I would like to get some help in maths

Mine were great! Good to hear that you both did well on yours.

@Hyunjun Lee For it was math. Like, I can manadge everything well exept for math(and sports, which I always got like 14-15/20) but I'm working on it.

There are few cases of mental health I've seen (in school, family) and I really wanted to deep dive into it. Thanks, that was super helpful!!

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@Rudaiba Tarannum No it's not for real, just some "what would you do in that situation" kind of story. So, I am attending a boarding school and get assigned to a project with this guy who is supposed to be my childhood best freind but we drifted away. The project is about creating a non-profit website that can actually help students that don't have the ressouces and all, participate in science fairs or get into top universities. One day as we finish working on a phase of our project, head out of the school library and part our ways to our respective dorms I bump into some one- a middle aged guy that looks creepy- that had an unconfortable aura surrouding him. As I look up and mumble a sorry he only hums with a creepy smile on his face. I walk away from him as fast as I could and when I deem myself far enough from him, I look back to find him still standing there scrutting something. Following his gaze my eyes fall on the guy (the one who was my partner, let's call him Jay) and I feel goosebumps rising up my spine and ran to my dorm. Fast forwarding a month later, I don't see the creep but he still hunts my thoughts. Because I was supposed to go to a brunch, I brush it off. At the brunch, I nearly dropped my plate when I saw him—the same creepy man I’d bumped into outside the library a month ago. He was standing in the corner, pretending to blend in, but his eyes told a different story. He wasn’t there for brunch; he was watching Jay. My stomach churned. I found Jay and pulled him aside, whispering urgently about the man. “He’s following you, Jay. I’m sure of it. I’ve seen him before.” But Jay just laughed, brushing me off with a dismissive wave. “You’re overthinking. Relax.” I wanted to press him, but his confidence made me second-guess myself. Maybe I was being paranoid. Or maybe not. Two months passed, and the unease faded—until it came roaring back one evening. I was heading to Jay’s dorm to finalize our project. When I got there, something felt... off. His door was slightly open, which was strange enough, but as I stepped inside, my unease turned into full-blown dread.

@Rudaiba Tarannum No it's not fr, just a "What would you do if you were in this situation" typa thing. So, I am attending a boarding school and get assigned to a project with this guy who is supposed to be my childhood best freind. The project is about creating a non-profit website that can actually help students that don't have yhe ressouces and all participate in science fairs or get into top universities. One day as we finish working on a phase of our project, head out of the school library and part our ways to our respective dorms I bump into some one- a middle aged guy that looks creepy- that had an unconfortable aura surrouding him. As I look up and mumble a sorry he only hums with a creepy smile on his face. I walk away from him as fast as I could and when I deem myself far enough from him, I look back to find him still standing there scrutting something. Following his gaze my eyes fall on the guy (the one who was my partner, let's call him Jay) and I feel goosebumps rising up my spine and ran to my dorm. Fast forwarding a month later, I don't see the creep but he still hunts my though. Because I was supposed to go to a brunch, so I put him aside. At the brunch, I nearly dropped my plate when I saw him—the same creepy man I’d bumped into outside the library a month ago. He was standing in the corner, pretending to blend in, but his eyes told a different story. He wasn’t there for brunch; he was watching Jay. My stomach churned. I found Jay and pulled him aside, whispering urgently about the man. “He’s following you, Jay. I’m sure of it. I’ve seen him before.” But Jay just laughed, brushing me off with a dismissive wave. “You’re overthinking. Relax.” I wanted to press him, but his confidence made me second-guess myself. Maybe I was being paranoid. Or maybe not. Two months passed, and the unease faded—until it came roaring back one evening. I was heading to Jay’s dorm to finalize our project. When I got there, something felt... off. His door was slightly open, which was strange enough, but as I stepped inside, my unease turned into full-blown dread.

@Chaitra A. So what kind of people do I tutor? Because I'm in my sophomore year. If it doesn't matter, is it only in STEM related subjects?

@Chaitra A. Thanks! I lready emailed him. Hope I get in.