USF HONORS COLLEGE: SCHOLARSHIP SCAM PERPETRATED by CATHERINE WILKINS
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Deception: Dr. Wilkins shows with lying there can be very real bonuses and payoffs.
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USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship
* * * * Dr. Catherine Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college art career.
* * * * Dr. Catherine Wilkins concocts and writes massive falsehoods in her academic scholarship scam.
* * * * Dr. Catherine Wilkins blatantly and immorally lies about going into debt paying a dying cancer patient’s medical bills. This is a scam created by USF’s Dr. Wilkins to receive scholarship money.
* * * * Dr. Catherine Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient.
* * * * Dr. Catherine Wilkins psychologically and permanently damages cancer patient.
* * * * Causes patient extreme mental anguish, and impedes proper treatment and recovery while patient is near death. Uses information gained to fabricate stories to promote herself.
* * * * For her deceptions, receives credit and school recommendations. Now paradoxically teaches courses in Art, Mental Health, PTSD, and Medicine.
* * * * USF Honors College, Tampa Art Museum, Morsani College of Medicine.
* * * * USF Honors College Health Professions Students Impacted.
* * * * Honors capstone course “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”
* * * * Courses are taught by an instructor that has frequently lied, falsified academic scholarships, engaged in large cover-ups to escape accountability, and engaged in adultery, sometimes with USF faculty and superiors.
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COLLEGE CHEATING COVER-UP SPANS ENTIRE CAREER:
USF’s brightest students, world’s future leaders taught by dishonorable scholarship-cheating professor Dr. Wilkins.
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Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches classes in Mental Health, one as a popular USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Museum of Art.
USF Capstone Course: “Connections: Mental Healthcare, Community Engagement, and Art”
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Inside The Mind Of A Sociopath
Excerpts From “Health News Florida” and “TELL ME MORE” from NPR News. Copyright NPR.
(Published at HEALTH / WUSF / USF)
By Celeste Headlee, and USF Health Editor
“Confessions of a Sociopath” is written under the pen name of M.E. Thomas.
•• What exactly is a sociopath? Many people might think of killers, criminals, the cruel and heartless, Jack Nicholson’s character in The Shining.
That’s the common wisdom. But it’s being challenged by a new memoir, Confessions of a Sociopath: A Life Spent Hiding in Plain Sight. It’s written under the pen name of M.E. Thomas. The author says most sociopaths are not incarcerated — and the silent majority of them live freely and anonymously. They’re your neighbors, colleagues, maybe even family members and lovers.
Thomas admits that sociopaths can be dangerous; they’re hungry for power, and they don’t feel guilt or remorse.
•• Interview Highlights:
•• On the key traits of a sociopath
“They can be very charismatic. They don’t really get nervous. … They tend to fail to conform to social norms. They might come off as a little bit of an independent thinker. Or they might be committing crimes, depending on who they are. They have a facility with lying — well, they lie frequently, obviously to cover up certain aspects of themselves, or things that would indicate that they are a sociopath. Probably the biggest characteristic of a sociopath is their lack of empathy. … They can’t really imagine or feel the emotional worlds of other people. It’s very foreign to them. And they don’t have conscience.”
•• On changing the way we view sociopaths
“I think that there really has been so little research done about sociopaths. And the common wisdom now is that they are untreatable. And that, you know, sociopathy is basically synonymous with evil. … You know, statistically everybody has interacted with a sociopath at one point. … It’s only when we catch them, and they are in prison, and we have gone through this lengthy trial to point out all the bad things that they’ve done, that we start thinking that sociopaths are bad.”
•• On realizing she’s a sociopath
“I had just lost a job. I had just lost several relationships. And it wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened to me, where my life seemed to just fall apart. And I thought, ‘Well, I can’t keep doing this — every few years have my life just go kaput. And so I thought, ‘What is the common denominator here? It’s me. There must be something that I’m doing that’s causing this.’ So I started going to therapy, and therapy didn’t really help that much. … But I remembered through therapy a casual diagnosis that one of my co-workers had made years before. And I explained to her how I viewed the world and my ethical principles, and she said very nicely, ‘You might consider the fact that you are a sociopath.’ So I looked it up, and I saw the traits, and it made sense. And it made sense in a way that nothing really before had.”
•• On why she wrote the memoir under a pen name
“There’s a huge stigma against sociopaths, and I wanted to protect my family a little bit as well. I have little relatives who share my last name, and they’ve done nothing really to bring any sort of notoriety to themselves.”
CELESTE HEADLEE, HOST:
Now we take a peek behind doors that are usually closed, to get a glimpse inside the mind of a sociopath. Now, I know as soon as I use that term, many people have already made some assumptions that sociopaths are criminals, killers, cruel, heartless. But author, blogger and diagnosed sociopath M.E. Thomas … writes that most sociopaths are not incarcerated, that the silent majority of them live freely and anonymously.
They’re your neighbors, your colleagues, maybe even family members and loved ones. She admits they can be dangerous. They’re hungry for power. They don’t often feel guilt or remorse.
HEADLEE: So let’s talk about your decision to write this book in the first place, and why you’ve written it using a pen name.
THOMAS: So the book came from the blog. And I started writing the blog because I was experiencing, at the time, a lot of bad things. I had just lost a job. I had just lost several relationships. And it wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened to me, where my life seemed to just fall apart.
And I thought, well, I can’t keep doing this every few years – have my life just go kaput, I guess is what I would say. And so I thought, what is the common denominator here? It’s me. There must be something that I’m doing that’s causing this.
So I started going to therapy, and therapy didn’t really help that much. I didn’t really get that much out of it. But I remembered, through therapy, a casual diagnosis that one of my co-workers had made years before. And I explained to her how I view the world and my ethical principles, and she said – very nicely – you might consider the fact that you are a sociopath. So I looked it up, and I saw the traits, and it made sense. And it made sense in a way that nothing really before had. But at the time, everything was going well.
And so I didn’t really think much of it. It was just, you know, some interesting fact about myself. But then after I remembered it years later, I thought, maybe there’s something to this sociopathy thing, and maybe I should research it and see if this explains why I behave the way that I do.
HEADLEE: Let’s talk, then, about the definition of sociopath, ’cause I think a lot of people interchange sociopath with psychopath. So what is the difference between the two, and what is the relationship to this new designation of antisocial personality?
THOMAS: Right. There’s a lot of confusion about what exactly the terms mean and whether there’s a distinction between sociopath and psychopath. Some researchers use it. And then a lot of people think that antisocial personality disorder has replaced both. And then there are other researchers who say that’s not true. Sociopath is the term used by Hervey Cleckley in his “Mask of Sanity” book. And he’s sort of the modern father – or the father of the modern concept of sociopathy.
HEADLEE: So how does one recognize a sociopath? What distinguishes sociopath from any other designation?
THOMAS: Some of the primary characteristics of a sociopath are the ones that you might notice, are superficial charm. They can be very charismatic. They don’t really get nervous. So if you see them in a car accident, everybody else is freaking out and they’re just sitting there calmly, dealing with problems. That’s a trait. They tend to fail to conform to social norms. They might come off as a little bit of an independent thinker. Or they might be committing crimes.
They have a facility with lying. Well, they lie frequently, obviously, to cover up certain aspects of themself, identifying aspects or things that would indicate that they’re a sociopath. Probably the biggest characteristic of a sociopath is their lack of empathy. They don’t really have the meaningful emotional worlds, inner worlds, that most people have and perhaps because of that, they can’t really imagine, or feel, the emotional worlds of other people. It’s very foreign to them. And they don’t have a conscience.
They don’t really feel guilt, in our classic conception of what a conscience is – is feelings of guilt. I think you do something and then you feel guilty afterwards, and we call that conscience. So because sociopaths don’t feel guilt or don’t really give meaning or context to feelings of guilt, then they don’t have this innate conscience that most people have.
HEADLEE: So OK, so let’s go back to why you used a pen name.
THOMAS: I used the pen name because strangers, other random people, it’s possibly dangerous. There’s a huge stigma against sociopaths, and I wanted to protect my family a little bit as well. I have little relatives who share my last name; and they’ve done nothing, really, to bring any sort of notoriety to themselves.
HEADLEE: You write in your book about how those things, which could be perceived as weaknesses or strikes against a person, can actually help you in your professional life. In relationships, sometimes some of these very traits that are decried, in sociopaths. can be useful.
THOMAS: Oh, definitely. I think they can be useful. They’re very good at cutting to the weakness of a situation whether it’s – you know – what am I doing wrong here? Let me help you; here’s what you’re doing wrong.
HEADLEE: Is it because the emotion is taken out of it?
THOMAS: It must be. I think emotion, when you live in a world that’s so complex – it would be sort of like being colorblind. If you took color out of things, then you would perceive things differently. Things that you otherwise would have largely ignored maybe become more important to you because there’s not as much going on.
HEADLEE: Early on in the book you say, “You know, I didn’t have a bad childhood, I had a perfectly normal childhood. You can’t blame me being a sociopath on that.”
THOMAS: I think that without that genetic component, bad things can happen to people, and they don’t turn out bad. Nobody else in my family is a sociopath. My siblings basically experienced the same upbringing, but I’m the only one that’s this way.
HEADLEE: And yet, there’s a bit of a warning in this memoir, for other people, in dealing with sociopaths. That sociopaths, to a certain extent, see other people in terms of what use they can be to you, right? How they could be used to gain your own ends. I remember one point where you’re describing charging your brother money to play the games that he wants to play. So I mean, that’s a bit of a warning to your readers, right?
THOMAS: Definitely. I think – I don’t want to whitewash sociopathy at all. When I talk about these different issues, I just want to sort of clarify things. I think people jump to particular conclusions. But it is true, sociopaths do see other people largely in terms of what they can provide to the sociopath. And I think it’s largely because they don’t feel the same sorts of emotional connections. They don’t feel empathy.
HEADLEE: You know, the book doesn’t appear to be aimed at other sociopaths. I mean, you’re very unflinching in describing your own thought processes, even when they’re not necessarily flattering to you, even when they’re sometimes harsh. And that to me reads like it’s meant for someone like me, someone who perhaps needs to understand sociopaths better. I wonder if the point of the book is to educate people or clarify, as you say, what are you hoping to teach people?
THOMAS: I guess I’m not really hoping to teach people so much as start a conversation. I think that there really has been so little research done about sociopaths. And the common wisdom now is that they’re untreatable. And that, you know, sociopathy is basically synonymous with evil.
You know, statistically, everybody has interacted with a sociopath at one point.
It’s only when we catch them and they’re in prison, and we have gone through this lengthy trial to point out all the bad things that they’ve done, that we start thinking, sociopaths are bad.
HEADLEE: I’m Celeste Headlee and this is TELL ME MORE from NPR News. We’ll talk more tomorrow.
Transcript provided by NPR (excerpted). Copyright NPR.
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Dr. Catherine Wilkins lied and unethically used my cancer to advance her college career.
Below is an exact word-for-word transcript from Catherine Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship. In it, Catherine praises herself for taking care of a cancer patient, her boyfriend of four years.
That is a lie.
I am that boyfriend. I am that cancer patient. I have been an artist, going to center for the arts magnet schools and taking AP art courses and studying humanities my entire life, long before Dr. Wilkins was ever an Art Historian or Humanities Instructor.
Dr. Wilkins commends herself for taking care of a “loved one” cancer patient.
Everything about me, and Catherine taking care of me, is a complete fabrication by her. She lied to her own university teachers, professors, and faculty about taking care of me, a cancer patient, in order to get their sympathy and respect. And she lied on her scholarships.
I am just now learning details of this from Dr. Wilkins’ falsified college scholarship, that she deceptively uses me and my condition in.
The only truth: Is that I had cancer. The rest, is fabricated by USF Honors College capstone instructor Dr. Wilkins.
Dr. Catherine Wilkins built her entire college career on lies.
It is unconscionable that Catherine used my struggle with cancer, my life-and-death battle, to promote her college career.
If you think a respected person isn’t capable of this, please look again.
* There are persons, such as:
* * * The sham-story homeless man and couple from GoFundMe (Mark D’Amico, Kate McClure, and Johnny Bobbitt), who for a time the public believed were compassionate saints, and poured money and praise into them. It turned out they invented the whole fake-story for their profit.
* * * A respected and popular professor (David Scott Broxterman) at Polk State College in Lakeland, Florida has been revealed as a fraud after forging documents to fake a doctorate from the University of South Florida (USF).
* * * Pulitzer Prize-winning historian Joseph J. Ellis admitted that he lied to his students and others when he said he had been a combat soldier in Vietnam. ”Perpetuated over many years, his lie about himself clearly violates the ethics of our profession and the integrity we expect of all members of our community,” said a statement posted on the college’s website. ”Misleading students is wrong and nothing can excuse it.”
* * * Former dean of admissions at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Marilee Jones resigned after admitting she fabricated her credentials nearly three decades earlier.
* * * California’s first official poet laureate, Quincy Troupe, resigned after acknowledging he lied on his resumé.
* * * Carol Howley, a former professor at Richard J. Daley College was indicted on charges of theft from the government. She was overpaid $307,000 by the City Colleges of Chicago as a result of faking a degree from Rush University. Officials uncovered that she never enrolled, fabricated her resumé, and created a forged transcript. The college fired her.
* * * University of Oregon Adjunct Professor Bill Hillar was investigated by the Multnomah County Sheriff’s Department for fraud, and soon arrested by the FBI, after some of his students at the Monterey Institute of International Studies discovered that Hillar had been lying about his exploits as a member of the US Army Special Forces, and receiving a doctorate degree from the University of Oregon. FBI agents arrested Professor Bill Hillar following the completion of a fraud investigation involving his fabricated experiences as an American war hero, doctoral degree holder, and father of a kidnapped daughter. According to the FBI’s affidavit, the instructor had been teaching, leading workshops, giving speeches, and conducting training for almost 40 public and private-sector clients across the county “for at least the past 10 years under fraudulent pretenses.”
* * * Study says Honor students more likely to cheat. A study released by the University of California, Berkeley reports that some Honors students are risking their academic standings by cheating in order to remain competitive candidates for career prospects and admission into graduate schools. Study says between 40 percent and 70 percent of college students admit to cheating. Previously, struggling students were believed to make up the group more likely to commit academic dishonestly. Now, Honors students and others with higher GPAs make up the greater percentage likely to cheat, according to study.
* * * Sadly, many have used “False Rapes” to conceal adultery: An internet search will show a multitude of real-life court examples.
* * * The teachers and parents in the bribe college-admissions cheating scandal (Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, and so many others). Anyone employed at a university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be.
Affairs and lying have detrimental consequences. Especially when the person on the other end has cancer.
During my several year relationship with Catherine, that almost resulted in marriage, Catherine repeatedly and severely deceived myself, and those around her.
What was Catherine doing while I had cancer? Cheating on me. Committing adultery. Having several affairs. She even had a long-term secret affair with David Brodosi, faculty at USF.
I will back up a few months, before I was diagnosed with cancer, to the first time Catherine used one of her “care-taking deception methods”…
When I was in a terrible 5-car pileup car accident, hit head-on with a repeat drunk driver, and I broke my face with the steering wheel and I had my teeth bashed in, Catherine told everyone and her USF teachers she was taking care of me.
Instead, Dr. Wilkins, this supposedly compassionate person, was doing something else the day of my tragic car accident, and the following months and years: Cheating.
When I later checked the messages between her and David Brodosi of USF, I learned she was giving David Brodosi oral s*x.
The day I almost die in a car accident, she is happily cheating and having s*x with her boss at school and USF work. Then telling her teachers and those around her, how she is compassionately caring for me.
This is when Catherine Wilkins first learned she could gain sympathy, and eventually advancement, by lying about taking care of a patient.
I had to have major reconstructive surgery on my teeth and face. I didn’t finish the medical and recovery process, because Catherine’s adultery, lies, gaslighting, coverup, and mind games were exhausting me, were consuming my time and energy, and I was filled with confusion, depression, and eventually learned helplessness — since I couldn’t get anything completed or sorted out in my own life, with all of Catherine’s selfishness and having to chase her adulterous evidence trails.
When I expressed how her cheating and games were destroying my life, she simply replied, “It’s not my fault.”
Every time I asked her to tell the truth, so I could at least get my bearings and understand the reality I was dealing with, she obfuscated, denied, deflected, and blamed others.
Catherine Wilkins was getting too much credit for “being a caretaker.” I didn’t even know she was doing this. I only knew she was abusing me, ruining my life, and I had to fight to take care of myself.
When I was diagnosed with cancer a short while later, Catherine Wilkins simply kept up the lie and stories that she was taking care of me. (Catherine Wilkins would use these fabricated “care-taking stories” again and again, I later learned. And Catherine Wilkins would exaggerate her imagined “selfless” deeds more and more. All lies.)
In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi at USF, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her.
I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. She must go to the police and university authorities. Several times, I insisted she file a detailed sexual predator report of David Brodosi.
But the truth turned out to be, their adultery was completely consensual.
I later learned why she didn’t report David Brodosi for the alleged rape, or even sexual harassment.
Catherine Wilkins’ personal home and University of South Florida’s work computers were filled with months of sexual and erotic emails and text messages to and from David Brodosi. Proving Dr. Wilkins’ adulterous affair was consensual. There was no “rape.” Just a consensual secret s*x relationship. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, s*x positions, and traded s*x pictures with each other.
I had to present evidence upon evidence to Catherine Wilkins, until she could hide no more, and she admitted to me later that they had consensual s*x. And both Dr. Wilkins and David Brodosi tried to keep it hidden, and cover it up.
Catherine later admitted she loved the illicit thrill, danger, and excitement of cheating. Catherine didn’t care that her adultery was destroying my life, she wanted “the dangerous thrill.”
Catherine Wilkins attempted to get away with cheating, by saying David Brodosi raped her. It instead, was a consensual affair.
There are countless real rape victims, and Catherine tried to appropriate rape, to get out of adultery.
And Catherine had so many other secret lovers, and adulterous affairs that she tried to hide and coverup, while I was dying of cancer.
Professor Catherine Wilkins secretly applied to pose nude for Playboy. There were messages about rockstars autographing her b*****s backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and s*x adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues f******o and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the s*x hookup website, “Adult Friend Finder” for threesomes, orgies, one-night stands, with both men and women. In New Orleans, Dr. Wilkins prowled Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”
Dr. Wilkins even had s*x with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her b*****s and nipples looked like, why there were many messages from him to her of a sexual nature — Dr. Wilkins knowing she was at least partially caught, said “We only flirted online. I emailed him naked pictures of myself. We didn’t have s*x.” This alone is heartbreaking enough. Then when I had to go further and ask, “Then why does my friend know what you sound like during s*x, and how you do specific s*x actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had s*x. I lied.” Then she tried to diminish it, turn it around, and receive pity and sympathy, by saying this person was on anti-depressants, and it affected his erection. Poor Catherine. Her secret lover, a person I knew and used to be friends with, had penile dysfunction. What a way to try for sympathy, when you’re caught cheating and lying.
Her secret affairs went on and on.
There are so many other adulterous and dishonest activities Dr. Wilkins engaged herself in. All while we dated, and almost married. All while I fought cancer, and struggled to stay alive.
All while she tells those around her, writes on her scholarship, and imagines herself as the faithful, saintly girlfriend and almost-wife taking care of me as I was dying. Catherine wasn’t taking care of me, she was having the time of her life cheating.
Each time I found just a little of Catherine Wilkins’ lies and wrong-doing, I begged her to stop, and to do the right thing. Catherine refused to cease, or do what was right, time and time again. Catherine just continued doing what she wanted, using whoever she wanted, telling whatever lies she wanted, and simply tried harder in her coverups.
The only thing Professor Wilkins learned: Was how to conceal, gaslight, and manipulate better.
Catherine’s method is to tell any lie, obfuscate, deflect, blame, accuse others, and even try to become a victim herself, so she may take flight from accountability, and even profit.
Catherine tried to escape responsibility.
To get away with a lie, Catherine would just tell another lie, or blame someone else, or try to make it seem smaller or innocent, or misdirect.
She would say she stopped a certain lie or dishonest behavior or action, but that again, was only to minimize it. I found time and time again, she continued in it. She did not stop.
These are mind games that destroy. Besides the initial destruction of the illicit deed, the coverup continues further destruction. Catherine wanted to gain through sympathy, but had little sympathy for those she lied to.
A deception-addict is similar to a drug-addict or any other addict. They get a thrill and “high” from each occurrence, and with lying there can be very real bonuses and gains. Getting away with lies, and receiving positive advancement from it repeatedly, activates the brain’s reward centers.
Professor Catherine Wilkins knew, ultimately, she could win and do whatever she wanted by lying, cheating, manipulation, and hiding the truth. She need not be accountable if she could just lie, put on the right face, and have no one double-check.
Catherine Wilkins even faked and wrote false letters from her parents. She wrote the letters, pretending to be her parents, using her father and mother’s names, Bill and Rose, and in their voice. She did this, so her parents would not find out about her lies.
On Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, word-for-word, she claims: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay…”
Catherine did not pay my medical bills, or accrue debt “helping me,” as she states. Catherine states this, because she wanted the money for her own college and life purposes.
Catherine did nothing for me, except impede me finding cancer treatment, impede my chemotherapy, and impede my recovery. Her mind games and tactics truly almost killed me.
Catherine: Cancer is literally a daily life and death struggle. Every little germ counts. Every body cell living, dying, growing, or not, means a whole human, dies or lives, vomits or rests, loses their hair or keeps it, endures pain or heals. Instead, you see the cancer suffered by someone else as a way to gain sympathy, and credit for actions you never did. For care you never gave.
Catherine: You told your teachers, professors, friends, parents, wrote on scholarship applications, how you saintly paid my medical bills until you went into debt, and nursed me while I endured cancer. Lies.
New Orleans Charity Hospital, where you have never stepped a foot inside while I was pumped with chemo, and Charity’s doctors, nurses, and a truly saintly social worker are who paid my bills, treated me, gave me genuine mercy, and let me live more years.
Catherine: Please tell me where adulterous cheating, lying, covering-up, manipulating, taking from, copying, nearly plagiarizing, causing extreme mental anguish to, and gaslighting is considered “caring for a cancer patient.”
Catherine: How can you use and abuse a cancer patient in this manner? As you state in your scholarship and told so many, I was “your loved one.” Really?
Catherine: How many other times did you use me, and lie, for your sympathy, credit, or gain? Countless incidents, I’m sure.
Catherine: The truth is, you treated me as an object to advance yourself. Not as a human being. Only when humans see other humans as stepping stones and objects, can they become so selfish, and treat others so callously, and tell such immense, heartless lies.
This kind of massive, long-term deception absolutely negatively impacts every area of a life.
Catherine: Because of your lying, adultery, coverups, gaslighting, and mind games, I did not get my insurance papers filed in time. This almost became my death sentence. This nearly killed me. You simply said, “Not my fault.”
When I expressed how hard everything was on me, Catherine simply said, “Not my fault.”
Catherine: To me, and every hardship I encountered, and the added difficulty of your lies and adultery, your answer to everything was: “Not my fault.”
To your school, teachers, and scholarships: You made yourself into a saint taking care of a cancer patient and paying all his medical bills. Lies.
Callous, selfish lies.
This is sociopathic behavior by Dr. Wilkins. A “sociopath” is defined as someone who lies incessantly to get their way, and does so with little concern for others. A “sociopath” does not have to be a “Jeffrey Dahmer.” An everyday “sociopath” can be your neighbor, a work acquaintance, and your college professor.
It comes down to repeatedly deceiving and hurting others, usually with great cunning and masterful ploys, without meaningful regret (usually any considerate or regretful expression is fake, or just another part of the ploy), for your own gain.
Case: Professor Catherine Wilkins — and her academic and scholarship scams and cheating, unrelenting and unethical drive to advance herself and get what she wants (usually by deceit, abuse, using and stealing from others, and manipulation), and absence of integrity. And then Professor Wilkins repeating the same dishonest behaviors, even after being caught multiple times and promising to end such deceitful actions. A “sociopath” simply lies incessantly to get their way.
By understanding the characteristics of a high-functioning sociopath, you can see how this individual may be manipulating and exploiting you. They are usually very charming and clever and, at first, their actions may seem genuine. Over time, their lies, deceptions, and lack of empathy are exposed to reveal their sociopathic nature.
These characteristics and traits include:
* * * * High IQ: High-functioning sociopaths often have a higher IQ than people without personality disorders. This helps them plan, manipulate, and exploit others.
* * * * Lack of empathy: Difficulty in empathizing with others or understanding the emotional consequences of their actions.
* * * * Narcissism: They often have strong self-love and grandiose self-image. This occurs because of low-esteem and delusional beliefs.
* * * * Charming: Although most sociopaths lack empathy, they are capable of mimicking and manipulating emotions to appear charming and normal.
* * * * Secretive: A sociopath doesn’t feel the need to share intimate details with others, unless it is to manipulate.
* * * * Sexually deviant: Since they lack guilt, remorse, and emotional attachments, sociopaths tend to have affairs and engage in questionable sexual activity.
* * * * Sensitive to criticism: Despite their lack of empathy, sociopaths desire the approval of others. They feel entitled to admiration, and are quick to anger when criticized.
* * * * Impulsive behavior: Sociopaths often live in the moment, and will do what they feel is needed to reach their immediate goals.
* * * * Compulsive lying: Disregarding the truth to make themselves look better, or get what they want.
* * * * Needing constant stimulation: Sociopaths often get bored easily, and need to be actively engaged.
* * * * Addictive Behavior: Their compulsive mindset may result in addiction to illicit materials, s*x, taking chances, or other addictive behaviors.
* * * * Criminal Behavior: Criminal activity associated with sociopaths could include theft, whether burglary or white collar crime.
Catherine and I almost married. She was the love of my life. …Until the day I started to find out she was committing adultery on me, and selfishly and dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.
When there were land or air animals trapped in the water, or wounded in the middle of the road, I introduced Catherine to animal welfare and rescue. I introduced Catherine to vegetarianism. I later spent years assisting animal rescue.
I have been an artist my entire life. I am a multidisciplinary artist. My art and photography are in books, magazines, newspapers, and museums. I spent my entire life in magnet schools for the arts, AP classes (both art and academic), honors programs, and studying and creating art. So, Catherine Wilkins appropriated my life as an artist, to become an Art Historian. Normally, I would be flattered. I would have shared anything with Catherine, especially the arts. I almost shared my entire life with her. I love when I can inspire others to be an artist, or study or appreciate art. Art, is my mission in life.
Art, to me, is one of the most important creations of humankind.
I love when I can inspire anyone to be better.
And as a multidisciplinary artist working in visual, literary, music, and theatre endeavors, that creates and gives everyday of my life, I learned young to thank and credit the artists before and next to me that influenced me. Despite the cliché maxim that great artists steal, I believe great artists homage, thank, share, and credit as well as create original work. Great artists don’t steal, selfish people do.
But Catherine did not share — Catherine stole, copied, lied and hid.
Whenever I did something, Catherine usually secretly appropriated and copied it, without credit.
Stealing is not flattery.
It is called: “Idea Appropriation.” A very real term (See the book “Business Ethics” by James Brusseau).
Dr. Wilkins liked the false feeling and praise that many of her ideas occurred by “immaculate conception.”
Deceptive shortcuts in life and esteem.
Catherine Wilkins, by her appropriation, just about plagiarized my life to advance and create hers.
The revelations of Catherine’s lies and adultery became so bad, we even discussed at our wedding, if Catherine could still wear white. If adulterers and liars could wear white at a wedding. Ultimately, the conclusion was: Catherine and I could not marry, because it was impossible to overcome her adultery and ongoing dishonesty.
What did Catherine do when we did not marry, and I ended my relationship with her? I recently found out, Catherine continued her lies, using of me, and resumed dishonestly appropriating my life to benefit hers.
I was in contact with Dr. Wilkins for over a decade, into my early-thirties, until I couldn’t take her falsehoods anymore.
Professor Catherine Wilkins lied and appropriated my cancer to advance her college career.
I learned, Dr. Catherine Wilkins told everyone she was taking care of me. That my cancer and illness was hard on her, not me. Catherine Wilkins: The selfless saint. None of these teachers, school faculty, or people ever met me, except one for just a minute. They all just took Catherine Wilkins’ word as truth.
The first time I got an inkling of this lie, was when I went to USF after I found more evidence of Catherine’s adultery and copying, and questioned her about it. Her Art History professor told me, how Catherine was taking care of me during my illness and how much Catherine was doing for me.
I was at USF to confront Catherine about lying, copying, and adultery, and I am told: “What a saint Catherine is for caring for me in my time of desperate need.”
Before I could respond to Catherine’s teacher, or fully understand the deceit, because it caught me by complete surprise, Catherine whisked me out of the room. Catherine did this every time someone else was about to expose one of her lies, or unknowingly and accidentally reveal a clue to her adultery and affairs, or simply, how Dr. Wilkins was copying my own endeavors without credit. Catherine would quickly remove me from the room, or tell me not to say anything or ask certain questions.
Catherine made herself into a saint, even claiming she went into debt paying for my cancer treatment costs.
In Catherine’s scholarship, she lies: “It seems like true help from G*d … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.”
Who paid for my cancer treatment when almost no hospital would admit me? Charity Hospital in New Orleans.
Catherine did not pay a dime, and accrued absolutely no debt. Not from my medical treatment. Her only debt she cared about, was her school debt.
Who cared for me while I fought for life? The doctors and nurses at Charity Hospital in New Orleans. Otherwise, I was completely alone. My landlord in New Orleans even asked me, who is my next-of-kin or emergency contact, in case I die from cancer and chemo. My answer was, “I have no one.” My landlord said, “You must have someone! I have to fill in the emergency contact space of the lease.” I repeated, “I have no one.”
And it was in that New Orleans apartment, alone, and at Charity Hospital, that I begged and struggled to stay alive.
The main motivation I had for living: Art. I was writing a screenplay and a musical. I am a painter and photographer. I kept on with my art studies and creation as I was alone, bald without hair, weak, nearly dying, and nauseous with chemo in my veins.
Catherine was not there, not for a single cancer treatment. Catherine and I talked by phone, and barely. Catherine just kept up her lies by phone.
Catherine: Is there nothing you will not cruelly steal from me and use as yours? Is there nothing you will not lie about?
You even used my cancer?
I almost died, Catherine. I lost all my hair. Chemo burned me up inside. I vomited weekly. The smallest infections nearly killed me.
I had to walk several miles to and from Charity Hospital — alone — for my treatments, walking home weak and always near vomiting after being injected with bags of ABVD chemo. I now have lifelong detrimental effects from cancer, major surgery, and chemotherapy. My lifespan and health is shortened.
And you were not there, you were never there, Catherine.
I was alone, fighting for life, Catherine, as you were busy cheating and lying.
What was truly my time of need, was Catherine’s time to benefit.
Catherine Wilkins turned my cancer, into a way for her to get scholarship money, and school and career advancement.
To me, those images of caring people surrounding a cancer patient with love, are a complete fantasy.
Also on Dr. Wilkins’ dishonest scholarship, she claims: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.”
Catherine never once concerned herself that I was an orphan, until now, on her scholarship when she felt she could appropriate that, too, to gain more sympathy and profit for herself.
In fact, I was at a huge disadvantage during our entire relationship because of this. Catherine had doting parents that were willing to defend her and ignore, turn a blind eye, or support her lies. I had no one to defend or protect me, no one to stand up for me, or even give me moral support while Catherine was lying and cheating.
Catherine: I was an abused child. My biological parents were abusers. I have been alone my entire life. Do you know how hard it is to be an orphan? To be abused physically, mentally, and sexually your entire childhood?
What kept me alive as an orphan? Art.
I also applied the model of Ernest Shackleton to my life and art. Shackleton, with dignity and courage, after his ship the “Endurance” sank, kept himself and all of his men alive in the Antarctic for years, and eventually succeeded in their rescue.
Being an abused orphan, physically and sexually, was my first life-and-death struggle.
To you, Catherine, me being an orphan was just another detail you could appropriate into your own lies and stories to gain sympathy for yourself.
What kind of person are you? To try to turn cancer, an orphan, and even rape into lies you can tell others to gain advancement or sympathy for yourself, or to hide adultery.
Catherine: The fact I am an orphan, is not yours to appropriate.
Catherine, you did not know I was raped several times. Not only was I sexually abused by my biological mother until I escaped, I was raped by men over the years, because I was a vulnerable orphan. As a rape victim myself, please do not appropriate “rape” because you and your USF boss wanted “booty calls” and you were caught.
Catherine, to explain that I was raped by men throughout my childhood, and to say it is a painful topic to discuss, is an immense understatement. But you know what? I decided to become stronger from it. I endured it. I became stronger, and I stayed a good person.
And you, Catherine, tell me that David Brodosi, at USF, did this to you. You told me he raped you, forced you onto your knees, and by physical force made you give him oral s*x. Catherine, I am a victim of such a rape. In brutal, real life. To you, you tried to use rape as an excuse to get out of a secret, consensual affair, and try to even get sympathy from me, while you were cheating on me.
As a child, I had a man do that to me, in real life, and threaten to kill me. I was about 7 years-old, the first time. I simply walked into the bathroom by accident, and I was raped. And there were other rapes and abuses I endured throughout my vulnerable life as an orphan. Please do not use a made-up rape story to hide consensual adultery.
Catherine Wilkins: Rape is no small matter.
You were willing to tell any lie, deflect, redirect, manipulate, destroy or use anyone — especially me — to coverup cheating s*x, and to advance your life.
Catherine: How many times could you destroy my heart?
A person only has one heart.
Each time I found out more about your deceits, I told you, even as strong as I am, even steel that is bent and twisted too many times will break. You broke me. I am an adult man, and I know I sound like a naive child when I ask: “Why must humans — carelessly and carefully — damage other humans?”
Catherine: Child abuse hurt me immensely. But: You, broke me.
Professor Wilkins, I will repeat, because you lie about it in your scholarship to imagine yourself as a selfless sacrificer: I was an abused child. You knew that general part. But. Do you know what it is truly like to be: Sexually abused daily and nightly by women and occasionally men? Be beaten and hit until you have bruises and bleed, mentally abused daily, be unloved, deprived of nearly everything from winter clothes and basic household heat in freezing Northern winters, to being deprived of normal nutrition, calories, and vitamins, to being deprived of just a single loving and encouraging touch?
Sometimes when I finally had food at the dining table as a child, even a teenager, I would look at the meal and cry.
Do you know what it is like to be treated inhumanely nearly your entire childhood, by multiple people? Treated as an object that takes up space and time, and costs money, instead of a child with positive dreams, and artistic talents, and a hungry intellect? I survived child abuse because of my love for the arts, and reverence for a better future. Since I was a child, despite my own deprivations and abuse, I wanted to sincerely improve the world around me.
As an orphan without a support system, I quickly learned personal accountability. I had no one to fall back on, only myself. Humans should always be accountable. As an orphan, I had no time for “fun.” But to me: “Fun” was art, and studying. I had so much work to do, so much art to create, so much to happily learn, so far I wanted to climb, so much “future” to carve out. So everyday counted.
As an abused orphan, I had no one to be proud of me. So I learned, I had to be proud of my own actions.
As an abused orphan, and the tremendous pain and suffering I endured, I learned young not to hurt others. Not to repeat the cycle, not to make excuses, but to make and do positive endeavors. And show and teach by example.
I ask you again, Dr. Wilkins, because on your college scholarship, you clearly state I was an orphan, and that you, Catherine, did not want to abandon me “in such a state” while I was enduring cancer, and that was a main reason you were seeking your scholarship. This scholarship you hid, and I was only recently informed about. You talk of how you suffered. You express your sacrifices. Really?
Catherine, you have deceptively and cruelly turned my horrendous child abuse, into your own application for sympathy and gain. How could you? How can you turn my nightmare as a youth, into a made-up fable in your own life so you can look better on a scholarship? How many other college scholarships did you outright lie and exaggerate on? How many other times did you use me, and the pain in my life, to further and benefit your own life?
Catherine: When I was physically raped, and threatened with being killed as a child, if I ever spoke out — to end and free myself from that abuse and danger, each time as a child, I had to run away from home after home, and occasionally endure life being a homeless kid. No easy task. But. Child abuse was straightforward. Your form of mental rape and abuse goes on-and-on in my life. I keep finding out, even now, how you have lied and used me.
I asked you to report David Brodosi as a s*x offender. Instead, I find countless consensual sexual messages between you and he, and I accidentally open a vast world of your cheating, lying, sexual adventures, and adultery. A world I never wanted to open.
Dr. Wilkins continues: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.”
This is a lie.
Catherine lied on the location, because she needed the scholarship for her own location at USF in Florida. I received all of my cancer treatment in New Orleans at Charity Hospital. Dr. Robert Veith, MD was the oncologist that treated me and saved my life multiple times.
Catherine Wilkins never stepped a foot inside Charity Hospital. She was not there, when I took a taxi in the middle of the night and admitted myself — alone — and desperately begged the emergency room doctor to take me to an oncologist and save me.
Catherine was not there, when during my cancer treatment, and because of it, my blood count plummeted, and I had to take an emergency midnight taxi again, because I developed a serious infection and my body was boiling from fever. I was alone, and literally only a few hours from death. Dr. Veith suddenly appeared at the hospital, in the middle of night, put me on antibiotics, and saved my life yet again. Even now, I cry with gratitude for Dr. Robert Veith. Dr. Veith is human kindness and compassion.
Catherine Wilkins never met Dr. Robert Veith, nor even asked the names of my doctors and nurses. She didn’t care. Her answer to me for everything, and every pain in my soul I endured was: “Not my fault.” And Catherine was certainly not there for my recovery, as she deceptively states she was in her scholarship.
I struggled from nausea, unabating chemical smells and tastes of the (A)driamycin (B)leomycin (V)inblastine (D)acarbazine — trying not to vomit, even with nothing in my stomach. I grappled with myelotoxicity, and almost lost my life to it several times. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home — alone. During the long walk before I could lay down and rest, which was mostly along a highway, under bridges, and the shoulders of major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD.
Catherine: Please explain how you can lie to everyone around, to your teachers, to your school, and on your academic scholarship, that you “cared for a cancer patient.” You did no such thing.
One day, I woke up and brushed my hair, as usual. In one stroke, it all came out. I lost all my hair in one go. But for a few ridiculous strands that I tried to keep, I was now bald.
Catherine wasn’t there. I called her on the phone, and told her I lost my hair. I told her how hard this was, how much pain I was in.
She listened, but she didn’t really care.
Catherine just said, “I don’t have anything to do with you losing your hair.”
I felt more and more isolated. I felt as if I was on Pluto, far from sun or warmth, far from people. I received great compassion from the oncologists and nurses at Charity Hospital, but that was only for the brief minutes they tested me, put me into scanning machines, or injected needles. Any other moments, I was utterly alone.
Weeks after I lost all of my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head.
Instead, Catherine Wilkins snipped short locks of her hair, glued these short pieces of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat.
Who the h**l is heartless enough, conniving enough, to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it to me as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair.
I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave.
I was fighting for my life, everyday.
When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected.
As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catherine is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catherine is cheating on me.
Another reason Professor Wilkins couldn’t be there for me during chemo:
Catherine Wilkins later told me on the phone, that she quit college, and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her, but with much reservation. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt, and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits, her being one of the Army recruits, by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit named Catherine Wilkins. I thought: Maybe Catherine won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. Dr. Wilkins obviously never quit college, or joined the Army.
How did I find out Dr. Wilkins never quit college, or joined the Army? I was walking home after a long evening at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, to lay down and rest from my treatment. I need to cross Bourbon Street to get to my apartment. I bumped into Dr. Wilkins prowling Bourbon Street looking for sexual attention, and assumedly a s*x hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her b*****s, that in glitter read “VEGAS.”
Shocked, Dr. Wilkins simply admitted, “Yeah. I lied about joining the Army. I’m going to Tulane.” That was the only truth she divulged. Of course Dr. Wilkins told me other lies that evening. On her skimpy outfit that revealed her b*****s, Dr. Wilkins said: “I didn’t do my laundry, all mine are dirty, so I had to borrow a friend’s clothes. She’s smaller than me, and this is all she had.” I simply walked away, and let her continue prowling for s*x. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it.
Numerous times I was literally hours from death from infections, fevers, low blood counts, and chemo. And Dr. Wilkins is having fun looking for s*x or sexual attention on Bourbon Street in New Orleans.
Dr. Wilkins didn’t want anything to do with caring for me during my cancer treatments, or even treating me as a human, instead of an object to use and benefit her college career. She was only concerned about advancing herself in college. She didn’t have time for both cancer and college.
But Dr. Wilkins could lie about both.
For Dr. Wilkins, it saves a lot of time and effort, to just lie or copy.
Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins blatantly lied in a scholarship praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health.
I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness.
Nothing is farther from truth.
Catherine: Do you know how this feels?
It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly.
I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily.
Catherine: You even lied about shaving your head to show commitment to a cancer patient, and instead, you created a fake bald cap. You literally glued tiny pieces of your hair to a bald cap. How many atrocities can you commit towards a patient of cancer?
And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves.
Catherine: How could you? Why?
How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way?
How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever.
As an academic, professor, and now art historian, Catherine should know how hard artists work to be original, and how wrong it is to lie, cheat, copy, and appropriate from an artist.
Since Catherine now works in mental health and with medical, trauma, and PTSD patients, she should know her ethics and behaviors are cruel and extremely wrong to a cancer patient.
As a human, Catherine should know her actions are wrong.
Catherine: All you ever wanted was to advance yourself. You succeeded by lying, manipulating, and using my cancer.
Even appropriating my life as an artist, and the fact I am an orphan.
There is nothing Professor Wilkins wouldn’t do, if it meant she could gain, feed her ego and impress peers, imagine herself as a selfless saint, or hide deceit.
Except for the angels at Charity Hospital, I had absolutely no support during my cancer treatments and recovery.
Catherine didn’t care about me. Dr. Wilkins cared about becoming a college professor by any hook, crook, scheme, or lie.
Catherine Wilkins: My battle with cancer, is not yours to use, advance yourself with, or appropriate.
Dr. Catherine Wilkins knows she did so much more wrongdoing, lying, and cheating than just this. This is just the tip of the iceberg of Catherine’s lies.
Below… The word-for-word transcript of Catherine’s falsified scholarship (everything about her “care” for a cancer patient is a complete lie fabricated by her):
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Table of Contents
Reasons for Applying for the CDA Scholarship
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins
1. The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult.
2. My position as a graduate teacher is very rewarding in that it enables me to share my love of learning with fellow young people; however, it does not cover the full cost of my school fees and living expenses.
3. I fear that my dream of earning a graduate degree and becoming a college professor might not be realized without further financial aid.
Supplement to Scholarship Application for Catherine Wilkins
My name is Catherine Wilkins. I enrolled as a graduate student at Tulane University in New Orleans, pursuing a Master of the Arts degree in Art History.
I lived in the Tampa Bay area my entire life before moving away for graduate school, born into a wonderfully large and caring extended family. My family raised me very well, and taught me principles of love, wisdom, and faith from a very early age. In part due to their dedication( to my upbringing, I was able to skip first grade, going directly to second grade from Kindergarten. From grade school onward, I attended Catholic schools, where I was educated both intellectually and spiritually. During my time at St. Petersburg Catholic High School, I began assisting as a volunteer at a local soup kitchen, as well as at a tennis camp for young children. Additional extracurricular activities during that time period included employment of thirty five hours per week at Publix Supermarkets, membership on the high school tennis team, enrollment in the National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta (math honor society), and volunteer work for several environmental agencies.
I graduated high school third in my class, with highest honors and a special departmental award in English, just after my seventeenth birthday. In the fall, I dual-enrolled at the University of South Florida (U.S.F.) and St. Petersburg Junior College in order to take more courses at once. I took specialized courses at the University and more broad, required classes at the Junior College, all completely funded by merit-based scholarships. While at school, I received the Florida Bright Futures full scholarship, as well as an additional Legacy Scholarship from the Humanities department, a trustee scholarship from the Junior College, and both Presidential and Honors scholarships from the University of South Florida. I received my Associates’ degree in just over a year, in December, graduating on the Dean’s List with High Honors. After that point, I attended courses solely at U.S.F. while still working at the supermarket. At the University, I specialized in the Humanities, and had a ravenous appetite for all knowledge concerned with history, art, literature, music and theatre. My scholarships allowed me to take a great number of classes at once, sometimes as many as twenty-two credit hours per semester, prompting me to finish my Bachelor’s degree three years after I received my high school diploma. I graduated magna c*m laude, with an overall Grade Point Average of 3.757.
Upon my graduation, I received an offer of a full scholarship for graduate school, plus a paid position as a graduate assistant at Tulane University, a well-accredited school in New Orleans. Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.
Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. At such short notice, there was no financial aid available for me for my first semester of graduate school, and I was able to pay for only one course with the money I earned working as a library assistant at the University. I was extremely troubled, not only due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer, but also because I felt as though I was falling behind in my course work and was forfeiting my dream of achieving a graduate degree in Art History and going on to work as a college professor. I was left with little but my family, friends, and faith to help me get through this difficult period in my life.
Fortunately, in spring, I was blessed with some opportunities which served to help me on my path to a productive and complete adulthood. I was offered a job as a graduate teacher at U.S.F., a position that provided a very modest salary, but which included a stipend for 75% of my tuition. This provided me a wonderful opportunity to share my love of learning with other young people while at the same time pursuing my own dream of receiving a graduate degree. I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses, in terms of fees that run upwards of $1300 per year that I must pay myself, along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses, and, of course, my own living costs. Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted, and I often face a good deal of stress and pressure when attempting to pay my bills each month. In the meantime, though, I have remained active as a graduate student, maintaining a 4.0 unweighted grade point average while partaking in volunteer activities at the Newcomb Gallery and the New Orleans Museum of Art as well as serving as my department’s representative in multiple on-campus student organizations. This past year, I have taught two art-historical survey classes while I completed most of my graduate coursework, and I am now preparing to begin writing my thesis and applying to other schools where I would like to work toward my Doctoral degree.
Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from G*d, and would allow me to take more courses at the University without worrying about my inability to pay the related fees. In addition, I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing – emotionally, physically, and spiritually – I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity to grow and learn, to help another, yet still persist in meeting my own goals. The experience of the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith; important lessons which transcend those I learned in the classroom. I cannot wait to apply what I have learned about life to my educational studies, and this scholarship from the Catholic Daughters will provide me the means by which I can accomplish it.
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Wilkins has been employed by USF’s Honors College since 2015.
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Deception: Dr. Wilkins shows lying delivers very real bonuses and payoffs | USF HONORS COLLEGE
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