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i've never been to any other highschool in my life. therefore, i cannot speak for all schools. but, i can speak for my school. about every other student here is a druggie. which means you have your choice of two crowds. but once you choose, at the beginning of your freshman year, you can't change your mind. and the teachers here rarely teach. they throw slideshows up and blame you for not paying attention if you actually get the nerve to go up and ask for help. our principal promotes mental health, but doesn't give any resources for mental breakdowns, anxiety, or depression. sitting in classrooms for eight hours, with people you can't stand, with nowhere to go will completely destroy someone especially someone already suffering.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
school of death
i've never been to any other highschool in my life. therefore, i cannot speak for all schools. but, i can speak for my school. about every other student here is a druggie. which means you have your choice of two crowds. but once you choose, at the beginning of your freshman year, you can't change your mind. and the teachers here rarely teach. they throw slideshows up and blame you for not paying attention if you actually get the nerve to go up and ask for help. our principal promotes mental health, but doesn't give any resources for mental breakdowns, anxiety, or depression. sitting in classrooms for eight hours, with people you can't stand, with nowhere to go will completely destroy someone especially someone already suffering.
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18/F/stuck in my head
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
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