I'm a freshman. At senior week last summer, I ran into one of the teachers from my high school on the beach in Ocean City. He is gorgeous - 25 years old, blonde hair, 6 feet tall, in great shape. We talked for a while, and he invited me out to dinner. I didn't tell any of my friends, and I went out to dinner with him. We went back to his place, and we ended up having sex twice that night. During the summer, I fucked him several more times, and he has visited me here three times. When he comes here, he takes me to a hotel. I've never told my parents or my friends that I'm fucking a former teacher.

When I came to WCU, I was 45 pounds overweight. My roommate was really great. He is in great shape, and he encouraged me to go to the gym, work out, etc. I have since lost 35 pounds. (Ten more to go!) This has taken me a long time. While I am thankful for my roommate's encouragement, I am jealous of his perfect body. He can eat anything he wants, drink a lot of beer, or pig out with the muchies when he smokes, and he never seems to gain any weight. If I go off my diet for even one day, I seem to gain 5 pounds. I wish I had his body.

I've been told I'm a funny person but sometimes I feel like people aren't exactly laughing with me, but at me, as if secretly they feel bad for me and pretend to be my friend. I have never felt so alone in my entire life. A lot of people are going there own ways which is definitely expected in life but a lot of my close friends don't even think twice about me. I'm just so sad.

I text while I drive