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Pisałam w tym roku maturę, rozszerzony wos poszedł mi super, nawet koło 90% tak samo rozszerzony angielski i podstawy, czeka mnie jeszcze rozszerzony polski.

Dzisiaj pisałam historię i jestem bardzo zrezygnowana bo wiem że mogę liczyć na wyniki koło 60%, niestety nie wystarczy mi to na prawo na UW, gdzie chciałam iść.

Moim drugim wyborem jest najpewniej prawo na UKSW, jednak nie jestem za bardzo przekonana do tej uczelni mimo, że słyszałam o dobrej atmosferze, w porównaniu do której na UW jest wyścig szczurów. Nie wiem co o tym myśleć i jestem strasznie rozczarowana, ponieważ dużo się uczyłam do tej historii. Niestety arkusz bardzo zawiódł, tak jak większość rozszerzeń w tym roku. Nie chcę pisać matury drugi raz i znowu przechodzić przez cały ten stres.

Co myślicie o prawie na UKSW? Czy lepiej jest pójść na jakiś inny kierunek na UW? Np. stosunki międzynarodowe? Już sama nie wiem co robić i jakie będą moje perspektywy po tym wszystkim…

+ czy przy wynikach matematyka 98% polski 80% angielski 100% i rozszerzenia wos 90% historia 60% i angielski 100% serio nie ma już szans na UW?

Mam 17 lat i planuje niedługo jechać do Londynu z dwójką znajomych w wieku 18 lat. Mamy załatwiony już hotel i bilety lotnicze. Wiem, że do wjazdu potrzebne będzie mi ETA, przygotuję też zgodę rodziców w języku polskim i angielskim, potwierdzenie noclegu i ubezpieczenia.

Myślicie, że realnie ktoś będzie to sprawdzał? Potrzebuje jeszcze jakichś dokumentów czy to wszystko wystarczy?

I F17 am currently in the middle of my finals week. It’s been incredibly stressful, and all I wanted was to get some sleep so I could wake up early and study. Instead, I’m stuck in a cycle of family drama that feels like a fever dream.

Last night at midnight, my parents were drinking and being extremely loud. I asked them to be quiet because I was exhausted (I’ve already been oversleeping and missing extracurriculars due to burnout). My dad was drunk, and my mom was trying to get him to bed.

Later, I got up to use the bathroom and accidentally slammed the door. My mom lost it. She started screaming at me, saying I woke my father up. I just brushed it off and went to sleep, but honestly, I was done.

Today, I didn’t want to talk to her. When she pushed me, I snapped. I told her I don’t want to talk to a "bipolar alcoholic."

I called her that because of the hypocrisy. Usually, if anyone makes a sound while she’s sleeping, she storms into their room screaming and has even resorted to hitting me just for moving things around. Her response today? "If you don't like it, move out. I won’t let my child tell me what to do."

This isn’t just about one night. My "good" family life is a facade:

• Last summer: My mom got so drunk on vacation she passed out in the hotel room with the key, locking me and my sister out.
• The cheating: On that same trip, she found out my dad was cheating. He got drunk and threatened to kill himself, forcing us to pull "shifts" watching him so he wouldn't do it.
• My Dad: He’s been abusive for a long time. He calls me names, and I haven't spoken a word to him in a month, even though we live together.

The worst part is that we function "normally" most of the time. We eat dinner together, we laugh, they go to work, I get good grades. My mom thinks I am the problem because I refuse to talk to my dad.

They expect me to just hit a "reset" button after every explosion and pretend everything is fine. My dad used to threaten to kick me out at 18, and my mom always promised she’d never let that happen. Now, she’s the one saying it.

I have at least one more year before I can realistically move out. I’m furious, I’m exhausted, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. How am I supposed to focus on my finals when my home feels like a minefield?

I F17 am currently in the middle of my finals week. It’s been incredibly stressful, and all I wanted was to get some sleep so I could wake up early and study. Instead, I’m stuck in a cycle of family drama that feels like a fever dream.

Last night at midnight, my parents were drinking and being extremely loud. I asked them to be quiet because I was exhausted (I’ve already been oversleeping and missing extracurriculars due to burnout). My dad was drunk, and my mom was trying to get him to bed.

Later, I got up to use the bathroom and accidentally slammed the door. My mom lost it. She started screaming at me, saying I woke my father up. I just brushed it off and went to sleep, but honestly, I was done.

Today, I didn’t want to talk to her. When she pushed me, I snapped. I told her I don’t want to talk to a "bipolar alcoholic."

I called her that because of the hypocrisy. Usually, if anyone makes a sound while she’s sleeping, she storms into their room screaming and has even resorted to hitting me just for moving things around. Her response today? "If you don't like it, move out. I won’t let my child tell me what to do."

This isn’t just about one night. My "good" family life is a facade:

• My mom got so drunk on vacation she passed out in the hotel room with the key, locking me and my sister out.
• On that same trip, she found out my dad was cheating. He got drunk and threatened to kill himself, forcing us to pull "shifts" watching him so he wouldn't do it.
• He’s been abusive for a long time. He calls me names, and I haven't spoken a word to him in a month, even though we live together.

The worst part is that we function "normally" most of the time. We eat dinner together, we laugh, they go to work, I get good grades. My mom thinks I am the problem because I refuse to talk to my dad.

They expect me to just hit a "reset" button after every explosion and pretend everything is fine. My dad used to threaten to kick me out at 18, and my mom always promised she’d never let that happen. Now, she’s the one saying it.

I have at least one more year before I can realistically move out. I’m furious, I’m exhausted, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. How am I supposed to lead my life normally when my home feels like a minefield?

I (17F) just finished high school last week, and what should be a happy time has turned into a total mess.

I’ve been part of a friend group of 10 people for years. Looking back, there was always some "fakeness," but the first real red flag was last summer; I went through a really bad breakup and not a single person in that group reached out to check on me. I ignored it at the time because I just wanted to have a fun senior year, but now I realize I was just lying to myself.

At the end of the year, a smaller clique formed inside the group and I was clearly excluded. Graduation day felt like a series of pointed, calculated moves to make sure I knew I didn't belong:

• The Letters: One girl handed out "goodbye letters" to everyone in the group except for me and one other friend and she did it right in front of us.

• The Photos: Four of the girls staged a big photo session in front of the school and didn’t invite us to join, even though we were standing right there.

• The Trip: At our post-grad dinner, they spent the whole time loudly discussing a summer trip that I hadn't even heard about.

• The Erasure: That night, everyone posted tons of "end of an era" photos and tributes on Instagram, completely leaving me out.

I know this might seem like "childish drama," but it’s devastating to realize years of friendship meant nothing to them. I haven't heard a word from any of them since graduation, except for the one other friend who was also excluded.

The Problem:

I have my final exams next week. I’m spiraling and can’t focus because I’m so angry at them and at myself for caring. I don't know how to act when I see them in the exam hall. I don't have the energy to "act natural," but I also don't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much they hurt me.

The Birthday Dilemma:

I turn 18 in September. I originally planned a big party, but now my "circle" is basically my boyfriend, the one loyal friend from the group, and three friends from outside school. Honestly, I feel like a total loser throwing a party for only five people. I’m ashamed I don’t have a "squad" anymore, and I don't know how to celebrate without feeling lonely.

I (17F) just finished high school last week, and what should be a happy time has turned into a total mess.

I’ve been part of a friend group of 10 people for years. Looking back, there was always some "fakeness," but the first real red flag was last summer; I went through a really bad breakup and not a single person in that group reached out to check on me. I ignored it at the time because I just wanted to have a fun senior year, but now I realize I was just lying to myself.

At the end of the year, a smaller clique formed inside the group and I was clearly excluded. Graduation day felt like a series of pointed, calculated moves to make sure I knew I didn't belong:

• The Letters: One girl handed out "goodbye letters" to everyone in the group except for me and one other friend and she did it right in front of us.

• The Photos: Four of the girls staged a big photo session in front of the school and didn’t invite us to join, even though we were standing right there.

• The Trip: At our post-grad dinner, they spent the whole time loudly discussing a summer trip that I hadn't even heard about.

• The Erasure: That night, everyone posted tons of "end of an era" photos and tributes on Instagram, completely leaving me out.

I know this might seem like "childish drama," but it’s devastating to realize years of friendship meant nothing to them. I haven't heard a word from any of them since graduation, except for the one other friend who was also excluded.

The Problem:

I have my final exams next week. I’m spiraling and can’t focus because I’m so angry at them and at myself for caring. I don't know how to act when I see them in the exam hall. I don't have the energy to "act natural," but I also don't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much they hurt me.

The Birthday Dilemma:

I turn 18 in September. I originally planned a big party, but now my "circle" is basically my boyfriend, the one loyal friend from the group, and three friends from outside school. Honestly, I feel like a total loser throwing a party for only five people. I’m ashamed I don’t have a "squad" anymore, and I don't know how to celebrate without feeling lonely.