It helps to talk on here about my bad experience at college. Not only was the bullying embarrassing, but what hurt even more is how my father bullied me and his unrealistic, amoral, and unethical definitions of success. I hated that year of my life and I hated being psychologically bullied.
I feel like at college, I was a completely different person than I was at the amusement park. At the amusement park, I moved out of my parents’ house and said “This is my thing that I have looked forward to all my life. I want to be here and I am going to make it work.” At college, I felt like my parents had regained control over my life. My only choices of major they gave me were doctor, lawyer, or engineer. The first two I had never shown any kind of interest in and the third I was never interested in except for when I was about nine and still getting attention for being “the smart kid”. It had nothing to do with my interests or abilities. It was all about what made them look good or feel good about themselves.
There were also a lot of good people at college, like the majority of them. Likewise with anywhere I went. Don’t hone in on a few losers with low self-esteem who tried to bandage their insecurity by kicking someone who was already down. Screw them. If life dishes out problems to anybody, it is people like them who deserve it.