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For months I have been having visions of events that eventually come true. At first I was able to stop these visions and thoughts by doing something impulsive such as screaming, saying random words, or by secluding myself from others.But now it doesnt matter what I do, it just keeps happening.
Last week while workinng I got another vision/thought telling me excatly what was going to happen in the near future. I tried my best to stop it from happening by going outside and having a smoke break with a coworker, but as soon as I walked back into work I felt this sort of urge to go over to a different coworker and strike up a conversation. But once again, my vision was right, and everything that had played out in my head just minutes before was happening excatly as i had imagined it.
I seriously cant live like this, no matter what i do or how i try to prevent my visions from happening, it never works and they just keep coming back. What is going on with me? is this a punishment? a gift? or what?

First time Octatrack owner and I’m making some good progress learning the instrument, it’s straight forward (already being proficient with the Elektron workflow) but it’s endless capabilities make it complex.
One question I can’t seem to find an answer to after scouring YouTube, Reddit, or Elektronauts is routing multiple instruments to the OT for sampling/live recording.
I have a Digitone Keys (4 pairs of stereo outs) Nord Drum 3P (1 pair of stereo outs), Minitaur, Typhon, and Minibrute (3 mono outs). Wanting to add bass, guitar, and dynamic mic somewhere down the line.
Basically, on any given day I could have a need for up to 8 audio inputs. But I’m limited to four on the OT.
If I don’t want to constantly be plugging instruments in and out of the OT, how could I streamline this process?
The user manual has me thinking using a mixer with enough channels and routing the fx sends to the OT inputs would work. Seems like a more expensive solution without already owning a mixer.
Could I do the same thing but with a Scarlet 18i20 utilizing the audio interface’s outs as fx sends to OT inputs?
Do I add a patch by and just plug into whatever synth I need when sampling from the OT? I would love a clear and detailed answer.
Hopefully, my question is clear. Thank for your input and advice!

Pros

• ability to travel and work remotely (went out of country and worked from there for a month) (MAJOR UPSIDE)
• decent salary (120k)
• hybrid (but can stay home if I want to. Very flexible)
• great boss
• annual salary increase + bonus

Cons:

• No room to grow (MAJOR DOWSIDE)
• No promotion
• No new challenges or opportunity to learn new things
• Bad culture (cool boss but I do consider some of my coworkers toxic)
• unhappy

Could be a pro or con

• only work probably 2-3 hours. 4 hours max

I'm in a pretty niche industry. Let's say I'm in the restaurant business, I have been working as a chef along with other chefs in a pretty big restaurant group. We all have our sous chefs and direct reports. Most of the heavy liftings are done by them. We get paid for our expertise, in a way. I'm good at what I do and get things done quick. I have been wanting to do more in the industry and learn to do the business part of the industry. The fact that I only work 2-3 hours a day bores me, I'm not gaining any new knowledge. I can't ask for a promotion because I haven't done anything above and beyond outside of my primary responsibilities. I'm not allowed to work/touch management stuff or other chef's orders.
I have looked and interviewed for similiar position at other places, most of them pay 10-40k less and those places require 5X days a week in the office or hard/non negotiable in office days.
I have tried applying for non-chef positions in my industry but of course, they require experience and my background does not match they say.
I love this industry and want to grow and be at the top but i know if I stay here, I won't go anywhere. The only option I can thing of is to move to other places, take a paycut and hope I can do more over there. It's risky but I'm not sure what else to do.

Me and a few freinds are going to try it, so i have a few questions?

1. is .5/8ths enough for one person whos brand new to psychs

2.how long is your first shroom high and at the end will i be able to talk to people normally

1. any advice ?

Uma amiga do meu namorado ( ex de um amigo dele ) beijou ele do nada . Eles estavam num bar com um outro amigo deles e os dois foram buscar bebida e ela só foi lá e beijou ele do nada , quando ela parou ele perguntou porque ela fez isso e a mesma disse rindo " não sei " , e depois mais tarde ela fez isso de novo . Em nenhum momento ela pediu consenso dele ou eles se quer tinham esse tipo de intimidade .
Em nenhum momento ele cortou ela porque o mesmo tem difículdade com isso . Ele foi estuprado parte da infância por parentes e tem muitos traumas com isso ( vários ) um deles e não saber impor limites , principalmemte em situações assim . E não , ele não me contou isso na época que aconteceu dela beijar ele , ele me contou isso uns 8 meses antes da gente se relacionar e até mesmo ( estamos juntos a 3 anos )
A mesma veio com desculpa de estava bêbada , ele não reagiu, ou foi só dois amigos ficando , e falando que ele também quis mesmo ele dizendo pra ela que ficou desconfortável e etc
Mas em nenhum momento a mesma pediu permissão ou conversou se teria problema ou não . Eu fico um pouco puta com esse lance de consenso parece que só serve pra mulher , homem não precisa ter consenso , homem ser beijado ou outra coisa do tipo parece que a galera vê isso como ""prêmio "" pra eles
Enfim, tô bem puta com a situação ,mas acabei sendo compreensível com ele por conta dessa questão pessoal dele , mas queria a opinião de outros

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In keeping with the long-standing tradition of militaries around the world to never actually finish doing anything, the end of the initial invasion of Omen was declared on that day. Not the end of hostilities, nor of combat, nor even of major combat operations. The end of the initial invasion. The backs of their forces on-world had been broken, but they were far from done fighting.
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Darren wasn’t too enthused.
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The order to scramble came just as he finished unloading crates of supplies from the newest freighter into the system. Sighing, he grabbed his rifle and ran for the hangar deck of the Bunker Hill, donning his armor on the way. The Dark Sparrow sat fueling on the deck, about half of the platoon already aboard. Once on himself, Darren learned the circumstances of what had happened.
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A number of servicemen had gone rogue while on duty in Omen’s capital, holing up in a building and detonating a canister of chlorine gas. Dozens of civilians were already dead, and they had warded off all attempts by military police to apprehend them.
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“Brainwashed?” Darren turned to Pavlov.
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“Yeah, definitely.” Pavlov said, consulting a flash card containing the signs of Poslushi neuroforming. It had been noticed that the brainwashed had an eerie calm about them, but were otherwise hard to detect, being nearly identical to their prior selves. Darren wondered when the government would stop panicking about national security and declassify the whole thing about brainwashing.
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The helicopter lifted off the ground and started the somewhat short flight towards the capital, apparently named High Unlerin. It was already visible on the horizon; for a major city, it wasn’t very large. Then, Darren saw that it actually blended into the surrounding forest, concrete and metal fading into lumber and dirt roads. The city center was built in the flowy, vibrant style of the Poslushi; the previous had probably been demolished to make room. However, the Poslushi were far more regular in their construction than the Ovinis, making the Rangers’ jobs easier.
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Poslushi cities were built in a honeycomb style, which made them horrendous for automobile traffic but otherwise efficient for saving space. It made sense, considering the Poslushi had no wheeled vehicles, using nimble, legged machines in the place of cars. Each city “block” was its own building, constructed in a rough spire shape, sometimes with a statue or similar art piece to top the towers.
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This particular one was bright blue, with a structure composed of multiple parts that stretched upward and melded together like wisps of flame. However, it was partially obscured at the ground level by a cloud of sickly yellow-green gas, and a multitude of dark, limp forms lay strewn about. The whole block had been cordoned off, with barriers and hazard-suited guards abound.
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“Jesus. Why would they kill their own citizens?” Pavlov mused, gazing down at the numerous corpses below.
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“My best guess is scorched earth or maybe trying to induce some sort of terrorism to make our jobs harder.” Simmons proposed, shrugging.
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“Well, it isn’t anything we can’t solve with a little bit of elbow grease and judicious application of firepower. Nothing like 8.5mm to dissuade the bad guys, eh?” Sparrow remarked.
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“Nothing indeed.” Darren said. The helicopter hovered over the building, its doors sliding open and the lights on the roof flashing green.
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“Go, go, go!” Pavlov barked, donning his gas mask and leaping from the Dark Sparrow. The rest followed shortly after, Darren’s heart leaping into his throat before his jetpack kicked on and sent him gently drifting into the asphalt. The gas mask was hot and not well-ventilated, but it was better than the water in his lungs turning to hydrochloric acid and dissolving him from the inside out. At least it wasn’t VX or some equally-terrible nerve agent.
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Darren loaded and primed his rifle, finding the rest of his platoon and regrouping. Once gathered, they split up into their combat teams, spreading out to cover all entrances to the building. Darren, Pavlov, and Simmons went to the south doors, while two six-man teams breached the other, more heavily-trapped entrances. Darren ran his hands over the door, checking for anything that could indicate a trap or mine. Nothing.
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Cringing, he mustered his courage and ripped the door open, expecting the entrance to explode. It didn’t, somehow. Darren leaned over, rifle brandished–
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Thwip. A bullet whizzed past Darren’s head, the shot sounding a fraction of a second later. Yelping, Darren ducked back behind the doorframe as Pavlov discharged a shot from his grenade launcher. The shell exploded in a burst of light and sound, and Darren entered shortly afterward, setting his sights upon the blinded shooter and firing twice. The soldier staggered back, then collapsed. Darren methodically advanced down the hallway, keeping an eye to each side in case someone emerged from there.
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This place was quiet. Too quiet. Their intel showed that there were at least a dozen rogue men in this building, but where were the gunshots as the other two teams encountered their own enemies? Surely they wouldn’t guard one entrance and abandon the others?
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“Hey, there’s a note.” Pavlov said, stooping down to grab a small, lightly-bloodstained piece of paper from the ground next to the corpse. Darren kept an eye out as he started to read.
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To the esteemed units of the United States Armed Forces, or whomever else may find this,
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My name is Sgt. Philip Halloway, and I am most likely dead. I am alone within this building; it has been arranged for the numbers to be bungled to increase the urgency of your response. I have chosen to hasten my exit from this world by firing a warning shot; if I had intended to hit you, you would not be reading this. Don’t worry about me. I’ve nothing left to lose anyways, and I’ve chosen this task for myself.
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The events of the last few years, namely the Contact Wars and the recent outbreak of hostilities with the Poslushi, have left many embittered, including me. You may know us as the Mankind Defense Home Guard, or the MDHG for simplicity’s sake. You will most likely hear more from us in the coming time.
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“The hell does that mean?” Pavlov squinted at the text.
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“Go on, keep going.” Darren urged him.
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First things first, we do not believe that humankind holds any special place in the cosmos, that we are any form of “master race,” or the like. For that, contact any of the dozens of nationalist, jingoist, or downright neo-Nazi groups out there, to which you will find us far preferable. However, that is not to say that we do not believe the alien to be an existential threat to our way of life and/or survival as a species. Like any threat, they are to be neutralized with efficiency and without sentimentality, up to and including the great taboo of genocide, should it become unfortunately necessary.
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This unsavory act was an important step in the preparation of mankind for a thousand more crimes like this, done so that no greater atrocity need be committed. Think of this as sowing salt in the fields of war. One day, you’ll thank us for our insight when your children walk the stars freely and without fear, and violence is an evil long forgotten.
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Thank you for your time.
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P.S.: Check my chest. No secret keeps forever.
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Darren inspected the vest of the dead soldier, the blood-drenched graphene augmented with a strange pouch not present on the standard-issue model. Inside was… oh, no.
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A tiny webcam, a little red light on its side blinking, probably still broadcasting. And it had heard Halloway’s entire speech. Darren picked it up and clicked a button on its backside twice to switch it off. Then, he activated his radio.
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“Platoon, we might want to relay this to command. Looks like we just participated in one hell of a publicity stunt.”
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“Director Hoover? We’ve got a Colonel Jasper here to talk to you. It seems important.”
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“Send him in.” the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency spoke into the phone. The door to his office creaked open and a hulking soldier entered, in his old dress blues, his chest festooned with medals of all kinds. He had an imperious, authoritative air about him, but it was not something the head of the most feared intelligence organization in the world would let sway him.
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“Director Hoover.” Colonel Jasper saluted.
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“Colonel, you mind telling us precisely what your underling was doing gassing a number of civilians on Omen? You’re lucky we found you before the Hague did.”
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“The perpetrator undertook this action on his own and with no intervention from us, even if we were mentioned. We don’t control what people do in their downtime.” Jasper shrugged.
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“Well, you should, if they’re going to do this. We’ve been trying to establish good relations with the populace and your little maverick’s just set us back severely. You had better hope he acted alone, or your group’s going on the list we use for terrorists. And you don’t want to be on that list, no matter how tough you think you are.”
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“If you’re trying to intimidate me, it won’t work.” Jasper said, narrowing his eyes and leaning over the desk. “I’ve fought in the Anathema Encounter, what makes you think I’ll–”
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“You will not mention that incident!” the Director shouted, slamming his palms on the desk and standing up. Supposedly, Director Hoover was one of the foremost “agents of regime correction” in the service before his appointment, and Jasper could see the killer in him as he postured himself almost predatorily. Then, he collected himself and spoke with measured calm.
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“It’s bad enough that you know about Anathema. Do what you must, if you believe that you can rally the people to your cause. But the moment we find any evidence that you ordered this, you’re going away for a long time. And if you so much as say a word about Anathema to anyone, you’ll be in a blacksite before the week’s out. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
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Jasper sighed. “Yes, sir.”
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“Good. Now leave. Next time, I’m not going to be nice.”
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Hell on Earth wasn’t a really accurate way to describe war. War was a lot worse. In Hell, things were uniformly terrible, and no one was there without cause. In war, things got better just long enough to leave one complacent when they got worse, and it was filled with people caught inside by plain bad luck.
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These notions were unknown to the United States Air Force. From so high up and so far away, war was impersonal. You didn’t have to look the man you shot in the eye. No scream of terror, no keening of anguish could carry twenty kilometers into the air, after all.
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The bomber squadron was near-serene as it shot over the landscape of Omen. The only sound was the consistent whine of jet engines and the occasional peal of thunder from storms that appeared on the horizon in a flash and vanished as quickly as they came. The blackness of space was readily visible above.
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The remainders of the Poslushi garrison had long since seen the settlements of the planet as a lost cause, retiring to the hamlets of the forests to continue the fight. It was a shame; many of the airmen had been looking forward to a tropical paradise to vacation in.
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The pilot of the B-60 in the lead turned to the weapons systems officer. “Get ready to drop the payload.” the WSO nodded, tapping a set of buttons on his control console. In the bomb bay, the electric fuses of the dozen bombs activated simultaneously. All the while, the bomber shrieked towards its target at Mach 6.
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Three hundred kilometers out, the squadron dispersed, each bomber flying to its own target. There was no longer any worry of enemy interception to be had; the brave pilots of the Bunker Hill had all but annihilated the already small air forces of the garrison.
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A minute later, they were within two hundred kilometers. Hypersonic aircraft were, true to their name, rather fast.
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“Drop our speed and pop open the bomb bay.” the navigator ordered. Rapidly, the aircraft descended to Mach 3, the great doors in the plane’s belly sliding open. If they opened the bay doors while at cruising speed, the immense change in air resistance could tear the bomber apart. Still, it was moving fast, far too quick for the manually-aimed Poslushi air defenses to track.
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“Three… two… drop.” the pilot counted. Nodding, the WSO pressed a button and the payload began falling from the plane at regular intervals. One bomb every two seconds, a dozen bombs total, leaving a trail of falling bombs twenty-four kilometers long. The payload plummeted towards the ground for a few short seconds, and then the tiny explosive charges in the casings detonated, blowing the bombs apart and leaving in their place a whirlwind of swirling, falling papers. Written in the language of the Ovinis, they were a warning, telling any civilians in the area to vacate immediately before the worst happened.
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It was no empty threat. Twenty-four hours later, they would repeat this route with a far different payload. The Poslushi would also do well to heed their words, because this time they would be carrying napalm bombs, and a lot more than twelve of them.
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War was not hell. It was far worse. However, mankind knew how to make war seem like hell, more literally than not in some cases.
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(AN: Forgot to celebrate #10, so let's celebrate #20! Woo! Anyways, I don't exactly like war, as you can see. However, it makes exploring the consequences of a fictional war quite interesting. Just wait until things really start to escalate!
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Love 'ya!)

My son is turning two and I'm realizing that I hate my mom more every day. She's constantly criticizing and telling my how to mother him. She buts heads with every decision i make and I repeatedly need to tell her no I'm doing it this way, or no I didn't ask for your advice.
For instance one of the biggest things we fight about is my son eating. He eats purees and thin oatmeals but when it comes to actual solid food he won't budge. I have been encouraging him to try and so far I have gotten him to the point we're he will put the solids (bread, or fruit or crackers) into his mouth and he will suck and chew on it. But when it breaks down to small pieces he spits it out. My mom constantly tells me I should force him to eat it, and that "I'm weak" and "he knows that, that's why he won't eat." She also talks crap about me to my family saying I'm lazy and I don't do anything.
Anyway I ended up making am appointment with his pediatrician and his pediatrician said not to worry. He's gaining weight and is in a good percentile for height. He said to keep doing what I'm doing and if we don't see improvement in 3 months then we'll revisit where we need a specialist. And I believed him.
I ended up telling my mom this and she's yelling that if she was there she would've got him a specialist. I just wanted her to stop complaining. I'm at the point where I just want to stop talking to her. I'm tired of the criticisms I didn't ask for, I'm tired of having her shit talk me. Like I'm just tired of fighting her and trying to get her to change.
But so far I'm stuck, we all live together in this big house and if I take my family and leave she won't be able to afford her mortgage. My plan is to leave in a year when she's more stable so for now I'm grinding my teeth I'm frustration.
In any case thanks for reading this far.

Dashing in a different state. Walked into McDonald’s apparently after lobby hours yet the door was wide open (not just unlocked). They tell me I have to go thru the drive thru. I understand all that but if I’m standing in your face you could just slide the order instead of sending me behind 3 cars to wait 20 mins. Sense isn’t so common….

Hi everyone, I raised my SAT score from a 1230 (practice test 10) in July 2022 to a 1520 in the March 2023 SAT. (8 months: 290 point increase)
For context I got an 1140 in my PSAT10 (October 2021) and a 1390 on my PSAT11 (October 2022)
I hope this helps people who think they can't increase their score, or need some inspo on how to study.
STEPS

• Take a practice SAT, preferably on paper or one of the ones provided by Khan Academy.
  • I used this to see where I was. My score was a 1230 (700 EBRW, 520 Math). As you can tell my reading and writing was decent but my math really needed help. From examining the questions I missed I realised it wasn't a skill issue but more of a lack of content issue.
• Start prep. If your score is in the 1200s like me, you lack content knowledge. Instead of focusing on areas I 'missed', I relearnt everything.
• I purchased the College Panda math book and read it from start to finish (about 3 chapters a day during the summer), doing all the practice questions in it as well as the corresponding questions on Khan Academy.
  • While I did this I did not neglect my reading and writing and did a passage from each on Khan Academy each day.
• I also found this amazing youtube channel called Unique Prep, where he basically goes over every single math topic on the SAT. He also does grammar but I didn't need it. I watched a few videos every day and did the corresponding questions on Khan Academy.
• Once I finished Unique Prep and College Panda, my math score went into the high 600s/low 700s. I had learnt the concepts- I just needed more practice. After I learnt the content was when I decided to start taking practice SATs every Saturday.
• I took practice SATs every Saturday and I would review the answers on Sunday and take note of what I missed. I highly recommend Scalar Learning on Youtube for math review on past papers. I took the QAS that were on Reddit.
• My score steadily increased with basically each practice test I took, but I decided to max out my reading score and I purchased the Erica Meltzer book. I tried out her technique on reading and it helped me increase my score further. As for grammar, I have always been a reader so I never really learnt it or needed improvement, sadly, but I would say study the grammar rules.
• My score didn't enter the high 1400s until I purchased Uworld. Uworld was a lifesaver and I couldn't be more grateful for it. I did 20 math questions a day, 1 reading passage and 1 writing passage a day as well. On Fridays, for math, I would redo the questions I got wrong over the week.

OVERALL TIPS (TL;DR)

• Get a printable calendar, and fill in/organise what you want to study each day leading up till your test. I think this helped me stay motivated and made me feel like I was on a predetermined track.
• Find what works for you. I played around a lot with techniques and resources and ultimately settled on Uworld and QAS after learning all the content to max out my score. Obviously my score isn't perfect but it's great for me, and I think these tips can help.
• I practiced for the SAT every day with isolated questions (Mon-Fri), a full practice test (Sat) and review (Sun). Honestly, I did not take any breaks, which can be detrimental, but I found studying for the SAT became kind of interesting when I did not make it a chore. The reading passages lowkey became intriguing and the math was like a puzzle.
• I created a spreadsheet with the 25th percentiles and 75th percentiles of all my reach schools. I averaged the scores in each category to find my goal(average 75th percentile) and my minimum score (average 25th percentile).
• I was never hard on my self but discipline is key.

Good luck everyone!

When I think of death
-a sharp, shiny blade-
I start to shrink,
trying to make myself
smaller and smaller,
too insignificant to kill.
Still, he will come for me
-pale, bony hands-
with the same precision
he used on my father
while a cloud of morphine
obscured his eyes.
This certainty saddens me:
all of this turned into nothing,
not even a mound of dust
redolent of life's vigor,
not even the shadow
of a candle!
Is a soft, numb passage
into that silent night
all I can hope for?
Is the grave better than
the cradle of this life?
These words echo
inside the room:
no one listening
but the clock.

50F, 5’3”, 102 lbs., never smoker, rarely drink, no drugs, on Diamox 125 mg. 2x per day and Nurtec ODT, both for migraine.
I am scared. I greatly appreciate the medical care I’ve received, but I’m worried that things continue to get worse, and that I am now questioning my ability to continue to work or to be there for my kids in a meaningful way. If anyone can point me in the direction of where I should go, what questions I should ask, I would be very grateful.
Primary complaints: weight loss/fatigue and dizziness/lack of balance.
I have been having episodes early satiety and bloating. This has led to a weight loss from 110 to 102 as well as loss of hair and strength. I originally began having these episodes while pregnant with my second child in 2014. I would be miserable, drop weight and slowly, slowly recover. During these episodes I feel my middle is being squeezed. I do not have the sensation of hunger. Often once I do start to eat later I suddenly realize how hungry I am and eat to the point where I feel discomfort/pain afterwards. I had a gastric emptying study that was done in 2015 that showed a slightly delayed emptying of liquids. A CT scan in July of 2020 was normal. An abdominal ultrasound done in 2022 was normal. I had an endoscopy and colonoscopy in 2015 that was negative, including for celiac. The episodes have become more frequent.
Of possible note, my blood sugar never seems to rise very high, even when eating something very sugary. It will generally peak around 100 an hour later and go down from there. During my pregnancy when all this started, I had a glucose tolerance test the results were 112 at one hour and 92 after two hours. My blood sugar will go down to 70/high 60s four hours later. My dad, grandmother, uncle and sister were all diabetic Type 2.
I have also been experiencing dizziness. In October of 2019 I started experiencing pain on the right side of my face, near the front of my ear towards my eye. Dentist saw no dental issues, including TMJ. Brain MRI was done to look at the trigeminal nerve and the only thing noted were foci consistent with migraine. The pain remained but waxed and waned and was at a low level in May 2021 when I woke up with my ear full on that side, as well as pain. ENT did workup and concluded it was vestibular migraine, which the neurologist agreed with. The ear fullness eventually resolved gradually over several months. In November of 2022 I suddenly experience severe vertigo with vomiting that landed me in the ER. My ENT prescribed Diamox. It seemed to work very nicely in that I’ve not had a repeat episode of that severity. I do still get what feels like difficulty walking and a buzzy, light-headed feeling. It comes on suddenly.
Additionally on that side of my face, I broke my eye socket playing football in 1998 and had a lesion that was treated with valacyclovir twice. The dermatologist did not biopsy.
A working theory I have is: the episodes of dizziness (which can last a day or more) seem to occur before a bowl movement. I’m not sure whether it is just a coincidence since the fear might provoke the bowel movement. Is it possible that a back-up of stool is sitting on a nerve or compressing my stomach? I generally have a movement 2 or 3 times per week, and it is not constipated/hard. I eat a diet that is largely pescatarian and mostly healthy.
All blood work has been normal, with the exception of (1) slightly raised bilirubin which has been attributed to Gilbert’s syndrome, (2) slightly raised LDH, (3) raised anticardiolipin IgM. Blood work has included the standard CBC and Metabolic panels, along with ANA, RH factor, cholesterol, insulin, d-dimer, thyroid, Alpha-1 antitrypsin, GGT, Sjogren’s.
Prior medical history: breast cancer treated with lumpectomy in 2016, younger sister and mother passed of non-alcoholic cirrhosis/interstitial lung disease this past year, both also had breast cancer. Mitral valve prolapse with mild aortic root dilation.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading.

I started body recomp exactly a year ago. When I was younger I was skinny without even trying, until it caught up to me in college because of all the drinking, eating etc. when I graduated I was able to take off the weight and be back at my “normal” weight which was 118ish. Even 5 pounds on me is a huge difference, I’m sure you guys get it. I have been on and off different antidepressants for a few years so I think now I hold onto weight a little bit more. Long story short I also had a remote job that was having me work 13 hour days and barely would even spend time outside or working out. And I was drinking a decent amount still. I decided I wanted to make a change so I started weightlifting and counting macros seriously. It wasn’t easy in the beginning because I started at eating 1250 calories based on my TDEE (bad idea) and kinda plateaued. Now I eat around 1600 cals and weightlift 4x a week along with riding the peloton 2-3 times. I had some blood work done and nothing was too alarming but I’ve had a history of high(er) tryglicerides. Last week I went to get blood work and I got my results today. My cholesterol, triglycerides and blood pressure went down significantly and everything else I had amazing results! Even though I’ve lost only 3 pounds I’m in amazing shape and really proud of those bloodwork results. So don’t get discouraged if you don’t see crazy changes on the scale. :)

What do you remember about it and how did it affect you?
Like many in this sub, I was growing up when the PS2 came out, and I remember going from essentially playing Mario to games with mo-capped cut scenes and big dramatic story moments was… huge. [Before the PlayStation we were a Nintendo only family. I also was pretty young and missed out on some of the more mature/dramatic n64 titles]
I think the first games I experienced as “cinematic” had a disproportionate emotional impact on me because they were that—the first. The games that come to mind are Kingdom Hearts 1 and Devil May cry 3. I was obsessed with this games. Their storytelling beats are still very good, but if I experienced them for the first time today I don’t think I’d be nearly so emotionally attached.
Honorable mentions for early cinematic experiences go to Spyro: Year of the Dragon and the game over cutscene of Banjo Kazooie XD

25F 150lbs Medications: birth control, spironolactone 100mg, tretinoin, and dapsone. All for acne.
I have terrible skin and am prone to getting acne and random pimples on body. As of the last few days I have been getting itchy bumps on the skin. They start off like hives before finally turning into a red dot. Some of the spots have a little whiteness to them.
I started getting them under the armpit (I have 2 there), then I have 2 on my stomach, and 3 on my thigh. All on the right side of my body. I’ll post the pics I have in the comments (can’t get the under arm ones and the others are in hard to get places so the quality may not be the best.)
I was thinking it could be bed bug bites because that’s what it kinda looks like and I wake up with them, but me and my sister checked my bed and under the mattress and didn’t find anything. Plus sometimes these pop up in the middle of the day when I’m not in my bed.
I am going to schedule myself a dermatologist appointment when they open again on Monday, but I was wondering if anybody had any input before I go. Thanks!
Pics in comments

Got three guys that could be worth my time, but I feel like I should mentally narrow it down and need some help deciding for my own peace of mind. Feel free to share your opinon based off the short description.
Dude 1:
- Its noticable that he likes me
- A little bit geeky at times
- Defends my name idfk how to word that
- Year older
- Funny and easy to talk to
- His moms a bit of a nut at times and has a reputation for it though his fathers nice.
Dude 2:
- Brutally shy but has been warming up to me through the last few months
- Smart and a quite shorter than me (Not like I care, but he may idk)
- Year older, knows guy 1.
- Nice smile and nice hair, seems to have a similar focus as me.
Dude 3:
- two years older and breifly knows guy 2
- comes off as cold but is actually just brutally honest and is highly respectable at times
- Has weird parents and has a poor relationship with his sibling.
- talks about me and always wishes me luck to my friends that he barely knows
- long distance
- Shook my dads hands and complimented me to him.
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Tf should I do reddit?

Since there are several posts asking how to tell males and females apart, and since someone here told me I was wrong when I said male mice don't have nipples (Spoiler: they don't) I would like to direct all of you to this resource that is very useful and detailed about mice and their care, the AFRMA. And just to be helpful, here is a poster with detailed photos of the sexual development of male and female mice at several ages.

Random question, but just curious, for those of you who have had a MD done, did your surgeons mention anything about older herniation vs new herniation matter? My surgeon said I must have had the herniation quite a while (with minimal symptoms) but whatever I did recently must have put me over the edge as far as it hitting the nerve. She said there was old herniation matter as well as new herniation matter which I thought was odd because I thought the body reabsorbed the herniation in most cases after some time? I have my post op next week so I’ll get more details then but just thought this was interesting since if I had to guess my original herniation was likely 3-4 years ago.