College was difficult for me, and it wasn't that I found the work difficult...
I felt so stressed when I walked into a classroom that people would look at my SUBHUMAN face, that sometimes I couldn't bring myself to walk through the door.
I would stand outside of the classroom, trying to get the nerve to walk in and FACE the class with my subhuman face and then see all their scared faces when they were faced with the possibility of sitting next to my unattractive face and they had to face their fears and usually there would only be 1 seat left and I would (gladly) ruin whoever-was-sitting-there's day by sitting down.
And if I was late to class, the embarrassment and attention that walking into class late would bring was too painful, so I just ended up skipping class altogether.
As far as doing schoolwork, I always turned assignments in and produced good grades when I was actually there.
But I just couldn't bear walking into a class with all those Beckies in their Ugg boots and Starbucks coffee snickering and giggling.
Those Beckies were the bane of my existence. And even when they sat next to me in class, they would talk to everyone else around me except me. I know I should have been focusing on my schoolwork instead, but even in college (which I flunked out in 2013) I was swallowing some horse-sized BlackPills and I didn't know it.
When we had to do a group project, I didn't want to team up with any of the Beckies, but sometimes we were forced to communicate. They reserved their communication to brief "I'll do this part of the project. ok bye" and then they would go back to studying with the one or two Chadlites in each class. Going to the library was the worst...all the couples sharing cubicles studying and giggling together. Kissing when they should be studying for finals. Of course some students got in trouble for having sex in the library after the librarians left on at least one occasion.
Also walking in-between classes and seeing the smiling tween couples irritated me, and I hoped their relationship was just teeny bopper shit and they broke up. Which they often did, but these guys got laid ON CAMPUS.
The stories I would hear about other students (even the normies) getting laid...some were having sex in the school newspaper club (Journalism Club) while classes were still going. Other Chads and Chadlites would sneak off with their Stacies to the basement of the theater/drama building, which was mostly plumbing and rooms for costumes and theater equipment storage.
Then they would come back in time for class, as if they didn't just have crazy wild sex in the basement of the theater building.
And when they threw their halloween drunken fuck parties...you could clearly see how much fun everyone except you was having. Those college girls did insane things at those parties (I got invited out of pity and because I had marijuana, so others tolerated me if they could smoke my pot.)
College was just stressful emotionally and I let it get the better of me and affect my grades. Still, at the time I did not realize my SUBHUMAN features were the cause of my lackluster college experience and poor social interactions with Stacies, Beckies or even normal ugly chicks.
It's over.
I felt so stressed when I walked into a classroom that people would look at my SUBHUMAN face, that sometimes I couldn't bring myself to walk through the door.
I would stand outside of the classroom, trying to get the nerve to walk in and FACE the class with my subhuman face and then see all their scared faces when they were faced with the possibility of sitting next to my unattractive face and they had to face their fears and usually there would only be 1 seat left and I would (gladly) ruin whoever-was-sitting-there's day by sitting down.
And if I was late to class, the embarrassment and attention that walking into class late would bring was too painful, so I just ended up skipping class altogether.
As far as doing schoolwork, I always turned assignments in and produced good grades when I was actually there.
But I just couldn't bear walking into a class with all those Beckies in their Ugg boots and Starbucks coffee snickering and giggling.
Those Beckies were the bane of my existence. And even when they sat next to me in class, they would talk to everyone else around me except me. I know I should have been focusing on my schoolwork instead, but even in college (which I flunked out in 2013) I was swallowing some horse-sized BlackPills and I didn't know it.
When we had to do a group project, I didn't want to team up with any of the Beckies, but sometimes we were forced to communicate. They reserved their communication to brief "I'll do this part of the project. ok bye" and then they would go back to studying with the one or two Chadlites in each class. Going to the library was the worst...all the couples sharing cubicles studying and giggling together. Kissing when they should be studying for finals. Of course some students got in trouble for having sex in the library after the librarians left on at least one occasion.
Also walking in-between classes and seeing the smiling tween couples irritated me, and I hoped their relationship was just teeny bopper shit and they broke up. Which they often did, but these guys got laid ON CAMPUS.
The stories I would hear about other students (even the normies) getting laid...some were having sex in the school newspaper club (Journalism Club) while classes were still going. Other Chads and Chadlites would sneak off with their Stacies to the basement of the theater/drama building, which was mostly plumbing and rooms for costumes and theater equipment storage.
Then they would come back in time for class, as if they didn't just have crazy wild sex in the basement of the theater building.
And when they threw their halloween drunken fuck parties...you could clearly see how much fun everyone except you was having. Those college girls did insane things at those parties (I got invited out of pity and because I had marijuana, so others tolerated me if they could smoke my pot.)
College was just stressful emotionally and I let it get the better of me and affect my grades. Still, at the time I did not realize my SUBHUMAN features were the cause of my lackluster college experience and poor social interactions with Stacies, Beckies or even normal ugly chicks.
It's over.
