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>>21964240
>“There's like a feeling of wanting to say the right thing, to convey who he was or what he meant to me. I don't feel like I'm doing him justice in a certain way,” Anna, my sister, said. “I felt like he had a really good way of filtering what was important and what wasn't. Except, at the end of his life, when he didn't, because he obviously was sick.”

>Anna hypothesizes that Anthony suffered from depression that metastasized into a “psychotic depression,” in which he lost his grasp on reality. The disease causes “changes in your concentration, changes in your motivation, changes in your sleeping habits” — Anthony never slept well — “and changes in your eating habits. But then it becomes that you have real cognitive changes where things that you would normally think are really a horrible, shitty idea, all of a sudden become normal.”

>Aaron Paul, a friend of Anthony’s from college and medical school, said that when they lived together that first year in Philadelphia, the balance of Anthony’s college career evaporated. Paul, who is no slouch, said Anthony would study past midnight on a Friday, say, for an exam two or three weeks away, showing a “singular preoccupation with schoolwork that was clearly obsessive.” Their friendship suffered. Medical school “can be somewhat socially isolating,” Paul said. “I think we were all at times a little bit depressed.”

>For Anthony’s second year, my mother said he wanted to “break all records.” He set himself apart further, renting a room from a Chinese immigrant family where he couldn’t have guests. Medicine offered Anthony an endless body of knowledge in which he could immerse himself but Anthony also apparently enjoyed the less cerebral aspects of the field. He emailed me that spring, “doing your first c-section on your b-day adds a warm and fuzzy component to this whole med school thing.”

>I visited in the fall of his third year, a few weeks before President Obama was first elected, when Anthony was renting an attic room from an older woman. The thinly furnished space contained a bed, a desk, an electric kettle for green tea and the instant oatmeal he stockpiled. I don’t remember it, but he also must have had an assemblage of over-the-counter pills. “Vitamins, muscle this and heart that and bone,” my mother recalled his intake at the end of his life. “He was taking some Chinese pills over the counter that he got on Central Avenue for hair growth. He might have been taking up to 40 or 50 pills a day.”

>>18633515
>“There's like a feeling of wanting to say the right thing, to convey who he was or what he meant to me. I don't feel like I'm doing him justice in a certain way,” Anna, my sister, said. “I felt like he had a really good way of filtering what was important and what wasn't. Except, at the end of his life, when he didn't, because he obviously was sick.”

>Anna hypothesizes that Anthony suffered from depression that metastasized into a “psychotic depression,” in which he lost his grasp on reality. The disease causes “changes in your concentration, changes in your motivation, changes in your sleeping habits” — Anthony never slept well — “and changes in your eating habits. But then it becomes that you have real cognitive changes where things that you would normally think are really a horrible, shitty idea, all of a sudden become normal.”

>Aaron Paul, a friend of Anthony’s from college and medical school, said that when they lived together that first year in Philadelphia, the balance of Anthony’s college career evaporated. Paul, who is no slouch, said Anthony would study past midnight on a Friday, say, for an exam two or three weeks away, showing a “singular preoccupation with schoolwork that was clearly obsessive.” Their friendship suffered. Medical school “can be somewhat socially isolating,” Paul said. “I think we were all at times a little bit depressed.”

>For Anthony’s second year, my mother said he wanted to “break all records.” He set himself apart further, renting a room from a Chinese immigrant family where he couldn’t have guests. Medicine offered Anthony an endless body of knowledge in which he could immerse himself but Anthony also apparently enjoyed the less cerebral aspects of the field. He emailed me that spring, “doing your first c-section on your b-day adds a warm and fuzzy component to this whole med school thing.”

>I visited in the fall of his third year, a few weeks before President Obama was first elected, when Anthony was renting an attic room from an older woman. The thinly furnished space contained a bed, a desk, an electric kettle for green tea and the instant oatmeal he stockpiled. I don’t remember it, but he also must have had an assemblage of over-the-counter pills. “Vitamins, muscle this and heart that and bone,” my mother recalled his intake at the end of his life. “He was taking some Chinese pills over the counter that he got on Central Avenue for hair growth. He might have been taking up to 40 or 50 pills a day.”

>“There's like a feeling of wanting to say the right thing, to convey who he was or what he meant to me. I don't feel like I'm doing him justice in a certain way,” Anna, my sister, said. “I felt like he had a really good way of filtering what was important and what wasn't. Except, at the end of his life, when he didn't, because he obviously was sick.”

>Anna hypothesizes that Anthony suffered from depression that metastasized into a “psychotic depression,” in which he lost his grasp on reality. The disease causes “changes in your concentration, changes in your motivation, changes in your sleeping habits” — Anthony never slept well — “and changes in your eating habits. But then it becomes that you have real cognitive changes where things that you would normally think are really a horrible, shitty idea, all of a sudden become normal.”

>Aaron Paul, a friend of Anthony’s from college and medical school, said that when they lived together that first year in Philadelphia, the balance of Anthony’s college career evaporated. Paul, who is no slouch, said Anthony would study past midnight on a Friday, say, for an exam two or three weeks away, showing a “singular preoccupation with schoolwork that was clearly obsessive.” Their friendship suffered. Medical school “can be somewhat socially isolating,” Paul said. “I think we were all at times a little bit depressed.”

>For Anthony’s second year, my mother said he wanted to “break all records.” He set himself apart further, renting a room from a Chinese immigrant family where he couldn’t have guests. Medicine offered Anthony an endless body of knowledge in which he could immerse himself but Anthony also apparently enjoyed the less cerebral aspects of the field. He emailed me that spring, “doing your first c-section on your b-day adds a warm and fuzzy component to this whole med school thing.”

>I visited in the fall of his third year, a few weeks before President Obama was first elected, when Anthony was renting an attic room from an older woman. The thinly furnished space contained a bed, a desk, an electric kettle for green tea and the instant oatmeal he stockpiled. I don’t remember it, but he also must have had an assemblage of over-the-counter pills. “Vitamins, muscle this and heart that and bone,” my mother recalled his intake at the end of his life. “He was taking some Chinese pills over the counter that he got on Central Avenue for hair growth. He might have been taking up to 40 or 50 pills a day.”

>>13630241
This book was a hot pile of shit. I snoozed my way through 100 pages before I put it down.

>>12265398
Spending Christmas all alone here, who /comfy/?

>>11653126
I'm thinking about submitting short stories to the creative writing section of my schools publishing department. Going to start off with a story about a doorman on park avenue robbing apartment of people who are assholes to him.
>>11654177
yeah brah

>>11393533
120 days of sodom

>>11370471
i read it for an AP history class
I think the main problem was assuming that only europe was advance, because asia also had some powerful empires. The big defining difference in my opinion happened in the industrial revolution though. See, china had gun powder before europe, but the industrial revolution mass produced weapons that used it. the other nations lost due to the shear power of the supplies being popped. It was just the luck of the draw rather than the access to resources. Africa however is a hard continent to become powerful in

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>>11241325
Is learning japanese also useless if you intend to live there? I heard that many japanese can speak english and avoid speaking japanese to foreigners in order to improve?