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I am a college student who is married. I am 24 and sleeping with my married 61
year old professor. He recently broke it off and it is killing me. I want to
drop out because I feel like I can’t go on. I don’t know what it is about him.
The sex is horrible, and he treats me like shit. I am a wreck!!!

I need a hug and a good cry badly, I find it embarressing even as a female. Is
that wrong?

Anyone abused as a child? Just when I think I can put it behind me, it just
creeps up again, and makes it hard to get closer to people and trust them. It
just sucks knowing how hard it is and that I may not be able to fully put it
behind me, where I don’t have any memories, or desire for a true relationship
with a parent like I see so many others have. Any advice?

We broke up and I’m free. I don’t want to be free, but I am. Although I don’t
want to be free, I do keep thinking about the craziest things which make it
seem like I’m glad to be free. I honestly don’t think I am. Anyhow, now that my
fiance and I are no longer engaged, I keep wondering what would have happened if
I hadn’t turned down any of the people who propositioned me for dates, sex, or
anything like that. What if my ex-fiance and I had never been together? What
would life be like then? It sounds horrible but I guess I can’t help but
wonder.

I don’t know what happened. I used to have perky boobs and a great butt, but
after I turned 20, everything went downhill. I want my youth back! (And I’m
only a few years older than that now)

I’m in a Ph.D. program, and I’m so burnt out now. I wake up each day thinking,
“God, can I make it out?” I just hope I don’t give up before I actually get the
degree. How stupid would that be?

I tell people that I’m a vegetarian, and I am, mostly. Every few months I sneak
some kind of meat product.

I believe certain individuals enter your life, be it for weeks, months, or a
lifetime for a purpose, impacting our lives. Attempting to forget that person
and what they mean to you is difficult, I suppose time is the only answer.

I believe certain individuals enter your life, be it for weeks, months, or a
lifetime for a purpose, impacting our lives. Attempting to forget that person
and what they mean to you is difficult, I suppose time is the only answer.

Hey CC. This isn’t much of a confession. It’s more of a long rant and an attempt
to get advice from other students, so any response is appreciated. Here-goes.

I had a long break at school today, so I decided to get some serious work done
on an essay. Naturally, I went to a study room and set down to it. I like
working at school. At home, there are distractions. But at school, there are
designated “quiet” study rooms which students can take advantage of. I get a
lot of work done there, and I enjoy that.

But today, just about when I got all my materials in order, two girls came into
the study room. They proceeded to play music and loudly discuss pictures from
some recent excursion. They even called a third person and invited him to come
and chat. So, there were three people in the room chatting and then there were
four others, including me, trying to work. Everybody but the three assholes was
completely silent, but I couldn’t tell whether the others were annoyed or not.

I prayed that the assholes would leave but they stayed for close to an hour.
After about 30 mins, I gave the guy of the trio the meanest hairy eyeball
expression that I could muster up. I turned completely around and made direct
eye contact, which I thought would be effective, but it wasn’t. They did quiet
down for a little bit, probably to talk about me in a language I couldn’t
understand, but didn’t leave. I had nowhere else to go at the time, so I tried
to ignore the noise, but it didn’t work. I was so incensed at their complete
disregard for me and everybody else in the room that I couldn’t even
concentrate on anything else. I thought about reading some of my work aloud
very loudly, but that would have distracted the others even more and probably
wouldn’t have made them leave anyway. Also, I wasn’t sure that the other people
trying to work were as annoyed by the noise as I was. Maybe everybody would just
think I was crazy?

I thought about asking the others if the noise was bothering them, but it’s
such a small enclosed room that I was really hesitant to speak at all. It’s
like confronting someone in an elevator - it takes a serious set of ovaries.
The worst part is that this is kind of a regular occurrence. People regularly
use the “quiet” study rooms for their own social hour.

OK… so much for the rant. My question: What the fuck would make someone think
it’s okay to do such a thing? Should I have said anything? If so, what? I was
alone, so it’d be easy for them to brush me off. What if they laughed at me?
It’s not like I have any authority, and apparently some people don’t even care
that they’re assholes.

Any advice on what to do when this happens again…?