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Human pap virus is a condition in which a non enveloped DNA virus enters and spreads on the epidermis layer in the vagina and cervix etc. To directly attack the virus you can use sea salt water (hypertonic solution) to affect the cells and it should cause the virus to shrink mucus or die and hydrogen peroxide kills 99.9% of cell wall cells and non cell walls cells. Pour the hypertonic solution into the vagina and use you finger to rub the solution into the glands and rub your cervix let it sit for 15min push it out the repeat, it should sting bc it’s an infection inside you so… do the same with 3% hydrogen peroxide. I didn’t know that majority cases of hpv was caused by co infections, I’ve been back and fourth to doctors bc I was having recurrent bc with foul discharge that wouldn’t go away it caused me to have cervicitis and every time I was tested for hpv it was negative until a month ago….. I believe I had mycoplasma or ureaplasma and it grew into hpv which is the co infection. Doctors aren’t really trying to help.

I love my girlfriend so much and I think she is the prettiest girl ever. I make an effort to make her feel beautiful. she is pretty and beautiful, and I only say it when I mean it. But I’ve noticed she barely compliments physically anymore, unless I ask “do you think I’m handsome?” then she’ll smile and say I am.
I might’ve screwed it up because in the beginning of our relationship I was stilling dealing with confidence issues, caused by a previous relationship, and didn’t know how to handle her compliments.
She also has so much going on her life that I empathise with. Her situation at home with her parents aren’t great and that has put a lot of stress on her mentally. it’s mainly to do with her struggling to find a job. Our relationship has been a bit rocky, but we had a really productive conversation and resolution earlier this week. I just didn’t mention that.
I don’t want to make her feel bad or add extra stress on her. What can I do to make myself stand out more.
I take care of my skin (expoilating cream, face scrub, blackhead remover and moisturiser)
I take care of my hair, keep it styles she loves.
I’m not the greatest physically, I’m really skinny and my back isn’t the greatest. I have scoliosis so I struggle a bit.
I know I sound like a typical dude but what can I do to look more attractive to my partner?
TLDR: What can I do to make my girlfriend compliment me more without bringing it up?

used manga price was way more expensive than I remember, unitl about last year I can find manga for less than 200yen per volume easily, sometime cheaper in bulk（全巻）, now anything on that price is basically sold, I never seen so many manga listed as sold before, the only one available are listed with price almost the same as new
Haven't been tapped in the japanese used manga market, just wondering what cause this noticeable spike in price, I dont think it's covid, I noticed this quite recently, also covid doesn't affect manga market on japan as much as it does in the west, I wonder if the rise of manga fan in the west have something to do with this
curious to here your thought

This might sound a little off, or insane, but hey! I've been called worst. The fact of the matter is I honest to God feel like I am dead. Like I died a terrible, or horrible death, and don't remember the actually dying if that makes sense. I feel like I am trapped in this alternate reality where I died a horrible death, and am forever stuck in Hell surrounded by everyone (which is no one), and constantly reminded of my shortcomings, and everything I am not. Almost rubbing it in my face how much I failed at something so simple and easy collecting.
Well, I apologize. I guess I am not the brightest when it comes to figuring out what I did to deserve to be tortured in Hell. I feel I have no control over anything I say, do, see, touch, feel, or any senses of my body. I haven't met a single person since the initial incident happened who has authentically and without reserve in guiding me to either figuring this out, or helping me, or at least comforting me so I don't freak out. Yes, there were are few (down to 1 to 2 persons) that I counted on, and confided in with my insanity crushing down in my world. Nothing makes sense anymore, and it's only getting worst. The more signs and synchronicities given to me only confuses me further from the truth.
I'm sure someone is eating this shit up like I'm some kind moron entering into their own deathtrap. I don't want to die. I have no wishfulliment whatsoever to end my life if I am alive. I would love to not survive anymore, and live. Live as in be. Of course, I want my love of my life, but I also want him to desire me as well mutually. I don't want to force anyone into anything. I want them to decide if they want to be with me, or not. Apparently, my wish was crushed and stomped on while I was already down. He has spoken, and reassured me that he is happy, and doesn't not want anything to do with me. Facts! My children, I would love more than anything to have a healthy, fun, comforting, humorous, yet serious enough to instill guidance for their future. Of course, I wish happiness and repository to my family and close enduring friends who has made a positive influence in my life. I wish for communication between me and loved ones are understood, and respected. And even on our worst days we choose to not leave any conversation open to the thought of separation. Whether trusting the person I wish to spend my life with romantically, so there is no confusion about reconciliation. In other words, we choose to stay, because loving each other is far greater than being alone the rest of our lives with them specifically. And yes, there has to be a connection as strong as my ex boyfriend and I relationship.
Somewhere in the mess of misunderstandings, judgements, name calling, and no effort was tainted by false truths surrounded by other deceitful influences. I wish to eliminate those negative intentions. I wish for hope. I wish for reconciliation. I wish for love. I wish for devotion. I wish for partnership as much as romantic intimate relationships that can and is going to last a lifetime. This special person is none other than the one I have asked for since this whole weird shit dead computer matrix shenanigans stalking drug rehab project, program, association, actors, podcast, imaginary, and extremely not nice in any way. Yeah, when all that started. I'm being nice and respectful about this too. I haven't cursed, or spoken negative upon anyone. I honest to God as humble and sincere with every genuine essence of my eternal body (dead or alive at this point) I can without a doubt in a sudden instant no questions concerns about this am sure of my decision.
Furthermore, please I am asking in the best of my ability to just help gain clarity and acceptance. If it was never in my fortune, or never to come try I am very calmly and desperately asking to stop. I swear to my daughter's, my God who is my savior in heaven, angels, holy spirit, ancestors, spirit guides, friends, family, love of my life, aand whoever is involved to just let me hurt in peace. I've hurt too long, and far too much. I can't handle any of this anymore. Honest! I can't. I have reached my limitation of pain my heart.
Please stop this. Give the wish to someone else worth deserving. You obviously, can't fulfill my wish, so no hard feelings. I didn't need it in the first place. Just let it go. I'm good with that. I just want this all the stop. You have no idea the amount of stress, mental anguish, physical damage, social isolation, and yeah pretty bad things. They're not getting better. You're making it worst which is bad. Your support is horrible. I don't want your support. If this is your way of supporting me and motiving me to inspire me then no. all wrong. Sorry to disappoint. You couldn't have been more off base than ever. I wish you to stop. No more explaining. No more complaining. No more attempting in anything really. Existing maybe. A whole lot of that. just meh or blah or depression has gone into full force and causing more pain and suffering to the point of suicide. FACTS!
And yes, once again, don't want that. Want to stay alive. Just don't want to stay alive in this mindset, house, around these mean people, and looking like a fat disgusting pig. Paraphrasing from someone mean in my life that thought it was necessary to point out how fat I am, and how much they despise me in their life. I wish them gone. That would be nice. And not gone gone. Just not around me, or if my love of my life was here he would defend me. I would hope. He's don't it before, so you know he's capable. Oh well, not waiting any longer. If it were going to happen then it would have happened already. No more waiting. No more holding on to dreams that you never wake up from, or living in fantasy land. It's not fun anymore. You ruined any kind of special event, special holiday, special trip, special gift. All Gone. I can't enjoy it. Thanks!
It's all meaningless unless you have someone you love to share it with, and I apologize. That person is NOT my dad, family, animal, ex husband, my reflection from a mirror, my past/present/future, etc. Sorry. None of that makes sense. You're not good at wish fullfillment. No offense, but just stop while you're ahead. I cann't endure another day of crying and fighting if I should kms (Kill myself- Carrie kills herself) Did I make that detailed enough to say that every day is a survival to stay alive without the notion of killing myself. And believe me that is the worst feeling in the world. I'm done. You're just going on about this is rewarding getting rid of me, or how much better the world is going to be without me inside it, or "yay" she's actually going to follow through with it. Yeah Yeah Yeah. Maybe one day. All I'm indicating is I struggle every day with staying alive long enough to make it another day without killing myself.

This might sound a little off, or insane, but hey! I've been called worst. The fact of the matter is I honest to God feel like I am dead. Like I died a terrible, or horrible death, and don't remember the actually dying if that makes sense. I feel like I am trapped in this alternate reality where I died a horrible death, and am forever stuck in Hell surrounded by everyone (which is no one), and constantly reminded of my shortcomings, and everything I am not. Almost rubbing it in my face how much I failed at something so simple and easy collecting.
Well, I apologize. I guess I am not the brightest when it comes to figuring out what I did to deserve to be tortured in Hell. I feel I have no control over anything I say, do, see, touch, feel, or any senses of my body. I haven't met a single person since the initial incident happened who has authentically and without reserve in guiding me to either figuring this out, or helping me, or at least comforting me so I don't freak out. Yes, there were are few (down to 1 to 2 persons) that I counted on, and confided in with my insanity crushing down in my world. Nothing makes sense anymore, and it's only getting worst. The more signs and synchronicities given to me only confuses me further from the truth.
I'm sure someone is eating this shit up like I'm some kind moron entering into their own deathtrap. I don't want to die. I have no wishfulliment whatsoever to end my life if I am alive. I would love to not survive anymore, and live. Live as in be. Of course, I want my love of my life, but I also want him to desire me as well mutually. I don't want to force anyone into anything. I want them to decide if they want to be with me, or not. Apparently, my wish was crushed and stomped on while I was already down. He has spoken, and reassured me that he is happy, and doesn't not want anything to do with me. Facts! My children, I would love more than anything to have a healthy, fun, comforting, humorous, yet serious enough to instill guidance for their future. Of course, I wish happiness and repository to my family and close enduring friends who has made a positive influence in my life. I wish for communication between me and loved ones are understood, and respected. And even on our worst days we choose to not leave any conversation open to the thought of separation. Whether trusting the person I wish to spend my life with romantically, so there is no confusion about reconciliation. In other words, we choose to stay, because loving each other is far greater than being alone the rest of our lives with them specifically. And yes, there has to be a connection as strong as my ex boyfriend and I relationship.
Somewhere in the mess of misunderstandings, judgements, name calling, and no effort was tainted by false truths surrounded by other deceitful influences. I wish to eliminate those negative intentions. I wish for hope. I wish for reconciliation. I wish for love. I wish for devotion. I wish for partnership as much as romantic intimate relationships that can and is going to last a lifetime. This special person is none other than the one I have asked for since this whole weird shit dead computer matrix shenanigans stalking drug rehab project, program, association, actors, podcast, imaginary, and extremely not nice in any way. Yeah, when all that started. I'm being nice and respectful about this too. I haven't cursed, or spoken negative upon anyone. I honest to God as humble and sincere with every genuine essence of my eternal body (dead or alive at this point) I can without a doubt in a sudden instant no questions concerns about this am sure of my decision.
Furthermore, please I am asking in the best of my ability to just help gain clarity and acceptance. If it was never in my fortune, or never to come try I am very calmly and desperately asking to stop. I swear to my daughter's, my God who is my savior in heaven, angels, holy spirit, ancestors, spirit guides, friends, family, love of my life, aand whoever is involved to just let me hurt in peace. I've hurt too long, and far too much. I can't handle any of this anymore. Honest! I can't. I have reached my limitation of pain my heart.
Please stop this. Give the wish to someone else worth deserving. You obviously, can't fulfill my wish, so no hard feelings. I didn't need it in the first place. Just let it go. I'm good with that. I just want this all the stop. You have no idea the amount of stress, mental anguish, physical damage, social isolation, and yeah pretty bad things. They're not getting better. You're making it worst which is bad. Your support is horrible. I don't want your support. If this is your way of supporting me and motiving me to inspire me then no. all wrong. Sorry to disappoint. You couldn't have been more off base than ever. I wish you to stop. No more explaining. No more complaining. No more attempting in anything really. Existing maybe. A whole lot of that. just meh or blah or depression has gone into full force and causing more pain and suffering to the point of suicide. FACTS!
And yes, once again, don't want that. Want to stay alive. Just don't want to stay alive in this mindset, house, around these mean people, and looking like a fat disgusting pig. Paraphrasing from someone mean in my life that thought it was necessary to point out how fat I am, and how much they despise me in their life. I wish them gone. That would be nice. And not gone gone. Just not around me, or if my love of my life was here he would defend me. I would hope. He's don't it before, so you know he's capable. Oh well, not waiting any longer. If it were going to happen then it would have happened already. No more waiting. No more holding on to dreams that you never wake up from, or living in fantasy land. It's not fun anymore. You ruined any kind of special event, special holiday, special trip, special gift. All Gone. I can't enjoy it. Thanks!
It's all meaningless unless you have someone you love to share it with, and I apologize. That person is NOT my dad, family, animal, ex husband, my reflection from a mirror, my past/present/future, etc. Sorry. None of that makes sense. You're not good at wish fullfillment. No offense, but just stop while you're ahead. I cann't endure another day of crying and fighting if I should kms (Kill myself- Carrie kills herself) Did I make that detailed enough to say that every day is a survival to stay alive without the notion of killing myself. And believe me that is the worst feeling in the world. I'm done. You're just going on about this is rewarding getting rid of me, or how much better the world is going to be without me inside it, or "yay" she's actually going to follow through with it. Yeah Yeah Yeah. Maybe one day. All I'm indicating is I struggle every day with staying alive long enough to make it another day without killing myself.

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It has been about 3 years since I got done with high school. My olevels were A* A A A B B B C and Alevels were A* A B (Law, business and psychology respectively). I didn't go to college cause of covid/financial issues and family heath care stuff. I have been doing some online courses at uni of london in computer science.
I am interested in applying to Oxford in computer science but I am not sure if I would make the cut since my olevels are lacking to meet the academic standards of Oxford. And i didn't take any math or computer science related subjects in Alevels.
Should I retake O levels and give math and comp science related alevels to better my chances? Also can I apply to multiple colleges? Or just Harris Manchester college? I would love to go to Mary Magdalene or Pembroke. Please advise.

Guilt is painful, I have so many new wrinkles all over my face due to the spasms and strain I go through every day. I misunderstood the situation I though we were on the same page but I still kissed him when he didn’t want to be kissed. That is assault. I am irredeemable. I have always believed that is one of the highest evils. Something that doesn’t even deserve the person to die, but they deserve worse they deserve exile and shame. They deserve what I feel every day. I’m Sick and cannot escape circular thoughts. Nothing can break me free. I should just stop taking my medication and stop going to therapy, nothing is working anyways and I don’t deserve for it to work. There is no way to change my mind. All of the pain I’ve caused other people. I frightened my friends due to my own attempt at peace and they had to take care of me. I know I was planning on killing myself that night but I don’t remember much of it now and I don’t know why I went to them and it’s not fair that I used them to get out of it. Always excuses never follow through.

I’ve just been offered quite a posh job working remotely for a London-based publication with a new North American component. I was surprised that I didn’t end up going through multiple rounds of interviews, especially since the CEOs are very important people. I had an initial interview, met with the intimidating CEOs and was offered the job the same day. It’s a really good job… but now I’m worried.
I’ve never had a background check conducted for a job. I haven’t lied or stretched the truth about my employment or education history so no problem there but I read in the document for the background check that a credit check could be included and I’m shocked. How is that relevant?
I’m a writejournalist and magazine editor. I have very solid employment references, which they didn’t ask for, much to my dismay, since I know I’d receive glowing reviews. But I’m genuinely worried a credit check will screw me for the following reasons.
I am 30F. My mother died suddenly in her sleep a week after I turned 27 and I put myself in immense debt in the two subsequent years beginning with paying for her burial and funeral and then taking over all her payments (she was in debt when she died and technically that became my father’s responsibility but my father had/has cancer and hadn’t worked in years). I really made a lot of mistakes thinking I was saving my family. In the end, the financial burden became heavy enough to cause a rupture in my family and I no longer lend my support and am working to fix my financial history. I make good money now and am married to someone who also makes good money, we are in good shape and I am chipping away at the damage I did to my credit but I had NO IDEA this could ever impact my employment.
On paper, it probably looks like I was very financially irresponsible for a couple of years and very financially uneducated in the years proceeding that. On the other hand, there should also be clear proof of attempts to fix my past missteps (specifically taking out bad loans and not always repaying them as agreed upon). I have gone to great lengths to close all my open collections or arrangement payment plans.
The other worry I have is that I’m pregnant. We all know I can’t technically be discriminated against for that and I disclosed my pregnancy prior to signing my contract but after the contract was extended. I worry they will use any issue in my background check to rescind my offer when the real reason is actually my pregnancy…
In the email from HR they outline that I’m not required to submit to a background check but that seems like an automatic way to have the offer rescinded. I also have a misdemeanor DUI from when I was 20 on my record which I guess they could also use against me.
How concerned should I be? I have two more job interviews lined up and I had planned to cancel but I think I’ll take them at this point just to be safe.

It has been about 3 years since I got done with high school. My olevels were A* A A A B B B C and Alevels were A* A B (Law, business and psychology respectively). I didn't go to college cause of covid/financial issues and family heath care stuff. I have been doing some online courses at uni of london in computer science.
I am interested in applying to Oxford in computer science but I am not sure if I would make the cut since my olevels are lacking to meet the academic standards of Oxford. And i didn't take any math or computer science related subjects in Alevels.
Should I retake O levels and give math and comp science related alevels to better my chances? Also can I apply to multiple colleges? Or just Harris Manchester college? I would love to go to Mary Magdalene or Pembroke. Please advise.

Hi all, I am posting this for my mum who doesn’t have a Reddit account. It’s a repost since nobody replied last time and I’m really worried about her. She’s been dealing with these symptoms since April of 2021 and she has no idea what could be causing it. She’s had several tests but lives in the USA and can’t afford continuing to go to doctors just guessing. If anyone could narrow it down for her I’d greatly appreciate it!
I’m going to copy and paste what she wrote.
“I have been diagnosed with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis, Osteoporosis, Menopausal hormonal imbalance, Hiatal hernia, Gastritis, and Food sensitivity (gluten, egg, soy, corn). I am taking calcium supplements for osteoporosis and taking hormone replacement therapy for hormonal imbalance. I also take multivitamins as well as turmeric supplement and Cod liver oil.
My major symptoms are extreme fatigue, dizziness, brain fog, difficulty concentraing and talking, blurry vision, swollen eyelids, shortness of breath, coughing, heart palpitations, muscle weakness.
These symptoms all occur together at the same time, multiple times a day on and off. These symptoms are triggered by eating, walking, any physical activity or position change, and also when in hot and humid weather.
These symptops started after the second dose of Pfizer which I received in April 2021. On the day after receiving it, my lymph nodes got swollen big at the base of my neck on the same side where I got the shot. Since then these symptoms are persistent and it is an ongoing issue which is interfering with my daily life, with my work (I had to quit my job), with driving, basic household chores, walking, climbing stairs, or any other physical activity.
I have visited a neurologist, rheumatologist, hematologist, gynecologist, cardiologist, ENT doctor, gastroenterologist, and have been tested for a multitude of diseases at these doctors but all the test results are coming back normal.”
I want to clarify that neither of us are anti va** but she felt it was relevant information to include since that’s when the symptoms started. Thanks in advance for the help!

As my unRAID server is predominantly used for Plex, I have it set so that the hard drives spin down when they are inactive for 15 minutes (there is no point in them being active 90% of the day). However, for some reason it seems there are consistant small amounts of data being read and written into both my pool devices and my array devices, and therefore the hard drives are unable to spindown as I'd hope.
I want to find out the cause of this random data as my server is otherwise completely inactive, that way I can eliminate it so that my drives can be spun down. Do you guys have any ideas?

Hey guys I just want to tell you how proud I am of you for having the balls to stick this out. After 31 or 32 years, I finally one day three months ago lost all desire. People can smoke around me, I had my paraphernalia and weed in a drawer in my room, and just gave it away a few weeks ago. I have zero desire, but the physical withdrawal is very concerning.
I have three autoimmune diseases despite doing literally everything to mitigate them, fasting, elimination diets, self care Etc. In fact I went blind young because of one of them and I had to get surgery. Now we all know that cannabis is really good for suppressing flare-ups, antibodies, cytokines Etc. I have Hashimoto's autoimmune hypothyroidism. Well since I quit, and despite quitting chocolate and sugar at the same time, what thyroid function I have had has totally collapsed even with the use of Levothyroxine, thyroid medicine.
This has caused my cholesterol to escalate to 300 despite having an extremely healthy and Clean Diet, it has caused my triglycerides and blood sugars to elevate to the point of near diabetes, and this would be diabetes one, the autoimmune one. My antibodies have escalated to almost 700 from 150, and my liver enzymes indicate that I have fatty non-alcoholic inflamed liver.
There is literally nothing more I can do with my diet, and I am athletic and maintain a good weight despite a collapsing metabolism. I am a biological scientist so I've scoured the medical literature and I'm hoping that high dose melatonin can get this under control. We need to consider that cannabis is a very powerful medicine, although it is an addictive one that strips away concentration and executive functioning.
Although my brain is functioning like kick ass, even with the deranged thyroid levels, my health is spiraling into very dangerous territory cannabis did a good job of suppressing. The problem is is that the demands of my job and my absolute disgust with using it simply don't permit me to pick it back up again. I am absolutely done with it and it's repugnant to me.

Some thoughts on processing times speeding up:
1) I love that people are encouraging one another and being optimistic.
2) It seems like the fast processing is trickling down to those waiting since 2022! I'm so happy for you all. I can't wait to see 2020 and 2021 join in. I'm a 2023 filer, but I have sympathy for those who have been waiting for such a long time.
3) It'll help if people share who they petitioned for. LPRs might not be seeing the same speed of approval as USCs. USCs filing for parents might not be seeing the same speed as those filing to spouses. But overall, it seems the USCIS is catching up fast with i-130s.
4) Just because it isn't happening expeditiously for you doesn't mean you can come through trying to drag everyone else down. Historically, the processing times in the portals may not have meant much because of the backlog; but with the issue being dealt with, it could slowly start becoming relevant again. Because there is a chance that the wait is shorter than what the processing time says, let people hold on to some hope. Also, educate yourself on how the USCIS calculate average processing times for service centers and how they're doing things FIFO. It may help you understand why so many are seeing approvals well ahead of the 12+ months waiting mark and quit raining on their parade.
5) Quit being bitter. Be frustrated, but don't take it out on others. No one here is the cause of your long wait. If you want to rant, do it in your own post, not under posts of people sharing their approvals and excitement for seeing progress. ♥️

I'm using a Stable Load Order From the Top section of the menu. Now it's the 2nd one you see that says 150 Mods. So yesterday I started Skyrim and played for like 5mins or 10?. I was in the inn in riften, left riften, traveled to Riverwood (using Carriage Stops mod) gave the golden claw the merchant, left Riverwood to Winterhold, walked away in the inn and out to go to the college. the min i take step on the stairs it freezes. So what confused me is that my girl plays Skyrim so when I'm at work she says it crashed once and after that it hasn't since then like 3-5hrs in gameplay. So I'm confused on what's causing crashes when i play because it makes no sense. Can someone see what in that LO is old and needs to be removed. Like said the LO i use is the 2nd one in the menu. Thx

I have been on the hunt for a freelance designing job for a while now. Right now, im struggling to work part time retail because of my physical and mental limitations due to autism and other chronic crap, and I wish finding freelance work wasnt so hard.
I am a graphic designer, i have been for years now, but for some reason i am incapable of putting together a proper portfolio because all of my work is so varied and also scattered to time and old computers that are long gone. I am proficient with Adobe Illustrator, InDesign, and Photoshop, but im only just now starting to learn after effects.
I used to try to find freelance work on Upwork, which was difficult before they started to charge you to "bid" on jobs by applying with in site currency, and it sucks now. All other work i can seem to find are shitty corporate agencies that are full time 40+hrs, and require you to be a web designer, power point designer, social media specialist, video producer and editor, content creator... some real "fast paced environment" crap. I have worked corporate before in another context and it caused me a mental break so im trying to avoid that but its getting harder by the day.
Luckily, i live in an apartment that is based on my income so that helps, but im only really making enough to cover bills right now. My boyfriend is incredible and happy to help with groceries and stuff because he works full time (at the same retail store, yes the store knows and its totally ok) and i take care of a lot of the home stuff, but he is also autistic and is starting to reach heavy burnout. I feel guilty because he claims he cant stop or rest as much because he has to make money for us, but i dont want to put him in the situation where he burns out for me because thats not fair.
So to cycle back around, i am struggling to find work that isnt either out of my wheelhouse/comfort level, or prove that i can do the work at all in smaller freelance instances.
I feel things like Fivr and other sites like it are not for me because my workstyle is so varied and job specific, and also its very oversaturated with people who already are doing so much better and will obviously get the attention of a customer first.
TBH it feels like no matter what i want to try to do for work nobody will want it because there is always something cheaper or better and easier. I really am trying my best but it feels not good enough...
any other designers/artists really going through it right now?

I’m autistic, and you kind of can’t tell because I just seem like a typical emotional girl (at first glance). If my voice started dropping and I looked more like a man, it would be plainly obvious that I Have Something. Like, I squeal when I’m excited, i fidget and shake my hands, my social abilities are a bit lacking, and I’m just scared that if/when I start T I’ll go from being kinda odd to really creepy weird guy that people move away from on the bus, just cause I’m viewed through a different lense. It’s just scary tbh, especially since I work with children, and I don’t want the parents to hate me.

It first came to my attention in my 100-level Political Science class.
Week one, the class was absolutely packed. There was energy. Debate. Discussion.
Five weeks in, and now it looks like nearly half the class is gone.
Mind you, Professor Weldon was not only an exceptional lecturer who explained concepts with passion and great insight - he was also a very easy grader. It made no sense to me that people were transferring out of his class. A couple of stragglers dropping off once they realize that Poli Sci isn’t for them? Sure. But this was ridiculous.
It happened in my other 100-level classes too: four weeks in, and a little over 40% of the class transferred out of English 101. Psychology? A lecture hall of roughly 200 people had been reduced to 120 or so.
I brought it up to my friends on campus who were also in their first year.
“People dropping classes in their first few weeks is totally normal,” replied Dinesh. “If I saw you sitting there in one of my classes with that dumb expression on your face, I’d drop it immediately too.”
Ha-ha. Very funny.
I turned to Mallory. She just shrugged and said “I don’t know man,” and went back to reading her book.
I’d known both of them for close to five years now. While none of us were in the same program (Dinesh was a robotics geek, Mallory was obsessed with history), we’d all been very close since high school. We were outcasts who clung to each other over our shared love of D&D, video game music, and badminton. After weeks of nervousness hoping all of us would get admission to this university, we were thrilled to find out that we’d all made it - our little trio would get to continue.
“Guess I’m just overthinking things, then. Don’t know why this isn’t sitting well with me,” I responded to both of them.
As we continued hanging out in the mezzanine, I couldn’t shake the fact that the campus, as a whole, looked much emptier than usual for a Monday.
–-
As usual, I showed up early for the Poli Sci lecture. Yes, I am a tryhard, and yes, it’s important to me that I’m as close to a model student as possible in this new chapter of my life.
I watched as students shuffled into class. I also paid attention to Professor Weldon’s pre-class demeanor. He was his usual chipper self.
I took the opportunity to go up to him and ask a quick question.
“Hey, Professor Weldon…”
“You can call me Michael!”
“Right, hey… Michael, so obviously, we’re only like five weeks into the class and it’s my first year so I’m new to this whole thing… just wanted to confirm it’s normal for students to transfer out of their classes in the first few weeks? I’ve noticed a really big drop off in all of my classes including this on–”
“Totally normal! I mean, students are still figuring out what their interests are and what their overall class workload needs to be, so this is all very standard stuff. Great question though!”
Well, alrighty then. I think I just needed to hear it from a professor. I started questioning why the whole drop-off thing was even bothering me in the first place. I turned to go back to my seat.
“Don’t ever ask that again, alright?”
What?
I turned around. Did the prof just whisper what I thought he did?
He doubled down with a hushed response.
“I’m not gonna say anything about it, but a word of advice. For your own good, just listen to the material and study it. You really don’t wanna be asking people around here questions like that. Are we clear?”
All I could do was muster up a nod and walk back to my desk.
And with that, the lecture kicked off. As Professor Weldon discussed the various types of political systems around the world, I tried my best to forget the weird exchange I just had with him. To his credit, he defaulted to his regular sunny disposition throughout the presentation. I even answered a few questions he posed to the group, and he called on me as if nothing had even happened.
There were moments though, as I looked around the class, where I felt like I wasn’t alone in my… hypervigilance. Most of the students were tuned in or dozing off as usual, but I spotted a couple of faces who seemed… nervous? Like they were anxiously contemplating something?
In the midst of my surveying of the room, my eyes were drawn to a student sitting near me: a student who I remembered being quite outspoken in earlier weeks of the class, but who now seemed very reserved. From my vantage point, I could make out some of the notes he was scribbling in his notebook:
Follow up Q’s for the Dean:
- Has my drop out request been approved?
- Am I allowed to tell my family?
- Why are only some students notified about this?
- Does it emerge from Williams Hall?
As you can probably tell, these questions had absolutely nothing to do with the class.
I wrote them down in my journal. It was time to do some research.
–-
After class, I invited Dinesh and Mallory to my (unfortunately) tiny dorm room for an evening conversation about everything that happened today.
While I waited for them to arrive, I spent my time doing online research to see if I could uncover anything that would shed light on the happenings - looking up things like “dropoff rates increasing” or “odd occurrences” at my university. I unfortunately wasn’t able to uncover much of anything - everything online was very boilerplate and sanitized.
The note - “Does it emerge from Williams Hall?” - from class earlier was the only thing that led to something of moderate substance. After searching through our school intranet, I realized that Williams Hall had been more or less designated as “off limits” for a number of years now. Outside of being the location of some of our final exams and student body meetings, the building had been cordoned off so that construction and renovations could be completed there.
Strangely enough, my research also showed me that prior to Williams Hall being sequestered, it used to be the hub for our Faculty of Arts, and was the former homebase for a lot of our major university clubs (theater, debate). These classes and clubs had all been moved into other buildings at the university over the last fifteen years or so.
As I continued digging, Dinesh arrived.
“Hey cuckoo bird,” he said as he came in. Before I could cut him off and tell him that this was kind of serious, he continued–
“So, uh, something happened actually and… maybe you’re not totally completely nuts.”
“Okay…,” I responded.
“So, we’re in week five right? Up until last week, my robotics class was basically at capacity - one or two stragglers dropped off in the first few weeks, but we were more or less a full group. Today, I shit you not, half the class was missing. I asked the prof, and he said they dropped out, and then he just changed the subject. I looked into it, and if you drop a class after week three, you’re required to pay a full refund. Why the fuck would anyone drop a class this late?”
I nodded. “It’s not just dropping classes and switching into other ones. I think it’s–”
“People dropping out of the university altogether,” Dinesh said, cutting me off. “Feels like there’s… less people in general now, at the campus.”
A rush of anxiety hit me as I realized that Mallory hadn’t responded to any of my texts today. I shook it off.
“So… something really weird happened in Poli Sci class today.”
–-
I filled Dinesh in on everything. He was a bit incredulous, and didn’t totally believe the exchange I had with the instructor (his interpretation being that Professor Weldon was simply offended I was pointing out that people were dropping his class).
Nonetheless, he helped me with my research.
We scoured the web, searching up old Reddit posts, blog posts, discussion board conversations - anything at all that mentioned Williams Hall or bizarre events at the university. Aside from jaded former students calling out the difficult grading scale here, everything we came across was useless. But, we did notice a suspicious trend…
The year 2008 was very interesting for the school… in that there was no record of anything happening here that year. No campus events that took place here (or events that were hosted at the university in general, for that matter), no sports records, no graduation records, the list goes on. Nothing. Were there any professors that taught here in the year 2008? Not that we could find. A 2008 yearbook? Nope.
Dinesh and I went deeper and deeper down our rabbit hole, as I tried to push aside concerned thoughts of still not hearing back from Mallory. Dinesh mentioned that we should hone in on the year 2008 and try to use the Wayback Machine, in case that could help us find anything that might’ve been archived or deleted since. It took a little while, but we were able to dig up an old message board conversation, which I’ll share below.
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Thread: So are we going to talk about that?
Fuckyou37
06/10/2008, 12:03PM
Title says all… June 8 at Williams Hall. won’t say more at risk of exposing myself, but I know there are lots of others who go to this school or went here, and were there when it happened. Why the actual fuck is no one talking about this?!?
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LostInTranslation
06/10/2008, 4:33PM
This some Skull & Bones Society shit? :)
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Fuckyou37
06/10/2008, 4:46PM
No.
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Fuckyou37
06/11/2008, 12:00PM
bump.
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Fuckyou37
06/12/2008, 12:05PM
bump.
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KungFuKid89
06/15/2008, 8:49PM
Yep. Count your blessings and stfu. Nothing more you can do. Remember what they said happens if you blab about it.
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Fuckyou37
06/16/2008, 9:52AM
That’s insane.
that no one has called the cops in this whole fucking time is insane.
also I swear to god they told some kids to get out of dodge before it happened. Knew a bunch of ppl who pced out a few weeks before. linguistics class with a certain hot professor was emptyyyyyyyy. No one else had a clue…
btw: Have any proof you were actually there? Also wtf is reality? Like that actually happened.
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KungFuKid89
06/16/2008, 7:46PM
I’m sure people tried to call the cops.
I was the only guy that crawled to the door when it was all over. Apparently the rest of you just stood up and walked out. Maybe different reactions to shock for all of us?
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steve2204
06/16/2008, 11:18PM
heard about this through a friend, friend knew a guy who went there and said something really messed up was happening there and that the rumor mill was in full swing, like the *final exam* wasn’t normal, he tried to drop out but they wouldn’t let him(?), but left nyways. Apparently they found his body later.
I never believed him tho lol my friend says shit a lot of dumb shit when he’s blazing >_>
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CidHighwind
06/17/2008, 7:20AM
Thread locked due to inappropriate content.
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We also found two other threads on a different message board, both created by the same person in 2008. The posts didn’t mention Williams Hall or the university explicitly, but they did mention the June 8th date. The post was of a mother claiming that her daughter randomly disappeared after going to the campus one day. The mother detailed how she didn’t buy the official story she was told by the police that her daughter simply “ran away”. She said that she was speaking with other parents in the area who were dealing with the same situation, and that she would provide updates as they came. Both threads were locked soon after posting.
As I jotted down the recurring date that was coming up in these threads (June 8th, 2008), I heard the door open.
Dinesh and I exhaled as Mallory entered. But that relief washed away quickly - something was off. Mallory was not herself. She’s always been quiet and reserved, preferring to be 'near people but not participating', but this time felt different.
We slowly started filling her in, trying to find a way to make our disconnected musings make sense. She listened as we talked about the student drop-offs in our classes and the overall campus feeling more empty, the peculiar goings-on in my Poli Sci class earlier in the day, and the archived message board posts we discovered during our online research. As we detailed our findings, we realized that we both sounded a little crazy… all of these things were, ultimately, random occurrences that we were stitching together like some sort of conspiracy theory.
But then Mallory spoke up.
“I had a meeting with the Dean earlier today. I’m going to drop out.”
–-
The hours after Mallory said that were stressful. Obviously, Dinesh and I were shocked, confused, and most of all, deathly curious on what spurred this on for her.
Frustratingly, she wasn’t giving us too many details.
She asked us if the Dean had organized a meeting with either of us earlier in the week. When we both said no, she looked really, really miserable. Her reaction only added to our confusion.
We asked her if her reasons for dropping out were similar to what we were researching, and she begrudgingly said yes. When we asked her to elaborate, she said she was sworn to secrecy and couldn’t speak further.
“Why can’t you tell us what’s going on?!” I asked her, for probably the 30th time in our back-and-forth.
“I just can’t. If I say anything more…”
Her eyes trailed off, as if suggesting there was some terrible fate that would befall her if she elaborated further. Most of her answers to our following questions were just a simple “I’m sorry.”
Our one-sided conversation with Mallory continued for quite some time. Eventually, Dinesh asked the question that was lingering at the back of my mind. A question that seemed utterly ridiculous but also very necessary.
“Do you… do you think we should drop out too, maybe?”
It took a while for Mallory to respond. She chose her words carefully.
“I guess it’s random,” she started. “It’s random… which students they explain this whole thing to, and which ones they don’t. If they call upon you, you’re given the option to drop out. But if the Dean didn’t meet with you…”
“What the fuck does that even mean?!” Dinesh responded.
“It… means that I don’t think they’ll approve it. Even if you want to leave.”
Dinesh turned to me with a look of bafflement.
“I mean… we could just, like, leave though, right? Like… physically get up and leave? Like, how could they actually stop us from doing that?”
I saw Mallory’s eyes widen as Dinesh spoke those words to me. I knew that she wanted to say so much more to us, but she just couldn’t. The look in her eyes made it clear to me - us running now would be a mistake.
We struggled to get anything more out of Mallory. Eventually, I jumped in with a softball question that I prayed she’d answer. Referring to the research we were doing, I asked her plainly –
“If Dinesh and I keep digging, do you think we’ll be able to figure out what’s going on?”
She paused for a moment, and then nodded.
And that was all I needed.
“I think it’s time we go on an adventure, Dinesh,” I said.
“Goddamnit,” was his reply.
As we all left my dorm room, the three of us reluctantly gave each other a group hug. We’re not the mushy, touchy-feely types, so this was the first time we’d ever done anything this sentimental. It was awkward and not great, but everything felt too serious for us to not do it. As we let go of each other, I saw the first tears I’d ever seen Mallory cry.
“I”m really sorry I can’t say more. I’m really, really sorry,” she said. All good, Mal.
And with that, Dinesh and I headed out on a nighttime trek towards a certain building.
–-
We made our way through the nearly pitch-black, empty courtyard, towards a bunch of construction signs and scaffolding that suggested we were getting closer and closer to Williams Hall. Dinesh, continuing his research on his phone, was chiming in with some “fun facts” –
“This building’s been under construction for like over a decade… how?”
“It’s probably just an excuse,” I responded.
Past a collection of tools and barriers, we arrived at a side door to the building. To my surprise, it wasn’t locked.
We entered, using our cell-phone flashlights to maneuver through the dark. Past the scent of old wood and peeling wallpaper, in a hallway that I can best describe as “rickety”, a word that I’m aware doesn’t make sense in this context but is the only one that comes to mind -
We arrived at the foyer. The ceiling stretched high above us. We maneuvered around a wet spot on the floor reflecting back at us (probably a leaky pipe somewhere) as our phone lights illuminated the dusty engraving above us that read Faculty of Arts.
“Which way do you think we should head?” I asked as our lights spun around the room, taking in every inch of the once-bustling building. The beam from my cell phone cut through the air, creating a glow that illuminated relics around us: various seating areas that seemed carelessly assembled, abstract art installations that were now covered in grime, and a collection of aged plaques adorning the walls, preserving the wide smiles of professors and administrators of years past.
A sign off in the distance that read Final Exam Room caught my attention. I motioned to Dinesh and he followed.
With our footsteps across the marble floor of yet another hallway that had seen better days, we approached our destination. Along the way, we encountered empty classrooms on both sides of the large corridor. Our brief peeks into all of the rooms revealed perfect preservation and consistency: desks and chairs neatly arranged, and the boards in each room having only one simple message written on them:
REMINDER: FINAL EXAM - JUNE 8TH
“Does every class do their final exam on the same day?” I asked Dinesh.
He didn’t reply. He was drawn to the large doors at the end of the hallway. I flashed my light at the engraving above them -
FINAL EXAM ROOM / STUDENT BODY MEETING ROOM
Huh. Weird combination if ever I’d seen one.
“I feel like coming here was beyond stupid,” Dinesh said.
“Yep. But we’re here now.”
Dinesh shined his phone light on a small sign posted up beside the doors.
Final Exam Room
Most Recent: June 8, 2008
Next Exam: June 8, 2023
Don’t forget to study!!!
We froze up. The obvious question for both of us was why a seemingly abandoned and under-construction building would have a note about an upcoming final exam scheduled for just a few days from now… an exam taking place only half-way through the semester, mind you.
“Do we go in?” Dinesh asked.
I wasn’t voted “most inquisitive” in high school superlatives… because it wasn’t a category. If it was, I would’ve secured it, no competition. This whole thing had been nagging at me from the first couple of weeks. I needed to know what was going on.
“Yes. We go in.”
We opened the doors, revealing a large room with hundreds of desks, all perfectly spaced out from each other. It was an exam, after all.
The hall stretched far and long. As we inched our way in, a pungent smell flooded my senses - like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
I pointed my phone light from desk to desk as I walked on by, realizing why the abandoned room felt so “lively” to me from the second we opened the door.
Nearly all of the desks were occupied by the headless and decayed bodies of students seated upright. Hands on the table. Coats on the chair behind them. Bags under desks.
Before the shock of the sight could overtake us and force us to get the fuck out of there, the sound of footsteps from the other end of the large exam hall caused us to redirect our phone lights to the source of the sound.
A figure emerged from the shadows, dressed in attire that was unmistakably formal. His hands were clasped behind him, a posture of composure and control. A face that I hadn’t seen since my first week orientation. The Dean?
He addressed us.
“Gentlemen - the exam isn’t for a few days now. I suggest you get back to studying.”

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