u/uyuchoo_

This is kind of a tricky question, so excuse me if I word it wrong.

First off, I have a plan to get the fuck out of the US.

After highschool, I want to take time off to work, maybe a year or two. But that could affect my eligibility for acceptance if I wait too long to go to college.

So, hypothetically: If I attend highschool in the US, and move to Australia, will they accept that highschool since it's not in the same country?

Or

If I attend a community college here and go out there for University, will they accept the college I already did in the US?

Or

If I attend all college here in the US, then move out to Australia for medschool, will they accept all my college?

ORRR

If I attend ALL school here in the US, then move to Australia to be a SURGEON (my goal), will they accept me/hire me despite me doing everything in the US?

Which one seems like the best option?

I'm already worried if it's possible because I have to have so many documents and the student visa thing and CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment or something) and figure out the college I want to attend before I move there which will be hard because I won't know if they'll accept me because of everything above.

This is kind of a tricky question, so excuse me if I word it wrong.

First off, I have a plan to get the fuck out of the US.

After highschool, I want to take time off to work, maybe a year or two. But that could affect my eligibility for acceptance if I wait too long to go to college.

So, metaphorically: If I attend highschool in the US, and move to Australia, will they accept that highschool since it's not in the same country?

Or

If I attend a community college here and go out there for University, will they accept the college I already did in the US?

Or

If I attend all college here in the US, then move out to Australia for medschool, will they accept all my college?

ORRR

If I attend ALL school here in the US, then move to Australia to be a SURGEON (my goal), will they accept me/hire me despite me doing everything in the US?

Which one seems like the best option?

I'm already worried if it's possible because I have to have so many documents and the student visa thing and CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment or something) and figure out the college I want to attend before I move there which will be hard because I won't know if they'll accept me because of everything above.

Also, can I get a permanent visa instead of a student visa so it doesn't expire, or no?

This is kind of a tricky question, so excuse me if I word it wrong.

First off, I have a plan to get the fuck out of the US.

After highschool, I want to take time off to work, maybe a year or two. But that could affect my eligibility for acceptance if I wait too long to go to college.

So, metaphorically: If I attend highschool in the US, and move to Australia, will they accept that highschool since it's not in the same country?

Or

If I attend a community college here and go out there for University, will they accept the college I already did in the US?

Or

If I attend all college here in the US, then move out to Australia for medschool, will they accept all my college?

ORRR

If I attend ALL school here in the US, then move to Australia to be a SURGEON (my goal), will they accept me/hire me despite me doing everything in the US?

Which one seems like the best option?

I'm already worried if it's possible because I have to have so many documents and the student visa thing and CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment or something) and figure out the college I want to attend before I move there which will be hard because I won't know if they'll accept me because of everything above.

This is kind of a tricky question, so excuse me if I word it wrong.

First off, I have a plan to get the fuck out of the US.

After highschool, I want to take time off to work, maybe a year or two. But that could affect my eligibility for acceptance if I wait too long to go to college.

So, metaphorically: If I attend highschool in the US, and move to Australia, will they accept that highschool since it's not in the same country?

Or

If I attend a community college here and go out there for University, will they accept the college I already did in the US?

Or

If I attend all college here in the US, then move out to Australia for medschool, will they accept all my college?

ORRR

If I attend ALL school here in the US, then move to Australia to be a SURGEON (my goal), will they accept me/hire me despite me doing everything in the US?

Which one seems like the best option?

I'm already worried if it's possible because I have to have so many documents and the student visa thing and CoE (Confirmation of Enrollment or something) and figure out the college I want to attend before I move there which will be hard because I won't know if they'll accept me because of everything above.

I am not asking for medical advice. I have this question for surgeons or anyone that knows the answer, because I am going to be a general surgeon.

First, I AM NOT. DOING IT FOR THE MONEY.

I am just asking, as everyone keeps telling me that I'm gonna be so insanely rich and be able to pay off all my college and retire. But everyone says that surgeons are so underpaid, is that true?

Obviously they get paid way more than the average person, but everyone keeps saying that even then, that's not enough.

HOW underpaid are they? I know it depends on the hospital, speciality, location, experience, etc,. But if you could put in an average number, what would the money look like hourly, weekly, biweekly, monthly, and yearly.

Everyone I ask says something different.

Thank you all! (\*＞∇＜)ﾉ

I am not asking for medical advice.

I am 16 and I had a bad, humiliating experience happen to be when I was around 11-13, can't remember. I had to do a full body exam and the doctor told me she had to look down there for a checkup. She told me she was going to do a small little peak and move on. Which she did, but when she did she proceeded to laugh with my mom about normal fucking body functions that EVERYONE has.

Anyways, since then I feel genuinely so uncomfortable doing exams, ESPECIALLY with my mom in the room.

Not to mention, she's been forcing me sooooo hard to get an exam down there. She keeps saying they HAVE to no matter if I say no or not. And she keeps saying she's gonna make them do it and they have to listen to her.

Is this true? I'm fucking 16 and I don't want them to do a full vaginal exam bro 😭 If I say no, will they genuinely do it anyways? I'm so scared to go just because of that. And PLEASE tell me if they have to, they'll kick her out the room.

TTDR:

CAN I SAY NO TO A GENITAL EXAM AT 16 AND WILL THEY LISTEN PLEASEEEE??

(in the US)

I am not asking for medical advice. I have this question for surgeons or anyone that knows the answer, because I am going to be a general surgeon.

First, I AM NOT. DOING IT FOR THE MONEY.

I am just asking, as everyone keeps telling me that I'm gonna be so insanely rich and be able to pay off all my college and retire. But everyone says that surgeons are so underpaid, is that true?

Obviously they get paid way more than the average person, but everyone keeps saying that even then, that's not enough.

HOW underpaid are they? I know it depends on the hospital, speciality, location, experience, etc,. But if you could put in an average number, what would the money look like hourly, weekly, biweekly, monthly, and yearly.

Everyone I ask says something different.

Thank you all! (*＞∇＜)ﾉ

I had a dream:

Me and Skylar were walking down an attraction street when we approached a giant sculpture of a beautiful woman. Her face was soft and filled with hope but also fear—as if she was scared to live to the fullest. Her skin was pale, her hair short and wavy, and she was about 5"8.

We read her description on the stone pedal, and learned more about her. When she was sculpted, when she was planted here...

We looked at each other as if we both had an idea. "Maybe we should use our powers on her and give her a chance at life?" Skylar suggested with excitement.

"That's a great idea. Everything deserves life, even stone. Maybe it could even fix her sadness!" I replied with hope in my eyes. Too much hope.

So, that's what we did. We gave her life. She was no longer a statue.

And after that, everyday we kept checking on her. We had an office where we sat at a desk and her across from us like a therapy meeting. It was going well! We gave her advice on how to live in this world.

She was soft-spoken and beautiful. Shy and frightful. Dainty and worrisome.

"I don't know... I'm scared, I've never done this before..!" She whined, fidgeting with her shaky fingers. Perhaps they ached from being stuck in one, restricted position for so long.

"Don't worry, you got this! Is that your boyfriend in there?" I asked her, pointing outside of the room to a guy that entered with her. He was lanky and wore a headset over his head and glasses. He carried a computer and beneath it a magazine. He seemed to be waiting for her.

"Oh..! No.. That's my friend. He brings me comfort for some reason." She explained, looking back at him with a curious yet scared look. She didn't understand much feeling.

"You got this, girl. Just go live a little!" I told her with a smile, hoping to reassure her. But it only seemed to fill her with unease.

"Live...?" She repeated to herself, getting lost in her thoughts.

Despite us telling her to live a bit and enjoy life, the exact opposite happened. She had gotten into a car accident.

Me and Skylar panicked, blaming ourselves for this. Maybe we fixed something we shouldn't have. Maybe it was never broken. What have we done, bringing this poor girl into a world she never knew how to live in?

But isn't that the moral of every story? The beginning of every life?

She came in the next day after the accident. She was like a completely different person. Or maybe the same, just more... released?

She was panicking, frantic, and fearful, like her mind was the thing affected by the crash. She kept babbling on about "what if's" and "how's". "What if I was never meant to be here?!" "I can't find myself!" "What do I do!"

It seemed like she was misplaced. Like something was calling out to her because she was never meant to be there in the first place. And she couldn't take it anymore.

We tried to calm her down, to tell her to just focus on things that make her happy and relaxed. She listened as much as she could, and with a deep, shaky breath, she left the room and went outside with her friend.

He was out waiting in the room, where he grabbed her hand and took her outside in the cold night. "How are you feeling?" he asked her gently, seeming to know what to do to make her feel better.

She couldn't calm down, couldn't stop moving or panicking. "I.. I don't..." Couldn't even get her thoughts together.

He put a hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention for just a second. "You need to calm down." He ordered firmly. It would seem mean to anyone else, but to her it snapped her out of it. As much as it could, anyway.

"Here, why don't you tell me about this?" He suggested, opening a magazine to a certain page and showed it to her. Her eyes darted to the paper and in an instant, her face dropped. Not in a scared way or shocked way... But familiarity and urgency.

Immediately she grabbed the magazine, her eyes scanning all the images and all the words. When she did, her face dropped again, this time relaxing.

He noticed the different emotions washing over her as she scanned the paper. It was like he knew something she didn't. He knew who she truly was.

He took this opportunity to get more information. "Tell me about it." he pushed gently.

With a soft sigh, she grazed her fingers over the images on the paper. Images of sculptures and statues. She had no memory of ever being one in the first place. The only thing she knew was that she had never been... here–on earth.

"They're beautiful..." was all she said, the images filling her with peace and serenity.

He smiled to himself, letting her hold the paper a little longer so that she could bask in the calm. She deserved it after all and her silence was rare.

The very next day, she came back to our office. She seemed to be restless again, this time more frustrated.

"Tell us what's going on..." Skylar spoke up gently, both our expressions filled with worry. We knew this was our fault, but we didn't word it to her.

"I can't do this! I don't know what living is—o-or how I even got here, I know nothing!-" She sighed sharply before standing up and rushing out the room.

She got to her friend's side, where he abruptly got up and stopped her from running. "Stop it." he said sternly. "Tell me what it is."

"I can't do this!" she cried, her entire body shuddering with fear and unease. "Nothing makes me 'happy'! I don't know what I'm here for!"

Her friend sighed and pulled out the magazine again. "Well, I have noticed that when you talk about this... it makes you really happy."

She looked down at the paper again and stared at the images for a while. In the span of a second, it was like something dawned on her. Realization... memories... maybe even the answer to a life. A life that wasn't about living.

She let out a sigh, her jaw clenched in frustration, as if she finally made a decision and knew who to blame. She knew what she needed. And she was upset that she didn't realize sooner.

She looked back at him, her gaze filled with finality, and so was his. A silent goodbye because they both knew what was best for her. He nodded gently, an okay for her to move on—to make herself happy and to not worry about anyone else, not even him. Even if it hurt him deeply to let her go.

Loving someone means understanding and supporting what they truly want and need. And sometimes that want or need can hurt you.

That's where sacrifice come in.

She was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh of defeat.

"God," she spoke up out loud, closing her eyes and speaking to the only person that could fufill this for her. Her voice was steady as she said that name, for the first time she began ever speaking. "make me happy."

And in the blink of an eye, she was a sculpture. Not just any statue or sculpture. But herself again, from the beginning.

Nothing else mattered. Not me, not Skylar, not even her friend. She was peaceful again. Beautiful again. Hopeful again.

Perhaps being left alone is better. Perhaps she was living in her own way. Perhaps disturbing the dead is just as bad as disturbing the living.

What looks unusual, sad, and miserable to you– —Could be someone else's irreplaceable world. Something they can't live without.

Leave it be. Not everything needs fixing. Not because you're leaving it there to fend for itself. But because there's a high chance that it's not broken.

(The other message got removed, so I removed the bad part and reposted.)

Lord, I'm so confused, I have no clue what to do. I have no clue what to think. I know what I have to do but I feel like if I do it, I'll do it wrong and I won't meet your standards. Even if I am I feel like I'm too far behind. I feel like I'm a lost cause at this point. I keep making promises that I can't keep. I keep trying to read the Bible and trying to make a relationship with you. But the more time that pass, the more time I know that it's getting later and later, and I should start now, right? But I feel like there's no point because I'm not gonna put in the work to do it. I'm not gonna stay consistent, but I also know that without you, I can't do anything I can't be a surgeon. I can't help people. I can't make it to that future. I mean, I can... But with you, it would be so much better. I know that. But I don't know how to include you in my life. Do I just tell you to work on my life? do I tell you to help me? And walk with me? And yeah, I can tell you to do that. But will you actually? I'm scared that you won't accept me because it's been so long. I'm scared to repent, I feel like I don't know how and I've run out of repentances and sorry's. It's like I've given up on myself before you could give up on me.

It almost feels like you want something more that I can give. And I know that I can give it because you wouldn't put anything on me that I can't handle. But it just feels like it's so silent right now. And it's not about how I feel. It's about faith. Air is there and I can't always feel it, but I know it's there. I wish it was that easy. And I just read this verse where you said, "you people always want to see signs and magic and for you to believe." And I don't want it to be like that. I know that you can give that sign. But you want us to believe without it. I feel like the answer is right in my face. And yet, I still can't grasp it. And I'm scared. I started planning an entire life without you. It's like I got so distracted in earth that I forgot to include you. And now I have to pull you back into everything all over again when I could've just told you the moment it happened. Does that mean I don't need you? And I don't want you? And that you cause more trouble than good? I know that that's not true, but I planned 13 years (years of school to be a surgeon) and counting without you, without even acknowledging you. That's bad.

How do I think about you? How do I include you? How do I spend time with you without feeling dread, without feeling doom? How do I feel you with peace instead of fear and guilt? How do I not view my creator and my father as a monster that will take everything away from me if I don't even look his way? I can watch Christian-tok and I can watch funny Christian videos and I can go to church, but nothing will be the same as your word. Nothing will be the same as hearing it out of your mouth. I have the Bible, yes, and I keep getting this thought that the Bible is all in the past, therefore it doesn't count. But it does count. Because you don't change.

And I have so many questions. What about sick people? What about those children that die? I sound like everyone else but I genuinely need an answer. And I can't find a specific answer in the Bible, I can't ask Chat GPT, I can't ask anyone but you. And I don't even know if you'll give me the answer. And if you do, how do I find it? How do I know that that's the answer. How do I not be clueless about the answer that you've given me?

There's so many doubts that I have. There's so many fears that I have when I should just be a Christian. When I should just be someone that believes in God and loves Jesus and wants to go to heaven and wants relationship with God. Why is that so hard to just read the Bible? And believe and pray—why is that so hard? It feels so one-sided.

But I can't leave, I'm too involved. And if I leave, I go to hell. If I stay, I may go to hell, who knows?

I'm so worried. How do I pray? How do I repent? How do I continue my journey that is barely started?

I'm scared. Please, I'm begging you to just let me live to find it out. I really want to live for once. I finally want to have a future. I really want to be a surgeon. And I know that I can't do it without you.

Thank you for everything, and I'm sorry for so many questions. I know that you're there. I know that you love me. I know that you're forgiving and I just need to put in more work. Yeah, and I need to stop making it all about how I feel.

I'm sorry I'll work on it. But I can't promise you, because every time I do I disappoint myself, and you.

I'm scared to touch my boyfriend.. I don't know why, but I'm genuinely terrified of smelling bad around him. Whether it's if i take a crap, fart, or just body like oral or any other parts...

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He's telling me like "It's okay, you're a girl you're gonna smell good!" but what if i genuinely forget deodorant one day or don't spray enough perfume or don't brush my teeth hard enough?

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I know, it's just hygiene, it's easy, right?... But my whole life it's been a difficult thing .. I know I don't smell bad right now and I'm starting to get very good at hygiene and it'll only get better as I get older and actually get with him..

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but what if I get too comfortable and forget about ever smelling and then he smells me and doesn't tell me like... ughhh. I already told him I'd be showering everyday, washing my hair everyday (which he said no to because it can damage my locs), washing my clothes everyday, brushing my teeth like 5 times a day..

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And I'm also scared of being... ugly??? I told him he can't see me while I'm sleeping (ugly), can't see me when I just woke up (ew ugly), can't see me from me waking up all the way to like 12 pm bc ill be getting ready (i dont even wear makeup but im considering because i just cant (he HATES that idea because apparently I'm pretty already and don't need it.))

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I'm not insecure I'm just scared.. and I know this will make us very limited in what we do. Can anyone help..?