#life's good scholorships

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Scholorships-Life’s Good Scholarship Program 2024-By LG Electronics India-For Meritorius Students

Consumer durable brand LG Electronics has announced its flagship CSR initiative, the Life’s Good Scholarship Program, which aims to support students across India in their academic journey by providing financial assistance to pursue higher education, including focus on promoting girl child.

On August 28, LG’s corporate office in Noida hosted the launch of the inaugural edition of the scholarship program. Hong Ju Jeon, MD – LG Electronics India, presented awards to students from Galgotias University, Jaipuria Institute of Management, and Lloyd Law College at the event.

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[solace-seekers]

looking at college pricing literally makes me wanna throw up. how is this real

[milkiest-of-teas]

My best friend, one who I've trusted all my life, has finally moved to America and was granted a scholorship for college. He was trying his hardest to get his education and good career so he can help out his own family. Many devastating tragedies led to him not having enough money and he is determined to stay here. Please read through my friend's gofundme page and share this with others. We are trying as much as we can to help him raise money to stay in college so he can make his family proud.

[a-murder-of-muses]

A short sigh escaped her lips at his response. She'd more or less known the jist of what it would be before she ever asked, but it hadn't stopped her from voicing it. She'd never felt anything like she did for him. It would serve her right to fall like this. She could sense his unease the moment his eyes met her's.

Her gaze unwavering, she reached up, turning so she was facing him, and caressed his cheek. Her fingers traced the gentle lines of his face, and she offered him a sad smile. "Neither of us are perfect Michael. Far from it actually, but.... That doesn't mean we need to be alone. Maybe marriage is a bit too far fetched, but..." She trailed off, her nerves getting the better of her for only a moment.

"....but I want to spend my time, good or bad, with you. I'm not talking about some perfect life with a white pickett fence, two kids, and a dog. I'm just talking about waking up and choosing to be by your side every day..."

Her hand lowered, coming to rest as she fidgeted with her fingers nervously. She could stare the devil himself in the eye and not flinch, but God forbid she started sharing her feelings. It terrified her.

"I've lost everything that ever meant something to me. My family, my home, my scholorship to the most prestigious dance school in the country.... I've pushed away every other living soul I've ever cared about because I was so scared that this life I've been dealt would eat them alive, but you.... I'm not afraid of that with you. You make me feel something more than just safe....I feel whole with you."

@hellsforbes

"Marry me" ((Onyx to Michael, just for fun. If not you can ignore it. 😝))

Onyx was special, she was more than the average and she didn’t even have to try. For some reason he saw her efforts effortless and maybe thats why he kept coming around or kept her around. He was far more than when they first met but he wasn’t anywhere ready to take on an apocalypse, he saw what she did, who she was and it kept him grounded, kept him here, in this place. Kept him from pursuing his calling, destroying everyone - everything. Did he really want to be that? Did he know how? Would he ever? He didn’t have the answers to those questions. 

Sitting in the cathedral they first met in, this time more relaxed, sitting closer, it wasn’t 21 questions either, it was just simply being. He had come to an agreement with her to not read her, to not use any of his powers on her and he obliged. It wasn’t like him but she wasn’t - everyone else in the world. The conversation had died out and it was a comfortable silence when she asked the question. his brows pressed as if he didn’t hear her right but he knew he did, he swallowed hard and looked at her. This wasn’t something he was prepared for, emotions hard for him to feel let alone dictate but this was a heavy burden over his chest. His voice soft, quiet, “You don’t want that with me, Onyx.” A breath through his nose and a slight shake of his head, “I can promise you that.”

[glopratchet]

Heel bash

Perfect beeing : an imprefect novel. The next day, you are on your way to the university with a small bag full of books and papers. You feel like you have been running all over town, but then again that is what this job does for you. The only thing keeping you from running amok in the streets is your fear of being caught by the police or some other authority figure who might not be as understanding as you would like about such actions. Angylph speaks and says "so what is this all about" You explain to him your situation and he seems very interested in it. He asks if you know anyone who might help you out. You say no, but Angylph points at one of the students sitting near you and says "that girl there is a student here too right? She could use some extra money." "since i prefer art bots instead of aborted babies, im going to assume you're referring to terease, and cant be legion. "when i read specutalive fiction" Just then, terease and the professor enter the room. Terease instantly notices you and walks towards the bottom of the steps leading up to where the professor is. By now angylph has moved into a corner away from everyone else obviously "engrossed" by a small experimental piece made by one of his fellow students. "alright here we go" you hear the professor mutter under his breath as he waits for everyone to quiet down. "let me sit back an attempt to figure all this out" he starts wit a chuckle, "well first of all it has to be said that this school is very proud of all of you. you have shown great promise in your respective fields especiallizing top graduates like terease here who graduated summaCum laude and to be honest would have finished much earlier had she not partaken in many of the University's arts programs." Everyone starts clapping at this point and the professor raises his hand for quiet. A sea of letters is called the spooge of Satan "and so it is with great pride in your accomplishments that the following students are also graduated." The professors lets out a long list of graduates names and tereases colapses from exhaustion and joy seconds before her name is called. You are, of course, one of the students called to receive a diploma. After nearly a full hour everyone gets their scholorships ready they begin to talk amongst themselves until the professor gets everyone's attention again. The who who clicks last is a stooge "on a completely different matter" he says "i know many of you come from far places, and some of you even farther than others so we have prepared a little party for you today" everyone starts applauding again until the prof holds up his hand for silence. Taking resposibility for your mistakes as we attempt to build a maze The story is told by multiverse explorer astral wylde as he naps during the last fateful trip through the red wave. The storys background is of little consequence to anyone outside astral, but describes the idea that life on most planets in a cataclysm called "the red wave" where upon every organism capable of mutating suddenly, violently and indefinitely until no earth-like quality exists. Its the eyes, ive seen them in my dreams. Now I must draw them. There are records stored in the city of astokhan on everything astral could tell us about the city during the red wave. There are floods of blood, violent uprisings and gory riots. Mothers kill babies, governments fall and deep dark secrets are revealed as everybodies darkest sides are exposed when god walked among them. The human population decreases at an alarming rate. But fortunately it is all worth it, for you see the survivors of the plague are transform into multidimensional beings that seemingly live forever. And during one of his less fuitful periods astral saw fit to return from whatever circle of hell he exists and tell us this story in a ottoman chamber aboard our fancy airship we were dragging him through space with... OOOhhh yes the main chamber should be pretty big Thats all for now folks, see you next time on... He decides to envision chains flowing from his control bracelets into the airship and ripping out a section of the exterior to form a bubble. This bubble is gently illuminated by a combination of weak sunlight and auroras. Meanwhile the skyship falls uncontrollably towards earth spewing fire and wreckage in its wake as it does "Now this you might find interesting" he grins. From the life of a beautiful painter he once knew Part 4 "An aurora occurs when our planet's magnetic field shifts sending energetic particles into the atmosphere producing light in the upper layers, often of a multi-colored hue." The university professor tells us with her droning voice, while we sit around our glowing orbs. "Multi-colored." I write on my note papers. We have these orbs that make everything look so pretty. Astral wydle because of his supernal nature is gifted with perfect memory recall and, although not wishing to brag, an above-average use of declarative sentences. But today he donates his notes to my forgetful brain and lets me jot down whatever I wish to on his perfectly organized pages. Last class we talked about cities that never slept because their streets always had a pulse even when it was long after midnight. And he remembers watching a video from mica metrological in his flamboyant style. A ghost-like aurora over midwest states caused an entire settlement's populace to never sleep again, causing anarchy and the eventual demise of their race. "It is beautiful" he wistfully whispers I supress a laugh by exhaling in his face. Talking about a thirty percent chance of rain that evening I'm still not sure if I find his obsession odd or admirable. Something starts beeping so I peep over his shoulder at the flashing orb and read "air pressure disturbance 1000 meters above current positoin expected te be 300 kph". Looking to the side I can make out a hovering 2 meter disc. He catch me looking and aims his orbs at it. The flashing light sequence continues and skyranch anthyging textual information morphs into readable english. He remembers being at the gory hole as innocent lives were taken. Somethign important must be there or about to happen, he moves his chair slightly turning his back on me as if I'm not even here. Our skyship/home an oversized oval ring with a four-story tall observatory protruding from it has been hovering over the same location for several hours now. These magnetic neareness warnings go off fairly often but I'm not complaining this means he gets distracted pretty easily. A progressive mid tier art gallery in a trendy section of beetriotle specializing in transluscultural fluidic modernism had been open and operating for just a few hours before it was randomly annihilated yesterday erasing the lives of 20 humans and 23 androgynous beings. Almost seemed like they were being targeted, but targets were not among the debris nor any recognizable body parts. Everything appearanted to have been vaporized. Enemy Agents? Turmoil of Zwordur Methodist Church faction? Maybe even unbelievers mercenaries? Known as the bridge of noise and surrounded by a metropolis, two statues were under construction yesterday now nothing but empty round pedestals of identical height. Atmospheric disturbance unusual for the time of day. I can see in his eyes that he is troubled by this event so I sit back tilt my chair and pretend to know nothing. But of all the things he could find interest in why this? There he first learns all of beetriot is laughing at triton arcage again for losing most of its citizens to a single weapon of mass destruction. It seems water is flammable terrifying. not even slunk defends his underfunded military insultingly claiming everything was just according to keikaku---military plan---and volunteerially offered no explanation at all. As he observes the details of a painting at show known as the triumph of the colored venus a bustling section of the city blows up. He counts exactly 2 seconds before the sound arrives. There were two reflections off the city walls before his ears detected the origin of the attack. Big buildings 50 yards to his right there is lots of thick grey stuff hanging in the air temperature has risen rapidly and there are flames on sides of nearby buildings. Knowing all this without even thinking he inaudibly shouts for everyone to take immediate cover and runs behind large marble barrier. That features a group of lesbian women of darker color trampling a pale woman or maybe a man with a shaved head. "Are you okay?", he asks her with concern on his face without looking at her. It hadn't occured to him that anyone else might have been close by until now. His ghostly helmeted head pivots to his right upon hearing her response. -----"Yes, but are you? You look half dead!" -----"Am fine, some soldier I am, getting old and slow" On the faces of a group of contempory news worthy white men carrying lots of camera equipment he recognizes the man he saved from execution yesterday. He was moving after all, I guess he was faking it. He closes his eyes for a few seconds until they are gone altogether and slowly gets up. -----"That was a pretty close call, I'm surprised you reacted so quickly." -----"Heh, I must be losing my touch too then, good thing..." By emerging twenty something artist cherp cherp quintuplets rush past him into the cloud of dust inspecting an 4 foot in diamater polished steel sculpture with attachment bolts flying towards them. Known for her delicate rococo style sculptures the smog turning golden by the sun reveals one of her famous twisted balusters. Otherwise known for being forever on the hunt for new material she was probably seconds away from being reduced to rubble just the same. Even regarding as an eyesore by many he lends a helping hand and takes a small detour. Always looking at your feet it has probably saved her life several times already so why would she accept his help if he tried again? He overhears saul saint nicodemous giving cherp cherp a critique of the piece which he knows would otherwise make her sad so waits. -----"I like it, but maybe move the middle one a little to the right?" -----"Ok"*snap*. -----"No, the other one.*sigh* That wasnt good either---oooo wait----let me help. With a group of other artist friends including a bullfighter, an owner of an erotica shop, a blonde painted girl and a famous male fictional character charging from all directions he waves them back for fear of getting trampled only after they refuse to listen. Perfect execution of an ideas persons suicide in the Gucci manner the sculpture has been perfect mounted on a pole with its own leg shattering it. "Excuse me an eye master I'm looking for Blim Blam would he be around" Katharsis gale the oldest of the group in mid fourties wearing various hats asks him with an engaging smile. "Errrrr... maybe moved in recently but I don't think he is in just now" -----"That's a shame I like his work so much....but I'll leave my card just in case. tell him, not to hesitate if he needs any thing." He says uplifting her spirits she beams brightly at him and waves as she walks away giving nick lazy eyes the entire time. Bransky bronze bright supermacy in her early thirties stand next to him and waits her turn. he remembers her paintings, not having been impressed by the subject matter of cute dumb superpowers though others found them amusing enough to frame and sell. He gives her a "go ahead" nod. -----"Looking for any available artist at this time?" -----"No!" -----"OK then...Word is you have been doing alot of writing lately?" Bransky and chirp standing sliently noding there heads in approval As saul saint goes on and on with bullshit language about destruction of the More nonsense on colonialism he dedicates more time destroying her ideas than praising them Then something incredible happens for once Chirp is second guessing SAINT's choices the verbal abuse he heaps of Blim-Blim. And everyone else. He disapproves of Blim-Blim's paintings, saying that while Blim-Blim might have a good eye (naturally, being an eye master) and an excellent grasping of color and shape, he hasn't got "anything to say" as an artist. An aspect of queer theory that has a giant middle finger up at the rules of heteronormative society. He says they can be sold if framed properly and placed in the right cafe, bar or hipster clothing store to attract the right demographic as easily as magnets. And other fashionable topics of art conflict and provocation that's prevalent in avant-garde places. Hopefully it garners some attention in his small once a decade show of retarded artist rejects sells nothing and passes into obscurity or sold to an idiot for over 5 times the price years later. Your very own degenerate art grant. During this time period you have been wanting to branch out with other ventures of your own as you start to resent SAINTS inclusion of All your publications in his book if he cant even help you get Blim-Blims art, website, connections and assistantship and your writings more noticed. At the end of the sanction you all gather for everyone to find out if they have been accepted or not, Anyone with a supermacy is clearly relaxed as they anticipate the results. You can sense the agitation of some of them who arent powerful enough to easily probe their minds. "Well, I've got the results, and I have some good news and some bad news," saint says, pausing for dramatic effect. Leaving the others shocked ,crestfallen oO( what....did my photo's not make it or what...damnit I knew the colors were too bright and obnoxious.. .) or gleeful "First, the bad news: You didniet get in. Now for the good news. You can all come in for free to see all the art at the exhibition this weekendand, ahem, leave your demos outside if you want!" While kat unable to control herself goes on a giggle fit super bradly focuses his eye beams on saul saint who feels the burn of a thousand suns intensified by 400 percent muttering angrily under his breath you all get up and leave one angry little man ranting as you all giggle like school girls at his bizarre sense of humor. some peoples kids "well that answers that, We're all going peashooting after this amazing art event that will no doubt solidify our social justice creative stronghold in this city" Saul and brankys backs away with out a retort in disgust and you spend your weekend having a great time and going through three bottles of peashooters were It was noted that hack had 9 kills with shrooms, kill coin flips to see who she shot, unhygenic had one, Yoona had two unfortunately Seline not at all Speaking of seline she asks if you will help her again next weekend The group heads for the wine bar wondering about the homeless nature of astral beings And wondering if he comes from the land of lixie dixie, a southern state mostly covered in stagnant water and thick forests. The dealer of gallery motions to cherp to come her way because she wants something You thank Yk TRACE : 0 There is no way around it. I need your help." "Oh? Well what can I do?" you respond. "I'm being sold," she scowls. Trace: 0 You initially think this is one of her usual dirty jokes, but her facial expression shows that she is quite serious. "Sold?" you clarify A collector is interested in buying her work, but he's requested that she be sold together with all of her equipment. The buy in for her includes her tools, sheet music, and instruments. Everything she knows is contained within that room, it would be impossible for her to go elsewhere without losing who she is. Although you're confident that she could easily create another identity elsewhere. Despite her mistrust of the new rulers of this barren realm, selling her seems like the easiest solution to this conflict.Tip: If you're logged in, your games are auto saved for you. You can find them by clicking "My Stuff"

[jane--thors]

shannon history rough draft

In 2005 eugine visits texas and finds shannon{17} about to graduate from highschool and finds out shes dating edmundo diaz{19} and that fff and xxx know him as eddie :masmaiden: {shannon knows that their raceist} and aprove.

Eugine finds out that edmundos parents approve of the relationship but dont really like shannon.

Eugine decides to punnish her and get another pet in one go.

He sneaks into the house while everyones out and switches shannons birthcontrol for fertility boosters{from his job}.

Then he repeats this until 12/16/2008 {visiting as needed and following her to student houseing}.

On 12/16/2008 he drugs one of the snacks she keeps in her room and uses evans sample on her before ‘haveing a turn’ as she comes to.

After he leaves shannon{20} runs to eddies{22} and tells him she had been knocked out and assualted.

Eddie dosent push and takes her in without telling his parents.

The nesxt day he escorts her to her dorm to collect her things and get her switched to mail/online classes and only a few she has to come in for in person.

While there she sees eugines truck and hears sobbing coming from it.

She and eddie break in and find the petrified matthew in a box in the back.

Shannon recognise matthew from stories she heard maddie tell their mother.

She scoops the boy upas well as the bag beside him and rushes back to eddies car and bundles him up in the back {grabing eddies gun just in case}{eddies currently on medical leave due to a broken ankle but hes already a soldier}.

Eddie returns to find a distraught boy clinging to shannon and shannon holding his gun{SAFTEY SWITCHED OFF}

he carefully takes the gun and puts it away properly and asks who the boy is.

“hes my brother my piece of shit dad abandoned him on the wrong doorstep.”

eddie dosent push{seeing the bag} and takes them home and settles them in his room while he talks to his father.

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Ramon and helena are fine with her staying so long as she follows their rules but dont really like her all that much as she goes out of her way to avoid them{they dont know she was asulted just that she was given her brother}.

Shannon reports matties abandonment to the cops and gets leagal custody of him.

Before eugine can see if his plan worked he is run over in the parking lot and winds up in the hospital for over a year.

On 1/17/2009 shannon finds out shes pregnant and tells eddie.

Shes only slightly surprised when eddie swears to be the childs father regardless of blood and the two get married at a courthouse quickly so that his army bennifits will cover shannon and the baby.

Eddie tells his parents that shannons baby is his and while their dissapionted he got a girl pregnant so young but are extatic at the prospect of a grandbaby.

But things between shannon and the diaz’s are still tense as while they share a house they dont LIVE together as shannon continues to shy away from them and keep mattie away from them.

On 3/12/2009 shannon moves into base houseing. Ramon and helenna come with to settle her in.

On 5/19/2009 shes out with mattie while the diazs are out on errends when mattie suddenly takes off as fast as he can {with his limp} to a very tall man who he nearly tackles.

‘get away from my son’ is out of her mouth before she can think.

She runs over only to be shocked when matie signs ‘HE’S MY EVAN’.

Shes almost to shocked to react but simply hugs him tight.

Evan is the only good thing mattie spoke about from his past.

She invites him back to her place and the two talk for hours and set up custody for mattie that will give him the best care {even with her scholorships and free houseing and her medical covered she can barely afford matties meds and cant aford to get him the tutors he needs[hes brilliant but she cant figure out how to teach him] or any of the therepies that would help him more}.

Shes shocked that evan,no buck still wants her in matties life but shell take it.

She packs him up and sends him off {trusting him on matties word}

[buck leaves his flashdrive with her as proof of his character].

When the diazs return Shannon tells them that mattie went to his older brother whos could care for him better {financially and emotionally so that she can focus on her comeing baby and both children will be better for it}.

Ramon and helenna are a bit pissed but dont speak their oopinions{she threw a child away in their eyes leading to outward hostillity and blatent distencing}.

Peppa who was visiting better understands it when she hands her a recording of buck and evan{evans face blurred out}.

Shannon goe into labour on 7/21/2009 at only seven months.

Ramon is the one that takes her to the hospital and sits with her until eddie gets there

for the next  46 hours ramon eddie and helenna  take shifts sitting with her.

Eddie is the one there when christopher ramon diaz is born.

Chris is taken to the niccu and while eddie stays with shannon hellenna and ramon goes with chris.

Chris is underwheight preemie with weak lungs but other then that hes healthy.

Fff and xxx show up with no warning and xxx on finding out that eddie is of mexican decent he looses it and throws christopher across the room. Ramon takles him while  helena gets a doctor.

Christopher is taken to be evaluated and treated while xxx is arested.

Hellena stays with chris whaile ramon gos back to shannons room where he finds eddie dragging fff from the room{he had gone to the bathroom and returned to find fff trying to bully a drugged shanon to sign over custodyof chris}.

He grabs the woman sends eddie back in and drags the woman to the front desk and gets her kicked out.

While ramon still dosent like shannon or her decision about matties custody status he now thinks he know why she lept at the oppritunty to get mattie away from their fathers reach.

Chris ends up diagnosed with cp and dyschoneisa but it cant be determined if it was caused by xxx’s attack or the locg birth.

Shannon freaks out and wont let anyone but eddie hold chris.

This upsets ramon but he trys to ignore it as he understands shannon is traumatized {even though he dosnt knoe the extent}

only two months after chris’s birth eddie is given to option to stay on leave for a bit longer or re-up

he re-ups as he cant handle such a fragile baby {terrorfied that hell hurt him}.

0/0/0 shannon gos to cali to deal with her grandmothers estate and get a minute away from chris and eddie {whos back home permanently}

she ends up staying when she finds out that eugine had followed buck to cali and she files a report against him

eugine winds up in jail when shannon introduces the contents of the flashdrive

then she meets up with buck{fresh off abby leaveing}

the two wind up talking for a while

shannon dosent want to go back to her house incase one of eugenes friends is following her but has no where to live so buck invites her to live in the apartment with the kids

shannon gets a job with the teacher as a classroom asistent and taxis the kids to and frome the school becoming fast friends with the teacher

two months after she told eddir she wasnt coming back eddie moves to cali

[olli-genderfluid-pan]

Lost boy got me in thought. And today I felt confident. Things in life are finally going somewhat good, I got accepted into college guys with a full ride scholorship! I hope you get the good feels I'm getting and the luck too~

[foxyatlas]

Reclaiming My Life From The Public School System

I am a Smart Girl (TM) who lives in America and often it feels as though my entire life revolves around college. Not actually being in college, but getting in. In third grade I was entered into a competition about what job I wanted when I grew up, with the winners receiving scholorship money. I was 8, being asked what I wanted to start studying in 10 years, and I get its harmless, I get its nothing official, but that's how forcefually it's put on us.

In middle school they start hitting harder, with yearly quizzes to see what jobs you'd be good at and get you thinking about it. I started hearing things, things like "it'll look good on your college application" and "if you fail a single class in high school, it rules out a lot of colleges." And that terrified me. Why? Because I thought a B- was a failing grade.

I went to NJHS meetings and was surrounded by other kids who had no idea what NJHS did, just that it was the club that Smart People were in that that it'd look good on college applications.

My sister just finished applying to colleges. My sister, the perfect student, captain of the debate team, charming and intelligent and we'll rounded, just finished applying to schools and my mom asked her when she's going to start applying for scholarships again. How long she's going to wait. And my perfect, level headed sister did something that she has never, ever done before: she pushed out her chair, grabbed her car keys, and left.

She's taken so many AP classes in high school (extra hard classes that give you college credits) that she's already completed nearly 2 years of college, before she's even graduated.

There is definitely a lot of pressure for my to do the same. I am expected to be as good, if not better. I must be smart. What am I if I'm not smart. My time does not matter. My mental health does not matter. My one, sole purpose in life, is to be a success, and that can only look like getting into a good college and getting an amazing, high paying, respectable job, and that's it. That's my purpose. At least, that's what I've been told.

But I no longer care.

I refuse to do one more fucking Smart Person club because it looks good on a transcript. I refuse to sacrifice my life to the system. I refuse to go through it and let them pound me and shape me and mold me into what is acceptable, because I don't need to be acceptable.

I am smart. I am strong. And I am way more than my transcript. Fuck you. I will take art classes if I want. Fuck you. I will avoid calculus like the plague. Fuck you. Fuck you.

My life is mine. And I'm done devoting it to being acceptable.