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Studio C offers a wide variety of dance classes covering numerous styles and techniques. Classes are available for young toddlers all the way through teens. Private Instruction. Studio C offers private dance instruction for a more focused approach to learning. Students receive one-on-one instruction with one of our teachers. Studio C is the home of group exercise specialisits and authentic Street dance -'School of Street' based in Swadlincote, Derbyshire. Classes include Combat Boxercise, Dance aerobics, Legs bums & tums, Yoga, Yogalattes, Circuits, Weight loss, Toning, Mother and baby exercise, Mother and baby sing and play. First time here? Create your account today! Don't worry, it's quick and easy! Create Account Located in Floresville, TX, Studio C is the premier dance studio in all of Wilson County. We offer dance classes for children ages 18 months - adult. Tap, ballet, jazz, hip hop and lyrical are our specialties. Studio C School Stories: Jeremy Next Previous. Last week Jason told us an awesome, maybe slightly embarrassing, story about his time in school, if you missed it check it out here.He was just the first of the 13 cast, and this week we sit down with none other than…. Jeremy! Before we get to his School Story, just like last week, we want to see if the mustache can fool you! Studio C 94053 Rock Star 15.6-Inch Lap Top Sleeve (94053) Studio C 93290 On Spot 15. 6 inch Laptop Sleeve Studio C 94829 Naut by Nat 14 inch Laptop Sleeve Studio C 16' Laptop Sleeve, One Shine Day Studio C Sleeve for 16-Inch Laptop 95936 Studio C is committed to providing a rewarding education in dance, with an emphasis on body control and musicality, in a disciplined learning environment. Students gain physical strength and self-confidence while learning fun performing skills. We take pride in being Canal Winchester’s first dance studio and hope you are satisfied with your ... Studio C Dance Academy is a professional studio that has been locally owned and operated in Petaluma, CA since 1970. Directed by Celeste Sutter, we focus on building self-esteem and a love of dance in addition to exceptional dance technique and stage presence. One of BYUtv's most popular original series, the sketch-comedy show Studio C brings the whole family together for a laugh-out-loud good time. Don't miss the cast-featuring Tori Pence, Dalton Johnson, and several brand-new members-as they perform hilarious sketches and take on comical characters for your entertainment.

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2020.10.20 10:39 SherlockTheHomie "Music" school AKA the tale of a production and recording school drop-out

I should have sent this somewhere or started a blog but hopefully this works. Hoping it starts a discussion of some type. Its long. If your not bored or patient or taking a duece. Scroll on homie.
It was 2006, two years after I graduated highschool and I was sick of hanging around in my home town smoking herb and being the only one in my social circle trying to do something other than work an get fucked up.
I had been using Cakewalk, Reason, Acid and fruity loops or FL Studio as its known today to make music since I was 12. I had made some hip hop beats, remixed Jay-Zs black album and produced some trance/house tracks. I even had a couple of local MCs at my table, but it was time to leave.
I had toured the school with my Dad and to put it bluntly, it was me af! A school filled with other creative heads that looked like my people, nice studios, million dollar gear, nice everything. It was perfect! Right?
Every student regardless of any previous skill started off on the same page. You could be a pro and still find yourself clapping out rhythms and learning what notes are on a piano and where. One eh an ah aside, the school was selling, HARD! "Protools bruh! Its Protools or your music sucks!" Or "Bruh check out these $4,000 preamps! So juicy man!" Well, I'm broke and the more I ran into gear whores and brand pushers the more I wanted to prove them wrong and not spend money on this "school." That was the fire that started my passion and fueled my journey as a recording artist.
So why drop out? Well I wasn't getting out of it what I was supposed to. I wasn't ten times the producer, because of a class or because I learned something that elevated my skill or style. If anything I felt like my lack of money made me failure right out the gate because if they are right about protools, I'm screwed.
Word started to spread that their placement wasn't in professional studios like we all thought. Cats were getting that certificate and heading over to best buy or guitar center or even worse, some random guy named greg who reached out to the school to get an unpaid intern to work in his sketchy at home studio.
There was one "professor" that I wont name who had actually been a very relevant famous-ish producer and after class one day near the end of my time, gave me the brutal and oh so punk, truth about all this razzle dazzle.
"People who work in this industry AND make money, do so because they are good at what they do and they met the right people. Not because they have some dumb certificate."
That was all I needed to hear. I told my parents. Talked to the douchy used car salesman aka the chancellor or owner of the school and gtfo. No more protools advertising. At last.
At the end of my first and only year. I had networked and collaborated with numerous insanely talented nobodys like myself. I had picked up the guitar, started rapping, started singing, I developed a sound I felt was true to myself and wasn't affraid to go all in. The praise I recieved from my peers and from my teachers built me up into a machine. I had productive friends. I had options for shows. I was performing. I was surrounded by people who lived, drank, smoked and slept music. I recorded everything on a $300 setup and it sounded better than Chris's wack mix on his $3000 setup. I was doing it. I had gotten what I needed to get out of that place and I realized I could have gotten all of it without the school. Without paying money.
Over the next 8 years I wrote, produced and recorded around 50 songs and made around $300 as an artist. I Engineered and mixed a couple of albums, that paid me $3,000. I was doing music, I was damn good at it and it was fun but it did not pay the bills. As 30 started to creep up on me I made a choice. Stop chasing the dream and get a real career. Like... with health insurance.
One by one I watched each talented artist I knew slowly fade into adulthood. Some stuck it out, most didn't. One got signed to Atlantic and then got dropped 6 months later. Talked to her last week and she told me she hasnt sang in years. Most are still broke, still playing at the same 5 or 6 venues for close to nothing. It's a grind. It's a gamble and most of us always lose.
To bring this all to a head. Or a foot. The music industry is the worst part about music, especially now. Music at its core is about creativity, expression, passion and art. The second it becomes about money. It's a business. It ain't about the art. Hence the birth of the phrase "selling out." I thought there were a lot of people getting into music when I was going to school, but now? It's like everybodys got a twitch, onlyfans or a soundcloud.
So DO MUSIC to DO MUSIC. Not to get popular, not to get famous, or to get rich. Do it for yourself, for your soul, to make YOU happy. Wanna put it out there in the sphere? Do it! See what happens. Promote yourself! Because thats what you're promoting. You! Meet people, shake hands, DM, make posts. But watch those expectations.
Cuz the second you start to focus on the wrong thing is the second that this lifestyle looks at you and says "crushing feelings of disappointment and failure! Activate!" You'll constantly beat yourself up, analyze yourself, debate changing styles, the longer you focus on that wrong goal and fail. At first it feels like its drive. It's whats making you get better and sometimes thats true. But eventually, it'll wear you down until years later when your biggest fan is yourself and you feel like you failed because it never led to "success."
That kind of success only happens to a very small fraction of us. The kind of success you need. Is the kind that YOU define. I highly recommend just making music for yourself. Its pretty cheap and its fun.
I picked up music again after 5 years when Covid happened. It's been a great year personally. I'm back doing what I love and I'm not making a dime off it, just like old times. :)
It's like 4am. I might regret this. Oh well. Send it!
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2020.10.20 10:28 lsatfella [Profile Review:] 26M / 710 GMAT / Entertainment / Middle Eastern / 3.26 GPA

MBA Info
Why I want an MBA: I got into entertainment to one day be a studio executive, but in my various roles, I've had some experience with the strategy and marketing aspects of the business I'd like to explore more. I think an MBA would go a long way in refining a lot of the skills I've picked up in my career and allow me to pivot to other roles outside of production and development.
Why I want an MBA now: I took the GMAT last year just to keep the business school option open. I felt more or less confident that I would make creative executive in the next year or so, but with the pandemic, I'm not so confident anymore. A lot of my friends have been laid off, so I see this as an "insurance policy" in a way. I've been lucky not to be laid off so far, but I don't see any promotions coming in the near future.
Target schools: UCLA, USC, others (haven't done too much research, I'm considering applying widely to the top 20)
Work experience: 2 years as a production assistant at Netflix, 1 year as a coordinator at Disney, 2 years as an animation coordinator at my current role at Sony Pictures (I've become more involved with creative development and business development in this role as well). I've acted as a creative consultant on my friend's indie video game studio start-up, helping him with branding and strategy. We currently have a game with over 50,000 downloads.
Extracurriculars and other experience: I won a screenwriting competition 2 years out of undergrad and ended up selling the script to a company that produced it for Audible (a short serialized kids book that went for 10 episodes). I've been a junior board member on a charity for cancer patients for the past five years, a cause particularly important to me because I lost both my parents to cancer by the time I turned 21 years old (that's also a reason for my relatively low GPA, but I don't see that being the biggest issue in the world).
Undergrad school/major: Chapman University. Screenwriting. 3.26 GPA
Other education/coursework: N/A
Race/nationality: Middle Eastern
Sex: Male
Stats
GMAT Score: 710 Undergrad GPA: 3.26
I don't know too much about business schools admissions and I'm very early in my process. I plan on applying next year in round 1. I would prefer not to leave the LA area and I'm convinced that UCLA is the very top business school for the entertainment industry, but I'd be stupid not to go to a better one if I got in, right?
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2020.10.20 08:58 Odd_Papaya_966 Why would an employer want you to have full documents if you're already an e2?

Hello, I asked this in the English teachers sub and didn't get any responses. I keep seeing ads for jobs where they are requesting you to have apostiled background checks and diplomas -- seemingly even if you're an e2.
Seems like it would be a hassle to me to try and get that from here. Is this a translation problem or something or do they really want those documents before you apply?
■ location : CHEONAN, SSANGYONG,
■ Visa type : E2, F VISA[WITH FULL DOCUMENTS]
■ working condition :
FULL = 2PM-8.15PM /CLASS STARTS AT 3PM /AVG 5TEACHING HOUR A DAY / 2.3-2.5MIL /E2, F VISA
PART = 3DAYS /MON,WED,FRI/ 3PM-8PM / 1.9-2.0MIL / ONLY F VISA
■ FULL BENEFITS :[FULL] housing or allowance[2BEDROOM APT, NOT SINGLE STUDIO, 10days break, severance pay, single flight ticket, insurance, pension 50%
■ About School : american director / has all the program set up / super easy work / female director /
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2020.10.20 08:02 Appropriate-Emu7042 Make Your Kids Fall In Love With The Quran With These Tips!

Make Your Kids Fall In Love With The Quran With These Tips!
For every Muslim parent, it is an honor to see their kids fall in love with the Quran and Allah. Loving the Quran is not just restricted to memorizing specific verses (aayaat) but it's much more than it. When a child begins to fall in love with Quran, they are excited to recite aayaat and understand their recitations. This is where parents can play a key role in helping their child understand Quran and develop a strong bond with the holy text. Here's a list of tips that you can follow to instill love for Quran in your kid's heart:

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Share Beautiful and Inspiring Stories of Quran

Each story of the Quran is followed by a lesson and an inspiration. Make sure that you share these stories with your kids by reading children's books concerned with topic. Sharing such stories will help your kids boost their understanding of the Quran and get closer to Allah.

Make Dua

For a believer and worshipper of Allah, Dua is of paramount importance. As a parent, it is your duty to make your kids understand the significance of making Dua. One has to purify their intentions before they make Dua and understand that whatever they do or wish to do has to be for the sake of Allah. Always remember the virtues ofthe beautiful Quranto stay motivated. As a parent, it is vital that you make sure that whatever your children do is good in the eyes of God and pleasing to Allah.

Make Your Kids Listen to the Quran Often

If your child is a newborn and still a baby, allow the Quran to soothe them when they cry or feel anxious. Mothers can help kids establish a deep connection with Quran even before the kid is born. While you're still pregnant, play the recitation of Quran in the house and listen to it while you're doing household chores or simply relaxing. As your child grows up, continue to play the recitation of Quran around them in the house. When the child gets familiar with Quran, it becomes easy for them to read and also memorize the holy text.

Explain the Meaning of the Chapters/Verses

Besides making your children listen to the Quran regularly, make them understand the different verses. Tell them enough to build their interest and capture their attention without overwhelming them.

Encourage Your Kids

Do not force your kids to do too much at once and make listening to the Quran a chore for them. You just need few minutes at a time to gain the attention of your kids but stay consistent with your Quran lessons. Eventually you'll see your kids wanting to listen to the Quran for longer periods. Also, do not punish your kids when you see them getting tired or frustrated with the learning process. Your punishment can lead to your kids building resentment for the holy book and you wouldn't want that. The idea is to make your kids fall in love with the Quran and not just listen to it in order to make you happy. You can also make your kids develop a bond with the Quran via an online Quran school or online Quran classes. These classes are specially designed for kids to make the learning of the Quran become easy and interesting for them. Also, encourage your kids whenever they listen to the Quran or recite it to you. This will boost the morale of your kids and they would want to delve more into the holy text.

Lead by Example

Kids learn things better from the examples set by their parents. Explain to your kids the importance of the Quran by depicting your love for it and how the text has helped you in life. In the end, you can just do your best and leave the rest to Allah. Let he become your guide throughout the process of making your child fall in love with the Quran.
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2020.10.20 07:41 nick3790 A bit of a story of my life type deal, but hopefully a bit of a “how I fell into an existential pit and lived to tell the tale” as well.

I had an average childhood for the first decade of my life, small town, dad worked an office job for the government, mom held scrapbooking parties, etc, etc... I was a smart kid though, I learned to speak sooner than most, I had insane energy, i got high grades, I used to lay upside down and recite stuff off the tv, and I’d go into these hyper and anxious fits where I’d just run nonstop around the house literally for hours on end without a sign of getting tired, and I always knew how to see into the hearts of people and use my words like the crack of a whip. My dad could never get one over me, and the man could read people like nobodies business, probably why he decided to go into psychology, but I was a stubborn kid, a realist. He could never convince me of any fairytale, myth, or Christmas legend, and I was quick with my words. He passed away when I was ten, last thing I ever said to him was that I hated him, and I’ve regretted that for all my life. After he passed I was angry, I beat my younger brother, I would break things, I hung out with all the wrong people, and out of frustration I moved away from my family at 15/16; the highschool I went to doubled as a boarding school, so not exactly “moving out” but I didn’t want anything to do with my family, and after I moved I didn’t see them all that often. The supervision in the boarding school was shorty at best, and at first I loved that, it gave me time to understand myself a little better and I spent a good deal of my first semester or so just reading poetry and playing guitar in the woods nearby, almost always skipping classes...... but there was a lot of shit going on out of view, mostly kids getting high, but some scarier shit as well, at sixteen I helped a friend steal a car and we got into an accident, I was sentenced six months open custody nearly two years later (the courts are insanely slow) because of my past issues with anger and my defiance to authority. I ended up spending most of my time in an actual detention centre however because of just how little room there was in the place I was supposed to originally stay, and I just got bounced around in the system for my whole sentence. But I learned a lot and I got over a ton of past issues that had been holding me back, it really helped me come to terms with the fact that I didn’t belong in a cell, and I didn’t want to hurt people in my life anymore. When I got out I was 18 and immediately headed into college, I think it was about a 2-3 weeks after being released that I had my first class. It was just art school, but it was still a lot of stress and I switched my program after a year and stayed another year and a half before finally dropping out. This was also the period in which I first tried psychedelics...Even still I’d have to say the long nights spent in art studios and the midnight college karaoke sessions made those years some of the happiest in my life. As a high school drop out I spent a lot of time wandering, I lived on the edge of town and I used to take long walks to this creepy little cemetery a few miles down the open highway. In hindsight it was probably a little dangerous, but I wanted to learn the blues, odly enough this around when I started smoking weed as well. After about a year of doing shit all I decided it was time for a big change and for whatever reason I moved 3500km away from my family, away from a small town/city of about 11,000 to Montreal, a bolstering city of 4.2 million people. I had dreams of pursuing music, sipping coffee in tiny cafes, trekking across the city with my guitar on my back, meeting new people, and really making something out of myself. But things took a turn quickly. I figured out soon that not much was different really, compared to the place I came from, sure the language was different, the architecture, the culture, the food, but people were people, and I was still me. I tried finding a place to play music, but was discouraged, I got into my head and told myself I wasn’t good enough. It only made things worse that I started to develop a condition in my throat that impeded not only my ability to swallow foods properly, but also impeded my ability to keep pitch/tone and sing. I spiralled, I started smoking like crazy, a few fans every single night, which to some may not seem like a lot, but I was also mixing it with tobacco, which if you don’t know has been shown to increase the effects of thc. I’d do a gram joint of sativa to get my brain going, then a cigarette to really kick it up a notch, then I’d do another joint or two of indica. I was also drinking, I was drunk multiple nights a week, and almost always to the point of vomiting. And then I also had the idea start taking shrooms, I was off the rails... but here’s where it gets somewhat existential, ontop of all the drugs in my system, for whatever reason, I also thought it was a great idea to burn through poetry by Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Bukowski, and read a ton of absurdist and existential philosophy, from Camus to Nietzsche, to Hegel and Wittgenstein. I also started heavily digesting Buddhist teachings and literature, and I would go to sleep most nights listening to Harvard or Yale psych and philosophy lectures, and as for music I was listening to all sorts of psychedelic rock, as well as melodramatic shit like The Doors and Nick Cave. I was really sending my brain through the ringer, and I took a dive bomb. Looking back it may have been something akin to an actual spiritual awakening, but I’m not quite convinced that isn’t just me justifying what I experienced, trying to make it a positive when it clearly wasn’t at the time, no matter what has or will come from it. I fell hard. I remember coming home at night and clutching my chest, barely able to make it past the front door, just stuck sitting on the floor unable to think clearly or even move. I’d go to work but was always fidgety and out of balance, I took a million bathroom breaks to go write in my journal in the bathroom and all of it was mostly paranoid garbage, I truly felt like I was going insane... and yet somehow amongst all of that I would have these moments of euphoria like I’ve never experienced, it felt like I was seeing everyone around me for the first time, I’d stand on my tip toes in the subway and just look across an ocean of people and feel my heart skip, it was like I was two feet off the ground. I started to believe that I was perhaps bipolar, or somehow autistic, or something else on the mental health spectrum, but everything I was feeling was completely new to me in those months, and I have not returned to that exact state. Around February/March of this year is when things really plumeted however. Coming out of that mindfuck of an experience and having to deal with the reality that is covid ontop of it, well it really tested me. I quit all of my bad habits almost immediately, I was smart enough to know that I couldn’t take them with me and live, I was in a bad enough place already, but I felt something worse coming. I was never able to quit so many things cold turkey before and be successful, but I stopped smoking weed and cigarettes, I stopped drinking, hell I even stopped chewing my nails, switched all my music and and I just braced myself. After my existential pit I had lost all sense of my personal identity, I had no beliefs to cling to, I had no support group, my life was a mess, and I’d sucked all the wonder out of anything I might grasp onto. Suddenly it all just went quiet. Then after a short withdrawal/detox I started having panic attacks at everything. The music didn’t feel right, the lights were to bright or dim, the noises from outside were too loud, anything stimulating was too much, and anytime I went into my mind (which up until this point was were I’d retreat for safety) I’d have another panic attack. Then I started having really graphic and intense nightmares, and I pushed everything away from myself. I was more paranoid than ever before, neurotic, irritable, and unbelievably confused. it was intense. But slowly amd surely I started to find my way out. I used to hate my job, but not being work anymore ended up being in my favor. I took time to prioritize what I needed, I inadvertently had stopped most bad habits of mine, and with a little luck I found someone to love, someone who could love me, I moved to a new place, I started gardening, I got a new pet, and though I’m still very much not in the best place, I feel like things are finally turning up, even if I don’t know what that entirely means for me yet, and I have no idea what I want or what direction I’m going to take, the thing is, for the first time in a long time, I’m ok. I don’t have panic attacks often if at all anymore, my mood is much more stable, and I can breath a little bit more. What’s more, I’m actually taking some initiative for my physical health and I feel like, even if it’s a very long road, that I’m on the road to something better, and I’m happy with that.
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2020.10.20 06:22 etherealsunflower Recommend match and safety schools for me?

I realized that I don't have a lot of safety schools and could use more match schools on my list. Thank you!!
Me: Filipino American, female, middle class. From New York. I have younger siblings so it would be preferred that I get financial aid. I'm not sure how much my parents make.
GPA: 97.3 W
SATS: 1260 (680 RW, 580 Math) 21/24 Essay
SAT II World History: 640
Past Classes/APs:
Freshman Year AP's/Honors: AP World History (3 due to a teacher who barely taught): Only 1 AP because it's the only one my school offers to Freshman and Sophomores.
Living Environment Honors, Literature Honors.
Sophomore Year AP's/Honors: AP World History (2-year course)
Chemistry Honors, Literature Honors, French Honors.
Junior Year AP's: AP Lang, AP US History, AP Environmental.
French Honors, Art Honors.
Senior Year AP'S: AP Portfolio (Studio Art), AP Bio, AP Gov. (I would take more but I'm only able to take 3 AP's next year since my school limits the amount of credits you can have in your schedule)
French Honors, Literature Honors.
EC's:
Freshman Year:
  1. Art Club
  2. Photography Club
  3. Girls Who Code (Coding Club)
Sophomore Year:
  1. Speech and Debate - Qualified for and went to national tournament
  2. Guitar Ensemble
  3. Art Club
  4. Multicultural Club
  5. Women in Healthcare and Medicine
  6. Dance Team
Junior Year:
  1. Speech and Debate (Dramatic Performance Team Captain) - Qualified for state and national tournaments but were cancelled due to COVID
  2. Asian Culture Club (President and Founder)
  3. Guitar Ensemble
  4. Art Club
  5. Black Student Union
  6. Advocates for Climate Change
  7. Helping Hands (Mental Health)
  8. Multicultural Club
  9. Black Student Union
  10. French Club
Senior Year: (upcoming)
  1. Speech and Debate (Dramatic Performance Head Captain)
  2. Asian Culture Club (President and Founder)
  3. Black Student Union (Treasurer and raises funds for Equal Justice Initiative)
  4. Advocates for Climate Change
  5. Multicultural Club - - I aim to start this new event called the Multicultural Festival at my school to celebrate diversity through the school through hands-on activities
  6. French Club
  7. Guitar Ensemble
  8. Art Club
  9. Helping Hands (Mental Health)
Video Editing - I have experience in video editing as a hobby and am familiar with using professional software like Adobe After Effects and Final Cut Pro X. I can do motion graphic work, typography, and a little of 2D animation.
Classical Guitar - 4 years; I'm very dedicated to classical guitar and practice 3-4 days a week. I achieved a high score of 4 "outstanding" (scale of 1-4) on NYSSMA Level 3 Freshman year. I was supposed to enter in a Classical Guitar Competition this year but it got cancelled because of COVID. I plan to do it next year.
Violin - I play violin in the school orchestra and have been playing for 5 years.
Piano - I've been self-teaching myself piano since the beginning of high school.
Art - I have been doing art for all of my life and I was able to have my art in an exhibit for an all county high school art competition.
Honors: I've been on honors lists and principals list so far and I'm a member of the National Honor Society.
Major: I'm unsure but I'm looking into
  1. Animation
  2. Psychology
  3. Medicine
  4. Computer Science
What I would like: Medium population. Diversity because I come from a predominantly white school and it would be nice to have an Asian student body (at least 10% would be nice). I like the urban setting since I spend a lot of time in NYC but would prefer a traditional campus in an urban setting. I don't really like the idea of my school just being a single building. I would like a healthy environment with a bunch of extracurriculars. I would appreciate a social school located in an area with a lot to do (especially to hang out with friends). I would also like a nice campus!
Location: I like NY and DC because I've been there the most. Mostly east coast oriented but I'm open to west coast as well.
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2020.10.20 06:22 cbells1995 Cleveland Housing

I will be starting school at Cleveland Clinic in January and am in search of a 1B/1B apartment or studio within 15 minutes of Cleveland Clinic. I prefer washer and dryer in unit with off street parking. Does anyone have recommendations on a safe and affordable place for me?
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2020.10.20 06:16 Temporary_Scratch_14 SKRIBBL WORD LIST

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bow
Apple
chest
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Youtube
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McDonalds
Donald Trump
Patrick
stop sign
Superman
tooth
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keyboard
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Pikachu
Harry Potter
Nintendo Switch
Facebook
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Peppa Pig
SpongeBob
Creeper
octopus
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Twitter
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Jesus Christ
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Pepsi
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thunderstorm
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Angry Birds
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Captain America
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Easter Bunny
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watch
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arrow
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Cookie Monster
Iron Man
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2020.10.20 06:10 metta- Anyone have parents who are obsessed with multi-level-marketing schemes? (Vent)

Long story short, my mother absolutely does not listen and is easily influenced by ANYTHING she sees on facebook or hears about from her friends. She also doesn't take any accountability, guilt trips and is that person who just wants to brag (always tells her friend that she does hot yoga and actually upgraded her hot yoga account under my sister's credit card without telling her. Note: We got her a Christmas gift to a really nice studio for a 3MO Trial period but she didn't want it and traded it into the unlimited membership instead lol). She always gets sucked into useless products that could have a potential harm on her health, I think she has some thyroid issues. It's not that products itself that are super harmful - don't know if you guys have heard of Amway? Hemohim? She takes multiple supplements and she claims that it helps her. I mean who knows, maybe it does but she spends like $400 bucks on this crap a month (actually my dad pays for this, poor dude). My dad actually isn't as bad - I get along with him more and he listens to me. But when my cousin who is pretty smart and is known in the family for being a genius and detail-oriented, my mom was like REALLY? And blamed all the product buying on my dad when she is the one using the products. My dad used them too but after going to the emergency room and having diabetes, he immediately stopped using those products.
I get that my mom is easily influenced and traditional but it's so hard to NOT bring it up when these products just seem fishy and your parent's health is involved. I also understand that my mom doesn't get enough exposure and didn't finish school but it hurts to sometime feel defeated or dismissed when your mom doesn't want to acknowledge her own daughter. Did I mention she said she supported Trump? Bc one of her friends is voting for them? But when my friends were over and we were watching the debate and we were rooting for Biden, she immediately was acting like she supported Biden and then told me she still supported Trump. Anyways, just wanted to get this off my chest and see if anyones on the same boat? Ever get your point across to your parents?

Thanks!
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2020.10.20 06:03 etherealsunflower Recommend match and safety schools for me?

I realized I don't have enough match schools and
Me: Filipino American, female, middle class. From New York. I have younger siblings so it would be preferred that I get financial aid. I'm not sure how much my parents make.
GPA: 97.3 W
SATS: 1260 (680 RW, 580 M) with 21/24 essay
SAT II World History: 640
Past Classes/APs:
Freshman Year AP's/Honors: AP World History (3 due to a teacher who barely taught): Only 1 AP because it's the only one my school offers to Freshman and Sophomores.
Living Environment Honors, Literature Honors.
Sophomore Year AP's/Honors: AP World History (2-year course)
Chemistry Honors, Literature Honors, French Honors.
Junior Year AP's: AP Lang, AP US History, AP Environmental.
French Honors, Art Honors.
Senior Year AP'S: AP Portfolio (Studio Art), AP Bio, AP Gov. (I would take more but I'm only able to take 3 AP's next year since my school limits the amount of credits you can have in your schedule)
French Honors, Literature Honors.
EC's:
Freshman Year:
  1. Art Club
  2. Photography Club
  3. Girls Who Code (Coding Club)
Sophomore Year:
  1. Speech and Debate - Qualified for and went to national tournament
  2. Guitar Ensemble
  3. Art Club
  4. Multicultural Club
  5. Women in Healthcare and Medicine
  6. Dance Team
Junior Year:
  1. Speech and Debate (Dramatic Performance Team Captain) - Qualified for state and national tournaments but were cancelled due to COVID
  2. Asian Culture Club (President and Founder)
  3. Guitar Ensemble
  4. Art Club
  5. Black Student Union
  6. Advocates for Climate Change
  7. Helping Hands (Mental Health)
  8. Multicultural Club
  9. Black Student Union
  10. French Club
Senior Year: (upcoming)
  1. Speech and Debate (Dramatic Performance Head Captain) - qualified for national and state tournament but was cancelled due to COVID
  2. Asian Culture Club (President and Founder)
  3. Black Student Union (Treasurer and raises funds for Equal Justice Initiative)
  4. Advocates for Climate Change
  5. Multicultural Club - - I aim to start this new event called the Multicultural Festival at my school to celebrate diversity through the school through hands-on activities
  6. French Club
  7. Guitar Ensemble
  8. Art Club
  9. Helping Hands (Mental Health)
Video Editing - I have experience in video editing as a hobby and am familiar with using professional software like Adobe After Effects and Final Cut Pro X. I can do motion graphic work, typography, and a little of 2D animation.
Classical Guitar - 4 years; I'm very dedicated to classical guitar and practice 3-4 days a week. I achieved a high score of 4 "outstanding" (scale of 1-4) on NYSSMA Level 3 Freshman year. I was supposed to enter in a Classical Guitar Competition this year but it got cancelled because of COVID. I plan to do it next year.
Violin - I play violin in the school orchestra and have been playing for 5 years.
Piano - I've been self-teaching myself piano since the beginning of high school.
Art - I have been doing art for all of my life and I was able to have my art in an exhibit for an all county high school art competition and chosen in the top 35% in a national art contest.
Honors: I've been on honors lists and principals list so far and I'm a member of the National Honor Society.
Major: I'm unsure but I'm looking into
  1. Animation
  2. International Business
  3. Psychology
  4. Computer Science
What I would like: Medium population. Diversity because I come from a predominantly white school and it would be nice to have an Asian student body (at least 10% would be nice). I like the urban setting since I spend a lot of time in NYC and definitely would like a school located in a place with a lot to do. I would like a healthy environment with a bunch of extracurriculars. I would enjoy a school with a good social life. I would also like a nice campus (traditional if possible)!
Location: I like NY and DC because I've been there the most. Mostly east coast oriented but I'm open to the west coast as well.
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2020.10.20 05:46 OldmanRevived I saw one movie (A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting)

Trailer
"A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting" is simultaneously so bizarre and so banal that it's a first: it appears to have been written by an extraterrestrial who not only doesn't understand English-language idioms or American pop culture, but has a completely alien understanding of concepts such as cause and effect, and hails from an alternate universe in which temporal and spatial relationships are unlike anything we on earth are familiar with.
Very little thought was put into this movie, which plays like one of those rush jobs that studios put together to cash in on some fad. The kids of the world might not be riding some heretofore unknown monster craze, and if they are, this movie is not the one to look for. At some point, we must exclude the obvious care and hard work of the movie's design teams, who have created elaborate sets and costumes that at least give the movie the look of some carefully considered fantasy world. It's always a shame to see such craft wasted on a story that's as generic as this one.
Tamara Smart plays a high school freshman named Kelly, although everyone derisively calls her Monster Girl because of a story she’s told about the scary creature who visited her in the night when she was a child. She is looking forward to a Halloween party with her friends and the boy she has not yet had the nerve to talk to. But it turns out that her mother and father are also going to a Halloween party, held by her mother's company, and they have promised the boss that Kelly will babysit.
Her boss is the snarky Mrs. Zellman (Tamsen McDonough). She gives Kelly a long list of don'ts for taking care of her son Jacob (Ian Ho). Jacob is afraid of the monsters he sees in his nightmares. Kelly reassures him, and says that when she was his age she thought the monsters in her nightmares were real, too. But then she grew up and is scared of real-life things like inequality and climate change. She puts the boy to bed and settles in for a night on the couch, until she checks on Jacob to find him snatched by doofy little CGI monsters.
These are known as Toadies, and they're led by The Grand Guignol (Tom Felton). Jacob's gift for creating imaginative nightmares has made him a tempting target because his dreams can help create an army of infinite nightmares to ruin the world. Kelly is at a loss, and then Liz Larue (Oona Laurence) arrives on a motorcycle, with a baby in her backpack. She is part of a centuries-old cadre of monster-fighting babysitters. They have a headquarters and gadgets and chapters all over the world. Supposedly, Merlin, Rosa Park, and Frida Kahlo are among their alumni.
None of it is important, and by the end, it becomes apparent that the plot of the movie has two purposes: to set up a sequel and to get from one action sequence to the next. We know there will be giant monsters fighting humans, and director Rachel Talalay has either toned down the panicky, incoherent staging and cutting of these sequences or it has become easier to grow accustomed to them. Either way, we can actually see giant monsters fighting here, which is a good step forward. The next step would be to actually make us care about them.
The movie is a messy affair, and its goofiness goes beyond the ludicrous action. At times, the screenplay sounds as if it has been translated from one language into English, before being translated into a third language and back to English again. One-liners don't make sense in the context of, well, anything on screen or, for that matter, in any context. Look, "A Babysitter’s Guide to Monster Hunting" is bad, but is it too much to ask that the filmmakers simply acknowledge and embrace how bad it is?
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2020.10.20 03:44 justin12345436234 Chance me at top business schools

Hello - thank you all for doing this! I live in New Jersey and go to a relatively small public high school. My rank is 15/197 and my GPA is 4.03 UW/ 4.4688 W.
My SAT score is 1580 (780 800 M)
Classes: always highest level available (straight A's, one A-). AP lang, AP Stats, AP Physics, APUSH, AP macro, AP Lit, APES, AP Comp Sci Principles, AP Calc AB
EC: Co-captain of nationally ranked club soccer team - co-captain varsity soccer team - president investment club - 50 hour YMCA volunteer - Intern with local nonprofit (130 hours) - Intern with startup company (70 hours) - Intern with positive psychology studio (60 hours) - Founder of website where I interview business founders - finalist (out of 200 kids) in business pitch competition - National Honors Society - Tri-M music honors society - That's all I can think of from my common app that stand out
Essays: Solid overall, main essay is a unique topic that defines who I am
LOR: Should be decent (not really sure - I am very close with both of the teachers)
Schools: Cornell, UPenn, Wash U St. Louis, Carnegie Mellon, and Babson are all at the top of my list

Do I have a real chance at any of these schools (kind of worried about my rank)? Are there any other schools that have a top business school that I might be able to get in to?


Thanks again!
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2020.10.20 03:34 abrightgrayworld Laptop for schoolwork/gaming/digital art and audio/video production (budget in CAD)

Hello! I'm looking for a laptop that would be good for schoolwork (I'm in grad school), some light-to medium gaming (I play a lot of indie games), and with a good colour accuracy for video production and graphic design (though this doesn't have to be the absolute best, as I am just a beginner and delving into this field, but I would like over 80% sRGB if possible and good colour accuracy? though if any artists have more insight into this, that would be great). I'm also planning on editing a lot of audio, so it would be great if I could get enough power for this.

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2020.10.20 03:15 RevolutionaryMC1708 Can yall help me with some career input/decesions?

To start out, I'm a senior in college majoring in business management and entrepreneurship. I started playing sports when I was about 2-3 years old and ended up playing college football my freshmen year in college. I got hurt and had to quit which lead me to think about life more often.
As I kid, I would either be playing sports, making youtube videos, or with my friends (being outside, video games, all that). I really enjoyed sports and making videos. I would get around 500-10 k views on those videos but I stopped because I didn't want people making fun of me(a regret but a good lesson). In High school I just focused on my sports and hanging with my friends. I never worried about school but I was always kinda naturally good at it. I've been very lazy when it comes to school I.e. Not studying for an exam and expecting myself to get an A.
in the past year, I've tried to branch out and see what I like on life. I've tried making music, dabbling in photography, investing, playing tennis, reading, etc. For music, I really enjoy making it but I don't seem to have the right sounds working in harmony. It's not bad music but it doesn't flow like I want it to. I'm making music on FL studio and I understand everything about the software. So it made me interested in tech. I've learned to code a little, enough to make a website but not much further.
The last thing I want to be is a jack of all trades. I want to specialize in something but I want that something to be a strength of mine where I can excel.
Side note: I have dyslexia and add. I want to use my strengths from these disabilities and do something great with them.
I'm a very outgoing person. I have no problem with talking with anyone about anything. I’m would say I’m high on the emotion intelligence scale but I could take some more communication classes. My friends and family think I’m a really deep thinker and good at math as well as a visionary. With that being said, I haven’t decided on a career path per say yet. Next next I’ll be attending a grad school in the U.K. (Im from the states) and most likely will be majoring in finance or computer science. My end goal is to be an entrepreneur.
These are some careers that people have either suggested to me or I’ve looked into myself: data scientist, musician, data analyst, entrepreneur, economist, accountant, programmer, professor, lawyer, and psychiatrist.
Thank you for any help or input
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2020.10.20 03:07 mtp6921 I am Christine Smith.

I was a product of a self righteous father who ingrained in me that less is better. When the popularity of the internet was in full force in the early 2000’s I took a back seat to it. In fact I didn’t have any social media accounts.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I graduated from high school in the early 2000’s so I joined the peace corps where I traveled to Africa and South America. I had mixed emotions regarding my experiences especially in Africa, where I wasn’t viewed very highly as being a woman.
I finally gave up all my traveling and even my religion in 2019. I was a different person now I started to find more answers on the internet versus looking through the Bible. The priests and ministers that I at one time thought as the know all be alls some how had lost their luster with me.
I essentially had to start all over in my 30’s. I enrolled in nursing school and I wanted to reconnect with everyone from my past.
My parents had me in their 40’s and unfortunately both of them have died. I was an only child, but I did have cousins, though I haven’t seen or heard from them in about 20 years.
I decided to start a Facebook account. I’ve learned that being named Christine Smith and having a common looking face aren’t always the best combinations. Growing up I had a ton of doppelgängers. My parents were German and Irish which somehow gave he very common facial features on top of the millions of Chris Smith’s out there.
My hometown was in Bristol Pennsylvania, which has more people commuting to New York City than people actually working in Philadelphia, which is only less than an hour away.
I created my Facebook page and I started to find and attempted to add people from my past. The people I met in the Peace Corps were easy and accepted my friend request right away. My relatives and high school friends were a different story.
I sent a message to my first cousin Lauren. We were both the same age and we would see each other on a regular basis growing up. I didn’t get a response. I thought she would have been like “wow I missed you,” but I received nothing back. In fact, I had received no responses other than people who were living in South America and Africa. I was really starting to feel alone being back in Pennsylvania. All the people who I knew growing up with either I lost their phone numbers or they had moved. I had a good amount of close friends in high school from all of the sports activities I was involved in.
The loneliness really caught up to me one Friday night on top of being ghosted by everyone that I had grown up with. I was “stalking” people on Facebook and I noticed that my cousin Lauren had a friend whose Facebook page wasn’t set to private. I learned from this friend that Lauren was actually getting married next week. I was looking through photos and noticed that Lauren had a bachelorette party last Saturday. I felt extremely hurt that I wasn’t even invited to the upcoming wedding. I thought to myself what did I do or what did my family do to make everyone ghost me. As I continued to look through Lauren’s bachelorette photos I came across something very odd. Lauren had five bridesmaids and one of them was tagged as Chris Smith.
I clicked on Chris Smith and her page was set to private, but She had Bensalem Pa on her main page for the public to see. I thought to myself that’s odd that this Chris Smith lived in the next town over to Bristol which was practically walking distance. Another odd thing was Chris Smith could almost pass for me. Almost the same way that Alec Baldwin’s character looks like Donald Trump during the SNL skit though it doesn’t take long to realize the differences in their facial features.
I was a little bit taken back. I said out loud to myself “no this can’t be. Is there someone impersonating me?”
All of my high school friends had their Facebook pages set to private, but one girl, Becky who I knew from field hockey. She had her friends as viewable to the public. Becky had this Chris Smith as a friend. Now I’m fairly convinced that something shady is going on. I grew up in Bristol and I don’t remember a Chris Smith from the neighboring town who knows two people that I know.
Since no one was responding to me on Facebook, I decided to show up to my cousins wedding this weekend. I saw a wedding announcement online but I didn’t see the location. I must have contacted 20 different wedding venues before I found the venue that confirmed that Lauren was getting married there this weekend.
The venue was in Phoenixville PA which was about an hour away. I didn’t want to ruin Lauren’s wedding. At this point I just wanted to try to get more information on this Chris Smith. I got to the venue early and parked in the parking lot. One by one I observed all my relatives show up, which was a little heartbreaking because I have been alone for some time now.
Then I saw this Chris Smith pull into the parking lot with an unknown guy and I saw her hug one of my other cousins Jenny. I am now further convinced that this Chris Smith is impersonating me. I knew if I stormed into the wedding I would be the center of attention so I didn’t want that, so I decided to wait until the wedding was over and follow this Chris Smith hopefully home.
At about midnight the wedding party had finally finished and most of the people started to funnel into the parking lot. Chris Smith left with her date and I followed them. I never seen this guy before. Eventually they stopped at an apartment in Bensalem. I noted that this Chris Smith was completely wasted and the guy who she was with probably shouldn’t have been driving either. They both went into the apartment and I sat in my car contemplating what to do next. I finally decided to make the outlandish decision to see if I could break into the apartment. I waited a couple of hours to make sure they were both sleeping. I looked through the windows and based on the female decor I could tell it was this Chris Smith’s apartment versus the unknown guy’s.
I noticed that the kitchen window was cracked open, so I attempted to open the window and learned that I could get into the apartment. I crawled through the window and tiptoed around the apartment. I used my phone as a light source.
Suddenly, A sense of panic came over me when I heard someone come out of the bedroom. It was the guy and I had no place to hide. Luckily, he was too wasted to figure out that I wasn’t the Chris Smith in the bedroom. He kind of muttered something about being thirsty and got water and headed back to the bedroom. I pretty much had a heart attack, but I pulled myself together.
I continued to look around the apartment and I eventually felt like I was a ghost. Picture after picture strewn across the apartment were people I knew growing up, but instead of being pictured with me they were pictured with this impersonator.
I finally found the clue that I was looking for. Before I left for the peace corps someone had stolen some of my personal items that I had in storage and one of those items was my senior year’s high school yearbook. The person also stole some personal photographs. So I gather that this impersonator saw all the people who signed my yearbook and reached out to them on Facebook. She used my personal photos with other people as well to gain rapport. The other scary part is that I figured this person was probably using my social security number and everything else. I saw old Christmas cards that were sent by my family members and addressed to “Christine”. One of the cards even referenced the passing of my parents.
I left the apartment through the front door. It’s now 5:00 am and I’m completely exhausted. I’m trying to jog my memory to figure out who this person impersonating me actually is.
Finally it dawned on me. I remembered that I went on a church related camping trip with my family in the sixth grade. There was this really shy homeschooled girl who my Dad joked that she looked like my twin sister. I completely forgot about her until I saw pictures of her in that apartment. I figured that I must have left a really big impression with her. My mother made me correspond with her via letters. I refused to call her so I compromised by replying to her letter.
I realized that it was going to be pretty easy to regain my identity with the people from my past. I took some of the envelopes from the impersonators apartment that had family and friends addresses on them.
I waited a week to contact Lauren and I sent her a letter detailing how I was the real Christine Smith. I asked her to to call or text me. I received a text about two weeks later where she asked me “when our families went to Disney World in 1996 where did we stay?” I responded “we both decided that we were both to old for Disney so we went to Universal instead.”
She then texted “What the fuck is going on?”
I responded to please meet me at the McDonald’s in Bristol.
We met the following day and we greeted each other with a hug and we both cried. She eventually realized that most of her wedding pictures were ruined because they contained an impersonator. I guess that was something that I didn’t think of when I didn’t want to ruin her wedding.
We both came up with a plan. Rather than drag this out we were both going to knock on her door and and just tell the impersonator that the ruse was up and just to go away. We weren’t going to drag this out and tell anyone else that for nearly 15 years someone had been impersonating me.
So the same day we went to the apartment and knocked on the door. I remembered her name was Kim. She opened the door and I said “Sorry Kim we you have been outed stop impersonating me”.
She quivered for a few moments and said “Lauren what are you talking about”.
I said “you have two choices. One you move away and never come back and I won’t call the police or two I call the police and you go to jail.”
This Kim girl started crying hysterically and said “please Lauren don’t do this.”
Both Lauren and I looked at her in a very stern manner. I told her that before I was leaving I was taken everything from her apartment that was associated with me and I made her disable her Facebook page.
The impersonator started sobbing and saying “Lauren you know I was arrested a decade ago you can’t go to the police.”
Apparently this impersonator had committed manslaughter and any further arrest would imprison her potentially for life.
The impersonator had disappeared as we instructed and I finally felt like part of something again.
Christmas time was great. I went over to my Aunts house and everyone was so happy to see me.
Then that almost changed when my uncle said something to me. He said “Christine I could have sworn that birthmark on your face was on the left side and not the right when you were a baby.”
I felt a sense of panic come over me. I had visions of My parents punishing me for weeks at a time when I couldn’t recite the Bible. I remembered spending countless hours by myself as I watched other kids going to school through my bedroom window. Then it dawned on me, when I remembered the letter that I got from Christine in 1996 telling me that she went to Universal Studios.
My whole head started to feel like it was starting to spin. I finally regained my composure and laughed it off to my Uncle saying “oh stop it”. I scrambled to find a black marker and used makeup to conceal my existing birth mark. Then I went back out to the party as “Christine Smith” again.
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2020.10.20 02:25 CommercialAd1716 I have no idea what I'm doing with my career or where I'm going. Feeling stuck in a dead job. Where do I go from here?

I have no clue what I'm doing with my life and I don't know where to go from here.
To give a bit of a background, I (22M) live in the UK and have been working as a web designer & developer for the last 5 years.
I left high school with an average amount of qualifications and nothing to really shout home about. I was always the quiet introverted kid who'd keep himself to himself and just get on with it. Although, I never really enjoyed school. Maybe that's why my grades weren't great. After high school I went to college for a year where I studied a Level 3 Diploma in Professional Competence for IT and Telecoms Professionals (QCF).. whatever that's supposed to mean. I've always been quite a creative person and at that point in my life I knew I enjoyed things like video editing and creating graphics on Photoshop. I always found that I learnt best by actually doing things physically. Not reading from a book or listening to my teachers drone on about subjects that I had no interest in what so ever. I enjoyed web design which was part of my course so I knew I'd quite like a job in that industry. Shortly after I left college, I was lucky enough to score an apprenticeship with a marketing company for a Junior web designedeveloper role. (The place I still work at currently). I spent a year doing a mix of coursework & working for them. Long story short, after my apprenticeship year ended they offered me a fulltime position within the company as a Junior web dev/designer.
That brings us to now. As of December 2020, I will have been working there for 5 years. I have no clue where the time has gone honestly, it's happened in what feels like a flash. The job has brought me some incredibly stressful moments over the years. More than I'd care to admit. I don't enjoy my job. You might find that hard to believe seeing as I've been there for so long but I have just put up with it to stay in a secure job whilst I try to figure out what the hell I'm doing. I would be lying if I said that the last 5 years didn't feel like a complete waste. The only positive thing I can take from them is that I have grown a considerable amount as a person in such a large open-office and social environment from the shy awkward teen I once was when I first started that apprenticeship. Over these 5 years I have seen so many friends come and go. People that I've gotten to know incredibly well, leave the company one by one. I can think of 8 close friends who have all come and gone. They've moved on with their lives to new jobs, new friendships and new relationships. Seeing them move on to better things and I'm stuck in the same old shit.
Web design & development is something that I originally wanted to do, however I have grown to despise it and the last couple of years, I have developed a love for Photography and an interest in videography. It's something I think I want to pursue as a career. Photography is a notoriously difficult job to get into as a stable career. You either go freelance or find a studio who is hiring. Thing is, I live on the edge of the country in the South East. There are 0 photography or videography jobs in a 50 mile radius who are hiring. Believe me, I am constantly checking. Even if I found a listing, I didn't go to university so I don't have student debt but I also don't have a qualification in photography or anything related.
I feel like I am stuck in this job with limited options and no where to go from here. I don't know what to do with my life. I don't want to be stuck in the same dead job trying to progress at something I have no interest in. I really don't want to get another developer job. If I have to look at one more line of code I think I might combust into flames. I am currently on a £20k salary with a 2 month notice period.
This is something that is always in the back of my mind. I don't want to be in this same position another 5 years down the line when I'm 27, still living at home and stuck in a shitty web design job still doing something I don't want to be doing.
Please, all advice welcome
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2020.10.20 02:16 kishiatoayanokoji chances to these schools?

Hello, I am currently a Senior at a private high school.Sex: MaleEthnicity: Asian State Residency: Texas
These are the colleges I'm applying to:- UT Austin- Texas A&M- UT Dallas- Northeastern- Southern Methodist University- Baylor- University of Washington- Boston University- Boston College- UC Berkley- UCLA- USC- NYU- University of British Columbia (international)- University of Toronto (international)
Stats:- GPA: 3.68 - our school deflates GPA 📷- SAT: 1380; W**: 620, M: 760**- AP tests: (Stat: 4) + (Apush: 4) + (Lang: 4)- no school ranking: na/125- Current Curriculum (5 AP)- Calc BC- Macro/Micro Econ- Comp Sci A- Studio Art 3D- Physics C: Mech & EM- Linear Algebra/Diff Equa- English: Film- 8 AP in total
Honors:- High Honor Roll: 9,10,11- AP Scholar Award- Scholastics Art Award- AMC 12 2nd place(School)
EC:- Investment club Co-Founder (11,12)- JV/V Basketball Team Manager (10,11)- Math club (11,12)- Computer club (4 years)- Work: Tutor (10)- Community Service volunteer (4 years)- Chess Club (11,12)- Speech/Debate (9,10)- Habitat for Humanity (11)- Christian Summer Camps (9,11,12)
Intended majors: Business, Finance, Engineering, CS
No Financial Aid.So what are my chances of getting into the colleges I'm applying to? Should I use my SAT or not?
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2020.10.20 02:10 CommercialAd1716 I have no idea what I'm doing with my life or where I'm going. Feeling stuck in a dead job.

I have no clue what I'm doing with my life and I don't know where to go from here.
To give a bit of a background, I (22M) live in the UK and have been working as a web designer & developer for the last 5 years.
I left high school with an average amount of qualifications and nothing to really shout home about. I was always the quiet introverted kid who'd keep himself to himself and just get on with it. Although, I never really enjoyed school. Maybe that's why my grades weren't great. After high school I went to college for a year where I studied a Level 3 Diploma in Professional Competence for IT and Telecoms Professionals (QCF).. whatever that's supposed to mean. I've always been quite a creative person and at that point in my life I knew I enjoyed things like video editing and creating graphics on Photoshop. I always found that I learnt best by actually doing things physically. Not reading from a book or listening to my teachers drone on about subjects that I had no interest in what so ever. I enjoyed web design which was part of my course so I knew I'd quite like a job in that industry. Shortly after I left college, I was lucky enough to score an apprenticeship with a marketing company for a Junior web designedeveloper role. (The place I still work at currently). I spent a year doing a mix of coursework & working for them. Long story short, after my apprenticeship year ended they offered me a fulltime position within the company as a Junior web dev/designer.
That brings us to now. As of December 2020, I will have been working there for 5 years. I have no clue where the time has gone honestly, it's happened in what feels like a flash. The job has brought me some incredibly stressful moments over the years. More than I'd care to admit. I don't enjoy my job. You might find that hard to believe seeing as I've been there for so long but I have just put up with it to stay in a secure job whilst I try to figure out what the hell I'm doing. I would be lying if I said that the last 5 years didn't feel like a complete waste. The only positive thing I can take from them is that I have grown a considerable amount as a person in such a large open-office and social environment from the shy awkward teen I once was when I first started that apprenticeship. Over these 5 years I have seen so many friends come and go. People that I've gotten to know incredibly well, leave the company one by one. I can think of 8 close friends who have all come and gone. They've moved on with their lives to new jobs, new friendships and new relationships. Seeing them move on to better things and I'm stuck in the same old shit.
Web design & development is something that I originally wanted to do, however I have grown to despise it and the last couple of years, I have developed a love for Photography and an interest in videography. It's something I think I want to pursue as a career. Photography is a notoriously difficult job to get into as a stable career. You either go freelance or find a studio who is hiring. Thing is, I live on the edge of the country in the South East. There are 0 photography or videography jobs in a 50 mile radius who are hiring. Believe me, I am constantly checking. Even if I found a listing, I didn't go to university so I don't have student debt but I also don't have a qualification in photography or anything related.
I feel like I am stuck in this job with limited options and no where to go from here. I don't know what to do with my life. I don't want to be stuck in the same dead job trying to progress at something I have no interest in. I really don't want to get another developer job. If I have to look at one more line of code I think I might combust into flames. I am currently on a £20k salary with a 2 month notice period.
This is something that is always in the back of my mind. I don't want to be in this same position another 5 years down the line when I'm 27, still living at home and stuck in a shitty web design job still doing something I don't want to be doing.
Please, all advice welcome
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2020.10.20 00:33 ThunderLizard97 I don't know what to do with my life

I (23) have a degree from art school and absolutely love illustration. Whilst I was studying, I set up an Etsy shop which has transpired into a business which I have been working full-time on since Oct 2019. The thing that allowed me to become full-time was that I was offered a freelancing spot in a design studio that pays well. I would work there for an average of 5 - 10 days a month and that would cover my monthly bills which I share with my partner (23) plus give me money to put into the business and a little spending money.
Since Rona struck, I've been unable to work in this role and my income has been significantly impacted.
I love my business - it's the thing I'm most passionate about in life, it's what I spend all my days working away on, it's my "thing". But I've been really struggling with increasing my income and actually being able to pay my share of the bills. I have no money to buy clothes I need, to buy presents (especially worried about Christmas coming up). I have to rely on everyone else for anything. Luckily my partner's wage covers all the bills so we're not gonna go hungry or get kicked out of our house, but besides one or two takeaways every month, we can't really afford much else.
Obviously this isn't fair on my partner and I don't want to be in this position financially any longer. He and my mum have been pushing me to get a job, but I'm very resistant to this idea as I have hated every job I have had except for one, which I enjoyed but it had shit pay, shit hours, shit holidays and the company just generally didn't really respect its employees. We were all expendable. The last job I worked at, I only lasted 2 months because it was severely affecting my mental health to the point where I would be sobbing the night before I had to go in for my shift.
My mental health has taken a real bashing with everything that's going on and my financial situation, and I'm worried that going back into employed work is going to really push me over the edge (if I even get a job in the first place). I started online therapy (zoom chats) which I attended for about 5 sessions, but I didn't feel it helped me as it couldn't change my financial situation, which is the main problem at the end of the day.
If I do go back into employed work, that will have to be my priority, meaning my business and passion will have to take a backseat and I'll essentially be stuck doing mindless minimum wage work for the foreseeable future, which may have worked for me while I was at uni, but I need a career and something I'm passionate about now. I've thought of a few different careers I could see myself doing, but they're quite niche so there aren't a lot of jobs going, so it would be more starting another business and going into the unpredictable unknown.
Honestly, I'm not really sure what question I'm asking you, my mind is just racing and I feel like I've been stuck in limbo for months. Any advice you can give will be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
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2020.10.19 23:55 Cyclebuff1959 Bad experience working at Pure Barre

Hey everyone. I was recently let go from my barretender position after only working there for a few weeks. The reason I was let go was really petty (in my opinion). There was a prospective client who insisted on her first class being an Empower class, but none of the Empower classes at our studio worked with her schedule. I kept trying to suggest that she take a Classic class instead, but she insisted on taking Empower. Because I just wanted to give this client good customer service, I loosely suggested that other studios in the area may have an Empower class that works better with her schedule. A few days later I got a very angry phone call from the owner while I was at home studying and she claimed that I had "referred this client to a competing studio" (which wasn't true at all....I merely made a suggestion). The owner then yelled that I was supposed to have booked this client into a Classic class at our studio anyway (even though I had tried multiple times to book that client into a Classic class but the client was not having it) and that the instructor would have "made the class fit the client's goals". The owner basically said that the instructor would teach an Empower class for that one client while teaching a Classic class at the same time to everyone else in the studio. What gets me is that the owner had NEVER explained this "policy" to me before, but she literally called me "stupid" and a "waste of her time to train" over the phone for basically not being able to read her mind (I asked some of the other barretenders about this policy and none of them had heard of it either).
Even though I only worked there for a few weeks, I did notice that the owner was a bit harder on me than the other barretenders and teachers. I originally thought this was because I was new and the other barretenders and teachers were closer with the owner, so I gave it some time and tried to be the best that I could at the job. During the short time I worked there I picked up a LOT of shifts. For a couple of weeks I was working 30-35 hours a week there (on top of being a full-time engineering student). I also ended up making quite a few sales, but these were never acknowledged. Instead, the owner and some of the other staff got on my case about some of the most nitpicky things (i.e. not using a very specific, word-for-word greeting when welcoming clients to the studio and not placing the trash cans directly under the sinks in the bathrooms ONE time). When the owner called to let me go, she yelled at me that I was getting "so many complaints" from other barretenders and teachers. When I asked the owner about what these "complaints" actually were, she was very vague and basically just said that I should have known better. The owner was just passive aggressive to me the whole time I was working there and when she couldn't hold her frustrations in any more, she called me while I was studying for a test at home and exploded. Look, I get that small businesses like Pure Barre are really struggling right now because of COVID, so I understand why she is stressed, but to call me at home and personally insult me like that was so unprofessional!
Most of the instructors and other barretenders were really nice to me during the short time I was working there. All of the clients were really nice to me as well. Definitely have to give all of them credit for that, but there were still a couple of teachers that weren't very nice to me. One of the instructors ratted me out to the owner because I finished cleaning the class equipment 12 minutes before the next class instead of the ideal 15 minutes......on my VERY FIRST SHIFT alone. Another instructor would never say a word to me (even "hello" and "goodbye") except to give me an order.
Another reason I feel like I was singled out is because when the owner let me go, I was on the schedule to cover a lot of shifts the next week. Because I was honestly just curious as to how the owner was going to find coverage for all the shifts I was scheduled for, I ended up calling the studio that next week during a time I was supposed to be working. When I called the studio, a completely new person that I had never met answered the phone. I was shocked that the owner had found a replacement so quickly, but I'm also wondering if she'd had this replacement planned all along. The studio I worked at honestly just seems like a big clique and I feel like the owner felt like I never "fit in" with her "clique".
Anyways, sorry for this ramble, but I'm just frustrated about all of this. I'm not only sad because I lost my job, but because I saw a really bad side to a workout I once loved. I absolutely LOVED Pure Bare before I started working there, so I was so excited when I found out my local studio had a barretender position. I'm in school and needed a part-time job. I thought it was going to be a lot of fun working there, but it was the exact opposite of that. I honestly don't think I'm ever going to be able to enjoy the workout as much as I once did because of my experience working there.
If any of you have worked at Pure Barre, did any of you have a similar experience? This "mean girl" behavior seems to be a dynamic at some studios and I wish more could be done about it.
TL;DR: Got a job as a barretender. Felt that owner singled me out, was extra hard on me, and was passive aggressive. My studio felt like a big clique and I didn't feel welcomed as an employee.
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2020.10.19 23:35 Jellopenows I just need to vent

Good night, users. I just need to get some of my thoughts expressed since I feel very helpless at the moment.
Bit of background: I grew up in a family which had an alcoholic father, who now-and-then used to beat me up, lock me in my room or verbally belittle me. School was very hard, since I have serious dyslexia and ADD, but I didn't think there was anything wrong with me because I was very social, had good friends and a slightly savant-ish attitude towards music and learning different instruments.
I left home and moved on my own at the age of 15. I studied music for a year and then went to high school. During those years, i started experimenting with different drugs and alcohol and I was very prone to periods where I would just smoke weed and not do anything "productive" . I graduated in 2017 and had to do mandatory military service after that.
During the military, I broke up with my long term partner, which started a downward spiral of hard drinking, drugs like meth, speed and prescription medicine. I was sent to rehab where I focused on exercise and counseling. I was diagnosed with PTSD, and that gave me a lot of insight on who I was.
Fast forward a couple of years to my current situation: 22, studying to become a youth worker and have a partner who is very understanding and supports me. I drink alcohol occasionally but am a heavy weed smoker. Why? It helps me relax in everyway, but I do know that anything can be bad if done 24/7.
The thing that bothers me is my difficulties in studying and life in itself. It takes so much power to finish an essay or anything related to school, but i'm very interested about the job I'm studying for. Many close friends have told me that due to my social and empathetic nature, I'd perform very well in counseling teenagers. I just cant find the power and energy to do all the work for it, or even work at all. I feel pathetic, vulnerable and borderline neurotic.
Even if I'd graduate, I'd still work in a fucked up world where: ● parents abuse the very children they're meant to care for ●People fight over meaningless shit like gender and sexuality. If it doesn't affect your life in any fucking way, why make others life so much harder? ●People value material over deep contact with each other
Those are a few examples. Like right now, my life goal would be to own a simple house, a beatiful garden, my own studio and a job where I can help the youth to love themselves.
I don't even know how you people are supposed to reply to all of this rambling, but if you've got any helpful tips or anything that resembles my situation, I'd very much love to hear it.
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2020.10.19 22:20 tacotatertuesday Propane Tank Marriage

7 years ago I left a 17 year marriage. Inevitably, family and friends feel compelled to ask, “Why are you still single?” or “Any man in your life?” My relationship status has been confusing to those around me, and considering this is my 5th re-write, rather confusing to me. I asked for a divorce from my son’s father, despite everything on the outside appearing picture perfect and great on paper. For most of the time I tried to make it work. Counseling, retreats, long drawn out talks. I wasn’t ready to be married, I wasn’t ready to fit into the what I believed was an antiquated paradigm of marriage, I didn’t fit in. I’m too wild, too outspoken, I need too much freedom and time alone. I hated spending time with other couples, listening to them bicker, finish each other's sentences, retell well rehearsed stories, dog and pony show. Even worse for me, the groups of couples, the woman cross talking, going over school or nap schedules, laundry lists of complaints about their men. The men outside laughing, light hearted, maybe barbecuing with tanks full of propane, complaining about the ol’ ball and chain. I longed for freedom, independence, not disappearing into two hearts becoming one.
To be fair, I rushed into marriage at the tender age of 26. My Dad was very ill, at the end of a long battle with Parkinson’s Disease and said “My dying wish is to see one of my children get married.” I was the only one in a relationship at the time and therefore the only candidate. I was excited for the party, putting my artistic fire to use. I designed and made my dress, handmade the invitations with pressed sagebrush, made and decorated the cake from scratch, absolute heaven. I was so involved with the details that I lost sight of what it was I was actually doing. In the back of my mind I thought we can always do a quick annulment after the ceremony, everyone's happy, no one has to know right away, fulfilling my Dad’s wish to walk me down the aisle, I get my dream party, no harm no foul, right?
The man I married, seeing more than I gave him credit for, told me shortly after the ceremony that he would do whatever it took to keep me in the marriage. He promised to work the barbecue and change the propane tank, make me coffee in the morning and keep the fireplace lit. were great friends and were right in the middle of running a successful business buying and renting houses. I thought this didn’t seem like such a bad arrangement, “maybe I can______fill in the blank” make it work. The sentence really read, well maybe I can change the core of who I am to make someone happy. Spoiler alert: This makes you miserable, and everyone around you. Others can spot this falseness, feel it in their heart and soul, but usually accept it if they are doing the same. Oh, she’s not happy, appears to be faking it, but so am I so let's just accept that this is marriage. No one seemed happy but sacrifices must be made to avoid the fear of being alone, ostracized for stepping away from socially accepted norms. I was afraid of what I would look like to others, to be seen as an old maid, or cat lady.
One of the worst fears as a human is being shunned from the tribe. It goes back to our ancestral evolution, where being rejected was an absolute death sentence. This part of the brain, sometimes called our lizard brain, gets activated when we go against social norms. Advertisers are very aware of this and play on our insecurities, the beauty industry alone fleeces billions in creams, lotions and potions promising love and social acceptance. My lizard brain cooked up a nice little fantasy about what would happen if I left my unhappy marriage and set out on my own. I was over 40, female and now had what I thought of as the dreaded “single mom” tag after my name.
I envisioned myself instantly becoming a craggy, short, angry woman who mumbles incessantly, dresses in old ratty paisley housecoats, chain smokes long skinny cigarettes, rents a studio apartment in a dark dank basement with about 20 cats that that I use most of my disability paycheck on. I was scared. Scared that as a woman I was too old; too “single mom”ish; too ‘divorced’; to cat ladyish, although for the record I have don’t have cats, smoke cigarettes, own a housecoat and I’m anything but short. I didn’t feel worthy, successful, or just “enough” if I was alone, but only felt free when I was alone. I had bought into societies rules and trapped myself with my own limiting beliefs. The old 70’s poster of two rabbits that reads “You are no bunny unless some bunny loves you.” Yes, I believed that, hang my head in shame.
I was married to look safe and normal, maybe even successful to my family, friends, colleagues, neighbors, flight attendants, grocery store clerks yes apparently I used cared a lot about what people thought. I didn’t know there was another way. I wasn’t satisfied with average, flat line, put my head down and just get through it existence. And here’s the thing I maybe should have realized. I don’t believe in the concept of marriage, I never have, not even as a little girl. I don’t want the government involved if I change my mind. I don’t want to feel anyone's expectations of who I should be. If I want to travel solo for three months, or disappear into the woods with a bag of rice or loose my phone for a few days I do so with my partners blessing, not that I need it. And I love the freedom to change my mind without any imperial entanglements. Even Luke Skywalker was willing to pay Hans Solo extra for this option when he and Obi needed to get too Alderaan.
The freedom to change my mind is key, the word freedom however is paramount. I don’t want a hostage and I certainly don’t want to be one. And of course I want my partner to have absolute freedom. But what does freedom in a relationship look like? Before I practiced this, I thought maybe somewhere along the lines of what you may be thinking…having an open polyamorous relationship, sleep with multiple partners, always on the lookout, seeking all brands of external love. Of course I know that this will never feel satisfying to the soul, I’ll just become a hungry ghost, always seeking what I already have masked and hidden within me. So I believed a satisfying relationship was impossible, marriage was obviously out, I’m to awake to believe in open relationships. What I wanted was true freedom, which to attain is simple but not easy. It is the awareness I have everything I need inside of me, everything I feel, whether its love from another, or sadness from a loss, is coming from within me. I am the gatekeeper of all of my experiences and emotions, no one else has that power. Freedom in a relationship is being with someone that has absolutely no reason to be with me other than they want to be, freely, without manipulation, coercion, or signed, notarized documents. I want to wake up in the morning knowing I don’t have to be there but I want to be, my whole self, mind, body, spirit. I want something most may never have the courage to experience, something like Kim Anami’s concept of conscious monogamy.
In Kim Anami’s blog, she coined the term “conscious monogamy”. If you are unfamiliar with Kim’s work, check out her website https://kimanami.com/ Kim absolutely changed my life, inspired me to lean into my feminine power, explore and endlessly grow from within, using vulnerability as my power. I can’t thank her enough, my body is leaner, younger, healthier, happier, my spirit more wealthy and abundant, my mind sharper, my heart more open and fulfilled.
In her blog Kim writes: “99.9% of people are non-monogamous. Not necessarily that they are sleeping with others or trying to, but they are closed down, living lives with secrets, lies, unspoken truths. They think it means to simply ‘not be with other people.’…I’ve coined the term ‘conscious monogamy’ to describe when a couple truly commits to each other emotionally and physically. There are no secrets lives, no piles of white lies, no “don’t ask, don’t tell” conversations. They show up.They are naked, raw, vulnerable and fully exposed. 99.9% of people don’t have that. They hold back emotionally and sexually. They might not be intimate with other people, but they certainly aren’t being intimate—sexually or emotionally—with each other.” Conscious monogamy on the other hand is “A deep, powerful, surrendered, cataclysmic, sexual and emotional connection.”
I find it to be very true in my life. Now, when I’m with someone, I give myself as purely and deeply as possible, holding back doesn’t resonate with me anymore. I no longer care what someone thinks about me or the way I spirit my way through life. But this requires deep vulnerability and honesty. Not only with my partner, but with myself. This is tricky work. It requires me to take a hard look at myself, unveil my insecurities, face the areas where I have not shown up as my best self, been lost in ego and fear, or hurt others. The way through all of this, I believe is unconditional love and forgiveness, for myself so that I can ultimately forgive others. I believe that we crave for others to see us in our most raw and vulnerable form, but few of us ever actually dare to be seen. It means that we have to step into the arena of life, lay our weapons down, take off the armor of facades and ‘false-nice-ities’ and bare our heart and soul, the light and shadow. The light is easy, the most attractive beautiful parts of the self. The shadow is another story. How do we let another see the insecurities, the fears, the behaviors we hide without scaring them away?
A consciously monogamous partnership entails pure vulnerability, trust and honesty. Not an arbitrary “third date rule” or set time frame, but a slow unfolding, allowing the time to set itself, finessing, giving slowly, a sacred dance. But the payoff to this painfully slow, sometimes frustrating process? An incredibly deep connection, a next level of intimacy, and a complete loss of ego and self. The ability to be loved unconditionally and to love in the same capacity. The experience cannot be described in words it’s too intense. The closest approximation would be a sensation of being one with the universe, outside the limits of time and space, untethered by the insecurities of the mind, being completely in your body, yet somehow outside, connecting with another’s soul.
So to answer the question, why am I still single? Because I choose to be, and right now it feels exactly right. And I can fill my own damn propane tank.
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