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    PLEASE READ!
    right k here we go

    plz note: i've been brought up my whole life without a dad there, so i'm just gonna say before i start well done to me mum and nan for bringing me up as what i see as a reliable respectable teenager. well in mum and nan :smile:
    born and bred in an industrial town in north west england (don't want to give out too much detail cause i don't want the paedophiles after me!) when i was about 1 or something my family noticed that i had a natural flair and talent for maths. call it gifted if you like and my nursery was great. they also recognised this and wanted me to reach my full potential so they helped there. then i went to the local state school and it was ****. 6 years off being tossed at a ****ty packard bell with dodgy javascript problems and being told to go on to coolmathsgames.com or whatever. and obviously anyone who wasn't braindead got the **** beaten out of them. so 6 years of boredom and bullying. two words, ****in ****e! then one day me nan saw an ad in paper for a school about 20-30 miles from where i lived. said it was gr8 for gifted kids with a zero tolerance on bullying and all that ****. it was a private school. "how the bloody hell are we meant to afford that!" i'm not going to go into the whole poverty sob story **** like most people do for attention and blaming it on ****in immigrants and all that ****. but i'll just say this: we were short on money at the time and i got done for swearing by me mum. so i went on a few taster days. don't get me wrong it was great, just bloody expensive. somehow we managed to scrape some money together and we were ready. but i had to make a decision: another year of boredom and bullying or join now. i went for the latter. and i was off. year 6 there was gr8 and i was blown away with my results. obviously the teachers said it was all down to the bloody ethos of the school and all that ****. yeah course it ****in was whatever. inew for a fact it was cause first impressions last and i wanted to make a bloody good impression. so i did. at the end of the year they asked me cause of my grades did i want to move up. ye sure i said. they spoke to my mum and it was sorted. so i went back as a year 8 and survived the 10 months of all the "haha year younger haha no pubes haha piss off ****in year 7" **** cause i wasn't arsed. and here i am now in year 9 doing good. but backtrack a bit to the end of year 8. i started to notice all the lads seemed to have a girl. and i wasn't really interested. ye sure i'd tell a girl they looked nice and all that cringy ****. but i had no sexual desires towards these girls. things started heating up in the changing rooms. i started noticing the guys topless and it was then i thought "why the **** is this attracting me!?!" since i was little I've not had that much attraction to girls but i certainly didn't think i'd be gay. i thought long and hard over the holidays and as much as i hate to label myself i realised "I'm gay". next was coming out, let's just say that's a work in progress

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    My father was an alcoholic and a megalomaniac; I think that explains enough.
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    (Original post by Anonynmous)
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    My man makes music O_o - why didn't you tell me this!!! loool
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    You know what, after reading this thread I have noticed so many people here went to crappy stateschools and a striving for exellence and it makes me really, really happy!

    Anyway, I might aswell give my real life story now...

    I was born ("finally" apparently according to my mum ....but it's not my fault, if I had known she wanted me earlier I would have saved her all the trouble :teehee:) in a really crappy town, I went to a crappy primary school and even worse secondary school.
    My parents are Indian, 1st generation Immigrants and my dad is a construction worker and my mum has formed her own catering bussines from home. I'm proud of them both, but especially my mum considering she started when my brother was 4 months old and she is the most hardworking woman I have ever known, she works late into the night and starts work at 4 am every morning.

    Secondary school wasn't easy for me at all, I suffered with very bad anxiety and I would cry at the though of having to change my seat or talk in class, I have overcome my anxiety completely (actually I have more than overcome it ) and now I'm in a position where I can really help others with it!

    I HATED all my teachers in secondary(I won't talk to much about them because this will go on forever,but they were disgusting human beings that should find another job really), there was not one teacher that beileved I could do well. I went to a CRAP stateschool so everyone was aiming for C's, and most teachers would only teach up to C-grade. I'm proud of what I go from all that struggling, self-teaching and all that sadness I went through in year 11, but it's still not great, my results at best were average(still on the higher end of the school year, which is shocking really) and thus not Cambridge standards. Oh well

    Anyway moved 6th forms, THANKGOD! :adore:

    and my AS year was tough, I didn't feel the so-called 'jump' untill april/may (Not the best time to feel the 'jump'! :innocent:) anyway it didn't go great, I think a lot of they way I performed was down to feeling crap about my GCSE experience and feeling useless because that's how many of the teachers made me feel.

    So I'm a few months into A2, I have tons of re-sits but I'm aiming high, and I have got my confidence backin school, especially in history, which I stuggled with last year and ended up only getting a C

    anyway, like others here, I won't give up. I am absolutely aiming for A*A*A*A and it's going to happen because I understand the whole concept of A-levels better now. I understand how to revise for them now, something I lacked throughout the whole of last year.

    I hope everyone hit's their personal goals for A-levels and don't let ANYONE bring you down!!
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    (Original post by TheonlyMrsHolmes)
    You know what, after reading this thread I have noticed so many people here went to crappy stateschools and a striving for exellence and it makes me really, really happy!

    Anyway, I might aswell give my real life story now...

    I was born ("finally" apparently according to my mum ....but it's not my fault, if I had known she wanted me earlier I would have saved her all the trouble :teehee:) in a really crappy town, I went to a crappy primary school and even worse secondary school.
    My parents are Indian, 1st generation Immigrants and my dad is a construction worker and my mum has formed her own catering bussines from home. I'm proud of them both, but especially my mum considering she started when my brother was 4 months old and she is the most hardworking woman I have ever known, she works late into the night and starts work at 4 am every morning.

    Secondary school wasn't easy for me at all, I suffered with very bad anxiety and I would cry at the though of having to change my seat or talk in class, I have overcome my anxiety completely (actually I have more than overcome it ) and now I'm in a position where I can really help others with it!

    I HATED all my teachers in secondary(I won't talk to much about them because this will go on forever,but they were disgusting human beings that should find another job really), there was not one teacher that beileved I could do well. I went to a CRAP stateschool so everyone was aiming for C's, and most teachers would only teach up to C-grade. I'm proud of what I go from all that struggling, self-teaching and all that sadness I went through in year 11, but it's still not great, my results at best were average(still on the higher end of the school year, which is shocking really) and thus not Cambridge standards. Oh well

    Anyway moved 6th forms, THANKGOD! :adore:

    and my AS year was tough, I didn't feel the so-called 'jump' untill april/may (Not the best time to feel the 'jump'! :innocent:) anyway it didn't go great, I think a lot of they way I performed was down to feeling crap about my GCSE experience and feeling useless because that's how many of the teachers made me feel.

    So I'm a few months into A2, I have tons of re-sits but I'm aiming high, and I have got my confidence backin school, especially in history, which I stuggled with last year and ended up only getting a C

    anyway, like others here, I won't give up. I am absolutely aiming for A*A*A*A and it's going to happen because I understand the whole concept of A-levels better now. I understand how to revise for them now, something I lacked throughout the whole of last year.

    I hope everyone hit's their personal goals for A-levels and don't let ANYONE bring you down!!
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    My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mummy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and says, "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife. "WHY SO SERIOUS?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face." And...

    I ended up living with my aunt and uncle in Bel Air.
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    I am 17. Grown up in a small industrial town in Northern England.

    I have dyspraxia, something that was not diagnosed until I was 15. I had a pretty hard time at school because of my dyspraxia. I was bullied for being slow, and my teachers all thought I was stupid because I couldn't finish exams and got low grades. I had a particularly horrible teacher for GCSE English.

    Post diagnosis, nothing changed. My teachers still thought I was stupid. I had a stick to beat them with, they failed to make reasonable adjustments to the lessons so that I could achieve. I complained. They started making adjustments after I threatened to take them to court under the equality act.

    By some miracle, I managed to pass all my GCSE at C or above. I left to go to a different sixth form, loved it but failed an AS so I am now at college. I wish to become an early years teacher.

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    (Original post by MrAwesomeGenius)
    I'm from India originally. Fell in love with a wonderful French woman and had a kid. He's 13 now. We try to love him but it is hard.

    He seems to live in a fantasy land, making up stories in his head and telling people about them. He is convinced his toy cars are real. He struggles at school due to all his daydreaming. He also gets in trouble all the time, often for pulling girl's pigtails.

    The child psychiatrist doesn't know what is wrong. We blame ourselves. Increasingly I find myself turning to the bottle.
    This is the best post I have ever seen on TSR.

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    (Original post by xGCSE_Studentx)
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    Inspiring story x
    Aw thankyou. I hope you did feel a bit inspired since you're doing GCSE's I'm even more delighted you found it inspiring! If your teachers ever tell you that you can't do aswell as you think you can, make sure you prove them wrong!!

    On results day I got an A* and an A in both my english exams and my teacher was trying to congratulate me and I was like don't even talk to me you absolute poisonous rat . She literally made me feel like crap when I begged her to let me re-sit an english exam, I remember as I was begging to let me resit (we all got B's but we were allowed to do a june re-sit to get an A) in the middle of my pleading she ignored me and started talking to another girl about how she thinks she will definitly should re-sit because she can definitly thinks she can get an A(she didn't in the end, I think she got B's overall.)....I remember I was holding back tears.

    Talking about holding back tears, don't let me get started on my history teachers who called home because I was "harrassing" them apparently and disrespecting their professional opinion...by ASKING about re-doing my history coursework (LIKE THE STUDENTS IN THE OTHER CLASS) and moving up my predicted grade to a B. I actually got 2 B's and an A in my exams, but I was a few ums points away from a B because of the coursework I wasn't allowed to re-sit. That was painful!

    ugh re-telling these stories fuels up my anger all over again, it was not untill I changed 6th forms and realised how lovely and supportive my teachers are here, and how at my last school it was not 'normal' by any means the way they acted. They were all so *****y and childish, it's sad really.

    Although I don't plan on becoming a teacher, but if I was to be one, I would honestly be so supportive and all my students would be treated equally and fairly and I would put my all in to makesure the ones that wanted to succeed would succeed!
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    (Original post by TheonlyMrsHolmes)
    Aw thankyou. I hope you did feel a bit inspired since you're doing GCSE's I'm even more delighted you found it inspiring! If your teachers ever tell you that you can't do aswell as you think you can, make sure you prove them wrong!!

    On results day I got an A* and an A in both my english exams and my teacher was trying to congratulate me and I was like don't even talk to me you absolute poisonous rat . She literally made me feel like crap when I begged her to let me re-sit an english exam, I remember as I was begging to let me resit (we all got B's but we were allowed to do a june re-sit to get an A) in the middle of my pleading she ignored me and started talking to another girl about how she thinks she will definitly should re-sit because she can definitly thinks she can get an A(she didn't in the end, I think she got B's overall.)....I remember I was holding back tears.

    Talking about holding back tears, don't let me get started on my history teachers who called home because I was "harrassing" them apparently and disrespecting their professional opinion...by ASKING about re-doing my history coursework (LIKE THE STUDENTS IN THE OTHER CLASS) and moving up my predicted grade to a B. I actually got 2 B's and an A in my exams, but I was a few ums points away from a B because of the coursework I wasn't allowed to re-sit. That was painful!

    ugh re-telling these stories fuels up my anger all over again, it was not untill I changed 6th forms and realised how lovely and supportive my teachers are here, and how at my last school it was not 'normal' by any means the way they acted. They were all so *****y and childish, it's sad really.

    Although I don't plan on becoming a teacher, but if I was to be one, I would honestly be so supportive and all my students would be treated equally and fairly and I would put my all in to makesure the ones that wanted to succeed would succeed!
    You always hear about people that prove others wrong and you're such a good example x
    it's made it reality really and yes it was inspiring!
    well done on all your hard work, it is very crappy being ignored and i just hope i do as well as you did
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    I have lived in the same house in suburban London all my life. I was obsessed with chemistry and diagnosed with OCD at 7. I went to a private primary school outside London and was top of the class. I started playing the electric bass when I was 10. Then I started at a grammar school, also outside London, got 12 A*'s at GCSE but went straight to consistently being at the bottom of the class at AS and A2. A levels are hard, dude. Around this time I got a distinction in my Grade 8 bass exam. Got okay A level results at ABC and I'm retaking/doing three new A2's (in subjects for which I had already done the AS levels in year 12). This year I have been granted extra time, because my OCD has left me perfecting letters to such an extent that I can't physically finish exam papers in time anymore. This compulsion is relatively new and started about a year and a half ago. People at college keep making fun of my lack of competency in slang and they tell me that I speak 'posh'. They do however say that I have nice handwriting. I'm applying for chemistry at uni this year. I hope I get in.
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    Hi I'm Bethany, I'm 18 years old and in Year 13, studying biology, chemistry and French at A Level.

    I was born in Berkshire as the first of four children. I moved around a lot as a child - mainly because of my fathers job - my current school is the eighth school I have attended and I've lived in at least ten houses. I currently live in Northern Ireland. I'm quarter Northern Irish with a smattering of English, Canadian and Romanian mixed in there too. I have three younger brothers aged 14, 11 and almost 3. The younger two have Fragile X Syndrome (a very rare genetic condition in which an X chromosome is particularly susceptible to damage, normally leading to a form of Autism and physical disabilities) so I have been a carer to them from a young age. My brothers are huge inspirations to me - they've made me a better, kinder, more considerate and patient person and despite it being sometimes the hardest thing on earth I cannot imagine life without either of them.

    Academically, I've always done quite well in school. I was a very intelligent young child, in the top bracket of pupils and I passed my 11+ with only a weeks preparation when I moved to Northern Ireland allowing me to attend a grammar school. I pretty much sailed through my GCSEs, achieving very good grades. However I found the first year of my A Levels very difficult - things about myself that never really hindered me before like my poor hand eye coordination and ease to tire and occasional "brain-fog" and difficulty concentrating suddenly became a real problem. I'd always had terrible gross motor skills, being an extremely clumsy person and breaking a ridiculous number of bones doing really silly things (dislocate and fracture your knee tripping over a rug, anyone?). Along with my flat feet and toe-walking this allowed me to put two and two together and I was diagnosed with Dyspraxia not long after my AS exams. My AS exams were good - BBCC, but not nearly the level I had been predicted.

    After my results I finally settled on applying to study Children's Nursing at university, having always had a passion for working with and caring for children and also an interest in human anatomy and having been inspired by the work of so many different medical professionals in the care of my two young brothers. So that brings me up to now - I've applied to Southampton, Surrey, Nottingham, Keele and QUB, so far with an interview for Surrey (on Tuesday, eek!). I'm currently juggling A Levels, a part time job, volunteering, caring for my brothers and my parents recent separation - but although life is crazy and chaotic, it's good
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    I was born at a very young age.........
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    Ok so I'm old. Old enough (just!) to be the parent of some of you on here.
    I was born in Newcastle upon Tyne to an alcoholic Irish father and a workaholic part Scottish mother. Mother was a nurse.
    Have psychotic older brother (diagnosed psychopath) and a lovely, well adjusted older sister who has lupus. I had cancer three years ago, and now I have ME, tumours on my spine and I'm being assessed for Asperger's. I also have severe anxiety and depression and numeric dyslexia.
    I am now studying for an English degree as the nursing diploma I took ten years ago at Nottingham Uni is no good to me.
    My GCSE's were dire, A-Levels even worse but I got some life experience behind me now and I now want to be a speech therapist. Only one in the family to pass A-Levels and go to uni. Upshot my family think I'm really clever but actually I'm not....
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    I think most people on here know my vague lifestory but a few points of interest to those who don't:

    - First-generation British-Sinhalese (born and bred Londoner). Roman Catholic :jebus: Middle child of three overachieving daughters :eek:

    - Started piano aged 3.5 years old (violin followed at a later date, either 7 or 8 years old)

    - First started hearing voices (isolated incidents) aged 5. This later developed to hearing voices constantly from the age of about 8, with delusions starting around that time as well (I thought Princess Diana dying was completely my fault :erm: )

    - Started throwing up regularly from ages of 6-9. No cause ever found. Specialist doctor suggested it was psychological. Being Asian, my parents poo-pooed the idea.

    - Bullied badly throughout secondary school by various people. Developed paranoia

    - Got an offer from Oxford to read music Missed offer :facepalm: Got in anyway :king1:

    - Lots of bad stuff at Oxford, ranging from being somewhat stalked in first term to suicide attempt in third year. Left Oxford with 2.2 Swore off academia for life :yep: FINALLY got seen by a psychiatrist properly

    - Started a Masters course Did quite well on it.

    - Diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder in Oct 2011 :eek:

    - Worked for a bit (or rather, interned for a bit,luding one well-paid internship) :work:

    - Started doing a PhD :smartass:

    - Therapy revealed I have a split personality (no formal diagnosis yet, as I'm not the average Dissociative Identity Disorder patient) in Jan 2015
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    (Original post by United1892)
    I'm fairly intelligent but also a lazy ******* who prefers watching football to hard work and has fluked through all my school years.
    This is the story of my life... Except it isn't always laziness, it's lack of motivation. Also, instead of football, music/books
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    (Original post by MrAwesomeGenius)
    I'm from India originally. Fell in love with a wonderful French woman and had a kid. He's 13 now. We try to love him but it is hard.

    He seems to live in a fantasy land, making up stories in his head and telling people about them. He is convinced his toy cars are real. He struggles at school due to all his daydreaming. He also gets in trouble all the time, often for pulling girl's pigtails.

    The child psychiatrist doesn't know what is wrong. We blame ourselves. Increasingly I find myself turning to the bottle.
    This is the best post I've ever seen in my life. I hope TSR rewards you with an award for this.
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    I was a little surprise sent by God to my family My mother had me when she was 41 years old and luckily I was a healthy baby with a minor issue with heart ( basically doctors said one side of my heart was smaller than the other and that after some time it should go back to normal ). I was born in a small country called Lithuania, which is one of the 3 Baltic countries (others being Latvia and Estonia), in a small town with approximate of 33000 people.

    My childhood wasn't the best part of my life, with a father who's best friends were leaning towards a bottle of vodka and his constant stupidity thinking that my mother always were with other men led me to experience the worst of the worst from my father physically hurting my mother to me & my mom taking shelter at my uncle's house or even sleeping in the barn on hay piles just to be safe and not get violated. My mother always had to keep an axe under her bed, in case my father became very violent as he's used to be ( I had bricks, chairs flying at me ). I was also being bullied at school because bullies were jealous that I was a better student then them.

    Also, being attracted to same gender in a country where even 2 men holding hands would be a total catastrophe wasn't helping either. After graduating from uni, I wasn't successful at getting a job because no one wants young inexperienced people, so decided to come to the UK, leaving half of the family, a guy I really like and maybe the only one that would ever look at me behind to live with my eldest sister who came here first 6-7 years ago. At least here I have more opportunities to a better and happier life than I would have it back at home
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    Idk where to start. I don't even want to tell my story.

    But all I can say is, I'm pretty much a loner since year three until now. Hardly had any friends.
    Didn't stop me anyway.
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    Just kidding.

    I live in the wonderful country of 'Murica (aka USA). My mom is Chinese, my dad is American (with a British Canadian, Czech, and Croatian background). I have a younger sister who is considered, more or less, a genius and even though I'm older, my mom tends to show favoritism towards my sister. I was born in Texas and unfortunately, I still live in Texas... but not for long! I have made it my goal (for a few years now) to go to college either on one of the opposite sides of the US, or if possible, go out of the country. I visited England on my own a few months ago, when I received a full scholarship to a summer program that was held at Jesus College in Cambridge, and that was when I decided on the greatest YOLO moment of my life and applied to Cambridge, even though I'm fairly certain the other applicants are far more qualified than I am, but at least I have yet to get a B in a class for a reason other than the teacher not liking me (this is legitimate), which only happened twice in my whole life. Aside from that, I've played the piano for about 11 years and I am currently still obsessed with The Silmarillion (the IB EE did its job, now I can't stop "researching" it on Tumblr, even though I'm done with the essay). I often have emotional meltdowns whenever I feel like it's necessary, as it tends to get rid of some stress. I am probably going to be forever alone, because in real life, I'm so much more socially awkward than I am on the internet, and I have accepted that by making my standards for men the same as the standards that I hold fictional characters to (for example, if you're not like Fëanor, you're not worth it. I promise this isn't the opposite of a L'Oreal commercial). Just kidding. But I'm not a single, desperate person. Meanwhile, I go to one of the most horrible schools that a country with the world's biggest economy could have (I wonder, where do we spend our tax money within the educational sphere? Must be for the football fields, rather than for paying actual teachers).
 
 
 
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