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Go for it—with GUSTO! You don’t need good eyes in ROTC. (But don’t advertise them—more on that later, in a surprising answer.)Academically: ROTC is an easy ‘A’. ROTC is first and foremost an academic class of instruction just like history or social studies. For the Freshman and Sophomore years, anyone can attend class, wear the uniform, and participate in the fun stuff.Fun Stuff: Depending on the annual budget, the corps might go on field trips to the Pentagon, to military bases, to competitions, to sporting events. Patriotic organizations will ask for the local ROTC to provide a color guard ceremony at their annual conventions. The university may request road guards for a Fun Run. All of this is voluntary, so if you’re too busy, just don’t sign up for the event. The ROTC cadre (adult officers) will always remind you that grades come first. Your first mission is to get that degree—-any degree—on time.Social Life: (Dad, close your eyes.) She’ll have her pick of young men, all of whom are educated, drug free, high morals, and have good job prospects at graduation. Many of the field trips are overnighters, some include cadets from other universities around the country. There’s time for mild drinking and some dancing from time to time.Experience: During the summers, some cadets will get sent to bases where they will shadow an officer around for a couple weeks and learn what the job and the life is like. On one of my 3-week trips, I got to see the CIA’s air force. Shhh!Finance: Apply for the scholarship. They love to give full-ride scholarships to incoming freshman. Since the scholarship is attached to a contract, only take it if you’re sure you’ll join up when you graduate.The eyes: I said don’t advertise the bad eyes for a reason that may surprise you. Cadets and officers are a competitive bunch, and they are all alpha types (not bullies, just confident). Any sign of weakness is considered, well, weakness. If you can get that eye lasered before starting school, I’d do it.Honestly, my ROTC experience was one of the greatest experiences of my life, and I’m 65 years old.Do it!

$200,000 a year is not poor. It’s just not. Most people I know will never earn that much.I grew up in a family with a $35,000 annual income - $10,000 a year more than the current poverty level for a family of four.We were on food stamps, probably Medicaid. My sister and I were taught from a very early age not to waste. That broken things might not be able to be replaced. That we could not have everything we wanted; everything we purchased came at the expense of something else. When I was five years old, I followed my dad around the grocery store as he showed me how to find the lowest possible price for food. These days, I pay $60 a month for groceries, and I cringe every time I have to pay.I have recurring, lingering food scarcity issues. If there’s food in the house, I eat it all. Something in the back of my brain is whispering, when will you be able to eat again? I feel deep pangs of anxiety when I finish off a package of food. If I buy something that I don’t like, or that’s spoiled somehow, I’ll finish it anyway. You don’t waste food.My sister and I had to apply for free school lunches every year. We got waivers for field trips that required fees - not pricey out-of-state trips costing in the hundreds, mind. Ten dollar fees. We couldn’t afford it. My mom sat me down one year when I wanted to join hockey and explained that there was no way they could afford the dues alone, let alone the equipment. I learned early that if I wanted to join an extra-curricular, it had to be something I could do for free.Neither my sister nor I went to preschool. We had Headstart, instead - a government program for little kids whose parents can’t afford preschool. In my teenage years, there was a particular specialized boarding school I longed to go to. I’d read the website dozens of times and just knew it was where I was supposed to be. Again, my mom sat me down and told me she didn’t want me applying, because if I got in and she had to tell me they couldn’t afford it, neither of us would be able to stand the heartbreak. We went to public school. There aren’t other options for kids like us.My grandparents gave me a thousand dollars when I graduated high school, and I nearly cried. I’d never held that much money in my hand before.When I went to college, I had dreams of attending Michigan State University. I was accepted early admission, and I thought my dreams were coming true. And then the tuition statement arrived - $25,000 a year. There was no way. We couldn’t afford it. Being poor means letting go of your dreams again and again. Those are for rich people. Later, a friend went to college, and she paid for it with something she called a “nest”. That seemed magical to me. I paid for my $8000 a year school by working 45 hours a week and taking the maximum number of credits. I’m still paying off my debts, and I had to drop out my junior year because I could no longer afford to attend.We lived in my grandparents’ house when I was born. Then married student housing. Then low-income housing. When I was 12 and we moved into a house with a basement and a second floor, it seemed like an unimaginable amount of space. We were only able to afford it because the landlord was desperate to rent it out quickly. Later I wasn’t able to rent a two-bedroom apartment for what we paid for that house. Not even close. That house had holes in the floor, leaks in the basement, light switches falling out of the walls, windows that we had to cover with plastic every winter because they rattled and shook in their frames and let so much cold air in, they may as well have been open. We broke one of the windows once, and we taped a piece of cardboard over it and left it for two years before we could afford to replace it.That house seemed like luxury. That house was a sign that we were making it, that we’d begun to crawl out of the hole we’d been in since I was born.When my parents bought a house, their first house, two years ago, it was astounding to me. When I picture my future, I don’t see myself owning any sort of real estate. Buying a house is for rich people. When my then-boyfriend’s mother talked about selling her house and buying a new one when she moved to a new state, I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. When people talk about “starter homes”, it’s like they’re speaking a different language. Owning a single house, ever, at any point in your life - that, to me, is abundance.I don’t know that I’ll ever have money management skills. I spend all my money, the second I have it, because saving money isn’t something you can do when all your money goes to food and bills. So when you have a surplus, you genuinely don’t know what to do with it. It’s more comfortable to me to not have money than to have it. If I have money, I feel as though there’s something I’m forgetting to pay.I probably have autism. I definitely have issues with anxiety and depression. I should’ve seen a psychologist when I was young, but that’s a sickening level of extravagance to someone like me. Even now, even though my insurance supposedly covers psychological care, I can’t bring myself to make an appointment. What if they pull the rug out from under me? What if my insurance is lying? I can’t afford a hundred dollar appointment. When I got Medicaid for the first time in my adult life, and I was able to see a doctor, ever, I was so afraid that I couldn’t even check my mail. I was sure there would be a massive bill waiting for me. I recently visited a different state for a few months, and came down with a semi-severe allergic reaction to something. The walk-in clinic didn’t accept out-of-state Medicaid, and it would cost me $126, plus any prescriptions. I thanked the receptionist and left. I didn’t have $126.That’s what being poor is. It’s always, always, always having to think about money first. Before health, before safety, before comfort, it’s money. Need before want, always. It’s looking at other people’s lives and not being able to understand them because your life will never ever be like that. They’re foreign to you in their displays of wealth - stocked refrigerators, a home that they own, annual physicals, a car with a muffler and a full tank of gas. It’s understanding yourself to be different, other, lesser, because you were born at the wrong time and the wrong place and there’s not a single member of your family who was ever “enough”. It’s having to get stitches when you’re fourteen and feeling guilty for weeks because you don’t know how much that cost, but you know it was too much. It’s struggling in college because you can’t afford the textbooks, even off eBay, and you were never taught how to ask for help. It’s avoiding your friends because it’s your turn to pay for lunch and you don’t have that kind of money. It’s keeping the heat in your house at 62 degrees, because otherwise the heating bill is too high. It’s never wanting to ask your parents for anything, not Christmas gifts, not money to go to prom or see a movie, not help when your job cuts your hours and you can afford rent or groceries so you’re eating two spoonfuls of peanut butter for dinner because at least it’s got protein, but it has to last the next two weeks - but if you asked for help, even a loan, you’d be taking money they need for their own bills and that’s a shitty way to behave and you know it.It is not $200,000 a year. Not even close.

Hi,M.A. Psychology or M.A. Psychosocial Clinical Studies is one of the most sought after programmes in AUD, because of the following reasons:The course is comprehensive, research based, interdisciplinary, engaging and includes number of field trips, within and outside Delhi.You’ll definitely find the curriculum very engaging and awe-inspiring as you’ll meet mentors, write dissertation(s), interact with renowned professors, take on research projects, go on field trips, do a summer internship in either hospitals or NGOs and will gain a lot from field work.It will not only teach you the courseware, but also will prepare you for clinical work after your masters.The faculty is very impressive, with one of the most qualified professors teaching you at AUD.Almost all the professors at AUD are either PhD holders or have extensive experience in the field of psychology, and they are pros at interdisciplinary teaching.And the professors don’t stop at classroom teaching, they clarify doubts, help you with concepts, and guide you as mentors.The campus is intriguing, it’s unlike any other campus areas with modern buildings and infrastructure, it’s old, beautiful and admirable.AUD also offers scholarships, based on merits of course, and a number of fee-waivers to help you financially.For PG studies including M.A. Psychology there are no provisions for campus placements, so this is one thing you should seriously ponder on before you proceed with the admissions.I tried to give you a perceptive as to how the college will be like. I suggest you visit the campus (Kashmere Gate) if you’re in Delhi and meet the students, they’ll surely give you a better and clearer picture.Cheers!