I was reminiscing a lot today about my high school days and the bullshit that came with it. There was a lot of fuckery but for some reason I went into a mental rage mode thinking about junior year biology class in particular...Most of the faggot teachers assigned seats on the first day of class and said that those were the seats for the rest of the school year... So if the group you got sucked it was a "too bad" sort of situation. Unfortunately my school did not have individual desks either, but big desks where 3-5 students were forced to sit together at a time. I was assigned to sit with 3 white foids who happened by chance to have already been close friends with one-another...
Ofc that happened with my shit luck I've had my entire life.
The school year went as expected, every class, any group project, at any chance, they'd all be talking in close proximity with me just staring at the classwork papers awkwardly. I had to listen to them talk about their college plans, the soccer team they were all on, the crushes/drama they had going on. They only acknowledged my existence when the teacher went around the tables to observe where I was forced to contribute to classwork answers. Towards the end of the school-year around spring I had become so severely depressed so every class I just rushed through the classwork and put my head down like the pic below. It was just pure suifuel and no one cared even when I was clearly depressed. That was highschool in a nutshell. Meanwhile all of the other tables everyone seemed to get along talking and laughing and having fun in class. This was literally in the front too so there wasn't an excuse that no one saw me because I was the "kid on the back of the class" archetype. I was not the "weird kid" in my presentation at all other than being sub-5. But personality right? I literally dressed and behaved like a normie and put on a fake smile each day despite trying to engage in conversation but always failed.
Ofc that happened with my shit luck I've had my entire life.The school year went as expected, every class, any group project, at any chance, they'd all be talking in close proximity with me just staring at the classwork papers awkwardly. I had to listen to them talk about their college plans, the soccer team they were all on, the crushes/drama they had going on. They only acknowledged my existence when the teacher went around the tables to observe where I was forced to contribute to classwork answers. Towards the end of the school-year around spring I had become so severely depressed so every class I just rushed through the classwork and put my head down like the pic below. It was just pure suifuel and no one cared even when I was clearly depressed. That was highschool in a nutshell. Meanwhile all of the other tables everyone seemed to get along talking and laughing and having fun in class. This was literally in the front too so there wasn't an excuse that no one saw me because I was the "kid on the back of the class" archetype. I was not the "weird kid" in my presentation at all other than being sub-5. But personality right?
I literally dressed and behaved like a normie and put on a fake smile each day despite trying to engage in conversation but always failed.
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