u/Urtuwazi

عنا اي نادي او منتخب وكيف ممكن انضم؟ بتمنى تفيدوني ومشكورين

what should I exactly write in curriculum vitae? I don't have any valid work experience .. I only worked part time jobs at my country and I don't think they would consider it. is there an official form ? I can't find an official form on DAAD website

I've been REALLY suffering from this problem. I'm a 24F and whenever I tell a man in my life that I'm a bisexual they ran away. They think that I only want to do it with women just because my past relationships were with women. Yeah I do like women but I also like men and I really want .. no I NEED to be with one. I'm curious about it and I'm desiring it but it seems like I either have to lie about my sexuality or forget about it. So tired of this tbh.

Edit: I know the title says sex but I meant a relationship (or even just sex whatever it is.)

I'm 24F and I had a really weird dream today... I dreamt about my middle school female teacher wanting to r*pe me and my friends .. and the weird thing that I didn't wake up even though it was so disgusting and disturbing and scary .. and in general.. these days I keep having these kind of dreams and I can't wake up until morning.. and when I actually do I feel so tired .. like I was workingout not sleeping .. please help me

Hi, I want to study a math master program in Germany. But I'm afraid I'm gonna end up with a teaching career, and I DO NOT want that. That's why if there is anyone here in Germany who has a math degree .. I want to ask you if there is any other option for this degree.. thank you!

Hi, I want to study a math master program in Germany. But I'm afraid I'm gonna end up with a teaching career, and I DO NOT want that. That's why if there is anyone here in Germany who has a math degree .. I want to ask you if there is any other option for this degree.. thank you!

I'm a Master's student and I'm genuinely confused about a situation with one of my professors.

I first met her during my undergrad. She was new to the university, pretty young compared to most professors, and honestly very easy to talk to. The age gap between us is only around 5 years.

She was one of those professors who could make you actually enjoy a subject. Smart, funny, passionate about what she taught, and she treated students like actual human beings.

I won't lie, I admired her a lot.

I used to stay after lectures to ask questions and she'd always help. One day she asked for my number because she wanted to send me a file to distribute to the class. She didn't want her number shared with everyone, so I became the middle person between her and the students.

I post a lot of WhatsApp stories. Memes, random thoughts, pictures from my day, whatever.She started reacting to them. We'd chat here and that's it. Nothing crazy.

I ended up getting one of the highest grades in her course and she congratulated me. After that we slowly lost contact, especially after I graduated.

A while later I ran into her by chance while I was at the university picking up some paperwork.

During our conversation she told me something that surprised me. She said she genuinely enjoyed my WhatsApp stories, that they made her laugh, and that she loved hearing my little stories about life. She even told me not to stop posting because she liked keeping up with my updates.

At the time I didn't think much of it. Because, where I'm from same-sex relationships are heavily taboo, so my brain automatically interpreted everything through a completely platonic lens.

Then I started my Master's. She was teaching one of my courses, which meant we suddenly started seeing each other all the time again.

At first everything was completely normal and academic. Then things started happening that I honestly still don't know how to interpret.

The first incident happened after a lab session. Everyone had already left except the two of us. She was helping me with something on my laptop. I was sitting and she was standing behind me, leaning over my shoulder to see the screen. At some point she rested one hand on my shoulder while explaining something. Then she suddenly squeezed my shoulder and said: "Has anyone ever told you your perfume smells really nice?" I immediately felt my face getting hot. I laughed awkwardly and said thank you. She gently moved her hand on my shoulder and said: "No, seriously. I'm telling you the truth." I don't know why, but the whole interaction stayed in my head for weeks.

Then came the second incident.

A few weeks later I went to her office with some friends to ask about an assignment. We got our answer and were about to leave when she suddenly called my name and told me to stay in her office then she looked at my friends and told them they could go. After they left she told me to close the door.

At that point I thought I was in trouble or something. I asked if there was a problem. She said: "No. I just feel like talking to you a little more." I remember feeling confused. I asked, "About what?" Instead of answering, she got up from behind her desk and sat right next to me. Not across from me. Right next to me. And said she wanted to make sure I'm not struggling with my studies and 'normal' stuff like that. I told her how anxious I am and we talked a little bit but she was looking at me the whole time like she's studying me. You may think I'm exaggerating but istg something about her gaze was different. I've been in a relationship before so I know these kind of 'tension' let's say ..

She told me that I'm one of the smartest students she's ever met and that she is confident about me getting high marks. And here I made a "joke" .. I told her "Ofc I'm smart .. I've learned from the best" .. I said that with nothing in my mind .. I didn't mean it in a flirty way per say .. because I really admired her and felt like she is one of the best professors in our university. But what came next was unexpected.. her cheeks got red and she told me "C'moooon you are just saying that to get good marks" I told her that I meant it and then the atmosphere changed .. we had an eye contact that felt like forever .. she broke the silence "if you keep saying things like this I might not be able to stop myself" Ngl .. I was getting hot when she said that .. like I was LITERALLY screaming in my head .. so I told her "then don't" .. she leaned in and placed her hand on my thigh and whisperd "be careful what you are asking for" and then for a moment .. for a moment we were about to kiss but someone knocked the door and we immediately got up and she told me to leave .. just like this 🫠.

Since that day, she's been avoiding me completely. In lectures, she won't look at me at all. When I have to talk to her about my studies, she avoids eye contact as much as physically possible. She leaves quickly after meetings. She doesn't react to my stories anymore. It's like a wall went up overnight.

I'm really scared and confused. Please help me understand. Did I cross a boundary here? Or was she the one who initiated everything? Is she avoiding me because she's uncomfortable with what happened… or because she wants more and is scared of her own feelings? How badly is this going to affect my academic path? Should I confront her directly? Ask her what's wrong? Or pretend nothing happened and let her come to me? Is there any way to fix this without ruining my Master's degree?

And honestly… what if I want this? What if I don't want her to stop?

I feel like I'm going crazy. One minute she's touching my thigh, the next she won't even look at my face. Help.

I’m a woman in my mid-20s living in a very homophobic country, and lately I’ve been overwhelmed by this constant feeling that my life is slipping away before it even started.

One of the things that hurts the most is feeling like my entire twenties — the years people call the “prime” of youth, beauty, desire, and freedom — might pass without me ever getting to experience love or sex naturally. Not because I don’t want to, but because my environment makes it almost impossible.

Another thing that makes me deeply sad is that even if I somehow manage to leave and build a life elsewhere, I feel like I already lost the kind of love story I always wanted. I know this sounds naive, but I grieve the idea of growing up alongside someone. Being childhood friends, high school best friends, college lovers… all those ordinary experiences people take for granted.

Instead, my future probably looks like downloading dating apps in a foreign country and trying to build intimacy from scratch with strangers. And I hate that. I hate how artificial it feels to me.

And the worst part is this: even if I eventually meet the perfect woman and spend the rest of my life with her, I still wouldn’t truly “have it all.” Because I wouldn’t be able to share that happiness with my family or most of my friends. They would never accept me.

So even in the best-case scenario — escaping, starting over, finding love — there’s still so much loss attached to it: Starting from zero in another country, cultural differences, loneliness, lack of support, feeling disconnected from everyone who knew me before.

Sometimes it feels like no possible future leads to real happiness. Like I’m trapped no matter what I do.