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Let’s pretend, for just a little minute, that all of the students were minors, blameless, and had no idea of why their parents wanted them to pose in weird positions. It’s a little minute because that’s all it takes to dispel the notion that a beauty vlogger really believed that she was top school material, or wanted to go.Even if the kids were blameless, they should be invited to leave their schools.No, it’s not punishment. Those kids are taking a place that should have gone to a kid with the marks. Who had done the work. Who really was interested in being on the fencing team, and really did do community service, and really cared about a top academic environment.It’s not just allowing a more qualified candidate to take a place, but it’s in the best interests of the cheater-kids as well. It’s likely that those kids would be happier and do better at a school that was more suited to them, which doesn’t just mean “lesser” academics. The thing about the top schools is that they require more intensive work once you’re in. The kids who were admitted to USC and Yale and other schools by virtue of their parents cheating might do better at a school with a more relaxed environment, or one with a major in popular culture, or some other criterea.Rich parents have always bought advantages for their children, and if I ran the world, elite test prep classes would be eliminated, and all kids would have the same access to study resources. Hell, I think that there’s an argument to be made for ditching the SAT. [1] It wouldn’t level the playing field, but it would help. What really makes me angry is that these cheating, lying parents, who knew exactly what they were doing, lied and cheated for their own vanity, not in the best interests of their kids.Footnotes[1] https://www.usnews.com/news/the-...

Here is the best public description of what happened:Marilee Jones - WikipediaI know Marilee from back when she was married to a PhD student at MIT and got a “shit job” in the MIT admissions office at the bottom of the rung to do something useful. I believe the story is: Why would a place like MIT hire someone with a degree from the College of St Rose, so she “embellished” with names of “better” colleges near by, and I believe her husband had graduated from RPI. I was on the MIT summer softball fast-pitch men’s team that had members from the Admissions department and her husband, and I would see Marilee toiling away at all hours of the day and night in that office.I believe that first application to get a job at MIT was the only time that anything was fabricated by Marilee.She got the lowest of low level job and was tenacious and excellent. Little by little she got better jobs at the admissions office, until one day, without having to fill out another application for a job, she was offered the job of Dean of Admissions. That is how good she was and is. MIT never hired her for her degree and she did not need a degree for the job MIT gave to her (MIT loves to assist the spouses of Doctoral students) and she never filled out another application at MIT and merely worked hard and did an Outstanding job.I am proud of Marilee and the job that she did at MIT and all that she did to try and defuse the ridiculous intensity that parents were placing on their college applicant children and the intensity that the children were placing on themselves that made no difference……. The stories she could tell of the ridiculous things that parents did to help their kids fill out applications.Then Marilee made the “mistake” of writing all that she learned down in a book that was published and became a talked about item. Anything else that was embellished in her “resume” was done by people helping the publishing house to get Marilee on the road for interviews and thus sell more books for the publishing house…..Marilee did Not cheat her way into the position of Dean of Admissions for MIT. Marilee earned that position through excellent hard work and never filled out another application other than that first one to MIT in general to get any “shit job” they could offer her.That is the story of Marilee Jones that I know.Please consider it all in that light.Update: Recently the Boston Globe had an update on Marilee Jones:An MIT dean foretold the admissions scandal, before experiencing her own disgraceIt sheds new light.

I was the daughter of helicopter parents.My parents didn’t allow me to do things on my own. They kept me away from the hot stove using fear tactics, and made everything outside of our household out to be some grand thing where everyone knows and does better than me. They also snooped through all my stuff to make sure they could address whatever they came across. I quickly developed anxiety and trust issues, among other things. At the age of 20, I’ve moved out and am learning to cook from a level that most 10 year olds have already engaged in to some extent.There are many bad things that happen as a result of helicopter parenting.They certainly are not the most effective parents when it comes to raising functional human beings, but they aren’t necessarily bad overall. They legitimately care, and that’s more than a lot of children can say about their parents.Helicopter parents are there to help, and my helicopter mother made sure I had people at my birthday parties growing up despite a lack of social skills. Those parties were amazing because my mom put so much effort into planning activities and games to keep everyone entertained.If you can name an extracurricular opportunity that a child may get, chances are I had it. I’ve done gymnastics, ballet, swimming lessons, lifeguard training, skating lessons, soccer, art classes (for various age groups and particular styles), babysitting classes, childhood “stranger danger” classes (which included a segment on very basic self-defense where they brought in an officer in a bunch of pads and we got to beat on him), rock climbing classes, you name it I’ve done it. My mom didn’t let me miss out.It would be an insult to the children whose issues were overlooked to say that my mother was a bad parent. Was she the best parent ever? Hell no, but she did her best. That and the fact that I am 20, never broke a bone, and have established morals is evidence enough that she did something right. That something is that she loved me, among other things.

Banning guns based on how they look versus how they function.Banning guns based on a projectile being 1/1000th inch bigger than others equally capable.Banning guns based on the diameter or markings on their barrel that have no bearing on its ability to function.Making existing gun owners wait 8 days to take possession of a gun as a “cooling off” period.Banning possession of sheet metal or plastic boxes with springs because these, after all, are some of the most dangerous objects on the planet.Banning and not banning aforementioned boxes based on the number of rounds they hold but allowing the exact same box to be sold legally if it possesses the correct markings on the bottom.Having a one-gun-a-month law to prevent gun trafficking or straw purchases but allow anyone a lifetime waiver of that restriction by simply sending a form to the state saying they are a collector. Any reason for collecting is permissible (“In the event of a zombie apocalypse” is an acceptable reason).Where you live determines your ability to own a gun in the same state.Telling victims of home invasion they are to be arrested and treated as criminals because of the property someone else took from them.Being so concerned about privacy rights that you demand any would-be gun owner waive their HIPAA rights for life to make sure they aren’t “dangerous”.Declaring 18 through 20 year olds children and barring them from exercising their right to own a gun. But that’s the only right they are too immature or unable to exercise as a legal adult at those ages.Compiling lists of guns and gun owners in the utterly illogical belief that a couple pieces of paper solves crimes.Banning the publication of computer code or plans for firearms that are freely available in printed form without restriction. Hating two parts of the Bill of Rights is pretty impressive stuff.Demand that we have noise dampening devices on vehicles and hearing protection on around machinery that can damage hearing in an instant as a public safety measure but regulate the same for firearms to the point it takes 9–10 months and Federal and State permission to own. And not all states will allow you to protect your hearing.Requiring a person to be fingerprinted, photographed and provide a background check and at least two days of training at their own expense and submit the application within 3 days for a license to allow them to apply to purchase a handgun. It is not a “permit-to-possess” but merely a permission slip to fill out a form.Declaring that items meant to safely hold a firearm in order to use it are too dangerous to have fitted to a gun.Buttons are verboten.Changing the color or finish on a gun makes it illegal to sell as “unsafe”.Declaring any semi-automatic rifle an “assault rifle” regardless of age, caliber or feed type.Declaring a Marlin or equivalent tube-fed .22LR semi-auto rifle an “assault weapon”.Allowing anyone via hearsay to claim someone is suspicious or may have violent tendencies and have their guns taken away from them without Due Process.I can go on. And on and on. All strange and ones I could have never come up with on my own.Note for the Irony Challenged: Every single item on this list is an actual law or regulation in force today somewhere in the United States.

My ex husband and I married for over 10 years.When I first met him, he was too good to be true. Loving understanding, generous, kind and promised the world to me. His well respected cops admire by everyone at his town and colleagues. He was a hero to other. He was the first guy I’ve ever been with. I fully trusted him just like my parents relationship trusting, respect and always have your back. I always knew I’ll marry a good man, since I am a happy soul.I Left my life back home to start a new fresh life to a new land and new culture with the man I married. I was excited to start a new beginning.Few weeks after moving in to his place as a married couple I saw the very first red flag of the wonderful man I’ve thought, I found a bunch of naked photos he collected from different women, He gave me a beautiful re-assurance as to why he had those photos.. it’s believable he cried.I was young inexperience 19 y/o, living thousand miles across the country away from my family and friends, Naive enough to believe in everything he says, well I supposed to trust my husband he’s a lot older than me so I figured I’m safer, If he wasn’t a cop he would be a great life speaker. He has the skills to convince anyone to believed everything he said.Within the same year I got pregnant with a beautiful girl she’s a blessing to me. His cheating became evident. Calling names became his favorite word. He is a good player and a Dangerous one I felt bad for the women who fell into his lies. He used them to feed his ego.A part of his strategy is to make sure i know nothing about the world I’m living in, staying dumb and clueless is what he likes, he acts like Mr. Google and everyone is below him.He made sure that my name is no longer what my parents gave me, he granted me a new nick name(cunt, whore, dumb,ugly and more) I didn’t like it but he sure gets the joy out of it.From being happy and positive young person I am, I become isolated, sad and Angry. His negative words start to have power over me.He knows how to laugh…laugh at me, he has the needs to remind constantly that I should be well aware of my confidence should be diminish and not meant to flourish. His ego is huge when my confidence is low.Over time I developed anxiety due to his abusive behavior. Regular conversation become frightful. You never know what insult I’m a getting.One sunny day, he took me shopping I got too excited, yes, I have no access to our bank so I have to constantly ask money from him for my personal expense.I picked the cutest outfit, i’d love to think I have a good sense of style, but the excitement replace with embarrassment when he found out my cloths cost him a little over $60, he started belittling me in public, I put the cloths back, too embarrassed to continue shopping, I ran towards the car to hide my self from people staring at us. They felt bad, I felt worst, But those dress though..such a cute outfit that could add a little spice to my confident that’s slowly fading away.I started to make new friends and let me tell you how awesome that felt, I finally found someone to hang out with, well Ofcourse Mr. perfect man cannot handle the positive relationship around me so he has to Interfere, either ruin it or hook up with friends. i lost a lot of friends but few stick up for me and become a family.Years goes by my ex behavior become eradic, abusive, manipulative, he’s extreme pathological liar, and mentally ill. How did I manage to stay positive it was tough but I always knew I am better and stronger that his words.One day he told me to pack our belongings and we’re moving to different states, I don’t want to, I created a family( friends) to where I was and my daughter made a great friendship, but do I have a choice?We moved to another state no friends starting all over again not knowing he planned carefully to divorce me far from my good friends who consoled me. My suffering gives him satisfaction.Slowly regaining independency made him miserable, I fought to go back to school and learned how to drive (thanks to YouTube, no kidding). The more he isolate me the more I tried to become outgoing, I long for connection.It was a bitter sweet mistakes bringing me to the desert I met great new friends, I kept going against his will. I wasn’t scared anymore, I learned to endure his abusive behavior. He was furious to see how quickly I adjusted.He’s on the job to ruin my relationship to any of my friends. He reminds me of an alligator sitting quietly waiting/observing for its prey, All the lies he put out there to destroy my inner peace, this time he will not succeed. I figured out to make sure he know nothing about my new friends.I started working out,it was my to way to de-stress, yoga has been my favorite and outdoor Camping gave me an inner peace, I slowly gained all my confidence back, I spend less of my time or possibly no time at all with him. I made myself busy to help me get rid of the negative thoughts, I don’t want to entertain self pity. I deleted all sorts of social media to avoid comparing my self to other’s happiness and unrealistic lifestyles I couldn’t afford, rather, focus working on my own self progress.One day after I got out of school I went straight to work a gentle man came asking for my name and serve me the divorce paper,I felt a little embarrassed everyone at work knows my business.I had to hire a lawyer when Mr.Respected ex started to create lies and accusations to make sure the judge will favor towards him, his manipulative skills always benefit him, I wish I can speak like him. I don’t see the needs to speak poorly against him infront of the judge, all I wanted is a smooth process stating on the paper I’m no longer connected to him and Grant me my daughter’s custody, but he is born nasty, no compassion. I truly believed he was born heartless.Eventually, he gave up because guess what this little naive girl will never surrender my rights to my beautiful daughter!, even if it means I have to sleep 2 hrs a day to support my expensive lawyer.I work soo hard to make sure my daughter feel safe and do my best to provide all her needs, Its not an easy transition but I kept going, depression has no chance on me. I stayed strong and focus. I cried at times not because I’m depressed but it made me feel better afterwards.Finally, he came into terms, we both signed the divorce paper… I ran downstairs carried the biggest smile on my face and did my happy dance outside the court ( i created my own happy dance) it was the most happiest day of my life. I called my family about the awesome news.I was soo excited, I ran towards the homeless guy sitting on the bench and told him how happy I was, I don’t know him I just needed a friend and he’s kind enough to Listen to my happy ending. It was a beautiful emotional day for me. I used to just wish for this day to come and here I am In front of the court signing my way back to my freedom and peace.Words are powerful, before I left my old town, I told few of my friends marked my word I will be divorce before I turned 30 and if it won’t happen please come find me and slap me in the face, I said jokingly and here I am divorce before 30.I walk away without asking a penny from this man, I could use alimony but I just want peace and my daughter. I let him keep all his money.Hours after signing all the documents he called to say“ I still love you and our family and how sad I am to make a decisions because you have changed. I miss the old you, the way we used to be”.my daughter was sitting next to him so I just had to hold my tongue but I really wanted to tell him to “fuck Off” I wanted to puke with annoyance.I’ve never been soo excited to sign a paper like that in my life.. I could sign that paper all day long, every signatures is a sign of freedom and I made sure to carry extra pen with me Im afraid I will run out of ink.Tears of joy… joy that he will no longer have the power to hurt, belittle and abuse me. The marriage tittle gave him the right to destroy me but it’s over.I will do my best to Live happy and mentally healthy. We are not meant to live sad nor scared everyday, life is not supposed to be that way.Marriage should be a relationship where you feel safe, strong , accepted, and love.I am working progress to be the person I used to be and I wanted to be.I become wise, strong and unapologetic.He brings out the lion out of the cat in me..Life experienced truly mold me of who I am today.Got my own flat at the nicest safe neighborhood. my daughter goes to one of the best school in the states with her good friends, found a great job and happy with my freedom, Still working to finish my degree. Im traveling more often, It is safe to say I am strong attracted women who been through soo much but no one can break me.I never stop reminding my 10 year old daughter one day she’ll step into the real world and I’ll never want her to experience what I went through but a strong lesson to remind her about the values of self love and understanding what healthy relationships looks like.I want her to be happy,confident and strong educated women.Mr nightmare ex is heading to his 4th marriage this year. I wish I could tell him to re-evaluate himself before destroying around another soul. I felt bad for that young women, she doesn’t know what’s coming.

Always roll your clothes; don't fold them. You'll find a world of space.Don't carry more clothes than you need. Keep it to a bare minimum.Use the app called Showaround. It's of immense help if you'd like to explore.Don't carry large amounts of cash. Credit/Debit cards are safer. In case you get mugged, you can always contact your card service provider.Try to carry as little luggage as possible. You want to enjoy traveling, not have back pain.If your devices have removable batteries, carry 2–4 extra fully charged batteries with you.Don't use hotels, use airbnb, or find places of worship that are open 24 hours. People are always welcome there.Try to be as close to the airports as possible. You can buy fully refundable first class tickets, eat from the lounge, and refund your ticket. It's unethical I know, don't bash me.Don’t wear sports shoes. Wear shoes that are more rugged.If you want to exchange your currency, visit as many exchanges as possible. Chances are you'll get a much better rate.Google things that identify you as a foreigner. Try your best to blend in. You'll be safer that way.Find dollar stores. You can get all your basic necessities there for a dollar or less.Eat more greens if you are constantly traveling within the country. You don't want an upset stomach.Download offline Google map of the area your visiting. Save your staying place as “Home.” You'll never get lost.Keep one of those old school Nokia phones with you. You never know when you'll run out of charge.Dont use Uber or Lyft. Walk distances that are less than 5 km. You'll get your exercise done too.Carry pepper spray with you. Once you use it, you'll know how helpful it is.Save your water bottles. You can always refill them in hospitals.If you want to eat at restaurants, visit during closing time. Prices are half then.Dont waste money on deodorants. Use vinegar.Always carry a pocket knife and a lighter. In airports, make sure they are not in your hand luggage.Use devices with higher internal memory. Sometimes you lose SD cards.People forget how important a pen is. Always carry 2 ball point pens with you. It can even serve as a defensive weapon.Stuff all your cables and small accessories inside your socks. That way you'll never lose them.Try your best to keep your expensive belongings in your hand luggage. You never know when the airport might lose your baggage.Keep scanned copies of your identity cards and passport in your email.If you can, try finding fellow travellers to the same destination. Sharing costs always helps.Don't book one way tickets. Take the longest transit stops possible, that way you can get cheaper tickets.

When I was in high school I had a friend who told me her parents were verbally and physically abusive towards her and each other and were threatening to kick her out of the house when she turned 18. She was a very nice girl who was seemingly intelligent that I had been friend with for about a year and my parents had met and liked. I asked my parents if she could come live with us if her parents did actually kick her out. After a week of thinking they eventually agreed that her situation was a bad one and we would be happy to help her out. We did not have a spare bedroom in our house so if she was going to stay with us for the remainder of her senior year she would have to stay in my room. Because we were so up close and personal my family got to see her do some really strange and confusing things.One strange thing she did was put her HOT curling and straightening irons directly on the pillows on my bed while she was using them. One day when I was making my bed I flipped over one of my pillows and it has burn marks all over the back side. I told her that i’d rather she curled her hair in the bathroom and then my mom asked me why there were burn marks on our washcloths. When we confronted her about the pillows and the washcloths she said that she was afraid she would burn our counter tops and my bedside table (which was metal…). So instead she decided to put hot flat/curling irons on pillows and washcloths between grabbing pieces of hair?Although there were many many other things she did that ultimately caused my parents to ask her to move a month into her stay, there was one thing that really weirded me out. When she moved in one of the only things I asked of her was that she didn't wear my clothes. I am allergic to almost every detergent so I had to use a different detergent than my other family members and I wanted to prevent possible rash breakouts. I didn't borrow her clothes, she didn't borrow mine. To avoid having to spend extra time in the morning getting ready I would almost always put out the clothing I was planning on wearing the next day. She would get up and leave earlier than I did every morning to go to a club activity before school. When I would get up 30 minutes later all or most of the clothing I would lay out would be gone. When I got to school she would be wearing the clothes I had put out, down to the underwear and bra. Even after I asked her to stop, any time I put clothes out to wear, whether it be the night before or a couple mins before a shower, she would take ONLY the underwear I had chosen and wear it that day. I have always wondered why she chose to continuously take and wear my clean underwear/bras when she had just as many pairs and even bought herself some multiple times during her short stay with us. I was left utterly disgusted.

The question I am answering is, “Why can't we use this tool universally in all our schools? It would save more lives than all the gun bans and laws and regulations in the whole world.”I think this is a good start, but it would have to be part of a much larger package on mental health than we have ever had in this country. We have swept mental health under the rug for far too long. These events used to be far and few between, and have become common place in our society. We warehouse people in prisons that usually have underfunded mental health programs.In state prisons, 73 percent of women and 55 of men have at least one mental health problemIn federal prisons, 61 percent of women and 44 percent of menIn local jails, 75 percent of women and 63 percent of menBy the numbers: Mental illness behind barsI am not saying we need to coddle prisoners, but these people are now getting a PhD. in criminology, AND they have mental problems. What happens when these people are released into society? We punish them, but do little to affect the underlying problem.My point is that mental illness is behind many of our societies ills. The article quoted in this question starts the process of getting these people identified, getting them the mental help they need, and possibly stop them before they have a desire to engage in a mass shooting. A poster, earlier said, that these shooters are not mentally ill. I don’t even understand the logic behind this belief. Sane people don’t go on killing sprees. These people have “snapped”.Another person said that most mass killers are bullies. Maybe their last act was bullying, but the ones that stand out in my head are people like Adam Lanza, Seung-Hui Cho, and Devin Patrick Kelley. Most of these have a common thread, “being bullied and not fitting in”. This is especially true for the younger mass murderers. Dylan Roof seemed to have friends. In this, he is somewhat of an anomaly, but he has demonstrated that he “suffers from Social Anxiety Disorder, a Mixed Substance Abuse Disorder, a Schizoid Personality Disorder, depression by history, and a possible Autistic Spectrum Disorder.” The diagnosis was made before he committed the murders. I am not saying being bat-$hit crazy is in any way a reason to excuse these people, but maybe identifying it earlier could stop the spree before it begins.Rather than have the teacher do this, a personality test could be implemented for all students in a school system yearly or bi-yearly. Mental Health professionals could start treatment before it becomes a problem. Most of all, people need to speak up. I would love to see an FBI profiler’s assessment of people who commit these crimes as a group. I found a little from non-FBI psychologists. “’In most cases, there’s a long trail leading up to the actual act of violence,’ said Peter Langman, a psychologist in Allenton, Penn., who has studied mass shooters.” I am afraid that these people need to be watched closely. Cross reference this with any recent firearms purchases, and you must really watch that individual. Get enough danger signs, and I believe that this will point to the people who are going on shooting sprees. There is a smarter way to go about this. If it works, then we should see a reduction in these types of incidents.