“You’ll never accomplish anything”, my teacher said, in a casual, slightly irritated tone, as she was grading a paper. You could tell it wasn’t the first time she’d crushed someone in her classroom – she didn’t even look at me as the words came out of her mouth.
I was so used to hearing this, it didn’t even hurt this time around. Growing up in Bulgaria means having to deal with many teachers who want to be anywhere but in school, helping kids. Thinking I was immune to words, I left school that day only to end up being pushed around in the snow before I got home soaking wet, in -20°C.
Several cases of pneumonia & depression and a lot of heavy metal later, I waved goodbye to my home town… to go to university 1 hour away.
Life was supposed to get better in university – isn’t that the place where you can finally stop worrying about someone kicking you in the hallway? About teachers exemplifying what can only be described as self-loathing?
Sure, those things didn’t happen again. Cyber-bullying, on the other hand, did.
I never thought life could get worse than being afraid to go to school… but I soon found out what it felt like to be afraid to leave your apartment.
Having grown up with more American TV shows than you can imagine, I never would have imagined I’d end up in one. Only… with a cooler accent.