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Stress

Stress. It begins in the brain, the little chemicals that are flowing about making my mind thin. I am only eighteen and I owe money for college, have a place I can't afford and I have no Idea how to pay for the next few years of college. The system has screwed me over, I am in debt with no way to pay it back. I'm making choices that will effect me the rest of my life. People said that college would be hard to afford, but no one told me that if you didn't have a huge system of support in place, no one could afford this. Saving up since before you were born the only way to get an education.  Loans, grants, and money no normal person would be able to have. Schools encourage the poor and the first generation students to Come One, Come All! Better yourself in the educational curcus! Terms and conditions may apply.  You will be discriminated against, you cannot pay for this until you are thirty, if you can't you have to leave. Nothing can be worth all this stress! Stress! Stress! Breaking my back with the cost of bettering myself. Is this the education that we want? 

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