u/miille-fleurs

Hi, I’m trying to figure out what options I might have regarding my academic record at a Florida public university. I'm a first gen college student, and I'm not sure if looking for someone to counsel me on this would be appropriate.

I had a difficult time in college due to a health issue that wasn't properly diagnosed or understood, along with a controlling home situation that affected my ability to function make independent decisions about school. My grades suffered pretty badly, but I now have more medical documentation and context for what was happening during then.

I’m not looking to sue the university or expecting bad grades erased. I’m looking for advice on whether there are any administrative options still available, and counsel on how to appropriately account for these circumstances when dealing with future universities. Thank you.

apologies if this was already answered, but i’m having trouble finding a good solution. in south fl with a standard sedan, been trying to sleep with windows cracked and a fan.

don’t know if a portable a/c is worth it, or stealthy enough for urban areas. am also willing to trade in my car for an EV or something that can run cool air overnight. it’s so hot out here, but i need to do this for work. thank you.

23F, i give myself hell for not being able to speak. i'm looking for something that i can chill on virtually, practice having conversations.

ideally not something like roblox that's overrun by children. or where "fandoms"/groups exist that don't translate well to in-person groups.

also very open to games with multi-language servers. thanks!

I'm not sure of what to expect or keep in mind. She's in her 60s, retired, having lived in the US for many years. She's always been more introverted, and seems frustrated at trying to find friendships and meaningful activities here.

She misses her family, having community. There is issue though in where her family members are located; some in Moscow, a sibling in Sarov (which she'd have to meet elsewhere, of course).

She is very adamant on at least visiting. I'm not able to fully provide the socialization and sense of purpose she needs. I want to be supportive, but I'm worried.

“Students entering college sometimes perform at an unacceptable academic level…Their academic record, however, may present an insurmountable obstacle. Undergraduate students in this category who want the opportunity for a fresh start at the University without this handicap may apply for admission or readmission with the request that their prior academic record be disregarded.

In order to be considered for academic bankruptcy, a student’s combined college grade point average must be below 2.00 as calculated by the Office of Undergraduate Admission.”

i suppose most severe instance of this would be gypsy rose blanchard’s case, munchausen by proxy.

i haven’t found professionals who can understand and empathize with this kind of abuse, if it exists within a clinical subcategory.

i’m a 23 year old woman, but i still feel like a child.

a lot the bad choices i made were self-inflicted; though the trauma of being forced to stay home by my muslim parents, and minimally interact with the world, runs in vein with the pain of my own faults. and is so apparent around others my age.

i am infantilized by everyone i meet. i try to mimic more adult-like tones and expressions, but i’m seen right through. it’s exhausting and lonely.

i get by with endless and meaningless sex. a way to ensure i’m not trapped in my small mind, in the small world of my reclusive family. i am saddened when i’m noticed by men; my only substance being my surface.

i dreamt of going to college. i’d dreamt since i was in the fourth grade. i spent my early twenties mourning the loss of that dream. i sabotaged my grades, sat through ruined interviews. threw everything away for a lover that finally saw me; until my own emptiness led me away.

i’m stuck retaking boneheaded classes. i can’t get a serious job. i can’t move out, host dinner parties, go on adventures with friends. i don’t even have friends. i study frantically, but can’t discuss anything of worthiness.

i’m trying not to hate myself. i can’t relate to other muslim-raised women who fought despite their circumstances. who remained interesting even while living at home. i’m trying to see the light.

i’m a 23 year old woman, but i still feel like a child.

a lot the bad choices i made were self-inflicted; though the trauma of being forced to stay home by my muslim parents, and minimally interact with the world, runs in vein with the pain of my own faults. and is so apparent around others my age.

i am infantilized by everyone i meet. i try to mimic more adult-like tones and expressions, but i’m seen right through. it’s exhausting and lonely.

i get by with endless and meaningless copulation. a way to ensure i’m not trapped in my small mind, in the small world of my reclusive family. i am saddened when i’m noticed by others; my only substance being my surface.

i dreamt of going to college. i’d dreamt since i was in fourth grade. i spent my early twenties mourning the loss of that dream. i sabotaged my grades, sat through ruined interviews. threw everything away for a lover that finally saw me; until my own emptiness led myself away.

i’m stuck retaking boneheaded classes. i can’t get a serious job. i can’t move out, host dinner parties, go on adventures with friends. i don’t even have friends. i study frantically, but can’t discuss anything of worthiness.

i’m trying not to hate myself. i can’t relate to other muslim-raised women who fought despite their circumstances. who remained interesting even while living at home. i’m trying to see the light.

i’m a 23 year old woman, but i still feel like a child.

a lot the bad choices i made were self-inflicted; though the trauma of being forced to stay home by my muslim parents, and minimally interact with the world, runs in vein with the pain of my own faults. and is so apparent around others my age.

i am infantilized by everyone i meet. i try to mimic more adult-like tones and expressions, but i’m seen right through. it’s exhausting and lonely.

i get by with endless and meaningless sex. boyfriends are a way to ensure i’m not trapped in my small mind, in the small world of my reclusive family. i am saddened when men notice me; my only substance being my surface.

i dreamt of going to college. i’d dreamt since i was in fourth grade. i spent my early twenties mourning the loss of that dream. i sabotaged my grades, sat through ruined interviews. threw everything away for a lover that finally saw me; until my own emptiness led myself away.

i’m stuck retaking boneheaded classes. i can’t get a serious job. i can’t move out, host dinner parties, go on adventures with friends. i don’t even have friends. i study frantically, but can’t discuss anything worth mentioning.

i’m trying not to hate myself. i can’t relate to other muslim-raised women who fought despite their circumstances. who remained interesting even while living at home. i’m trying to see the light.

I'm interested in becoming an academic advisor, and potentially transitioning to private admissions consulting/case management. I'm seeing that UCLA offers an extension course in college consulting, and UC Irvine in independent consulting.

Wondering if any of these are worth the cost, especially if my degree's in a separate field, and since I've underutilized my writing skills. Thanks!

i’m going through difficult circumstances and isolation, which is compounding the depression. my bf and i have been dating for over a year, but we’d been friends prior.

the main problem, that’s worsened over time, is that we aren’t on the same level of hobbies we share. for example, he’s a high level climber.

i loved exercising in the past, but because the weight of this relationship has been so heavy, i can’t help but feel horrible about myself when i go. my progress has stalled, and i’m often trembling when we’re doing active things together. i don’t go as often alone.

same goes for cooking, tabletop games, movies, other topics of interest; i’m not as experienced and have less to discuss. i will admit, that due to bad choices and depression before dating, i wasn’t making as active of an effort to deeply engage in shareable interests with others.

i’m holding on, because i notice i’m lit up around him; in a frantic, manic sense. i still feel nauseatingly disgusted about myself, but i’m also much more capable. especially when sleeping over, i feel the most clarity about my priorities i’ve ever felt.

i know this is not ideal. i know i should not be building myself up off of one person. but i can’t resist the growth, even though it feels terrible. i have supports in my life, am in mental health treatment, yet progress is much slower.

btw, he self-describes as more religious, traditional. he’s more committed to staying together, moving in when our finances are right, and building a family. it’s all disgustingly irresistible, even though these weren’t originally my main goals.

tl;dr i’m currently not the best partner for my bf. i try my hardest to self-motivate, self-study on things we both share. it’s killing me due to obvious differences, but the clarity, growth, sense of belonging is amazing.

i’m going through difficult circumstances and isolation, which is compounding the depression. my bf and i have been dating for over a year, but we’d been friends prior.

the main problem, that’s worsened over time, is that we aren’t on the same level of hobbies we share. for example, he’s a high level climber.

i loved exercising in the past, but because the weight of this relationship has been so heavy, i can’t help but feel horrible about myself when i go. my progress has stalled, and i’m often trembling when we’re doing active things together. i don’t go as often alone.

same goes for cooking, tabletop games, movies, other topics of interest; i’m not as experienced and have less to discuss. i will admit, that due to bad choices and depression before dating, i wasn’t making as active of an effort to deeply engage in shareable interests with others.

i’m holding on, because i notice i’m lit up around him; in a frantic, manic sense. i still feel nauseatingly disgusted about myself, but i’m also much more capable. especially when sleeping over, i feel the most clarity about my priorities i’ve ever felt.

i know this is not ideal. i know i should not be building myself up off of one person. but i can’t resist the growth, even though it feels terrible. i have supports in my life, am in mental health treatment, yet progress is much slower.

btw, he self-describes as more religious, traditional. he’s more committed to staying together, moving in when our finances are right, and building a family. it’s all disgustingly irresistible, even though these weren’t originally my main goals.

tl;dr i’m currently not the best partner for my bf. i try my hardest to self-motivate, self-study on things we both share. it’s killing me due to obvious differences, but the clarity, growth, sense of belonging is amazing.

i’m going through difficult circumstances and isolation, which is compounding the depression. my bf and i have been dating for over a year, but we’d been friends prior.

the main problem, that’s worsened over time, is that we aren’t on the same level of hobbies we share. for example, he’s a high level climber.

i loved exercising in the past, but because the weight of this relationship has been so heavy, i can’t help but feel horrible about myself when i go. my progress has stalled, and i’m often trembling when we’re doing active things together. i don’t go as often alone.

same goes for cooking, tabletop games, movies, other topics of interest; i’m not as experienced and have less to discuss. i will admit, that due to bad choices and depression before dating, i wasn’t making as active of an effort to deeply engage in shareable interests with others.

i’m holding on, because i notice i’m lit up around him; in a frantic, manic sense. i still feel nauseatingly disgusted about myself, but i’m also much more capable. especially when sleeping over, i feel the most clarity about my priorities i’ve ever felt.

i know this is not ideal. i know i should not be building myself up off of one person. but i can’t resist the growth, even though it feels terrible. i have supports in my life, am in mental health treatment, yet progress is much slower.

btw, he self-describes as more religious, traditional. he’s more committed to staying together, moving in when our finances are right, and building a family. it’s all disgustingly irresistible, even though these weren’t originally my main goals.

tl;dr i’m currently not the best partner for my bf. i try my hardest to self-motivate, self-study on things we both share. it’s killing me due to obvious differences, but the clarity, growth, sense of belonging is amazing.

I have selective mutism, and I’m trying to find movies/shows to put on while doing tasks.

I was always into reading, but I find that watching stuff relevant to other people, or pieces with dialogue similar to how others speak, really helps with my social skills.

I watched Obsession (2026) recently, and while the dialogue wasn’t perfect, I came out of the theater speaking quite well - I think it being a newer project with youth-culture adjacent directors helped.

I’ve also started trying to get through the Tarantino movies (working on Pulp Fiction). They’re super relevant within pop culture, and the dialogue itself is great to discuss, but not as usable in daily life.

Please let me know! Thank you :)

wondering about the general consensus on this. ik she’s gone through a lot, but i notice that in interviews, hosts can get uneasy when she monologues; on self love, self advocacy, finding success after many years. what do you all think?

was curious after watching the latest MIB vid, though it seems like a lot is under wraps still

hey y’all, long shot that this works 😅 i was just at the Jabal coffee house; started watching the France v. England game between 6:30-7, sitting near the front door.

i noticed a guy sort of looking towards me, to my left in a group of 3. there was a vibe of us wanting to talk to each other, but unfortunately i was with my dad, which would’ve been hella awkward (arab folks get it).

i’m trying to see if there’s any way we could connect! i’ve tried contacting the coffee shop, but there didn’t seem to be a direct line/page to the location.

if there are any other methods i should try, or places to post, please let me know! thanks :)

Sorry for the vague title, essentially there’s just a lot I want to deeply know, expose myself to over various subjects (music, literature, history, art).

It feels like I’m running in circles, trying to keep up with what is relevant to people around me. I know that it’s best to build up what you enjoy most, and supplement that with learning from others.

Problem is, I have an unhealthy relationship with this acquisition. I grew up very isolated, and was never the type of person to share a cool playlist or subject; I had a select few things that I liked, and was satisfied enough to not dive deeply or broadly in.

An issue stemming from that is seeming lack of passion, which makes it very difficult to socialize. I’m most excited when someone shares their interests with me, and will fervently research them in my own time. This also helps me keep up with what’s “relevant”; but can make people feel like they’re a science project, without the same exchange of depth.

I have a lot of self-esteem issues related to not having much “depth of knowledge”. But I want to limit this to the art/music realm. For example, I’ve wanted to become involved in the underground rave scene. But it doesn’t really exist locally, and many music events have been heavily commercialized.

Sorry for the vague title, essentially there’s just a lot I want to deeply know, expose myself to over various subjects (music, literature, history, art).

It feels like I’m running in circles, trying to keep up with what is relevant to people around me. I know that it’s best to build up what you enjoy most, and supplement that with learning from others.

Problem is, I have an unhealthy relationship with this acquisition. I grew up very isolated, and was never the type of person to share a cool playlist or subject; I had a select few things that I liked, and was satisfied enough to not dive deeply or broadly in.

An issue stemming from that is seeming lack of passion, which makes it very difficult to socialize. I’m most excited when someone shares their interests with me, and will fervently research them in my own time. This also helps me keep up with what’s “relevant”; but can make people feel like they’re a science project, without the same exchange of depth.

I have a lot of self-esteem issues related to not having much “depth of knowledge”. But I want to limit this to the art/music realm. For example, I’ve wanted to become involved in the underground rave scene. But it doesn’t really exist locally, and many music events have been heavily commercialized.

Sorry for the vague title, essentially there’s just a lot I want to deeply know, expose myself to over various subjects (music, literature, history, art).

It feels like I’m running in circles, trying to keep up with what is relevant to people around me. I know that it’s best to build up what you enjoy most, and supplement that with learning from others.

Problem is, I have an unhealthy relationship with this acquisition. I grew up very isolated, and was never the type of person to share a cool playlist or subject; I had a select few things that I liked, and was satisfied enough to not dive deeply or broadly in.

An issue stemming from that is seemingly lacking passion, which makes it very difficult to socialize. I’m most excited when someone shares their interests with me, and will fervently research them in my own time. This also helps me keep up with what’s “relevant”; but can make people feel like they’re a science project, without the same exchange of depth.

I have a lot of self-esteem issues related to not having much “depth of knowledge”. But I want to limit this to the art/music realm. For example, I’ve wanted to become involved in the underground rave scene. But it doesn’t really exist locally, and many music events have been heavily commercialized.