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i’m turning 20 and i know i’m not supposed to have it all figured out but i feel so alone and sad all the time. My “friends” are all college dropouts who don’t have any future plans besides smoke weed and i’m not sure if it’s because i’m in school and they don’t want to hear about it but they always hangout without me.
I know they have another group chat without me and whenever i do text in our group chat they either don’t respond or one specific friend says something extremely backhanded and borderline insulting.
My bestfriend who has been my ride or die for years is extremely stressed and has a lot of issues in her own life and it’s lead her to be really quiet and unresponsive most days. i’ve tried with both these friend groups so much and it’s getting exhausting putting in my all and getting breadcrumbs back.
My parents have become my bestfriends but even then, my mom would rather scroll through her phone then engage in conversation with me and everytime i talk to my dad he spirals into how things can go wrong (i mean literally anything i mention he spirals) and it has given me horrible anxiety after listening to his “worst case scenarios” my whole life.
I go to a community college so it’s really hard to make friends. I’ve been working my ass off this past year to maintain a perfect gpa to hopefully get some really good scholarships when transferring. that while also working 25+ hours a week gets me pretty tired.
Everyday i dream of a life i don’t have. abundant friends, supportive parents, to be happy, but everyday it feels more like a dream then reality.
I’m so tired of being dismissed by people who were supposed to be my friends and family. I wish i had someone to talk to. i wish i had someone who could offer me a helping hand out of this hole. i keep telling myself that one day things will be better but when??
I wish i could be somewhere far away, i plan on studying abroad once i transfer. i like to tell myself that this is the universe setting me up to go study abroad because it would be hard for me to leave if i had better relationships here.
i ask myself often if i’m the problem, maybe i talk to much? or my sense of humor doesn’t match, maybe i shouldn’t tell them how well i’m doing in school, but then isn’t that what friends are for? so you can tell them of your successes and celebrate together?
Hopefully on day i can answer all these questions myself. i know i’m officially losing it because i often imagine my older self hugging me or giving me advice, like an older sister i’ve never had. I hope one day i can look in the mirror and recognize her as myself.

Hi I am an international student from South east Asia planning to study at Nagoya University MASTERS in Automotive engineering (mechanical) and I have a few questions. ( I am currently in the 3rd year of undergrad mechanical engineering)

1. I would prefer getting a scholarship but even if I want to be admitted fully self funded, how hard is it to get in.
   
2. How hard are the screening interviews and what type of questions are asked usually there.
   

3 Is my undergrad GPA very important to get a self funded degree there?
4 would having a good GRE score increase my chances?
Any tips would also be appreciated.

Hello, I recently made the decision to change my major from computer science to radtech and was wondering how I should go abt doing it. I already finished my GEs so I would only need to take the prereq classes like anatomy & physiology, medical terminology, etc... which I plan on finishing this fall. Unfortunately it seems that SoCal does not have that many programs and I really cannot move out of state or move to NorCal. I've heard community college programs are very hard to get into so I was looking into private institutes and so far it seems like my choices are Charles R. Drew University and Pima. I am still going to apply at Cypress and OCC but I only expect to finish with a 3.9 gpa and I know Cypress only takes 4.0s (not sure abt OCC) so I'm not putting too much hope on that. What do you think I should do? ;-;

I am planning on applying for the 2024 cycle. I am going to start filling out my applications soon (I have all my LOR and PS finished), so I can get them submitted as soon as possible. I truly only have 2 schools on my list (1. AZCOPT and 2. Pacific University). I have quite a few shadowing hours, worked as an optometric assistant, 3.81 GPA, 330 OAT, honors thesis, and a ton of extracurriculars, is it risky to only apply to those two schools? I am struggling to find another school because I really love those two locations and what the schools have to offer.

I’m interested in getting a master’s in biotechnology but my science course gpa is slightly under the required minimum of 3.0, and this is partly due to some severe anxiety triggered by too much weed at the beginning of my transfer to university. Unfortunately the anxiety almost caused me to quit college. I could barely sleep at night and was fearful for my life. People could see the color drained from my face. Despite that I was able to pull through and maintain a decent gpa.
The other part of me is scared to do grad studies because I have terrible public speaking anxiety. I have trouble with self confidence and when speaking to people may stumble over my words and sound inarticulate. I would like to get over my fear of others potentially thinking I’m stupid, as I do tend to process information more slowly than average. Is there any hope of me getting into grad school? I have yet to reach out to the faculty member of interest.

Hi! I'm a rising junior struggling to find some target schools to apply to. Ideally every school (except for some safeties) that I am applying to should be in urban areas, or at least very walkable ones. I do not want to bring my car. I want to go into political science or urban planning.
Lil' stat run down:
Home state: VA
GPA: 3.8/4.1
SAT: 1500ish, I'm still working on it
I have pretty good ECs
I'm hoping to apply to 12 schools and here is my current list:
Reaches:
Columbia (ED)
Boston University
Georgetown
UVA
Targets:
University of Pittsburgh
George Washington University
Safeties:
VCU
James Madison University
Temple
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Any help would be greatly appreciated, thank you!

I'm 21 years old. I have been gambling since I was 18.
At the age of 18, I discovered something called matched betting. I don't know how niche or obscure of a thing this is worldwide, but where I was born and live in Queensland, Australia, although its lesser well-known, it's a profitable scheme. For years, I had made my income from this form of side hustle - at the start making around $500-1,500 a week sports betting, which for my age was quite significant at the time. However, while it was a good source of money, it was also my entry into a lifestyle where my main source of income was heavily ingrained into the gambling scene.
For years, I continued doing this, making a stable income each year through my 19s and 20s. I was content through this period, I stuck with my heart, and didn't do anything stupid.
Last year I turned 21. At this point, I made a decent amount of money, and spent quite a lot of it too, so I was sitting at just around $20,000 in savings. It's probably not a lot to many, but for me, who was and still is a student studying in university, it was an amount I felt happy with.
Then it all went downhill when I discovered online casinos. To this point as mentioned, I had been quite sensible with my betting, only really taking +EV chances to slowly make rough amounts of $500-$1,500 a week while full-time studying on the side. But once I was in the online casino, I discovered so many things I never knew about myself. I had an irresistible compulsive gambling tendency. On the first night, I lost around $3,000. I think a sensible person would've taken this as a lesson and walked away, realising the casino would continue to hold edge, and I could make the $3,000 back again over the next few weeks if I had discipline and patience. I wasn't sensible, patient, nor disciplined. By next morning, I found myself in bed, first thing in the morning, going back to the tables on my phone. I couldn't stomach the feeling of having a $500 hand on Blackjack that took me a week to make disappear in 10 seconds. I couldn't possibly imagine just accepting the outcome, putting my phone down, and keeping my discipline for a week to earn back what I lost and reset mentally. It was so much easier to just play another hand and win it back in 10 seconds if I got lucky. My thought process was unironically this degenerate.
So I lost another $500, and now I'm down $1,000 on the morning before I've even started my day. "Alright, I'll just deposit $1,000 and do 1 more hand. If I win I'll break even and I'll stop, if not it's fine I had my chance I'll just stop at that". Then the hand comes, I have a 20, the dealer has a 5. I'm already celebrating deep down internally, then the dealer flips a 6 and a 10, and my balance is 0. What did I do next? Of course, I deposited $2,000 more.
Patterns like this consumed my days. I would be waking up on following mornings glued to my phone all the same, losing track of time, realising I was late for university, catching an Uber because the train would be late, and I would continue playing on the Uber. Eventually, I skipped classes straight-up, unable to muster any motivation to focus on lectures when all that plagued my mind was the money I was down and what I would need to win it back.
Eventually, many days passed. In a dark empty room dimly lit only by my PC screen, I stared at a Baccarat table with $2,000 on Banker, and a pair of words reading 'Player wins'. Then I reached over, and my card deposit failed.
At the end of last year, I lost everything of the $20,000, and the only choice I had was to work. Getting out of bed each morning was agony. Mentally thinking and calculating the time it would take to work and earn myself all the way back up to $20,000 was gut-wrenching. But, I told myself it was the price I paid for my naivety.
But fast forward closer to the present, it had been around 6-months since then. And while I'd love to claim that I was happy now and had learnt my lesson from gambling, to this date, the $20,000 lost still pains me. I think every few days about how I would give so much to return to that position I was in over half a year ago before I lost myself to temptations. I'm just someone who can never move forward and feel happy with the present knowing what they once had. It's a problem with myself I am painfully aware of, but have no solution to.
The most disappointing thing is I have not learnt my lesson. From being unable to move on with my self-destructive obsession with regaining what I had once lost, today I relapsed. Throughout this year, I was able to save back up to half-way of making it back my $20,000. Yet, I lost every last cent in my bank account only hours ago, unable to keep my resolve and save my money earnestly.
As I am writing this right now, I feel pathetic as I re-read what my life has been in the last 8 months. I have gained nothing, and lost all my money not once, but twice. It worries me how big of a self-destructive obsession I have with being stuck on what I've lost rather than looking forward and appreciating the positives. It worries me how I will be able to move forward now when I am back to square zero with nothing. It worries me how I will be able to overcome this hopeless mindset with no solution in sight.
In the end, I wrote all of this rambling all my thoughts without a plan. But in a depressing vulnerable state, I thought the only way I would be able to feel less lonely would be to put my thoughts out there somewhere, so that even if one person reads it, I feel like I am not alone. I don't know what to do from here. Deep down, I do feel quite empty when I think about how I have nothing to show for myself and how I have lost both my mind and money to casinos.
But, while I feel empty and completely dejected over losing everything, I hope at least someone out there will read this and possibly resonate with it. In all honesty, writing my thoughts like this unexpectedly helps me feel marginally more calm and relaxed so I'll be happy if it helps prevent maybe one extra person from falling down my rabbithole. These two experiences have demoralized me to no end and set me back many feet. But, I do earnestly hope they will be my last, and I don't find myself in the same dark place 6 months from now where hopefully I'll be one step closer to finding my direction again.

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Memory transcription subject: Kila, Venlil Engineering Student (First Year) White Hill University
Date [standardized human time]: September 8, 2136
Finally.
Professor Gretty’s calculations had been spot on. He'd even accounted for any potential difference in temperature although it should be possible to manage that element from the tuning slide near the bell.
The apparatus I’d designed was a little different than I'd originally envisioned. At the base of the device, near the mouthpiece, there was a small part that would vibrate the air via a small oscillating ‘gate’. As the air passed through, it would emulate the human lips, causing the air column to resonate properly.
To determine the necessary frequency at which the gate would operate, I had attached a thin, spooled wire to the outside of the slide. As the slide extended, the spring-loaded spool would act as a tool for measurement, determining the length the slide had been moved by how much it had been unwound. As the slide retracted, the spool would rewind. That had taken some tricky design to make consistent. Even the small inconsistencies in how the wire rewound was both breaking the mechanism and causing inaccurate measurements.
Luckily, the slide moved on a mostly fixed path so I could make due.
I had initially planned to use a wireless controller. But, early testing was proving it to be more trouble than it was worth.
The data read from the spool was fed to the gate mechanism where it adjusted the frequency in real time. The entire device used a tiny amount of electricity and while a standard battery would suffice, I'd gotten a little creative against my better judgment. The spool also acted as a tiny generator, charging the on-board battery as the slide was moved.
If this was a school project, I think I'd get perfect marks.
That thought wasn't completely born from ego. I'd gone to great lengths to make it consistent. While the device was mostly simple, I had to make sure it would stand up under rigorous action. As such, I'd been moving the slide in and out the whole time I was tweaking it.
Something my arm was pretty damn tired of.
The harmonic was controlled by a small set of four buttons placed where the player’s paw would grip the slide. Each button represented a certain harmonic level. Between the spool and the buttons, the frequency control was very much usable.
The opening at the end of the gate mechanism was fitted for a specifically designed Venlil-friendly mouthpiece. I'd been considerate of the condensation (spit) that Brad had warned me about. The inside of the gate mechanism was lined with a flexible, waterproof material, allowing the moisture to seep downward and be drained from the ‘spit valve’ at the bottom.
Why did I choose an instrument that you have to blow into?
The whole apparatus would need maintenance and repair every now and again which made for more hassle than the baseline instrument could make. But, it did work for a Venlil player, something that couldn't be said for the original design. I’d actually tested the tone myself, proving that I'd also managed to knock down one of the primary barriers for entry. According to Brad, a Human player had to train their embouchure to be able to get the right frequency for each slide position. In the case of my mechanism, the player just had to be familiar with the harmonic buttons.
It almost felt sacrilegious to make the instrument easier to play. Seemed almost like we, as Venlil, were balking at the musical challenge. But, we were physically incapable of operating the instrument otherwise.
As I held the newly manufactured trombone in my paws, I felt some pride in its creation. I'd crafted it meticulously, sacrificing lots of my time and focus to design it. I'd molded the material, carefully constructed the pitch controller, wired the tiny circuit board, and RIGOROUSLY stress-tested the whole thing to make sure it was up to snuff.
It was completely and totally finished.
Yep.
All done.
Nothing left to work on.
Tested and approved.
…
I sighed as I took the trombone apart and placed the parts in the case. Oddly enough, the relentless rush to get it designed and built was not the part I was worried about. No, the real struggle was the true end goal, the reason I'd made the whole thing in the first place.
Why am I so nervous?
I'd spent my whole life tailing Saesh, trying to emulate her outgoing and fearless nature. Even when everyone around me seemed to take it as a warning sign, I couldn't help but respect her capability. To not be debilitated with fear was a boon to accompany her kind-hearted nature. So, I'd always made it my goal to be like her. Though, I'd often found myself in the same position as my pitch controller. I could emulate the original thing well but it was never quite the same.
For that reason, the prospect of asking Mezil out had me feeling pretty hesitant. The last thing I wanted was to make things weird between us. But, I wanted to get closer to him. He was such a good soul…and it was cute watching him stumble through things.
I just…wasn't used to romance. I'd never felt this way before. And, if things didn't work out, would it ruin our friendship? I didn't know what I’d do if things somehow ended on bad terms.
“You shouldn’t be so worried about what might happen that you let inaction turn into regret.”
I thought back to Brad’s words. He'd been pretty adamant that I should go for it and he also seemed to think I had a good chance.
Maybe Mezil’s disposition was rubbing off on me and I was worrying about nothing.
I turned my pad in my paws for quite some time. Was I really going to do this? I suppose I didn't have to commit to it right away. I could just call him over to my room and give him the trombone. Then, if things went well, I could continue on with the real request.
Yeah. That works. Keep it open. Like Brad said, less serious. Just take it one step at a time.
I hovered a claw over Mezil’s contact…
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Memory transcription subject: Mezil, Venlil Music Student (First Year) White Hill University
Date [standardized human time]: September 8, 2136
After the last few paws, I’d been satisfied to take a considerably long rest. Having blazed through my homework, I took the opportunity to unwind and process everything. It was easy to feel restless with the information I’d recently gleaned but I’d be useless if I ran myself ragged anymore.
As I soaked in the blissful nothingness, I was jarred back to reality by the ringing emanating from my pad. Rolling off of my bed, I hobbled over to my desk where the device laid. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I brought the screen up to where I could read it. The call was from Kila. Odd. She usually just used text messages.
I tapped to accept and gave a groggy greeting as her visage filled the screen.
“Hey, Kila. What’s up?”
“Mezil, are you busy?”
She looked a little more serious than usual. Did something happen?
“Busy doing nothing maybe. No, I'm not really doing anything right now. Why?”
“Can you come to my dorm? I have something you might be interested in.”
That was intriguing but, to be honest, I'd have looked for just about any excuse to hang out with her again. It had only been a few paws but it felt like an eternity. I wasn't always as sociable as the average Venlil but confiding in her had helped me tremendously when it came to dealing with my academic predicament.
“Yeah, no problem. I'll clean up and head over.”
Her face lit up in response.
“Awesome! I'll see you in a bit!”
I stretched myself out and stole a glance at the mirror.
Yeesh. I really am a wreck. I'd better do a deep clean.
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After bathing and getting the knots out of my fur, I found myself standing in front of Kila’s door. I reached my paw out and tapped out some light knocks. After a few moments, the door opened wide with Kila standing behind it. She wagged her tail in a greeting and motioned me in.
“Wow, you did clean up huh?” she asked while inspecting my newly brushed coat. I'd put some extra effort into it, wanting to make up for my recent disheveled look.
But, looking at her, it seemed she'd done about the same thing. I'd never seen her so well-groomed. Was there a special event coming up?
“Yeah,” I responded. “I've been a hygiene disaster the last few paws so I figured I should change that. You seem pretty done up too. It's a really good look. What's the occasion?”
“Oh, uh, I just wanted to clean up well. I've been kind of a wreck the last few paws too. End of the term, you know?”
I flicked my ears in affirmation. If her last few paws were as eventful as mine, I wouldn't blame her one bit.
“So, you had something you thought I’d want to see?”
“Right! But…maybe we should save that for later. I haven't talked to you lately. How’s schoolwork been treating you? Making headway?”
I sighed as I took a seat on her bed.
“It's going well enough, I guess. Busy. But, I've been completing everything so hopefully I'll pull through. That's not really what's been taking all my time though.”
“Oh? Give me the details.”
Part of me felt hesitant to disclose my findings at the library. But, ultimately I decided that Kila was plenty trustworthy. Besides, I'd already told Brad. Granted, he wasn’t living on a Federation planet.
Kila would keep it a secret. If anyone would do it for me, it'd be her.
So, I filled her in on my plight, explaining the Federation censorship and my meetings with Aebl. I showed her the music piece and told her about how Brad had played over it during our call. I briefly described to her my first experience with rock ‘n roll and how the intensity had made me view my struggles in a different light. Through it all, she sat and listened, occasionally asking questions but mostly staying enamored with the tale.
When I finished my recap, she leaned back in her desk chair and closed her eyes. After a moment of silence, she delivered her conclusion.
“Holy shit.”
An understandable response to my ramblings, I figured. I felt the same way.
“Yeah, that's been my recent experience. What about you? What have you been up to?”
She stiffened at the question, a response that made me stiffen as well. It was unlike Kila to be so jumpy around a subject. I wondered if I'd hit a sensitive spot.
“That…is a good question.”, she responded with hesitation in her voice. “Well…first of all I spoke with Brad alone. He showed me his guitar as well. We talked about some…things…”
Her vagueness was noticeable. It felt like she was dancing around the subject.
“There weren't any problems, were there?” I interjected. “I'm sure we could work out any conflicts.”
“What? No! I just…shit, I’m bad at this.”
Bad at what?
“I’m…not sure I follow.”
“You can’t follow because I’m not saying anything that makes sense! Just…hold on.”
Kila stood from her chair and opened the closet in the corner. From it, she retrieved a long black box, cradling in her arms. She sat it down lengthways on the floor and flipped open the latches. Before opening it, she looked up to me again.
“I've been working on this with Brad. I guess my physics professor helped too. It's a gift for you, actually. I've been busy with it for the last few paws.”
A gift? I hardly deserved one.
“You shouldn't have gone through the trouble,” I blurted. “Shit, it's the end of the term. You shouldn't be worried about me.”
“I'm not worried about you, doofus! Well…I am but that's not why I put this together. Besides, it's already done so don't reject it now.”
She lifted up the top half of the box and inside was a long, curved piece of metal tubing. It ended with a bell shape. Attached were a few strange devices I didn't recognize. It shone brightly, reflecting the light in the room.
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“Uh…what is it?” I asked.
“BRAD, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
Her sudden outburst caught me off-guard and I straightened up in response as she continued.
“I swear…Why wouldn't he show you after he showed me? Then again, he only showed me because I asked. But then, why didn't you ask about it? You're a music student! Damn it, this isn't going how I planned. Mezil, this is a trombone. It's a Human instrument.”
A human…instrument?
A HUMAN INSTRUMENT?
“How did you get a human instrument?!” I asked, nearly jumping onto the thing in my excitement.
“I made it! All in all, the instrument wasn't that complex to build with university machinery. The hard part was making it playable for Venlil. See, Humans do this thing with their lips and facial muscles…anyway, I had to emulate the whole thing mechanically.”
“You…did all of this for me?” I felt the tears forming in my eyes.
“Well…yeah.”
“How does it work? I've never seen anything like it. Holy shit, Kila, this is AWESOME!”
“Ok, so, first we need to put it together. See, the slide and the bell screw together here.”
She took the two pieces from the case and joined them at a threaded section, screwing a nut into place to secure them together.
“Then, you attach the mouthpiece here and place your mouth up to it to blow air through it. But, this is the weird part. Usually, Humans have to use their lips to make vibrations but we can't exactly do that. So, I built this here to serve the same purpose.”
Kila walked me through the functionality of the mechanism, showing me the buttons for changing the harmonic and also the less than glamorous spit valve at the bottom of the slide.
After getting her rundown, I tried it myself, placing my mouth up to the mouthpiece and pushing air through the vibrating gate.
Kila explained that I could use my tongue to cut the air flow and that it could create different effects on the tone. Pushing the air through was harder than expected as the gate restricted the air flow. Apparently, this was by design. It allowed for longer sustain since it didn't immediately require all the air in my body.
Despite the minimal air throughput, just enough to maintain a steady air column, the trombone was actually rather loud. Even the quietest tones I could produce had a significant amount of volume backing them. But, what was perhaps the most intriguing thing was the variety of sound it produced. The softer tones were melodic while the more forceful tones were almost disconcerting.
“You'll need to keep both the main slide and tuning slide greased well. You can detach the wire for the slide detection right here. The whole apparatus can be detached by removing these screws in case you need to clean the instrument. Just make sure to dry it well if you use water so it doesn't rust. And, make sure to keep dents out of the slides.”
As Kila finished her walkthrough, I placed the trombone down gently on top of its case and wrapped Kila in the best hug I could manage.
“Thank you, Kila,” I choked out. “It's amazing. You’re amazing! How did you manage this in two paws?”
“It was three paws, actually.”
“Three paws?”
“Yeah. I spoke to Brad about it that paw when you were at the library. Then, the next paw I spent playing with the design and running simulations. The next paw I built this one.”
“If it's been three paws…wait…”
Relinquishing my hug, I started rifling through my bag for my pad. I brought up the calendar, searching for assignment due dates.
My heart dropped into my stomach when I found what I was looking for.
“Oh no.”
“Mezil?”
“Oh no no no no no fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”
“Mezil, what's wrong?”
“I missed turning in like four assignments! I thought I had one more paw!”
The worry on her face only worsened as she realized the weight of what I was saying. I'd been scraping by, trying to maintain a GPA that would allow me to retain my scholarship.
I just threw that effort away.
I couldn't handle any missing assignments. My grades would still be passing but below the scholarship cutoff.
“Mezil,” she started. “Listen to me. We’ll figure it ou-”
“I'm such a fucking moron, Kila! Fuck! Everything I've done up until now…I just ruined all of it!”
“Look, maybe you can get some extra credit!”
“That's not even the point!” The tears of joy that had been in my eyes were being replaced with tears of anger as I nearly shouted in frustration. “I'm not closing the gap on my schoolwork! It's just getting worse!”
I sat back down on her bed, burying my face in my paws. Kila sat down beside me and wrapped me in a hug of her own. I felt her tail intertwine with mine like I had done when she had her first call with Brad.
“It's alright,” she spoke soothingly. “We’ll figure something out.”
“Why do you keep helping me?” I choked out. “I just keep fucking everything up.”
“No you don't. You're brave and strong. You're kind.”
“All I do is fail. Why even make this trombone for me?”
“Because…Well, actually, I wanted to ask you out for a date…So, do you wanna go out some time?”
…
What?
“I-I'm sorry?” I stammered. “Did I hear you right?”
I saw her face turn a bright orange. I felt my own face follow suit.
“Yeah. But, uh, this isn't how I expected it to go. I'm sorry. It's probably a bad time to mention it now.”
Kila’s sudden confession had snapped me out of my downward spiral completely. If anything, it was the best timing.
“Why me, though?”
“Why not you? You're a great friend. You're passionate about music, smart, and…kinda cute?”
“I'm cute, huh?” I asked, trying to add an air of teasing while I wiped tears from my eyes.
She flicked her ears in annoyance.
“Well, it helps when you clean up like you did. What shampoo is this? I like the smell.”
I chuckled at her response, feeling the tension leave my muscles.
“Mistfruit, I think.”
“So, uh,” Kila continued. “What's the answer then?”
“Answer?”
“Do you wanna go out with me?”
“Sure. But, I think I'm just happy to spend time with you anywhere.”
I didn't know where my words were coming from. There was something that I'd never consciously realized until that point: Kila was easy to talk to. With her, I could speak my mind and, despite all my social shortcomings, it was just natural. Everything felt simple with her. I didn’t mind opening up if she was around.
But I still had a problem.
I sighed and leaned into her embrace, nuzzling into her fur.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't mention it again but what am I gonna do about my grades, Kila? School just isn’t going well at all.”
“Just do what you can. Talk to the professors. Maybe they'll give you a helping paw. Maybe some extra credit like the music assignment.”
“I don't know. Some of them are real hardasses.”
She chuckled at my response.
“Well, maybe you’ll lose that scholarship. There could still be other financial options. Maybe you can find another way to afford it.”
At this point, I was content to listen to her suggestions regardless of whether or not they were realistic. I just found myself lost in her embrace, kept calm by her steady arms.
Then, as if to spite that serenity, my pad rang once again.
“Shit, now is not the time,” I grumbled as Kila released her grip. I picked my pad up and checked the number. “A university number? Who would call me from the school?”
“It could be important,” Kila said, leaning over my shoulder. “You should answer.”
I flicked my tail in agreement and tapped to accept. The screen changed and I was met with Professor Haeli’s face.
“Hello, Mezil.”
“Professor Haeli?”
“I'm sorry to use your personal number but the university had it on record and I felt like I needed to run this by you over a call rather than a message through the school portal. Do you have a moment?”
I turned my ears inquisitively towards Kila who flicked her own ears in a ‘go ahead’ motion.
“Uh, yeah, I've got time.”
“Good. See, I spoke with Headmaster Blyne and I was able to negotiate for a bit of an opportunity.”
An opportunity?
What kind of opportunity could Haeli have for me? The extra credit assignment was already for full marks in her class. She spoke with the headmaster…How big of a deal was this?
I didn’t need to wait long for her to answer my question as she continued her spiel.
“We’ve decided that the best way to determine the merit in Human-Venlil cooperation would be to attempt something more tangible than a report. The headmaster is looking for something more practical and I suggested that we could have an in-person musical performance here at the university. That is, one that includes both Human and Venlil performers.”
A live performance? Here at White Hill?
As far as I knew, there hadn’t been any Human presence at White Hill. It would likely be the very first time. The in-person avenues for the exchange program had been restricted to military personnel. But, perhaps the university had enough leverage to get a civilian onto Venlil Prime.
I found myself wondering what the concert had to do with me. I was only a first-term student. I’d only partaken in a couple of recitals. Certainly, they didn’t want me as a performer.
“What exactly do you need from me?” I asked, unsure of what to make of the situation
“I’d like you to perform, Mezil. I know you haven’t had much of a chance to prove your musical capabilities. No first-term student has. But, you have shown a progressive mindset towards Humans and the ability to adapt to challenges. As far as I know, there’s no one more qualified for this particular event.”
I let her words sink in. She really wasn’t concerned with my lack of experience? In that case, I suppose I was the most qualified.
“Moreover,” she continued. “You’d need to determine the setlist yourself. We’re looking for both Human and Venlil musical representation. The instruments you choose to use are up to you. It really depends on how you choose to arrange your pieces. I’m willing to offer assistance in that regard. The concert would be shortly after the end of the term; five paws after the finalized grades.
You may be wondering what you’d receive in exchange. The headmaster and I went back and forth and decided that, should the performance go well, the university will place you in a program for Human integration going forward. And, you’ll be provided free tuition and board so long as you succeed in that position.”
A full ride scholarship…A FULL RIDE SCHOLARSHIP!
“I’ll do it!” I sputtered. “Whatever it takes, I’ll make sure the performance goes well!”
“Now, hold on a moment, Mezil,” Haeli spoke with a warning tone. “Certainly, you must know how high the expectations are for this. Don’t agree to it so lightly. This is a very delicate situation that will influence the perception of Humans by the student body and staff. It needs to be near-perfect. I’ll help, of course. But, don’t think this is going to be easy. Headmaster Blyne still needs to work with the UN to get permission to bring a Human civilian here. We’re tentatively assuming that it will be approved since the UN has been very accommodating regarding personnel thus far.
As of now, we don’t have any set Human performers. That will partly be your responsibility unless you cannot find anyone on your own. The civilian comm line to Earth is set to be complete in two paws. You should have free reign to go looking for prospective musicians. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. You may want to mull things over for a paw before committing. It won't be a walk in the park. And, I still expect the report from you as well. If you want perfect marks this term that is.”
I flicked my ears in acknowledgement.
“Thank you, professor!” I nearly shouted. “I’m glad that you chose to involve me. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
Haeli wagged her tail, seemingly pleased with my response.
“Well then, Mezil, I hope to hear from you again soon. For now, I’ll leave you to it. Have a good rest of your paw.”
“You too, professor.”
The call ended and I slumped on the bed, melting into the soft mattress.
“You are so damn lucky,” Kila said as she laid down next to me.
“I have so much work to do,” I responded.
“So…I assume you’re going to get Brad involved?”
“Of course. If I can bring him here to White Hill, that would be awesome.”
“I'm sure he'd be happy to join. It does sound like a ton of work though. Integrating Human and Venlil music with each other sounds tough.”
“Well, luckily I just so happen to have a Human instrument to work with. Someone very special to me made it as a gift.”
Kila nuzzled into me and I returned the favor.
I’ve already worn myself out. So much for a break. That's alright. No one said college would be easy.
And, I wouldn't mind staying in this moment forever.
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Memory transcription subject: Brad Silmore, Human Field Hand
Date [standardized human time]: September 8, 2136
Watching the sun creep up and over the top of its arc, I found myself a little puzzled. I'd thought for sure that Mezil would have been itching to call. It was, after all, the weekend which was the best time for me to help him with his report.
Then again, he seemed pretty tunnel-visioned on the music hidden in the ceiling of that library. Maybe he was still focused on that. Hell, maybe he forgot what day it was.
I wonder what kind of progress Kila was making on her attempt to make a trombone. She seemed smart. Probably wouldn't take her very long.
Snapping me out of my thoughts, the exchange program app on my computer sounded an alert, luckily still audible to me on the front porch. Looked like Mezil decided to call after all.
I meandered inside, closing the door behind me and seating myself at my desk. My hand moved the mouse to click the accept button. As I pressed down, I realized I might want to turn to the side but it was too late. Mezil and Kila’s faces populated the monitor. Luckily, neither of them seemed phased by my staring into the webcam.
“Well, well, well,” I started. “I guess you didn't forget about me after all.”
“Sorry, I forgot that you were off work,” came Mezil’s sheepish response.
Heh. Sheepish.
“More like he forgot what paw it was,” Kila corrected. “He almost screwed up big time.”
Wow, I didn't actually expect to be right about that.
“I did screw up big time. But, I had a lucky break.”
On the bed behind where the two sat, I saw a trombone with a strange set of accessories tacked onto it. Did Kila already finish the construction? Then, that means…
“I see you've been acquainted with a trombone,” I noted. “So, did everything go exactly as you'd planned, Kila?”
Both their faces turned orange which answered my question for me.
“N-not exactly,” Kila stammered. “But, it worked out I think.”
Mezil supplemented his agreeing ear flicks with a head nod.
“Good stuff, I knew you had it in you. So, what's this monumental error that Mezil supposedly made?”
Mezil’s orange shade turned even more orange.
“Well, since I didn't realize what paw it was, I forgot to turn in a number of assignments.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. I knew how precarious his situation was academically.
“You're not failing any classes now are you?” I questioned.
“I'm not failing any of them, but I don't think I can keep my scholarship. Luckily, my music professor contacted me with an opportunity. She wants to do a concert with Venlil and Humans performing. And, the university is offering a position in an integration program if it goes well. If I succeed, I could get a full ride scholarship.”
Kila wagged her tail, looking almost more excited than Mezil himself. It was for good reason. What excellent news!
“That's awesome, Mezil! I know you'll knock it out of the park!”
They both turned their heads in confusion.
Oh yeah. That probably doesn't translate right.
“Er…it means you'll do a great job. It's a sports analogy.”
The pair flicked their ears in understanding. I was beginning to impress myself with how well I could read the Venlil body language.
“I plan to do my best,” Mezil confirmed. “And, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like your help.”
“Sure thing,” I responded. “Need some song suggestions?”
“Actually, I was hoping you could be a part of the performance, coming to Venlil Prime to play.”
Me? Performing on Venlil Prime.
“Mezil,” I started. “I'm not a professional musician. There have to be tons of people more qualified.”
“It doesn't matter,” he insisted. “I’m only a first-term student myself. It's not as much about musical ability. It's more about how well we can cooperate. And, you're a plenty good musician. I've heard you play. It doesn't need to be anything fancy. Just something to show that we can make good things together.”
The explanation made sense. If it was about showing the potential for Human integration, having two exchange partners would be a good plan.
“Can I even get to Venlil Prime?” I asked. “I thought it was only for military personnel.”
“My professor seems confident that they can get the UN to work it out. The request would come from the university so it would have some professional leverage.”
If I can really go to another planet…
“Alright, Mezil. I'm in. It's been a while since I practiced for something serious. But, I'll put my best foot forward.”
Mezil wagged his tail with happiness.
“Great! We’ll need to get a set list together first.”
“Well, I've got time. How would you two like to explore some music with me?”
Both of them leaned forward in anticipation.
Shoot, I didn't actually prepare anything. What haven't they heard yet?
I stopped and considered my options for a moment before a grin spread across my face.
“I do believe you've yet to be acquainted with disco.”
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Demographics: Asian female from Michigan
Intended major: electrical engineering
UW GPA: 3.99/4.0
SAT: 1540
ACT: 35
APs/IBs (haven't taken any IB exams yet, just the classes):
- AP Computer Science A (5)
- AP Calculus BC (5)
- IB HL Literature
- IB HL Math
- IB HL Physics
- IB HL Chemistry
- IB SL Psychology
- IB SL Spanish
Dual Enrollment:
- MATH 215 (Calculus III): A
- will take STATS 360 in the fall of senior year
ECs:
- Captain of high school's ultimate frisbee team
- Captain of competitive dance team
- President of high school's Jazz Band
- piano
- NHS member
- this summer I'll be going to the World Dance Championship and the Youth Club Championships (national level ultimate frisbee tournament).
Awards:
- 2x Regional champions, Battle on the Seas scholarship award, 2x Golden Ticket winners to worlds (dance)
- national merit semifinalist
- Math Kangaroo third place (state)
Work:
- Teaching Assistant at University of Michigan Math Corps (2 summers)
- blog writer for myeBEAT
Misc:
- Stanford AI Camp: created an AI product that could detect the architectural style of a building
Schools:
- MIT (EA)
- Stanford
- Yale
- Cornell
- Princeton
- UMich
- Purdue

i know most people would already say yes to that question, but the story is more complicated than that and i’m truly stuck in what to do. I’m 20 and currently in university however i commute rather than living in my uni city. The first year i lived in the city of my uni and the second year i commuted, and now i’m stuck on whether i should leave for good in third year.
My first year in uni was so good, but my relationship with my family deteriorated really badly, especially with my mother. There would be times where we would have petty little arguments and then she would cut communication with me for weeks, there was one argument about living in my uni city in the second year as i really wanted to enjoy my experience with my friends, however for financial reasons (come back later to this) she said and if i was to dare even look at houses with my friends, i won’t have a place back home and after we never spoke until christmas time - which becomes a running theme.
So the choice to commute was described as mine but i’ve hated it very much, the early mornings, the train strikes, the frequent cancellations.. it made uni much more stressful than it was however, i did just get through and finished this year however my mother has become so much more financially dependent on me, it’s gotten to the point where she says i’m selfish and and that i don’t give her any money and more, i’ve calculated all the money i’ve spent from september 2022 to May 2023 and the total was around £4K, i only got £6K from student finance this year.
I would understand all of this if i was an only child or the oldest sibling, but i’m neither, im the middle child. I feel that both my sister and i should giving money equally. To make things worse, all my savings has disappeared meaning i have to start all over again. I literally feel lonely in my own family because they always seem to go out and do stuff when i’m busy at work or have plans that have been made months in advance, im told this is my fault but it really feels like everyone in this house would want me out but it already feels that way.
My friends and boyfriend have suggested that i should leave and cut contact for a while bc of some things i personally shouldn’t tell reddit, however i can’t help but feel guilty and that i owe my mother a lot as she keeps telling me but i can’t help but feeling i’ve done a lot of bad things like not give enough money so aita for wanting to leave for a better mind

Hey everyone!
I'm a Canadian student planning to apply to medical schools in the United States. I would greatly appreciate any insight and feedback on my current application list.
Here's my current list of medical schools I'm considering to apply to:

1. New York Medical College
2. State University of New York Upstate Medical University Alan and Marlene Norton College of Medicine
3. Virginia Commonwealth University School of Medicine
4. Wayne State University School of Medicine
5. Geisel School of Medicine at Dartmouth
6. George Washington University School of Medicine and Health Sciences
7. Sidney Kimmel Medical College at Thomas Jefferson University
8. University of Colorado School of Medicine
9. University of Illinois College of Medicine
10. Case Western Reserve University School of Medicine
11. Emory University School of Medicine
12. The Warren Alpert Medical School of Brown University
13. University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine
14. University of Virginia School of Medicine
15. Duke University School of Medicine
16. Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai
17. Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine
18. Stanford University School of Medicine
19. University of California Los Angeles David Geffen School of Medicine
20. University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill School of Medicine
21. Yale School of Medicine

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My stats at a glance are 3.94 GPA/ 517 MCAT
I'm open to considering schools beyond the ones listed if you think there are other great options for me. Any advice on schools that I should remove from the list is also appreciated. Thank you in advance!

I'm 21 years old. I have been gambling since I was 18.
At the age of 18, I discovered something called matched betting. I don't know how niche or obscure of a thing this is worldwide, but where I was born and live in Queensland, Australia, although its lesser well-known, it's a profitable scheme. For years, I had made my income from this form of side hustle - at the start making around $500-1,500 a week sports betting, which for my age was quite significant at the time. However, while it was a good source of money, it was also my entry into a lifestyle where my main source of income was heavily ingrained into the gambling scene.
For years, I continued doing this, making a stable income each year through my 19s and 20s. I was content through this period, I stuck with my heart, and didn't do anything stupid.
Last year I turned 21. At this point, I made a decent amount of money, and spent quite a lot of it too, so I was sitting at just around $20,000 in savings. It's probably not a lot to many, but for me, who was and still is a student studying in university, it was an amount I felt happy with.
Then it all went downhill when I discovered online casinos. To this point as mentioned, I had been quite sensible with my betting, only really taking +EV chances to slowly make rough amounts of $500-$1,500 a week while full-time studying on the side. But once I was in the online casino, I discovered so many things I never knew about myself. I had an irresistible compulsive gambling tendency. On the first night, I lost around $3,000. I think a sensible person would've taken this as a lesson and walked away, realising the casino would continue to hold edge, and I could make the $3,000 back again over the next few weeks if I had discipline and patience. I wasn't sensible, patient, nor disciplined. By next morning, I found myself in bed, first thing in the morning, going back to the tables on my phone. I couldn't stomach the feeling of having a $500 hand on Blackjack that took me a week to make disappear in 10 seconds. I couldn't possibly imagine just accepting the outcome, putting my phone down, and keeping my discipline for a week to earn back what I lost and reset mentally. It was so much easier to just play another hand and win it back in 10 seconds if I got lucky. My thought process was unironically this degenerate.
So I lost another $500, and now I'm down $1,000 on the morning before I've even started my day. "Alright, I'll just deposit $1,000 and do 1 more hand. If I win I'll break even and I'll stop, if not it's fine I had my chance I'll just stop at that". Then the hand comes, I have a 20, the dealer has a 5. I'm already celebrating deep down internally, then the dealer flips a 6 and a 10, and my balance is 0. What did I do next? Of course, I deposited $2,000 more.
Patterns like this consumed my days. I would be waking up on following mornings glued to my phone all the same, losing track of time, realising I was late for university, catching an Uber because the train would be late, and I would continue playing on the Uber. Eventually, I skipped classes straight-up, unable to muster any motivation to focus on lectures when all that plagued my mind was the money I was down and what I would need to win it back.
Eventually, many days passed. In a dark empty room dimly lit only by my PC screen, I stared at a Baccarat table with $2,000 on Banker, and a pair of words reading 'Player wins'. Then I reached over, and my card deposit failed.
At the end of last year, I lost everything of the $20,000, and the only choice I had was to work. Getting out of bed each morning was agony. Mentally thinking and calculating the time it would take to work and earn myself all the way back up to $20,000 was gut-wrenching. But, I told myself it was the price I paid for my naivety.
But fast forward closer to the present, it had been around 6-months since then. And while I'd love to claim that I was happy now and had learnt my lesson from gambling, to this date, the $20,000 lost still pains me. I think every few days about how I would give so much to return to that position I was in over half a year ago before I lost myself to temptations. I'm just someone who can never move forward and feel happy with the present knowing what they once had. It's a problem with myself I am painfully aware of, but have no solution to.
The most disappointing thing is I have not learnt my lesson. From being unable to move on with my self-destructive obsession with regaining what I had once lost, today I relapsed. Throughout this year, I was able to save back up to half-way of making it back my $20,000. Yet, I lost every last cent in my bank account only hours ago, unable to keep my resolve and save my money earnestly.
As I am writing this right now, I feel pathetic as I re-read what my life has been in the last 8 months. I have gained nothing, and lost all my money not once, but twice. It worries me how big of a self-destructive obsession I have with being stuck on what I've lost rather than looking forward and appreciating the positives. It worries me how I will be able to move forward now when I am back to square zero with nothing. It worries me how I will be able to overcome this hopeless mindset with no solution in sight.
In the end, I wrote all of this rambling all my thoughts without a plan. But in a depressing vulnerable state, I thought the only way I would be able to feel less lonely would be to put my thoughts out there somewhere, so that even if one person reads it, I feel like I am not alone. I don't know what to do from here. Deep down, I do feel quite empty when I think about how I have nothing to show for myself and how I have lost both my mind and money to casinos.
But, while I feel empty and completely dejected over losing everything, I hope at least someone out there will read this and possibly resonate with it. In all honesty, writing my thoughts like this unexpectedly helps me feel marginally more calm and relaxed so I'll be happy if it helps prevent maybe one extra person from falling down my rabbithole. These two experiences have demoralized me to no end and set me back many feet. But, I do earnestly hope they will be my last, and I don't find myself in the same dark place 6 months from now where hopefully I'll be one step closer to finding my direction again.

I posted here before, but a few things have updated so I thought It might be nice to see new opinions.
Demographics:
Gender: Male
Race: African American/Black (first generation immigrant)
School: magnet Early college highschool
State: Texas
Income: ~35,000 for a family of 8
Intended Major(s): Comp sci
SAT: 1530 (not super scored) (750 reading, 780 math)
UW/W GPA and Rank: 3.94/4.56, rank 12/98 weighted and 10/98 unweighted
Coursework: 1ap class taken out of 2 offered. I didn't know they were important and skipped out on APUSH. took AP Human Geo though and got a 4 on the AP test. Additionally taken loads of dual credit classes. Junior year I got 99s all across the board on everything, which includes a full year of college chemistry and college physics. On track to take pre cal first semester senior year.
Awards:

• School district "superintendent's academically talented" (SAT) scholar (I didn't know the acronym before 💀)
• Potential national merit scholar, definite National merit commended student
• Questbridge College Prep Scholar
• 1 Gold key 1 silver key scholastic art and writing competition if that counts

Extracurriculars:

• designed, programmed, bug tested, and altogether fully created a game on Roblox. (Yes I'm including that)
• National Science Honor society member
• Vice President of school coding Club
• Co-founded a club at my school that does peer reviews and editing suggestions for volunteer hours.
• Mentor in schools mentorship program
• Independent paid tutoring

Hooks: economically disadvantaged, underrepresented minority, first gen
LOR: I have one from my College Chem teacher. I never read it but I gave her notes to talk about how I diligently worked on my game during free time, but I never let it get in the way of doing classwork and paying attention. Also mentioned that I took voluntary notes during every class period, and was one of the few who actually asked questions.
Essays: The essay I wrote for questbridge was mainly about religious pressure I faced from my parents, and how a lack of control within my own personal life led me to turn to the things I could control, and excel at them.
Schools:
Well here we go. I plan to apply using questbridge if I become a finalist btw.
MIT
University of Pennsylvania
Columbia university
Boston University
UT Austin
UT Dallas
Texas A&M
List will develop as I do more research. I'm (still) open to suggestions at schools I could consider.

Hello.
Ik my chances are practically 0 (I have near perfect GPA/SAT and some good ECs but nothing special by A2C standards) but my dream school is MIT. I don't care about prestige at all, I'm not even planning on applying to any reaches other than MIT and Caltech. I just fell in love so much with MIT... (I have safeties I like as well though, don't worry)
I was just wondering, what does MIT even want? Are they actually more selective than other top schools? I've seen post after post of absolutely cracked students getting into HYPSM but not MIT. Obviously collegeresults is not in any way representative but I don't think I've seen anyone claim getting into MT despite seeing many, many posts for Harvard, Princeton, St. Anford, UC Hicago, etc. Even at my school, which although being a public school somehow has a track record of sending 3-5 people to T20s every year including HYPSM. Yet I don't of anyone from my school that has gotten into MIT.
So like... what is MIT looking for? Are they just that much harder to get into in terms of ECs and awards due to a self-selecting applicant pool or are they looking for something different in their essays than other universities?
Thanks.

Now for my situation. I'm an American, I had a low high school GPA, I don't have an IB, I didn't participate in any extracurricular activities, take either the SAT or ACT, and I have no work experience… so, based on my knowledge, I basically have no hopes of getting into any university or college at all. As far as I know, my only option would be Community College in my home state. I also happen to be disabled (Epilepsy, ASD, processing difficulties, anxiety which I am working on…) which isn't helpful. The thing is, I've been thinking about going to university (specifically in England) for some time now (and I've been getting increasingly tired of the US and the state of it lol). I've also lived in the same state for basically my entire life and I really just want to get out haha. It just sucks how I sabotaged my chances of going to a school I'd actually be interested in. Highschool happened to be a very difficult time in my life, I was depressed and dealing with a lot of issues, but that isn't an excuse for everything. I'm disappointed in myself and where I'm at currently, as well as completely lost, and I hate it.
tl;dr
I'm from the US, and while in high school, I completely sabotaged my chances of getting into a university: low GPA, no extracurriculars, no IB, SAT, ACT, or work experience. Despite this, I still have an interest in going to college or university. I'd like to get out of my home state, the general state of the US is really tiring me, and I'd really love to go to England. So… I'm completely lost as far as what to do, and I hate it.
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I also really want to be independent, as I always have. I'm having a hard time though, even while still living with my parents. I'm not trying to be overly pessimistic or self depricating, but I am trying to state facts and be honest about my situation. It's just sad and I don't know what to do about it. I don't want to depend soley on my family and I want to move on, be self sufficient, and all of that.
I also often question whether or not I should go to college what with my issues. I've isolated myself because I can't drive, I have one friend who I sometimes hang out with, and I don't really go anywhere. The fact that I live in rural New England doesn't help either. Lastly, should I post this to other subreddits? I really don't know what I'm doing. I guess I'm just looking to see if anyone has advice, or tips… anything like that. I feel (for the most part, at least) that I've gotten nowhere in my life. If you've actually read this whole rant (or whatever it is) thank you.

Hello all,
As the title states, I am becoming very overwhelmed and anxious at the moment. I feel like I am “falling behind” due to a lack of internship and clinical experience.
For context, I am a rising junior in college majoring in Biological Sciences B.S. I am getting good grades (A/B student) with a 3.5 GPA after completing Orgo 1 and 2 (I anticipate these to be my hardest classes). 3.5 isn’t great, but I am confident in my ability to bring it up to a 3.7 in my two remaining years with my remaining classes. I am currently a part of multiple clubs and organizations at my university.
I am doing great academically and in terms of extracurriculars at school, but I feel that I am very far behind in the realm of internships and experience. I am starting to become very anxious and worried about my future as I am starting late in the game. My freshman year, my family decided to move in May 2022 for my dad’s new job which caused me to not have an internship that summer. I decided to work a restaurant job and save the money for tuition and other school related expenses. At the beginning of my sophomore year, I fell to a really low point mentally due to family related events. This lasted up until mid February of this year, and due to a large workload from 17 credits, I wasn’t able to secure an internship for this summer.
The past few weeks, I have looked on Glassdoor, Handshake, Google, and LinkedIn for any available internships, jobs, or volunteer opportunities that would look good for my resume. All have led to dead ends and I am starting to feel hopeless for this summer and that I am going to waste time.
I am enrolled for summer courses and I am thinking about working at the restaurant again to make money so that I am at least doing something to not waste time. For me, I am ahead on my credits and after this upcoming fall semester, I will be “considered” a senior. I am going to try and get as far ahead as possible to free up my schedule to work an internship while I am at school. I am also currently looking for volunteer and clinical shadowing opportunities for this upcoming fall.
By the time I am applying for med school, I believe that I will have the GPA, the coursework, the volunteer hours, I am confident I will score good on the MCAT next spring, and extracurriculars, but I feel I will not get accepted to any good schools due to no actual intern experience. My absolute dream is to get accepted into UNC, but I am becoming more and more doubtful as time goes on.
I don’t have anyone in my family or any family friends in the medical industry so I am on this by myself :/ I am out of the rut that I was in and I am ready to work hard and put my all in.
Any advice on what I should do, what I should look into, how I should approach things, and what my chances are looking like?
Thanks for your responses in advance!

Hello,
I am in the process of researching communications PhD departments to apply to. I am a recent UK graduate with an undergrad and incoming into a masters course in Sept. I’m planning to apply to the US and some in the UK. At my university (LSE), my classification (/GPA) depended on my top 5/9 marks with the other 4 being discarded. I am curious to know if the US universities discard some of their marks when calculating GPA. It is the difference between a 3.3 and 3.7 GPA for me which is significant. Thank you in advance!

My_qualifications
I'm a CSE undergrad in a Tier-3 engineering college (one of the top colleges in the state).
My GPA is above 7.5.
My GRE Score is 324, with an AWA score of 3.0.
I will be taking the IELTS soon.
I have completed 3 mini Python projects.
I am currently working on a main project.
I have also done an internship during my 2nd year.
Currently, I am doing another internship in the CS domain during my 3rd year.
I suck at academics, as my GPA is low. But, I'm a good problem solver and good with aptitude. I would like to know which US universities I have a good chance of getting into, regardless of budget. I also want to know how I can improve my profile to increase my chances of getting into a good university. I am looking for a university with a strong alumni network and a competitive environment, where peers are aware of the latest developments and have an entrepreneurial tech mindset.
Please DM me for any clarifications. Thank you!