lol. that sucks honestly. I was lucky I never got beaten up but mainly because I didn't go into the deep end until depression kicked in.
It's a pain you get used to.
They broke my left wrist once, and dislocated my right shoulder.
Otherwise it's never gone further than cutting me up a bit.
The basics for those who don't submit to dominate powers in inner city public school.
I did economics at University, hoping there might be room for more "unorthodox" ideas, but it turned into something resembling a course in capitalist apologetics. there were 30 people on our course, and there were three people who did it out of conviction. me, from the far left, a BNP sympathiser who I sat, debated and had lunch with a few times, and a free market monetarist who I only got to know at the end of the year. the last two quit and switched the politics. having explored that option (and found I couldn't afford it) I scraped into the second year by a whisker in september 2008.
then the global financial system collapsed along with Lehmann Brothers. I remember the morning I got up to go to my bussiness cycle lecture. the lecturer stated catagorically that "it is debatable even whether this module should exist because economists don't believe business cycles exist." That sort of floored me (as my interest in the subject went back to learning about the great depression at secondary school). he went on to compare economists watching stock market crashes to volcanologists; they both have the habit of getting burned. that was one of the thing that pushed me to leave the course anyway. the onset of depression because of how trapped I felt was the final straw. then I finally got more radical after I left. (that was seven years ago). I've had many hours spent on long walks thinking about whether it was right or not since then.
Hmm. I love education for the sake of education.
I'm not really attending college with any particular goal in mind, just a degree in science.
My similar story would have to be the last year and a half I spent with my parents.
They are people I reference often and are responsible for many issues I have along with a bigoted position I can't shake.
I hate them, to say the least. Spending my childhood, what I remember of it, was bad enough.
It got even worse as I got older, they stopped feeding me and I had to support myself.
Saying I could have died isn't far fetched.
Being kicked out, for the final time, at 18 was the best thing to happen to me in life thus far.
I feel absolutely free, at least in my own way.
What I regret is not standing up for myself against them.
I really wanted to, but if I did I wouldn't be here talking to you now.