When I think back, if I had just life seriously, I'd have been in honors classes, and would have had a big scholarship, and be an Eagle Scout, and would already have a degree. Then again I started out in Computer Science, so I would have a useless degree by now.
This is not at all the case. Especially in Indiana. I've had six friends graduate recently with CS degrees and they all had employment before graduation.
Well five years ago I was 17 and in high school, doing pretty poorly. Then a year later my mother said she won the lottery but actually didn't. Then I barely graduated high school and decided to say fuck it and went to a college that could've been pretty fucking terrible. I did that for 2 years, graduated with a bachelor's and a 3.0 GPA and then moved back in with my dad, worked retail and IT for about a solid year before going to PAX for the first time. It was there I met a guy from ArenaNet and I showed him my reel and a couple months later I got an internship at the place so now I'm here working on a videogame.
I didn't post in SE++ when this happened. What's the story behind that?
Also the AreaNet thing is awesome!
Basically my mother fell for the Prince of Nigeria scheme except through online dating and then told me she won the lottery so I made a thread about it and then basically you can watch in that thread as I slowly fall into madness.
That coupled with the shit my mother pulled on xmas it's safe to say she's completely batshit bonkers.
When I think back, if I had just life seriously, I'd have been in honors classes, and would have had a big scholarship, and be an Eagle Scout, and would already have a degree. Then again I started out in Computer Science, so I would have a useless degree by now.
This is not at all the case. Especially in Indiana. I've had six friends graduate recently with CS degrees and they all had employment before graduation.
Yeah, uh... what?
I was literally just back at my college recruiting CS and EE majors last week.
If you graduated in 2006-2008 it would've been even better, but 2009 was kind of not so great. Been picking up the past year though.
Well five years ago I was 17 and in high school, doing pretty poorly. Then a year later my mother said she won the lottery but actually didn't. Then I barely graduated high school and decided to say fuck it and went to a college that could've been pretty fucking terrible. I did that for 2 years, graduated with a bachelor's and a 3.0 GPA and then moved back in with my dad, worked retail and IT for about a solid year before going to PAX for the first time. It was there I met a guy from ArenaNet and I showed him my reel and a couple months later I got an internship at the place so now I'm here working on a videogame.
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Well five years ago I was 17 and in high school, doing pretty poorly. Then a year later my mother said she won the lottery but actually didn't. Then I barely graduated high school and decided to say fuck it and went to a college that could've been pretty fucking terrible. I did that for 2 years, graduated with a bachelor's and a 3.0 GPA and then moved back in with my dad, worked retail and IT for about a solid year before going to PAX for the first time. It was there I met a guy from ArenaNet and I showed him my reel and a couple months later I got an internship at the place so now I'm here working on a videogame.
also i made you go to PAX, so I have a 50% stake on all future returns
oh hay so there may be a thing for you possibly in the future to happen possibly maybe
Well five years ago I was 17 and in high school, doing pretty poorly. Then a year later my mother said she won the lottery but actually didn't. Then I barely graduated high school and decided to say fuck it and went to a college that could've been pretty fucking terrible. I did that for 2 years, graduated with a bachelor's and a 3.0 GPA and then moved back in with my dad, worked retail and IT for about a solid year before going to PAX for the first time. It was there I met a guy from ArenaNet and I showed him my reel and a couple months later I got an internship at the place so now I'm here working on a videogame.
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Oh and after watching the first 3 seasons of breaking bad in about 4 days, I have decided that I am going to start producing and distributing meth
I had a dream where Rachel and I were so hard up for money that I had to become a meth dealer
my contact led me to the meth lab where I'd be picking up the meth I'd be selling
it was this massive gray building that had an airport terminal, arcade, hotel, and carnival in it
I woke up before we found the meth lab but man I still felt pretty bad
I've had those dreams sorta, except mine tend to include people I don't talk to anymore.
Is that my mind telling me to make amends? Or just being insane? Or maybe just "eh, we need some actors for this scene. Your face, yours, and yours are in."
Well five years ago I was 17 and in high school, doing pretty poorly. Then a year later my mother said she won the lottery but actually didn't. Then I barely graduated high school and decided to say fuck it and went to a college that could've been pretty fucking terrible. I did that for 2 years, graduated with a bachelor's and a 3.0 GPA and then moved back in with my dad, worked retail and IT for about a solid year before going to PAX for the first time. It was there I met a guy from ArenaNet and I showed him my reel and a couple months later I got an internship at the place so now I'm here working on a videogame.
I didn't post in SE++ when this happened. What's the story behind that?
Also the AreaNet thing is awesome!
Basically my mother fell for the Prince of Nigeria scheme except through online dating and then told me she won the lottery so I made a thread about it and then basically you can watch in that thread as I slowly fall into madness.
That coupled with the shit my mother pulled on xmas it's safe to say she's completely batshit bonkers.
Well five years ago I was 17 and in high school, doing pretty poorly. Then a year later my mother said she won the lottery but actually didn't. Then I barely graduated high school and decided to say fuck it and went to a college that could've been pretty fucking terrible. I did that for 2 years, graduated with a bachelor's and a 3.0 GPA and then moved back in with my dad, worked retail and IT for about a solid year before going to PAX for the first time. It was there I met a guy from ArenaNet and I showed him my reel and a couple months later I got an internship at the place so now I'm here working on a videogame.
I didn't post in SE++ when this happened. What's the story behind that?
Also the AreaNet thing is awesome!
Basically my mother fell for the Prince of Nigeria scheme except through online dating and then told me she won the lottery so I made a thread about it and then basically you can watch in that thread as I slowly fall into madness.
That coupled with the shit my mother pulled on xmas it's safe to say she's completely batshit bonkers.
5 years ago we began noticing that things weren't quite right with my grandfather.
He had been fired from his job as a mechanic for aggressive mood swings, and his hand weren't quite the precision masterworkers they had once been. We chalked it up to age and frustration with not being able to adapt to all the technology that was being put into automobiles.
Then he started forgetting things, and his coordination got worse. To the point where he couldn't even hold a glass of water or remember why he had come into a room.
Watching Alzheimer's consume my grandpa over the next few years was awful. Watching the rift that opened between my grandmother and mother (grandma wanted to keep him at home, mother wanted him cared for at a clinic) destroyed me.
Through it all I just kinda hid in Tucson, went to college, worked my shitty job, and tried to visit when I could.
The one memory I try to hold from all of it was from about a year before he died. We had brought him ice cream in his nursing home. He didn't speak much anymore, slept most of the day. But when we woke him up to visit he took one look at me and just started crying.
I like to think it's because he recognized me, but couldn't tell me he loved me one last time.
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Man, same thing was true but of my grandma. She was a tough old farmer's wife and someone that I respected immensely.
I remember towards the end there that she would get so frustrated that she couldn't remember anything and the carers were so patronising.
About a week before she died I remember visiting her and in a rare moment of lucidity she reached out, rubbed my hair and told me, 'Jesus, Alex. Look at the state of me. Take me out the back and give me the shovel over the back of the head, would you?'
I mean, I try and remember her for when she was strong and active but I'll always remember that
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5 years ago I was working in a job I fucking hated, and the only thing keeping me from killing myself was the knowledge of how much pain suicide had already caused multiple members of my family.
Today? Working in a job I have grown to hate living paycheck to ridiculously small paycheck, struggling with depression again. FUCKS YEAH!!
[/whinging mode]
Shit's not so bad though, I have an awesome girlfriend, plenty of good friends around me, I'm healthy, and I get to enjoy most of my hobbies on a regular basis. Just wish I could shake off this funk.
I would have been 21, got my first non-seasonal job for once.
Basically, this was around the time that my life started turning around, I started to be successful at that job and I made some real good friends I still talk to today. Around this time I also figured out I wasn't going to be cooking for much longer, and decided to join the police or military.
Didn't know we were filling things in...
Short version, I continued to work the job at the airport I got in late '06. During that time I decided I needed to upgrade my marks to make myself more impressive for my police application.
So, I applied to the RCMP, but also decided to try the Canadian Forces as well. In '08 I met a great girl at work, '09 I got accepted into ROTP with the CF as a MARS officer. The following summer I purposed to my girlfriend who I married last February. We are having our first year anniversary on the 19th.
Essentially, things have worked out really well for me. I am in university at this point, I have a great job, an amazing wife and a bright future as of this point. I really couldn't ask for anything more.
5 years ago we began noticing that things weren't quite right with my grandfather.
He had been fired from his job as a mechanic for aggressive mood swings, and his hand weren't quite the precision masterworkers they had once been. We chalked it up to age and frustration with not being able to adapt to all the technology that was being put into automobiles.
Then he started forgetting things, and his coordination got worse. To the point where he couldn't even hold a glass of water or remember why he had come into a room.
Watching Alzheimer's consume my grandpa over the next few years was awful. Watching the rift that opened between my grandmother and mother (grandma wanted to keep him at home, mother wanted him cared for at a clinic) destroyed me.
Through it all I just kinda hid in Tucson, went to college, worked my shitty job, and tried to visit when I could.
The one memory I try to hold from all of it was from about a year before he died. We had brought him ice cream in his nursing home. He didn't speak much anymore, slept most of the day. But when we woke him up to visit he took one look at me and just started crying.
I like to think it's because he recognized me, but couldn't tell me he loved me one last time.
Watching grandparents lose themselves is really hard.
I think it was four years ago, but may have only been three. My grandmother just started acting strangely.
She would make her tea, and put salami in it. If you asked her she would tell you exactly what she did as if she had always done it.
We took her in for tests and she had an incredibly aggressive inoperable brain tumour.
Within a few weeks she was in the hospital on her death bed. They stopped giving her fluids and food so that she could pass as she was in incredible pain.
She lived on morphine alone for over a week. I only visited her once during that time. She was completely out of it hopped up on the pain killers and looking uncomfortable in her sleep.
When I spoke she woke up, her eyes met with mine went wide then passed back out again.
Broke my fucking heart. I couldn't bring myself to visit her again.
This thread... not really making me feel better about my dad's early onset dementia diagnosis at 56
this is what i fear my mother has (her own mother, my grandma, is suffering from dimentia right now) but she would never go to get tested for it because she is also crazy.
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This is not at all the case. Especially in Indiana. I've had six friends graduate recently with CS degrees and they all had employment before graduation.
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ahahahah it gets so much worse
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Yeah, uh... what?
I was literally just back at my college recruiting CS and EE majors last week.
If you graduated in 2006-2008 it would've been even better, but 2009 was kind of not so great. Been picking up the past year though.
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CS enrollment at my school was at its lowest level in like 15 years because of the dot-com crash. The tech industry was doomed!
Yeah, not so much.
there's a reason I never finished college
(that reason is mainly apathy)
hurrah?
Wait, i had a job five years ago.
Fuck.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better
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I had a dream where Rachel and I were so hard up for money that I had to become a meth dealer
my contact led me to the meth lab where I'd be picking up the meth I'd be selling
it was this massive gray building that had an airport terminal, arcade, hotel, and carnival in it
I woke up before we found the meth lab but man I still felt pretty bad
Dang.
I've had those dreams sorta, except mine tend to include people I don't talk to anymore.
Is that my mind telling me to make amends? Or just being insane? Or maybe just "eh, we need some actors for this scene. Your face, yours, and yours are in."
Going back over it this may've been the best thing to come out of that:
It really is my favorite thing ever.
The image
Not, not the event that happened in my life.
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oh man
I really like the part where someone suggests investing in real estate in February of 2008
its scams all the way down
He had been fired from his job as a mechanic for aggressive mood swings, and his hand weren't quite the precision masterworkers they had once been. We chalked it up to age and frustration with not being able to adapt to all the technology that was being put into automobiles.
Then he started forgetting things, and his coordination got worse. To the point where he couldn't even hold a glass of water or remember why he had come into a room.
Watching Alzheimer's consume my grandpa over the next few years was awful. Watching the rift that opened between my grandmother and mother (grandma wanted to keep him at home, mother wanted him cared for at a clinic) destroyed me.
Through it all I just kinda hid in Tucson, went to college, worked my shitty job, and tried to visit when I could.
The one memory I try to hold from all of it was from about a year before he died. We had brought him ice cream in his nursing home. He didn't speak much anymore, slept most of the day. But when we woke him up to visit he took one look at me and just started crying.
I like to think it's because he recognized me, but couldn't tell me he loved me one last time.
You all must be sad with me.
you're almost done school for a highly employable profession, butt.
I remember towards the end there that she would get so frustrated that she couldn't remember anything and the carers were so patronising.
About a week before she died I remember visiting her and in a rare moment of lucidity she reached out, rubbed my hair and told me, 'Jesus, Alex. Look at the state of me. Take me out the back and give me the shovel over the back of the head, would you?'
I mean, I try and remember her for when she was strong and active but I'll always remember that
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better
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Been there brother
She's got the brain problems.
my mom is coming to visit me in February
she too, has the brain problems
5 years ago I was working in a job I fucking hated, and the only thing keeping me from killing myself was the knowledge of how much pain suicide had already caused multiple members of my family.
Today? Working in a job I have grown to hate living paycheck to ridiculously small paycheck, struggling with depression again. FUCKS YEAH!!
[/whinging mode]
Shit's not so bad though, I have an awesome girlfriend, plenty of good friends around me, I'm healthy, and I get to enjoy most of my hobbies on a regular basis. Just wish I could shake off this funk.
Didn't know we were filling things in...
Short version, I continued to work the job at the airport I got in late '06. During that time I decided I needed to upgrade my marks to make myself more impressive for my police application.
So, I applied to the RCMP, but also decided to try the Canadian Forces as well. In '08 I met a great girl at work, '09 I got accepted into ROTP with the CF as a MARS officer. The following summer I purposed to my girlfriend who I married last February. We are having our first year anniversary on the 19th.
Essentially, things have worked out really well for me. I am in university at this point, I have a great job, an amazing wife and a bright future as of this point. I really couldn't ask for anything more.
Watching grandparents lose themselves is really hard.
I think it was four years ago, but may have only been three. My grandmother just started acting strangely.
She would make her tea, and put salami in it. If you asked her she would tell you exactly what she did as if she had always done it.
We took her in for tests and she had an incredibly aggressive inoperable brain tumour.
Within a few weeks she was in the hospital on her death bed. They stopped giving her fluids and food so that she could pass as she was in incredible pain.
She lived on morphine alone for over a week. I only visited her once during that time. She was completely out of it hopped up on the pain killers and looking uncomfortable in her sleep.
When I spoke she woke up, her eyes met with mine went wide then passed back out again.
Broke my fucking heart. I couldn't bring myself to visit her again.
Now I am sad with you.
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better
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this is what i fear my mother has (her own mother, my grandma, is suffering from dimentia right now) but she would never go to get tested for it because she is also crazy.
Although I guess technically the brain tumor is what killed him. He sped things up so he didn't suffer longer at least
Anyways, I'm scared to death for when my mom starts forgetting stuff and then eventually me
We are all part of this study by Indiana university so yaaaaaaay
We got a place in the summer.
And basically nothing changed for the next two and a half years or so.
Then I thought it prudent to disappear for a bit.
A few months ago, the time seemed right to come back.
my friend's roommate's going-away party.
i am sad i missed it because all those bands rule and i want to see/support more local good bands.
Oh thank heavens.
I thought that maybe I was drunk enough to forget that you were there.