I went to a small liberal arts school outside of Boston that's more well known for it's inferiority complex with respect to the Ivies than its academics. All the bullied, loner kids who sat in the back of the cafeteria in high school and thought the mainstream well was poison somehow ended up at this university. They suddenly realized they weren't the smartest people on the planet and they take it out on each other by trolling each other with their uninformed views, trolling professors, you name it. It was like sticking my dick in crazy for 5 years. They also invited Ayaan Hirsi Ali to speak at commencement last year, and it backfired brutally. This was the climate going into my last semester.

So then, before everything happened I managed to get invited to the Harvard Faculty Club with a high profile banker. Very. I reached out to have him speak at my university and he accepted. Fast-forward to September. He's the titular speaker at the business school, and lo and behold, the head of the business school lists all the sponsors and "forgets" to mention the club I was a part of. Never mind that relations with Harvard were so bad at that point, because of Hirsi Ali, that I was the only reason he came to Brandeis in the first place. Having enough stage fright as I did, this pushed me over the edge. I really looked terrible during the subsequent luncheon, the networking event, and in the end this banker and one other professor started having this long discussion about how "there's really nothing going on at this university" and "the students really work too hard". Well, I spent the rest of the semester getting verbally abused by professors, other students, and staff members. I suffer from clinical depression so this threw me into a downward spiral, and I ended up failing two classes. F's. I tried to petition academic services to take the bad grades off my record, but I was told "you're graduating, there's nothing we can do".

No good deed goes unpunished, darling.