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I live in Philadelphia. I’m trying to find a major in web development, not so much the design part (wouldn’t mind it, though) but the coding (php, jquery, and all of those fancy stuff including basics like html and css, etc.)
The only college/university I could find was Drexel, but Drexel is a private university and it’s EXPENSIVE. I need to attend a state affiliated college but I can’t find one with the major I want. I talked to my counselor and he seem a little clueless about web development.

My Mom had a afair with her sisters husband. I was a created from the afair. I never knew I was a product of a afair. My mom hates me, and blames me for being born. Because my moms husband is african american, so its very obviouse my mom had a afair. Despite this my mom, and step dad lied to me, and told me I was mixed. I grew up getting into fights with black people telling me Im not black, and me telling them I am. I saw my face as mixed even though I am obviosly white. I have a point European nose, and jewish features. Light brown even blondish hair, and blue eyes.My mom left me and took my brothers and sisters with her when I was 16 teen. She came back a year later and continued hating me. She would have my older brother beat me up, even jump me with other kids. She would buy, or make dinner for all my siblings except me. And she even told me every day I am a retard, and will never be anything. She ment it literally, that I had a mental disability. The guidence counselor at my school tried to tell her I scored the highest on the state math test. And that I should go to college, and asked her to sign a schollarship paper. My mom told the guidence counselor im a little retart , and I am not going to college. She then(my mom) told me to get a job at a factory.She planned to make me un marriable and have me forever tucked away in her basement hiding the secret. But I was handsome girls would call the house, guidence counselors were knocking because I was smart. So to solve her problem she kicked me out the house, and had me disowned from the whole famly cuzins, and all. She told them I was a bad terrible son. I stayed in agroup home, and still finished my senior year of high school. the group home had a step program to get those kids working a apartment. I found a job quickly, and was going to get the apartment. Until my mom called the week before knowing said she wants me to come home. My mom and dad had been seperated for the 2 months I was gone. The day I came back my step Dad sucker punched me in the mouth my mom told the police it was my fault and they locked me up. I spent three days in jail till my cuzin bailed me out. My Dad droped the fake charges because it was bringing my Mom un wanted attention. Then I finally figured out why my mom was doing this, and that I was a product of a afair. I acidently bumped into my uncle, that I was never aloud to see, or be at the same famly get togethers as. He had my face, even my weird hands. My ant told me that the afair happend when they had a 1year old sone and a 2 yearold son, and when. that placed the afair at nine months before I was born.I eventually made into NYU( a good school). I teach kids who go through abuse like me. And I even act or try to be a star.I was on one collegehumor sketh , and had one speaking under 5 in a movie.I actually even landed a lead in a NBC pilot that was cancled. Sorry Im babbling. But really what do you think? Is this worthy of a novel? theres other small stories in my life that go with my story. Like the time I caused a huge union strike at a supermarket I worked at for discriminating agianst me. I won and the racist super market was forced to finaly hire minoritys from the section 8 housing project across the street.I came from little rochester new york to big NYC by myself.I put on a whole theater show before with a simple marketting plan and fufilled my first dream of doing sketch comedy. My first modeling gig the guy wiped out his meat and put porn on , and said I need you to be more sexy. I ran away! My x threw a brick at my friend because she was jealouse. And made me loose my voice before my first audition because swhe was so jealose/insecure (it was a sex scene). My baby sister would always talk to me, and play with me. I decided I could never see her again when my mom slammed her head into the wall for talking to me. She was hysterical when that happened, and hysterical when I told her at 5 I wasnt going to be able to see her for a long time. I had asmthma so my mom washed all the room walls in clorox. I started to turn blue(my lips) so she put me in a beach chair sitting up. And told me I dont want to pay for a ambulance we cant aford it. And the car doesent run well. My aunt busted in and drove me to the hospital the 1o minute ride. The doctor looks at my mom and tells her I only had 10 or 15 minutes to live.I think this could be a book, but maybe theres plenty of stories like that already?so what do you think?novelist will take it?

Hey guys so I just finished grade 9 and my counselor near the end of the year asked me to leave and go to alternative school because of drugs (he couldn’t prove it, but rumors had started up – I was recovering from heavy drug use and stuff so ya). The alternative school I’m going to has only 22 students, and like 2 teachers and a couple staff. I know a couple people at this school but they’ve both gotten into smoking crack and I have just gotten off meth and I don’t want to go down this path again but I used to be friends with these dudes, and they’re super chill and lots of shared interests and all that but I’m honestly scared I’ll get into harsh drugs again and I’m at the point where if people around me are doing it, I will probably do it because I’ll remember and crave. Like I know this is a really stupid question but I’m gonna be in a confined, small area with old friends who do crack…And btw the last couple months I got into a lot of arguements with my other friends so like IDK what to do. I probably won’t be talking to anyone from my old school. Also at this particular school there are either gang affiliated (they come from a ghetto like part of town, they’re friends with gangsters) or these old crackhead friends. Any advice on dealing with these guys? Before they got kicked out of my old school they often crashed at my house because they were kicked out, and this one guy liked me and I’ve always liked him but if I go out with him it’ll get worse even more.
How do I deal with next year? I’ve just recieved the acceptance into the school and it IS the answer for my schooling and I am for sure going, I just need a bit of advice. Thanks.
PS. No need, to tell me to report them to smoking crack trust me it’s fine, I’ve known these guys for a while and it’s sort of a “drug/rock n roll community” that I’m included but don’t want to land face first into the gutter again…

Recently one night early in the morning (like 1-2) I posted a status on my page, not directed to anybody, due to one kid constantly chatting me to get my account phished for no reason. So, I got tired of it and posted a status using a handful a curse words (bastard, F-word, and sh!#)…
Now, happy I’m not getting more messages by this person, my friend responds days later and says that my camp counselor saw this and told the guy in charge, we’ll call him Mr. A.
I don’t plan on going back to the Camp at all, seeing as how I haven’t been going anyway and I’m probably not going next year. Mr. A and this camp and its counselors used to be affiliated with my school but this year they branched off.
My question is, how can I get in trouble, and WHY did the counselor (she’s a girl and my friend, but shes like 18 and im 13) just HAVE to tell Mr. A. He’s probably just gonna talk to me in private if I were to ever go back to the camp but I’m afraid something might go down at my school (We’re having a new principal).
fml. answers are appreciated