I was unpopular in high school. I couldn't really make friends due to money issues, and my Dad was bipolar. Obviously he was also abusive. Life was rough, but I was I was normal enough I suppose. I was extremely quiet, but it's not like you want people to notice you when you have a ****** up life like that.
I had detentions now and then, but never for anything too bad. Just forgetting to get tests signed. Or coming late to class every once in awhile.
I was accepted into some universities, and denied from others. I had to start at community college either way due to money. I was broke, and my 2.33 gpa wasn't getting me any scholarships.
I graduated community college with an AA in Journalism. GPA: 3.14. I spent two and a half years there.
I went onto a four year school after one semester off, and graduated after two years. 3.26 GPA, with a BA in Journalism.
It's been a year since I graduated (back in May 2016). I work at a homeless shelter, and at a grocery store.
Some people from high school surpassed me by a long shot, some are like me, and some are doing worse.
I feel content, but then like a failure, but then I feel like "Hey. I'm only 24. I have time to fix my life."