The moment: 4

The moment when your teacher asks you if she should start the next topic in the last ten minutes left and obviously the class welcomes the question with a big NOOOOO! But still, teacher starts the next topic (Seriously, WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER ASKING US IN THE FIRST PLACE? DO YOU LIKE GIVING US HOPE JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE THE PLEASURE OF CRUSHING IT TO SMITHEREENS?). Your soul dies inside but you think, hey, it's just the last ten minutes. And after the ten minutes are over, and the blissful break bell rings, and YOUR TEACHER DOESN'T STOP TEACHING!

Now that is enough to make one cry. And I don't mean the "I-feel-like-crying" kind of feeling. I mean the "tears-are-about-to-escape-my-eyes-and-the-only-reason-I'm-holding-them-back-is-because-it's-going-to-look-pretty-stupid-if-I-start-crying" kind of crying.

When did I, somewhere along the road, start thinking that college years are supposed to be the best years of your life? Where? Just where? Tell me and I will go back in time and punch the shit out of myself and then scream "CHANGE THIS PHYSICAL PAIN INTO MENTAL AGONY YOU OPTIMISTIC BITCH THAT'S HOW MUCH IT'S GOING TO HURT IN COLLEGE!"