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2023.03.29 05:09 Bucsfan292 Restaurants playing wrestlemania this weekend
Any wrestling fans know anywhere near campus that’ll be playing wrestlemania this weekend?
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2023.03.29 05:00 cxlumbine The pee trashcan
Friends and family already know about this incident because it’s a funny but embarrassing story, from something somewhat traumatic.
Sophomore year of high school in 2019, I was in volleyball and drinking lots of water a day, 40oz is downed before 5th period (choir) and I normally use the bathroom this period. It just happened to work out this way, my choir teacher was very chill and she liked me a lot for whatever reason so as long as I told her where I was going and took the pass, I can leave as many times I want a semester. At this time my school was stupid and students were allowed 2 tickets each class, for every quarter, to go use the bathroom or etc. during class.
Then, in choir and as we were practicing in our sections, all of the sudden we hear “EMERGENCY LOCK DOWN, EMERGENCY LOCK DOWN.” I thought it was a drill, so I am continuing the conversation with my friend as we go into the practice rooms to hide. I was in a practice room with my choir teacher along with probably 5-6 other people, mind you this is a tiny cramped area.
We are all talking for like 15 seconds and my choir teacher tells us to be quiet so we do that. 2 minutes pass by, no announcement. 5 minutes, no announcement. We all knew by now this wasn’t a drill, this was real. Our teacher has no idea what is going on.
Panic starts to set in, I don’t like being around this many people in a cramped space, surely no one does right? I am also in the same practice room as my ex and he is going on and on about how he will beat up anyone that comes into the room. Irrelevant to the story. Anyways, I’m panicking, tearing up, and all I can think about is how badly I need to use the bathroom right now. 10 minutes in. My stomach is in such terrible pain, I am crying as quietly as possible. One, because I thought I was gonna die. Two, I really believed I was about to pee myself. 15 minutes in, I tell my teacher I need to use the bathroom. I cannot remember her response for this one.
20 minutes in, I am in so much pain from holding it, I have never in my life, still to this day ever had to pee so badly, that it hurt to hold it in. I tell her I don’t know if I can hold it anymore. She tells me to get up, and to follow her. She takes me to the storage closet, with a trashcan. I cannot remember the exact words she said, I apologize. But it is clear what I was meant to do. I went into the storage closet, shut and locked the door and I peed in that trashcan. And there was a solid stream for what felt like 45 seconds. I have never been so relieved in my life.
For about 5 seconds after the fact, I enjoy this relief until I remember the reality of the situation I am in. Possible school shooter, I might die. So I move the pee trashcan and go in the corner and start bawling as quietly as possible. In this time I am trying to listen for anything, screams, or gun fire.
10 minutes after being in the storage closet, around 30 minutes in lock down, it is released. No one was in the school, but around 5 callers were driving on the highway and said they saw a man with what looked like a machine gun near campus. The highway is right next to my highschool. Police had to search the entire area before the lockdown could be released. So to my knowledge I was in no sense of immediate danger from a school shooter, only just possibly peeing myself.
No one in class spoke of my incident, no one mentioned it to me, I know some talked about it which was fine. I do not know what happened with my pee trashcan.
This is something that I will never live down, as much as I am embarrassed of it, I still think it is very funny and I share it to people who I am close with. I really hope I never have to pee that badly in my life again, truly a horrible experience.
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Sophomore year of high school in 2019, I was in volleyball and drinking lots of water a day, 40oz is downed before 5th period (choir) and I normally use the bathroom this period. It just happened to work out this way, my choir teacher was very chill and she liked me a lot for whatever reason so as long as I told her where I was going and took the pass, I can leave as many times I want a semester. At this time my school was stupid and students were allowed 2 tickets each class, for every quarter, to go use the bathroom or etc. during class.
Then, in choir and as we were practicing in our sections, all of the sudden we hear “EMERGENCY LOCK DOWN, EMERGENCY LOCK DOWN.” I thought it was a drill, so I am continuing the conversation with my friend as we go into the practice rooms to hide. I was in a practice room with my choir teacher along with probably 5-6 other people, mind you this is a tiny cramped area.
We are all talking for like 15 seconds and my choir teacher tells us to be quiet so we do that. 2 minutes pass by, no announcement. 5 minutes, no announcement. We all knew by now this wasn’t a drill, this was real. Our teacher has no idea what is going on.
Panic starts to set in, I don’t like being around this many people in a cramped space, surely no one does right? I am also in the same practice room as my ex and he is going on and on about how he will beat up anyone that comes into the room. Irrelevant to the story. Anyways, I’m panicking, tearing up, and all I can think about is how badly I need to use the bathroom right now. 10 minutes in. My stomach is in such terrible pain, I am crying as quietly as possible. One, because I thought I was gonna die. Two, I really believed I was about to pee myself. 15 minutes in, I tell my teacher I need to use the bathroom. I cannot remember her response for this one.
20 minutes in, I am in so much pain from holding it, I have never in my life, still to this day ever had to pee so badly, that it hurt to hold it in. I tell her I don’t know if I can hold it anymore. She tells me to get up, and to follow her. She takes me to the storage closet, with a trashcan. I cannot remember the exact words she said, I apologize. But it is clear what I was meant to do. I went into the storage closet, shut and locked the door and I peed in that trashcan. And there was a solid stream for what felt like 45 seconds. I have never been so relieved in my life.
For about 5 seconds after the fact, I enjoy this relief until I remember the reality of the situation I am in. Possible school shooter, I might die. So I move the pee trashcan and go in the corner and start bawling as quietly as possible. In this time I am trying to listen for anything, screams, or gun fire.
10 minutes after being in the storage closet, around 30 minutes in lock down, it is released. No one was in the school, but around 5 callers were driving on the highway and said they saw a man with what looked like a machine gun near campus. The highway is right next to my highschool. Police had to search the entire area before the lockdown could be released. So to my knowledge I was in no sense of immediate danger from a school shooter, only just possibly peeing myself.
No one in class spoke of my incident, no one mentioned it to me, I know some talked about it which was fine. I do not know what happened with my pee trashcan.
This is something that I will never live down, as much as I am embarrassed of it, I still think it is very funny and I share it to people who I am close with. I really hope I never have to pee that badly in my life again, truly a horrible experience.
2023.03.29 04:33 Wilmenx NYU-Numbers and Results (Insane)
“NYU today released offers of admission to the Class of 2027. Offers of admission to NYU’s New York campus were made to 8% of applicants—a record. Three of NYU’s undergraduate colleges offered admission to fewer than 5% of applicants.
These talented and diverse students were selected from [nearly 120,000 applications for first-year admission (13% more than last year and another record-setting number of applications). The admitted class represents a median SAT score of 1540.”
And here I was thinking that submitting my 1500 would help. Reaches are now insane. Redirection gang.
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These talented and diverse students were selected from [nearly 120,000 applications for first-year admission (13% more than last year and another record-setting number of applications). The admitted class represents a median SAT score of 1540.”
And here I was thinking that submitting my 1500 would help. Reaches are now insane. Redirection gang.
2023.03.29 04:31 ThrowRAS4A She (19F) didn’t want to kiss me (20M) because she was on her period. I feel hurt. What should I do?
A woman I’ve been dating but not in a relationship with has not kissed me in over a week. This is due to partly our schedules being complicated and seeing her only twice the past week. The first time she didn’t want to kiss me because we were near the school and didn’t want anyone to see us.
Today I tried to kiss her goodbye away from the school campus but she said she’s on her period and doesn’t want to be touched. I said no problem and walked away. I’m hurt by this situation. Seems like she doesn’t want to kiss me. What should I do?
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Today I tried to kiss her goodbye away from the school campus but she said she’s on her period and doesn’t want to be touched. I said no problem and walked away. I’m hurt by this situation. Seems like she doesn’t want to kiss me. What should I do?
2023.03.29 04:28 Ok-Plate-4494 In search of an apartment for June-August
Hi, I'm looking for an place to live this summer (June 1st to August 13) near campus or Fenway. I prefer female roommates (or no roommate), but anything works! Price range is anything under $1,800 preferably (but please Imk if this is not reasonable for rent in Boston, I don't know anything about Boston rent) Message me if you're subletting anything or know of anything that would work. Thanks!
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2023.03.29 04:28 Timetraveler_2164 MASS KILLERS and possible LGBTQ QUESTIONING or GENDER CONFUSED connection
Ok, it’s time to touch the third rail. I want to talk about something that is really never mentioned when discussing mass shootings.
One of the reasons I think it never comes up is because everyone is so preoccupied with focusing on guns as the primary villain.
QUESTION: Is there a connection between LGBTQ questioning or Gender confused lifestyles and an increased propensity towards mass killing?
This really started for me after I read a post by someone telling conservatives to worry less about Trans books for 5 yr olds, and more about kids being killed in mass school shootings.
This hit close to home for me as my son was in a nearby class during the STEM Highlands Ranch school shooting, perpetrated by Trans Maya/Alec McKinney and gay/questioning Devon Erickson. I was the first parent at the school as I happened to be in the parking lot when the shooting began.
I had done some previous research because of what STEM was allowing and promoting in the school before the shooting occurred. Prior to the shooting it appeared as though the administration actively celebrated and encouraged alt lifestyles. Despite those efforts, the shooter still felt anger towards “normal kids” “because they never had to question who they were or feel the way she/he felt”
What I found during my research was eye opening to say the least.
DISCLAIMER This post is not stating that there IS a connection, this post is simply ASKING the question regarding a possible connection.
Apologies in advance for the very long post, but there is a lot of relevant information for each person.
I have separated the killers into two groups, Mass Killers and School Shooters.
MASS KILLERS
Charles Whitman Date: 1 August 1966 Age: 25 Location: University of Texas at Austin Location: Austin, Texas
17 Killed: 31 Wounded
On August 1, 1966, after stabbing his mother and his wife to death the previous night, Charles Whitman, a Marine veteran, took rifles and other weapons to the observation deck atop the Main Building tower at the University of Texas at Austin, and then opened fire indiscriminately on people on the surrounding campus and streets. Over the next 96 minutes he shot and killed 15 people, including an unborn child, and injured 31 other people. The incident ended when two policemen and a civilian reached Whitman and fatally shot him. Whitman had a very close relationship with a priest at the church he attended as a teenager.
Joseph Gilles Leduc was a priest under the Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston.
Leduc was the priest at the local church young Charles Whitman attended. Charles, who was his alter boy, was also in the scouting program Leduc helped to lead at the church. At 12, Whitman became the youngest ever to attain the status of Eagle Scout.
The Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston released records of priests, including Leduc, who were credibly accused of sexual abuse of minors during the time that Whitman was his alter boy.
Joseph Giles Leduc * Birth Year:1929 * Ordination:1955 * Status: Deceased 1981
Whitman stayed in contact with the priest even during his time in the military. After leaving the military he moved blocks away from Leduc and began spending time at the priest’s house.
Leduc presided over Whitman's very hasty marriage. Before his marriage Whitman wrote a letter to his fiancee, commenting that he hopes he's not a homosexual. There's also the fateful connection between Whitman's mass murders, just after Leduc's posting to Alaska.
His younger brothers Patrick also was an alter boy for years under Leduc. Patrick married and had two daughters before coming out as gay and acknowledging being abused.
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Anders Breivik Date: 22 July 2011 Age: 32 Location: Government building/summer camp Location: Oslo and Utoya, Norway
77 Killed: 319 Wounded
“After the attack, several people reported to the police that they had homosexual contact with Breivik (Borchgrevink, 2013, p. 143).
He felt threatened and contaminated by modern gender roles, complaining that he had been “femi- nized.” His masculinity was so fragile that “when his mother makes him ‘emotionally unstable’, then in a way she also turns him into a woman” (Borchgrevink, 2013, p. 178). “
https://schoolshooters.info/sites/default/files/Desperate_Identities.pdf
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Omar Mateen Date: 12 June 2016 Age: 29 Location: Pulse Nightclub Orlando, Florida
49 Killed
“Mateen, who was killed by police during the rampage on the Pulse nightclub early on June 12, was gay according to a male who came forward afterwards. He described his relationship with Mateen as "friends with benefits." He said the sexual relationship lasted about two months, and they met at a hotel in Orlando between 15 and 20 times.
Men and women have come forward to the FBI claiming to have had a relationship with Mateen
A former classmate at Indian River Community College told the Palm Beach Post that Mateen went to gay bars with classmates and once tried to pick him up. Four regulars at Pulse, the nightclub where the shooting occurred, told the Orlando Sentinel they had seen Mateen there before.
Ex-Wife Says Orlando Shooter Might Have Been Hiding Homosexuality From His Family
The man who killed 49 people at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Omar Mateen, was a regular patron of gay clubs in Florida for years, club employees, acquaintances and former classmates told ABC News.
Orlando gunman had used gay dating app and visited LGBT nightclub on other occasions, witnesses say.”
https://www.latimes.com/nation/la-na-orlando-nightclub-shooting-20160613-snap-story.html
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John Wayne Gacy
33 killed
“John Wayne Gacy was an American serial killer and sex offender who raped, tortured, and murdered at least 33 young men and boys in Norwood Park Township, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago.”
The murders were described as “bizarre sex slayings”, and “gay sex-murders”.
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Jeffrey Dahmer
17 killed
Dahmer—also known as the Milwaukee Cannibal and the Milwaukee Monster—was an American serial killer and sex offender who murdered and dismembered 17 men and boys in the Milwaukee, Wisconsin, area between 1978 to 1991.
Dahmer came out as gay for the first time to a judge in 1989 after he was convicted of sexual assault and enticing a child for immoral purposes, according to the Don Davis’ 1992 biography The Milwaukee Murders: Nightmare in Apartment 213: the Twisted True Story of the “Real-life Hannibal Lecter.”
He was known as a homosexual and part of Milwaukee’s gay community.
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SCHOOL SHOOTERS
Adam Lanza Date: 14 December 2012 Age: 20 School: Sandy Hook Elementary School Location: Newtown, Connecticut
26 killed
“Even though he communicated with people online, he did not have any friends. Regarding romance and sexuality, Lanza himself was at a loss: “I’m pretty confused when it comes to my sexuality” (Cole- man, 2015, p. 6). He had homosexual content on his computer and wrote at length about pedophilia, defending the practice but denying he was a pedophile. His sexual identity also seems enigmatic. In completing a form for college, on the item about gender, Lanza wrote, “I choose not to answer””(Goldstein, 2013, para. 2).
https://schoolshooters.info/sites/default/files/Desperate_Identities.pdf
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Audie Hale Date: 26 March 2023 Age: 28 School: Covenant Catholic School Location: Nashville, TN
Audrie was a Trans Male born a biological female who identified as he/him.
According to Hale's parents Hale was under a doctor's care for an "emotional disorder”.
6 Killed 0 wounded
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Steven Kazmierczak Date: 14 Feb 2008 Age: 20 School: Northern Illinois University Location: DeKalb, Illinois
5 Killed 17 wounded
“experimented with gay encounters (Steven Kazmierczak)”
“Steven Kazmierczak had casual encounters with both males and females.
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/308226602_School_Shooters_A_Miscellany
“Steve has been with a man before. He'll admit this to Jessica years later. But his friends in high school don't know.”
https://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a4863/steven-kazmierczak-0808/
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Eric Houston Date: 1 May 1992 Age: 20 School: Lindhurst High School Location: Oliverhurst, California
4 Killed
“He was confused about his sexual identity. A photograph of Houston at approximately 3 years of age shows him wearing a dress. Houston’s middle name was Christopher and on the back of the photo is written, “See, daddy, Chris was a good girl. You never believe he’s a boy” (California v. Houston, 2008, p. 100). This is a confusing message, and if Houston was only 3 (and developmentally delayed), then he would not have been the one to write the message. The potential impact of this may be seen in Houston’s obsession with the military, weapons, and SWAT teams as soon as he hit puberty. He may have sought out these masculine interests to compensate for his confused gender identity. Adding further complications, Houston was molested during high school by a male teacher. The molestations reportedly tore skin on his penis and caused bruising and painful urination (California v. Houston, 2007). The molestation raised profound questions for Houston about his sexuality. He experimented with homosexual contacts and blamed his teacher for his homosexual feelings.”
https://schoolshooters.info/sites/default/files/Desperate_Identities.pdf
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Eric Hainstock Date: 29 Sep 2006 Age: 15 School: Weston High Location: Cazenovia, Wisconsin 1 Killed
He was allegedly upset that Weston High School’s principal, John Klang, had done nothing to stop other students from teasing him about his sexuality.
https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2007/05/02/school-shooting-linked-to-gay-abuse/
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Maya / Alec McKinney Age 16 Devon Erickson. Age 18 Date: 7 May 2019 School: STEM Highlands Ranch Location: Highlands Ranch, Colorado 1 Killed 8 wounded
Maya /Alec McKinney is Trans
“McKinney said he planned to target two students in particular as they had bullied and ridiculed him due to his gender identity and called him disgusting. McKinney said that "he wanted the kids at the school to experience bad things, have to suffer from the trauma like he has had to in his life." McKinney also stated he has heard voices and has suffered from homicidal and suicidal thoughts since the age of 12, and refused to take medication so that he wouldn't feel alone.”
“Alec McKinney that he had been sexually abused when he was 7 years old.”
https://krdo.com/news/2019/11/21/younger-stem-school-shooting-suspect-was-subject-of-safe2tell-tip-months-before-attack/
Other Mass Killers
Bruce McArthur
He was a homosexual and part of Toronto’s LGBTQ+ community.
8 killed. Toronto 2010-2017
Dennis Nilsen
Homosexual
12 killed. London 1978-1983
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One of the reasons I think it never comes up is because everyone is so preoccupied with focusing on guns as the primary villain.
QUESTION: Is there a connection between LGBTQ questioning or Gender confused lifestyles and an increased propensity towards mass killing?
This really started for me after I read a post by someone telling conservatives to worry less about Trans books for 5 yr olds, and more about kids being killed in mass school shootings.
This hit close to home for me as my son was in a nearby class during the STEM Highlands Ranch school shooting, perpetrated by Trans Maya/Alec McKinney and gay/questioning Devon Erickson. I was the first parent at the school as I happened to be in the parking lot when the shooting began.
I had done some previous research because of what STEM was allowing and promoting in the school before the shooting occurred. Prior to the shooting it appeared as though the administration actively celebrated and encouraged alt lifestyles. Despite those efforts, the shooter still felt anger towards “normal kids” “because they never had to question who they were or feel the way she/he felt”
What I found during my research was eye opening to say the least.
DISCLAIMER This post is not stating that there IS a connection, this post is simply ASKING the question regarding a possible connection.
Apologies in advance for the very long post, but there is a lot of relevant information for each person.
I have separated the killers into two groups, Mass Killers and School Shooters.
MASS KILLERS
Charles Whitman Date: 1 August 1966 Age: 25 Location: University of Texas at Austin Location: Austin, Texas
17 Killed: 31 Wounded
On August 1, 1966, after stabbing his mother and his wife to death the previous night, Charles Whitman, a Marine veteran, took rifles and other weapons to the observation deck atop the Main Building tower at the University of Texas at Austin, and then opened fire indiscriminately on people on the surrounding campus and streets. Over the next 96 minutes he shot and killed 15 people, including an unborn child, and injured 31 other people. The incident ended when two policemen and a civilian reached Whitman and fatally shot him. Whitman had a very close relationship with a priest at the church he attended as a teenager.
Joseph Gilles Leduc was a priest under the Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston.
Leduc was the priest at the local church young Charles Whitman attended. Charles, who was his alter boy, was also in the scouting program Leduc helped to lead at the church. At 12, Whitman became the youngest ever to attain the status of Eagle Scout.
The Archdiocese of Galveston-Houston released records of priests, including Leduc, who were credibly accused of sexual abuse of minors during the time that Whitman was his alter boy.
Joseph Giles Leduc * Birth Year:1929 * Ordination:1955 * Status: Deceased 1981
Whitman stayed in contact with the priest even during his time in the military. After leaving the military he moved blocks away from Leduc and began spending time at the priest’s house.
Leduc presided over Whitman's very hasty marriage. Before his marriage Whitman wrote a letter to his fiancee, commenting that he hopes he's not a homosexual. There's also the fateful connection between Whitman's mass murders, just after Leduc's posting to Alaska.
His younger brothers Patrick also was an alter boy for years under Leduc. Patrick married and had two daughters before coming out as gay and acknowledging being abused.
——————————————
Anders Breivik Date: 22 July 2011 Age: 32 Location: Government building/summer camp Location: Oslo and Utoya, Norway
77 Killed: 319 Wounded
“After the attack, several people reported to the police that they had homosexual contact with Breivik (Borchgrevink, 2013, p. 143).
He felt threatened and contaminated by modern gender roles, complaining that he had been “femi- nized.” His masculinity was so fragile that “when his mother makes him ‘emotionally unstable’, then in a way she also turns him into a woman” (Borchgrevink, 2013, p. 178). “
https://schoolshooters.info/sites/default/files/Desperate_Identities.pdf
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Omar Mateen Date: 12 June 2016 Age: 29 Location: Pulse Nightclub Orlando, Florida
49 Killed
“Mateen, who was killed by police during the rampage on the Pulse nightclub early on June 12, was gay according to a male who came forward afterwards. He described his relationship with Mateen as "friends with benefits." He said the sexual relationship lasted about two months, and they met at a hotel in Orlando between 15 and 20 times.
Men and women have come forward to the FBI claiming to have had a relationship with Mateen
A former classmate at Indian River Community College told the Palm Beach Post that Mateen went to gay bars with classmates and once tried to pick him up. Four regulars at Pulse, the nightclub where the shooting occurred, told the Orlando Sentinel they had seen Mateen there before.
Ex-Wife Says Orlando Shooter Might Have Been Hiding Homosexuality From His Family
The man who killed 49 people at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Omar Mateen, was a regular patron of gay clubs in Florida for years, club employees, acquaintances and former classmates told ABC News.
Orlando gunman had used gay dating app and visited LGBT nightclub on other occasions, witnesses say.”
https://www.latimes.com/nation/la-na-orlando-nightclub-shooting-20160613-snap-story.html
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John Wayne Gacy
33 killed
“John Wayne Gacy was an American serial killer and sex offender who raped, tortured, and murdered at least 33 young men and boys in Norwood Park Township, Illinois, a suburb of Chicago.”
The murders were described as “bizarre sex slayings”, and “gay sex-murders”.
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Jeffrey Dahmer
17 killed
Dahmer—also known as the Milwaukee Cannibal and the Milwaukee Monster—was an American serial killer and sex offender who murdered and dismembered 17 men and boys in the Milwaukee, Wisconsin, area between 1978 to 1991.
Dahmer came out as gay for the first time to a judge in 1989 after he was convicted of sexual assault and enticing a child for immoral purposes, according to the Don Davis’ 1992 biography The Milwaukee Murders: Nightmare in Apartment 213: the Twisted True Story of the “Real-life Hannibal Lecter.”
He was known as a homosexual and part of Milwaukee’s gay community.
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SCHOOL SHOOTERS
Adam Lanza Date: 14 December 2012 Age: 20 School: Sandy Hook Elementary School Location: Newtown, Connecticut
26 killed
“Even though he communicated with people online, he did not have any friends. Regarding romance and sexuality, Lanza himself was at a loss: “I’m pretty confused when it comes to my sexuality” (Cole- man, 2015, p. 6). He had homosexual content on his computer and wrote at length about pedophilia, defending the practice but denying he was a pedophile. His sexual identity also seems enigmatic. In completing a form for college, on the item about gender, Lanza wrote, “I choose not to answer””(Goldstein, 2013, para. 2).
https://schoolshooters.info/sites/default/files/Desperate_Identities.pdf
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Audie Hale Date: 26 March 2023 Age: 28 School: Covenant Catholic School Location: Nashville, TN
Audrie was a Trans Male born a biological female who identified as he/him.
According to Hale's parents Hale was under a doctor's care for an "emotional disorder”.
6 Killed 0 wounded
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Steven Kazmierczak Date: 14 Feb 2008 Age: 20 School: Northern Illinois University Location: DeKalb, Illinois
5 Killed 17 wounded
“experimented with gay encounters (Steven Kazmierczak)”
“Steven Kazmierczak had casual encounters with both males and females.
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/308226602_School_Shooters_A_Miscellany
“Steve has been with a man before. He'll admit this to Jessica years later. But his friends in high school don't know.”
https://www.esquire.com/news-politics/a4863/steven-kazmierczak-0808/
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Eric Houston Date: 1 May 1992 Age: 20 School: Lindhurst High School Location: Oliverhurst, California
4 Killed
“He was confused about his sexual identity. A photograph of Houston at approximately 3 years of age shows him wearing a dress. Houston’s middle name was Christopher and on the back of the photo is written, “See, daddy, Chris was a good girl. You never believe he’s a boy” (California v. Houston, 2008, p. 100). This is a confusing message, and if Houston was only 3 (and developmentally delayed), then he would not have been the one to write the message. The potential impact of this may be seen in Houston’s obsession with the military, weapons, and SWAT teams as soon as he hit puberty. He may have sought out these masculine interests to compensate for his confused gender identity. Adding further complications, Houston was molested during high school by a male teacher. The molestations reportedly tore skin on his penis and caused bruising and painful urination (California v. Houston, 2007). The molestation raised profound questions for Houston about his sexuality. He experimented with homosexual contacts and blamed his teacher for his homosexual feelings.”
https://schoolshooters.info/sites/default/files/Desperate_Identities.pdf
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Eric Hainstock Date: 29 Sep 2006 Age: 15 School: Weston High Location: Cazenovia, Wisconsin 1 Killed
He was allegedly upset that Weston High School’s principal, John Klang, had done nothing to stop other students from teasing him about his sexuality.
https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2007/05/02/school-shooting-linked-to-gay-abuse/
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Maya / Alec McKinney Age 16 Devon Erickson. Age 18 Date: 7 May 2019 School: STEM Highlands Ranch Location: Highlands Ranch, Colorado 1 Killed 8 wounded
Maya /Alec McKinney is Trans
“McKinney said he planned to target two students in particular as they had bullied and ridiculed him due to his gender identity and called him disgusting. McKinney said that "he wanted the kids at the school to experience bad things, have to suffer from the trauma like he has had to in his life." McKinney also stated he has heard voices and has suffered from homicidal and suicidal thoughts since the age of 12, and refused to take medication so that he wouldn't feel alone.”
“Alec McKinney that he had been sexually abused when he was 7 years old.”
https://krdo.com/news/2019/11/21/younger-stem-school-shooting-suspect-was-subject-of-safe2tell-tip-months-before-attack/
Other Mass Killers
Bruce McArthur
He was a homosexual and part of Toronto’s LGBTQ+ community.
8 killed. Toronto 2010-2017
Dennis Nilsen
Homosexual
12 killed. London 1978-1983
2023.03.29 04:26 skankzappa LOST: Jansport backpack with iPad inside
So today around 2pm I was sitting on a bench outside Uncle Fatih's/Jamjar and had set my blue Jansport backpack down right next to me. Of course, I didn't take it with me when I got up and started walking back toward campus. I didn't get far (maybe 30 seconds, was next to Loafe) before I realized and ran back to look - by then, it was already gone.
I provided the perfect opportunity for theft, but I'm holding out hope as much as I can that someone honest found it. The main item of value was a 12.9" 4th gen iPad Pro in a black case. However, because it's offline, Find My Device is of no help right now. The bag also had my medication (with my name/pharmacy phone no.), but no other ID in it, just random toiletries/snacks. I've already checked in with the businesses nearby, RCMP, and UBC Security. This feels like the latest (and definitely the worst) event in a series of bad luck for me lately. The area is crowded and right near transit, so the odds aren't good with something valuable. I'm beside myself about it, and willing to try anything! I'm happy to provide a reward - I rely on the iPad for what I do, and it was a big outlay to buy it a few months ago.
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I provided the perfect opportunity for theft, but I'm holding out hope as much as I can that someone honest found it. The main item of value was a 12.9" 4th gen iPad Pro in a black case. However, because it's offline, Find My Device is of no help right now. The bag also had my medication (with my name/pharmacy phone no.), but no other ID in it, just random toiletries/snacks. I've already checked in with the businesses nearby, RCMP, and UBC Security. This feels like the latest (and definitely the worst) event in a series of bad luck for me lately. The area is crowded and right near transit, so the odds aren't good with something valuable. I'm beside myself about it, and willing to try anything! I'm happy to provide a reward - I rely on the iPad for what I do, and it was a big outlay to buy it a few months ago.
2023.03.29 04:19 ThrowRAS4A She (19F) didn’t want to kiss me (20M) because she was on her period. I feel hurt. What should I do?
A woman I’ve been dating but not in a relationship with has not kissed me in over a week. This is due to partly our schedules being complicated and seeing her only twice the past week. The first time she didn’t want to kiss me because we were near the school and didn’t want anyone to see us.
Today I tried to kiss her goodbye away from the school campus but she said she’s on her period and doesn’t want to be touched. I said no problem and walked away. I’m hurt by this situation. Seems like she doesn’t want to kiss me. What should I do?
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Today I tried to kiss her goodbye away from the school campus but she said she’s on her period and doesn’t want to be touched. I said no problem and walked away. I’m hurt by this situation. Seems like she doesn’t want to kiss me. What should I do?
2023.03.29 04:04 Yarbles The Official Report of the March RVA Reddit (no we haven't) Bookclub
Okay, last week we pulled up for a quick book caucus, and it wasn't so bad. It wasn't nearly as cold as I thought it would be. Two new people showed up, Aurora_the_Off-White and MunsonTime, and we need a few new dudes. We went right into How High We Go in the Dark by Sequoia Nagamatsu, and most of us actually read it this time, so good timing.
Aurora told us the author started writing it over a decade ago and the pandemic elements are a coincidence to our experience over the last couple of years. She really appreciated the last chapter and thought it really brought the disparate stories together. Munson said that the theme of the stories was people dealing with their grief and mourning of lost loved ones. He liked the style of seemingly disparate stories about ordinary people dealing with their circumstance. Everyone had a high opinion of the book, though I thought there was some inconsistency and we could maybe have done without the pig boy story.
Incorrigible_muffin said How High We Go reminded her of The Candy House by Jennifer Egan, which she said was a series of loosely connected vignettes and stories. Candy House is a sequel of A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, but Muffin says you don't need to it to fully enjoy The Candy House.
Someone else threw out World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks, which is the prototype of the strongly themed short story collections. We talked about other near future post-apocalyptic works, and lamented that there were few well-written ones. Coconut thought Station Eleven belonged in the discussion and we all agreed that it was excellent. We talked about Emily St. John Mandel's other works The Glass Hotel and Sea of Tranquility and those of use who had read them had a high opinion of them. I recently read The Dog Stars by Peter Heller and can recommended it as a mashup of post apocalyptic gun nuts and spicy romance done by a high quality author.
We talked about N.K. Jemisin's The City We Became and we had mixed appreciation for it. Muffin thought it was amazing, and thought the same of its sequel, The World We Make. She has spent a lot of time in New York and the story elements really resonated for her. Apparently there's also a Great Cities 0.5 that I haven't heard of before called The City Born Great.
We discussed some of NK Jemesin's other series such as the Broken Earth series starting with The Fifth Seasonand The Inheritance Cycle, starting with The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
Munson had only been to New York once and couldn't relate to the city like Muffin or Coconut could. He gave it a shot and then switched to a different book. I was listening to the audio book, and the narrator started acting out the book and that ruined it for me. She'd whisper parts and I'd have to turn it up, and then she's yell parts and it just got more and more annoying. I usually listen to nonfiction books.
We talked about the compulsion to finish books. Everyone has a position. Some people feel like they're failing if they abandon a book. I say if you're not enjoying the book, you're wasting your time. Munson talked about reading Against the Day by Thomas Pynchon with a group of his friends, and finding it such a slog that he ended up not reading anything for three months because he couldn't swallow any more of Against the Day.
Munson is most excited about hard science fiction, and is currently finishing the third book in the Remembrance of Earth's Past series by Cixin Liu, which I think is The Redemption of Time. The other two books are the The Three-Body Problem and Death's End.
Aurora is working on the the Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas and is liking it. She says very similar things as Laucchi when she was reading it, notably that it started as practically YA and become more adult and pretty spicy in later books. She liked the depiction of the Fae Court being darker and more complex than simpler stories tend to depict. She noted how similar it was to the one in the The Dresden Files and we talked about the wizard with a shotgun motif. She also mentioned a new book by the author of Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer but I didn't know which one it was.
Quite a few of the people who had read the Dresden books found them to be misogynistic or at least condescending towards women. Muffin talked about a common convention in urban fantasy where the hero adopts a patronizing attitude and tries to handle all the problems in the world. The hero tries to keep his friends safe rather than allow them to help themselves or utilize those resources to take care of their common problems. She pointed out places in the Harry Potter series where that was happening. I always recommend the Alex Verus series for urban fantasy, and it has some of those tendencies as well.
Speaking of urban fantasy, Muffin read the third book of The Checquy Files, but didn't think it was as good as the second book, which itself was not as good as the first. So now I'm less excited about reading it, but I'll probably still give it a try. All of us really liked The Rook. We talked about the Laundry Files by Charles Stross as having a similar urban fantasy/Ministry of Information flavor.
Muffin heartily recommends Pusheen the Cat's Guide to Everything by Claire Belton, giving it 5 out of 5 paws. She doesn't normally drift into historical fiction, but picked up The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell. She says it surprised her by having a typical Dutch sailor and the courtesan romance, but said the two halves of the relationship were fairly equal and it was less condescending toward the female character than she expected.
She read Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, sequel to Ninth House, saying it was well plotted and well paced. The premise of the books is that there were eight secret societies at Yale that were indulging in various dark sorceries, and a ninth house that was supposed to keep them in line. She also rather liked Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn, saying it was The Golden Girls meets Murder Inc.
We talked extensively about Neal Stephenson and each of us had a different favorite book by him. I said that Quicksilver was my favorite Neal Stephenson book but then Coconut mentioned The Diamond Age, and I had to change my answer to that. We talked about:
We talked about audiobooks, and Munson said that the graphic audio version of Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson was a lot of fun, and recommended Life is So Good by George Dawson read by Levar Burton. We also covered Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin, The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward, The Past is Red by Catherine Valente, and The Measure by Nikki Erlick.
Coming Up on April 23
Coming Up on June 18
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Aurora told us the author started writing it over a decade ago and the pandemic elements are a coincidence to our experience over the last couple of years. She really appreciated the last chapter and thought it really brought the disparate stories together. Munson said that the theme of the stories was people dealing with their grief and mourning of lost loved ones. He liked the style of seemingly disparate stories about ordinary people dealing with their circumstance. Everyone had a high opinion of the book, though I thought there was some inconsistency and we could maybe have done without the pig boy story.
Incorrigible_muffin said How High We Go reminded her of The Candy House by Jennifer Egan, which she said was a series of loosely connected vignettes and stories. Candy House is a sequel of A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, but Muffin says you don't need to it to fully enjoy The Candy House.
Someone else threw out World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks, which is the prototype of the strongly themed short story collections. We talked about other near future post-apocalyptic works, and lamented that there were few well-written ones. Coconut thought Station Eleven belonged in the discussion and we all agreed that it was excellent. We talked about Emily St. John Mandel's other works The Glass Hotel and Sea of Tranquility and those of use who had read them had a high opinion of them. I recently read The Dog Stars by Peter Heller and can recommended it as a mashup of post apocalyptic gun nuts and spicy romance done by a high quality author.
We talked about N.K. Jemisin's The City We Became and we had mixed appreciation for it. Muffin thought it was amazing, and thought the same of its sequel, The World We Make. She has spent a lot of time in New York and the story elements really resonated for her. Apparently there's also a Great Cities 0.5 that I haven't heard of before called The City Born Great.
We discussed some of NK Jemesin's other series such as the Broken Earth series starting with The Fifth Seasonand The Inheritance Cycle, starting with The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
Munson had only been to New York once and couldn't relate to the city like Muffin or Coconut could. He gave it a shot and then switched to a different book. I was listening to the audio book, and the narrator started acting out the book and that ruined it for me. She'd whisper parts and I'd have to turn it up, and then she's yell parts and it just got more and more annoying. I usually listen to nonfiction books.
We talked about the compulsion to finish books. Everyone has a position. Some people feel like they're failing if they abandon a book. I say if you're not enjoying the book, you're wasting your time. Munson talked about reading Against the Day by Thomas Pynchon with a group of his friends, and finding it such a slog that he ended up not reading anything for three months because he couldn't swallow any more of Against the Day.
Munson is most excited about hard science fiction, and is currently finishing the third book in the Remembrance of Earth's Past series by Cixin Liu, which I think is The Redemption of Time. The other two books are the The Three-Body Problem and Death's End.
Aurora is working on the the Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas and is liking it. She says very similar things as Laucchi when she was reading it, notably that it started as practically YA and become more adult and pretty spicy in later books. She liked the depiction of the Fae Court being darker and more complex than simpler stories tend to depict. She noted how similar it was to the one in the The Dresden Files and we talked about the wizard with a shotgun motif. She also mentioned a new book by the author of Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer but I didn't know which one it was.
Quite a few of the people who had read the Dresden books found them to be misogynistic or at least condescending towards women. Muffin talked about a common convention in urban fantasy where the hero adopts a patronizing attitude and tries to handle all the problems in the world. The hero tries to keep his friends safe rather than allow them to help themselves or utilize those resources to take care of their common problems. She pointed out places in the Harry Potter series where that was happening. I always recommend the Alex Verus series for urban fantasy, and it has some of those tendencies as well.
Speaking of urban fantasy, Muffin read the third book of The Checquy Files, but didn't think it was as good as the second book, which itself was not as good as the first. So now I'm less excited about reading it, but I'll probably still give it a try. All of us really liked The Rook. We talked about the Laundry Files by Charles Stross as having a similar urban fantasy/Ministry of Information flavor.
Muffin heartily recommends Pusheen the Cat's Guide to Everything by Claire Belton, giving it 5 out of 5 paws. She doesn't normally drift into historical fiction, but picked up The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell. She says it surprised her by having a typical Dutch sailor and the courtesan romance, but said the two halves of the relationship were fairly equal and it was less condescending toward the female character than she expected.
She read Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, sequel to Ninth House, saying it was well plotted and well paced. The premise of the books is that there were eight secret societies at Yale that were indulging in various dark sorceries, and a ninth house that was supposed to keep them in line. She also rather liked Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn, saying it was The Golden Girls meets Murder Inc.
We talked extensively about Neal Stephenson and each of us had a different favorite book by him. I said that Quicksilver was my favorite Neal Stephenson book but then Coconut mentioned The Diamond Age, and I had to change my answer to that. We talked about:
- Snow Crash
- Anathem
- Cryptonomicon
- The Diamond Age: or, A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer
- Fall; Or, Dodge in Hell
- Reamde
- Seveneves
- Termination Shock
We talked about audiobooks, and Munson said that the graphic audio version of Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson was a lot of fun, and recommended Life is So Good by George Dawson read by Levar Burton. We also covered Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin, The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward, The Past is Red by Catherine Valente, and The Measure by Nikki Erlick.
Coming Up on April 23
- Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt
- Trans-Galactic Bike Ride: Feminist Bicycle Science Fiction Stories of Transgender and Nonbinary Adventurers edited by Lydia Rogue
Coming Up on June 18
- Fall; Or, Dodge in Hell
- or some other Neal Stephenson book
- Just pick a book in your To Be Read pile and tell us about it. We were lamenting the large backlog that each of each is carrying around and decided to just knock some of them out.
2023.03.29 03:47 DangerousStarSeeker Does anyone know the name of this travel group?
My great aunt used to travel a lot and she used a travel agency located in Queens, New York. She would brag about visiting countries like Switzerland, Italy, France, etc. She told my mom she paid about $5k for the trip and was with a tour group the entire time. The agency arranged the plane tickets, hotels, activities, and tour guides. The only thing that wasn't covered were her meals. According to her, everyone on the trip was Guyanese like her. Guyanese people were the ones using the agency which leads me to believe the agency was located near Liberty. I think my aunt was a part of some travel club. She would go on multiple trips with this agency, and it made my mom so jealous. I've been looking for the agency online and I can't find it. I showed her other companies like Intrepid, but she insists on using the one my aunt used. Sadly, my aunt passed away before giving us the name and her daughter claims she doesn't know. My aunt has been traveling with the group since the early 2000s. Does anyone know the name? Thank you in advance.
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2023.03.29 03:20 Nice-Letter3163 Good Property Management Companies Near Loyola?
Hi all,
I recently got in as a grad student and will be moving from Ohio. I wanted to find a 1 bed apartment that was 1400 or less and near the campus or in Rogers Park. I was looking into BJB properties but the unit I was looking has already been rented.
Any other suggestions? I'm pretty stumped.
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I recently got in as a grad student and will be moving from Ohio. I wanted to find a 1 bed apartment that was 1400 or less and near the campus or in Rogers Park. I was looking into BJB properties but the unit I was looking has already been rented.
Any other suggestions? I'm pretty stumped.
2023.03.29 02:50 anonymousj100 I Keep Ending Up Back Where I Began Every Time I Try To Move Forward With My Life
Short background info: I'm 19M with no job, no driver's license, and am not in college, due to the fact that I keep ending up in these situations, and I've lost all trust for any system that's supposed to help me.
The first instance of this phenomenon really happening was when I was 17 and in my senior semester of high school (I was in online school and had voluntarily opted to graduate a semester early as I thought it would be helpful). It proved more difficult than I had anticipated, but not for reasons you would initially think. Not only did the school decide to TRIPLE the amount of written assignments that year for everyone, but my town specifically was also having near-weekly power outages that just so happened to occur during this period of time, and caused me to miss a whole bunch of work, significantly impacting my grades. The cherry on top was that, at the end of the semester, the testing center for the ACT/SAT was too far of a drive, and iirc my family was having issues with our car anyway, so I never got to take either. I did manage to scrape by, barely graduating with all C's for the semester. However, my options for college have been significantly limited forever, due to this convoluted situation of external factors.
The next instance of this happening has to do with my first (and only) semester of college. It was an online school with a 100% acceptance rate. I was studying accounting but it ended up being confusing and had less to do with math (which I enjoyed) than I had thought. Still, I persisted and was on track to do fine for the semester. That is until my family decided to move across the country on a 2-week-long road trip, and I had no choice but to go with them as I live with them. Due to being on the road all day and only staying at hotels at night, I had practically no internet access once again. It was kinda like my high school situation all over again, but for a different reason. When I finally got internet access again at the new house, I realized I had missed pretty much the most important work of the semester, and all my A's and B's had turned into F's. The semester was almost over too, leaving me no time to realistically raise my grades enough to pass, so I sucked it up and failed and never went back. Almost a whole semester worth of college work for nothing, leaving me back at square one, just older.
The third, most recent, and arguably most tragic instance of this happening just happened last year. I can't really go into much detail regarding the opportunity that was affected, but I can share what happened to me individually. Basically, I was in a really rare but cool opportunity right up my alley that lasted a few months and would benefit me forever. For the first half, it was going smoothly. I was also just learning to drive and had just scheduled my road test. However, Hurricane Ian eventually decided to strike and take out the power pretty much the day before my road test and also interfere with said opportunity. Simultaneously, I started experiencing many strange health issues. Over the next few weeks they got worse. To put a long story short, eventually I couldn't fall asleep at all, was having seizures (or at least something similar), was misdiagnosed with schizophrenia, and put in a mental ward for 10 days. I eventually came back to normal, but I strongly believe I was misdiagnosed and still haven't received closure or a real second opinion. You can find more about this in my post history. My best guess is that I had a blood clot in my brain/head, because immediately after one of the seizures, I felt a crack in the back of my head which triggered a really bad nosebleed, and after that I gradually started getting better. This seizure also happened WHILE in the mental hospital and they said I was FAKING all of it. They actually kept me longer because I "faked" that seizure (When I didn't, it was real. Maybe it wasn't a seizure, but whatever it was, it was similar and wasn't fun). I'm still really mad about that, because I probably could have died from their negligence had it been something worse. Anyways, the opportunity I was in just kept going on without me because there were other people in it, but it was pretty much over by the time I got out, which felt really isolating and basically ruined what was left of it for me specifically.
But yeah, to sum up, every time I think I'm doing something to move forward with my life, something else always comes along and interferes to the point of sabotage. I'm sick of this happening and have made no further efforts to improve my life anymore because something stupid always happens that sets me back to where I began. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sick of mooching off my parents and feeling embarrassingly inferior and increasingly incompetent compared to my fellow young adults, but it's still better than going through these types of experiences repeatedly and wasting my time.
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The first instance of this phenomenon really happening was when I was 17 and in my senior semester of high school (I was in online school and had voluntarily opted to graduate a semester early as I thought it would be helpful). It proved more difficult than I had anticipated, but not for reasons you would initially think. Not only did the school decide to TRIPLE the amount of written assignments that year for everyone, but my town specifically was also having near-weekly power outages that just so happened to occur during this period of time, and caused me to miss a whole bunch of work, significantly impacting my grades. The cherry on top was that, at the end of the semester, the testing center for the ACT/SAT was too far of a drive, and iirc my family was having issues with our car anyway, so I never got to take either. I did manage to scrape by, barely graduating with all C's for the semester. However, my options for college have been significantly limited forever, due to this convoluted situation of external factors.
The next instance of this happening has to do with my first (and only) semester of college. It was an online school with a 100% acceptance rate. I was studying accounting but it ended up being confusing and had less to do with math (which I enjoyed) than I had thought. Still, I persisted and was on track to do fine for the semester. That is until my family decided to move across the country on a 2-week-long road trip, and I had no choice but to go with them as I live with them. Due to being on the road all day and only staying at hotels at night, I had practically no internet access once again. It was kinda like my high school situation all over again, but for a different reason. When I finally got internet access again at the new house, I realized I had missed pretty much the most important work of the semester, and all my A's and B's had turned into F's. The semester was almost over too, leaving me no time to realistically raise my grades enough to pass, so I sucked it up and failed and never went back. Almost a whole semester worth of college work for nothing, leaving me back at square one, just older.
The third, most recent, and arguably most tragic instance of this happening just happened last year. I can't really go into much detail regarding the opportunity that was affected, but I can share what happened to me individually. Basically, I was in a really rare but cool opportunity right up my alley that lasted a few months and would benefit me forever. For the first half, it was going smoothly. I was also just learning to drive and had just scheduled my road test. However, Hurricane Ian eventually decided to strike and take out the power pretty much the day before my road test and also interfere with said opportunity. Simultaneously, I started experiencing many strange health issues. Over the next few weeks they got worse. To put a long story short, eventually I couldn't fall asleep at all, was having seizures (or at least something similar), was misdiagnosed with schizophrenia, and put in a mental ward for 10 days. I eventually came back to normal, but I strongly believe I was misdiagnosed and still haven't received closure or a real second opinion. You can find more about this in my post history. My best guess is that I had a blood clot in my brain/head, because immediately after one of the seizures, I felt a crack in the back of my head which triggered a really bad nosebleed, and after that I gradually started getting better. This seizure also happened WHILE in the mental hospital and they said I was FAKING all of it. They actually kept me longer because I "faked" that seizure (When I didn't, it was real. Maybe it wasn't a seizure, but whatever it was, it was similar and wasn't fun). I'm still really mad about that, because I probably could have died from their negligence had it been something worse. Anyways, the opportunity I was in just kept going on without me because there were other people in it, but it was pretty much over by the time I got out, which felt really isolating and basically ruined what was left of it for me specifically.
But yeah, to sum up, every time I think I'm doing something to move forward with my life, something else always comes along and interferes to the point of sabotage. I'm sick of this happening and have made no further efforts to improve my life anymore because something stupid always happens that sets me back to where I began. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sick of mooching off my parents and feeling embarrassingly inferior and increasingly incompetent compared to my fellow young adults, but it's still better than going through these types of experiences repeatedly and wasting my time.
2023.03.29 02:43 dylanypyen NYU has sent offers of admissions to the Class of 2027. From nearly 120,000 applicants, 8% received offers. Three of NYU’s undergraduate colleges offered admission to fewer than 5% of applicants.
March 28, 2023.
New York City
NYU today released offers of admission to the Class of 2027. Offers of admission to NYU’s New York campus were made to 8% of applicants—a record. Three of NYU’s undergraduate colleges offered admission to fewer than 5% of applicants.
These talented and diverse students were selected from nearly 120,000 applications for first-year admission (13% more than last year and another record-setting number of applications). The admitted class represents a median SAT score of 1540.
Next fall’s entering class of approximately 5,700 first-year students will be diverse: it is expected to have no racial or ethnic majority, and almost 26% identify as American Indian/Alaskan Native, Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander, Black/African American, or Hispanic. In the admitted class, 19% identify as first in their families to attend college and 20% are Pell Grant recipients. Admitted students hail from all 50 states, the District of Columbia, and Puerto Rico, and represent 86 countries. NYU meets demonstrated need for entering first year students.
Full Press Release Here
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New York City
NYU today released offers of admission to the Class of 2027. Offers of admission to NYU’s New York campus were made to 8% of applicants—a record. Three of NYU’s undergraduate colleges offered admission to fewer than 5% of applicants.
These talented and diverse students were selected from nearly 120,000 applications for first-year admission (13% more than last year and another record-setting number of applications). The admitted class represents a median SAT score of 1540.
Next fall’s entering class of approximately 5,700 first-year students will be diverse: it is expected to have no racial or ethnic majority, and almost 26% identify as American Indian/Alaskan Native, Native Hawaiian or Other Pacific Islander, Black/African American, or Hispanic. In the admitted class, 19% identify as first in their families to attend college and 20% are Pell Grant recipients. Admitted students hail from all 50 states, the District of Columbia, and Puerto Rico, and represent 86 countries. NYU meets demonstrated need for entering first year students.
Full Press Release Here
2023.03.29 02:37 esteemedmothman The Mirror
I don’t even really like antiques, is the thing. My vision for my apartment—the first place I was ever living in on my own, a studio—was an uncluttered, modern kind of vibe. The place I was moving from had enough old shit in it. Not antiques, per se, but it was the kind of roommate share apartment that had been passed down from roommate to roommate since anyone on the lease could remember, and everything was a hand-me-down or something that a former resident had left behind when they upgraded to a new living situation.
Unfortunately, the cost of the safety deposit and first month’s rent and movers and all the other nonsense that comes with moving had really wiped out my savings, so as much as I wanted to live that Shiny New Apartment Life I was in fact browsing local thrift stores for new furniture. My favorite find was an extremely retro-looking armchair upholstered in green velvet. I didn’t have a couch yet, but since I was living alone it didn’t seem like too much of a priority. At another store, a few weeks later, I found an old 70s stand mixer in the exact same shade of green—convenient since my living room was also my kitchen was also my bedroom. To complete the midcentury vibe, in a third thrift store I found a really cool old mirror. It was big and round, with gold spikes radiating out from it like light from a child’s drawing of the sun. Little did I know at the time—well.
The problem was hanging it up. I admit I’m not much of a handy…woman? Handyperson? My go-to wall art solution is command strips. But this mirror was pretty heavy, and it would also be ideally situated above my tv, so I bought a wall hanging kit and watched about a thousand YouTube videos about drywall anchors. I was feeling very empowered by the end of my home improvement YouTube binge: I was a competent modern woman living in my own apartment! Surely I would be able to tackle any possible hurdle life could throw at me! I got out the little toolkit my dad had gifted me when I first decided to live on my own and pulled out the hammer, feeling the weight of it in my hand while looking resolutely at the spot on the wall where I was going to hang the mirror.
It did not go great. By the end of my efforts I was covered in plaster dust, my fingers were throbbing, and I had busted a half-inch hole directly in the middle of the white wall in a location that would be impossible for the building manager to miss when he was deciding whether to give me my safety deposit back when I eventually moved out. I guess it doesn’t matter whether it’s “handywoman” or “handyperson” because I am not either one.
I ended up securing the mirror to the wall with about ten command strips, then subsequently realized I hadn’t accounted for the height of my tv stand and I would have to shift the whole thing up the wall by about a foot and a half.
After having a little cry and some well-deserved takeout, I set the mirror on the floor and abandoned the project for the night, promising myself that the spot on the floor would NOT become the mirror’s permanent home.
It absolutely did.
It was summer, the busiest season at my job, and I was working long hours and coming home absolutely exhausted most evenings. On my days off I preferred to curl up in my armchair watching Netflix rather than attempt more home improvement projects. My one living-alone indulgence was that I adopted a cat.
He’s a dignified older gentleman of a cat, gray and white, with a little marking on his chest like he’s wearing a badge or something. That’s where his name came from: I call him The Admiral. I had meant to call him something else, but that’s what stuck. It amused me to say to my coworkers, “I have to get home to The Admiral,” or, “The Admiral woke me up early this morning.”
The Admiral is a great companion—I still have him, of course. He spent most of his time in the apartment getting fur all over my armchair even though I bought a cat tree for him to climb on. Being a distinguished older gentleman, he doesn’t play with cat toys very much, but when I was living there I noticed that sometimes he would focus on the inner wall of the apartment. He didn’t much care about the walls with windows, that opened onto the courtyard of the building, which I thought was weird, because I could usually see birds flitting between the branches of the trees in the courtyard. No, The Admiral was fixated on the wall of my little apartment that butted up against the rest of the apartment building. The one with the mirror leaning against it.
The mirror was still propped against the wall, its wide shining surface reflecting nothing in particular: just the empty place where the opposite wall met the ceiling. Sometimes, when I was watching tv, I caught movement there out of the corner of my eye, but I always managed to convince myself it was just shadows. The bigger problem was the noises: sometimes while lying in bed if I strained my hearing I thought there were tiny skittering or scratching noises in the walls. They were quiet enough that I always decided that it was my anxious imagination, coming up with ways to stress about this otherwise amazing living situation. I didn’t know what any of my neighbors’ apartments looked like, only that the building was a prewar one that had been haphazardly renovated over the years. I couldn’t even really tell the dimensions of the apartment that was next to mine. I had been nervous that I would be annoyed by the faint sound of my neighbor playing music or something, but I didn’t ever hear any human noises through the wall, just the scratching. Gross as it was, I figured there were probably mice.
Spooky mirror and possible mice aside, I truly loved living alone. No roommates waking me up coming back drunk from the bar, no unwashed dishes in the sink, no one moving my stuff without my knowing it. Well… mostly. Every once in a while I would come home with the sense that things in my home were slightly different, my little trinkets disturbed, the piles of half-worn not-quite-dirty-yet clothes disarrayed where they were draped over the back of my chair. Times like this The Admiral was always meowing like crazy, weaving anxiously around my feet and butting his head against my calves, and he would sleep in bed with me afterwards, too, which he usually didn’t like to do. But apart from these few incidents I loved living alone, I loved my cat, and I loved the freedom of never wearing pants in my apartment.
As the summer came to an end, my job finally stopped being so chaotic and I took a few well-deserved days off. Although initially I had had the vague idea of going on a trip somewhere, all I really wanted to do was watch tv and cuddle my cat so I decided to stock up on snacks and have a staycation. Those first few days were glorious: I slept late, ate junk food, and spoiled the hell out of the Admiral, giving him extra treats all day and not chasing him off my green chair even though he was getting fur all over it.
I guess that was what I noticed first: even though The Admiral was getting extra treats, he was still spending a lot of time staring at the wall of my apartment that had the mirror leaning against it. It seemed ridiculous that this cat, who didn’t even care about the birds flying just outside the windows, would be so fixated on the mice or whatever was living in the walls. I often found my eyes drawn to the mirror, the unassuming face of it reflecting a simple view of the white wall and ceiling. There was never movement there… at least, not when I was looking directly at it.
Anyone who has ever lived alone with a cat knows that you spend nearly your whole life in one-sided dialogue with the cat. “Do I not feed you enough? Are the expensive organic salmon treats not to your taste, your Admiralship? Are your hunting instincts so refined that you are compelled by the sounds within the wall, even though you are living a luxurious life here?” I would jokingly ask him. Sometimes he would look up at me and meow urgently, his eyes enormous, as though trying desperately to tell me something—but how was I supposed to know what?
I spent most evenings of my little staycation curled up in my chair, watching tv, wearing whatever ugly, comfortable oversized lounge clothes I had lying around. After so much time at work the past few months it was bliss to finally be alone. The Admiral usually laid in his bed next to my chair, close enough that I could reach over and pet his head from time to time. That is—usually. Sometimes he would go full Halloween cat, back arched, tail puffed up, ears flattened back, growling low in his throat. Always while facing that same wall, the one behind the tv, with the mirror leaning against it, marred halfway up by the big hole I had accidentally poked in the drywall. Even though I had attempted to repair the hole the broken bits had eventually all fallen out of the hole, so that its jagged edges framed the inky blackness of the inside of the wall. It embarrassed me to look at evidence of my failure so I usually avoided looking at it, but for whatever reason my eyes were drawn to it this time—and it wasn’t blackness that I saw.
It was a glimpse of white.
The white of an eye.
I startled and jumped out of the chair. The Admiral was freaking out, growling with a ferocity I had never heard before. I knew I wasn’t imagining things, because The Admiral was never this upset. But I didn’t know what to do. It seemed silly to call the cops. “Hello, 911, I maybe saw something in a little hole I accidentally poked in my wall trying to hang up a mirror, and also my cat is flipping out, can you send your best officers?”
Yet there was no way in hell I was staying there that night, so I got the Admiral into his cat carrier and stayed in a god damn hotel room. Yes, I smuggled my cat into a hotel room. What was I supposed to do, leave him there?
It was a miserable night. I was anxious, The Admiral was anxious, and the less said about how I improvised a litter box in a hotel room, the better. The next day I steeled my nerves and asked a friend to come investigate my apartment with me. I apologized, said it was probably nothing and I was being silly, but fortunately he was understanding.
I realized I looked ridiculous waiting for my friend outside my apartment building. The only clothing I had was the faded and stretched-out old band t-shirt I had been wearing when I fled the night before and the lounge pants I had hastily thrown on before opening the door. I crossed my arms over my chest uncomfortably, very aware that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Thankfully, when my friend Ben showed up, he looked deadly serious. We had talked on the phone last night, and I guess he had realized from the tone of my voice how scared I truly was. He had brought with him a big flashlight and, to my amusement, a crowbar, as though he was ready to fight any intruder we might encounter.
The apartment looked the same as ever, not even with that feeling of my stuff being moved that I sometimes had. I clutched the cat carrier to my chest as Ben looked around, shining the flashlight into my kitchen cabinets, under my bed, into my closet. I had just managed to convince myself that The Admiral and I had both been seeing things the night before when Ben went over to the wall with the mirror and leaned over, peering at the hole in the plaster.
“Hey, I don’t want to scare you,” he said, scaring me.
My grip tightened on the cat carrier as Ben pressed his face against the wall, shining the flashlight at an oblique angle toward the hole so that he could see inside.
“What,” I whispered.
“It looks like someone’s been… living back here.”
Well, we did call the cops after that. It was surreal to be sitting on my bed, still holding the cat carrier, with Ben’s sweatshirt draped over my shoulders, as the cops poked around the apartment and said very matter-of-factly that it looked like a human being had indeed been living in the little space beside my wall. There were pillows and blankets and lots of snack food wrappers strewn about. I remembered the scratching noises I had thought I heard while lying in bed and felt sick. It wasn’t a mouse: it was someone peeling the wrappers off candy bars while spying on me.
The police report did make it easy for me to break my lease without penalty, thank god, and I’ve temporarily moved in with Ben while I try to find a new living situation. It’s not ideal, but The Admiral hasn’t had any freakouts since we moved in here, so I think it’s safe.
I’ve been extra careful to check my new room’s walls for holes, though.
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Unfortunately, the cost of the safety deposit and first month’s rent and movers and all the other nonsense that comes with moving had really wiped out my savings, so as much as I wanted to live that Shiny New Apartment Life I was in fact browsing local thrift stores for new furniture. My favorite find was an extremely retro-looking armchair upholstered in green velvet. I didn’t have a couch yet, but since I was living alone it didn’t seem like too much of a priority. At another store, a few weeks later, I found an old 70s stand mixer in the exact same shade of green—convenient since my living room was also my kitchen was also my bedroom. To complete the midcentury vibe, in a third thrift store I found a really cool old mirror. It was big and round, with gold spikes radiating out from it like light from a child’s drawing of the sun. Little did I know at the time—well.
The problem was hanging it up. I admit I’m not much of a handy…woman? Handyperson? My go-to wall art solution is command strips. But this mirror was pretty heavy, and it would also be ideally situated above my tv, so I bought a wall hanging kit and watched about a thousand YouTube videos about drywall anchors. I was feeling very empowered by the end of my home improvement YouTube binge: I was a competent modern woman living in my own apartment! Surely I would be able to tackle any possible hurdle life could throw at me! I got out the little toolkit my dad had gifted me when I first decided to live on my own and pulled out the hammer, feeling the weight of it in my hand while looking resolutely at the spot on the wall where I was going to hang the mirror.
It did not go great. By the end of my efforts I was covered in plaster dust, my fingers were throbbing, and I had busted a half-inch hole directly in the middle of the white wall in a location that would be impossible for the building manager to miss when he was deciding whether to give me my safety deposit back when I eventually moved out. I guess it doesn’t matter whether it’s “handywoman” or “handyperson” because I am not either one.
I ended up securing the mirror to the wall with about ten command strips, then subsequently realized I hadn’t accounted for the height of my tv stand and I would have to shift the whole thing up the wall by about a foot and a half.
After having a little cry and some well-deserved takeout, I set the mirror on the floor and abandoned the project for the night, promising myself that the spot on the floor would NOT become the mirror’s permanent home.
It absolutely did.
It was summer, the busiest season at my job, and I was working long hours and coming home absolutely exhausted most evenings. On my days off I preferred to curl up in my armchair watching Netflix rather than attempt more home improvement projects. My one living-alone indulgence was that I adopted a cat.
He’s a dignified older gentleman of a cat, gray and white, with a little marking on his chest like he’s wearing a badge or something. That’s where his name came from: I call him The Admiral. I had meant to call him something else, but that’s what stuck. It amused me to say to my coworkers, “I have to get home to The Admiral,” or, “The Admiral woke me up early this morning.”
The Admiral is a great companion—I still have him, of course. He spent most of his time in the apartment getting fur all over my armchair even though I bought a cat tree for him to climb on. Being a distinguished older gentleman, he doesn’t play with cat toys very much, but when I was living there I noticed that sometimes he would focus on the inner wall of the apartment. He didn’t much care about the walls with windows, that opened onto the courtyard of the building, which I thought was weird, because I could usually see birds flitting between the branches of the trees in the courtyard. No, The Admiral was fixated on the wall of my little apartment that butted up against the rest of the apartment building. The one with the mirror leaning against it.
The mirror was still propped against the wall, its wide shining surface reflecting nothing in particular: just the empty place where the opposite wall met the ceiling. Sometimes, when I was watching tv, I caught movement there out of the corner of my eye, but I always managed to convince myself it was just shadows. The bigger problem was the noises: sometimes while lying in bed if I strained my hearing I thought there were tiny skittering or scratching noises in the walls. They were quiet enough that I always decided that it was my anxious imagination, coming up with ways to stress about this otherwise amazing living situation. I didn’t know what any of my neighbors’ apartments looked like, only that the building was a prewar one that had been haphazardly renovated over the years. I couldn’t even really tell the dimensions of the apartment that was next to mine. I had been nervous that I would be annoyed by the faint sound of my neighbor playing music or something, but I didn’t ever hear any human noises through the wall, just the scratching. Gross as it was, I figured there were probably mice.
Spooky mirror and possible mice aside, I truly loved living alone. No roommates waking me up coming back drunk from the bar, no unwashed dishes in the sink, no one moving my stuff without my knowing it. Well… mostly. Every once in a while I would come home with the sense that things in my home were slightly different, my little trinkets disturbed, the piles of half-worn not-quite-dirty-yet clothes disarrayed where they were draped over the back of my chair. Times like this The Admiral was always meowing like crazy, weaving anxiously around my feet and butting his head against my calves, and he would sleep in bed with me afterwards, too, which he usually didn’t like to do. But apart from these few incidents I loved living alone, I loved my cat, and I loved the freedom of never wearing pants in my apartment.
As the summer came to an end, my job finally stopped being so chaotic and I took a few well-deserved days off. Although initially I had had the vague idea of going on a trip somewhere, all I really wanted to do was watch tv and cuddle my cat so I decided to stock up on snacks and have a staycation. Those first few days were glorious: I slept late, ate junk food, and spoiled the hell out of the Admiral, giving him extra treats all day and not chasing him off my green chair even though he was getting fur all over it.
I guess that was what I noticed first: even though The Admiral was getting extra treats, he was still spending a lot of time staring at the wall of my apartment that had the mirror leaning against it. It seemed ridiculous that this cat, who didn’t even care about the birds flying just outside the windows, would be so fixated on the mice or whatever was living in the walls. I often found my eyes drawn to the mirror, the unassuming face of it reflecting a simple view of the white wall and ceiling. There was never movement there… at least, not when I was looking directly at it.
Anyone who has ever lived alone with a cat knows that you spend nearly your whole life in one-sided dialogue with the cat. “Do I not feed you enough? Are the expensive organic salmon treats not to your taste, your Admiralship? Are your hunting instincts so refined that you are compelled by the sounds within the wall, even though you are living a luxurious life here?” I would jokingly ask him. Sometimes he would look up at me and meow urgently, his eyes enormous, as though trying desperately to tell me something—but how was I supposed to know what?
I spent most evenings of my little staycation curled up in my chair, watching tv, wearing whatever ugly, comfortable oversized lounge clothes I had lying around. After so much time at work the past few months it was bliss to finally be alone. The Admiral usually laid in his bed next to my chair, close enough that I could reach over and pet his head from time to time. That is—usually. Sometimes he would go full Halloween cat, back arched, tail puffed up, ears flattened back, growling low in his throat. Always while facing that same wall, the one behind the tv, with the mirror leaning against it, marred halfway up by the big hole I had accidentally poked in the drywall. Even though I had attempted to repair the hole the broken bits had eventually all fallen out of the hole, so that its jagged edges framed the inky blackness of the inside of the wall. It embarrassed me to look at evidence of my failure so I usually avoided looking at it, but for whatever reason my eyes were drawn to it this time—and it wasn’t blackness that I saw.
It was a glimpse of white.
The white of an eye.
I startled and jumped out of the chair. The Admiral was freaking out, growling with a ferocity I had never heard before. I knew I wasn’t imagining things, because The Admiral was never this upset. But I didn’t know what to do. It seemed silly to call the cops. “Hello, 911, I maybe saw something in a little hole I accidentally poked in my wall trying to hang up a mirror, and also my cat is flipping out, can you send your best officers?”
Yet there was no way in hell I was staying there that night, so I got the Admiral into his cat carrier and stayed in a god damn hotel room. Yes, I smuggled my cat into a hotel room. What was I supposed to do, leave him there?
It was a miserable night. I was anxious, The Admiral was anxious, and the less said about how I improvised a litter box in a hotel room, the better. The next day I steeled my nerves and asked a friend to come investigate my apartment with me. I apologized, said it was probably nothing and I was being silly, but fortunately he was understanding.
I realized I looked ridiculous waiting for my friend outside my apartment building. The only clothing I had was the faded and stretched-out old band t-shirt I had been wearing when I fled the night before and the lounge pants I had hastily thrown on before opening the door. I crossed my arms over my chest uncomfortably, very aware that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
Thankfully, when my friend Ben showed up, he looked deadly serious. We had talked on the phone last night, and I guess he had realized from the tone of my voice how scared I truly was. He had brought with him a big flashlight and, to my amusement, a crowbar, as though he was ready to fight any intruder we might encounter.
The apartment looked the same as ever, not even with that feeling of my stuff being moved that I sometimes had. I clutched the cat carrier to my chest as Ben looked around, shining the flashlight into my kitchen cabinets, under my bed, into my closet. I had just managed to convince myself that The Admiral and I had both been seeing things the night before when Ben went over to the wall with the mirror and leaned over, peering at the hole in the plaster.
“Hey, I don’t want to scare you,” he said, scaring me.
My grip tightened on the cat carrier as Ben pressed his face against the wall, shining the flashlight at an oblique angle toward the hole so that he could see inside.
“What,” I whispered.
“It looks like someone’s been… living back here.”
Well, we did call the cops after that. It was surreal to be sitting on my bed, still holding the cat carrier, with Ben’s sweatshirt draped over my shoulders, as the cops poked around the apartment and said very matter-of-factly that it looked like a human being had indeed been living in the little space beside my wall. There were pillows and blankets and lots of snack food wrappers strewn about. I remembered the scratching noises I had thought I heard while lying in bed and felt sick. It wasn’t a mouse: it was someone peeling the wrappers off candy bars while spying on me.
The police report did make it easy for me to break my lease without penalty, thank god, and I’ve temporarily moved in with Ben while I try to find a new living situation. It’s not ideal, but The Admiral hasn’t had any freakouts since we moved in here, so I think it’s safe.
I’ve been extra careful to check my new room’s walls for holes, though.
2023.03.29 02:35 BlakeIsGreat Marriott as a Titanium staying at the same Westin for 5 months 3 nights a week.
I travel for work and I have gotten exceptional service at the Westin I stay at.
Maybe you think I’m bribing the front desk, but I think it’s more about making connections.
I usually stop for dinner near the airport and get dessert to go.
When I check in, I give my dessert to the front desk agent.
And I’ll usually eat at the hotel restaurant and meet lots of interesting people and staff know me as well.
I also wrote some reviews on TripAdvisor about them (true!) and now when I check in, I always get upgraded to either 1 bedroom suite (it’s a Westin) or the Presidents Suite.
And even when I travel on vacation (using points) ill check in early thru the App then chat with front desk and ask about upgrades - especially if I have a SNA reward waiting for upgrade.
In doing this, I have had great experiences at Marriott.
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Maybe you think I’m bribing the front desk, but I think it’s more about making connections.
I usually stop for dinner near the airport and get dessert to go.
When I check in, I give my dessert to the front desk agent.
And I’ll usually eat at the hotel restaurant and meet lots of interesting people and staff know me as well.
I also wrote some reviews on TripAdvisor about them (true!) and now when I check in, I always get upgraded to either 1 bedroom suite (it’s a Westin) or the Presidents Suite.
And even when I travel on vacation (using points) ill check in early thru the App then chat with front desk and ask about upgrades - especially if I have a SNA reward waiting for upgrade.
In doing this, I have had great experiences at Marriott.
2023.03.29 02:34 dylanypyen ADMISSISONS DECISION DAY MEGATHREAD
New violets and the class of 2027, congratulations on your acceptance to NYU!
Please try to keep all discussion in terms of acceptance decisions to this megathread. Other threads will be locked and deleted. Thank you!
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Please try to keep all discussion in terms of acceptance decisions to this megathread. Other threads will be locked and deleted. Thank you!
NYU today released offers of admission to the Class of 2027. Offers of admission to NYU’s New York campus were made to 8% of applicants—a record. Three of NYU’s undergraduate colleges offered admission to fewer than 5% of applicants.
These talented and diverse students were selected from nearly 120,000 applications for first-year admission (13% more than last year and another record-setting number of applications). The admitted class represents a median SAT score of 1540.
2023.03.29 02:31 Snipsnapboi What's your personal reason for believing "Lor Lor ay"?
I made this comment on another post, but I'll just past it here as the answer to why I believe Lor Lor ay.
The obsession with food and how good the food actually is in Lahore compared to other cities is addicting to me. During COVID lockdown years, I started freelancing and had a friend who was a freelancer too. We both worked in the morning, had money, and nothing to do for the rest of the day, so for literally every night, we'd go out someplace new to eat to kill boredom and socialize. I tried almost every fast food place there was near Johar Town, Gulberg, and Androon Lahore. The variety and taste of food in Lahore is too much. I never see such food varieties in other cities and neither see people of other cities so much interested in food like Lahories are lol.
Lahories are a bit unhinged, funny and have that "eazz scene hai bawa jee" way of looking at things. Lahories focus on enjoyment a bit more than others imo. No hate for people from other cities but majority of the friends I had from Islamabad were a bit too civilized and it got boring at a point.
Lahore also has that blend of living history especially in Androon Lahore. If you explore Lahore a lot, you feel like you're loving in a mix of modern and old civilization. Like I'm from PUCIT, the old campus in Anarkali is literally a century old building. Same is NCA. Then there are other buildings on Mall road. Buildins aside people near Akbari Mandi are still living in those century old houses, there's masjid Wazir khan and the surrounding area near it like Shahi Hamam is pretty rich in culture, especially Gali Surjan Singh and from there you can go on foot to Lahore fort and there's sooo much culture to be absorbed that you love it.
Being born and raised in Lahore and having had a chance to explore it, I'd say I feel really lucky to be born here.
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The obsession with food and how good the food actually is in Lahore compared to other cities is addicting to me. During COVID lockdown years, I started freelancing and had a friend who was a freelancer too. We both worked in the morning, had money, and nothing to do for the rest of the day, so for literally every night, we'd go out someplace new to eat to kill boredom and socialize. I tried almost every fast food place there was near Johar Town, Gulberg, and Androon Lahore. The variety and taste of food in Lahore is too much. I never see such food varieties in other cities and neither see people of other cities so much interested in food like Lahories are lol.
Lahories are a bit unhinged, funny and have that "eazz scene hai bawa jee" way of looking at things. Lahories focus on enjoyment a bit more than others imo. No hate for people from other cities but majority of the friends I had from Islamabad were a bit too civilized and it got boring at a point.
Lahore also has that blend of living history especially in Androon Lahore. If you explore Lahore a lot, you feel like you're loving in a mix of modern and old civilization. Like I'm from PUCIT, the old campus in Anarkali is literally a century old building. Same is NCA. Then there are other buildings on Mall road. Buildins aside people near Akbari Mandi are still living in those century old houses, there's masjid Wazir khan and the surrounding area near it like Shahi Hamam is pretty rich in culture, especially Gali Surjan Singh and from there you can go on foot to Lahore fort and there's sooo much culture to be absorbed that you love it.
Being born and raised in Lahore and having had a chance to explore it, I'd say I feel really lucky to be born here.
2023.03.29 02:29 _softgh0st Girl trip! need advice
I am planning a girl holiday this summer. I’d like to stay near the tiki hut. I haven’t been there since 2009 so I’m wondering what hotels I should avoid?
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2023.03.29 02:22 t3rps Marketing to students
My brother was running a burger joint out of a food hall in Brooklyn that suddenly and unexpectedly closed today. He was able to get a food truck and a permit for a spot near campus starting next week. What are the best ways to advertise to and connect with students? Thanks for your advice!
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2023.03.29 02:10 DenverCycle Historic University Bicycle tour of Denver Meetup
Hello All!
Building on the Haunted Halloween rides that were done last October, I am going to start doing some more historical rides. Our first of the season will cover three of the largest university campuses in the city: Regis, Auraria, and DU.
Who: Redditors and friends of Redditors who somehow aren't on Reddit yet.
Where: We will meet up in front of the Denver Art Museum at 11:00, specifically in front of the cow sculptures right by Levan. The ride will go to Regis, The Auraria Campus, then end in the DU area, ultimately ending at Observatory Park. There will likely be a lunch stop, either at Tivoli Brewing or somewhere near DU. Route can be found here.
When: Saturday April 1st at 11:00 AM. Wheels down at 11:15. The ride will be about 2 1/2 hours long at a pace of 12-13 MPH.
Why: Meet new people, learn some history of the universities, and get a good bike ride in!
How: Check this post for an update of where we are at.
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Building on the Haunted Halloween rides that were done last October, I am going to start doing some more historical rides. Our first of the season will cover three of the largest university campuses in the city: Regis, Auraria, and DU.
Who: Redditors and friends of Redditors who somehow aren't on Reddit yet.
Where: We will meet up in front of the Denver Art Museum at 11:00, specifically in front of the cow sculptures right by Levan. The ride will go to Regis, The Auraria Campus, then end in the DU area, ultimately ending at Observatory Park. There will likely be a lunch stop, either at Tivoli Brewing or somewhere near DU. Route can be found here.
When: Saturday April 1st at 11:00 AM. Wheels down at 11:15. The ride will be about 2 1/2 hours long at a pace of 12-13 MPH.
Why: Meet new people, learn some history of the universities, and get a good bike ride in!
How: Check this post for an update of where we are at.
2023.03.29 01:55 wowmycatisverygood Apartment Reccomendations?
hi! im a student at UAH planning to move to Huntsville next semester. me and my boyfriend have been looking for apartments, but most of the ones we have been looking at near campus seem seedy and dont have great reviews. (specifically near executive lodge). does anyone have any reccomendations? we are looking for a 1 to 2 bedroom that allows cats and undenear $1k rent. preferably somewhat near campus, but we have a car so its fine if its a little far away
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2023.03.29 01:43 Some_Opportunity7510 45 [M4F] I'm looking at college girls
I'm sitting at the coffee shop near a college campus, I should be minding my own business, but I'm looking at all the girls. Maybe I should go home hehe
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