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If you are lucky enough to be an up and coming resident assistant on the University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign's campus, you will see some version of this:

Suicide prevention training, Round 2. Daniel, photography.

1.23.2008

Life is about perspective. What I see is completely different than what someone else sees. I just recently changed majors from business administration to photography. Needless to say, my parents are worried. I'm their only child. I suppose they have a right to be worried. But not smothering. Five-six times a day I get phone calls from my mother. My dad, seven emails between the hours of 9 am and noon. It must have been a slow day in the office. But I don't need any more friends in my life, I need parents. Did you go out last night? When I went to school down there, I went out five nights a week. The tuition bill came in that will be $8,000, jkol, don't worry son, we paid for it. Going to the game later tonight? No, I didn't go out last, and no I'm not going to the game later. I understand that my parents love me. School is different nowadays. It's a competitive market. The hungry wolves pick out the weak sheep and thin the herd. I thought changing majors would help. Explore myself a little bit more. But the more I do, I realize that I know less and less about this world. It is just clear to me that the world is a huge place, and I'm always in competition with the people around me. I'm tired. I just want to sleep. I want the problems to fade away. What happened the other night was no accident. My roommate was going out with some people, and asked me to go. I said no thanks. The bars just aren't for me. So later on that night, a couple of people from down the hall decided to play some drinking games. Code name: DDR. Drink drink run. Take two shots and then run around the building and come back. Repeat. So, I thought I'd play a few rounds with them.t. After awhile I decided I'd had enough and went back to my room. I thought it was a good idea to take out a self portrait project to work on it a little bit. I must have passed out and went to bed. Next thing I know is my roommate comes home wasted and acting weirded out. I just rolled back into bed, and the next thing I know I'm waking up the bang on my door from my RA.