<p>I was a straight A student in high school. I started college last spring and I did well enough. This semester didn't go so well. First off, I should mention that all my life, I've been suffering from Social Anxiety. My parents have no idea because I'm very good at not telling the truth. For example if we're out abd they ask me to ask a salesperson a question, I'd say no but I wouldn't tell them I'm scared. I would just say I don't want to. I created this lie that I dislike people in general and try to avoid communication, and I kept it going all of my life. That was the lie I used for everything related to people, such as why I went through four years of high school without making any friends or why I went through my first semester of college without making any friends. As far as my parents knew, I was simply introverted which is perfectly normal, not socially anxious.</p>
<p>This semester, I had a crush on a female classmate but I knew there was no way in hell I could ever ask her out. So I decided I had to start a new page and beat this. I started socializing as much as I can, and it was absolute hell for me at first. Being socially anxious, I over thought every little word or gesture. I forced myself outside of my comfort zone and I forced myself to talk to people. Slowly, this started putting me through a phase of depression. Somewhere in the middle of the semester, I became so depressed that I had little to no sleep (there were bags under my eyes), hours felt like days, days felt like months, months felt like years, and the thought of jumping in front of a moving train kept recurring every time I went outside, and it seemed as easy as breathing.</p>
<p>Long story short, towards the end of the semester I got out of depression (though every now and then I still get a kick in the gut from the remanants of it), made a few friends for the first time, beat social anxiety, and even asked my crush, who I became friends with, out. Of course I got rejected and destroyed my friendship with her, but that's unimportant. What's important is that I did all of that for the first time in my life; I beat social anxiety.</p>
<p>But this all came at a price. By the time I got out of my depression, it was too late. I was already failing calculus 2 and chemistry with no hope of passing. I tried my best on the finals, but that didn't help one bit, just as I expected. I focused more on socializing than studying because in the long run, the former seemed more important to me. Like I said, I'm a fairly good liar. Every time my parents called me and asked about my test results, I would say "good. Mostly Bs" because I didn't want to disappoint them and I thought I might be able to get it fixed in the final. Most of my grades have been posted online. As expecte, an F in calculus 2. I got an A and a B in two easy classes, and chem and english havent been posted yet but they should be any minute now and Im fairly certain I failed chem (and probably got an A or a B+ in English). I failed the two classes that required studying because i simply couldnt bring myself to stusy. My dad pays for my rent and sends me money every now and then when I need it, so telling him I failed not one but two classes will break his heart (and my ear drum). Just to make it clear, I would rather die than tell my parents any of the things I wrote above. I've never been sentimental with my parents. Even when they say "I love you" I just nod. I don't even kiss them on the cheek or hug them. So I can't imagine telling my parents the stuff I went through.</p>