Reddit, have you ever felt like life is out to destroy you?

I hear you. My top-50 private college was full of privileged slackers who never got off the couch, and who wore their psychological complexes on their sleeve. It was essentially a place for the .01% to network with each other via their mediocre children; the academics were really lacking (some students got in with a 3.3). I matriculated with a 3.98 from community college, an associate's degree, and membership in one of the world's most prestigious youth orchestras. I graduated last month. Generally I was completely ostracized because I genuinely enjoy/am good at playing classical music, had hobbies other than talking shit about the working class area the school was located in, and didn't want to base my friendships around how much money I was going to make in the future. There were also a number of people with severe social impairment: one student in my German class used to mutter to himself and start goose-stepping. Yes. You read that right.

There was one boy who had severe Asperger's syndrome and behavioral problems. Like, he used to "joke" with people about murder, or how they were male prostitutes who turned their condoms inside out after climax. No social filter at all, basically. He would play Pokemon in the classroom during lectures (at age 19/20), and when he participated in discussions he could never really form cogent sentences. But, he never made it a secret that his uncle plays golf with Larry Summers. Professors would publicly kiss his ass in front of everyone, multiple students wrote papers for him, including myself edit: I myself never actually wrote a full paper for this kid. I came up with the entire argument for a 20 page essay based on some random sources he pulled up. I couldn't cope with it (on top of some horrible experiences I had with the counseling center two years prior during which my information leaked out and, student aides found out I was suicidal in the past) and became severely depressed my last semester. I ended up failing two classes, and the counseling center refused to take a doctor's note saying I had a mental illness so I could get the scores taken off my GPA. When I had lunch with my "friend" on my third to last week of school, he told me that the only "head" I would ever use to make money in the world was the one between my legs.

Bye, bye Miss American Pie.

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