BobFromPikeCreek
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Economics, but that's really falling through. Even if I wanted to/could switch majors, I don't have even the slightest idea what it would be.Propagandhim said:
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Worse time in your life
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Probably my junior year of college. I was somewhat depressed about my situation in college and it was about the time my grades really went to shit. I even debated on dropping out. Things turned around when I actively decided to to change some aspects of my life. My fourth year things turned around. I'm going into my fifth year now and I'm the happiest I've ever been.
Good lord man...JodyAnthony said:
Ditto. Glad to see both of you are doing alright for yourselves. My problems are nothing compared to those.Mustaphadamus said:
Propagandhim
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BobFromPikeCreek said:
I understand. Why is it falling through? No interest or it's just super tough?
psycho_snake
I went to WAGs boutique and all I got was a sniff
How does it not mean anything? There isn't anything very bad thats happened to me yet thats comparable to what JodyAnthony and siamesedreamer posted. What they wrote sounds a lot worse than what Ive been through.Littleberu said:
I've got to give you credit JodyAnthony. it sounds like you went through hell, but you've come out of it and you sound like you;re having a successful life. Well done.
BobFromPikeCreek
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A bit of both, but mostly the lack of interest.Propagandhim said:
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psycho_snake said:
thanks
sounds kind of petty, but a big reason I've fought so hard to make my life what it is is to show to my stepfather that no matter how many times he told me i was never going to amount to anything, he was wrong.
gollumsluvslave
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Probably a 2-3 year period when I was 25-27 and was a serious alcoholic.
Just about burned every bridge I had, ended up in the cells regularly, lost my job etc
Blew a £5000 bank loan on drink in just over 2 weeks
Fortunately I met a girl who was in much the same position and we helped each other get out of it...
7 years on we are engaged and doing great - still drink, sometimes still to excess, but it's totally under control.
Our relationship is one of those things that makes me believe in fate/higher power or whatever - i dread to think what would have happened if we hadn't met.
Just about burned every bridge I had, ended up in the cells regularly, lost my job etc
Blew a £5000 bank loan on drink in just over 2 weeks
Fortunately I met a girl who was in much the same position and we helped each other get out of it...
7 years on we are engaged and doing great - still drink, sometimes still to excess, but it's totally under control.
Our relationship is one of those things that makes me believe in fate/higher power or whatever - i dread to think what would have happened if we hadn't met.
DaCocoBrova
Finally bought a new PSP, but then pushed the demon onto someone else. Jesus.
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Good shit. It's inspiring to hear about those that rise above and conquer the things that caused the to stumble. As much as I hate to admit it, more than likely it will be a woman that helps me out of my situation(s). You're lucky to have found that special person.
Good shit. It's inspiring to hear about those that rise above and conquer the things that caused the to stumble. As much as I hate to admit it, more than likely it will be a woman that helps me out of my situation(s). You're lucky to have found that special person.
brandonh83
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Two times:
Dec. 2003: Slid off an icy road and flipped upside-down in a Geo Tracker into an icy cold creek. Drop was around 12 feet or so. luckily the water wasn't very high or I would have probably drowned. I hit my head pretty hard on something, I don't remember, and I don't even remember how I got out of it. Really, it was the wreck, and then the next thing I know I'm crawling up the creekbank, freezing my ass off, in a considerable amount of pain. :lol
Last month: I broke up with a girl that was really great to me but despite this there were still a lot of problems I couldn't really deal with. It hurt her pretty bad though and even though I'm the one that left her, doing it was probably more difficult than actually being dumped. That sucked and it's still bothering me on a daily basis but I think we're both doing considerably better. We're talking on the phone again about random shit so I guess that's good.
Dec. 2003: Slid off an icy road and flipped upside-down in a Geo Tracker into an icy cold creek. Drop was around 12 feet or so. luckily the water wasn't very high or I would have probably drowned. I hit my head pretty hard on something, I don't remember, and I don't even remember how I got out of it. Really, it was the wreck, and then the next thing I know I'm crawling up the creekbank, freezing my ass off, in a considerable amount of pain. :lol
Last month: I broke up with a girl that was really great to me but despite this there were still a lot of problems I couldn't really deal with. It hurt her pretty bad though and even though I'm the one that left her, doing it was probably more difficult than actually being dumped. That sucked and it's still bothering me on a daily basis but I think we're both doing considerably better. We're talking on the phone again about random shit so I guess that's good.
OxtheMidget
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ElectricBlue187 said:
Something like that with me too. Details vary, but I was also an emo mess for a loooong time, way longer than I care to admit. Still not 100% through with it, but I learned to deal and it doesn't really bother me much anymore.
D3RANG3D
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I would say the the worst point in my life is right now, haven't had a girlfriend in years, still live at "home" in my twenties. Have no real friends around (They, as in my real friends are all in the Army). I have little to no support system, advice etc., Shitty dead end job with shitty pay, I feel trapped! I know mine is lame compared to some of the other ones in this thread...but yeah.
Mustaphadamus
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damn, you better have a tremendous knuckle game if you are gonna pull some crap like that.Cedeo said:
perryfarrell
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siamesedreamer said:
Sounds awful indeed. Randomly doled out illnesses really make no sense.
DaCocoBrova
Finally bought a new PSP, but then pushed the demon onto someone else. Jesus.
joshcryer said:
You know what to do...
Edit: Beaten
Well, in my life I've had three different nervous breakdowns, so any one of those would count. I had a sociopathic roomate that I went through my poorest years with that got me involved in such exciting ventures as professional robbery and nearly being an accomplice to murder.
I just realized I've had so many bad, horrible moments in my life that I can't figure out which is worst. Probably after my dad died. I was working my best paying job ever, riding the ragged edge of burnout, doing seventy hours a week. My dad died of colon cancer. I went to see him two days before he died, and sat with him while the cancer ate his lungs and his brain until he couldn't remember who we were anymore. I bought the morphine that we dosed him hard with in the last moments, after the doctors said we didn't need to worry about hurting him anymore. I handled the men who came to remove his body after he slipped away, so my mother, brother and sister didn't have to.
And then I went back to work the day after. And started the biggest project of my life as the project manager who was welding two enormous networks together after my company had been purchased by a larger company. I didn't have time to grieve, so I just didn't. I did my job the way he would have wanted me too. And then they laid me off.
About six weeks after they laid me off, my wife came home and discovered me on the couch, unable to respond to outside stimuli. Essentially I had bottled everything up and it came down on me like an avalanche. I couldn't dig out of it, and for a few weeks I had a problem with going catatonic.
It was pretty ****ing terrible, but a few years a 40mg of LExapro later I'm feeling just fine.
I just realized I've had so many bad, horrible moments in my life that I can't figure out which is worst. Probably after my dad died. I was working my best paying job ever, riding the ragged edge of burnout, doing seventy hours a week. My dad died of colon cancer. I went to see him two days before he died, and sat with him while the cancer ate his lungs and his brain until he couldn't remember who we were anymore. I bought the morphine that we dosed him hard with in the last moments, after the doctors said we didn't need to worry about hurting him anymore. I handled the men who came to remove his body after he slipped away, so my mother, brother and sister didn't have to.
And then I went back to work the day after. And started the biggest project of my life as the project manager who was welding two enormous networks together after my company had been purchased by a larger company. I didn't have time to grieve, so I just didn't. I did my job the way he would have wanted me too. And then they laid me off.
About six weeks after they laid me off, my wife came home and discovered me on the couch, unable to respond to outside stimuli. Essentially I had bottled everything up and it came down on me like an avalanche. I couldn't dig out of it, and for a few weeks I had a problem with going catatonic.
It was pretty ****ing terrible, but a few years a 40mg of LExapro later I'm feeling just fine.
Mustaphadamus said:
QFT. So many young men think they need to have a lifetime plan the moment they finish college, or even before. It's all bullshit. Life is going to turn any plan you have upside down given enough time anyway. Find something you like to do and try to make money at it. If you can't, find something you can live with. Sadly, there aren't too many better answers than that.
Mustaphadamus
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dagbesada said:
bumpkin
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I would say pretty much from grade 6 to grade 8. I had all of my childhood friends turn their back on me for the "in" crowd. The peer pressure to do drugs came along, I refused to give into it, and I got left behind. It might not have been no-harm, no-foul, if they hadn't all turned on me completely and resorted to emotionally and physically bullying me for almost 3 years. Needless to say, I'm probably not the same person I may have been had it not happened.
For better or for worse? Only people who could tell you for sure are the real friends I have now (15 or 16 years later).
For better or for worse? Only people who could tell you for sure are the real friends I have now (15 or 16 years later).
JodyAnthony said:
Holy crap! I couldn't believe what I was reading. Glad to know that your situation has dramatically improved.
As for me, the worst thing that I can think of was when my brother and I got jumped at the park after me, my brother, and some friends beat some older guys in a basketball game.
We weren't really hurt....it was just a horrible experience. After I told my dad that we got jumped, my dad went back to the park....with a gun :lol Fortunately, nothing happened. (even though he DID find the boy)
DaCocoBrova
Finally bought a new PSP, but then pushed the demon onto someone else. Jesus.
besada said:
Dayum.
They have, my depression went away It was caused by my brother's death althought all the other stuff Im sure did not help the situation. I ended up putting the house up for sale which took that stress away and I changed things around at work ( namely I took over the business). With my mind on the selling of the house and the buying of the business I started to feel more motivated and what not ( I guess I was in a sort of rut).Mustaphadamus said:
I gradually started to deal with my brother's death and really came to terms with it. I can't say Im completely over it and maybe I never will be but I am to a certain degree at peace regarding it. My marriage worked itself out we really were to stressed out looking back but luckily we were able to figure what was wrong, make changes and move on.
Mustaphadamus
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damn your pops is gullyMIMIC said:
BlackSalad
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mine isnt nearly as serious but last year I fell into a deep drug spiral of epic proportions and hated myself throughout the entire ordeal but just couldn't get out of the addiction. I ended up failing a semester of classes then dropping out of college for the next semester and moving to a town in the middle of nowhere near my sister to work and get away from everything. I cleaned myself up and made some solid goals for myself, now I'm about ready to go back to school this next fall to finish my degree.
Virtua Ben
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This thread is depressing
But some of you guys have my utmost respect after what you've been through. Seriously, I could never imagine going through half the stuff some of you went through. You've made me put things into prospective. I realize my problems are so minuscule and that I should just be happy for what I've got. For those of you that have gotten through your problems, I'm happy for you and those that haven't, I wish you the best of luck.
But some of you guys have my utmost respect after what you've been through. Seriously, I could never imagine going through half the stuff some of you went through. You've made me put things into prospective. I realize my problems are so minuscule and that I should just be happy for what I've got. For those of you that have gotten through your problems, I'm happy for you and those that haven't, I wish you the best of luck.
GAZERK said:
I dispense some of the only advice that really works now: This too shall pass. It's always true, in every situation, good or bad. Remember it. For the good times, hang onto them as much as you can, because the nature of life is that there's always something around the corner ready to jack you up. For the bad times remember that nothing lasts, not even the pain.
I've been suicidal, homeless, am a recovering alcoholic, have found myself in some truly dodgy situations (someone make a thread about the dumbest thing you've ever done and I'll tell you), but that one piece of advice that I got from my dad has never failed me. When I'm having a bad day, I remember that this too shall pass. Life is change, and no two days are ever going to be the same. Both a blessing and a curse, but it helps you hang on.
To those guys with the nice advice, yeah, thanks, but I don't think real life works out that way, sadly. If only it did. I'll deal, it's nothing like these guys in this thread have had to deal with. Crazy shit, man.
One thing that I think can be said of all you guys who've had shitty lives, it's made you stronger. That's what I think anyway.
I'll deal, it's nothing like these guys in this thread have had to deal with. Crazy shit, man.One thing that I think can be said of all you guys who've had shitty lives, it's made you stronger. That's what I think anyway.
hey_monkey
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psycho_snake said:
Yeah, really. Suddenly, the worst parts of my life seem much better, and I haven't even read the rest of the thread yet. Yay perspective!
Manmademan
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White Man said:
this is about the WORST time of your life, not the BEST, smart Guy
I guess I'll break it down into my top 3...
#1: My dad's mind slipping deeply into a manic/bi-polar state. It's hard to believe it's almost been about three years now as our family and our lives are irrevocably different from the time before it occurred. My father went from having a great job, providing a nice home and living for his wife and family to a point where his mood and things he said basically made him seem like an entirely different person. It was a slow transition that I think all of us initially dismissed out of denial, but then we noticed he stopped going to work, stopped doing the usual things around the house, to us finding out through a third party that he was let go from his job, that he was blowing his and my mom's savings on stupid purchases, etc. He then became frighteningly parnoid, increasingly mentioning more and more family members who were out to destroy our family, inventing really bizzare conspiracies involving them, and getting into shouting matches with us about how we were betraying him as he continued to seek the help we begged him to. I argued with him once to a point where he approached me and it's the first time I can tell my father wanted to hit me. Apparently there was just some shred of the old him that kept him from it. Needless to say all this resulted in me calling the police on him multiple times, basically forcing my mom into a car so I could take her to stay with other family, and flat-out turning his back on him until he finally sought help. My family lost their home, land, most of their savings, insurance, contact with many, many friends and family, but my dad is finally doing much, much better, but certainly not the old dad I know. These days the medication he's on keeps the rage-out moments away, but also destroys any of the energy he was once renowned for.
#2: My mom getting breast cancer and watching her undergo chemotherapy. I'll not go into the painful details, I suspect many people have witnessed this personally or have know family/friends that have. She's cancer free as of today and I pray that will forever remain true.
#3: Worst time for me personally, family aside, would have to be when I broke up with the first girl I really loved. We were shacking up for awhile and suddenly my world got inverted, I lost a girl that I (probably foolishly) considered the absolute center of my universe, had to move back in with the folks, and was just numb for much longer than I care to remember. I didn't want to work, didn't want to go out, just sat on my bed for as long as I possibly could watching crappy TV and wondering the point of it all. There's nothing worse than when you feel that kind of pain and just realize you have absolutely no control to change it - it's the worst sort of powerlessness. I remember just driving at 3AM, trying to distract my mind from it. It all sounds very typical, but I think anybody that's gone through that sort of pain realizes it's anything but. I have never felt that horrible in my life and, despite plenty of god-awful things happening since, haven't felt quite that down again. I basically consider it the maximum suffering I'm able to tolerate short of ending my life out of mercy. And no, I'm neither a person that has ever attempted suicide nor acted like I was going to out of attention.
#1: My dad's mind slipping deeply into a manic/bi-polar state. It's hard to believe it's almost been about three years now as our family and our lives are irrevocably different from the time before it occurred. My father went from having a great job, providing a nice home and living for his wife and family to a point where his mood and things he said basically made him seem like an entirely different person. It was a slow transition that I think all of us initially dismissed out of denial, but then we noticed he stopped going to work, stopped doing the usual things around the house, to us finding out through a third party that he was let go from his job, that he was blowing his and my mom's savings on stupid purchases, etc. He then became frighteningly parnoid, increasingly mentioning more and more family members who were out to destroy our family, inventing really bizzare conspiracies involving them, and getting into shouting matches with us about how we were betraying him as he continued to seek the help we begged him to. I argued with him once to a point where he approached me and it's the first time I can tell my father wanted to hit me. Apparently there was just some shred of the old him that kept him from it. Needless to say all this resulted in me calling the police on him multiple times, basically forcing my mom into a car so I could take her to stay with other family, and flat-out turning his back on him until he finally sought help. My family lost their home, land, most of their savings, insurance, contact with many, many friends and family, but my dad is finally doing much, much better, but certainly not the old dad I know. These days the medication he's on keeps the rage-out moments away, but also destroys any of the energy he was once renowned for.
#2: My mom getting breast cancer and watching her undergo chemotherapy. I'll not go into the painful details, I suspect many people have witnessed this personally or have know family/friends that have. She's cancer free as of today and I pray that will forever remain true.
#3: Worst time for me personally, family aside, would have to be when I broke up with the first girl I really loved. We were shacking up for awhile and suddenly my world got inverted, I lost a girl that I (probably foolishly) considered the absolute center of my universe, had to move back in with the folks, and was just numb for much longer than I care to remember. I didn't want to work, didn't want to go out, just sat on my bed for as long as I possibly could watching crappy TV and wondering the point of it all. There's nothing worse than when you feel that kind of pain and just realize you have absolutely no control to change it - it's the worst sort of powerlessness. I remember just driving at 3AM, trying to distract my mind from it. It all sounds very typical, but I think anybody that's gone through that sort of pain realizes it's anything but. I have never felt that horrible in my life and, despite plenty of god-awful things happening since, haven't felt quite that down again. I basically consider it the maximum suffering I'm able to tolerate short of ending my life out of mercy. And no, I'm neither a person that has ever attempted suicide nor acted like I was going to out of attention.
CajoleJuice
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Reading this thread.
Jesus Christ dudes...
Jesus Christ dudes...
BocoDragon
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tedtropy said:
dude..
Worst time of my life was 1999-2000.
My mother had a shunt put in her brain for disease they later out found she didn't have. She had alzheimers, which she was diagnosed with a year later. Still has the shunt though, causes all kinds of problems.
I was also coming out and having my first gay 'relationship' (bah, hardly can call it that)
And I was also coming to Japan for the first time in my life. Major major culture shock.
Couple that with mounting college debt, and my parents inability to help pay for it.
My insides were totally inside out, I was a total quivering mass of craziness.
My life was pretty much like that for a solid 3 years after that, but 1999-2000 things just kept getting worse and worse. I really felt crazy, like I needed a nice quiet halfway house to go to.
My mother had a shunt put in her brain for disease they later out found she didn't have. She had alzheimers, which she was diagnosed with a year later. Still has the shunt though, causes all kinds of problems.
I was also coming out and having my first gay 'relationship' (bah, hardly can call it that)
And I was also coming to Japan for the first time in my life. Major major culture shock.
Couple that with mounting college debt, and my parents inability to help pay for it.
My insides were totally inside out, I was a total quivering mass of craziness.
My life was pretty much like that for a solid 3 years after that, but 1999-2000 things just kept getting worse and worse. I really felt crazy, like I needed a nice quiet halfway house to go to.
I have so much respect for the people in this thread. It takes an incredibly strong person to deal with so many problems and beat them.
Same here, but this is absolutely nothing compared to the rest of this thread. My family moved from New York to Atlanta when I was 11 years old. For the rest of my childhood, I never recovered from it. I left behind a great town and a lot of friends, for a prison of a school (it didn't even have windows) with a bunch of preppy, spoiled, asshole kids. I was treated like dirt and shunned by almost everyone. There was no bullying or anything like that...it was like I didn't exist and the only time kids would talk to me was to say some kind of mean comment about my clothes or looks. The few friends I made hated the school too, and ended up switching to other counties. I wanted to do the same so badly, but my mother refused to let me do it, even though it was possible since she worked as a librarian at a high school in a different county. It was a horrible, horrible time for me as a kid. I used to do some many things with my friends in New York, and then in Atlanta, I was a shut-in, doing nothing but playing games and watching TV. The weekends were generally quite lonely.
Things got much better for me in high school. It was a new start. The same asshole kids were still there, but there were a bunch of new faces too. I made my first real friend the summer before high school. I made more friends in high school and also outside of school when I started working. Life was far better. In my second year of high school, it FINALLY hit me to not give a crap about what the asshole kids thought. I changed my clothes and got a new haircut, and looked a hell of a lot better. The same assholes were now friendlier to me, but I didn't care, gave them the finger, and had a much happier school life hanging out with my new friends.
Years later, my mother told me that she regretted sending my brother and I (it wasn't bad for him though, since he just had to finish 8th grade before moving onto high school) to "those schools with all the little spoiled preppy rich bastards." I couldn't believe she said this...I had never heard her comment on the schools before that.
Now things are better; I'm newly married (there are some issues with living together that are now coming out, but we're working through it) and living abroad. I do miss my friends and family, but enjoy myself here. My next worries are for the future; I have one more year of this job left, and no clue what's going to happen after it's over. Luckily I'm completely debt-free.
I also have to go to three different doctors. I have stomach problems, frequent urination (which I get medicine for that brings the urge WAAAAAY down, thankfully), and last December, my eyes suddenly got worse. The doctor seems to have no explanation as for why, too. I'm just glad I can still see well enough that I'm not impaired in any way. I'm fighting to beat these problems and also have started getting my weight under control, which I think is likely the main cause of all my issues.
HolyStar said:
Same here, but this is absolutely nothing compared to the rest of this thread. My family moved from New York to Atlanta when I was 11 years old. For the rest of my childhood, I never recovered from it. I left behind a great town and a lot of friends, for a prison of a school (it didn't even have windows) with a bunch of preppy, spoiled, asshole kids. I was treated like dirt and shunned by almost everyone. There was no bullying or anything like that...it was like I didn't exist and the only time kids would talk to me was to say some kind of mean comment about my clothes or looks. The few friends I made hated the school too, and ended up switching to other counties. I wanted to do the same so badly, but my mother refused to let me do it, even though it was possible since she worked as a librarian at a high school in a different county. It was a horrible, horrible time for me as a kid. I used to do some many things with my friends in New York, and then in Atlanta, I was a shut-in, doing nothing but playing games and watching TV. The weekends were generally quite lonely.
Things got much better for me in high school. It was a new start. The same asshole kids were still there, but there were a bunch of new faces too. I made my first real friend the summer before high school. I made more friends in high school and also outside of school when I started working. Life was far better. In my second year of high school, it FINALLY hit me to not give a crap about what the asshole kids thought. I changed my clothes and got a new haircut, and looked a hell of a lot better. The same assholes were now friendlier to me, but I didn't care, gave them the finger, and had a much happier school life hanging out with my new friends.
Years later, my mother told me that she regretted sending my brother and I (it wasn't bad for him though, since he just had to finish 8th grade before moving onto high school) to "those schools with all the little spoiled preppy rich bastards." I couldn't believe she said this...I had never heard her comment on the schools before that.
Now things are better; I'm newly married (there are some issues with living together that are now coming out, but we're working through it) and living abroad. I do miss my friends and family, but enjoy myself here. My next worries are for the future; I have one more year of this job left, and no clue what's going to happen after it's over. Luckily I'm completely debt-free.
I also have to go to three different doctors. I have stomach problems, frequent urination (which I get medicine for that brings the urge WAAAAAY down, thankfully), and last December, my eyes suddenly got worse. The doctor seems to have no explanation as for why, too. I'm just glad I can still see well enough that I'm not impaired in any way. I'm fighting to beat these problems and also have started getting my weight under control, which I think is likely the main cause of all my issues.
My problems are nothing in comparison to what some of you are dealing with (and God bless you guys who have been through unimaginable ordeals), but I just can't seem to keep my head up high for too long before I quickly stare back at the ground.
One thing I should probably state before going into this is that I consider myself a hard working individual and not just some lazy louse.
I'm about to enter my senior year in high school and I've failed one part of my state tests (mathematics, which I absolutely suck in). Without taking the classes and taking that one part of the test again, I won't be able to get my diploma.
I participated in a double period class (45 minutes each) for the past year in preparation for the test and I was probably the worse student. I just couldn't comprehend any of the material and everyone around me who wasn't taking any of it seriously ended up passing (200 is the required score to pass it and I received a score of 175).
Not only that, but I didn't do as well on the subject I'd like to think I particularly do well in on the test, English. My score fell below my teachers expectations and as a result, I was prevented from entering honors English 4 in my final year.
I still haven't taken my SATs yet and I think I'm in trouble there, too. I haven't reviewed all of that much and the test is in October. I'm just so concerned about graduating high school that thinking about what I'm going to do in college is something that I can barely deal with sometimes.
For being a considerably bright student all of my life, I don't know how I ****ed up so badly to be in the current situation I'm in.
Aside from school related stuff, my social life has been down hill ever since I entered high school.
All of my middle school friends went to various private schools after that and I was stuck attending a public school that most parents in my town were afraid to send their children to (which is in a neighboring town). It's not that bad really, but most of the people there aren't the kind of people I would particularly find myself hanging out with on a frequent basis. It's not that I'm stuck up or anything, it's just that there's a conflict of interests (you know, like drugs and rap music) between myself and a majority of the population.
I'm just finding myself going absolutely no where when it comes to making new friends, as I really don't get out of the house too much. I've been away from people for so long that I'm so concerned with how people perceive me that I actually get nervous when I'm in malls and stuff.
So yeah, I'm a pretty lonely, slightly overweight guy.
One thing I should probably state before going into this is that I consider myself a hard working individual and not just some lazy louse.
I'm about to enter my senior year in high school and I've failed one part of my state tests (mathematics, which I absolutely suck in). Without taking the classes and taking that one part of the test again, I won't be able to get my diploma.
I participated in a double period class (45 minutes each) for the past year in preparation for the test and I was probably the worse student. I just couldn't comprehend any of the material and everyone around me who wasn't taking any of it seriously ended up passing (200 is the required score to pass it and I received a score of 175).
Not only that, but I didn't do as well on the subject I'd like to think I particularly do well in on the test, English. My score fell below my teachers expectations and as a result, I was prevented from entering honors English 4 in my final year.
I still haven't taken my SATs yet and I think I'm in trouble there, too. I haven't reviewed all of that much and the test is in October. I'm just so concerned about graduating high school that thinking about what I'm going to do in college is something that I can barely deal with sometimes.
For being a considerably bright student all of my life, I don't know how I ****ed up so badly to be in the current situation I'm in.
Aside from school related stuff, my social life has been down hill ever since I entered high school.
All of my middle school friends went to various private schools after that and I was stuck attending a public school that most parents in my town were afraid to send their children to (which is in a neighboring town). It's not that bad really, but most of the people there aren't the kind of people I would particularly find myself hanging out with on a frequent basis. It's not that I'm stuck up or anything, it's just that there's a conflict of interests (you know, like drugs and rap music) between myself and a majority of the population.
I'm just finding myself going absolutely no where when it comes to making new friends, as I really don't get out of the house too much. I've been away from people for so long that I'm so concerned with how people perceive me that I actually get nervous when I'm in malls and stuff.
So yeah, I'm a pretty lonely, slightly overweight guy.
Mustaphadamus
Member
did you ever get your financial situation sorted?tnw said:
Mustaphadamus said:
I'm finally at a salary level where I can pay off the debt at a decent pace. The first 3 years after college though, man. My dad would call me in Japan yelling about how this loan was late and this one hadn't been paid and don't I know how much this is hurting your credit score. It was just constant, but there was nothing I could do about it. and the thing is nobody feels sympathy for you. They'll give you a curt 'well, my parents paid for school', or just kind of get shifty eyed and uncofortable as they go on a 2 week trip to SE asia (less of a deal coming from Japan but still)
I do make a good salary, but I'm dumping all of it to mellow out my loans. I'm 28 with no savings and only a BA. score. :/
Lyteedge I didn't know you lived in New York. Moving can be hard, especially when moving between such different places. Minneapolis has a magnet system for their high schools, and instead of choosing the one where all my friends went I went to the school with the programs I wanted and the good reputation. It was really tough at first, but eventually a lot of my younger friends came to my school and it was totally awesome the last couple of years.
mashoutposse
Ante Up
Wow. I'll echo the others and voice my complete respect for everyone in this thread. Thanks for sharing; we all benefit from learning about the kinds of problems our neighbors face.
tnw said:
I was born in Atlanta. My father then got a new job in New York when I was five, and we moved up there. I loved it on Long Island so much; every day was awesome, and those are my happiest childhood memories. Then when we moved back to Atlanta, it was like a complete 180. I absolutely hated every day. What amazes me is how much of a pussy I was in regard to everything...the kids would say I dressed stupid, I couldn't sit with them at the lunch table, and stuff like that, and instead of sticking up for myself, I'd go and get clothes more like what they were wearing and shy away. Stuff like that. I really should have been a lot more firm with them and my parents, and told them right away that the school ****ing sucked and put me on the bus to another school ASAP, but then...I was 11. I took a few more years for it to finally hit me that I need to be myself and not worry about what the hell other people think.
I do think that the move has had a permanent effect on my personality; even now, I am quite shy when it comes to meeting new people, being around large groups of people makes me uncomfortable, and I get all quiet. I think it makes me come off as a bit of a prick sometimes, even though I'm just shy. A month or so ago, there was a party at the gaijin bar here, and I went, which is rare. People found out I was getting married the next week, and everyone was coming up to me and congratulating me...at one point, I was surrounded by people who are all so happy. I was so damn quiet, although I was definitely beaming with happiness, so I think it was okay.
Incidentally, I don't have any problems with shyness in the classroom in front of all the kids, yet outside work it's like I'm a different person! I also never had a problem with this in relation to my wife...somehow, the night I met her, I was incredibly confident.
courage201
Member
The moment I went to the dark side and stopped eating food for a good period of time-- I believe people call it anorexia-- but i know better-- it was more like a few weeks of bad dieting with very little food.
Wow. This thread puts many things in perspective. Definatly have respect for the posters in this thread.
I have not gone through much of anything in my 20 years (or maybe it is so repressed I don't think about it much).
At the moment I can think up only a few horrible points in my life.
1.) I was brought up in a relativly nice family. Though things were shacky. I found out at around 5 my mother took some pretty heavy drugs even when she was pregnant with me and my 2 older sisters (thankfully I was not a drug baby). It's a pretty big shock for a 5 year old.
It seemed that after that things went to shit. My mother picked up her drug habits. We come back from church and the tv is gone, furniture is gone, the kitchen is cleaned out and the other car is missing.
My mom left taking things to be pawned off as drug money. The nights of hearing my dad try to cover up his crying will forever be ingrained in my memory.
We must have drove all around town looking for her. My dad would drive around at night while my sisters and myself were sleeping, looking for my mother. Sadly if someone does not want to be found, odds are they won't.
She did come back and we started over.... and over... and over. From the age of about 6 till I was in 6th grade things would repeat. It felt like I was in a perpetual ground hogs day.
By the time I was in 7th grade my sisters were in college, My parents were divorced, my dad worked for the state (which is a whole nother tale of a horrible time in my life) and because he did not kiss up was forced to work late hours every day.
So I have to do things my dad had to do + keep up with my school work.
Thankfully when I started highschool, things began to get better.
Untill my addiction... not with drugs (am ashamed to say), but with an mmorpg in 11th grade (final fantasy 11 was the culprit). Talk about a big screw up.
2.) I seem to attract injuries and thus in highschool sustained an injury.
I was running track (practice. I was good for a freshman. Was friends with people that made All State and thus was being well trained.... things don't always work out though).
To make a long shory short, I messed up my leg badly. To make matters worse a friend had the bright idea of using an ice pack..... with salt.... (a very very stupid idea) which had my leg turn black. So here I am with an injured leg and frostbite. After much paper work, doctors, I began my recovery.
You know the saying "you don't miss something untill you lose it"? A very true saying indeed. Not being able to walk for a year and a half opened my eyes a bit. Something as simple as walking up stairs is awesome to someone not able to do so for a long time.
Recovery was not to bad. I had physical therapy 3 times a week. Just took a long time and you just feel hopless some days.
I guess the worst part of this is that it ruined my track plans.
Thats about all I can recall. Pretty small things compared to the other posts I have read in this thread.
I have not gone through much of anything in my 20 years (or maybe it is so repressed I don't think about it much).
At the moment I can think up only a few horrible points in my life.
1.) I was brought up in a relativly nice family. Though things were shacky. I found out at around 5 my mother took some pretty heavy drugs even when she was pregnant with me and my 2 older sisters (thankfully I was not a drug baby). It's a pretty big shock for a 5 year old.
It seemed that after that things went to shit. My mother picked up her drug habits. We come back from church and the tv is gone, furniture is gone, the kitchen is cleaned out and the other car is missing.
My mom left taking things to be pawned off as drug money. The nights of hearing my dad try to cover up his crying will forever be ingrained in my memory.
We must have drove all around town looking for her. My dad would drive around at night while my sisters and myself were sleeping, looking for my mother. Sadly if someone does not want to be found, odds are they won't.
She did come back and we started over.... and over... and over. From the age of about 6 till I was in 6th grade things would repeat. It felt like I was in a perpetual ground hogs day.
By the time I was in 7th grade my sisters were in college, My parents were divorced, my dad worked for the state (which is a whole nother tale of a horrible time in my life) and because he did not kiss up was forced to work late hours every day.
So I have to do things my dad had to do + keep up with my school work.
Thankfully when I started highschool, things began to get better.
Untill my addiction... not with drugs (am ashamed to say), but with an mmorpg in 11th grade (final fantasy 11 was the culprit). Talk about a big screw up.
2.) I seem to attract injuries and thus in highschool sustained an injury.
I was running track (practice. I was good for a freshman. Was friends with people that made All State and thus was being well trained.... things don't always work out though).
To make a long shory short, I messed up my leg badly. To make matters worse a friend had the bright idea of using an ice pack..... with salt.... (a very very stupid idea) which had my leg turn black. So here I am with an injured leg and frostbite. After much paper work, doctors, I began my recovery.
You know the saying "you don't miss something untill you lose it"? A very true saying indeed. Not being able to walk for a year and a half opened my eyes a bit. Something as simple as walking up stairs is awesome to someone not able to do so for a long time.
Recovery was not to bad. I had physical therapy 3 times a week. Just took a long time and you just feel hopless some days.
I guess the worst part of this is that it ruined my track plans.
Thats about all I can recall. Pretty small things compared to the other posts I have read in this thread.
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