In my late forties and I couldn’t tell you what year I graduated. I know I fucked up so bad freshman year I had to switch from an Ivy League to an okay school with zero credit to my name, and lost a whole year, I know I got to 90% done with three different minors I ended up hating and dropping. I know I’m successful and happy in my career.
It doesn’t matter a bit.
Also, you’re struggling BUT doing it. That’s way more impressive than cruising through college.

French here: it works. Miam.

Honestly, when I remember it, I can hear the fabric of reality tearing.

I was 16, on a road-trip in the US with my dad and my sister. We’re French. First time in the US. Get to NYC after a month. That was before Internet existed: we had booked a room in the Central Park YMCA by mail. Reception goes: “Yes, you’re in the book. LastName, 2 people, today through next Saturday.”
“Err, no, sorry, the dates are right but there are 3 of us.”
“Oh, we must have written it down wrong, no problem, we’ll give you a bigger room.” We get to our room. 5 minutes later there’s a knock on the door. My sister opens it. My dad’s jaw clatters on the lino floor. It was his estranged dad and very much estranged step-mother. He hadn’t been in touch for 20 years; I had met them once when I was 3; my sister, never. They had booked a room under the same LastName (duh), for the same 6 nights, in the same hostel, for their first visit to the US.
We did spend some time with them in NYC, but it didn’t lead to any happily-ever-after, family-healing breakthrough, because they were jerks or, to be honest, monsters.

Now you must tell me about the first three seasons of FRIENDS. (Please?)

I think he went? He ordered them on the web from Berlin retailers, then booked a plane ticket. Our dad caught up with him at some point, but I can’t remember if it was here or there. We were just happy he didn’t try to ride his huge bike across Europe instead of flying. The state he was in, he wouldn’t have made it.

We live 3000 km from Berlin.

In France, Chilean-French isn’t a thing, unless you hold both passports. You’re “YourPassportian, but in France for 20 years”, or “YourPassportian, but moved countries a lot.” .

As the sister of a 45-year-old man who’s been diagnosed with bipolar disorder (dunno the English term) 20 years ago: when you take the right meds, they’ll work. You’ll then think you’re good and don’t need them anymore, and stop taking them because the side effects are annoying. It’s a really bad idea. Last time he got 5,000€ in debt to buy Christmas trees to gift to random homeless people around Berlin.

Glad that you asked! I weave rag rugs from dead clothing and sheets. It goes Sheet > Rag for spills > Cleaning rag > Teared into strips for weaving. When I have a full bag, I weave a new rug, having fun with the colors on hand. I get 60cm*1m absorbent rugs for the bathroom or the mudroom. Some are so cute my kid preempts them for her bedroom. They’re resistant, thick, easy to wash, easy to discard when they get ratty.

Never had your issue, but Dim is okay. Mid-range quality.

I’m speaking for all of us when I say: What?

I have one. It’s awesome. But don’t do it if you’re not absolutely sure you want it.

Which country?.

I just woke up but, for the idiots who say a fetus is a person, isn’t it the same logic as “you killed a man, the law gets to kill you?” Wich is a thing is the US.

Dear Bob. I’m so fucking sorry.

Why would vaccination end? Not from the US - what did I miss?