tl;dr: I got into junior college at the age of 12. My mother proceeds to abuse me. Depression gets the best of me. I end up getting kicked out of uni at 17 for not attending classes. My sister went through the same route. She didn't get beat. She received her masters in a STEM related field.

Body: I'm going to be honest with you guys. This still affects me deeply today. When I was younger, I was homeschooled for a good while. It wasn't too bad. My mother was a chemical engineer and is now an accountant. My dad is an accountant. I was naturally gifted at math.

Every week, a teacher from the county would come over and check on me to see if I was learning the required curriculum. Of course, I did more than just learn the required curriculum. The teacher then advised my parents to push me into junior college. I remember I had to do an entrance exam to see what level I was at in English and Math.

This hurts to remember. When preparing for the entrance exam, I prepared myself to qualify into entering intermediate algebra. My mother wanted me to qualify into entering basic algebra. She beat the living hell out of me with a wooden spoon and chased me with a knife. I remember sitting on a stool in the kitchen, shaking and crying and pleading for her to not kill me.

She told me she was going to kill me if I don't take the exam to get into basic algebra. Next thing you know, I failed the exam.

I eventually got into the junior college by doing the exam portion I prepared myself for. I got into intermediate algebra and aced it during the god damn summer all while playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City religiously every god damn day. How did I ace it? Without having to worry about my mom beating me for stupid shit.

After that, I took trig, pre-calc, and calc 1 & 2 mixed in with other required courses. I wasn't so lucky during those courses. My mom would beat & berate me before the semesters would even start. I'd fall into depression, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my courses. I'd fail exams, my mother would then beat me all over again for failing.

My sister had the gusto of not receiving that abuse. She aced all of her courses.

I remember in the midst of receiving a beating for getting a 56% on a trig exam...my sister asked my mother why I deserved to get beat so much. She told her that it's because I am a man.

A little background on my mother. Born and raised in good ol' Honduras. Her father was an agricultural engineer. The company that her father worked for wanted to bring one of his sons to study at Texas A&M (full scholarship). His son, my uncle, did not want to go for some retarded reason. My mom wanted to go. They did not let her go on the count of her being a young female. Hmmmm.

I got through my courses at the junior college. After Calc 2, my mother would stop beating me. I had enough strength to defend myself. Soon after, I was pushed into a state university with a major I didn't have the liberty to choose. My parents chose it for me saying that I'd be able to provide for my future wife and kids. HAH.

I was fucking suffering since I was 12 years old for a bitch who was probably sucking on Chad's cock while my fucking mother was beating me on the head with a god damn wooden spoon. I didn't have the liberty to choose my own god damn field of study all so that I can someday fork all of my hard earned money on some bitch to go spend it on useless frivolities.

But.....I was still blue-pilled during those days. I longed for a girlfriend. I was forced to spend my youth studying all alone in my room. Not studying to learn something new about the world. NO. But to study for a bitch so I can support her used-up cunt. Before I discovered RP, when I was in uni, I would've sacrificed my hard earned money for a bitches company. I was absolutely pathetic.

I was alone. I grew up with mediocre calculus books. I didn't see the beauty of math until recently. I didn't see the REAL PURPOSE of math until now. MY OWN PURPOSE.

My mother wasn't beating me once I got into a uni; but it stuck with me...all of the things she used to tell me. How I was retarded, stupid, a dumbass, etc.

I discovered I had two growths on both of my testicles during my first semester. I immediately thought it was testicular cancer (turns out after waiting for several years, they turned out to be cysts). My parents didn't have health insurance for me to get them checked out. I sought for help and comfort through my friends, some close family members....but I received further isolation. I was alone.

I couldn't sit in a classroom, knowing I had no future, just to become an ATM machine for a bitch. Just to end up in a cubicle as a fucking, god damn doormat. I couldn't deal with all of the politically correct shit they make you go through all while I was possibly dying from testicular cancer. I couldn't deal with not being challenged while thinking I was going to die an early and embarrassing death.

I had to escape the emotional toll of my false, impending doom. I was constantly berated in the classroom for being a depressive fuck, so I ended up not attending. My remedy for all of this was to skate. I decided to skate for miles all over town. 7 miles/day. Nobody cared that I wanted to kill myself before the non-existant cancer got me. This continued for an entire year. I later came to realize that I was learning something more important than what all of these elitist fucks were learning in the required (forced?) liberal arts classes. I was learning, the hard way, that I was worthless.

After a year of failing every single one of my classes, I was notified that I was academically disqualified. I was sad, yet happy. I was sad that I didn't have the comfort of having a traditional education. I was happy that I forced myself away from spreading my ass cheeks for a company, ending up working in a cubicle, and supporting an ungrateful bitch.

About 4 years later, I went back to the junior college to take a chemistry class just to see if my mother was right. To see if I actually was stupid and if that's why I was academically disqualified. I was the top student. I was so good at it, the radical feminist female teacher thought I was cheating. Bitch, no.

During that small stint in junior college, I started seeing how education bends over in favor of women. White knights help them out with homework/studying. Everyone is super nice to them. Everyone else will be nice to you ONLY if you have something to offer. It's their environment. Not ours. I've decided a year ago to pursue my education in a non-traditional way while working my ass off to purchase all of the tools I need for optimal learning.

*Lessons Learned

  • Your feminist family members will bring you down.

  • When you're depressed, nobody will care, nobody should. Maintain yourself. Don't let people see you in a weak state or they will make you weaker.

  • Don't let others make choices for you.

  • Don't learn to make money to support your cocksucking wife/gf. Learn for the sake of learning and to support yourself.

  • I accept that I was acting like a little bitch during my uni days. I let the words get the best of me. I let the beatings get the best of me. I let the loneliness get the best of me. Don't let it get you. Accept it all. Swallow it down into your god damned soul just like a slut would swallow Chad's cum. Use it as fuel to accomplish unholy greatness.

When my mom told my sister that I deserved to get beat because I am a man, I agree now. Ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders.