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My partner has witnessed me have seizures a few times. One time (at band camp), he walked in on me having a tonic-clonic seizure in the bathroom. He’d heard me making weird groaning and hard, irregular breathing noises (which wasn’t the norm). This one I called the Vileda Seizure because I ended up with my head in a Vileda bucket (see blog about exactly this: Epilepsy Sparks).He was of course worried. He first ensured that I wasn’t injuring myself and took my head out of the bucket (that I’d left out to dry after mopping earlier) and then because he didn’t know how long it had been going on he called an ambulance.Whilst I was going for it on the floor he softly cradled my head (he didn’t have access to a pillow or anything soft at the time and didn’t want me to bash my head on the hard tiles).After I “came-to” (this is called the post-ictal phase) he put me in the recovery position and didn’t worry that there was blood coming out of my mouth as he knew I’d had just bitten my tongue.He dealt with the situation very well. I was exhausted afterwards and he was so very caring and empathetic (as were the lovely NHS paramedics). He told me exactly what had happened when I asked which is really important to me. He came with me to hospital (the paramedics were worried I was going to have a cluster of seizures for some reason. It’s rare that I need to go to hospital) and stayed with me the whole 2/3hrs. I couldn’t remember him for an hour after the seizure which upset him! He now knows not to worry if that happens again - if one has a tonic-clonic seizure it often feels like your brain has been fried!I was exhausted afterwards (well, for 2/3 days in total) and my boyfriend made me tea, dinner and kept an eye on me. I couldn’t have asked for better.

I was very lucky to have been admitted to Stanford (ED), UC Berkeley, & UCLA (didn’t apply to any other privates because of my early acceptance).I took every AP/honors class possible that could fit into my schedule *cries***GPA for when I applied***UW GPA: 3.92W GPA: 4.72Rank: 2 out of ~600SAT (new): 1400; Essay: 21 out of 24Extracurriculars:Marching band (drum major, drum captain - 3 years) - played marimba and medaled every year with my indoor drumlineDistrict honor band (1st chair percussionist)Chamber choir (soprano section leader - 4 years)School steel drum bandCSULB steel drum orchestra (invited to play with this college ensemble by the professor and played at a lot of paid gigs)Front ensemble tech (taught another hs’s pit)Bible studies teacher for children (age range: 3–8) on weekendsChurch youth leader and lectorYouth church orchestra (principle percussionist) - we played at an event for over 10,000 people! It was such a humbling experienceEducation director at a leadership nonprofit (also helped found a club extension at my school)Camp counselor for a week long summer leadership camp for high schoolers (fundraised over 3k for delegate scholarships)Link crew leader (program to help freshman)Members of CSF & NHSOk.. I think I covered most of it!! A lot of my extracurriculars aren’t very prestigious compared to the countless other students who are attending Stanford and ivies; and my grades fall in the expected range for competitive students. I think what sold my application was my passion for the arts/volunteering (not majoring in it though) and my personal essays!! If you do what you love and pour your soul into doing that, it’ll reflect in your application—BUT with that being said, don’t do it for the application, do stuff because you love it. I’m sure admissions officers have read countless students doing crazy things but the craziest thing is to be unique and what’s the easiest way to do that? BE YOU.Best of luck!!!

Short answer, no. Not at all.Once upon a time, following WW2, the UK Labour government (socialist) which was voted for in an overwhelming conclusion at the election, brought in such terribly socialist things as The National Health Service, which implemented universal basic health care to all, free at source to all users. This is now being broken up and handed bit by bit to private companies which costs us all more in every which way. The service costs more, for less. Waiting times increase. Cost per appointment rises. Mistakes soar. Controversies rage. Just this last week there has been the unwholesome unearthing of a drastically horrendous case of putting profits before everything else. Here’s a link to that one.NHS supplier that accumulated body parts faces criminal investigationhttps://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/10/04/human-body-parts-stockpiled-hundreds-tonnes-nhs-contracted-waste/I’ve used two newspaper sites as some might accuse me of bias in choosing a left-leaning paper or a right-leaning one.Housing, in post-WW2 was also one of the ‘evil’ socialist things which was introduced and expanded in Britain. “Homes fit for heroes” was one way it was stated. I live in one of those very houses (actually a flat, though it looks like a house). In my back garden is an old, well built, shed, but which was once a railwayman’s hut. It was brought here in the 1950s for an ex-Royal Navy man to sleep in after he returned home from a Japanese POW camp, and then from a British hospital in the Far East, after his ship was sunk in the Pacific/South China Sea. He was in the water for 24 hours and developed TB. The Japanese took him and all survivors out of the water and cared for them as best they could, and he survived until the 1970s. When I took on the tenancy to my home 12 years ago, it was after the death of his widow who passed away at 102 years old, one of the oldest twins in Europe at the time. Her sister died very shortly before.The houses were often built of pre-fabricated concrete, as mine is, but had decent gardens, indoor toilets and bathrooms, open fires, and were brand spanking new.Other ‘council houses’, as they became known because they were all owned by the local council/government, were solid, basic, sound, ample housing for a cheaper price than any landlord could offer. They were/are unfurnished and were/are able to be internally decorated in whatever reasonable manner the tenant wished. The main structure and exteriors were/are maintained by the council.At some point, many more houses were built all over Britain and Northern Ireland by councils using central government funding. They loaned the money at extremely low interest rates (being as any government can borrow money from banks at far more competitive rates than any private or public company can dream of doing. They employed local people to build them. They trained young people to learn the trades. They sourced local resources. The communities soared from the investments. When the private housing sector rose with the economy, into the 1960s for example, council housing was less needed so the tradesmen who built them moved over to build new private houses to replace the Victorian slums which were being torn down. When the ecomony took a nose dive and the private housing sector slumped there was an increase in need for council housing again and so the building workers moved back to construct those. The wages may have been marginally less working on council housing, but not greatly so, and there were benefits too. Also, it was at least a wage income instead of being thrown on the heap, as had been the case prior to WW2.In 1979 Britain voted in a Conservative government on a radical programme of change. In the early 1980s this same government introduced into law The Housing Act, which meant that anyone who had lived in a council house could now buy it. The story was that the money raised from the sale of the ‘dated housing stock’ would fund new houses. It didn’t happen.Some years later, entire housing lots were sold off en masse to Housing Associations, which are private companies with, nowadays, ‘Charitable Status’, and which were always meant to be ‘not-for-profit’. Things changed radically then, but even the vote was odd. Anyone who didn’t vote for the local Council Housing stocks to be sold off was considered a ‘yes’ vote for this to happen. The votes cast were overwhelmingly against the sale, but the sale went ahead due to this odd, and downright shady, arrangement.Anyone in Britain at any time can apply for benefits. They may be a £Millionaire, or be in work or whatever, but they are entitled to apply. Not all get the benefits. Anyone who is not entitled to them, for dozens of reasons, will be filtered out.Anyone who is living in a Housing Association dwelling, as I am, does not get it free. There is a strict rent agreement. There are stricter rules applying than apply to anyone in private housing, noise for example can see a tenant evicted. There are also some welcome freedoms, for example to decorate the interiors as you wish to, which private tenants rarely have.If one falls on hard times, and under the government of austerity, which have had since 2010, so many people on the lower quartile of income are struggling more and more. Recently there was a report in a relatively right wing newspaper that 14 million people, including 4 million children, in the UK are living below the official poverty line. [N.B. the UK government official poverty line is well below what many NGOs consider the poverty lines.]There are now 14,000,000 people living in poverty in the UKSo, if you fall into hard times and your company has laid you off, or closed, or you have a zero hour contract, as SO many do now in the UK *(which effectively means you are entitled to zero hours work and if you turn up for a full shift of 8 hours, perhaps paying £6 for your travel to your job, and you only get 3 hours, then told there’s no work now till next month, there’s nothing you can do but change your job. So, you have no work, and you have not enough money to pay your rent, even at 85% of local standard mean of rents payable in any area, then you can claim Housing Benefit.Once upon a time this was all paid for 3 months, then you got any ‘spare’ bedroom space taken off the benefit as a percentage of the rent. So, you had to either downsize (and in some areas there are simply too few smaller dwellings suitable or available to do this), or find the extra. It was once also done that all of the council tax (a banded charge per dwelling which is paid to the local government/council which replaced the old and now obsolete ‘rates’ we once had to pay for local services and such). Now, for the last 7 years or so, this is no longer applicable. One must pay for 20% of this charge straight from the subsistence payment one gets to live on and pay for food, laundry, cleaning, clothing, etc.Here’s some figures from the government website to explain some of these amounts.Note: There have been at least two occasions when politicians have opted, as a gimmick more than anything else, to ‘play’ at being unemployed and try to survive on the basic pay of this. They ignored the extras they would pay for housing needs and for council tax and yet none managed to make it even one week on their income. Most people could actually survive for one week on pure water, based on a reasonable health and a reasonable diet before they started the week. Months and years? Another matter entirely.There is no free housing in the UK. There is ever increasing homelessness.Just to redress the answer Paul Murphy gave below.. Yes, there are a very few professional scroungers in the UK who learn the system, fake some illness symptoms and gain huge amounts of money per week in benefits. These are rare and ill-liked people. Meanwhile, the real benefit scroungers are the CEOs and CFOs of vast companies who pay so low wages to their workers that the workers need to apply for supplementary benefits (the names of these benefits change so I won’t name them for the current system, but they were variously called “Working Families Tax Credit”, and so on.While this is happening the Department for Work and Pensions (DWP) were paying bonuses to their employees for finding any excuse to refuse benefits to claimants on the slightest pretext or excuse. The death toll is pretty high on this account, as Paul mentions below.Apart from this, I nod to his knowledge of the amounts of money and the ‘generosity’ of the UK benefits system in general.