u/Old-Cauliflower9407

Hey guys!!
am currently dual-enrolled at a California community college. I am considering taking the HiSET, completing my community-college transfer requirements, transferring to a competitive university such as UCLA or USC, and eventually attending law school to become a corporate attorney.
i would really like to hear from someone who completed all or part of this route. i especially have questions about leaving high school early, applying as a transfer student, choosing community-college courses, honors programs, transferring to a competitive university, and whether this path affected law-school admission.
if you followed a similar path and would be comfortable answering a few questions, please comment. thx!!!

hey guys! i am currently dual-enrolled at a California community college. i am considering taking the HiSET, completing my community-college transfer requirements, transferring to a competitive university such as UCLA or USC, and eventually attending law school to become a corporate attorney.
i would really like to hear from someone who completed all or part of this route. i especially have questions about leaving high school early, applying as a transfer student, choosing community-college courses, honors programs, transferring to a competitive university, and whether this path affected law-school admission.
if you followed a similar path and would be comfortable answering a few questions, please comment. thx!!

ok so i just finished watching this movie for the second time, i am not really into the looking into things or really reaching and taking the time to look outside of the box for movies and film in general so forgive me if the question is a bit “dumb”. But something that i noticed after watching the movie the second time was the end and most importantly the fact that nicki kept saying to bear when he was in the bathroom that they should “break up” and if space is what he needed then they should take some time apart, but i am assuming bear was too focused on killing himself that he wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. And lets say she really did want to break up with him why did she wish for him to love her as much as she does with him? again this question was probably already asked so i am sorry. i am only assuming she said that so he wouldn’t kill himself but why wouldn’t she just break down the door and stop him herself? or what if he walked out when she said that and they really did take space ik thats crazy and prolly would’ve never happened but what if? what would that look like? this also brings up another point that i was making, what if bear only liked nicki a lil bit and when he saw that she was making moves on him he decided he didn’t like her and didn’t want to date her how would “freaky nicki” react?

I thought

I have done everything to please you.

I have given you my life,

yet you are still not pleased.

All I have ever asked for

is to be loved.

You said:

“How can I be proud

if I am so disappointed?”

And I answered

you know what? I am too.

I am disappointed in myself

for ever believing

I could make you proud,

for trading my happiness

for the hope of your satisfaction.

Still not happy.

Still disappointed.

You have never changed,

and I hate myself

for thinking I could be the exception

for thinking that with me

you wouldn’t be so blue,

so angry.

But the more I grow,

the harder you become

like cement.

I never truly stood up to you,

and because of that

I fear I will never heal.

I will keep breaking my back,

washing your feet

until they are dry

and you will still complain.

Your love is supposed to be unconditional,

yet you carry a manual.

It cannot be bought,

cannot be earned

and maybe that is why

I tried so hard.

I thought being your daughter

meant empathy,

meant compassion.

But I see now

you are ruthless,

never pure.

“How do you expect me to be perfect

when you are so flawed?”

You are blind to yourself.

The more I knew you,

the more I saw

you bury your head in the sand,

so hard

a coconut would shatter

before your skull ever would.

And I remember

I always remember

the words you once gave me:

“If you don’t take it,

you should just kill yourself.”

The first thing I heard

when I finally stood up.

You trapped me,

yet expect me to fly

to find happiness.

But how can I,

when you are always

hovering above me,

blocking the sky?

I thought

I have done everything to please you.

I have given you my life,

yet you are still not pleased.

All I have ever asked for

is to be loved.

You said:

“How can I be proud

if I am so disappointed?”

And I answered

you know what? I am too.

I am disappointed in myself

for ever believing

I could make you proud,

for trading my happiness

for the hope of your satisfaction.

Still not happy.

Still disappointed.

You have never changed,

and I hate myself

for thinking I could be the exception

for thinking that with me

you wouldn’t be so blue,

so angry.

But the more I grow,

the harder you become

like cement.

I never truly stood up to you,

and because of that

I fear I will never heal.

I will keep breaking my back,

washing your feet

until they are dry

and you will still complain.

Your love is supposed to be unconditional,

yet you carry a manual.

It cannot be bought,

cannot be earned

and maybe that is why

I tried so hard.

I thought being your daughter

meant empathy,

meant compassion.

But I see now

you are ruthless,

never pure.

“How do you expect me to be perfect

when you are so flawed?”

You are blind to yourself.

The more I knew you,

the more I saw

you bury your head in the sand,

so hard

a coconut would shatter

before your skull ever would.

And I remember

I always remember

the words you once gave me:

“If you don’t take it,

you should just kill yourself.”

The first thing I heard

when I finally stood up.

You trapped me,

yet expect me to fly

to find happiness.

But how can I,

when you are always

hovering above me,

blocking the sky?

Greed is a man’s best friend

not dogs, nor cats, nor gold in open hand.

Some call it wealth,

money well spent,

a quiet life that asks for nothing more.

But I think not.

I know this

a man’s truest companion is greed.

It never leaves.

It waits

in hunger, in abundance,

in the silence between wanting and having.

Not his alone,

but shared by billions

a language without words,

spoken in every choice.

Where did empires go?

Or did they fall

or simply become something else?

Why do cheaters cheat?

Or were they only honest

about what we all desire?

Why do the rich grow richer,

and the poor fall deeper

or is it that both

are bound to the same hunger?

There is one thing behind it all

’tis thee

O Greed, sweet poison none escape.

A curse, we say

yet we feed it,

name it ambition,

call it survival.

It lives not just within us,

but through us

the hand that builds,

and the hand that ruins.

Greed

not merely a poison,

but the quiet truth

we refuse to confess.