Snohomish high school lockdown today

I had recently purchased the Bullseye Deluxe, along with aftermarket grill grates, pellets, and a cover. I had wanted to use it on Memorial Day weekend.
When the unit showed up, the metal rim on the lower portion was bent, the included stainless steel grill grate was broken (bent tine prevented it from sitting flush, the inside of the lid was scratched to hell because the cast iron deflector was thrown in there without padding or being secured down. Had issues with the hinge too.
After contacting support and providing details and pictures, I was told they would be sending me a new grill.
Fast forward to today, and the package that showed up from them only contained the lower half. So as of today, I’ve had two shipments from recteq and I still don’t have a working Bullseye Deluxe.
I’m ready to send it all back and call it quits on this once high-quality brand.
Has anyone had a similar experience with the Bullseye Deluxe? There is a video on YouTube with similar QA issues so I figured I’d ask the greater Reddit recteq community. Thanks in advance.

I’m not a person who cries alot or cries at all, but today i let it all out, im writing this whilst crying, got kicked out of 2 schools, all the people my age are ahead of me while I can’t do anything, im not able to complete my education, shifted to a new city and lost all my friends, don’t know what to do with my life, I don’t wanna disappoint my parents but I can’t do anything right now man, it’s been 4 years since I cried, im inside my room locked cos if I show my tears to my parents they’ll cry too, but hey, life’s tough, you just gotta say “it is what it is” :)

So for school me and my friend are making doughnuts. We've already made the dough but when we put it in the frying machine the inside isn't cooked enough and the outside gets a bit burned. I think it's because we put the temperature a bit high but im not sure. The temperature we put it on was 170degrees celcius.
here's the recipe (it is in dutch so you might have to translate it): https://dagelijksekost.een.be/gerechten/doughnut-met-chococino

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Bonjour, je vie en Ontario et suit un cours de mathématique en français et enligne pour secondaire. Je cherche un tuteur de math qui peu vas m'assister et je luis paierai par moi.
Si vous connaisser quelqun ou connaisser ou je pourrais poster ceci pour en trouver un s'il vous plait laisser moi savoir.
Its for a high school calculus and vector course. If u are interested lmk

A little backstory
My brother has been expelled from school for accidentally taking a weapon to school (this wasn't the first time he did it) He has no more contact with any body from that school and is thinking of swapping school for next semester because the currant one doesn't want him Back EVER. I (M18) fully understand this I have seen a side of him that nobody else has seen. I've also read his notes of this "Problem with the school" in which he explaines that he managed to convince everyone in the family that he is the victim.
Today I was walking to my room just after talking to my father and suddenly heard my brother talking to some girl in his room on the phone. I was curious I hadn't heard this person in my life before so I listened carefully it was just a normal conversation until he got out of his room to look around. I didn't want to get caught to I jumped into my sister room which was right next to me lucky she was out. He musst have heard something in that direction because he came started to walk in that direction. I knew if I dived under her bed it would make to much noise so I decided to just hide behind her door. Thankfully he didn't notice me. He went back to his room. After about a 1 min I came out to go to my room because I thought the call was over until I heard his talking again. I had heard my sisters name. Now I was even more curious. The longer I listened the worse it got. He had protendet to be one of my sisters friends and had messenger her to meet up. He followed with that this would be her end. I was horrified. I sneked back to my room. After around 5 minutes I had calmed down and went back to listen but the call had ended. I went back to my room and just sat there thinking that I had heard this out of context because I hadn't listened all the time but I thew my brother wasn't a good person. After about 10 min of stressing ,I get a text message from a friend who claimed he has a new number and wants to meet by to streem in the forest tomorrow. I would have wanted gone if I hadn't just heard what I heard. My first question is who is the girl and why is my brother doing this I an locked in my room right now thinking if I should go preperd tomorrow or just stay home.

I have a YTH22v46 bought in 2018. An unfamiliar mechanic took it to look it over after sitting for a few years and is telling me it needs a new transmission (hydrostatic rear end) and a battery. The mower has less than 100 hrs on it and was only used for a single season. Everyone I’ve talked to online who knows about lawnmowers says that it seems highly unlikely that there would be anything wrong with the transmission just from sitting. On Facebook marketplace the same mechanic posted in March looking for parts for a similar husqvarna. I’m thinking he may have swapped my transmission with his and is putting the cost on me. I have been asking him to bring the lawnmower back for three weeks and he keeps making excuses. Last time I talked to him was Friday and he said he would bring it back today (Sunday morning) and he still hasn’t shown up. How should I proceed? I’m assuming I should start by contacting the police and file a report? Should I give him until the end of the day and call the police in the AM? Is there any way to confirm whether or not he stole parts off my machine for his own? I’m in NY state

Im going through a tough time right now and considering whether to start socially transitioning as a trans man or not. My fear is that I’m making a mistake and that I’m just a tomboy who in 5 years will be on this sub crying about how I ruined myself. but looking back at my life my issues feel a little deeper than just being a masculine women.
Ever since I can remember I’ve always been masculine. Being the father or son while playing pretend, choosing to play with boy toys, and picking the boy character when playing a video game. femininity was encouraged from me, but I never wanted anything to do with it.
in elementary school I felt like an alien in female spaces and roles. I enjoyed not being able to understand them, and hated when girls would assume that I did. I felt uncomfortable in dresses, and even though I thought I looked pretty in them, I still felt unexplainably sad when I wore them.
In middle school I began to stare longingly at my uncles suits and ties and found out that cross-dressing existed and started to dress in men’s clothing. I felt better about myself and finally began to understand why people liked to dress up and go out. My discomfort in female spaces and roles persisted.
I’d always preferred to wear my hair up, but soon wanted to cut it short. After that I looked like a boy and strangers would call me he, sir, and young man. I liked it, and the thought that people thought I was a boy made me excited.
It wasn’t until high school that things got super bad. My chest made me uncomfortable and I wore sports bras 24/7, even at home. The doctor told me that my growth spurt had finished and that my puberty was basically wrapping up. I couldn’t believe it, I felt stuck. Like more things we’re supposed to be happening to me. I was saddened and confused that I wasn’t going to look anything like my male classmates. I began to grow jealous of them. Then my parents wanted me to wear a dress to homecoming and while trying some on I started to cry and couldn’t understand why It made me feel so bad.
Do tomboys really feel like this? I thought so at first but as my condition worsens I’m starting to believe that less and less. I dread showering because it means I have to see and touch my female parts, and the knowledge that I will never be a man makes me unbearable sad to the point of not being able to get out of bed some days. I thought tomboys were supposed to be ok with being a women.
So then maybe I’m just a girl that has an underlying issue that’s not gd? But I was raised by a loving family, the only (diagnosed) issue I have is social anxiety, I’ve got no trauma, and I’m very comfortable with the same sex attraction part of my bisexuality. So I’m not sure if that’s the case either.
To be honest I’ve always been transphobic so the idea that I could be trans is all very unsettling and new to me. I’ve never been happy with my body or my place in the world and atm transitioning seems like it would help me, but I’m scared to be wrong. What if I’m just a tomboy with body image issues?
Don’t know if this is the right sub to post this on but I just needed to get this out in a place where people aren’t just blindly affirming you. I’m scared I’m going to make an irreversible mistake but I can’t take this anymore I feel so shitty.

Hello there I'm a non-EU citizen so I applied months ago and I got my conditional offer months ago. However, even though I'm an IB student, the conditions provided by the university did not even mention IB.
The only two conditions were to accept the offer reply form (done) and to send my final grades to the university (transcripts, high school diploma, etc.)
Considering these two conditions which seem really basic do you think is there any chance of me getting rejected? All of my grades are above 50% and my IB predicted was 38 however the conditions seemed a bit vague to me. There are no specific requirements besides sending the documents. Did anyone else get any type of other conditions such as sticking up with a certain grade for IB?

I (17F) have my high school graduation ceremony next week. I'm the first one in my family to graduate, as my father dropped out to join the military and my mother (46F) dropped out after she had her first kid.
I'm disabled and receive benefits each month. Since I'm a minor, my mother is the beneficiary. When she first started receiving the money, I made it clear that it was okay to spend it on things that were necessary (clothes, food, emergencies, etc.), but I didn't want her to spend it on expensive unnecessary items for herself. It's against the law anyways, and she has her own money to do that with.
Flash forward six months, and almost all the money is gone. I found a copy of her bank statement on the floor, and she had spent almost 7 HUNDRED dollars a month on cigarettes, uber, and new clothes for herself. That left about 100 for my needs.
I confronted her about it, and it started a huge screaming match. She said she was kicking me out, getting rid of my cat, and would not be going to my graduation. I put my cat in his carrier, took my bag specifically packed for this situation (we've been having issues for a while), and left to stay with my aunt for the night.
I had a close friend who had been wanting to pay for extra grad tickets. Since mom wasn't going to my graduation, I sold her ticket to this friend. I figured she would put it to better use than I would -- I had already invited everyone I wanted to invite.
I came home the next day to my wallet on the floor with all my cash missing. Mom came home shortly after, asking about graduation like nothing had happened. I told her she would not be going to graduation, and I sold her ticket already. She began screaming at me again, saying she was diagnosed with cancer and wouldn't have that long to live. Shocked, I asked her what kind. She said basal cell carcinoma. I understand that cancer is terribly scary, but this specific type is really unlikely to kill her. She admitted she had already been to the doctor to get it removed and didn't need chemo. The way she was talking about it, I thought she only had two months left. It felt super guilt-trippy, like she was using it as a last resort to try and get her ticket back.
Both mom and my aunt said that I was horrible for selling the ticket. They knew that she would change her mind about not wanting to go, and I shouldn't deprive a poor mother with cancer of watching her daughter be the first to graduate. I, on the other hand, think she shouldn't have said she didn't want to go. She didn't just say it to me, either -- she texted all our family saying she wasn't going. I didn't really want her there either after she had kicked me out and threatened to throw my cat on the street. So AITA?

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don't mind the format as this was typed on mobile ~
hello all! One of my first posts on a throwaway account but i need you guys's help (be aware that this will be a long post)
for a bit of backstory, we met in amino but gradually moved to talk on discord more.
alright, a few months ago during mid July, i (17, soon to be 18F) confessed to my best friend (19 soon to be 20M) of 4 years on text. i was planning to call him and confess but as it turns out, our busy schedules didn't permit it. (we plan to meet next year once i graduate high school)
so his reply was something i didn't exactly expect lol. he was flattered, but said he was on the aromantic spectrum, specifically desinoromantic (google it idk how to summarize hsgsh but basically you can somewhat feel attraction)
then he followed up saying that he likes me too but since we have diff timezones at the moment since we live like 2 continents away, it wouldn't exactly work. (maybe this would be different if this was irl, but again, im not sure)
so im lowkey just confused lol, does he actually like me back? i know he reassured me saying that he did but a part of me can't help that he probably said it out of panic given he was panicking the whole time since it's his first time dealing with a love confession (same honestly) + the whole desinoromantic thing kinda confuses me hhh
im well aware i have to wait to meet him irl in a year to further try and take things to the next levels, but i've been second guessing what he means so yeah. sorry, i overthink alot.
tldr: confessed to bestie of 4 years, bro says he is desinoromantic (basically on the aro spectrum) but regardless says he reciprocates feelings but i feel like he said it out of panic or in fear of not hurting my feelings. please help aa

Hey guys, I recently graduated from college and I’ve been having very little luck in the way of job searching. My high school has an incredible network with many people from my year coming in as analysts at places like Bain, McKinsey, etc. (I say bain and McKinsey in particular, because that’s where the guys I was closest with in HS are going to work). I figured there was no point in applying to these places because I wouldn’t get in.
My friends told me otherwise—that a referral would change the nature of my application—I thought that really only mattered for undergraduate internships (at least for the bigger firms).
The reason why I even ask this is because I feel uncomfortable networking; it feels underhanded to fake a relationship with someone just to ask them for something. And it’s not like I didn’t get along with these boys, we were friends, we drank together, and had good moments. But this was in high school, and we haven’t spoken in 4 years. I feel it’d look incredibly suspicious to just randomly hit them up to ask for a referral. Not sure.

Hello. I'm a 31 year old Mexican living in the Central Valley (Merced to be a little more precise). I'm a bit of an introvert with super high anxiety, and its caused me to shy away from dating for far too long. I'm looking for any women who are interested in talking regularly to see if we make a real connection.
A bit about me: 5'10, about 200 lbs, with black hair and brown eyes. I'm a high school math teacher. I got a house a year go (still figuring out all there is to being a homeowner lol). I like to watch sports (mostly football. I can talk football all day) and play video games (but I'm not much of a gamer...I just play when I can). I'm a pretty big comic book geek, as well as a fan of anime and manga. As you can see, I'm a pretty big nerd, so nerdy girls are especially welcome. However, I would love to hear about someone's interests that are different from my own.
If anyone wants to talk, just let me know, and we can go from there. Thank you to anyone who reads this. Have a nice day!

Hello.
I have been doing research on OSDD due to having a special interest in psychology, and I wanted some advice on whether some things I experience could be plurality or are normal for the disorders I already have. If it is relevant, I am twenty years old.
For context, I have ADHD, Autism, OCD, Dyscalculia, and Social Phobia.
The discussion of trauma is not until the end of the post and the beginning and end are clearly marked:
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I will begin with discussing my memory. I am notorious for remembering basically nothing. Before the recent months, I have always assumed this to be my ADHD. However, it is more the way I do not remember that is making me question this. Generally, I experience what one may refer to as 'greyout amnesia' perhaps(?) I have a general idea of what happened to this body, but I can not remember it in any specific detail; moreso, it is as if I am given a list of facts that happened and a general sense of being there. I could tell you what I did in order, but I do not physically remember it (or-- I do remember it, but it feels like I was not there). That being said, it is like that with a lot of my memories unless I was directly just doing it, so it can be hard to say for sure whether this would indicate anything of relevance.
I do, however constantly experience dissociation in both depersonalization and derealization. I will very frequently find myself feeling as if I am not in my own body. It is a common occurrence to peer at myself in the mirror and find that I do not recognize myself. It is the same body and same face that I have always had, and I do recognize this fact, but it does not feel like it is mine. I have the same feeling with looking at photos of myself. However, it is important to note that I do not always feel this way. There have been times where I was comfortable and familiar with my face and body, but lately it has not been that way for months. For derealization, it feels like I am not actually real or living in this world. This happens to me a lot and it is a general sense of 'there's no way I'm real' even if I know technically I should be. After I am done with these dissociative episodes, the memories do not appear to me as an episode, but as they were. As if I actually was not myself and/or real for those moments.
Another thing that I experience in regards to not feeling like this is my body is what I have been referring to as 'age dysphoria'. It is exactly what it sounds like; I have phases where I feel very much so like a child (in particular-- the child I used to be) perhaps around age ten. During these periods I will look in the mirror and feel completely dysphoric about appearing so old. This also manifests itself in feeling like my body is too big or that my appearance is much older than it is supposed to be. I will see my hairy legs and think "how are they so hairy... this feels wrong... I'm not supposed to be this old", or I will lay in my bed and be uncomfortable about how much space I occupy. I experienced this just last night, yet I can not recall if I have felt this before because of my memory.
When it comes to possible alters this part is very confusing to me, because everything I experience is not exactly clear. What I do know, is that I have at least two particular versions of myself that I tend to switch between at random intervals. These personality changes usually cooccur with finding a new hyperfixation, and so I always assumed my personality heavily depended on those. Almost everything about me tends to change depending on the type of hyperfixation I have (gender, sexuality, feelings about myself). Right now, my hyperfixation is a children's cartoon and I have been feeling very child-like. I commonly will talk in language too young for my age and broken sentences, even if I technically know how to say it correctly. On the flip side, my last hyperfixation was a media for more mature audiences due to the violence in it. During this time I was definitely feeling more adult-like. This also manifests in periods of complete asexuality and being uncomfortable with adult topics while I am hyperfixated on something child-like.
In addition to these feelings, my thoughts do talk to themselves on occasion. I am confused mostly because it is not exactly a separate voice, but instead the same voice of consciousness. However, I will say there is the capability of two voices at once. Usually I can sing a song in my head and still have a consciousness stream going as normal. Once again, this was presumed to be ADHD. But usually, it is all my same inner voice (more commonly known as thoughts) that think against one another.
For example, I may think "why did you do that?" and then I would answer "I don't know." OR, sometimes I get responses in what may be considered 'the back of my mind'? These are usually very short responses and do not say much if anything. I may say "should I do ___?" and then I will sometimes hear a small "yes" or "no." Usually I would refer to this as intuition, or, when I was younger and religious, I would sometimes think of it as God's voice. Whatever it is, it is clear that I am not deciding these thoughts. They make themselves.
[THIS IS THE TRAUMA PART. DO NOT READ IF IT MAY BE TRIGGERING]
The biggest confusion I have had is with the prerequisite of trauma for the disorder. I know I did not have an easy childhood, but to me it does not seem 'bad enough' to cause OSDD (?). A lot of people consider me very traumatized, but I seem to not care too much about what has happened to me. That being said, I know a lot of people with these types of disorders do not remember a lot of their childhood due to the amnesia, so what do I know.
What I do know, however, is that I never really had a sense of security as a kid. Until my parent's divorced (around age seven) they were constantly fighting. My father has always been a yeller, and will find every excuse to use his loud and booming voice against you. I know I was spanked very hard up until age thirteen. When my father got angry, it was instant terror. He would scream, and throw stuff, and grab you very hard. If you tried to run to your bedroom and lock him out, he would get even angrier. Sometimes he would be so mad that he would rip doors off their hinges and scream at you so loud that you'd instantly zone-out. If my older brother or I made him angry we would immediately be bent over his knee and smacked extremely hard.
My living conditions were always dirty, and we constantly moved around the city at least once every two years. I did not have many (if any) friends because I was autistic and people thought I was weird. These facts were a constant throughout my entire childhood.
After my parent's divorce, I lived with my mother until age fifteen. She also yelled, but more out of stress rather than anger. My mother was very disabled (living with undiagnosed Autism, ADHD, CPTSD, OCD, and Bipolar Disorder as well as diagnosed fibromyalgia) and so she did not do much but sit around. She did not have a job and we lived off of child support alone. Food insecurity was pretty prevalent. We could not afford many things that may be considered valuable or sometimes necessary to a child's development. In addition to this, since my mother was so incapable of parenting, I had to step up as the (previously) eldest daughter. I had been parenting my youngest siblings from a very young age. My older brother stayed away from everyone and was constantly locked in his room in the basement. Mostly, the kids were my responsibility if my mom could not do anything (which was frequent).
Ever since I was very young I was completely emotionally neglected. I actually can not recall being told 'I love you' very much at all. I was constantly considered a bother and an inconvenience and spent a lot of time alone as a result. Every time I am rejected I feel as if I am ten years old again and my parents are telling me to shut up for being so annoying. On the upside, I was more than content to spend time with myself as my mind is always entertaining on its own. However, it did feel like I was there for everyone and nobody was there for me.
My mother was also not a very mentally well person in general. She would constantly emotionally manipulate us and tell us things nobody should ever tell their kids. She would go into detail about her traumatic childhood abuse and tell us kids that she would end her life if she did not have us to take care of (even going as far as to describe how she would do it in graphic detail).
I worked a job as young as possible and hardly ever attended school due to being depressed since I was about twelve. I missed a very substantial portion of my middleschool and highschool education.
When I was fifteen, my mother was arrested for distribution of child pornography. She had kept secret cameras in our bedrooms and bathrooms to send footage to her pedophile boyfriend who lived in a different country. The brunt of the physical sexual abuse was committed on my younger sister who was nine at the time, and, to my knowledge, I was never physically touched by her; however, she did very much groom me with topics I should not have been familiar with at such an age. I remember her constantly telling me to 'go masturbate' (worded as "touch yourself") everytime I was stressed out because it would 'help'. Knowing what I know now, it is clear she just wanted me on camera for her partner.
That aside, when my mother was arrested I moved back in with my father. It was not easy. My father does not believe in mental illness very much, and he was always quick to gaslight me on my emotions. He was still prone to incredible anger as well. Mostly, though, now directed at my younger brother (the new scapegoat now that I was too old to scare into submission). He is very alike me as a child (he has autism and ADHD) and I would constantly get flashbacks to things he said to me as a kid everytime he yelled at my brother.
Needless to say, there was constant yelling in the house. I would have to cover my ears and pretend I did not hear it because I was so petrified due to experiencing the same things very young. Despite that, I was still in charge of emotionally raising my siblings at this house because my father has always been very distant emotionally. I was always the first person to rush in after my siblings got yelled at and comfort them. Yet still, I never had anybody to care for me.
When I turned eighteen, I moved out to university and I thrived very much. However, I did get dependent on weed for a good two years.
I had to drop out due to being completely incapable of functioning as an adult, and now live with my father currently. I will say, he is not as bad as he used to be due to a visit from Child Protective Services.
That is all the relevant information I can think of for my childhood. If any of that was enough to cause some sort of disorder, then perhaps my findings may have some value.
[END OF TRAUMA]
This is all the information I can link to maybe having an alter-based disorder. That being said, I only know so much. This is why I have made this post; it is my hope that something I said today can be explained.
I would like to hear the opinions of people who do experience OSDD and what they make of this. I will be happy to answer any questions you may have for me.
Thank you for your help.

I don’t think I’ve fully understood this about my procrastination until today, the day before a report is due, but also my last week of work.
Normally, my anxiety is at an all time high and I hate starting a report, but then I drive it home in a ~15 hour span the weekend before I turn it in. Now that I’m leaving the job, I have no anxiety about finishing the project, procrastinated until the final weekend, and have no motivation to finish it since I’m not anxious about it.
Anyways, advice for finishing this stupid thing would be greatly appreciated…only about 25-30 pages of writing left.

For context, I am a 19 year old female who just finished her first semester of college. Since this post is about money, I also have to add that my parents are wealthy because my dad owns several companies.
I went to a boarding school from ages 14-18, and my dad would give me $150 per month to pay for school supplies, toiletries, snacks, and other things for my dorm room.
After I graduated high school, my dad declined to increase my allowance even though the monthly expenses in college are so much more. He said that if I want more money, I have to earn it myself. So that summer, I got a full time job at a business that belonged to a family friend, and he was kind enough to drive me to and from work every day since I didn’t have my driver’s license yet. I limited my spending during the summer so that I could make my savings last all year in college. It was stressful, but it worked.
Now that I’ve been back home for about 2 weeks, I’m broke and I have $6 left in my bank account.
Recently my dad sat me down and told me that he would be ending my allowance. The reason is that I am not doing enough house chores and I’m not helping my mom take care of my 87 year old grandmother enough. I would have been happy to help, but they never asked me to. They just expected me to volunteer. My dad says that my behavior shows my lack of appreciation for my parents and that it would be unfair to keep paying me if I’m not acting like I’m a part of this family.
I registered for summer classes a while back so I wouldn’t fall behind in my college credits, and the classes start about 1 month after the spring semester ended. I had originally planned to use the 1 month break to relax because college makes me very burnt out, and for the rest of summer I was just going to focus on my studies and rely on the $150/month from my dad. When I told my parents this, they said that it was unacceptable to waste a month of my summer doing nothing. They made it seem like I was crazy to think I can just not work all summer. When I brought up the allowance, they said, “you cannot expect us to help you if you are unwilling to help yourself.”
My dad wants me to use this time to work at one of his companies full time (40 hrs a week), which I have been doing for a bit because I’m too afraid to tell him no. Even though my dad helped me get my driver’s license last august, my parents made no arrangements for me to drive one of their four cars, so I can’t drive. I didn’t get to choose my hours of availability because I have to ride with my dad to work at 8am every day. And every day I have to ask around for someone who is available to give me a ride home after my shift is over. I told him I want to work part time so I can focus on applying for scholarships & have more free time but he said “No, don’t sell yourself short.” He wants me to continue working part time when classes start.
So they expect me to hold down a job while taking rigorous courses, with no financial support from them and no car. Am I wrong for thinking this is unreasonable?

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