I sometimes feel intensely resentful that so many opportunities out there are not for me simply because I am an international student…I see why that’s the case, but that doesn’t make my bitterness go away.
AGAIN???
dear friend, just once could it not be about YOU?
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I’m sad. A co-worker of 20 years - a much beloved teacher - passed on Friday. Then I get a call my aunt has suffered a massive heart attack and will likely not recover. When I call to tell my daughter, she and SIL are visiting her MIL who has been told she has 3-6 months to live. None of these events are without warning, but it is so much at once. 
okay, so I have skipped thousands of posts and can’t expect anyone to care about mine.
sometimes I feel like rattling the cages of CC posters. whoopdie do - they are concerned about so called top LACs when there is so much life outside their region…
outsider here, more often challenging…
and why couldn’t sister’s H tell me how long my son’s hair currently is- they just saw him- it was long when he visited us in Jan and I am curious- “appropriate” is not an answer. Curious as he may have long/short hair. plus/minus facial hair, all combinations appropriate. geez, judgement not the issue… thank goodness that as adults we don’t need to be with sibs any more, nor their choices in spouses…
You are drinking yourself to death and it is hard to watch.
Do you really have to insert political references in every thread? Not everything in life comes down to who the POTUS is.
I really want you to knock this out of the park. (Just please don’t screw it up.)
Wow. We ALL KNOW where your kid has been accepted. And enrolling. We’ve heard about your kid’s college process/decision ad nauseum. To announce that she got accepted to Elite College (which she is not attending, but others would give their left arm to attend) is just rubbing salt into the wounds of those whose kids were rejected there. No reason to open your mouth anymore.
Truly awed and humbled by what I saw yesterday.
Expectations and dread for the prospects are crushing and heavy.
Please stop whining about your kid being sooo homesick and you missing her sooo much. We all know you live an hour’s drive from the school. Go take her to lunch. Have some consideration for those of us 1,690 miles away… or from another country.
Oh, my gosh, the most incompetent architect EVER… And now my client has to pay for my time to deal with your stupidity.
Please don’t pretend you know what I’m talking about - just ASK me, and work with me until you get it.
I can’t believe you’re gone. I always thought I’d be able to talk with you one last time, and I’m so sorry we didn’t get that chance. You were such an awesome mother, and I will miss you every day.
I liked things the way they were.
You’ve crossed a line. I don’t know that there’s any going back.
Revenge can be sweet after all
I’ve made lots of compromises for last 8 years. I am not going to make another for my graduate program or I will be full of resentment.
I know I’ve vented about this in the past, but please allow me another go-round.
I know I play the mom card in class a lot. It’s a Senior math course, and some of you struggle a bit, and I think it helps you to know I’m on your side.
But I’m NOT YOUR MOM. And, furthermore, my kids are NOT your siblings!!! I know you went to elementary school with my daughter, and as a result you have our home phone number. And I appreciate that this time around, neither you nor your mom called my home the night before today’s big exam. But texting my daughter-- at the first night of her brand new job-- to say you’re having calculator issues and need my help-- is NOT OK.
We reviewed a full week in class for this exam. I was available via email up until 7:30 pm last night. But at that point, my younger daughter was saying goodbye to her best friend of 15 years, who moved out of state last night. So, sorry,my REAL kids took precedence over the fact that you were having yet another last minute crisis as you crammed for my test.
I think you’re going to have a very difficult time in college. And I’ll be very glad to see you go. As nice as you are, you simply do not understand boundaries-- your mom taught you well that boundaries are for other people.
Thoughts today also go out to my son, who is going to NYC today to attend the funeral for the firefighter killed a few days ago.
Days like this make my pray even harder every single time you go out on a call.