My first year at StateU was miserable, I did well in all my classes but lost points in them for the stupidest things. My standards begin to drop. Dreams for Harvard Medical School are slowly fading. The next semester your grades fall, the following semester they're terrible. Pressure is building up all around me, all my friends think I'm such a genius and they all are jealous. I can see it in their eyes.
I withdraw from all my friends, even my best friends I don't talk to for weeks at a time. I got too much going on.
My mom calls, crying hysterically on the phone,
"What the Hell is the matter with you?"
You don't feel the remorse and guilt you used to when my mom cried. Just leave me alone, I muse to myself as hear her pleas over the phone.
What happened?
I was a model kid, always the class clown, but the high acheiver. Never genius-level stuff, but there's a reason why genius has its own word. Somewhere along the way...
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