"post-traumatic stress disorder, panic attacks, depression and an addiction to alcohol"
Sounds like every snowflake's problem at college.
PTSD = daddy isn't here to make everything go away immediately. It takes a few more days, and the university administration tries its best to mollycoddle me, but I need more, immediate support telling me everything will be ok. That Guatemalan I clipped with my Audi A6 driving home from the frat party really made me scared...about my future. OMG, like, if he would have died, I would, like, couldn't go to Europe until after graduation.
Panic Attacks = I'm the next Marissa Mayer/Elizabeth Holmes rolled into one, bitch. My group of super sweet Chinese or Japanese or whatever lol and Indian friends (they're sooo cute muuuah lolol) won all the Robotics awards in high school. What? My individual project is got a D? WTF?!?!? My professor is soooo a virgin I'm sure. Oh no! Midterms are next week it's not a group presentation!
Depression = I'm not brilliant. These classes are too hard. I didn't come to college to spend all my time working. I'm changing majors to Gender Studies. What's that? Every failure I've encountered has been out of hands and the responsibility of the patriarchy? And there's nothing we can do against the tide of female oppression shown in forms of less poverty, more college degrees, more medical research and funding, innocent until proven guilty in the legal court and court of public opinion. It's a bleak future that none of us has control against.
Alcoholism = I'm not pretty anymore.
Sounds like every snowflake's problem at college.
PTSD = daddy isn't here to make everything go away immediately. It takes a few more days, and the university administration tries its best to mollycoddle me, but I need more, immediate support telling me everything will be ok. That Guatemalan I clipped with my Audi A6 driving home from the frat party really made me scared...about my future. OMG, like, if he would have died, I would, like, couldn't go to Europe until after graduation.
Panic Attacks = I'm the next Marissa Mayer/Elizabeth Holmes rolled into one, bitch. My group of super sweet Chinese or Japanese or whatever lol and Indian friends (they're sooo cute muuuah lolol) won all the Robotics awards in high school. What? My individual project is got a D? WTF?!?!? My professor is soooo a virgin I'm sure. Oh no! Midterms are next week it's not a group presentation!
Depression = I'm not brilliant. These classes are too hard. I didn't come to college to spend all my time working. I'm changing majors to Gender Studies. What's that? Every failure I've encountered has been out of hands and the responsibility of the patriarchy? And there's nothing we can do against the tide of female oppression shown in forms of less poverty, more college degrees, more medical research and funding, innocent until proven guilty in the legal court and court of public opinion. It's a bleak future that none of us has control against.
Alcoholism = I'm not pretty anymore.