Colour wheel student worksheet

Hey y’all, I need opinions on if this is a decent decision.
I’m currently making low six figures (105k) (23 M, new grad) but I have around 40k in student loans. At the moment, I have been busy aggressively paying off debt so I don’t have much cash on hand. I figured I could finance a long-lasting car with low mileage (65k) and drive it till the wheels fall off. I’m honestly considering this option as I’m moving to a new city for work.
This is my best current rate:
NFCU: 15k @10.5% for 48mos
I’m currently shopping around local Georgia credit unions for potentially better rates.
I’d appreciate any thoughts or advice on this. Thanks!

So, I know this girl that goes to the same grade as me. She is quite nice and all, and i tried befriending her when she was a new student at my school. The thing is that, she sometimes annoys me, like a lot. I dont really like people who dont have a strong opinion on things that are subjects were you should have one. People can have different opinions but staying neutral is something that annoys me. She is the type of person to alwaysbbe neutral.
I had this situation were i had a fight with my friend group and after that she started to grew closer to them and she befriended the person that i was friends with before. Than, she joined one of my school clubs and got better at than me, which put me in a shadow and make coordinators acknowledge me less. Then when i mentioned the fact that i started to have a better relation with one of our coordinators, she started texting him non stop and had the best contact ever with him. Now i introduced her to one of my guy friends and for the last month they cant stop mentioning each other, texting non stop and just spending a lot of time together.
i kind of feel like im a third wheel in this situation and also feel jealous that she "steals the spot" which she isnt really doing but i just feel so. how should i deal with this feeling so that it wont interfere in my daily life and communicating with her ?

I absolutely love the song pinkshiny by astrobrite, but I’ve been struggling to find shoegaze that matches that mood and level of noise. I’ve found elizabeth colour wheel by lily’s and that comes close to scratching that same itch. Any suggestions?

tl;dr: said it in the title
So, some backstory in case it helps: I started learning to drive as a teen, and even took drivers ed, but I gave up and let my permit expire because I was too nervous behind the wheel. I’ve been able to get by because I live in the New York suburbs and live with family, so I can just get rides when I need to and use the train a decent amount, but I’m starting to feel that I want to get my license, and my own car.
Use would probably be mostly city driving, like getting around the neighborhood and stuff, but occasional highway driving as well. Want is for it to be reliable and easy to maintain, meaning I’ve basically ruled out European brands (despite quite liking Volvos), and to get decent city milage. And since I’m a starving (figuratively haha) grad student, I don’t want to spend more than $5k (USD), used. Model year doesn’t have to be recent as long as it’ll still be reliable. And I like smaller sized, lower-to-the-ground cars.
I do a lot of research into things before I purchase, and I can list what I’ve looked at so far:

• Mazda2/Scion iA/Toyota Yaris iA: Nice and small, and from everything I can tell has longevity. The main issues is availability—I haven’t been able to find many within my price range in my area.
• Mazda3: A bit bigger, but it still seems really compelling. I like styling and that it’s a bit fun without being over-the-top fast.
• Scion tC: like the look of it, not too big, fits in the price range, Toyota reliability (for the engine at least, maybe not the interior). And I have a weird affinity for the Scion brand—it was sort of a beautiful disaster in my opinion. Kind of hard to explain.
• Older Lexus IS models: Obviously a reach, but I’ve found some in my price range on the used marketplace. Again, good size and Toyota reliability.
• Scion iQ: comically small compared to the others, but I sort of like that. Sadly they don’t pop up as often as the other models listed.

I also just started considering the Saturn Ion, although I haven’t done much research on that. Fiat 500 I had considered but ruled out because of reliability.
FWIW my Dad, who knows a decent amount about cars, suggested the Honda Fit and Toyota Matrix.
Sorry for the long post! I’m open to other suggestions as well.
EDIT: also worth mentioning I've considered a manual, because being forced to pay attention to everything might alleviate my anxiety; a big aspect of that was from focusing too much on one detail and then realizing I needed to focus more on another, instead of all at once

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Chapter 5 halfway to first little milestone.
Foul language warning keeping strong! Still hope you enjoy.
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°So, what now?° The human asked.
°Now I´m going to sleep, today was a lot.° Mor yawned. °Good night°
°Good night, sleep well.° The human answered and began to slowly wander the compounds of Mor´s mind just looking. Which for Mor was somehow soothing and let him quickly drift off into sleep. But as sleep took him, so did the nightmares, and while he tossed and turned in subconscious movement, the human watched. Watched the nightmares, watched the boy, who will be his other self from now on, watched what the four bullies did to him, and felt a protective rage. °Those asshats will pay. This ends, right now.° the human promised the sleeping Mor.
The next morning Mor acquired some writing implements and got to write his punishment essay. While the Human was backseat writing or more backseat questioning.
°Ah, so if you use a spell, where your magic is insufficient you could die, because the missing magic energy will be subsidized with a thing you call "live energy", but those energies are more or less the same, just that the "live energy" is the magic energy getting held back for your basic functions. But wouldn´t that mean, if you trained your basic strength and endurance that your magic energy would also get stronger? But then why do the elderly have more energy than someone in their prime?°
°Could you please shut up, I need to concentrate. I don´t want to write it again. And I told you that is not how it works! Also, why would training your strength do anything? You have your body and that's it. What would you even do, to "train" a body? It´s stupid.° Mor complained.
°Wait! Is that why everyone I saw is so scrawny? You have no concept of training your body? It´s just "I have to be born right, or I can´t use the fancy pants spells I read in a book", for all of you?! How did your kin survive until now? What about hunting for food or gathering, what about natural predators?° The human exclaimed.
°What stupid question is this now, we grow our crops and everything here on our floating islands, why should we hunt or whatever? You cast a spell and all the fruits get neatly gathered where you want them. This has always been that way.° Mor explained while continuing to write.
°That´s idiotic.° The human interrupted.
°Shut it!° Mor shushed the human.
The rest of the evening was spent in silence, but just before lights out the human spoke up again.
°Got an idea how we will deal with those bullies of yours?°
°No... I don´t even want to think about that.° Mor confessed. °But it probably can´t be avoided, best get to it then. The biggest problem is Zaletha, with her illusion magic, but the last time it somehow failed. Maybe it has something to do with you? Because you have no fear of her, I was also protected? Illusion magic is strange like that, you need some kind of emotional power over your target, or it has a big chance of failing. If that is the case, then it will not take long for Ranbor to escalate their abuse. He somehow really hates me.°
°Yeah, seemed like it. Any idea why? Well, it doesn´t really matter. Still, then we need a good plan to deal with them it´s four against two, and I can´t talk to anyone but you. So more like four against one and a half? But if this girl needs to have some kind of hold against me, she will be shit out of luck. The problem then is they may do something else to keep you in line. Maybe trying to intimidate you with more physical means.° Human mused.
°Then they would get into a problem with the school because attacking another student with magic is against the rules.° Mor interjected.
°But what would stop them from claiming it was an accident while helping you train? The best thing we could do would probably ignore them and if they don´t get the hint we just loudly declare, that we don´t want to have anything to do with them.° This got Mor thoughtful. °That might work, but most might not understand, why we would not want to have anything to do with them, because it would be helpful for my social standing to liaise with the nobility.° And the human agreed. °Yes, let´s try this. What could go wrong?°
Agreeing on this plan of action, their talk went to other subjects until Mor decided it was time to sleep and rest. They would resume talking the next day, and it would again be Human to ask the first question.
°Could we use the time, while we are stuck here, for you to explain to me how exactly this magic is working?°
°Yes of course.° Mor answered. °Firstly as you already know, to cast a spell you need magic energy, but that is only the first step, you have to afterward concentrate on guiding those energies or the spell can fail. Secondly, while there are some continuous spells they are hard to upkeep, for you have to concentrate on the energy continuously. Because of that spells like body enhancement or elemental puppet spells are almost impossible for single mages.
Body enhancement more so, because a flesh and blood body is more complicated to move, by the limits of how the energy can flow. Therefore most mage teams would fall back on an elemental puppet if they needed someone to keep their enemy at a distance. But those are last option things, best to deal with anything at range of your instantaneous spells.° He explained.
°It would be really cool if we could pull something like that off, it would be something like a secret trump card.° Human joked.
°Yes it would, but how could we even start to pull something like that off, firstly the energy cost would be far too much for me and you would somehow be able to control the body or guide the magic energy and that is impossible. In the stories, the bound elemental only supplied the mage with more energy and affinities.° Mor retorted.
°That´s why I meant it as a joke. But still, the surprise on the faces of the other mages probably would be really funny. If it is true it is impossible for a single mage. Still, I think I got it, it is best to use those instantaneous spells, because you can just fire and forget them, or start casting the next one. How much concentration is required to keep a spell up?° The human asked.
°It depends on the spell, but it ranges from, almost nothing to completely occupying your attention. For example, letting a fire spell go on, would be on the lowest distraction level, while guiding an elemental puppet would be the highest.° Mor explained.
°Ok, got it.° But still the human got thinking because for them something felt off.
Mor used the time of quiet to finish his punishment report and catch up on the stuff from the missed lessons. So while the human brooded over the pieces of information, Mor got himself back on track with his studies with sporadic help from Miss Amethyne. Like this two more days have gone by and Mor was finally released from the infirmary, as good as new, according to the healing adept. But only Mor and his new partner knew, how close "new" was to the truth. Still, Mor had this bad feeling about the almost inevitable confrontation with his tormenters he would with almost perfect certainty end up in. He hoped with all his heart, that the strategy of himself and the human would work as they planned.
The next morning on the way to class, of course, it happened and he heard the call from behind him. "Hey peasant, finally up again, you have to make up for your laziness now." "Ranbor..." Mor sighed.
"Hey you worthless pawn, what kind of reaction is this? Is this how your parents raised you? Seems someone has to teach you respect of your betters again." Ranbor exclaimed and slowly Mor turned around. "Excuse me, your lordship, I believe the presence of someone of so lowly standing is no fitting company for someone as illustrious as yourself. But where sire is your noble retinue? It does not do for someone as royally important as yourself to be without them. Should I go and tell someone to summon them for you?" Mor replied trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, as the human in his mind giggled.
°Good one!° They not so helpfully added.
"You´re going too far this time!" Ranbor furiously stated, his ruby eyes glowing balefully with magic energy. But Mor just shrugged, turned around, and left. °Are your eyes also this creepy? It looks to me that you only have a black pupil and the rest is in whatever colour.° The human questioned Mor. °Is that different where you are from? In most cases the color fits the family, so Ranbor of course has ruby red, and mine would be of more an agate green-blue disposition.° Mor answered. °Nope, we have white, then a colored ring around the pupil.° The answer came back until they heard Ranbor behind them raising his voice. "Don´t turn your back on me, you worthless peasant!"
Which in turn led the human to giggle again °He is really creative with his curses. I diagnose a lack of intelligence.° That in turn was too much for Mor as he could not suppress an amused snort. "You´re not laughing at me!" Ranbor raged and as Mor turned around to address that pompous ass, he only saw the red and yellow of a fireball that was flying right toward him.
He felt the heat lick his skin, and the shock of the force and fury of the attack let his mind blackout. While the enclosing darkness would protect him from the pain of burning, he knew that this was too much and his end. The last thing he heard was the voice of his partner going. °Holy shit! OK, that´s interes....°

Hey, i'm in my first year of teaching elementary school and frankly i am shocked about how little kids remember these days. I've read plenty of posts confirming my observations - what i am looking for are some insights and ideas to better understand and (atleast) alleviate the problem to the best of my abilities (call it an act of professional self reflection).
At the school where i teach, its normal to teach topics in a linear fashion. Topics are divided into blocks that are taught one after the other. More often than not, students tend to forget blocks we did prior...especially in science classes its quite...horrendous.
From what ive learned during college and from personal experience in other fields, this sort of chunking isnt entirely conducive to learning and retention. This is proven to be true in other fields as well. If anyone ever read about linear periodization, you may know what im talking about.
I also know, that interleaving blocks and topics aids learning. But to properly judge any possible effects im lacking the experience. Short of trying this out myself (which i plan to), i wanted to ask all of you about your experiences regarding this matter / idea.
Another idea ive had is taking a more..wholistic approach (dont know if thats the right word). My idea here would follow a rather simple logic: if kids tend to forget new stuff, then they have to repeat it continously. Now obviously, thats extremly boring for any kid and most likely would lead to open revolt, i know that. The idea would be to start with a basic task (i.e writing a short text). That would be a recurring task. Based on the task, you then introduce new concepts piece by piece (punctuation, grammar, ...).
Please excuse me for dumping my ideas here. I know im not reinventing the wheel here, just looking for some thoughts and experiences regarding those ideas.
Thanks in advance

Hi all! I'm a college student whose friend was recently paralyzed in an accident. He now uses a wheelchair for mobility purposes, and has become quite adept at it over the last few months. Today, a large group of people invited us to join them for a bonfire in a local dune area. We were very excited and I began calling places to rent a beach wheelchair for him.
All the places for renting or buying a beach wheelchair were, sadly, closed today, and I tried to get one from a beach but they couldn't let me take it and drive it elsewhere. The group is also large and we found out late in the game, so rescheduling/changing a venue to somewhere with beach wheel chairs available for free is almost certainly out of the question.
So, I want to try to figure out an alternative solution to get us there. I know wheelchairs don't generally play well with sand, but I was wondering if this was just due to the exhaustion of the user. Do you think it could be manageable if I pushed him? I'm happy to get some physical work in if it means he can join us, but just want to make sure there's no damage to the wheelchair or that the wheelchair just won't move at all. Another option is I just carry him, which isn't too bad given the distance but ideally we could use his chair.
Any suggestions for getting my wheelchair-bound friend to a sandy area today? Drop them below please!

At what temperature, and for how long, are you guys who use dehydrated lemon/orange wheels setting your dehydrator?
So far, I've tried:

• 115F for 20-28 hours: flesh browns by the time they're dry enough, and still end up a little sticky (the colour looks alright for about 3 days, then oxidizes to a darker, less appealing brown even when stored in an airtight container with silica-gel packets)
• 95F for 36-40 hours: great colour retention, but flesh still isn't completely dry by the time the rind starts to get brittle
• 95F for 30-32 hours, then 110F for 8-12 hours: best result so far, but begins to brown when the flesh is still a little wet (not just sticky)

I've tried putting in one to six trays at once, and achieved the same results for each temperature by just adjusting the amount of time they're in there for.
I've been using wheels that are maybe just shy of 1/4in, and haven't done any pre-treatment before they go in the dehydrator.
Any advice?

I have started rebasing my models from bluetacked temporary bases and Im torn... Cant decide which base scheme to choose.
Colour wheels suggest green/blue, but daaamn, that looks like oldschool 40k bases... Tried some blue water, but doesnt work for me...
I simply cant decide!
So please, show me your bases for inspiration!

So I have this redgear a15 mouse and I really like this one.it was my first mouse bought it 2 years ago white colour for 350.One of the best RGB, perfect fitting for my hand really comfy, software support,side buttons,dpi setting.i have no issue in clicks.however now after so much usage the scroll wheel is bad. It jumps like if I scroll down then 1 out of 3 times it will automatically scroll up. Really annoying since I edit videos and the scroll wheel is really important. Don't want to switch to another mouse as it will go to waste. After quite a lot of searching of how to get decent priced scroll encoders in India I found a 13mm ttc gold scroll wheel encoder on meckeys for 90inr and ordered it today.Will update when it arrives and if it works then it will be helpful for people who find themselves in similar position.

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Spying on a college student wasn’t exactly riveting, mostly because it was so easy! Connecting to Tav’s computer had been a breeze, and taking over the microphone on her phone wasn’t exactly hard either. Blanco had a good look at the girl’s files, checking her old writings with little to no interest, and then reading through the notes she was taking on a ‘Translation effort’ with legitimate curiosity.

The creature was sitting in the air, slowly sliding from one side of his room to the other, lit only by the lights of the many screens on its walls… all while the grin on his face was only growing wider and wider with each new discovery. So a language, hmm? Wasn’t that the thing that G and Eighty Two had been rambling about for years now? Ohhh, he couldn’t wait to tell them… or, at least, tell G about it.

He had been paid quite the hefty sum to not tell 82 a thing of what they discovered, at least for now… the fight between those two had always struck Blanco as arbitrary and stupid, but alas! It wasn’t his business, really! In fact, that fight had brought much more business to him than anything!

The phone suddenly rings. Speak of the devil! A quick check on the caller ID showed Eighty Two’s private line.

With a broken glass grin covering his otherwise smooth face, Blanco took the phone.

“Bianccio Pizzería! Thickest pizza around! How can I help you?~” Oh how he relished pissing people off.

“Shut up.” A cold, feminine voice came from the other side. Eighty Two always sounded so annoyed… “I need a service. Payment will be in advance, as per our usual accord.”

“Ohhh straight to the point huh? I like it!”

“There’s a new user in Dejima 08. Perform the usual Safety Scan. They claim to have been invited by user ‘Canned Tea’, but we know he has lied about it before.”

“Ok, let me check!” Just to cover, Blanco tapped gibberish on his keyboard while softly going ‘beep boop’ as he worked. “... Alright! Got it!”

“That was fast.”

“Tav. Real name Santino Belnades. A Bastard Mage living in Saüle, Wohl.”

“Is he dangerous?”

“Actually she goes by she now!”

“Is she dangerous?” Mustafá grumbled, more annoyed than usual.

“Nah. Just a college student like many others. She’ll give up or die in a month tops.”

“...” Mustafá remained silent for a moment, ruminating. “So Canned Tea is just covering another random bastard…”

“Ahem. My pay?”

“Why is this kid like this? Can’t he realize that he’s getting them into far more trouble than it’s worth?”

“I thought you said nothing ever happens in that forum of yours. Isn’t that your main complaint?”

“That doesn’t mean nothing ‘can’ happen at any moment. If the Brotherhood finds out about this forum, they could seize all of us for questioning.” The alchemist let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, real tragic. Pay me.”

“I wonder how this one got turned. Probably some mage’s irresponsible usage of spells…? No, Wohl has such a low magical population, and such a high conscription by the Brotherhood…”

Blanco let out the deepest of sighs, rubbing his smooth face with a hand while spinning slowly on his non-existent chair. This was exactly why he prefered working with G, that and the lack of emotions that witch had…

And people called him inhuman! Hah!

“Keep an eye on her. I will pay you right now.”

There was a loud ‘KA-CHING!’ sound coming from one of the computers in the room. Blanco sighed in relief.

“Thank you for your patronage! I will keep you updated.”

“Good.”

With that, the alchemist hung up. Blanco growled again. No one said ‘Good Bye’ these days now, did they!? Rude pricks. And bad news kept coming up! This ‘Canny’ guy was now telling her that he’ll teach her the glyph for digital security?

“Guess baby time is over.”

He’d have to work a little harder to stay hidden if Tav decided to install that on all of her devices. At least it would keep him entertained! Blanco decided to focus on preparing for when things would get more intense.

After all, he had some time. The kid was going to the library, right? There was only one book she wanted from there, and Blanco had read it several times over already.

Gato’s old scratchbook held no new knowledge for the vampire to be interested.


There is no such thing as an entire section dedicated to recipe books in Saüle University’s Library, but I manage to find that stuff in the ‘miscellany’ section. That’s where all the hobby and self-help material ends up, and even if it took me a moment to come to the conclusion, that’s where I went too.

It takes me even longer to look through every single tome I could in that section, but finally, after all my hard work… I think I have found it.

Canny was right, this is a cheap notebook. Soft covers, spiral-bound, both sides stamped with wizard hats, frogs, potion phials and many other pieces of typically ‘witchy’ imagery. Looking through the pages, it is just a bunch of cake and kuchen recipes, nothing to write home about. It is old, the pages are all yellowish and fragile, and there are stains everywhere.

Then, when I am sure no one is watching… I whispered the words.

“Jantar mantar…?”

It is instantaneous, as soon as I say the password the pages begin to change, words disappearas the ink that wrote them starts gathering in a single, dark blotch, and then begins rearranging again…

Something compels me to close the book, feeling a little embarrassed. For some reason I equated it to catching someone changing up clothes, how outrageous!

Finally, after waiting for a moment, I open it again.

The Bastard’s Guide to Magic
By Gato

Okay, that was certainly a title.

Now that I have it in my hands, I quickly close it again and add it to a pile of books I have picked up. Stuff on ancient symbology and old civilizations. With my loot in my arms, I quickly go over to the main desk and get it all sorted.

The second floor librarian smiles at me for a moment before scanning all the barcodes, giving me a week to return all the books, and then offering me a bag to carry them. I shake my head, setting it all in my backpack.

… Wow, it’s been a while since I've taken this old backpack out to Uni, huh?

“Feeling nostalgic?”

“For the times you were an actually useful member of society?”

Maybe a little bit, to be honest. I still remember when I used to come here with Patricio looking for academic books and I escaped the duties to look for something interesting to read…

“Back when you actually read as a hobby.”

Shut up, I’ve been reading more these days, I am returning to it.

Walking out of the Library, I once again avoid the gaze of any acquaintances and run straight for the streets to take another taxi back home. There aren’t that many people around today anyways, probably because of Winter Vacation.

Maybe I should send Patricio a message…

“Oh yeah? And what will you tell him? That you’re ditching formal studies for a fantasy? That magic is real and shit?”

I… thought of saying hi. That’s what friends do, right?

“When was the last time you spoke to a friend? Pepe? Vito? What about Venus?”

I flinch for a moment.

“We can fix that right now! Let’s go chat with Patricio when we get home!”

I… don’t think I will, no. The mere idea of getting in contact with him makes me a little sick from the nerves, especially considering I don’t really have an answer for what he told me before. I remain as undecided on the whole ‘career’ deal as I was that day.

With a hand I call for a passing taxi, and I have the luck of being acknowledged. You never know with the Taxists these days, it is very well known that they dislike the college students in this city.

Maybe he is hurting for money.

I sit down, tell the man where I need to go, and stop thinking about things for a moment as the car moves… only to feel my phone vibrating.

It vibrates more than once.

That means someone’s calling me.

I start sweating almost immediately, as I carefully pull the thing out. Two possibilities, it js either spam, or it is my parents.

It is my parents.

“Calm down.”

“How do you think they would feel if they knew how fucking distressed their presence make you? Do you think they would ask ‘whatever did we do wrong?’ or something like that?”

“Don’t listen. Just… remember that they’ve never meant anything bad, ok? They will accept you, regardless of your results in college.”

I gulp… and with a deep breath, I put on the mask. All trembling stops, just like that night at the planetarium… although it really pains me to compare mom and dad to the cloaks. With another deep breath, I pick up.

“Mom?”

“Ohhhhh hi there Santi! How are you today? I hope I didn’t catch you too busy!” Mom was as vital and energetic as ever. Despite her old age, she really always acts like a far younger woman. That’s admirable, at least to me.

“She will die eventually, too.”

Saints above, shut up.

“I’m fine mom! I was just returning from the library. We started vacation this week, so I was picking some stuff to read on my own.” Not technically a lie. “How are things over there in Sumpf?”

“Ohhh you know, there’s never much to tell around here. Your dad and Vito always at each other’s throats… I really hope they'll get along a bit better with time.”

“They wont. If anything, it will get worse.”

Vito will grow wiser and dad will grow older, I am sure things will get better.

“Hah, I guess some things never change… what about you? Feeling fine?”

“Oh you know me, I am fine! For now.” She laughed loudly. “And you, Santi? How do you feel?”

“Uh…”

Damn it. I hesitated. I need to give that a reason NOW.

“... Well I had a bit of a toothache before, but beyond that, all’s…” I sigh. “Okay, maybe not so good. Mom, I think I flunked my exams this time…”

“Oh my dear…” She sighed, before going back to her positive self. “Don’t torture yourself over it now. Wait for the actual grade to be announced, then torture yourself!”

“Moom!”

“I am just kidding sweetie.” She chuckled a bit. “It is fine, we all fail sometimes… really, it’s not the end of the world, I swear.”

“She’s trying to soften the blow from the fact that you’re a fucking failure.”

I shudder.

“You are doing your best, that’s all that matters.”

“Are you?”

“We are proud of you, Santi. Never forget that.” She said, probably smiling.

“They were proud. Now? They are just enduring you.”

My lips tremble, a sharp breath escapes me. No, please. I can’t cry in a damn taxi…

“...Mom.”

“Yes, dear?”

“... What if this career isn’t what I am meant to do?”

“We are not ‘meant’ to do things. The Saints put us here to try and improve ourselves, but there’s no one dictated path, dear.”

Sometimes I forget that mom is quite religious, it makes me smile a little bit.

“I know, I know. But that’s not what I meant…” I hesitate again, breathing in and out, trying to keep the panic attack at bay. “... Mom… what if this is not the career I am built for?”

“Well… you can always change, dear! It is no problem, don’t worry about the money. We can afford it, especially with your scholarship!”

I certainly lost that one with my disastrous performance here, but I don’t have the guts to tell Mom that.

“As if she didn’t know already. She’s not stupid.”

“... Thank you mom.”

“Any time, dear. If there’s ANYTHING at all that you feel like telling me, remember that I am always on your side, okay?”

“Yes mom.”

“Yeah yeah, ‘yes mom’, that means ‘shut up already, old lady’, right?” She giggled.

“Mooom!”

“Alright, alright… I hope you can come back soon, okay? We miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“She doesn’t believe you. None of them do. They think you’re cold, distant and a failure on top of all that.”

“I love you mom.”

“Love you too, Santi.”

Click.

The taxi is not moving, it hasn’t been for a while now. The old man behind the steering wheel looks at me with concern.

“We’re here… kid. If something is wrong, you gotta tell your mom. Trust me… there are many things I wish I told mine before she passed.”

“You don’t know us. You have no idea about us. Stop talking so familiarly to us and go away.”

I flinch, pushing down that response and just sighing.

“I know… thank you.”

After paying the man, I walk out of the taxi and let it go, standing in front of my apartment complex for a moment.

I really don’t want to cry today.

But I already feel some tears going down my face.

Why am I like this?

Finance student here, I was wondering what a business I can start online?
I want to start an online business/service where I can easily generate sales with high profit margin. I want it to be passive but I can operate it from time to time.
I’m not interested in service work. I have money and time right now that I can invest.
I don’t have any financial barriers when it comes to school. Any money that I get from my internship or scholarship. Just sit in my bank account.
FYI: Yes I do have a Tax-Free Saving Account and invest it. Yes I do have an emergency account.
If I were to start this business I need it to actually work.
Since:
I did a snow shovelling side hustle when I was 14, where me and friend shovel people driveway. We made a total of $500.
I created a Fiverr account on selling my editing(colour grading service). Resulted in no sales and I realized I lost interest.
I started a drop-shipping website selling necklace, I created a couple social account. Only made $30.
I started another drop-shipping website selling bathmat specifically cater to seniors. Website was layout properly, I cold email, connect on LinkedIn, call many different people and companies within the senior care industry. I got rejected and ghosted from all.
I realized drop shipping isn’t for me.
I know people saying I need to work on my sales and that true. I’m currently taking a sales program at my university.
But I’m tired of waiting to start a business, I already read many YouTube videos, Ted talk, dive into the internet and people Reddit post about their journey etc. I rather start a business and learn from my failures and go through the journey.
Now is the only time I have access to money, time and resources all around me at the university. Which I won’t get in the future without having to pay a huge price.
I’m trying to make it as a student and milk my student status. I seen so many students starting a passion project and startup.
I do have a passion project for acting. But I want to business one where I can make a lot of money.
Any recommendations or advice?

It was half past nine when my shift at the diner ended. It’s not any place specifically you’d know, though you’d be forgiven for confusing it for a Waffle House given the abundance of cheap, greasy food and drunk clientele. The only thing distinguishing our location was that our doors closed at ten.
It was a cold night in October. The winds felt out of place for the fall season with the sharp way they bit into my skin. Usually, the low temperatures in Grant tended to hover around the mid-fifties. Tonight felt particularly frigid even bundled up in the warm confines of my jacket.
I hurried through the lot outside the diner, passing by several vehicles. When I made it to my car at the far end, I was quick to put the key in the ignition.
My car was a special edition Subaru Legacy. The only thing special about it was that it was only by the grace of God that my radiator and engine were still operational given the car was a little over two decades old.
When you turn the key, the engine would knock. My father said it was indicative of worn-out bearings. Could be an engine getting ready to declare sayonara before it crapped out one final time and departed for car heaven or perhaps car hell given its rough condition.
I knew little about that though; all I knew was that as a poor college student I was having a difficult enough time as is scrambling to make ends meet with a part time job at a diner. Regardless, whatever the solution, the answer involved money. Money I, notably, didn’t have.
The smart thing to do would be to purchase another used car; though in this economy that sort of thing is far easier said than done.
An even harder task than figuring out the financing for a replacement vehicle was getting this stubborn thing to turn. The engine threatened to exhibit life but would stop short of properly starting.
It was about the fifth round when my engine found the energy to fight the good fight on this frigid night. The engine knocked fiercely, reverberating inside the hood for a few seconds before the noise steadied itself.
I sighed in relief and backed out of my parking spot in the back of the lot.
As I left, I couldn’t help but notice something out of the corner of my eye. A man, a very rugged specimen of the male sex adorning a blue baseball cap and a grizzly beard, was approaching my vehicle at a brisk pace. Where I was the only one stationed at the back of the lot, it seemed odd he was coming my way.
I turned my head to acknowledge him. That’s when he began to break out into a full-on run.
My heart raced almost as fast as my car. I slammed the pedal down and sped out of the lot, the tires screeched loudly along the pavement as I veered to a sharp right.
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I was lucky the road didn’t carry heavy traffic around this time of night. Where my eyes were focused on him, I was damn near lucky I hadn’t plowed directly into someone.
I sped along the highway and tried to rationalize why this lumberjack looking fellow had charged me. News reports of human trafficking came to mind, but it wasn’t really anything you heard much about in a place as remote as Grant Alabama.
For crying out loud, we physically were so remote one of the miniature cities within Grant was called Bucksnort. We were about as far from the Big Apple, or any real semblance of civilization, one could get.
After a minute of driving, I slowed down, especially when I heard something in the engine rattle. This car wasn’t designed for no races or wild chases. Not with the amount of age it carried.
Besides, I was alone. Safe.
At least that’s what I thought before I heard the blaring of a truck horn. An eighteen-wheeler was coming up behind me. Given I was the only other soul visible on this lonely two lane stretch of highway, it was clear they were honking at me.
I prayed to God and kept moving.
The big rig followed closely. We went down the road for two miles when suddenly my vision was obscured in a bright light.
The trucker was flashing his high beams. I could barely see when he hit me with them. I nearly swerved off the road when he did it.
After a few seconds the mounted flood lights on his vehicle relented and the blinding rays ceased their assault on my eyes.
I moved my car to the right lane to let him pass. He had no intention of doing so. His signal made that clear when he merged behind me.
Drops of rain began to pour from the sky lightly tapping my windshield.
Plop…plop, plop…plop.
My car didn’t handle well with slick roads. Fortunately, I wasn’t too far from home. Maybe another seven miles.
The fiery orange glow flooded the cabin of my car and I yelped.
I fumbled in my purse. One hand on the wheel, one digging desperately for my phone. With my visibility being periodically robbed, I was already a hazard on the road. Might as well risk compounding the issue if it meant I could get in contact with the police.
When the high beams vanished, I managed to pull out my phone and dial 911.
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The operator answered after two rings. “911, what’s your emergency?” The man that answered the call sounded bored out of his mind, like he’d rather be anywhere else on a Saturday night.
I didn’t care if he was bored, entertained, playing with himself. As long as he could send someone out that’s all I cared about in the end.
“There’s a maniac tailgating me,” I said.
The operator’s voice clipped. Though from what I could understand of the roboticized sound coming out from his end of the line, I could tell from his tone he remained unenthused. “Ma’am, you’ve called an emergency line.”
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“Y-you don’t understand! I was leaving work and this man started chasing me. I-I think he’s trying to hurt me.”
The operator fell silent for a few seconds. For a moment, between the rainy weather and the flaky signal, I thought I’d lost him. His voice reemerged seconds later. “Where are you?”
I rattled off the highway number I was driving on and told him my home address.
“I’ll get an officer dispatched in the area. ETA should be around ten minutes.”
Ten minutes. Six hundred seconds. Toss whatever metric you wanted to use to measure it out, with that big rig riding close behind me and the driver intermittently blinding me when they felt like getting their rocks off, it might as well have spanned an eternity. I was going to be lucky I didn’t crash into a guardrail or land myself in a ditch.
“Make that around fifteen minutes,” the operator clarified, his crackled voice twisting the knife deeper into me with his update.
I made the turn off the two-lane highway. I didn’t signal when I did it. I was hoping the sudden movement would have had my unwanted friend in the big rig blow past me.
“Ma’am?”
For a moment, I believed it worked. No more blinding lights. The only sound was the operator fishing for a response and the pitter patter of rain on my windshield.
My sigh of relief became a choking noise lodged inside my throat as I saw the eighteen-wheeler backing up. It didn’t turn on a dime, but he was moving fast enough.
The road up ahead winded with hairpin curves. I didn’t know how long I’d have until those lights were upon me. Till he was upon me.
The phone clicked and the call abruptly ended.
I cursed under my breath while my engine knocked like an irate person trying to beat down a door. My Subaru was rapidly approaching its limit. I had to think fast.
These were my options: I could risk speeding and hoped the engine would hold out till I made it to the house, or I could continue driving at a steady pace. If the first option proved successful, he might not see where my vehicle would vanish. If it didn’t, my car might leave me stranded. That’s assuming I didn’t wreck myself taking a turn too fast.
The other option would be safer, but I’d be visible to him. Though with some of these curves I feared if he hit me with the high beams again, I’d be at risk of crashing. Where the area of road ascended, one wrong turn would mean a long journey down.
It would mean certain death.
Taking a sharp intake of breath, I pulled out my phone and called my husband. The only answer I got was his voicemail urging me to leave a message at the tone.
“Billy, there’s a lunatic after me. I’ve called the cops. Please…please be ready. I’m only two minutes away.”
It wasn’t the most inspiring call to action. My husband wasn’t Billy Badass. He was more like Billy the Stamp Collector. Benign hobbies. Soft spoken. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Still, I was counting on his presence to deter Mr. High Beams behind me. It was a desperate ploy, but it was all I could think of on such short notice.
I made the turn into the dirt trail that led to my driveway. As I was pulling in the porch light flickered to life. Maybe. It might have been those high beams. They illuminated my cab in a flood of light once more obscuring my vision.
The door to the house opened and a figure ran out of the entryway. My husband from what I could discern of the silhouette. Our dog Jasper, a black schnauzer with more bark than bite, darted out the door. I couldn’t see the little guy, but I heard him.
I stopped the car and shoved open the door. I bolted out of the seat, nearly tripping over my own feet with my frantic departure.
Jasper started barking up a storm, even before the big rig came to a standstill.
The door of it opened and the bearded man stepped out of the vehicle.
Strangely, my dog paid the trucker little mind. Jasper’s eyes remained fixated on my Subaru. He began to snarl.
“Get away from the car,” the man bellowed. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at an angle, almost like he was aiming at my vehicle.
Was this how my life was going to end? Shot dead when I was at the finish line, where I was supposed to be safe?
My husband Billy babbled. “S-sir, please. You don’t have to do this.”
The trucker shook his head. As he did, the sound of sirens began to blare in the distance. He didn’t answer us. Instead, he lowered his gun into his holster and stood still as a statue all while my dog continued snarling and barking at our vehicle.
When the police came, guns drawn, he remained calm.
“I’m not the one you want,” he said. “The car. Search the car.”
Even to this day, I still remember in vivid detail what happened. When the police opened the rear driver door, there was a gaunt looking man back there crouched in the floorboard with a knife clenched in his hand. The wide, manic look lingering in his eyes remained far colder than the frigid winds blowing around us.
The trucker explained later that he saw the man inside my vehicle wielding the blade. He must’ve snuck inside before my shift ended. Once the driver realized what was going on, he’d tried to intervene.
Every time the person in the backseat had attempted to overpower me, to harm me, the trucker turned on his high beams. It scared my unknown passenger. The sight of the light made him hide.
The police hadn’t offered much in the way of details concerning who my stowaway was; given the six inches worth of blade he held, not much imagination was needed to map out what the strange man planned to do to me.
I learned on that cold, lonely October night to never judge a situation wholly by appearances. I was grateful to that truck driver. If it weren’t for his persistence, I would probably not be alive today to share my story.

Hi guys, Might seem like a random assortment of cars (it is) but recently my trusty first gen mazda 3 got written off and i need a replacement (preferably asap). im reaching the end of my Ps, however I am still on them and therefore cant have anything too powerful. Im also a uni student and cant afford something that could go kaboom any time soon either. I’ve (kinda) narrowed down my selection to these three cars, im looking for something thats atleast a little fun to take out and drive as i love cars and id like to lightly modify (wheels and coils) but i have to drive this everyday, in traffic and a fair distance to uni/work. I like the idea of the st because for sure itd be a go kart, but id like the accord due to comfort and a manual k series, leather, sunroof, smooth drive etc, and the sp25 is appealing due to, from what i can tell, good bang for buck (and brand loyalty) my main concern is that something like a st will be too much and too small for a daily, while a euro would be too boring. any input greatly appreciated
edit: when i say accord i mean 8th gen (CU2) and second gen sp25

I haven't built a PC in more than 5 years so I am completely out of the loop. I need help with what components to buy please. My dad's current (5-10 year old) PC won't power on and he wants to get a new system instead of fixing the old one.

1. What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games (ex: resolution, FPS, settings) or programs you will be using.

I need to build a new PC for my 75 year old father. He uses a PC for internet/email and MS Flight Simulator. All he really wants/needs is to be able to play FS at/near max resolution. He doesn't need a ton of HD capacity.

2. What is your maximum PRE-TAX budget before rebates and shipping?

$1500-$2000 including monitor.

3. When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.

Immediately

4. What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ex: toweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)

Tower is required but I'd like to upgrade to a new monitor if it fits in the budget.

5. If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? How old are they? Brands and models are appreciated.

Keyboard and mouse.

6. Will you be overclocking (ex: CPU/GPU/RAM)? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line?

I am open to overclocking but I'd prefer not to for this PC

7. Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSDs, mass HDDs, Wi-Fi / Bluetooth, VR, VirtualLink, tensor cores, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc.)

Wi-Fi is required.

8. Do you have any specific case preferences (ex: mITX/mATX/mid-towefull-tower sizes, styles, colours, window or not, LED lighting, etc.), or a particular color theme preference for the components?

No preference

9. Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? Note: some post-secondary students can get Windows 10 for free at OnTheHub or through their school's IT software distribution department.

No

10. Will you be upgrading this PC in the future (ie: will you swap out better parts later on or will you build an entirely new tower later)? If so, when?

No

11. Do you have a brand preference? (ex: AMD/Intel for CPUs, AMD/NVIDIA for video cards, etc.)

No

12. What are the specs of your old PC / laptop? Do you want to see if it can be upgraded instead? If so, paste its build from PCPartPicker here.

None

13. Extra info or particulars:

I had been looking at one of the AMD 7600 packages on Canada Computers and adding a RTX 4060 :/

Hi all! I have a full black 2018 MT07 and I’d like to add a touch of colour, starting from wheels stickers (you know, the slim line that goes round the wheel, close to the tire). Are there any sites you’d recommend to buy from? Concerning the mounting, is that something I can do myself or should I ask a mechanic or something?
Thanks in advance and ride safe!

For context: I live in a student flat with four others. We’re all above the age of 21. All pay the same amount of rent and bills.
In September I moved into a flat with my uni friendship group. For the first month one of my housemates (Steve) kept bringing new random people back to the flat 4-5 nights a week. This was happening for three weeks until one night when I arrived home at 12am to my living room filled with randoms, when I went up to Steve and politely asked him not to bring back so many people so late and on weekdays. When he came home with his best friends sister who was staying the night (previously agreed), he came storming in seeing I wasn’t in my bedroom and starting shouting abuse about me not realising I was in Callum’s room (next to the living room). Let’s just say he used colourful language to describe me, which prompted me to leave the flat and stay at a friends for the night. I came back the next morning to a hand written note of him explaining his behaviour away with being drunk. He then hugged me (didn’t ask and I pulled away), apologised and continued on as normal. I expressed to my other housemates that this was concerning behaviour and I was mildly worried about my safety considering the (unmentioned) threats he had shouted about.
For me his apology came from a place of “oh shit I’ve been caught”, but when expressing my concerns to the others their only response was “he’s never done anything like this before” and dismissing my feelings about the situation. This is an example of many a situation in which my concerns are promptly dismissed and ignored even in concerns to safety.
Over the past 9 months, I’ve been met with passive aggressiveness, being yelled at and one housemate (Callum) deciding not to continue our friendship anymore. This friend also states “I have no interest in trying to be civil with you”. This of course to me is a stupid statement considering he never even told me the issue and told all our friends I was expected to know what was wrong, even after being told by others to come to me with the problem.
Just today I was in the upstairs bathroom, there is another downstairs which is where my bedroom is, however I choose not to use it. I prefer the upstairs one, for reason I’m not sure, I just do. There was a knock on the door and I responded with I’ll be five minutes. I left the bathroom and was met with my house mate (Lydia) leaning against the wall. I apologised for the wait and went to head downstairs. She stopped me by saying “can’t you use the one downstairs” I responded with “I could I just prefer this one”. Lydia continued on to say that her and our housemate whose bedroom is also upstairs said when we first moved in that they would only use the upstairs bathroom. This to me meant that they wouldn’t use downstairs, but instead she meant ONLY those two could use the upstairs one. Lydia then said she’d been waiting months for me to stop using it. Nothing has been previously mentioned before that me using that bathroom was an issue.
I continued to ask if she expected me to stop using that bathroom all together, she said preferably. This is confusing to me because I pay the same amount of rent and bills as them, so surely I can use whatever bathroom I like? Apparently not, as she then says “it’s up to you if you want to keep pissing off your housemates” and slams the door in my face.
I’ve made it abundantly clear to them that I need direct communication, that I don’t know there is an issue until I’m told. I’ve also stated that when I am told there is an issue I like to solve it, and explain my behaviour, because I naturally try to understand other people’s point of view. However whenever these situations happen in real life, my explanations are called “becoming defensive” and at this point I’m fed up. I make countless accommodations for their feelings and needs but when I’m communicating mine they just don’t care. I have 8 more weeks left living here and I just don’t know what to do anymore.
To them they think conversations = conflict which is just not the case. I like to think I’m a pretty understanding person and they’ve known me for three years now, but apparently they haven’t seemed to notice my passive tendencies. I’m hoping for people’s thoughts and what they would do, as I’m stuck.
If I try and have a calm conversation I’m met with aggression and being called names, but if I do nothing I feel like I’m letting myself down.
Thanks for reading all this, please let me know what you think. 🤍

We have a serious shortage of substitute teachers in our district, and we have high absences due to sports, field trips, illness, and just people needing a break. Recently, our principal told us that if we are absent that we have to make plans for our students to go to other rooms. This makes a lot more work for everyone.
Example: I have been asked to absorb students from three different blocks throughout the day, including an entire class of students I don't teach. I have been given the barest of sub plans - an email and a worksheet to copy - and told I need to do this to make sure coaches can attend their games. This is just one example.
In your opinion, should taking other students from other classes deserve extra duty pay, even if you are already teaching at that particular time of day? Do you get paid to teach extra students?