I hate the way you make me cry.
I hate the way you make me feel stupid.
I hate that I wake up every morning with anxiety over you.
I hate that I can’t enjoy my summer.
I hate that I won’t quit you. —Sad Student

This article appears in Jul 1-7, 2010.

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  1. You allow all of this to make you feel this way. Go speak to your doctor, family member sounds like a bit of depression.

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  3. Someone’s skinny jeans didn’t fit for summer school.

    Work harder, OP. Nobody cares about your teenage melo-dramatics.

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  5. yeah everyone, schools out for the summer, o fucking boy, now we’ll get all the tards here.

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  7. Dear Sad Student: insert the word job in place of school and you could pretty much sum up post-education blues too.

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  11. Op I can relate to you. My parents were so strict when I was younger, I had no life, no friends, and bad grades in junior high; I was totally depressed and convinced I was stupid. Although my method of getting through high school is probably not the healthiest and definetly NOT what I want my son to experience, I focused on having fun in high school, and I still made something of my life. Because my parents finally let up a little in high school. I took full advantage. I said to myself “fuck it!” to exams and assignments, almost never went to class, I skipped assignments and exams. I all but flunked out, so when I repeated a few grade 12 subjects (night classes) my grades went way up. I then took 4 years off to work and travel before university, but eventually got into the program I always fantasized about (but thought I was way too stupid for) at Dal, and now I have a master’s in civil engineering and a degree in interior design 🙂

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