I was in a grad program (MS in CS) at a US University, with the majority of the program filled with students from India. They all lived together, studied together, exchanged homework with each other (in class, and from different semesters), and also exchanged exam answers with each other from semester to semester (since it appeared that the questions didn't change much). Finally, a large group was caught cheating together during an exam.
The odd thing, is that as a Grad Assistant, when I was in charge of hiring new GAs, every student from India lied outright on their resumes. Everyone of them said they were experts in all areas of MS networking, applications, and all of them were engineers. As soon as I asked any questions about something relatively simple in networking, not a single one knew the answer.
Maybe before we outsource (and I dont' think we should), we need to check to see who is actually doing the work, and doing some testing to see if they can do what they claim. Isn't it more efficient to write better code once, than to spend all of the extra time troubleshooting and rewriting code that never gets written correctly (even if they charge less to do it)?
I've been a diabetic for almost 25 years. I developed it when I was 12 years old. There was nothing enjoyable about it. I'll save the depressing stuff for the end.
I was a lean, healthy 12 year old. My parent's didn't have to MAKE my brothers and I eat our vegetables -- we did it without complaining because we grew up having healthy meals. I was not overweight nor out of shape. I was a junior triathlete -- I swam, ran and cycled daily.
It has always been considered to be either genetic (but just that they couldn't find the gene(s) responsible for it) or from someone being out of shape and overweight -- or both.
The transplants have been around for a while, but the biggest drawback has always been the immunosuppressant meds -- I was always told that would make me worse when I was older. The insulin shots each day do suck. I take 2 per day, and because of being so active (a competitive distance athlete), I've woken up in the hospital days later from mild comas (and once had a spinal tap [lumbar puncture] without pain meds) because they thought it was something worse. After an ultramarathon, I didn't eat enough before going to bed, and didn't wake up on my own (I'll forever be thankful to my brother Michael for finding me -- my greatest hero, and not just because he's a selfless US Army Soldier).
There are two promising MDs in the eastern US -- one at Howard Huges in the Maryland area, and one who works with the Lee Iacoca organization (who has cured type I in mice). The MD at Howard Huges has two daughters who are diabetics, so he's driven as much as Lee is to finding a cure.
I believe the Pharm companies don't want a cure -- they'd loose so much money if there was a cure. Although, maybe they should be proactive and start finding a better immunosuppresant drug.
Before I was diagnosed, my teachers in school wouldn't let me go to the bathroom -- they said they thought I just wanted to get out of class. They laughed when I peed myself in class one time, because it hurt too much to keep holding it in. For the 3 months prior to my diagnosis, I came home from school, went to my bedroom, closed all of the curtains, put a cool washcloth on my forehead, and laid there in the dark so my headache would not hurt as much, until dinner. I'd eat, do my homework, and go back to bed. My Mom found me curled up on the floor one evening, and called my doctor, who met me and my Mom at his office at 8 at night. The next day he told me two things: 1) that I'm a diabetic, and what it meant and 2) that I'd never be a pilot. He knew me well enough to know what at an early age I wanted to do for a living.
Diabetes sucks, but it could be worse. I am hoping for a cure, but I've heard ever since I was diagnosed, that one was always just a few years away. I'm still hoping.
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I was in a grad program (MS in CS) at a US University, with the majority of the program filled with students from India. They all lived together, studied together, exchanged homework with each other (in class, and from different semesters), and also exchanged exam answers with each other from semester to semester (since it appeared that the questions didn't change much). Finally, a large group was caught cheating together during an exam.
The odd thing, is that as a Grad Assistant, when I was in charge of hiring new GAs, every student from India lied outright on their resumes. Everyone of them said they were experts in all areas of MS networking, applications, and all of them were engineers. As soon as I asked any questions about something relatively simple in networking, not a single one knew the answer.
Maybe before we outsource (and I dont' think we should), we need to check to see who is actually doing the work, and doing some testing to see if they can do what they claim. Isn't it more efficient to write better code once, than to spend all of the extra time troubleshooting and rewriting code that never gets written correctly (even if they charge less to do it)?
I've been a diabetic for almost 25 years. I developed it when I was 12 years old. There was nothing enjoyable about it. I'll save the depressing stuff for the end. I was a lean, healthy 12 year old. My parent's didn't have to MAKE my brothers and I eat our vegetables -- we did it without complaining because we grew up having healthy meals. I was not overweight nor out of shape. I was a junior triathlete -- I swam, ran and cycled daily. It has always been considered to be either genetic (but just that they couldn't find the gene(s) responsible for it) or from someone being out of shape and overweight -- or both. The transplants have been around for a while, but the biggest drawback has always been the immunosuppressant meds -- I was always told that would make me worse when I was older. The insulin shots each day do suck. I take 2 per day, and because of being so active (a competitive distance athlete), I've woken up in the hospital days later from mild comas (and once had a spinal tap [lumbar puncture] without pain meds) because they thought it was something worse. After an ultramarathon, I didn't eat enough before going to bed, and didn't wake up on my own (I'll forever be thankful to my brother Michael for finding me -- my greatest hero, and not just because he's a selfless US Army Soldier). There are two promising MDs in the eastern US -- one at Howard Huges in the Maryland area, and one who works with the Lee Iacoca organization (who has cured type I in mice). The MD at Howard Huges has two daughters who are diabetics, so he's driven as much as Lee is to finding a cure. I believe the Pharm companies don't want a cure -- they'd loose so much money if there was a cure. Although, maybe they should be proactive and start finding a better immunosuppresant drug. Before I was diagnosed, my teachers in school wouldn't let me go to the bathroom -- they said they thought I just wanted to get out of class. They laughed when I peed myself in class one time, because it hurt too much to keep holding it in. For the 3 months prior to my diagnosis, I came home from school, went to my bedroom, closed all of the curtains, put a cool washcloth on my forehead, and laid there in the dark so my headache would not hurt as much, until dinner. I'd eat, do my homework, and go back to bed. My Mom found me curled up on the floor one evening, and called my doctor, who met me and my Mom at his office at 8 at night. The next day he told me two things: 1) that I'm a diabetic, and what it meant and 2) that I'd never be a pilot. He knew me well enough to know what at an early age I wanted to do for a living. Diabetes sucks, but it could be worse. I am hoping for a cure, but I've heard ever since I was diagnosed, that one was always just a few years away. I'm still hoping.