policy on Education, support Grammars, support academisation, support School Independence, and we will be doing exactly that. We will also be abolishing the GCSEs and replacing it with Baccalaureate styled Assessment systems which means that the year-long contributions of your child can be noted when teachers assign a final grade.
This will make the grading system more rounded, equitable and fair to all children. This is the real equity we need to give our children. We also propose to build a new National Learning Library for students aged 5-18, so that they can access their online learning resources, whenever wherever they want. This will help in their ongoing education efforts and work towards streamlined academic excellence. We also want to increase the minimum wage of 12 pounds per hour for all workers across our country. Work more, earn more, and save harder.
Coming to family, let’s all congratulate Edwards on becoming a new father. For you, we have special legislation. The Tories propose to expand both maternity and paternity leave across the UK, since both parents deserve to spend equal time with their children. We will also be increasing funding for the Family and Youth Services across the nation, to ensure we give our future the very best. We will also be drafting a new Equalities Act which will ensure every person counts, every voice matters and none of it is suppressed in ideological or political whims.
Moving to some Culture announcements, we will be introducing new "Culture and Cultural Heritage Protection Units” in Law Enforcement, who will ensure that our cultural artefacts are not smuggled out of the United Kingdom, and that everyone who does it will get punished seriously. We will also be introducing new Social Media Regulations and reviewing the prospect of a Digital Bill of Rights, to better protect you and our children from the evil forces within the Social Media World.
I think with that, we have spoken a lot. If I speak further, I’d be sent home, asked to reflect on my conduct, so yes, we have a lot more reasons to vote Tories, so please cast your vote for me this Election.
Finally fighting for breath, model-super takes his seat, but this time, with stride, and hopefully more voters on the bank. He finally has cupcakes and leaves the doll-house party, with his thoroughly embarrassed daughter, and moves home.

Demographics

• Gender: Male
• Race/Ethnicity: International
• Residence: Asia
• Income Bracket: Didn't request aid
• Type of School: Private
• Hooks (Recruited Athlete, URM, First-Gen, Geographic, Legacy, etc.): None

Intended Major(s): (write here)
Academics

• GPA (UW/W): No GPA by school policy, but unofficial GPA was 6.94/7
  • All A+ student except in freshman year
• Rank (or percentile): top 5% of 80 people
• # of Honors/AP/IB/Dual Enrollment/etc.:
  • IB HL: Econ, Math AI, English L&L
  • IB SL: Chemistry, Business, Spanish
• Senior Year Course Load:
  • Same as above

Standardized Testing
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.

• SAT I: 1570 (770RW, 800M)
• AP/IB: predicted 45/45
• TOEFL: 119

Extracurriculars/Activities
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.

1. Investment Competition Founder - Created never-before-seen opportunities for 400+ students, cooperating with 9 schools and leading a team of 25. Donated $1.1K to fin lit NGOs
2. School Economics Club Founder - Discussed with 23 members economic theory & policy, issued economic news to the school (1000+ views/week), arranged field visits to securities firms
3. Youth national assembly member - Drafted amendments to the Economic Education Support Act; provided policy counsel for teen gambling problem, reviewed by the ruling party of my country
4. City volunteediplomat - 100+ translations of local restaurant menus, translator at city council hearings & served as city tour guide; worked to close gaps in our community.
5. Varsity Tennis - Engaged in after-school practices & competed in interscholastic matches. Motivated and fostered teamwork among players.
6. MUN Club president - Taught 15 members necessary MUN skills in bi-weekly meetings, discussed global issues through mock conferences, organized foreign MUN opportunities.
7. MUN Sec-Gec - Choreographed the conference; responsible for financials, public relations, and social media management. 5.5K views, 180 delegates participated.
8. Intern at fin-lit startup - Created content for social media, provided feedback to [startup name]'s services; developed & led a free book club for students interested in entrepreneurship.
9. Intern at educational startup - Developed personal finance curriculum; held weekly lessons for students. Submitted a 10-page report suggesting potential educational products.
10. Student Artist - Created a blind contour self-portrait and abstract photography, focusing on self-identity and the environment. Received Gold Key & Honorable mention from Scholastic Art & Writing Awards.

Awards/Honors
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.

1. Chairman's Commendation Award from my country's top governmental finance organization
2. FedEx/JA International Trade Competition Global Finalist
3. Committee Chairman Award from my country's national assembly
4. City mayoral award (from city-sponsored MUN best delegate award)
5. Research award (research in economics)

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Letters of Recommendation
No way of knowing, but I know for a fact at least one of the letters has to be amazing (great relationship, favorite-student kind of thing)
Interviews
UPenn - 9/10, was great, connected well, and overall she seemed very impressed & thought I was a great fit
Princeton - 6/10, interviewer asked me some tough questions about politics and asked me to clarify something I spoke about before
Duke - 8/10, pretty good, we joked with each other and he seemed to be interested in what I was saying.
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Essays
- My common app essay received good remarks in general, and tbh I still like it. With the application cycle over, I wonder if this was only me and my essay needed large improvements.
- Supps were generally okay, I was pretty proud with my Princeton supps. Penn supps when I re-read them could have been bit better (first time writing them on early round).
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Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
I applied to all colleges as a econ/pre-econ major.
Acceptances:

• UCLA
• Carnegie Mellon University
• Boston College
• Wisconsin-Madison

Waitlists:

• Princeton
• UMich (EA Deferred Waitlisted)
• Northwestern
• Vanderbilt
• UC Berkeley
• WashU
• Rice
• UC Santa Barbara

Rejections:

• UPenn (ED Deferred Rejected)
• Duke
• Cornell

Additional Information:
I'm happy that I got into UCLA but at the same time I can't help but feel a little disappointed that I couldn't get into any other reaches. I'm of course going to wait for the waitlists but honestly not expecting much. Any comments on what might have been some weaknesses on my application would be greatly appreciated.

Demographics

• Gender: Male
• Race/Ethnicity: White (Middle Eastern)
• Type of School: Competitive Charter
• Hooks: N/A

Intended Major(s): Finance/Economics
Academics

• GPA (UW/W): 3.7/4.4
• Rank (or percentile): N/A
• # of Honors/AP/IB/Dual Enrollment/etc.: 17 APs total, rest are honors
• Senior Year Course Load: AP Psych, AP GoPo, APES, AP Stat, AP Lit, Gym

Standardized Testing

• SAT: 1130
• ACT: N/A
• AP/IB: Didn't submit any, too many that were 3 and under

Extracurriculars/Activities

1. State Vice President for Business CTSO
2. Finance Club President
3. Class President and Student Council Executive Board Member
4. Associates Degree in Middle Eastern Studies at Islamic University
5. CS/Engineering Internship at Public University studying the cause and effects of progressive collapse on buildings (blowing them up wasn't one of the things that were studied)
6. Volunteer at Local Mosque
7. Model UN; 3x Most Outstanding Delegate, 2x Honorable Mention
8. Varsity Soccer
9. Philosophy Club Treasurer
10. 4 year Feminism Club Member (gotta have the jawns thinking that I support their rights)

Awards/Honors

1. National Entrepreneurship Competition for CTSO (1st place)
2. 1st place in State Personal Finance Competition ($2500)
3. AP Scholar
4. AP Capstone Diploma
5. Chinese Honor Society

Letters of Recommendation

1. Econ Teacher (10/10): THIS GUY WAS THE MAN!!! Never suppressed my personality, taught him what rizz was, and he was just overall a badass mf. Genuinely one of the nicest people ever, and extremely supportive, even when would get in trouble for bs at school this guy had my back!!! Counselor mentioned that it was one of the best recc letter he has ever seen.
2. ELA Teacher (10/10): Taught me 3 AP classes and was strange at first. Once you unlock his personality tho, he was a menace. Bro was an avid UFC fan, and we would chop it up about Khabib, Jon Jones or our personal favorite KHAMZAT!!!
3. Counselor (8/10): Told me I wasn't going to get in anywhere and once recommended I apply to Northeastern and Stevens. Even though in those instances he pissed me off, he was really good guy. Felt like he was constantly giving 100%, and me and him would sit there talking for 2 hours straight about anything really. Was able to create a connection with him, and the letter definitely showed that.

Essays

• Common App essay (8/10): I didn't think it was insane, but it was unique in the sense that I was able to tie in my relationship with grandfather, his entrepreneurial mindset, and passion for finance. Essay was centered around Arabic proverbs/sayings my grandpa would tell me when I would visit him after going to the Mosque, and how I applied them to my life.
• Any school that had a lot of essay's I was really able to tie my app together. Having more chances to write really gave me the opportunity to cover for any other holes in my app. Was also able to show personality and tie together my application.

Decisions
Rejections

• Princeton (REA)
• UNC Chapel Hill
• Harvard
• UPenn
• UC Berkley
• UCLA
• USC
• Yale
• Cornell
• Northwestern
• Dartmouth
• Duke

Acceptances

• Penn State (Rejected from Main Campus, offered 2+2 program)
• IU - Kelley
• UT Austin - McCombs School of Business (OOS)
• UMich (OOS; Accepted into LSA, can major in Economics; awaiting Ross decision)
• UVA (OOS)

Additional Information
All in all I would say my college admissions process was interesting to say the least. I definitely regret not applying myself more through high school, because I know if I had put in the same hours as the try hards at school I would have gotten a 1550 and a 4.0. "If you think the cost of winning is too high, wait until you get the bill of regret", and as corny as it may be after Ivy Day I received the bill. I still have some nice options under my belt though, so if anyone has any advice on where I should go please feel free to mention it. Is it worth it to go to UMich if I am not at Ross, or should I just go to UT?

Demographics

• Gender: Male
• Race/Ethnicity: White
• Residence: Kansas
• Income Bracket: ~70k
• Type of School: Public
• Hooks: N/A

Intended Major(s): Physics & Mathematics Double Major
Academics

• GPA (UW/W): 3.96/4.51
• Rank (or percentile): 10/~450
• # of Honors/AP: 5/8
• Senior Year Course Load: AP Lit, Physics C, and Chem, Calc III/Linear Algebra, German IV, Marching Band, Regular US Gov & Psych (They couldn't put me in AP)

Standardized Testing

• ACT: 35 (35E, 36M, 33R, 34S)
• AP: Calc BC (5), Stats (5), Physics I (5)

Extracurriculars/Activities

1. Mellophone Section Leader, Marching Band (9-12, 12 hwk, 15 wk/yr)
2. Captain, Science Olympiad (11-12, 3 hwk, 29 wk/yr)
3. First Chair Horn, Local Youth Symphony (11-12, 2 hwk, 35 wk/yr)
4. Highest Ensemble Member, Concert Band (9-12, 5 hwk, 27 wk/yr)
5. First Chair Horn, School Symphony Orchestra (9-12, 2 hwk, 17 wk/yr)
6. Math & Science Tutor, NHS Chapter (11-12, 2 hwk, 24 wk/yr)
7. Varsity Team, Scholars Bowl (12, 2 hwk, 25 wk/yr)
8. Head Programmer, Robotics Team (11, 5 hwk, 12 wk/yr)
9. Member, Tri-M Music Honors Society (12, 1 hwk, 29 wk/yr)

Awards/Honors
So this is kinda awkward... I didn't report them? Don't ask me because I have no idea how this happened LOL. However, my letters of recommendation almost certainly included National Merit Semifinalist (now Finalist) and Seal of Bileteracy in German.
Letters of Recommendation
Counsler - 5/10
She doesn't really know me. My school changes counslers around every year (which is a dumb idea if you ask me but whatever). She probably just took what I wrote on the profile sheet.
Gifted Teacher - 8/10
Not much to say. She knows me really well, what I am passionate about, my goals, strengths, etc etc.
German Teacher - 10/10
I've had her since freshman years and she would 100% go out of her way to write a stellar recommendation letter for her students. She also knows me probably the best out of any teacher I've ever had, and I perform super well in her class.
Personal Statement - 8/10
I wrote it about baking a cake lol. I managed to connect it to a lot of things that are important to me, such as my difficult family situation, intellectual curiosity, persistence, etc. It might sound cheesy, but I had it reviewed by numerous people and they all thought that it was enjoyable to read and enlightening about my character.
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COLLEGES (Safeties not listed)
UChicago (EDII)
"Why UChicago" Essay - 6/10 I really liked it at the time, but in retrospect it seemed too metaphorical and vague instead of just being specific. It wasn't horrible or anything, but it definitely could have been better.
Uncommon Essay - 10/10 I wrote about Kepler with a fidget spinner, and honestly this essay still hits just as hard as the first time I read it.
Video - 8/10 I mostly featured some of my freetime hobbies such as music composition and cubing (I also put one of my pieces in the background). Maybe it was a bit overwhelming for the viewer?
Decision: Rejected :(
Miscellaneous Schools:
Williams (RD): Rejected
Bowdoin (RD): Rejected
Vandy (RD)
Extracirricular Supplement - 7/10 I wrote about spending time composing music and the friends I made through it from middle school onwards. It was ok.
Decision: Rejected, not disappointed because I only applied because my parents wanted me to.
WashU (RD)
Major Essay - 4/10 I thought it was fine. I looked back at it later. It was ass.
Video - 8/10 See UChicago video.
Decision: Rejected, but 100% valid considering how ass that essay was.
Northwestern (RD)
"Why Northwestern" Essay - 9/10 It wasn't anything revolutionary, but it was really good. I was really specific about why I wanted to attend, including programs, learning methodology, activities, etc.
Interview - N/A
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