Cdl class b jobs

Hey Reddit! I have a quick question, that you may have an answer and solution that's better than my supervisor lol.
In early May of this year, I was hired and work for Walmart that was 30 minutes away and only did two days of orientation before I was involved in an car accident. I told my manager about this incident and understood I didn't had transportation, so I ask to work at a location closed to my house. I even called out.
However, when I apply to locations closer to my house and was called for an interview, I discovered that I was unable to work at Walmart due to being ineligible until November and I had 6 occurrences.
I contacted my previous manager at the ex-location and ask him to fix my occurrences of 5, but he told me he was unable to do so, because I was already out of the system. The best he could do is contact the new location I would like to work at, so they can hired me.
I'm guessing it don't matter if I create two or three emails to apply at the location I wish to work at . on the Walmart website b/c the Walmart system can see my SSN. I have an yahoo email I used to apply and I don't have a problem applying; however my original email, when I try to apply for jobs it tells me 'Pre-employment verification: unfortunately: it looks like you are not eligible for rehire at Walmart at this time".
Comments, answers, anything please lol
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Long story short, I've been working at my new job for a few months and I love it. Went through the multiple rounds of interviews, background checks, etc. and then got my dream job.
In my interviews and on my resume I listed the one bachelor's degree I have and listed one with an expected date of completion at the end of the semester. I screwed up and was one class short, didn't get the second degree after all.
What should I do? Should I tell my employer I fell one class short or should I not say anything and then take the class next semester online and finish up the degree? The second degree is not a requirement for the job and I started working full time months before I was supposed to have that second degree. I feel like a complete idiot and I don't want to lose my job.

For years, I’ve been told that I have ridiculous expectations of my SD. I’ve been with her dad since she was 6. We moved in together when she was 9. We lived together for a year before I kicked them out. There were many reasons, but one of them was that SD was making up lies about the everyone and ended up making up a lie about me. Now, it was a stupid lie, but SO’s reaction to it and my fear of further, more serious lies led me to kick them out. Two years after, they move back in. I totally NACHO, but, sometimes, I wonder if by me NOT saying something is just enabling a really bad outcome.
SD refuses to do anything herself. Well, I will take that back… she is finally brushing her own hair and showering herself (her Dad DID insist on that on her last birthday). Now, I have been NACHOing for so long, that it just dawned on me the other day when her father was cutting up her steak for her and cutting her corn off the cob because she just got braces…. That all those years ago, when I was TRYING to say something about it, and now these past years that I just NACHO… these years have flown by. This kid doesn’t do her own laundry, doesn’t do chores, won’t use a knife to cut up her own food, won’t even help bring groceries in and put them away…. It’s not a big deal during the school year, but during the summer, we have her a lot more. She won’t even pack her own bags to get her stuff ready to go back to her mom’s house. Her mom does her laundry, so my SO just picks up her dirty clothes and puts them in a bag. When he was cutting up her steak the other day, he asked her to put the tv trays up in the living room and we’d just eat in there. She automatically says, “I don’t know how.” I took the dogs out potty, came back in, and she had a TV tray just laying on the floor and again said, “I don’t know how.” So, I showed her how to do it… then it dawned on me that she has a portable desk just like a tv tray and has no problem putting THAT up. SO brings her her plate of food, which she is picky that every single piece of fat be removed. SO sometimes gets snippy with me because I refuse to help him cut her food up. She also is just an inch taller than me (around 5 foot tall) and weighs near 300lbs. Every year, at her annual doctor’s appointment, the doctor mandates her mom to take her to a dietitian… there have been threats to call CPS by the doctor. So, she goes twice, neither parent agree on or stick with a diet, so it all goes out the window within a month.
SD will be FOURTEEN in a few months. Yes, you read that right.
What really grinds at me is that my sister is this exact same way at 22 years old. She doesn’t have her license and “can’t” even work a can opener. She refuses to bring her luggage in herself when she stays with me on spring and fall breaks from college. Yet, she’s on a class trip to Greece right now and has no problem with her luggage. Her excuse for anything is, “I don’t know how,” or, “it’s too heavy,” or “I’ll drop it.” My SO talks so much about my sister and all this, but he’s raising his kid the exact same way.
My parents divorced when my sister was 2. She had a very different upbringing than I did… like, worlds different! The excuse my parents and my SO give for these behaviors is, “well, she does so well in school. She’s a good kid. She’ll eventually learn.”
All I can say is, these “kids” will not be living in MY household when they can’t even hold a job. My mom WILL eventually kick my sister out. Maybe my SD’s mom will let her live there for forever, idk. I can NACHO all I want, but sometimes, this just bugs me.
Thanks for the vent!

I just received the admission decision today, I was rejected from the school I just graduated from two weeks ago as an LLM. I got my GPA which is 3.0 I took 31 credits out of 24 (contracts, criminal law, Arbitration, introduction to the American law, Civil procedure, professional responsibility, international business transactions, LLM colloquium, legal writing and research and independent study) and this is my first time studying in a foreign language. I submitted my application way back in March with my fall transcript. However they got back to me two weeks ago asking me to send my full transcript (after I went to their office multiple times asking about the status of my admission) that means they considered my application very late and they told me there is only 2 spots left. As an LLM I'm not required to take the LSAT to transfer from an LLM A to a J.D because I already did 1 years of law school and ai believe having the LSAT will make my record much stronger. Now, I do not know what to do I have 2 options and please guys help me to decide 1- Applying for an OPT (which I already did) so I could stay here legally for another year, study for the LSAT and take it in SEPTEMBER or OCTOBER and apply to different schools but I'm really scared I will get rejected again and again I know 3.0 Is not alot but taking 10 classes and studying for tge first time in another language (I'm not making excuses it was really hard) hit me hard, I could take non curve clases and get straight A's like fellow LLM'S but I want to take the bar and that take us to my second option. 2-I have fulfilled all the requirements for the bar as an LLM I took 9 credits classes and PR which means I can take the next test In February and If I pass the exam I will be a licensed attorney (I can only take the NY bar exam) and I can spend the upcoming months preparing and hopefully I will pass it. The thing is a JD will give me much more jobs opportunity and will help me in the future and I wanted to use my LLM to get into the JD which unfortunately I did not. If someone said take the LSAT and look into law school admissions decisions then if i did not get accepted apply for the bar in July next year the thing is my OPT will end in June if I did not get accepted I will have to leave the states. what should I do please help me I really really want to do the JD but I'm afraid that I will just waste my time.

Most imperial citzens won't ever leave their planets, yet, starships are what allows the Imperium to exist at all, moving megatonnes of recources and people around the stars. Some people ask how in system starships work, this post got some details.
I'm sure the Rogue Trader RPG books got more data on it, but I don't have those.

Common merchant & Commercial Vessels
Broadly speaking, the non-military vessels of the sector are transports. Some only haul cargo, others only passengers, but most carry a mix of the two. All legitimate craft operate under an Imperial charter, granting them the right to fly lawfully between stars. Some charters allow only for travel along specific routes, while others allow for travel anywhere. Many charters date back thousands of years and it is a rare thing for a new charter to be granted. Most vessels operate in fleets, the better to protect each other from raiders (and rival merchants) as well as facilitate cargo loading and unloading.
As in most sectors, Chartist captains dominate the stars of Calixis. Operating without Navigators or Astropaths (luxuries normally affordable only to the military or planetary governments), they rely on carefully maintained star charts to make journeys from point to point. Some of these maps cover paths of relative safety for warp travel and must be followed precisely. This often means extremely circuitous routes, such that a linear path of tens of light years might entail dozens of jumps totalling hundreds of light years of travel. But for some systems, such a route is the only way possible. Often these planets may go generations without a visit if they are especially distant.
Bulk cargo transports
Of the Chartist ships, bulk cargo transports are the most numerous. In Calixis space, Greatholds are the largest, dwarfing all but gargantuan vessels such as Emperor-class battleships or unique monstrosities like the Misericord. Each Greathold can carry enough goods such that offloading takes dozens of months. Almost as large are the Excolati refinery ships which take this a step further and actively process raw materials during the trip, so products such as weapons-grade promethium are ready to deliver on arrival.
When one of these huge vessels arrives at a planet, it is an occasion noted all over the system. While the Misericord is infamous for the bad luck it brings, other arrivals are a cause of celebration and holidays as it means badly needed medicines and foodstuffs as well as new toys and diversions for the local rulers. As the saying goes, when the Governor is happy, everyone else eats better.
Transports
There is a limited demand for pure passenger ships, as most travellers make do with transport ship accommodations. For those who can afford it though, there are several options for connecting the more populous and powerful systems for the nobility and corporate lords. Pilgrim Ships are the more common type, dedicated to taking the faithful to and from planets of spiritual note or allowing them to retrace the steps of the favoured saints
Mixed passenger and cargo transports are the most common type to be found, primarily carrying one while also providing limited space for the other. Sizes range widely, but most are medium level crafts that can service most of the sector depending on their charter type. Short-range system Hoppers and Void Jumpers for example usually operate under low-level Hereditary Charters. They work short-range trading routes between nearby systems, normally only making one or two jumps to reach their destination. Smaller tramp freighters are also widespread, working without regular routes and barely surviving from one job to the next. For Imperial agents, especially those wishing a low profile, these types of ships can be a common means of transportation throughout Calixis.
Other Vessels
While not actual ships, most systems host a variety of other space-born facilities. These include orbiting centres such as planetary monitors and docks, beacon stations, emergency lifehouses and more. Some are as large as small moons and act as the major nexuses of commerce and shipping for a system, while others may be little more than a refitted cargo hold conducting research on the fringes of the system.
System Ships
System ships are just that: lacking warp engines they operate within the system using plasma drives alone. A civilized system might have hundreds working to move cargo and people throughout its space, while lower level planets may only have a handful to support larger transports on their arrival. Most captains look down on these vessels, but they are vital in systems with multiple inhabited planets or stations.
Limpet Boats are small craft carried onboard Greatholds or other gargantuan ships, and are designed to detach once the main craft has reached its destination. Limpets then scurry about transporting cargo, shuttling crew and passengers, and performing other necessary tasks to ensure that the parent ship will be ready for its next journey.
Shuttles and Lighters are another common craft, working only between their home planet and any orbiting vessels. When a new ship arrives to their planet, they blast into space vying for any work to be had. These boats are also useful for fast (but expensive) planetside transport as well.
And then there are the Rogue Traders. Each as eclectic and unique as their master, they can range from one vessel to many. Rogue Traders operate almost as a law unto themselves; with no boundaries except those proscribed in their charter, they roam the edges of the galaxy in search of new worlds to exploit
Catching a Ride
Unless you have access to a dedicated vehicle (perhaps your Inquisitor has a permanent arrangement with a Chartist captain, or even owns his own ship), you will need to manage your own travel arrangements. Most of the time this is a relatively straightforward affair as most planetary docks have procedures to arrange berths on passenger ships. Most transport captains are also willing to take on some passengers and indicate their destinations and rates at the docks as well. If you’re in need of transportation to a location not listed, though, or need arrangements outside the norm (such as expeditious speed, possibly illegal cargo or travel to forbidden worlds) then some serious negotiations will be needed. Having plenty of Thrones or bartering merchandise on your person can aid this process immeasurably.
Most Inquisitorial agents refrain from simply commandeering a vessel on the authority of their rosette, and save that as a last resort to be used only when regular means such as payment, bribery and subtle threats fail. Keeping the negotiations “sub-rosa” helps maintain good working relations with the merchant fleets and helps ensure that the next time you need a ride things go smoothly. It also helps keep them in business and available for you in future endeavours. Indeed, if you treat them well, most captains look forward to your repeat business, thus making life easier for all parties concerned.

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Hello! I just want to vent a little about my college experience. It's kind of disconcerting to say this, but I have no one to call a friend. I've interacted with people in my classes, making an effort to be open and friendly with anyone willing to talk to me. I was able to make acquaintances in my school year but it's not like we hang out after school. It seems like everyone around me looks to be having an amazing college experience and here I am, who will be a sophomore and continue to walk alone in class next semester. I've tried to join clubs, but since I commute, I can't participate in them since they happen late into the night. Honestly, I'm considering looking for a job to keep me busy or something. I'm not sure, it feels as though I'm the only one going through something like this. It also doesn't help that I have extreme social anxieties and it makes it awkward when having conversations. So, does anyone have any sort of advice?

I am an incoming M.S. student for BME at Columbia. After completing FAFSA my EFC was 1,095. The school told me I was ineligible for a work study, but I could apply for a job at Columbia. Unfortunately no one has gotten back to me after applying and reaching out. The deposit is $4,000 due by 6/30. In fact they extended that for me so I have to pay it by that date. I don't have that money as I do not have a job (I've applied to 100's of jobs and I might take a minimum wage at this point because my B.A. in bioinformatics from Hunter College seems to be useless) I've taken out student loans but according to the financial aid office I am unable to use that towards my deposit even though the deposit will go towards my tuition. I have only one parent who works however they support my family of six and my other parent is currently disabled. This new change has caused me to be a caretaker for that parent and public assistance and SSA is taking too long to respond. I feel completely helpless and anxiety ridden. Any advice helps. I'm the oldest sibling in my immigrant household so I have no one to talk to about this

I'm from the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts and was born here to Soviet immigrant parents. I grew up steeped in the Russian language and Soviet culture, so when I started school, I had that FOB vibe that caused me to be bullied straight from elementary school to high school. Somehow, everyone knew I was an outsider, whether it was school or summer camp. Everyone at school hated me. Even girls who invited me over to their house and came over to mine would comment about my mom's "disgusting" food and our atheism. I never had friendships or relationships in my life. Because of the chronic bullying and low status, I have social anxiety. I am especially socially anxious with friends or potential friends since those were the people that betrayed me. The way I coped, especially in high school, was dancing and acting. I'd play music in my headphones and act as different people in front of the mirror. I also took classes in both outside of school.
My parents are emotionally abusive and broken due to the trauma that caused them to immigrate in the first place. They only speak Russian, are of Jewish ancestry, and are atheists. As a result, in all of the possible societies they could belong in - Russians, Jews, and Americans, my parents don't fit in because they are too ethnically ambiguous, too atheistic, and too Soviet, respectively. Because they lack the accountability of being in a community and live a very isolated life, they treat me disrespectfully and in a controlling way without repercussion. I live with them.
Now that the context is over, here is the question. I graduated in the class of 2020, had taken 2 years off of school due to social anxiety, and did my freshman year of college in the 2022-2023 school year. To minimize my anxiety, I went to a very small commuter school (basically a community college) and lived with my parents. Needless to say, I hated it. I would like to have a college experience like most American students, if you know what I mean. The college experience is my dream, but I don't think it is possible for me due to my anxiety and chronic low status. My plan b, more realistic choice is to drop out and pursue acting as a career. What path should I take - do you think it is possible for me to overcome my trauma and be able to make friends? Or do you think, like me, that the LA path is more realistic?

To start off with, you need some background info. Growing up, I was very different from my family. I was there opposite in many ways and I think they still see me as a lazy little boy because I didn’t like physical stuff and sports growing up but my siblings did, especially my brother. I (M) am 22 freaking years old, a point my family brings up often but they don’t treat me like it. I met my fiancé (f23) in high school and our relationship grew from there. A few years later, we go to different colleges. She goes to a cheaper but very good college. I got to a college my family recommended but was very expensive. I go for two years and both years I try for the PTA program but don’t make it each time. I figure since twice is probably enough, I decided to switch colleges and majors. I choose to go to my fiancés college because a) it’s cheaper than $8,000 for a semester and b) my fiancé is there. At first, my family is very against it. My father calls me a “dumbass” for wanted to transfer and I try to them that one of my reason is for saving money. Anyway, I eventually transfer there and become a biology major and it’s great. My family saves money, I even get some money back from my tuitions and grants.
Well, two years later my fiancé graduates, but I don’t. After she graduates, she immediately starts looking for a job. She can’t find any except for a small, family owned business. She looks into it and the pay isn’t very good and there are hardly any benefits to go with it. We can’t stay up there for much longer because I didn’t have a job either for the summer (because I was a student worker). Eventually, my family offers us their outdoor kitchen and it’s a shithole. But we clean it up and make it our little shithole and it’s not great but that’s ok. Anyway, after we move, we both start looking for jobs because my fiancé and I decided that I should take a break from college for a bit and try to get a job so I can save money. So I start looking for jobs. Fiancé gets a job at the parish library as IT, because that was apart of her degree. But I can’t find one. I applied to many places and none of them responded back to me. Well I apply for the library too. I don’t get a full time position but according to my family, they aren’t charging us rent for the outdoor kitchen but they did say that if I don’t get a job, they would kick us out. Well I get the library job but it’s not good enough. They bring up “we aren’t charging you rent, but you need to make the most money you can”.
Well dad has a friend that works in an internet and cabel company as a manager. Dad sente up the interview and I go to get him out my ass. Well I get hired and it’s physical work, great. I decided I would give it a chance and I honestly tried. I gave it about a month. Well in that month, the guy who’s friends with my dad, let’s call him Grain, calls my dad and tells him that I take awhile climbing up the ladder (and please keep in mind that o have hardly ever climbed ladders before). Well dad calls me when I’m on my way home and says “what’s going on with the ladder?” and I’m like “what do you mean?” That’s when I find out Grain called him. I tell dad that I’m fine. Well, a little later, I have to give my work truck to someone else so that they can have a truck to use and I go with them to observe them. Since im not driving, I figured it wouldn’t be a problem if I played on my phone. Well, yesterday I was with a guy(Chad) and we had just finished our last job when another worker(Jay) was pulling in behind us. Jay asked Chad want the problem was at the customers house and Chad told him. Well Jay had come to work on a mode just a little further down so he continues on. Well Chad and I get back in the truck and Chad follows Jay and parks by him. Chad grabs none of his tools, doesn’t even say anything when he gets out the truck. And Jay is still on the ground, setting up his ladder to climb the poll. I stay in the truck because I figured they were just talking. I was keeping an eye on them just in case so I could get out and help if they needed it but nope. Chad gets back in the truck not five mine later and we leave. We head back to the office and as I’m putting my stuff up, Grain say he wants to go talk in his office. I finish and go meet him.
Apparently Chad and Jay told him that I didn’t get out the truck and stayed there to play on my phone. I guess that was a mistake on my part but oh well I guess. Anyway, I tell Grain my side of the story and his words were “it’s ok, there’s no hard feelings” he then ask me if I like my job and I tell him that it’s not really for me but it’s ok. It’s something I could do for a bit, but not something I want my end profession to be. He says ok and that’s that or so I thought. Well, Grain tells dad what happened because they are best buddies and dad freaking lays into me. Telling me how I’m lazy, how I have a pussy, how if he hears that I’m on my phone again he’s going to break it. Now dad wants me to apologize to Grain because apparently he’s the only reason I haven’t been fired even though there is another guy that wants to take my place (even thought there are only 4 techs, including me, covering 1,000 people) and that Grains supervisor wants me gone. According to dad, if I quit or get fired, he kicks us to the curb.
So idfk what to do here. I talked it over with my fiancé and she thinks that I shouldn’t apologize but that I should acknowledge that I made a mistake. But I’m sure that if I don’t apologize, Grain gonna go crying back to dad and then I’m get it.
Any advice is helpful. Thank you.
I know that it’s a lot but I wanted it to be known what the whole situation is. I don’t know what I should do with my family.

Despite not being the majority of worlds, its all but certain that hive worlds got the absolute majority of the Imperial population, quintillions of people living in horrible conditions, toiling under toxic waste and back breaking work.
But, not even the worst regime possible would just leave everyone without anything to do outside of work, this brings the question, what people do in their free time? Turns out, Dark Heresy say this:

Hab Life
For most hive citizens who spend their lives trudging from their hab-stacks and mid-hive tenement blocks to dreary and repetitive jobs in the manufactorum, the service-corps and work crews, life represents a somewhat bleak monotony against which they struggle to make something of their sparse conditions, raise families and hope never to suffer the attentions of the nameless horrors that they fear are lurking in the dark universe beyond. On most Imperial hive worlds (and those of Calixis are no different), what little mass media exists is rigidly controlled by the Ecclesiarchy and state for reasons of security and moral instruction. Rampant materialism, outside of the rarefied classes of the highborn and wealthy, is all but unknown. But even the most unimaginative hab-dweller needs some kind of diversion and entertainment to take their minds off their hardships and fears. While the Imperial Creed and the Ecclesiarchy provide great solace for many, the average hive-worlder likes their pleasures simple, direct and visceral—taverns, refectories, music halls and cook-shops offer the most commonplace daily escapes, while visits to holo-lantern shows, the carnivora or circus, or the greenery of a sealed arbour dome, are costly and rare excursions.
There are, of course, some for whom these diversions are not enough; they plunge past the bright lights of the entertainment ’bergs into the shadows that stretch all the way down to the dangerous sinks and stews of underhive. There they find darker forms of quasi-legal and outright forbidden escapes, including the blood sport pits, wager-halls and fighting arenas, pound bars and dust dens, and all manner of other vices offered by a seething criminal underclass—watched over by enforcers often either corrupt themselves, or more interested in maintaining order than the law. Worst still for those who seek such escapes, weakness, ill-fortune or fatal curiosity lead to far more forbidden fruit, whose cost is greater than mere life.

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I’m a student about to graduate in 3 weeks. All my other rotations were great and I got really good feedback. I don’t mean to be arrogant but I feel that I work hard and am fairly competent at a level I can be expected to be as a student. But my supervisor treats me like I’m an idiot and should be an experienced tech already. On my first day I was doing manual WBC and platelet counts but they were always wrong. I got them right in class. We learned on hand made slides and were taught to read at the feathered edge. But at the clinical site the slides are made on a machine and have no feathered edge. It turns out on those slides I need to read a little further up. Once I was told that my counts have been right but ever since then she seems to hate me. Every time I make a mistake it’s “you should know this already”. Today during QC I didn’t remember every button to push on the analyzer and she got so mad. Like there’s a million buttons and I knew most of it. I just forgot what button to push to get to one page. And I’ve never done it myself before, I just watched other people do it. It’s hard to remember until you do it yourself. There’s also one computer for two machines, but there’s 2 keyboard and mice. I accidentally grabbed mouse A instead of mouse B because I was looking at the screen and just grabbed the wrong one on accident and she berated me for it! “You should know this already!”. Then she did the same thing a few minutes later! I feel like I can’t ask any questions or make any mistakes or she’ll passive aggressively berate me for it. Like I learned heme 3 months ago, I can’t remember everything perfectly. I’ve never felt so crappy. It’s clear she just hates students because she keeps making side comments about how “why do they send students here” or just the general feel that I’m a burden

I’m thinking about getting my CDL-A license so I can do something making money while I figure out what career I’m passionate about (currently seems like none).
I have a question about the schedules you guys work. I don’t necessarily want to be a trucker, I’ll take any job I can get with a CDL-A license.
I want a job where I don’t work a typical work week but instead maybe work longer hours/weeks sometimes, but then have a longer amount of time off to camp, hike, and travel a little.
So, what are your working hours and schedules like and do you think it works well with the life you want to live? Thanks in advance!

!!Warning this post includes Talk about suicide, sh, maybe abuse and probably other considerable heavy topics. Please if you don’t like that sort of stuff or get triggered by it, do not continue reading!!
English isn’t my first language so, sorry for mistakes. And I’m gonna leave out some details for privacy reasons.
I don’t know how to start this but by the title most people can guess what this is about. For some background I (15 f) have divorced parents and two older siblings. My parents are divorced since i was around 5, i don’t know if it was a messy divorce or not but in the end my siblings and i moved in with our father and to another country (unwillingly but not like we had a say in that) my mother was ill even before she had me (I’m the youngest) she was slightly depressed. But after she had me it went downhill. My mother was in bad condition and got sent to a place where they keep an eye on you till you get better. I don’t remember that bc i was like 3 months old but it affected my OS she is probably the only one that actually remembers what happened in that time.
Anyway we moved in with my father and his new girlfriend, and ofc she is the evil girlfriend type (not stepmother!!) Anyway new kindergarten no friends, new school some friends and yeah in all i started to skip classes bc i didn’t wanna go(no one noticed or cared). My OB got into all sorts of trouble which ofc made me the annoying little sister and a person that didn’t exist in his life.
My home life started to get worse, father was always working which means stress what causes irritation and in the end he always got angry with us for being kids, one time he got so mad at us that he lined us up in the kitchen and threw some kind of porcelain bowl at the wall right beside us. Some other behaviors he showed was grabbing my sister wrist and bending it with Her arm behind her back which hurts a lot btw he did it to me too, only once tho i think, i preferred to stay away from him as much as possible. He would threaten us if we didn’t behave saying things like „“if you don’t behave you won’t see your mom in the weekend“ or „“if you don’t clean your room I’ll get a black sack and throw away everything that’s on the ground“ or again „“why are you crying, stop or do you want me to give you a reason to cry“. We got a free time club house in our 4th year and i started to spend all my time there playing video games with my friend which i really enjoyed.
One weekend we were at our mothers place (i had just turned 12) and our downstairs neighbors wanted us to talk about how it went with our Father, us responding with „“not good“ and then there was a whole stir up which got us to move in with our mother and pretty much just leaving my father. I again lost all my friends and got stuck with having to start all over again. (At the same time I suddenly couldn’t sleep anymore, which ended in me getting plant based calming meds which worked at first but then stopped, probably bc i almost took 3 every day in school and some before i had to go to bed)
New school end of fifth year Corona started and we were doing online school, not much to say but it was bad (and the teachers were really dumb) Got sent to grade 7 at a new school where the teachers grade you on how much they like you and not on your actual intelligence. (I started feeling really bad again and started to cope with a box cutter to right below my shoulders so people wouldn’t see even if i just wore a t-shirt that day. I also got new sleeping meds called melatonin but it felt like they didn’t work, even after taking them every night at the same time for like two weeks ) Started skipping again and then at the end of the year we didn’t even get grades anymore just red lines that showed us nothing important. 8th year, three weeks in and i stopped going to school altogether, i couldn’t get out of bed anymore and just started sleeping and doing nothing. Was out of school for half a year and a bit more,my father thought it would be better to take me back to his place and get back into my old school ( no idea how he convinced me or why i decided that was a good idea) but back in my old school thy screwed me over completely and sent me back to year 7 which i already passed. So i was pissed and stopped going to school again.
Now I’m 15 and my father and some therapist and social workers and other people are trying to get me into a girls school that will teach me what i need to learn for the final exam so i can just finish year 9 without a big deal. Now I’m here in my room crying like an idiot bc if this doesn’t work and i fail all together i won’t be able to keep going with my life. I don’t wanna work some job for 40 hours or something i can’t do that. I’m just not made for that sort of stuff and idk why. I’ve been wanting to get this of my chest for so long but never knew how or where since i don’t like to talk to people like therapists and stuff.
Thank you fror listening to me rambling on about my stupid life that i just can’t bring myself to love.
And again sorry for the mistakes in this post. :]

They don't strike me as areas for which there's a lot of demand in the private sector. However, I'm not particularly thrilled of the idea of working in academia or for the government either (especially not academia). A job are the IMF or the World Bank seems cool, but is probably be a bit ambitious... I would like a decent pay, though not necessarily sometimes that gets me in the moneyied classes (not having to worry about the utility bill and rent is fine). So where to go? If there are decent options I would attempt to get a doctorate somewhere in that field.

I’m so happy and sad I loved Riverside Cory College! I’m taking a Research methods class and taking the final soon! It’s going to be my last one before I get my associates degree and transfer to Arizona State University to get a B.S in Psychology and Minor in Biological Sciences!!!

DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
…
…
…
…
…
Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
~
Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
~
Stats
Voting
Spreadsheet

DRAG RACE!
Chronologica struts the runway wearing a goose costume, head to toe in white with a beak.
Hello world!
Welcome to Drag Race.
Lucy Vuitton, are you ready for this makeover?
“Darling, always!” Lucy smiles.
Rachelle, thank you for hosting this last week.
“Pleasure, boo.” Rachelle grins.
Floss, how was it to be the 2IC?
“Baby, I’m always number ONE.” Floss cackles.
Chronologica winks.
For our Challenge, our racers were tasked with making over their loved ones!
It’s TIME!
~
Category is… Family Resemblance!
Zazu Nova and Mama Nova are ready for the race, baby! Zazu wears a racers tracksuit, looking like a pitstop girl in red stripes, with Mama Nova in a tight yellow fly girl look, with a flag that has Zazu’s face on it, as Zazu points to her flag and cheers, dancing with a little giggle.
Race hard, baby.
Yasmin Raiz and Roti Ann Raiz arrive, in Yasmin’s grandparents’ wedding attire- Yasmin wears her grandmother’s wedding dress, an deep V-neck tea-length pearlescent 60s gown with a soft blue veil and train, while Clem wears the smart matching blue suit and pearl tie, both adorned everywhere with soft pearl flowers and wearing trademark chunky glasses. Yasmin throws her bouquet at the end of the runway with a wink.
“So many brides…” Rachelle utters.
King Omari Star and Darweshi King Star strut out of the stage in two grand royal looks. Omari has a beaded necklace and headpiece made of feathers, with a fitted beaded corset and long flowy skirt. Darweshi wears a more bird-like look, with a long flowy cape and a breadth of jewels placed around their body as they walk, hand in hand.
“The Chief and his Warrior.”
Aguacate and Pitaya arrive in matching fruit looks! Aguacate is the star of the show, dressed as a literal camp take on an avocado with a matching sombrero, as she shimmies and twirls through the stage. Pitaya is dressed as what else, but a Pitaya! She walks slightly behind Aguacate, wearing a matching sombrero as Aguacate points to her as they walk, making a zany facial expression as they strut hand in hand.
“I live for a treat.” Lucy smirks.
Fiore Stravaganza and Francesca Stravaganza are the picture of elegance and beauty as they strut out, both fitted for the gods in a tight set of mermaid gowns. Fiore is in a gorgeous white dress, with Francesca in black, each with an opposing set of gloves. Their hair is long and flowy, both expressively painted with dark features as they eye the judges.
Gorg.
Granny Gorgeous and Grandson Gorgeous are the picture of a strange family. Granny is wearing a big fitted coat, with grandson serving a pantsuit look in the same color. Granny has gorgeous long gray hair, with Grandson wearing a matching black ponytail, as Granny fussily plays with Grandson’s hair as he hits the end of the stage.
Floss raises an eyebrow.
Jaslene Bangus and Jezebel Bangus enter the stage as PHOENXIES! In a huge feathered bodysuit, the two look like literal twins as they strut out on the stage. Jaslene hits the floor, landing a split as Jezebel cartwheels forward, picking up Jaslene on her shoulders as the two move through the stage, delivering a delicious show.
Phoenix, rising from the ashes!
~
Hi Racers.
Let’s chat.
Starting with… Yasmin.
Yasmin smiles.
I love this. You two are a couple in love, and I see it. Going with the wedding approach was so much fun to see.
The two hold hands.
For me- you’ve been consistently giving your all Yasmin, and I really do appreciate seeing you give your all. Great job.
“Thank you.” Yasmin nods.
Aguacate.
Aguacate winks.
“You two look fantastic.” Floss says. “However…”
Aguacate raises an eyebrow. “Oh!”
“It felt like you were focused on being the star, and Pitaya stumbled behind.” Floss purses her lips. “I wanted to see more interaction.”
“Okay…” Aguacate nods.
“For me, it is clear you’re stars- however, I wanted- and at this point, needed more.”
“Thank you, I- I mean. WE are stars!.” Aguacate responds. “See? Already applying those critiques!”
The room laughs.
Aguacate: “The lady is wrong, but it’s alright. Don’t gag when she goes missing though.” Aguacate winks.
Omari.
“Hello.” Omari smiles.
“Now, you have a strong brand.” Rachelle says.
Omari nods.
“And I was worried about how you’d manage it on another canvas. But you’ve done really well.”
Omari smiles.
“For me, you’re embracing this journey, you’re showcasing yourself and really having fun with it. So, keep at it.”
“I plan to.” Omari winks.
Granny.
“My dear.”
“I don’t really see a brand.” Lucy frowns. “Like I don’t get it.”
“It’s Granny and her Grandson.” Granny grins.
“Mhm.” Lucy eyes Granny. “Like, for me, especially this King look- it’s not giving.”
“I understand that- I did want to go outside of the box.”
“I get that darling, but for something like this- being YOU is important.” Lucy responds.
Granny nods.
Zazu.
“Hiiii!” Zazu waves.
This is gorgeous.
“Oh my god, thank you.” Zazu flushes.
Zazu, you have had a challenging few weeks. But this week, I saw you shine.
Zazu beams. “It’s been so long since I last heard praise.”
It was a really strong brand, an efficient brand- and you clearly, really really knew what you were doing. It was all well thought out. The styling was on point, the mug too, great job, kid.
“I had a lot of fun.” Zazu smiles. “This woman saved my life.”
Mama Nova hugs Zazu.
I’m happy to see it.
Fiore.
“Hello.” Fiore smiles.
“I think you did, like, gorgeous.” Lucy says. “Like duh.”
“Duh.” Fiore chuckles.
“But like… it’s pretty, but kinda soulless?” Lucy looks at Fiore.
Fiore looks surprised, as Jaslene eyes her.
“Like- I wanted more. Smiles, I wanted grace, I wanted- I don’t know, a partnership. I didn’t really get that.”
“Sorry, I… don’t really get that critique. Cause my drag IS fierce and put together and that’s what I showcased tonight.” Fiore responds. “Unlike-“ Fiore gestures towards the other girls before stopping.
Fiore Stravaganza: “Soulless? Lucy Vuittion, LILY VUITTON, CALLED MY DRAG… SOULLESS?” Fiore growls, rolling her eyes.
Chronologica laughs.
Fiore, I think you’re missing the point. We have been needing that fun factor from you these past few weeks and this was all presented greatly, It just all felt overly rehearsed. We just need you to… what was it again, Rachelle?
“Let loose.” Rachelle responds.
Yeah, that.
“Y-…Yeah I believe I can understand that.” Fiore nods, hesitantly.
Finally, Jaslene.
Jaslene looks with a fierce gaze.
“DAMN.” Floss smiles. “This- this is family resemblance.”
Jaslene grins.
“Every detail, every moment has me set up. I am enjoying beyond compare what you have delivered- not just a look, but a performance.”
“Thank you.” Jaslene responds.
“For me, this is high class, PROFESSIONAL drag.” Floss smiles. “Well done babe.”
“Thank you so much judges.” Jaslene bows. “This challenge means the world to me. I mean, seeing my good sis after so long has really reminded me who my real sisterhood is—“ Jaslene begins to get emotional.
Camera cuts to Fiore.
“It reminded me why I’m still here fighting for this title and for WHO I’m still fighting for. Which is of course me!” Jaslene jokes as the room laughs, “But seriously, I want to show that this isn’t a fluke and that…. The Cuntress is fucking back, bitches! For real now, period!”
…Period.
Thank you, racers. Whilst we deliberate, you may untuck backstage in the Crystal Lounge, sponsored by Princess Papaya Tropical Drinks. Partners, you’ll be seating in the Platinum lounge.
~
The racers enter the crystal lounge.
Aguacate grabs a drink and walks over to the mirrors. “Hmph!”
“Aguacate, darling-” Granny looks over.
“I am fine, I am just preparing.” Aguacate shrugs.
Aguacate: “What? Do I complain? No, what use will it do? I know I am a star, but I must PERFORM!”
“How are we all feeling?” Omari asks, sipping his drink.
King Omari Star: “I am content. I feel proud, I feel like I’ve shown myself. And I'm gonna keep going.”
“Finally…” Jaslene laughs. “I’m back, I feel a-fucking-mazing girl, see, I even started talking like Yasmin!”
“Not really….” Yasmin makes a face. “Anyway-“
“You ate it girl.” Zazu smiles. “The transformation…”
“You two, really really do look like twins.” Yasmin nods.
“I made a promise, week 1- I'd be here till the end. I’m here to prove that.” Jaslene shrugs. “Point blank.”
Omari snaps his fingers. “As you should. Fight for it.”
“I am just really happy not to be in the bottom this week.” Zazu laughs. “Because I do like to perform…”
“But it’s become your weekly gig at this point.” Omari smirks.
“Exactly!” Zazu laughs. “I’m leaving it to someone else.”
“I think it’ll be me.” Granny sighs.
Fiore continues to sip her drink, eyeing the others.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Omari holds Granny’s hand. “You’re the other old bitch like me.”
The two laugh.
“You may be a baby Queen, but I do want to say- you should be proud of yourself.” Omari says, his eyes watering a little. “I didn’t expect to enjoy someone like you.”
“Granny, you’re like- megalodon levels of inspiring.” Yasmin grins. “To see a Queer Woman on this stage- you have had a second life, and wow, it feels great to know no age is stoppable for this.”
“I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Zazu smiles.
Granny looks touched, as she places her hand on her chest. “Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me to hear you all say that. I thought- I thought you’d all think I was some joke. And to feel this love….” Granny’s eyes well up with tears.
Fiore Stravaganza: “No love for me? No matter.”
Fiore swirls her drink.
“I am disappointed. I expected to do well this week, but apparently the judges don’t see that.” Fiore says. “I will be safe, but that’s not enough.”
“...Who are you talking to?” Jaslene looks at Fiore.
“...The circle?” Fiore makes a face. “It seems like everyone has had room to talk but me.”
The others eye Fiore.
Yasmin Raiz: “Fiore seems a bit… do I say, like… delusional?”
“Whatever.” Fiore continues to drink. “I don’t understand why everyone is looking at me like I’M the fool with some of those clown faces you put on every week, but...” Fiore mutters.
“What was that?” Yasmin asks.
“Nothing darling, you look great by the way. Your partner’s mug reminded me of our runway theme two weeks ago, it honestly looked fantastic.” Fiore compliments, with a grin on her face.
“Thank you…” Yasmin says, before realizing what was really said.
“I just-” Yasmin smiles, wiping her eyes. “It feels fantastic to be here. This week was lovely. It gave me a drive- and I’m here, racing for this journey till the end.”
Yasmin Raiz: “I am aware- I am not a crazy personality. I’ve been consistent, I’ve been delivering- and that is my advantage. I don’t need to tell you how I’m going to take the crown- I’ve been showing you.”
“Damn right.” Omari grins. “Shall we raise a glass to us?”
“Let’s do it!” Yasmin smiles.
“Aguacate, come!” Granny yells.
“I won’t stop myself from another drink…” Fiore smirks.
“NO THANKS!” Aguacate yells from across the room.
Aguacate: “I am an island.” Aguacate closes her eyes and hums. “For me, this competition is priority. I will fight for it. And I will not be going home.”
“You look gorgeous.” Aguacate laughs, looking at herself. “Winner.”
~
Welcome back, racers.
I’ve made some decisions.
…Yasmin, Omari. Well done this week. You’re safe.
The two grin.
Zazu Nova, this week, you’re back.
You’re safe.
Zazu smiles. “Thank you.”
Jaslene Bangus.
The fish has been SERVED. Condragulations, you’re the winner of this week’s challenge!
Jaslene tears up as the others clap for her. “PERIOD BITCH!”
Jaslene Bangus: “FINALLY!”
Fiore Stravaganza, we’re needing more.
Granny Gorgeous, you need to know… you more.
Aguacate… perhaps it’s a lesson today. Sometimes- you don’t need to be the star- you need to be a partner.
Aguacate makes a face.
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Fiore, you’re safe.
Fiore, for the first time, looks genuinely nervous, before nodding. “Thank you.”
That means Granny Gorgeous and Aguacate, I’m sorry my dears, but you are up for elimination.
The time has come… for you to lip sync to your life!
“This is your song.” Omari looks at Zazu playfully.
**Waka Waka by Shakira starts to play**
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRpeEdMmmQ0
Good luck… and don’t fuck it up!
Granny Gorgeous: “My second time in the bottom. I am going to fight, and show them all what Granny can do.”
Aguacate: “I am NOT going home. By the end of this, I’LL be getting arrested with elderly abuse, because I’m slaying grandma.”
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Next Time!
Racers, it’s time for you to play parts in Lovers: The Musical!
“JFK is my favorite, because, talk about a man with a good shot in the head!” Yasmin laughs.
Omari stares in horror.
“Girl, if you aren’t giving cunt…” Jaslene looks at Zazu.
“I’m a water sign, I’m giving FISH.” Zazu winks.
“Like?” Fiore looks at the others. “Seriously? What does SHE know.” Fiore throws a pillow.
“Jesus.” Jaslene jumps back in her seat.
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To preface this I (F22) like a more active and social job, not a job where I sit at a desk and interact with few people. Everyone says IT is where it is at. That sounds soul sucking for someone like me, I am not particularly into tech but I am interested in making good money.
I’ve always been drawn towards healthcare or science, BUT if you look at my page you will see I’m currently changing my path towards an Occupational Therapist as I don’t want 100k in student loan debt.
I am smart, I’m not great at math but I’ve got a 4.0 GPA and that’s with college level math and science classes. I love science and I love being active and being social.
Nursing is a no go for me, my mom is a nurse and so are all of her friends. Although they made it out good financially, the burnout is not worth it.
Engineering sounds cool but I don’t really know what it is beyond a surface level understanding. Also, I’m not sure I’m THAT good at math… Lol.
I want to switch my Psych degree to a more valuable degree. Something that can make me good money but also fits the lifestyle I’m looking for. Not a desk job, not a lonely job, but also makes decent money. I’m willing to consider paths besides healthcare, in fact I welcome any and all recommendations.

To preface this I (F22) like a more active and social job, not a job where I sit at a desk and interact with few people. Everyone says IT is where it is at. That sounds soul sucking for someone like me, I am not particularly into tech but I am interested in making good money.
I’ve always been drawn towards healthcare or science, BUT if you look at my page you will see I’m currently changing my path towards an Occupational Therapist as I don’t want 100k in student loan debt.
I am smart, I’m not great at math but I’ve got a 4.0 GPA and that’s with college level math and science classes. I love science and I love being active and being social.
Nursing is a no go for me, my mom is a nurse and so are all of her friends. Although they made it out good financially, the burnout is not worth it.
Engineering sounds cool but I don’t really know what it is beyond a surface level understanding. Also, I’m not sure I’m THAT good at math… Lol.
I want to switch my Psych degree to a more valuable degree. Something that can make me good money but also fits the lifestyle I’m looking for. Not a desk job, not a lonely job, but also makes decent money. I’m willing to consider paths besides healthcare, in fact I welcome any and all recommendations.

Hello everyone. I think im turning into a monster everyday. I am a male (teenager). I think im not ok and not normal. To begin with, i had a normal, fun experience at Kindergarten. It was fun. I didn't understand a word, everything was fun and games, i was a kid. At primary school, i got my "traumas"or bad experiences. My mom told me to work hard (i was six years old) and study hard. I was getting the best grades, and i had girls. Everyone loved me unconditionally, i had friends, peers etc. This continued for the first two years. At the following years of primary school, i would have the consciousness, to hear, understand and mimic my parents behaviour. My parents were toxic. My dad would always curse at my mom and say her words like : btch, he, lesbîan, stupid etc. He was clearly abusive and when under pressure, he would give my mom slaps and beat her ( not so badly ). He would also make racist comments about my mom. Dont blame my younger self but, i adopted this bad vocabulary to my mom and family. My dad was never there, when i needed him. I recently learned, he was abused by a gang of three, when he was 8 years old. He never got through it (trauma). My mom was strict, had always an angry expression to the slightest misbehavior. She would tell me to be a nerd. She would punish me for not cleaning my room, with a whopping punishment. When i didn't feel like showering, she wouldn't let me sleep as a punishment. (She was on my room for the whole night singing loud nonsense, just because i didn't shower. So the next years at primary school, i didnt have friends. I was just speaking with another nerdy boy. The last two years of primary school, were BULLYING years. My worst period. My mom was from the same country as my bullies mom. So they had been somehow friends. My mom would tell me to bring my bully to my home. I explained to her that he was clearly a BULLY. He bullied me for my body. She never took me seriously. My bully was well behaving at my home, and my mom was giving him consumables (food). When he would go to his home, the food my mom gave him, would be thrown away. Imagine how painful it would be, bringing your Bully to your house ! When my mom realised that i got traumatized of this, she cried and apologized, and told me that she wants me to be thriving. I had ( and still have growing rage ) for my bully. So i confronted him. I told him that he ruined my life. He immediately responded. - "i like ruining your life". Omg! I got stunned by such an answer. My already introverted self would meet the quarantine of Covid-19 pandemic. It lasted for about two years. These two years my parents poisoned me mentally. They brainwashed me more into the idea of going out is bad. They already told me to never get out to socialize, but now they had a reason. I never had friends. These two years, i never got out ! Ok, i got out 1,2 or 3 times for just 5 minutes. Every kid, didn't give a fck about Covid-19, and would go outside and have fun with friends, while i was sitting home, seeing my mom being abused. She was so miserable, when she was wrong, she would always remind me that she stayed with my dad, because she "wanted to raise me right". My dad, would always, till today call me names like : bullied, "why did you poop such a big shit, did anyone fck you up"? In rare instances, where i would get outside, he would tell me : "why are you getting outside, you go outside to get your drg dose?" When i wasn't getting outside, and obeyed him, he would ask : " why dont you get outside? Did you get fcked up?" I mean, i was a boy back then! No offense but im not gay. And im not a dr*g addict ! I was a kid ! I fell into gaming and got addicted more. Now, i get the torture of seeing my bullies succeed. I suck at school. Everyone else at my classes, is a kid ! I lost the ability to be a kid because my silly parents/bullies ruined it. When i go outside im an complete angel. When im at home, i am abusive to my own abusive parents. I still dont have friends. My school mates are all kids and have fun, while im sitting with my social anxiety, as a quiet kid. my teachers tell me " you give school shooter vibes " everyone treats me like a criminal. I hate society. My parents would always fight with me, and i would apologize, and the circle continues. I wish i had a better childhood, because you see, i cant treat my childhood wounds. I want to make all pay. Its like my own parents plotted to ruin my life. They ruined my social skills. • I never played with my peers. I would always stay at home. I have low/no friends • I became abusive. My parents were abusive, they apologized, i apologized, and the vicious circle continued from the beginning. Its like they tought me to be abusive. • I got a trauma from being bullied. • i became a sociopath i guess. They would always tell me to be kind outside so that our family had a good image. • I got addicted to gaming because otherwise i would lose my mind in such household. • i guess i will never get myself a loving wife, im full of misery, and im furious. • i cant start a proper conversation. • i got addicted to fapping. Now i stopped it. •I wish i never slap my mom. Sadly i slap her regularly, in emotional outbursts, but she deserves it. •I curse at my father. He was the most weak father figure. •I lost trust in society. I literally cried for help to teachers when i was getting bullied. They saw it. They did nothing. • I became a quiet kid. • I have childhood nightmares. Give me a reason not to suicide. And when i say it and i mean it, my mom will laugh at me, saying that im a coward and i will never do such a thing. She is basically provoking me. My parents cared for an overall image of what the society thinks about them. I always had a food to eat, but thats not the problem. The problem is my mental health. Sadly, now i understand what my family did to me. Im 16. I want to have a relationship and when im older to have kids. Not being an abusive sociopath with no friends, being called psycho by all. I really need help. I think my character is already forged. I think i have 2 faces. The one face is for society, and the other is my abusive behaviour at home. I dont feel any guilt for hitting my toxic mom. Even when she cries of me being abusive. She created it. Im so mentally sick. Please guys if you write something helpful, do it. I really want to know my mental problems. I have hit my toxic mom, and my dad. I really dont like their old minds. I want to recover. I want to find the girl of my dreams and actually keep her. I dont want to be an abuser. Im afraid that i may use by mistake/ or make a habit saying such words and doing such actions to my potential future gf. I love you all. I hope its just puberty, but its likely not.

Now, I work in a relatively small town, pretty far from any major city, so I'm not taking on any newsworthy cases, and my clients aren't usually offering me the big bucks for my services. So, you can imagine my surprise when, yesterday morning, a client walked in carrying two heavy-looking sacks, sat down in front of me, and opened one of the sacks to reveal money. A lot of it.
Even more surprising was the fact the client was a young girl, who couldn't have been more than seventeen. Now, you can understand why I was already more than a bit skeptical, then she told me she was immortal and needed my help in changing that.
No sooner than I had awkwardly laughed, she interrupted me and made my jaw drop.
"I was Tommy O'Malley. Mr. O'Malley to you, back when I taught you mathematics for a few years in the early nineteen-eighties."
I was a bit confused now. I did have a Mr. O'Malley teaching me back when I was a teenager, I remember him mostly for being strict and for excessively mean. I noticed that the teenage girl had the same blonde hair and green eyes that he had. Perhaps they were relatives and this was some sort of prank? That would be a bit strange though, considering that I had heard about Mr. O Malley's death a little under a month ago.
I was trying to rationalize this in my head, but her next statement blindsided me.
"Near the end of the school year, your first year at the school, I kept you behind and yelled at you, saying you wouldn't be half the lawyer that your father was if you kept skipping classes and failing tests. You then started crying."
Wow. Yeah, I suppose Mr. O'Malley was a mean old man, but I can't see him telling that charming tale to his granddaughter so she could play a prank on me, not least after he was dead for almost a month. Now, I wasn't really convinced that old Mr. O'Malley had reincarnated as this teenage girl, but I definitely wanted to know more.
"OK, let's say you're immortal. Why are you here?"
"I was given this curse in the summer of 1641. I was only in my twenties, perhaps my early-thirties, yet I had fallen ill. I was coughing up blood for over a week and I knew I hadn't long left. One night, I sat down by a river feeling sorry for myself."
Now, this teenage girl had just told me that she's been around since the 17th century, but something about the sincerity and regret in what she spoke about had me drawn in. I've never been one to deny the existence of the supernatural, but I was still wary, so I let her continue speaking.
"I was lamenting that I had done nothing and my life was being cut short before my hair had gone completely gray. I had no wife, no children, and I was far from wealthy. Then I spotted him. Across the river, a man wearing rags, humming a tune, until he looked up at me."
The young girls tone of voice was one of anger, of hate, but her eyes looked fearful.
"He asked me what had me in such a foul mood on such a fine night. I grumbled that it was very apparent I was dying, and that was when he grinned, a terrible, wretched smile. He stepped across the river, and the water froze under his feet, and a cold chill went up my spine."
"He offered you immortality?" I asked, in response to her silence.
"I asked him what the cost was, to which he told me that I would find out, should I accept his offer."
"And what was the cost?" I found myself whispering.
"After I shook his hand and he walked into the forest, I expected for my sickness to go away, but I began coughing up even more blood, until I died, a little under three days later. But I awoke, feeling healthier than I had in weeks. I got out of bed, walked to a river flowing past outside, and found that the reflection I saw wasn't my own."
"And who's was it?"
"Mary. A girl I had shared a brief romance with when I was younger, but she was married off and moved to another part of the country with a richer man. My consciousness had replaced hers, and I had to resume her life. It was a miracle I wasn't thrown into a sanitorium by her husband for acting strangely, but he wasn't very attentive, let alone present most of the time."
"That's lucky, I think."
"Then I died for a second time a decade later from pneumonia, and awoke in the body of Mary's, or my, son. Then, forty years later, I died for a third time, waking up in the body of his, or my, son, twenty years later in the body of his, or my best friend. I was reincarnating as the people I cared about most. Whatever I made a deal with had played a cruel trick on me. This brand of immortality is worse than death"
"Got more than you bargained for, there." I mumbled, still trying to figure out if I believed her or not. On one hand, the whole idea was crazy. On the other hand, I was pretty convinced, plus she had a sack of money.
"So why'd you come to me? And why's it worth that big stash of cash?" I asked.
"Last I was Tommy O'Malley. I'd been Tommy O'Malley since he was a toddler. I'd got a good teaching job, but stupidly I had a kid. I abandoned him before he turned five. I foolishly hoped I could save him from the consequences of my wish. So I became a recluse. Only showing up to work."
"Were you being a mean old fella in case you'd wind up getting attached to any of us?" I laughed, but stopped after the young girl glared at me, and I swear it was the same glare Mr. O'Malley would give us when we talked in class.
She continued "But, then in 2008, my son came to see me. I don't know how he didn't hate me, but he said he wanted his kids to meet their grandpa. I should've turned him down, but I had gotten lonely, and little Kelly melted my heart."
I realized where this was going, and let her continue.
"Three weeks ago, Tommy O'Malley, that is to say, me, died in his sleep. I woke up as Kelly at around two in the morning, and ran to the edge of town crying. Then I saw him again. The man who granted my wish. I began swearing like a sailor at him, then he spoke."
"Immortality not all as you imagined it? That's alright. Meet me one month from now, at the river we first met. I can take back your wish, but it'll cost you."
Kelly stared at the floor and said "I'm can't let him have my soul, but my immortality needs to end, otherwise I might end up reincarnating as one of Tommy's grandchildren, or my siblings, I suppose."
I understood. I had to raise my daughter all by myself, I wouldn't be able to stand the thought of her soul being kicked out of her body. Still, Kelly was asking a lot of me.
I responded "You think my time at law school will help you cut a better deal with some demon? I'm a little out of my depth in that regard."
She opened the second sack to reveal books, scrolls, some printed documents and sharply said "These are some recorded instances of a guy who sounds like my curse-giver. Learn what you can, and remember, I'm paying you a pretty big portion of the money I earned as Tommy. Meet me tomorrow night."
With that, she left, carrying the money bag. I'm in my fifties now, I shouldn't be buying this, but somehow I was convinced, whether it be by the apparent sincerity of Kelly, or Mr. O'Malley, or whoever, or the money, I quickly turned my attention to the documents she had.
Let me tell you, these seemed more like fairy tales and urban legends, but I couldn't stop reading. All the tales originate from the same region, and involve our boy taking advantage of those who are on the verge of death. It always takes the form of a man with long black hair, wearing rags, with glassy eyes and an unnerving grin. Seriously, there was a real creepy old drawing of him included.
Before I knew it, it was dark outside. I read the last document, containing the coordinates, as well as a note saying to be there tomorrow at midnight.
I tried to sleep, but I kept seeing that old timey drawing of a blind young man with a sinister smile. The day went quickly, and soon I left to visit the destination. I was starting to believe this more and more, but the pay was better than what I was used to, so I arrived, and found Kelly with the money.
"Did you figure anything out?" she whispered.
"I've a hunch that the people whose bodies you hijacked, it has their souls now."
Tears began falling from Kelly's eyes, but they suddenly widened. I heard a humming from across the river, and it sent a shiver down my spine. A man in rags, with long hair began crossing the river.
"Did you find another way?" Kelly frantically asked.
"I'm sorry, but for the sake of your family, I think you'll have to let it take your soul."
"There's another way. I'm so sorry." she sobbed, then the blind young man put its hand on her shoulder.
I watched in horror as the life left her body immediately, yet she had a smile on her face, as she began to turn to dust and blow away in the wind.
"Shame. A soul that's been around for a few hundred years would've satisfied me greatly. But, I'm nothing if not patient, and I suppose you're an investment. How's it feel to be immortal, pal?"
"No. No. Oh no." I stuttered as I ran back to my car, hearing the young blind man chuckling quietly.
That was last night. I've been coughing up blood all day. I worry for my daughter's soul.