A silent hell': The night Andrew Luck broke down,

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Originally Posted by JAFF

This is not that big of a deal. It could be any number of things. I had classes cancelled after the first day because they didnt get enough people to sign up. Professors left for another institution. You have no real information that he cant handle his life.

Directly from the article (look at the bold part):

THE EXISTENTIAL STRESS is real stress a few weeks later at Stanford, as Luck exits his philosophy of education class, exhausted and overwhelmed. It's the second week of school. We enter a café. He stands in front of a coffee machine, and I ask him about his day.
"It's really, uh -- you want anything?"
He fixes himself an espresso, his second of the morning. He looks like a college student -- flannel shirt, backpack, beat-up Stanford hat, which happens to be from his undergrad days -- and is fretting like one, worried about the course load, all of which is more complicated with a young family. He already dropped a class after feeling too close to the line of "losing touch" with Nicole and the kids, a boundary that after Holland he promised himself and the family he'd never cross, a reminder that his quarterback self, the guy who could so easily and ruthlessly exclude everything in life except the task at hand, is still in there. The photo on his Stanford ID is still the one he took at age 18, during his first days on campus. Little about the experience is familiar, except when he drops by the football offices. As a freshman and now, Luck came to campus wanting to be something. Back then, the choice was clear -- and felt less like a choice than it does now.