I'm from the UK. My experience at uni has been absolutely the worst 5 years of my life (I'm 23).

First year: put in halls (dorms) with a group of bitchy girls who at first, I thought I got on with fine. But due to the nature of my course in comparison to theirs, I ended up quickly unable to go out drinking as often as they did because I wanted to do well and put my work first, as I'd never ever been academically great before and saw uni as an opportunity to finally get something right.
I should mention that my acceptance into uni was a complete miracle - they got sent higher results from my A-Levels than I got told on results day - so who the fuck knows what they truly were.

Within a month of starting our first term of first year, they came to me and told me they'd arranged to live together next year, deposit put down, viewings and all. I was pretty sad, and it made me incredibly anxious. I immediately sorted out my accommodation for second year. Anyway, it turns out I dodged a bullet, because they ended up bullying me in my second term.

I didn't let any of this stop me, and managed to make some kind-of-friends on my course, and ended up getting a 1st (highest mark for UK unis) for my first year. Even though it doesn't count towards my final grade for the degree as a whole, I was still incredibly proud as it was the biggest achievement I had ever accomplished.

Second year: the new flat I was put in was with a bunch of guys, all already friends. They were nice enough and I got along with them, but I knew that I could never become a part of their group. This made me more anxious and I spent a lot of time in my room. They'd also go out drinking a lot, and I used to always listen through my door if anyone was in our shared kitchen because I was terrified of small talk because whenever I did it I always made a complete arse of myself because I was so nervous. This meant that I spent a hell of a lot of money on pre-packaged food instead of properly cooking it. A massive source of guilt - I had to live off my parents money because my student loans barely even covered my accommodation costs.

I had a bit of a breakdown before my second year exams, but despite that still managed to get a 2.1 (second highest mark - between 60-69%) for the year as I did very well in coursework.

During the summer between second and final year, I took a small summer placement at the uni in the labs, kind of shadowing PhD students. It really stressed me out and I couldn't keep up with the work. I ended up crying a couple of times to my supervisor, because they asked if everything was okay.

Third year: lived with the third set of already-friends people. Coming out of my room was even harder and I barely made it through the first term. In the spring term, I wasn't leaving my bed or showering at all. Much of my coursework had suffered and a few things I didn't even manage to turn in. I suspended my course until the next year, just to re-sit my spring modules, complete my dissertation and do the final exams.

So, that year came around, I managed to complete my dissertation. I got 64 for it which I was disappointed with because it was worth such a big chunk of my final year grade and I had gotten 85% in the other graded pieces of work that counted towards it (the dissertation). I stayed up all night until the due date writing it because my problems were still just as bad. I could and should have gotten 70.
I broke down again before the exams and had to suspend again for a second year running.

So here I am now, after that year. My final exam is tomorrow. I prepared the best I could for all of my exams. Better than I ever have before. But once they started, I was thrown completely off because they were so far from what I expected, and at that point I hadn't even done an exam for 2 years. A lot of them have gone pretty awfully and I'm not even sure if I've passed a couple of my modules. The failed coursework really brought me down - I'm not good at exams at the best of times. I've been obsessively calculating my chances of a 2.1 by using the information of my coursework grades and estimating my exam grades by how well I remembered my revision (which I am confident was of 1st class quality).

If I'm lucky, I'll still get an Honours degree (provided I haven't failed any of my compulsory modules), but it'll be a 2.2. The most dreaded degree result anyone can get (aside from a 3rd, but almost nobody gets that). I can't re-take any of the exams because this is my absolute final chance at them that the uni can allow me.
A 2.2 in biomedical science won't get me anywhere.
I'm absolutely fucking devastated.
I am heartbroken.
The one chance I had to do something right in my life, to show people that I'm worth something, is gone. There is nothing I can do but cry.
I've been so depressed that I can't even move properly. I can't walk faster than a certain speed.
All because my parents didn't raise me to be able to cope with normal life. They raised me to expect pain and disappointment, and that is precisely what has let me down in this situation.

I had a chance at having a job and some money and a normal life. And now it's gone. It's completely gone. And I have to accept that I'll never get further than working retail.

My results are published on July 1st. I have already planned what I'm going to do that day.