u/BitLow2662

Could you please talk about your experience studying this degree,

what the teachers are like, and

what your cohort is like?

Thank you!

How do you get HDs in your subjects?

How do you do well in labs?

Is there a lot to learn and cram in the weekly lectures? Do you go to all of them?

What has your experiences been like for group assessments, oral assessments and live debate discussions in Bachelor of Arts?

I stuffed up my VCE by not taking art and design.

Now I want to switch out of my current degree and I don’t know if I want to do Fine Art or Graphic Design.

There’s a Cert IV in Design but only Diploma for Visual Art.

How do I know which one I want to do?

I’m 30F, my bf is 30M. We are in the early stages of dating.

I’m looking to go back to school, and I don’t know if I should aim for med school or if I want to eventually start a family with my new bf. We are both quite serious and date with an intent to marry.

It’s my first relationship.

If I want to aim for med school, there are certain subjects I have to take. If I don’t aim for med school, then I can study any bachelors. If I get into med school, there is a high chance that I will relocate.

I know people have had kids through their studies, going through residency, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that.

I was sick for the majority of my twenties and currently on disability pension. My bf has a stable career. He’s happy to look after me even if I don’t work.

I haven’t talked to him about this, since I want to get to know him as a person rather than interrogating him for answers. I would also like to hear perspectives from people in successful and healthy relationships and what they would do in my place.

How do I go about choosing what bachelors to study?

How do I know I’m not losing myself in a relationship?

All the people around me that had kids, were quite frankly, bullies.

I don’t want to raise children in such an environment.

I wonder what goes on in their heads. “Hey I need attention, I should make a kid!”

I had an audition today and next door was this drummer just drumming, and he started tuning a snare with the door open.

The interviewer apologised for the loudness, and I said 'it's ok' out of being polite.

Is this a test to see how deaf you are or something?

Was that drummer playing normally or was he playing extra loud and I'm just not used to it? My ear did hurt after...

Also, I have this really bad habit of not saying what I think and getting all shy about it. I don't know if today I got overwhelmed by the drumming, but instead of saying 'Hey, I practice a variety of songs, I'm versatile'- I said 'My teacher told me I'm versatile'.

How do I get better at getting myself out?

And it was to protect an employee who assaulted me.

They claimed I made it up.

There was a court case about it.

But all they got was a slap on the wrist and made everyone quit. Some were promoted depending on what they did.

That's all I have to say about it.

I've seen a lot of therapists. I just feel like I didn't get what I think is in a healthy talk therapy session.

My view of therapy is that they ask you questions, you answer them, then they find something and challenge your perspective to help you.

My sessions have been me talking and crying, which does more harm, or they want to do therapy on a specific model that doesn't help me, or they're judgmental and it becomes gossip for them and I don't learn anything.

Does anyone else feel this way?

After 30 years I finally realised she was never happy for me nor wanted anything good to happen in my life.

She always discourages me in anything I do, compares me to other people and ask me why I can't be like that, then tells me I'm good for nothing, can't do anything well, etc.

She single handedly destroyed me and my dad's career and now my younger sibling is a gaming addict.

I really try to understand her and mend my relationship and perspective of her.

But honestly it's just been a gut punch after gut punch.

Oh and it's so wonderful because I'm now disabled from a work injury so I'm basically stuck with her.

I should have ran away when I was 15 and first noticed that my parents don't give a two shit about me.

Oh and I also realised all those mean comments she says about me, she's actually projecting how she feels about herself.

Thanks for ruining my life! Literally! No wonder why I have so much trouble making friends, just trying to work at my job without being bullied or assaulted, or go to class without being harassed by my classmates!

My neighbors are one of those 'we love to show off and be the normal keeping up with the kardashians' type of people.

They had been going around gossiping with other neighbors, meanwhile, they have no manners, turn up to my place unannounced, want frequent contact for no reason and they don't train their dog, who barks all the time.

I've been very cordial to them and following neighbor regulations. Well, I've had it, and decided I will gladly make their wish come true.

I've been acting like a crazy dog, well more like their crazy dog, and it's so funny to watch them asking 'What the hell is going on', 'Is it us?' (And their answer is usually 'Can't be, we're perfect, it's someone else'.

Gosh it's hilarious.

I'm attending a PTSD therapy group. I was assaulted at work.

We share our experiences, what happened, and go through exercises.

I've heard a lot of horror stories where the perp doesn't think it's their fault, or they take a route of I'm now a changed person and flaunt it everywhere.

It seems like crime happens everywhere, the law just doesn't cover it.

For my specific incident, there were laws made as a result and the criminals still didn't get prosecuted.

Does spirituality or karma even exist. I always tried my best in being a good person, and I haven't seen any 'physical' rewards.

I don't get it.

Do you think people get away with their crimes?

I'm looking to change careers.

I would like a career that would allow me to take 2-3 trips per year, each trip lasting 2-3 weeks. If I can take more trips that would be great.

I would prefer not to do night shifts, as I've been there before and it was unpleasant.

Thank you

There was a woman struggling into her purse for a trolley coin.

I happened to see one as I took my trolley out. I gave it to her, she said thanks and I went my way.

Later, a staff member came over to me to ask me to return their trolley coin because they saw me take it. I put my own in.

I said I didn't take anything.

I don't even call this petty. This is crazy behaviour.

The manager also kept telling the employees to make it a bit burnt so it looks good.

He graduated from a cooking school.

I also noticed that he and another employee had been sabotaging my work by changing the oven times.

My family got involved because they claimed I had mental issues, and claimed I was telling everyone.

It was the employees and managers there who were playing armchair psychology and diagnosing everyone through a 'quiz'.

My family 'protected' me by saying she likes cooking burnt products because we like eating burnt food and cooks everything burnt.

They forget about the times I made cakes, muffins, bread for them.

Whenever I needed with ovens, I asked other employees who I trusted to help me keep an eye out and vice versa. It's called communication.

Sometimes I wonder if the company promoted him as manager to prevent him from burning all the products.

I was accused of touching a boy's private parts in Grade 1. (Public school)

There was a period of time where we were watching movies as a class weekly. Every week, one kid got to sit on a chair while the rest of us sat on the floor to watch a tiny screen.

I wanted to watch the movie so I got closer to the chair. I was really tired and I leaned on the chair. Then the kid who was sitting on the chair, pushed his knee into me. I wasn't having it so I just pushed back.

The teacher probably saw and didn't do anything. We continued watching movies in that miserable manner week after week.

I didn't find out I was accused until years later. And this accusation crossed over to my entire high school.

The kid's mom was also a bitch. She would come to school every now and then and complain about me, how I look, how I don't have a dad (because she's a doctor who knows her stuff about child development), and how I was going to become a criminal in the future.

At school, I got asked by everyone if I liked him. They wouldn't take no for an answer. If I said yes, they would say something stupid like 'Omg I knew it! This person said, that person said'.

I also ended up in the same high school and CLASS as him. And he kept telling everybody how I liked him through elementary school, and I touched his private parts.

It turns out that it was him making shit up.

I don't think he got attention as a kid and this was the only way he got attention.

I don't really care anymore. I'm in therapy now paid for by the state and they can continue paying for the trauma they caused.

I consider this as a smear campaign.

There was a period of time where we were watching movies as a class weekly. Every week, one kid got to sit on a chair while the rest of us sat on the floor to watch a tiny screen.

I wanted to watch the movie so I got closer to the chair. I was really tired and I leaned on the chair. Then the kid who was sitting on the chair, pushed his knee into me. I wasn't having it so I just pushed back.

The teacher probably saw and didn't do anything. We continued watching movies in that miserable manner week after week.

I didn't find out I was accused until years later. And this accusation crossed over to my entire high school and my day jobs.

The kid's mom was also a bitch. She would come to school every now and then and complain about me, how I look, how I don't have a dad (because she's a doctor who knows her stuff about child development), and how I was going to become a criminal in the future.

At school, as we got older and children get interested about relationships, I got asked by everyone if I liked him. They wouldn't take no for an answer.

I also ended up in the same high school and CLASS as him. And he kept telling everybody how I liked him through elementary school, and I touched his private parts.

I don't think he got attention as a kid and this was the only way he got attention.

I don't really care anymore. I'm in therapy now paid for by the state and they can continue paying for the trauma they caused.

If a guy rapes a girl it's a slap on a wrist. If a girl was accused it's a life sentence.

Violin, Cello, Piano, Voice.

Edit: Please rank them and explain how you ranked them.

I used to belong in an influencer circle where we supported each other in our influencer career. 

Last year my influencer friend made a police report over an Instagram follower for…following her on social media and asking her a question.  The question was ‘How do you deal with bullies’. 

At first she was making fun of the follower’s Instagram, her photos, her hair, her poses, etc, but she wanted to make it a huge deal where she’s a victim of stalking and wanted to involve all of us in gathering evidence about this follower. 

Most of us distanced ourselves from her, but without letting her know exactly why. I don’t influence anymore. We still follow each other on social media because we don’t want to end up like the follower. (Yes I know, I’m a coward.) 

I don’t know if that lack of friends was too much for her, but a few months later she announced that she was going to have a baby. She’s now a mom influencer who argues with other moms who try to give her advice because her baby is crying on camera and she’s laughing about it. 

…

It’s been over an year now and she’s still obsessed over this random follower and she acts as if she’s in a huge competition to see who is the bigger influencer by making similar posts that the follower posted (e.g. outfits, hair, etc).

I don’t think the follower is an influencer. 

I don’t know if she also had the baby because this follower said in one of her posts that it was her dream to become a mom one day.

Since when did having children become a competition as well.

I would really like to unfollow her without her going crazy.