William Deresiewicz Quotes

But The Compulsive Overachievement Of Today's Elite College Students - The Sense That They Need To Keep Running As Fast As They Can - Is Not The Only Thing That Keeps Them From Forming The Deeper Relationships That Might Relieve Their Anguish. Something More Insidious Is Operating, Too: A Resistance To Vulnerability, A Fear Of Looking Like The Only One Who Isn't Capable Of Handling The Pressure. These Are Young People Who Have Always Succeeded At Everything, In Part By Projecting The Confidence That They Always Will. Now, As They Get To College, The Stakes Are Higher And The Competition Fiercer. Everybody Thinks That They Are The Only One Who's Suffering, So Nobody Says Anything, So Everybody Suffers. Everyone Feels Like A Fraud; Everybody Thinks That Everybody Else Is Smarter Than They Are.

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