School Stories

so their is a boy in my year and I've tried to be nice to him but he hates me for a mistake I made years ago ( I think maybe 3) and he is rude and tosses me around, now I have had a weird feeling it feels like crying but I stop breathing and my heart goes way to fast he worked with a main bully lets call him Osman he made me think I was horrible

also sorry I wont use punctuation

he told me I was a failure

I'm a weak trusting person

so all over the years people have left me or bullied me. because I have little things of skill

I am male btw its important because im friends with some girls all my male friends left so now people say I'm trans ( which is fine btw its just my school is homophobic) so I change my personality a lot too fit others but I'm still hated

and so everyone hates me bc I'm weird

so the bully Osman he comes gets a major which is the biggest problem 3 = expulsore basically

'so I remove that now he's nice to me but the other bully isn't he tosses my books around hurts me and its fine I tell a trusted adult

who is kind now today

the bully and osman I accidently sent his birthday invite to the year bellow us and that was a mistake I didn't mean it he didn't he attacked me and I ran of my friends ran to me saying they were hunting me down they had snithced to the trusted kind adult who new the bully was bullying me

Osman who after a year were friends with me betrayed me

and the teacher told me I did stuff wrong and to rub salt in the wound after knowing

the bully had

- nearly tossed my chromebook out the window which would have cost me to pay the school 700

- attacked me for years

- bullied me for years

- made me have self loathing for years

she called him a nice boy

I feel as if my artistic vibe and energy is going, for drawing? I'm focusing on a doll, but I don't even draw a bit now. I only drew for school projects, a friend, and now for a poster, but not personal reasons like earlier, and I'm working on a doll of mine. What's happening? And for 3 months earlier I stopped drawing at all, and rarely did it, so what's happening? Am I losing my ability? Am I losing interest in the one thing I was good at? Am I gonna end up like my dad who's jaded with art and now he's into speakers and more on work? Is my imagination gonna go away, just like dad says his went away? Am I just gonna become as jaded as an adult, and not like anything creative? I'm only creating a doll! It's not drawing, it's just a doll! With eye's I made which look weird! If I had UV resin, a silicone mold, and decal pupils, it would've ended up better, but I used clay and paint, and it looks so weird. Man, I'm not even good at the new thing. And when I sealed her face paint with liquid glue because I didn't have varnish, it looked fine, but near her mouth she had open spaces and it looked like pimple scarring...it was a plastic doll from the stores, since I can't find even the doll the main artists use in my area (Monster High) and when I do it's too expensive, and the head was some material (vinyl). Maybe I'll just ditch the doll and become an adult with 0 imagination. I may be doing the wig, but it's trash. I don't even have all the hair colors. Isn't growing up just realizing that these hobbies won't help you in the future, and that no adult does art. No serious adult does that, they do taxes, work 9-7 (where I live), hunch their backs, binge coffee, reminisce about their wasted life, marry their spouse out of obligation and same with kids, drink beer, smoke, work on a computer job, argue. I guess in India Out 2, Joy is right, she's right when she says, "I guess when you grow up, you feel less joy." Heck, even my dad's only hobby is speakers, but even then he says he lost interest in his art and just focused on work. And all I see him is slog, have neck pain and shoulder pain and, drink coffee, yell with colleagues, and sleep. And if this is adult joy, I won't hesitate to kill myself at 18, because we all have the same ending, death. I'm just saying, suicide is justified, don't we all die at some point? And if you have any ideas, wanna help me smoothly do it so at least it doesn't hurt?

Im about to graduate highschool and so of course I constantly get asked "what are you doing to do next". And somehow i manage to talk about my future in a way that I even start to believe i have it figured out. But as soon as the conversation ends I realize that i really dont have my shit together. I thought I had it all planned out, ill get an apprenticeship, go to college for the course ill need to move up in my field, make better money, and all will be good. But as much as I talk about it i cant figure out where to start, I know what i should do but i dont know how to do it, i get stuck in a loop of thinking I know what im doing and then have it hit me that i have no clue where i am. Im not stupid, i can do well in school, infact ive been keeping my grades high 80s and 90s but my last year was rough and its going to make it hard for me to get into a good school with those stains on my transcript, I dont know how to start but i know i have too soon. If i can get this figured out eventually im going to make a book to tell people what to expect, because i can only wish i had a book to guide me through all of this now. I will figure it out, even though i feel like i cant right now. I just wish i was actually as organized as i make people believe i am.

Me and my friend (nickname Poppy) were very close friends but she started saying mean things. we were in the same dance class together and I approached her. I tried talking until she told me to shut up. so i did. i left the dance class and she didn't even notice. when my mum picked me up, i told her everything. she said how i should ignore her, but i'm not very good at that. especially since we were eachothers bffs and only sat with eachother so i felt bad. Eventually I had to go to her birthday party. that was the final straw. I walked in and her friend showed mugs of me that she was sent by "Poppy". I secretley texted my dad to come and pick me up. My girlfriend was also coming and Poppy wanted us to play spin the bottle. She said whoever it was we had to kiss them. I didn't feel comfortable kissing someone who wasn't my girlfriend, especially seeing as she wasn't there because she couldn't make it but her cousin was there.

Hello. My english isn't that good and I don't know where to start so I'm sorry if this sounds confusing but I just really need to let it out my heart

My dad told me that school will be starting in 6 days. I'm nervous?

In my whole years of living, Ive only went to school for 2 years but that stopped when I was 12. Ever since then I haven't went due to stupid idiotic reasons. Reason number one being I was too anxious because the whole thing was new to me. I wasn't used to people I was only used to my family. Reason number 2 was because I didn't want to waste money

When I go, it'll be my first time actually meeting people my age. Or actually meeting anyone other than my family in years. Yeah I go out but I'm not allowed to go out alone so I rarely ever speak to anyone other than my family and it's always going out to the same places constantly, I'm grateful but you can imagine the boredom.

I just look really bad right now. In 2024 I was really miserable so I kept eating so much and now I gained so much weight. I planned to lose it and prepare myself for school with studying at home but I was too busying being an idiot, too busy being miserable. I told myself so many times "Ill start tomorrow" without realizing the day is so close

I know looks don't matter, I'm just really insecure because of the way people have treated me my whole life just based on my weight.

I can read pretty well but I'm so slow at it so I'm nervous at starting school

I'm not blaming my dad but sometimes.. I wish he actually warned. Actually taught me, instead of just throwing the decision to go to school on a 12 year old who doesn't know anything but "I feel anxious" again I'm not blaming my dad. This is my fault

I can't help but wonder what's the point of going? I'm 16. I don't really see the point in me going to school now to study a grade that isn't even for my age. And I never will get to the grade my age should be in and it breaks my heart, never having any normal school experiences, or any nice experience. Other than reading my favorite webcomics and watching cartoons. I keep seeing such cool and awesome teenagers having fun together and I can't get that. The only thing I get is my father telling me "too late to be like the girls your age now". The only thing I find comfort in is pathetic which is the character " Steven universe" because I feel like me and him are alike in many things. Like when someone asked him what grade he was in and he said "16th...?" Because he didn't know what to say other than his age. But he's just a character. I'm stuck in my own fantasy world to escape the truth about reality and I'm stuck in it everyday imagining mage stories and that's really the only thing keeping me happy but the happiness feels off. I know I can just "get up" and get my life in order. I'm aware that time doesn't stop for anyone and I'm aware that me just pacing around my room for hours everyday being upset won't do me any good but I just can't help it. I really can't help it

Anyway, just because I don't see the point in me going to school doesn't mean I won't go. I'm still gonna go because what else can I do? I'm just going to study, go to school, do what is needed to do and that's all.

I'll still feel my heart break whenever I remember the days when I would stay at home changing diapers and cleaning while my siblings came back from school talking about their friends. I'll still feel resentment about how I'm expected to act like an adult meanwhile my siblings get to have a normal life with no expectations of acting like a mother or a housewife or a aunt or an adult

Theres really nothing remarkable about my life. It's just the same day constantly

But that's just life and there's nothing I can do about it no matter how hard I try to think of a solution I can't

But it's okay. I haven't even lived 2 decades yet there's still time and I'll still keep my head up and study

And yes I know this is all my fault. I'm very very aware, this isn't meant to blame my dad or anyone else. Im just talking about my feelings to let them out

Its of course, a stupid problem. Which makes everything even worse. Like many people, I'm in the first week of my semester. And I swear EVERY teacher has to have an opinion on how I take notes and how I structure papers. And a grade on it.

I hate annotating. So of course I got a teacher who makes us annotate everything. I am actually excited for when she starts adding more requirements than "annotations present", because at least that's some structure.

On the other hand, I have a teacher who went overboard with structure and gave us a god damn style guide of how he wants the outlines for our reading formatted. He wants headings. He wants full sentences. He wants us to separate out the thesis statement and write a conclusion. Not that the chapter HAS a thesis statement. It jumps directly into its first point. It doesn't help that the book is nearly 20 years out of date.

I'm so angry I can barely see straight. I can't focus. I'm tired. I want to go to bed. But I need to get this done now or I wont get it done and these god forsaken outlines are a major part of our grade. Like, I get penalized twice if I don't do well on this first one, because he will CAP A LATER OUTLINE AT A B-. The man can't explain anything to save his life either: I had to google how to do an outline, and I still have zero idea how to take the broad topic assigned for my final paper (Due in October. But at least I wasn't part of the third of the class who has to turn it in at the end of September!) and condense it down into something I can actually research.

Hey guys, I’m 21M and something has been bothering me. It’s stressing me out to the point where I feel like I’m losing myself, even though I seem okay to people. I’m stressing about my future and life. I’m still dependent on my family, and I’ll be graduating next year (2018). That thought is making me depressed.

I wouldn’t say I’m bad at academics, but I never give it my all, and even though I manage okay, or some I know I could do better. I always tell myself that one day, at some moment or event, I’ll start giving my best(not only for academics but for my life) but while waiting for that moment, I feel like I’ve been drowning. Zoning out has become normal for me I can’t even fall asleep or walk without zoning out. If I start thinking about my life, I just get stressed.

What’s made this even worse is that I used to be religious I’d go to church, read the Bible... but now I don’t do any of that.

Am just clueless right now and had no reason that I pursue.I’m just here to ask you, what’s something that kept you working hard? What was the moment or reason that made you want to change or to want more in life?

I’m just so overwhelmed. I’m sick of English, math, civics, stem, Spanish. In every class I’m stuck with work and I’m just so confused all the time. It’s only the second week and I’m already stressed out and just can’t handle this anymore, it honestly is making me suicidal?? I feel myself scratching at myself for longer periods of time and doing it on purpose. Not even that I’m itchy but it just feels good to hurt myself?? I don’t know it’s just I can’t understand math and it’s making me feel like a failure, I’m already in a “special class” but it wasn’t doing jack. And my parents are going to divorce and it’s just small things piling and it’s making me just lose my mind. I’ve already told my mom but she won’t do anything to help me so I’m just.. so over my life at this point I was begging my mom not to go to school and I know damn well it’ll just make things worse. My head hurts so bad. And my throat just keeps tightening..

And I have a big state testing going on soon and I’m having 4 tests and quizzes next week and it’s really making me want to kill myself. I’m just so sensitive that everything puts me off.

I don't even know if this counts as a story, but I'm gonna put it here anyways. I've been productive all week in terms of schoolwork! Supposedly good, right? Wrong, cuz apparently I haven't been productive enough, and I still have a ton of stuff to do! Even worse, all the due dates are lining up to be tomorrow at midnight. Not stressful at all. Definitely not. Definitely not paralyzed by it all, and thus driving myself into an even worse hole. Two enthusiastic thumbs up...

I'm up for any tips to help, like legit anything.

And here's the question ig: What would ya'll think if this was in a reality show?

Hi, so I'm here as a highschool student. I've always had an obsession towards my grades to the point if it fell below 80 I would break down crying and overthink about my future, I'm aware of the unhealthiness of obsessing over a grading system but it's been apart of me since 7th grade. When I first got my high ranking in middle school, I finally made my parents proud for once, I was usually met with resigned expression on their faces and sometimes disappointment, but here? They were happy I liked the look on their faces, my parents had always been emotionally unavailable so when I saw it I actually felt like I could do something for once. Now back to now my grades have been dropping drastically even after I studied till 3-4 AM. Every score I see the more I cry because it didn't the goal I set for myself, my parents always told me it's fine, but... that empty look on their faces the resigned expressions it made me panic and go into a spiral, especially with the expectations I've built up in 3 years. I got into student council, became an event organizer, I joined an English Speech club and I'm even taking foreign languages classes. My classes ends at 3 PM, making my free time almost nonexistent it's gotten so bad that I feel guilty when I actually have free time because I could've used that time to do something useful, I'm tired. And I'm also worrying about my family's finances... and I guess... that's it thanks.

So it's 6 am and the 28 of August. And i'm feeling a bit meh and my head kinda of a mess. Soon It's gonna be my (online) Friend's birthday and i'd like to give a drawing/card but i haven't started yet. At the same i'm kinda thinking about what I can do to make this next year as decent as possible. Today i didn't actually get to study cause we went out and after i was exhausted. Thankfully i had cooked again before for dinner and had leftovers. :) (Still have some!) This summer i've been trying to kinda get better ig. The past year was probably one of the worst. And even the ones before were also pretty bad. I've been trying build good habits. Still am, but i'm not sure how progress i actually made. Mostly i've been trying to build easy cozy mornings since that was one of the parts of my day i struggled a lot with and i had a lot of anxiety. Also I think that if i can start the day ok the rest of the day might also be ok-ish. The rest of the day Is Still kind of a blur tbh. But i've been trying to study some material i struggled with last year and i'm halfway. Also there's some work for next year that I might be able to predict more or less and i'd like to start It to be ahead. Still i am kinda questioning if my efforts are really working. like what if i'm not getting better? What If It's not working? Or worse, what if It doesn't change anything? What if nothing of what I do in general ammounts to anything? Especially since i already ruined two years (school years specifically but almost 6 in general) because of mental health issues getting worse. what if It's already too late to fix anything? What if i permanently ruined everything? What If It gets bad again? Yeah during those years my grades weren't horrible, but i could've done so much better. (In general also, not just accademically) And honestly that did affect me a lot and made things even worse.

I feel very disappointed in myself. I scored low in my math test and usually I don't really feel this kind of emotion because I usually don't care. But these days I've been feeling so disappointed and it got even more strong because I failed my math test and my friends and classmates scored high and i felt so dumb and i feel like I'm not progressing. I feel so left behind. This may sound exaggerated but school is my life. my life revolves around it. Failing it would be my biggest fear. Math has always been my weakest point and god knows how i always try to improve it. But it just won't happen I don't know why. Maybe I'm just really dumb.

I graduated college today but instead of being happy, I feel sad. :<

they're actually so horrific. I've been in real ones and have developed PTSD. and then I get made fun of. I cant control it. I cant get out of it. I hate it so bad.

Hey guys, so, it's that same 13 y/o kid speaking. Being a teen isn't as bad as I thought (well, I find myself not relating to movies like "Eighth Grade" or "Euphoria", ironically), but now I'm way more scared of the health issues and my looks. I have eczema, and now I have allergies to cat hair in abundance. I hate both of them, I wish I could wear certain clothes and not just cotton, I wish I had a style and not just random t-shirts, shorts, and I wish I could look good in girly clothes without feeling weird or feeling like my arms are too hairy, and I wish I could now rub my face in a cat and tickle them without sneezing a lot. A doctor realized my adenoids and tonsils are very sensitive, and I sometimes cough when I run too fast without water. Look, at 13, at least in where I live, nobody does the stuff folks maybe do in shows from the USA, like smoking, drugs, narcotics or s-x, and I love that, but I feel sometimes bad about how I look. Like, I think I'm getting asthma now. Let's face it. My grandma has asthma, my deceased great-grandma had eczema, and eczema, allergies, and asthma are all part of the atopic triad. Please, folks who are 13 with asthma, can you tell me what it's like? Because I feel like if I ever get diagnosed with it, my life is done for. The final nail in my coffin of stupid chronic illnesses. I red somewhere it will cut your life off by 18 years. Assuming humans live til 80, I probably die at 62. My grandma may be alive at 64, but still, I feel scared if I ever get diagnosed because for me, that's a sign I'm not normal and I'm, well, deeply flawed and torn from the day I was born. Just please, can anyone tell me what it's like?