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Why should we payfor this.. a If you haven't seen the article in the free press will post it here.
Autopac customers paid $19,000 for the chief information and technology officer of Manitoba Public Insurance — who has since quit —to commute to Winnipeg from his home in Ontario over the past eight months.
MPI board chair Ward Keith said Siddhartha Parti resigned as a vice-president with the Crown corporation rather than move to Manitoba, as requested by the board, as part of his employment with the publicly owned auto insurer.
“I had significant concerns about an executive member and officer of a Manitoba Crown corporation residing outside the province,” Keith said during a briefing with reporters on MPI’s operations at its downtown Winnipeg headquarters Tuesday.
As first reported by the Free Press, Parti resigned effective June 2. Keith said the former vice-president’s travel costs were charged back to MPI under an arrangement approved by former chief executive officer Eric Herbelin, who was fired with cause on May 21 following an internal investigation into his “work-related conduct.”
Herbelin took the top job at Manitoba Public Insurance in early 2021 and Parti was hired that spring as the corporation pursued the largest information technology modernization effort in its history, known as Project Nova.
The $290-million project will allow customers to make collision claims, process licence renewals and receive other basic services online when it’s completed in the 2025-26 fiscal year.Nova was initially estimated to cost $100 million and take three years to complete, in 2019. Cost overruns and delays have been blamed on incomplete advice from consultants hired to prepare the initial business case and necessary changes to successfully roll out the program.
According to MPI, Parti initially moved to Manitoba after he was hired in May 2021 but relocated to Ontario in October 2022.
Since then, the corporation spent $19,021 on his travel expenses, which included flights, accommodations, and other expenses incurred during travel to and from Manitoba. Other business-related trips are also included in that figure.
Keith called the arrangement unacceptable and said no other officers of the corporation currently reside outside of Manitoba. Just seven of the more than 2,000 employees on its payroll live elsewhere, he said.
MPI is pursuing a hybrid work arrangement for its local employees which would require them to return to the office for part of their work week.
“None of these folks are in executive positions and none of them are officers of the company and they are all working in very, very specialized actuarial and IT fields,” Keith said. “These remote work arrangements — this is clearly the exception.”
The board chair said MPI is not trying to recover any executive travel expenses. He pinned responsibility for the decision to cover the former vice-president’s travel expenses on Herbelin.Last month, the Free Press reported MPI’s total executive travel expenses for the fiscal year ending March 2023 exceeded $88,000 — four times what was spent on travel in 2018-19 prior to COVID-19 pandemic travel restrictions.
Herbelin, meanwhile, spent 38 business days, or the equivalent of 7 1/2 weeks, travelling for the corporation.
Keith said he could not comment on whether the former MPI boss’s time away from the province was necessary and confirmed Herbelin resided full-time in Manitoba.
Since he was appointed to the board in May, Keith said he has instructed the corporation’s executive management to be “completely focused on financial prudence.”
“We need to look at ways to maintain and contain our costs,” he said.MPI will submit its 2024-25 general rate application to the Public Utilities Board on June 15 and will request no change to Autopac base rates, as ordered by the Progressive Conservative government in April.
However, Keith said the corporation will submit the actuarial indicated change for basic insurance program to the independent rate setting authority, which MPI has forecast to be in the range of a 0.1 per cent increase and 0.15 per cent decrease.
“The corporation really is in a strong financial position, overall, across its lines of business,” Keith said.
The application will contain changes to the driver safety rating program in keeping with the PUB’s decision on MPI’s 2023-24 rate application. The average driver had their insurance rates increase 1.54 per cent this year.
Nova, meanwhile, remains within the project’s stated scope and its $290 million as it moves into the next phase, Keith said, noting he does not share concerns about mission creep for the project. As of Tuesday, the project’s $60-million contingency fund had been virtually untouched, he said.MPI is laying the groundwork needed to launch online vehicle registration and licensing in 2024 and will have a better idea of the exact timeline and costs to migrate those services to its website this fall, Keith said.
A new consultant will be hired to provide governance and oversight of the project, as recommended by the PUB, within the next two weeks, he said.
The corporation has ended its relationship with global consultant McKinsey and Co. after it awarded the firm two untendered contracts valued at over $12 million to assist with the rollout of Nova.
Keith said McKinsey is not in the running for the new governance contract and MPI continues to process outstanding invoices from the firm against work performed.MPI intends to award a contract to conduct a government-ordered organizational review within the next two weeks.
The two contracts are expected to be covered by Nova’s approximately $3-million governance and advisory budget.
On Tuesday, the NDP repeated its accusation that the government has mismanaged MPI at the expense of ratepayers.
“We don’t need an internal organizational review to see (Justice Minister Kelvin Goertzen) failed to hold MPI’s leadership accountable or represent the best interest of ratepayers,” an unnamed party spokesperson said in a statement. “We need a public committee to force the government to be transparent.”
Goertzen, minister responsible for MPI, did not return a request for comment.

WWE is saddened to learn that Hossein Khosrow Ali Vaziri, known the world over as WWE Hall of Famer The Iron Sheik, passed away on Wednesday, June 7, at age 81.
With his imposing physique, curled boots and dreaded Camel Cutch finishing hold, The Iron Sheik’s larger-than-life personality and natural gift for inciting crowds across the globe helped him become one of the greatest villains in sports-entertainment history. Yet, over time that awe-inspiring showmanship not only earned the respect of his peers, but the WWE Universe as a whole, making him a beloved figure.The Iron Sheik first excelled in the world of Greco-Roman Wrestling, competing in the Amateur Athletic Union and becoming a gold medalist at 180.5 pounds in 1971.
The Iron Sheik became WWE Champion the day after Christmas in 1983 when he defeated Bob Backlund in Madison Square Garden. The victory was a controversial one, as Backlund's manager Arnold Skaaland threw in the towel when Backlund refused to submit to the Camel Clutch.
After losing the WWE Championship to Hulk Hogan, The Iron Sheik engaged in a heated rivalry with Sgt. Slaughter culminating in their famous Boot Camp Match at Madison Square Garden. Soon after, The Iron Sheik teamed with Russian strongman Nikolai Volkoff. The anti-American pairing went on to win the WWE World Tag Team Championship in 1985 at the first WrestleMania.
The Iron Sheik left WWE in 1988 but reappeared in 1991 by the side of former enemy Sgt. Slaughter as Colonal Mustafa. His last in-ring appearance was at WrestleMania 17, as The Iron Sheik returned for one night only, winning a Gimmick Battle Royal and re-igniting his rivalry with Slaughter in the process.
The Iron Sheik remained a pop culture icon due to his bombastic online persona and appearances on “The Howard Stern Show,” “The Eric Andre Show,” and more.
WWE extends its condolences to The Iron Sheik’s family, friends and fans.

 
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Shipped into Oblivion You remember standing there, on the bow of a grand carrier, observing the war that took place. Dimly, in your head, you wondered if it could have been avoided. Before that thought could take root though, you shook it out. You weren't paid to think, only to act. And act you shall. As the viewport seems to crest the corona of the system's sun, you steel yourself in your righteousness. Cathan Goods, above all else, must be protected. Comfort reigns supreme, a casual ease of mind that comes with practice, honed since birth. Your mind is alight with the sheer expanse of possibilities offered to you, and you sort through them without a care in the world. Well, with one care. Deep inside your eye of minds lurks an image of a pond. You don't know where it is, or even where you saw it, but there lies an utter certainty, an utter weight of importance instilled within the pond. Whilst your compatriots and you fight, exposed to the elements to feel every bite of your environment, you occasionally steel yourself with glances towards that inner pond, calming your mind. For this reason, you idly quirb[^1], you've stayed alive longer than almost anyone you know. A siren pulls you out of your contemplative bliss as the ship begins entering the orbit of the battlefield, a moon, strangely devoid of craters. Someone wiser than you might make a connection between the lack of an asteroid belt with this, but you can't focus on that right now. It seems, after all, in this advanced age, the only thoughts that run through your mind anymore are that of combat and that of the pond. You try and remember again what the pond is, and why it's so important to you, but a voice from all around halts you in the track. "Listen up!" the voice intones, dull yet filled with depths of meaning, importing feelings of rushing and urgency. Semantic processing technology allows for a complex series of neurotransmitters and brain tissue to be rapidly stimulated, allowing for nuanced communication without intense language. Despite saving hundreds of lives daily with the dirges of context provided, it is often ignored, or chalked up as 'empathy' to those who benefit the most from it. You, of course, are no different. "We land in less than 5 minutes!" The general doesn't need to raise her voice, the processing takes care of any loudness. It still hurts your ears, though, with the volume, despite there being no difference from normal squabble. Within your skull lies several dozen plates, designed for anything from a display thrown down your optic nerve to bone conduction for sound processing. The Cathan mindset is [[Superiority through Purity]], and since the very first shipments went out through Cathan Goods, the prime benefits of humanity were embraced. In your case, you prepare to fall from the brazen skies above Losh and engage in warfare until your very bones give out. The same content emotion fills you, and you feel your strength seemingly redoubled before the prospect of engaging with filthy Veritas troops with your pure forces. You are positive, would bet anything on it in fact, that your brothers-and-sisters-in-arms would agree with you, and the room seems abuzz with ambition. Ambition, that oh-so-powerful emotion that's driven you to the heights you stand at today. You know that one of the paragons of ambition, [ Madame Noelle Cathan](Overview%201#^251a3e) herself stands at the top of a peak in the center of the battlefield, commanding her troops through serene tranquility. She's a direct pacifist, wouldn't hurt a fly herself, but when it came to orders... They're all just numbers on screens, aren't they? The Calamity drove a wedge between her and Veritas. Despite their entanglement, here you were, fighting against soldiers equally devoted to Veritas. Those idiots. You're always told you're just a pawn, but when you're sitting there, looking at your pond, you question, "Does it matter?" The thought slips away, and you ignore it further as you draw near. Within your flesh lie all that's needed to survive this descent ([[Vivisection of a Disaster]]). You're assured by your sheer capability, by the resolute knowledge that nothing you could possibly face could hold a candle to your precise biology. It would never even occur to you to scan the faces of those in front of you, not the soldiers you'd trained with for decades now, but the technicians and doctors rushing around the drop pods with fear oozing off of them. Suppose a normal person saw that. Suppose someone who wasn't designed and bred for the sole purpose of warfare saw the utter lack of confidence in their strength in the face of a greater adversary. They would be terrified. But you remain oblivious. As the sirens begin screeching with an intensity unseen in the bay before today, you steady yourself with thoughts of glorious combat in front of you. With a start, however, you're torn from your concentration by that very same pond. The pond, so tranquil and quiet, seems to sap away every ounce of care you have left within you. It takes a herculean effort to rip your mind away from it, but you manage. Still, though, the burning impact of it's tranquility begins worming itself into your mind. As you begin to let yourself ruminate, a jolt travels through your body, and you remember where you are and why all of the civilians left. Space. It surrounds you, filling you with a chill through your bones. You almost smile before catching yourself, remembering not to let the faintest crack in this façade of security let in the vacuum surrounding you. Or at least, a vacuum at first. Around you, you can almost smell the joy of your fellow soldiers as you tear through space faster than any normal human could hope to go. The only indicator you have of any movement at all is the ship, distantly receding behind you. If you were to close your eyes, you doubt you could tell the void apart from the warm ground you were on but mere moments ago. The confines of your flesh, reinforced with every manner of genetics known to mankind, hold your consciousness in, a bubble in this uncaring sea. Below you, Losh enlarges, rushing at your face with a primal instinct, a pull of gravity forcing the two of you closer together. Everything is blissfully quiet, and you feel yourself relax. Then, heat blisters from that sweet void. Above you, the ship has travelled far, far past. Whilst you've fallen and drifted, ballistically heading towards a battlefield, a not-quite-human missile aimed at the throats of Veritas, the head of the fleet has continued towards the conflict in orbit. Your body is alight with flames as you parse through the data on your optic nerves. Clothing, and armor, is irrelevant, any extensions would merely get in the way of the pure unbridled perfection that is humanity. Your sole goal is to recover Cathan using any means necessary. As you burst through the thin veneer of air coating the exceptionally large moons surface, you can feel your muscles tense up as you prepare for the impact. In the last second, nay, microsecond before crashing into the ground, your entire body goes limp. You plow into edge after edge of crater after crater, ending only when your tumble slows to a crawl. As you stand, a crack from the distance reaches your ears. It's only after the fact that you realize a Veritas sniper hit you in the midst of your plight, and is undoubtedly readying their aim again. They know what you are, now. They know what to expect. Before another shot has a chance to hit you through the screeching atmosphere of bloodshed, you're moving, your limbs lighter than a feather as you speed across the land. Oxygenated blood rushes through your muscles and out the hole from the bullet as you pump your legs harder and faster yet in a desperate rush to beat out the sniper. Within half a second, you've crossed the 100-meter expanse and grasp the Veritas' neck within your hand. A squeeze is all it will take. You feel your body taking over, performing the actions on autopilot as the pond encroaches on your awareness. For once, you feel something other than the placid calm of superiority. Despair. Within a moment, though, the pond leaves, and you are aware of the battlefield again. Looking back down, you collect the weapon of the sniper and sling it over your shoulder. 3 meters provides immense leverage, even if the weapon itself is useless to you. You resume a light jog towards your destination, staying as low as possible in the bounding gravity and aggressively scanning the horizon for anyone else who dares to stop a Cathan elite. 6 more dare. You're dimly aware of time slipping on by you, the seconds oozing away as you draw nearer and nearer to your destination. In your peripheral vision, you can't but notice the lack of friendlies on the field. In another time, if you were a different person, you would have grieved for their loss. But now is not that time; your focus sharpens to a point as your entire being devotes itself to one task. **Protection.** Your stride lengthens until your legs begin eating up the distance, each monstrous step covering dozens of meters as you propel yourself forwards, faster than you feel you've ever moved before: dimly though, you correct this; within seconds you seem to be at your location, but with every pull of your lungs you're reminded of the cost. This isn't right. Something is exceedingly wrong. You are a Cathan, a warrior forged in the very catalytic cocoons that the shipping empire maintains, a being designed solely for combat. To lose yourself to desperation, to the ambition of being the one to save Madame Noelle herself is unbecoming, to say the least. You begin tearing through your wetware, seeing if any part of your system has been compromised, but find nothing. No, you do find someone. A deficiency not of the technology, but of yourself, the user; within you lies the seeds of ambition so embraced in the leaders of society but despised in mindless servants like yourself. It sickens you, this idea of being "destined" for leadership. So instead of finding solace in these delusions of grandeur, you blunt your senses with blunt force, batting the rifle you obtained against your arm to ground yourself. The sheer depths of emotion associated with pain surging through your system instantly brings your attention to Losh, sharpening your senses all the while. Despite being "low-tech," the practice of using pain to release floods of endorphins and adrenaline is standard within the Cathan military. Coming to your senses, your eyes skim atop the peak some 3 kilometers ahead of you. All around it, and all around you, in fact, lie soldiers and mercenaries from a variety of companies; you despise mercenaries, those pitiful fools willing to throw away their lives and value for a payday, their armors and weapons serving as futile stopgaps against the inevitabilities of combat; to be bared against the world as pure as can be is an euphoric glory known only to Cathan troops: these mercenaries are no further removed from it than a starfish from a squid. The only thing you have in common is the medium of battlefield you both move through. But in cases like these, their support may ensure the difference between success and destruction, and your life would be the merest token you'd provide to prevent the latter. As you draw nearer, you can't help but notice other forces too: Novus engineers, seemingly aiding whichever side they choose as the time; their lack of coherency is disgusting. You despise that individuality they so present, with the kindling of ambition in their cores waiting for a spark. Each Novus engineer is a wildfire just waiting for someone to set it alight. And then, there's Cathan. The cool reflections of the pond serve as a water to douse the flames of your enemies, and you wield it as a weapon. That, and the long shaft of a rifle you sling over your back. You're a whirlwind, an unstoppable force meeting objects who seem content to move and release themselves to your fury; seemingly hundreds die in your wake. Had you stopped and considered the destruction left in your wake, you might have felt some inkling of compassion for the poor, unfortunate souls who committed the crime of obstructing some "justice" decided by a singular women in command of an empire far too large. But you don't exist for thinking, no, you exist solely to cause chaos and shift the balance of the universe ever so slightly. Losh is no difference. You finally arrive at the base of the hill, where a line of Veritas troops separate you from the defenses of Cathan fodder protecting Madame Noelle with their lives, all they have to give to her. As you flank the enemy, a pole slams into your side, and you only barely tumble away from it, scraping across the hard ground within meters from the opposition. The gambit is up; you've been revealed. With an unholy scream, you launch yourself to your feet and begin swinging your club at the mercenaries in front of you, each blow dealt being a troop deprived from pressuring the defense. And yet, you being to be overwhelmed near instantly, legions of Veritas hires swarming you and struggling yet succeeding in containment. For the first time, a crack in your mental façade of significance emerges, and you feel the pond flood in with it. Inside your mind, the world slows to unbearable speeds, and your field of vision shrinks until all that's left is that serene water existing within your heart. It pours through your skull, quenching the fires of ambition, and filling you with a new security. You are going to die here. The calm of impending doom fills you, and the last inhibitions of strive release themselves from your grasp, leaving you all but focused on the task at hand. With an almost lazily resigned movement, you stand up amidst the dogpile of slaves, not to masters of men but masters of desire, and turn your head towards the hill. You can feel it, the gaze of Madame Noelle herself, and it fills you with such an immense comfort that you find yourself walking towards it. Bullets ricochet across your tempered flesh, and blades find only scars when they try to cut. As you trudge through the pools of wretches, all of it fades away. Even when you're thrown through the air by an incendiary device, weakened only by lack of foresight for a thin atmosphere, you still remain focused. Any lapse of concentration has left you by now. And yet, this tunnel vision isn't free. You realize abruptly, but boldly, that reinforcements have arrived. The other elites that you deigned to leave behind have caught up, and you finally register the litany of comm requests that have bombarded you for several minutes now. You shouldn't be standing anymore, you should've been taken down, would've been stopped if it weren't for soldiers not caring about anything but their own lives. And now, they'll pay with their lives. You take leave and a swing at a soldier as you continue your trek, before breaking through the frontlines and crossing into Cathan trenches. Despite being too tall to fit comfortably, you still feel the barest hint of security enter your mind; though it's hard to reinforce adamant. As you worm your way through the trenches and towards the top, your focus becomes fluid, tracking an infinity of conflicts at once. Behind you, Cathan elites go into battle, their monstrous purity succeeding in taking swaths of army down with them. To your sides lie fodder and mercenaries, the latter being able to turn the tides of battle with one stupid decision and the former preventing them from doing so. Above you rages the grand fleets, entire planets' worth of economy thrown into machinations of war. And finally, in front of you lies to true goal. You realize abruptly that Madame Noelle had in fact summoned you. Despite the cool waters of tranquility raging through your mind, and the very fibers of your mind rebelling against it, you begin to feel that evil spark that has doomed so many and destroyed alliances. Ambition surges through your body as you begin nearing the peak! You understand now the mistakes of thought you committed- to think you would die is outrageous! Madame Noelle had destined you for this since you dropped in. You don't even notice the ships plummeting towards the peak from orbit, or the babbles of commanders preparing for death. No, instead, you feed the flames of ambition and work your way up. Pride fills you as you walk up to Madame Noelle and kneel in front of her, awaiting her command. "017982, you bloody idiot" she rasps at you. The insult slides off, and a part of you long repressed considers how she must be strained. "Grab this," she barks, "it needs at least three people." On her side is a scientist, a man in a lab coat with tears streaming down his face. You know you're in a temple of some kind, oft studied by archeologists who claimed it proof of intelligent life. It doesn't matter- none of the moon does. All that you can think about is whatever Madame Noelle had in mind for you. The scientist seems to regain himself as he shouts: "This is utter madness!" A vicious backhand reassures you of his stupidity. "Silence fool!" Madame Noelle cries, her eyes wild with rage. "We can't let them leave, not after this." Perhaps in another life you could have been happy. Perhaps you would have lived without the lack of emotion presented to you by everyone of import in your life. But this is not that life. You lay your hand on the machine in front of you, and don't even flinch as you, Losh, the fleets, and the star of the system are immediately compressed into a pinprick of matter denser than space itself. [^1]: quirb (v) : the act of processing a thought without focusing on it

I’m in my early 30s and got an MA in journalism about 6 years ago. In that time, I moved to Canada (now a dual citizen along with EU) and got into science and medical writing, more so the latter. I’ve written probably 400 stories on all sorts of things to do with drugs, research, medical news, various diseases, and other scientific topics. For a time, I also did editing work and copyedited 1,000+ research papers to a strict style guide.
The first company I worked for was a science media outlet that was the wing of a lab. It was a dumb company but I needed money and experience. Small operation. Now I work for an American tech company as their lead writer, covering everything under the sun for health and wellness. I’ve developed good research skills digging into dense scientific literature and I’ve experience with interviewing experts and explaining their work to the public.
I never worked in a newsroom, though I did gain some practical experience in college going to courts and doing video and radio stuff. I quite enjoyed reporting and doing radio reports, and I wasn’t bad at doing video reports either.
Despite doing science/medical stuff for all this time, I’m much more into politics and the likes. I never made the jump to a newsroom or paper before for a few reasons: my life was unstable for a long time (now fixed), the money is shit, and I read a million stories of people giving up and leaving cause it just doesn’t work out/they burn out.
I’m now on 78,000 CAD a year, work remotely, the team is lovely, and the company is growing. It’s not the most exciting work but I am using my brain, my opinion is respected, and I can take this job back to Europe given the flexibility.
I’m now at a crossroads where I have a safe bet but my ambitious side wants to be part of something greater. I don’t want to go to some paper with abysmal pay – I want to go to a big gun like DW or France 24 (more so the former, as I respect their journalism a lot) and am willing to move to Germany or France to achieve this.
I am very enthusiastic about learning the language and have a fundamental grasp of both from school to build off. Obviously I’d be working in English but I assume this would be a requirement nonetheless.
Would I stand a chance of being accepted to either of their teams in some fashion, and if so, what kind of conditions should I expect (pay etc)?
One classmate of mine went on to work at the BBC. He has a background in data and engineering, so he leveraged that to do data journalism stuff. I did some online courses with this as I am interested in the niche as I figure it would give me some competitive edge.
There’s actually a group here in Canada called the Investigative Journalism Foundation that does data-based investigations into political corruption and the likes, pretty interesting. I have spoken over Zoom with a co-founder about data as he teaches it, and I also applied but failed to get in as I simply lack experience. This is another option that may be worth pursuing.
That’s an overview of where I’m at anyway. Feel free to disabuse me of any naïve notions I may have here as I’m sure it’s quite competitive to get in with DW etc. Thanks in advance.

chance me for Harvard (REA), Yale, Princeton, Stanford, Penn, UChicago, Duke, Columbia, and Oxford applying to most schools for Economics + International Relations/Government White Caucasian male, 2nd gen, 150k+ house hold income, semi-competitive public school (transferred from a catholic school in junior year **stats** 36 ACT 95.33 GPA freshmen year -transfered hs- 94.66 GPA sophomore year 4.282 GPA junior year (A+ in AP = 4.33, All A+) **ecs** 10, 11, 12 10 hours per week / 52 weeks per year Founded an authorized 501c3 in my parents home country that helps the Ukranian refugees integrate into society by teaching them the countries language and working with local governments to find them jobs. Hired over 30 people dedicated to the cause and raised over €3,000,000 Raised money through online advertisement, social media, and tennis tournaments. 10, 11, 12 25 hours per week / 52 weeks per year Created and ran a social media marketing agency that has generated over $5,000,000 in revenue for over 25 different clients Hired 5 full time employees from North America, South America, Africa, Europe, Asia. 11 30 hours per week / 11 weeks per year Wrote a behavioral economics under a harvard professor and published in one of the top journals 11, 12 3 hours per week / 20 weeks per year Created an organization dedicated to teaching middle schoolers in my neighborhood about financial literacy that is not covered by their school system. Published author of “{Financial Literary for Kids}” 9, 10, 11, 12 5 hours per week / 36 weeks per year President of the Math Club and the Economics Club (Founder) Organized presentations, practices, and trips to tournaments 9, 10, 11, 12 3 hours per week / 52 weeks per year Ran and directed the NY Region for a national recognized 501c3 organization. Was able to gain sponsorship from major companies and receive over $2,500 in sponsorshihps 9, 10, 11, 12 3 hours per week / 36 weeks per year Tutored over 30 struggling students in Mathematics and History. Saw an average test grade increase of 23.67% 9, 10, 11, 12 3 hours per week / 52 weeks per year Starting player for the Varsity Tennis Team Organized charity matches and fundraisers to raise money for my project 9, 10, 11, 12 10 hours per week / 11 weeks per year Spent my summers teaching tennis to kids and adults in both New York and parents home country **awards (without dox)** recognized by the country my parents are from for my work with my 501c3 and the refugees recognized by the US embassy in this nation again for my 501c3 winner of 3x major economic essay competitions (again dont want to dox)
winner of a top university (in the US) economic challenge Wharton Global High School Investment Competition North American Finalist AIME Qualifier

https://www.pcrm.org/news/news-releases/usdas-dairy-ad-featuring-aubrey-plaza-violates-federal-laws-physicians-complaint
WASHINGTON, D.C. — The USDA’s Agricultural Marketing Service unlawfully approved an ad last month that features The White Lotus actress Aubrey Plaza mocking plant milk. The now-viral “Wood Milk” ads violate laws forbidding federal agricultural promotions from depicting products in a negative light, according to a complaint filed today with the USDA Office of Inspector General by the Physicians Committee, a nonprofit public health advocacy organization.
Using a fictitious product named “Wood Milk” as a stand-in for plant-based milks, the ads deride plant-based milks.
The “Wood Milk” campaign violates the statutory prohibition against advertising that is “false or misleading or disparaging to another agricultural commodity” and the regulatory prohibition against “unfair or deceptive acts or practices with respect to the quality, value or use of any competing product,” the Physician Committee’s complaint says.
It also violates a federal law that says USDA milk advertising dollars can’t be used to influence legislation or government action or policy. On February 23, 2023, the FDA announced new proposed guidelines that would allow plant-based milks to be labeled using the word “milk.” The agency invited the public to submit comments by April 24, 2023, before final guidelines would be established. The “Wood Milk” ad campaign was launched before that comment period closed. On May 1, 2023, the comment period was extended to July 31, 2023. The “Wood Milk” campaign has run continuously since then.
The USDA’s Agricultural Marketing Service administers the federal commodity promotion and research programs, commonly referred to as “checkoff” programs. The USDA approves all “checkoff” advertising and is responsible for reviewing and verifying all nutritional claims.
The Physician Committee’s complaint requests that the Office of Inspector General issue a recommendation that the “Wood Milk” ads stop and that the milk “checkoff” issue corrective advertising that explains the benefits of plant-based milks.
“The ‘checkoff’ is a government program,” said Physicians Committee President Neal Barnard, MD, FACC, adjunct professor of medicine at George Washington University School of Medicine. “It is one thing for it to promote cow’s milk. It is quite another thing to mock the products that many nonwhite Americans choose for health reasons.”

trying to be vague so that no one knows who i am. lol.
Demographics:

• female
• asian
• georgia (american citizen)
• middle class, immigrant family
• STEM magnet public school (very new, one of the first graduating classes)
• first-gen american college student (my parents both got their masters outside of the US, but one of my parents got their MBA here, so i’m not sure if that counts…?)

Intended Major(s):

• neuroscience
• aerospace engineering
• architecture
• biomedical engineering

ACT/SAT/SAT II: ACT 34, SAT 1410 (but will retake)
UW/W GPA and Rank: UW: 91.26, W: 95.68. school doesn’t do ranks.

• note: prior to junior year, i had a 95 unweighted GPA. however, i (stupidly lol) took 5 APs, which significantly lowered both my overall and 11th grade GPA.

Coursework:

• APs: AP Gov (5), AP CSP (4), AP Seminar (3), AP World (4), AP CSA (tbd), APUSH (tbd), AP Research (tbd), AP Physics 1 (tbd), AP Lang (tbd) — will be taking AP Macro/Micro along
• DEs: will be taking 3 DE classes next year.
• Honors: French I&II (honors) & French III. Geo honors, Alg I & II honors, Precalculus honors. Biology, Chemistry Honors. 9th, 10th lit Honors.

Extracurriculars:

• co-president of a cultural youth committee outside of school (11) centered around community service and volunteering
• student co-lead and social media management of 70+ member school club (11) - planned meetings, volunteered and helped organize numerous events, met with and helped tour people from across the county/state, recruited new members
• national honors society + beta club (10, 11)
• HOSA (10, 11)
• school cultural club events committee co-chair (11)
• summer intern at small woman-owned tech/legal business (10 )
• selected as a participant in women in tech mentorship program (10, 11)
• student council (10, 11), model UN (11)
• school newspaper (11)
• planning a program within school that would aid with a specific ap course set

Essays/LORs/Other:

• essay: i plan to utilize one key aspect of a tragedy that happened to my family and highlight areas where that aspect was important in parts of my life, eventually leading up to the present day where i am about to use that aspect as a driver forward. if that makes sense
• unsure who to get LORs from -- all teachers, or should it be outside of school too?
• also, how much do things like being "elected to the Harvard Congress of Future Medical Leaders" matter if you didn't go but still got sent the certificate?

Schools:

• georgia tech**
• emory university**
• boston university
• nyu
• columbia
• university of georgia

1. i'm kind of curious about my chances at other ivies--i'll only apply if i'm pretty sure i can get in, or it's a waste of money
2. also, i'm not sure whether to apply regular decision or early decision/action--can someone help me out w/what would be best?

\* denotes schools that i would 100% go to if i got in and are also my dream schools. schools without the ** are either schools that aren’t my dream schools and/or i might not be able to go to due to out-of-state tuition but still love.*

Ross Coulthart is correct - now is the time to demand action from our representatives to Congress. If ever there was a time for this community to take action, this is it. Don't miss the opportunity. Below is a short and sweet template email you can use to contact them. A quick Google search and you'll find their emails.
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Subject: UFO Crash Retrieval Program Whistleblower - Please Take Seriously
Dear SenatoRepresentative XX,
I ask that you pay close attention to and take seriously the claims and allegations being put forth by combat veteran and high-ranking former intelligence official David Grusch. You can read more about his case here: https://thedebrief.org/intelligence-officials-say-u-s-has-retrieved-non-human-craft/
Grusch has provided Congress and the Intelligence Community Inspector General extensive classified information about deeply covert programs that he says possess retrieved intact and partially intact craft of non-human origin.
Grusch's claims are consistent with an extensive, detailed, and verifiable body of evidence dating back to at least the 1940s that suggests that non-human, intelligently-controlled, vehicles with exceptional technological capabilities are in our skies. This is not a United States phenomenon, it is a global phenomenon.
The time has come for the United States government to acknowledge the existence of these vehicles and in doing so, fulfill its mandate to be honest with the American people.
Respectfully,
Your Name