Meet Dr. Wilkins of USF: Cheating on Scholarship, Adultery, Fabrications, Cover-Up

Meet Dr. Wilkins of USF: Cheating on Scholarship, Adultery, Fabrications, Cover-Up * * * * * * * * * * * * MASSIVE MISCONDUCT COVER-UP: USF Honors College Professor Perpetrates then Covers-Up Double Life – Adultery, Scholarship Cheating, Abuses Cancer Patient to Work in Mental Health * * * * * * * * * * * * The enclosed photograph is the actual fake bald cap that Dr. Catherine Wilkins created, and tried to deceive a cancer patient with. She bought a skin-colored bald cap, cut off short pieces of her own hair, and then glued them to the bald cap. Dr. Wilkins then covered it with a red bandana and hat. USF Honors Instructor Dr. Wilkins falsely pretended she shaved her head. She wore this cruel fabrication in front of a cancer patient that recently was bald, that lost all of their own hair to ABVD chemotherapy. It was mental abuse perpetrated by Dr. Wilkins. Professor Wilkins then immorally used the cancer patient in more of her lies, in falsifying her school scholarships, and for college career advancement. Ironically, Dr. Catherine Wilkins teaches a class in Mental Health, as a USF Honors capstone course. Dr. Wilkins also teaches at the Morsani College of Medicine, and Tampa Art Museum. * * * * * * * * * * * * USF Dr. Catherine Wilkins Cheats, Lies About Going Into Debt Helping Cancer Patient on Scholarship * * * Dr. Wilkins fabricates scholarship, commits adultery, uses an artist cancer patient to advance her college career. * * * Dr. Wilkins makes fake bald cap, and mentally abuses bald cancer patient. * * * Dr. Wilkins psychologically damages cancer patient. * * * For her deceit, receives credit and recommendations. Now 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, escaped accountability, and engaged in adultery. * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. * * * Jussie Smollett who faked an elaborate plot in an attempt to advance his career, and gain his own sympathy, and profit. Jussie Smollett did this in a fraudulent attempt to become the face of a movement, and be seen as a cultural hero. * * * 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 an university should know by now, unfortunately, how extraordinarily ingenious, conniving, unethical, and dishonest students, even faculty and parents (who were former students), can be. 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 an affair with, David Brodosi at USF. In an attempt to hide her sexual affair with David Brodosi, Catherine Wilkins told me Brodosi raped her. I told Catherine, she must report David Brodosi for sexual harassment and rape, immediately. 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. 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. Catherine and Brodosi discussed intimately their secret “booty calls” as they called them, sex positions, and traded sex pictures with each other. Catherine Wilkins admitted to me later that they had consensual sex. 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 breasts backstage at a concert. Messages from other secret lovers, and sex adventures. Dr. Wilkins was going to male strip clubs, singing “It’s Raining Men!” Dr. Wilkins gave local statues fellatio and took photos. Catherine Wilkins opened a hidden account on the sex 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 sex hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her breasts, that in glitter read “VEGAS.” Dr. Wilkins even had sex with my friends. When I asked her, why my friend knew what her breasts and nipples looked like, 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 sex.” 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 sex, and how you do specific sex actions, that I’m only supposed to know about?” Dr. Wilkins was then forced to admit, “We had sex. 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. 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. 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, 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. 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. 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. 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 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. 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 God … 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. 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 sex. 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 sex, 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? 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 sex 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, chemical smells and tastes, trying not to vomit. After each treatment, being filled with chemo, I walked myself two miles home alone. During the long walk, which was mostly along a highway and major traffic roads, I smelled car exhaust fumes, which only intensified my stomach’s constant need to retch and gag from ABVD. 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 hell 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 sex hookup, in an extremely tight shirt, showing off her breasts, 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 breasts, 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 sex. My heart, and health, couldn’t take it. 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. 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. 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): * * * * * * * * * * * * 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 cum 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 God, 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * Wilkins was a faculty member for several years at the University of Colorado Boulder and Florida Southwestern State College before joining USF’s Honors College in 2015. * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * Why not to exaggerate on your scholarship applications by Katlyn Tolly Money is tight and truth be told, you won’t be to afford your dream school without several scholarships. However, it seems most scholarships are directed towards either students who are highly achieved with a less than perfect GPA or students who have overcome a large obstacle in their lifetime. Let’s face it, you may be neither of those. You could be what is also known as: “an average student,” and unfortunately there are very few scholarships in that category. With that said, it could be tempting to exaggerate achievements on your scholarship applications. Maybe add a few extracurricular activities you’ve never participated in? How about writing a story on that mission trip you never went on, right? No. “Exaggerating” is a sugar coated version of lying, and it’s never okay. Let me refresh you of the year 2008, when a transfer student was caught lying to admissions officers about his achievements. According to New York Times, Akash Maharaj claimed to have earned straight A’s at his years in Columbia University while he wanted to transfer to Yale. Yale accepted him and offered him a $32,000 scholarship. In addition, he had received $15,000 in federal scholarships and loans. Later the information on his application was found to be false by Yale admissions. He was then arrested and faced charges in Connecticut of larceny and forgery. As he did not earn straight A’s at his time in Columbia, a Columbia recommendation was forged, as well as one Columbia transcript. Before Columbia University, Askash had attended NYU. If that story hasn’t caught your attention, I’ve gathered the top three reasons as to why you shouldn’t lie or exaggerate on ANY application. Taking Away From Others Just don’t think about yourself. Schools and scholarship foundations only have enough money to give to a limited amount of students. If you, with a dishonest application, were awarded scholarship money over several other students who were honest, you’d be taking away scholarship money from students who probably need the funds and who worked hard to accomplish their achievements. Don’t Commit the Crime if You Can’t Do the Time When it comes to scholarship or college applications, lying is taken very seriously. According to the Voice of America website, Kara Jo Humphrey, an admission counselor at Truman University quoted, “If an outright lie is detected, the student has already agreed through signing the application for admission that they accept the grounds for dismissal from the institution and the inability to participate in any and all other privileges that go along with attendance. Other consequences may bar them from ever applying/being accepted to attend the school at a later date.” In other words, if you’re caught lying, the school has the right to expel you from the university or worse. You now have a permanent label attached to your name and record as “the student who lied on their application.” It may be difficult for you to make a comeback in the college scene. Guilty Thoughts and Self-Esteem This one is self-explanatory. However, if you have any inner conscious whatsoever, the guilt from the whole situation will bite you in the butt. If you’re lying, odds are you already have a low self-esteem. Why would you need to lie about your accomplishments if you’re proud of what you’ve already achieved? According to blifaloo.com, psychologist Robert Feldman believes that levels self esteem and lying are closely related. Feldman quotes, “We find that as soon as people start to feel that their self-esteem is being threatened, they immediately begin to lie at higher levels.” It was also found that the greater the gap between how you want to be perceived verses how you are actually perceived in society affects your rate of lying. If you find yourself trapped in this sticky situation, in the end it’s always best to come clean. * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * Is lying about details in a scholarship essay considered perjury? * * * * * *
3 Answers
* * * * * * Scott Mollette
Scott Mollette, Academic writer/editor from undergrad to dissertations Answered:
I’ve ghostwritten myriad university essays but never one for a scholarship, as I know fraud is possible. Lying to receive a scholarship is definitely fraud. Moreover, admissions people are looking for your voice and structure. As one person stated, they have read all of the possible exaggerations possible and are able to spot a lie in no time. * * * * * * Joel N Rendle
Joel N Rendle, Lawyer for over 20 years Answered:
It’s considered fraud, and possibly also breach of contract. Perjury is the specific act of knowingly lying whilst under oath, specifically within the judicial system. A scholarship essay requires truth, but an absence of truth will be considered either fraud (because you’re trying to wrongly take money that you’re not entitled to) or breach of contract (because you’re breaching the terms of your scholarship agreement). Also, it would make you a not-very-nice person. * * * * * * Frank Langben Answered:
“Perjury” is lying under oath, including if the form you sign says you are making the statements under penalty of perjury. It’s a crime. Lying on a scholarship essay could be just as painful — if the lie is discovered, you’ve obtained the scholarship through fraud, the scholarship can be revoked, and you could be suspended or expelled from the school, plus the school could sue you for the scholarship funds given to you, with criminal charges also possible — all which will follow you through life. That’s hardly worth it for the marginal advantage you would get from “lying about details.” * * * * * * * * * * * *

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