u/peculiar_hobo

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Im applying for phy hons at NC (Stephen's or Hindu) what are my chances

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July of 2018 I shifted to this small village named Iom in the middle of nowhere .Never thought I would end up living in the boonies after trying so hard to get out but nonetheless I was there away from all those damn cubicles that had put me on God knows how many anxiety meds .

The people here were friendly but only on the surface the longer I stayed here the more I noticed how aloof and indifferent they were . Despite the small size of the village there wasn't any sense of community , they only left the house for chores or jobs , not that it bothered me.

As I was wandering around one day I came across an old shrine of what I assumed was a local deity, nothing uncommon until I saw the offerings , they had a rather unpleasant smell and their quantity was unusual considering the shrine was on the outskirts of the village but I didn't think much of it for remote places had unusual beliefs and peculiar cuisine.

The next morning I was greeted by my neighbour (odd but eh) we talked about some trivial stuff about what I did before,why I was here etc and then out of curiosity I asked him about the shrine he seemed a bit taken aback but told me that It originated from an old folklore when I inquired he declined visibly unsettled I did manage to get the name of the deity out of him (I will continue referring to it as the deity for this story the reason will become clear later on ) after which he rushed home I was confused but the interaction and the shrine had reminded me of my brief obsession with the occult back in middle school so I went home to look it up online.

My week long attempt to find this deity was largely in vain except for one article by some no name journalist from half a decade ago I found while sitting on my roof . It started off by explaining the folktale that the neighbour had mentioned it was about a family that lived here back in the 1800s they had a daughter and a donkey they used to keep for their cart but they never treated it like an animal it was part of the family the daughter particularly loved him she even ate with him often ,a happy family in a small village they worked,they laughed,they had dinner together each day but the father had a short temper he would often get into a fight with the mother and one day something pushed him over the edge and he killed the three of them and took his own life the next . And their anger, regret, horror and helplessness created a curse that manifested as a donkey which now wandered the village driven by its desire for a happy family anybody that said its name or looked at its face it took that as a gesture of "love" and it followed them constantly until they went mad and killed themselves and then it ate the corpse forever making its victim a part of itself—this unsettled me because there was a donkey I had seen wondering from the village as I sat on my roof the past week , people seemed to avoid it but before paranoia could get me I took hold of myself because this was obviously due to either superstition or disgust at the filthy animal with matted fur.

Regardless of my rationale i spent the night deep inside my blanket despite the summer heat.The next morning came and the sunlight was a welcome relief even if told myself this was obviously a dumb story but I just went about my business for the most part I did notice my neighbour had not left his house for a few days "i haven't seen the donkey either...." the unsettling thought came to mind NO No i would not let this dumb shit ruin my retirement and then I heard something that caused me to break into a cold sweat "LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!" it came from the neighbours house despite my dumb newfound fear I ran there but why was nobody there because I knew they had heard it but still I had to go and then I saw something that will haunt me to my death,My neighbour in his yard banging his head on a tree coloring it red and by his side stood something with gray matted fur with spots of black my blood ran cold and then it turned and I saw its face it was horrible it didn't look like the face we associate with naivety no it was a human face excessively distorted and barely recognisable I quickly looked away but it was too late, it grinned ear-to-ear revealing it's receding gums and its teeth way too human and way too many and I knew as soon as my neighbour died it would come for me and I ran to my house and locked myself in my bedroom and put curtains on akk the window hoping it would leave me but then I heard the sound of hoofs outside my door and I knew .

It's been a week since the incident sitting in my bedroom, I have run out of food but I can't leave because it's out there right outside my door with that disgusting smile.It isn't hostile but its very presence is messing with my head all those thoughts from my days in that godforsaken office come back to me i don't how long I will survive nor do I know what it will do after my death but if anybody reads this please don't come to this place. The people here are stuck and you will be too .

Oh God there are no children in this place WHY NO NO NO LEAVE LEQVE LEAADE LEAFER NOOOO FT DGGTHYXCGHYBJH

(Sorry for the horrible punctuation first try writing)

July of 2018 I shifted to this small village named Iom in the middle of nowhere .Never thought I would end up living in the boonies after trying so hard to get out but nonetheless I was there away from all those damn cubicles that had put me on God knows how many anxiety meds .

The people here were friendly but only on the surface the longer I stayed here the more I noticed how aloof and indifferent they were . Despite the small size of the village there wasn't any sense of community , they only left the house for chores or jobs , not that it bothered me.

As I was wandering around one day I came across an old shrine of what I assumed was a local deity, nothing uncommon until I saw the offerings , they had a rather unpleasant smell and their quantity was unusual considering the shrine was on the outskirts of the village but I didn't think much of it for remote places had unusual beliefs and peculiar cuisine.

The next morning I was greeted by my neighbour (odd but eh) we talked about some trivial stuff about what I did before,why I was here etc and then out of curiosity I asked him about the shrine he seemed a bit taken aback but told me that It originated from an old folklore when I inquired he declined visibly unsettled I did manage to get the name of the deity out of him (I will continue referring to it as the deity for this story the reason will become clear later on ) after which he rushed home I was confused but the interaction and the shrine had reminded me of my brief obsession with the occult back in middle school so I went home to look it up online.

My week long attempt to find this deity was largely in vain except for one article by some no name journalist from half a decade ago I found while sitting on my roof . It started off by explaining the folktale that the neighbour had mentioned it was about a family that lived here back in the 1800s they had a daughter and a donkey they used to keep for their cart but they never treated it like an animal it was part of the family the daughter particularly loved him she even ate with him often ,a happy family in a small village they worked,they laughed,they had dinner together each day but the father had a short temper he would often get into a fight with the mother and one day something pushed him over the edge and he killed the three of them and took his own life the next . And their anger, regret, horror and helplessness created a curse that manifested as a donkey which now wandered the village driven by its desire for a happy family anybody that said its name or looked at its face it took that as a gesture of "love" and it followed them constantly until they went mad and killed themselves and then it ate the corpse forever making its victim a part of itself—this unsettled me because there was a donkey I had seen wondering from the village as I sat on my roof the past week , people seemed to avoid it but before paranoia could get me I took hold of myself because this was obviously due to either superstition or disgust at the filthy animal with matted fur.

Regardless of my rationale i spent the night deep inside my blanket despite the summer heat.The next morning came and the sunlight was a welcome relief even if told myself this was obviously a dumb story but I just went about my business for the most part I did notice my neighbour had not left his house for a few days "i haven't seen the donkey either...." the unsettling thought came to mind NO No i would not let this dumb shit ruin my retirement and then I heard something that caused me to break into a cold sweat "LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!" it came from the neighbours house despite my dumb newfound fear I ran there but why was nobody there because I knew they had heard it but still I had to go and then I saw something that will haunt me to my death,My neighbour in his yard banging his head on a tree coloring it red and by his side stood something with gray matted fur with spots of black my blood ran cold and then it turned and I saw its face it was horrible it didn't look like the face we associate with naivety no it was a human face excessively distorted and barely recognisable I quickly looked away but it was too late, it grinned ear-to-ear revealing it's receding gums and its teeth way too human and way too many and I knew as soon as my neighbour died it would come for me and I ran to my house and locked myself in my bedroom and put curtains on akk the window hoping it would leave me but then I heard the sound of hoofs outside my door and I knew .

It's been a week since the incident sitting in my bedroom, I have run out of food but I can't leave because it's out there right outside my door with that disgusting smile.It isn't hostile but its very presence is messing with my head all those thoughts from my days in that godforsaken office come back to me i don't how long I will survive nor do I know what it will do after my death but if anybody reads this please don't come to this place. The people here are stuck and you will be too .

Oh God there are no children in this place WHY NO NO NO LEAVE LEQVE LEAADE LEAFER NOOOO FT DGGTHYXCGHYBJH

(Sorry for the horrible punctuation first try)

July of 2018 I shifted to this small village named Iom in the middle of nowhere .Never thought I would end up living in the boonies after trying so hard to get out but nonetheless I was there away from all those damn cubicles that had put me on God knows how many anxiety meds .

The people here were friendly but only on the surface the longer I stayed here the more I noticed how aloof and indifferent they were . Despite the small size of the village there wasn't any sense of community , they only left the house for chores or jobs , not that it bothered me.

As I was wandering around one day I came across an old shrine of what I assumed was a local deity, nothing uncommon until I saw the offerings , they had a rather unpleasant smell and their quantity was unusual considering the shrine was on the outskirts of the village but I didn't think much of it for remote places had unusual beliefs and peculiar cuisine.

The next morning I was greeted by my neighbour (odd but eh) we talked about some trivial stuff about what I did before,why I was here etc and then out of curiosity I asked him about the shrine he seemed a bit taken aback but told me that It originated from an old folklore when I inquired he declined visibly unsettled I did manage to get the name of the deity out of him (I will continue referring to it as the deity for this story the reason will become clear later on ) after which he rushed home I was confused but the interaction and the shrine had reminded me of my brief obsession with the occult back in middle school so I went home to look it up online.

My week long attempt to find this deity was largely in vain except for one article by some no name journalist from half a decade ago I found while sitting on my roof . It started off by explaining the folktale that the neighbour had mentioned it was about a family that lived here back in the 1800s they had a daughter and a donkey they used to keep for their cart but they never treated it like an animal it was part of the family the daughter particularly loved him she even ate with him often ,a happy family in a small village they worked,they laughed,they had dinner together each day but the father had a short temper he would often get into a fight with the mother and one day something pushed him over the edge and he killed the three of them and took his own life the next . And their anger, regret, horror and helplessness created a curse that manifested as a donkey which now wandered the village driven by its desire for a happy family anybody that said its name or looked at its face it took that as a gesture of "love" and it followed them constantly until they went mad and killed themselves and then it ate the corpse forever making its victim a part of itself—this unsettled me because there was a donkey I had seen wondering from the village as I sat on my roof the past week , people seemed to avoid it but before paranoia could get me I took hold of myself because this was obviously due to either superstition or disgust at the filthy animal with matted fur.

Regardless of my rationale i spent the night deep inside my blanket despite the summer heat.The next morning came and the sunlight was a welcome relief even if told myself this was obviously a dumb story but I just went about my business for the most part I did notice my neighbour had not left his house for a few days "i haven't seen the donkey either...." the unsettling thought came to mind NO No i would not let this dumb shit ruin my retirement and then I heard something that caused me to break into a cold sweat "LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!" it came from the neighbours house despite my dumb newfound fear I ran there but why was nobody there because I knew they had heard it but still I had to go and then I saw something that will haunt me to my death,My neighbour in his yard banging his head on a tree coloring it red and by his side stood something with gray matted fur with spots of black my blood ran cold and then it turned and I saw its face it was horrible it didn't look like the face we associate with naivety no it was a human face excessively distorted and barely recognisable I quickly looked away but it was too late, it grinned ear-to-ear revealing it's receding gums and its teeth way too human and way too many and I knew as soon as my neighbour died it would come for me and I ran to my house and locked myself in my bedroom and put curtains on akk the window hoping it would leave me but then I heard the sound of hoofs outside my door and I knew .

It's been a week since the incident sitting in my bedroom, I have run out of food but I can't leave because it's out there right outside my door with that disgusting smile.It isn't hostile but its very presence is messing with my head all those thoughts from my days in that godforsaken office come back to me i don't how long I will survive nor do I know what it will do after my death but if anybody reads this please don't come to this place. The people here are stuck and you will be too .

Oh God there are no children in this place WHY NO NO NO LEAVE LEQVE LEAADE LEAFER NOOOO FT DGGTHYXCGHYBJH

(I'm not good with punctuation so this will be a hard read but I wanna try)

July of 2018 I shifted to this small village named Iom in the middle of nowhere .Never thought I would end up living in the boonies after trying so hard to get out but nonetheless I was there away from all those damn cubicles that had put me on God knows how many anxiety meds .

The people here were friendly but only on the surface the longer I stayed here the more I noticed how aloof and indifferent they were . Despite the small size of the village there wasn't any sense of community , they only left the house for chores or jobs , not that it bothered me.

As I was wandering around one day I came across an old shrine of what I assumed was a local deity, nothing uncommon until I saw the offerings , they had a rather unpleasant smell and their quantity was unusual considering the shrine was on the outskirts of the village but I didn't think much of it for remote places had unusual beliefs and peculiar cuisine.

The next morning I was greeted by my neighbour (odd but eh) we talked about some trivial stuff about what I did before,why I was here etc and then out of curiosity I asked him about the shrine he seemed a bit taken aback but told me that It originated from an old folklore when I inquired he declined visibly unsettled I did manage to get the name of the deity out of him (I will continue referring to it as the deity for this story the reason will become clear later on ) after which he rushed home I was confused but the interaction and the shrine had reminded me of my brief obsession with the occult back in middle school so I went home to look it up online.

My week long attempt to find this deity was largely in vain except for one article by some no name journalist from half a decade ago I found while sitting on my roof . It started off by explaining the folktale that the neighbour had mentioned it was about a family that lived here back in the 1800s they had a daughter and a donkey they used to keep for their cart but they never treated it like an animal it was part of the family the daughter particularly loved him she even ate with him often ,a happy family in a small village they worked,they laughed,they had dinner together each day but the father had a short temper he would often get into a fight with the mother and one day something pushed him over the edge and he killed the three of them and took his own life the next . And their anger, regret, horror and helplessness created a curse that manifested as a donkey which now wandered the village driven by its desire for a happy family anybody that said its name or looked at its face it took that as a gesture of "love" and it followed them constantly until they went mad and killed themselves and then it ate the corpse forever making its victim a part of itself—this unsettled me because there was a donkey I had seen wondering from the village as I sat on my roof the past week , people seemed to avoid it but before paranoia could get me I took hold of myself because this was obviously due to either superstition or disgust at the filthy animal with matted fur.

Regardless of my rationale i spent the night deep inside my blanket despite the summer heat.The next morning came and the sunlight was a welcome relief even if told myself this was obviously a dumb story but I just went about my business for the most part I did notice my neighbour had not left his house for a few days "i haven't seen the donkey either...." the unsettling thought came to mind NO No i would not let this dumb shit ruin my retirement and then I heard something that caused me to break into a cold sweat "LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!" it came from the neighbours house despite my dumb newfound fear I ran there but why was nobody there because I knew they had heard it but still I had to go and then I saw something that will haunt me to my death,My neighbour in his yard banging his head on a tree coloring it red and by his side stood something with gray matted fur with spots of black my blood ran cold and then it turned and I saw its face it was horrible it didn't look like the face we associate with naivety no it was a human face excessively distorted and barely recognisable I quickly looked away but it was too late, it grinned ear-to-ear revealing it's receding gums and its teeth way too human and way too many and I knew as soon as my neighbour died it would come for me and I ran to my house and locked myself in my bedroom and put curtains on akk the window hoping it would leave me but then I heard the sound of hoofs outside my door and I knew .

It's been a week since the incident sitting in my bedroom, I have run out of food but I can't leave because it's out there right outside my door with that disgusting smile.It isn't hostile but its very presence is messing with my head all those thoughts from my days in that godforsaken office come back to me i don't how long I will survive nor do I know what it will do after my death but if anybody reads this please don't come to this place. The people here are stuck and you will be too .

Oh God there are no children in this place WHY NO NO NO LEAVE LEQVE LEAADE LEAFER NOOOO FT DGGTHYXCGHYBJH

First try at writing

(I'm not good with punctuation so this will be a hard read but I wanna try)

July of 2018 I shifted to this small village named Iom in the middle of nowhere .Never thought I would end up living in the boonies after trying so hard to get out but nonetheless I was there away from all those damn cubicles that had put me on God knows how many anxiety meds .

The people here were friendly but only on the surface the longer I stayed here the more I noticed how aloof and indifferent they were . Despite the small size of the village there wasn't any sense of community , they only left the house for chores or jobs , not that it bothered me.

As I was wandering around one day I came across an old shrine of what I assumed was a local deity, nothing uncommon until I saw the offerings , they had a rather unpleasant smell and their quantity was unusual considering the shrine was on the outskirts of the village but I didn't think much of it for remote places had unusual beliefs and peculiar cuisine.

The next morning I was greeted by my neighbour (odd but eh) we talked about some trivial stuff about what I did before,why I was here etc and then out of curiosity I asked him about the shrine he seemed a bit taken aback but told me that It originated from an old folklore when I inquired he declined visibly unsettled I did manage to get the name of the deity out of him (I will continue referring to it as the deity for this story the reason will become clear later on ) after which he rushed home I was confused but the interaction and the shrine had reminded me of my brief obsession with the occult back in middle school so I went home to look it up online.

My week long attempt to find this deity was largely in vain except for one article by some no name journalist from half a decade ago I found while sitting on my roof . It started off by explaining the folktale that the neighbour had mentioned it was about a family that lived here back in the 1800s they had a daughter and a donkey they used to keep for their cart but they never treated it like an animal it was part of the family the daughter particularly loved him she even ate with him often ,a happy family in a small village they worked,they laughed,they had dinner together each day but the father had a short temper he would often get into a fight with the mother and one day something pushed him over the edge and he killed the three of them and took his own life the next . And their anger, regret, horror and helplessness created a curse that manifested as a donkey which now wandered the village driven by its desire for a happy family anybody that said its name or looked at its face it took that as a gesture of "love" and it followed them constantly until they went mad and killed themselves and then it ate the corpse forever making its victim a part of itself—this unsettled me because there was a donkey I had seen wondering from the village as I sat on my roof the past week , people seemed to avoid it but before paranoia could get me I took hold of myself because this was obviously due to either superstition or disgust at the filthy animal with matted fur.

Regardless of my rationale i spent the night deep inside my blanket despite the summer heat.The next morning came and the sunlight was a welcome relief even if told myself this was obviously a dumb story but I just went about my business for the most part I did notice my neighbour had not left his house for a few days "i haven't seen the donkey either...." the unsettling thought came to mind NO No i would not let this dumb shit ruin my retirement and then I heard something that caused me to break into a cold sweat "LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU!" it came from the neighbours house despite my dumb newfound fear I ran there but why was nobody there because I knew they had heard it but still I had to go and then I saw something that will haunt me to my death,My neighbour in his yard banging his head on a tree coloring it red and by his side stood something with gray matted fur with spots of black my blood ran cold and then it turned and I saw its face it was horrible it didn't look like the face we associate with naivety no it was a human face excessively distorted and barely recognisable I quickly looked away but it was too late, it grinned ear-to-ear revealing it's receding gums and its teeth way too human and way too many and I knew as soon as my neighbour died it would come for me and I ran to my house and locked myself in my bedroom and put curtains on akk the window hoping it would leave me but then I heard the sound of hoofs outside my door and I knew .

It's been a week since the incident sitting in my bedroom, I have run out of food but I can't leave because it's out there right outside my door with that disgusting smile.It isn't hostile but its very presence is messing with my head all those thoughts from my days in that godforsaken office come back to me i don't how long I will survive nor do I know what it will do after my death but if anybody reads this please don't come to this place. The people here are stuck and you will be too .

Oh God there are no children in this place WHY NO NO NO LEAVE LEQVE LEAADE LEAFER NOOOO FT DGGTHYXCGHYBJH

This is probably gonna be too long and mostly a pity party so just wanna get that out the way

I never studied for competitive exams in 11th,12th (I now see it was dumb) because engineering didn't interest me(also I always felt jee would be impossible for me)and I didn't know any other so I mostly just studied cbse level and did some dumbfuckery in school,came home did school work and studied some and just did other tomfoolery and two years went I just planned to give cuet have fun studying science for 3-4 more years and get a govt job but in Jan my father told me about IAT and made me fill the form I didn't care much for it in the beginning but the more i thought about the more this felt more like what I wanted to do but obviously with boards and my lazy ass behaviour it obviously didn't work out but this was the first time fucking up an exam affected me that much I wanna take a drop but don't know if even after a drop I'll be able to do this

I have enough marks for Hindu and borderline for Stephen's but which is better(trying to make a pref list)

Also I know hostels are hard to get but if I do get one is there a regular water supply cause I saw someone say there wasn't