School Daze
I know, unclever title, but that's how I feel. I wake up. Go to school, wander about the campus in an sleep deprived, cigarette induced haze all day, then I take a few classes which make me confuse the English language with French, so I'm still wandering thinking to myself, "Je me demande combien torture plus je vais avoir à endurer avant que je peux soit allé à la maison ce soir."* Then I realize, "I need to stop taking French when I'm thinking in it." Then I realize these four years (7 if you're me) we call college are some of the greatest times you'll have. You'll fall asleep in your car and miss class. You'll make witty comments and all the people in class will like you. You'll even fail an economics quiz or two. All in the name of higher education. So take this daze and cherish it, for you can't mooch off your parents forever.
Once you've started your fourth year of college and you're still a sophomore, things start to get a little hectic. Not that I'm stupid, but as you can see, I'm a little bit of a drinker. And well sometimes you just have to make sacrifices when it comes to school. I did, and now I'm paying for it. In blood, sweat, and bic pens. My favourite kid in class is the kid who never has a pen. He scours through his book bag, stands up and checks his pockets, looks through the bag one more time, then he quietly says, "Hey you have a pen I can use?" You look at him and say, "Idiot, it's behind your ear."
Professors though are my favorite people in the world at school. They always look a mess. Like they just came back from a hard tour in Iraq. Their hair is all disheveled. They never know where their attendance log is, and when you ask them to elaborate on something they say, "Oh you don't really need to worry about that." Then why bring it up in the first place? But really, professors dedicate their lives to educating the ruthless, deviant, misguided youth of America. What else could be better than that? Oh yeah, maybe running a brush through that hair.
College is a lot like high school. There are cliques. There are fights. There are suck ups. There are class clowns. I thought that my life was going to be so much different after I graduated high school, 4 years ago. Instead, I just have a higher paying job, and a lot less free time. I want to go back to high school where my biggest stressor was who I was going to take to the prom. Not if I don't get this contract out by 3:30pm, someone might actually kill me. The simple days of acne and akwardness. Whatever happened to that?.
However, college is a lot more fun that high school, just in the area that you can get up and leave the room whenever you want. You can go to the bathroom without asking. You can go outside and answer your cell phone. You can just get up and leave if you don't feel too guilty. Maybe it's easier to cut class in college because your professor is distracted by their overheads that they don't realize that you're not even there.
Another absolutely wonderful thing about college, is that you get homework. Everyday. I mean in high school, you had like all of this free time when you weren't, in the marching band, playing sports, illegally drinking when your friend's parents weren't home, or just sitting there in a IM induced coma, and you had like one assignment a week. In college where we have to basically support our drinking habits by working menial jobs, we get projects every other day. Have to sit through 3 hour lectures on rocks, and basically rot away on the computer typing into search engines, "Life After Napoleon: Was it All Fun and Games?" How about that for a social life? I'm thinking I would rather be drinking illegally in my friend's backyard.
College really looses its edge after a few years though. You realize that you hate walking across campus in 10 feet of snow. You also realize that you hate to walk. There have been times I've had to run across campus in like 2.5 seconds because a teacher decided to keep us after class, and I really wish that I had a Van Wilder-type golf cart to hop into. Then I realized that I would just have to dodge people the whole time and it would take me longer to get to class. And I'd probably just fall asleep in the back seat anyway.
Well all in all, college is something that we all need to suck up and go through. In the end, you'll get a fabulous little piece of paper that your parents probably paid upwards of $100K for you to get. And think of all the things you could have bought with that instead. Well, I guess a bright future is okay, but couldn't they give out gold watches too?
*translation: I wonder how much more torture I am going to have to endure before I can go home tonight
Once you've started your fourth year of college and you're still a sophomore, things start to get a little hectic. Not that I'm stupid, but as you can see, I'm a little bit of a drinker. And well sometimes you just have to make sacrifices when it comes to school. I did, and now I'm paying for it. In blood, sweat, and bic pens. My favourite kid in class is the kid who never has a pen. He scours through his book bag, stands up and checks his pockets, looks through the bag one more time, then he quietly says, "Hey you have a pen I can use?" You look at him and say, "Idiot, it's behind your ear."
Professors though are my favorite people in the world at school. They always look a mess. Like they just came back from a hard tour in Iraq. Their hair is all disheveled. They never know where their attendance log is, and when you ask them to elaborate on something they say, "Oh you don't really need to worry about that." Then why bring it up in the first place? But really, professors dedicate their lives to educating the ruthless, deviant, misguided youth of America. What else could be better than that? Oh yeah, maybe running a brush through that hair.
College is a lot like high school. There are cliques. There are fights. There are suck ups. There are class clowns. I thought that my life was going to be so much different after I graduated high school, 4 years ago. Instead, I just have a higher paying job, and a lot less free time. I want to go back to high school where my biggest stressor was who I was going to take to the prom. Not if I don't get this contract out by 3:30pm, someone might actually kill me. The simple days of acne and akwardness. Whatever happened to that?.
However, college is a lot more fun that high school, just in the area that you can get up and leave the room whenever you want. You can go to the bathroom without asking. You can go outside and answer your cell phone. You can just get up and leave if you don't feel too guilty. Maybe it's easier to cut class in college because your professor is distracted by their overheads that they don't realize that you're not even there.
Another absolutely wonderful thing about college, is that you get homework. Everyday. I mean in high school, you had like all of this free time when you weren't, in the marching band, playing sports, illegally drinking when your friend's parents weren't home, or just sitting there in a IM induced coma, and you had like one assignment a week. In college where we have to basically support our drinking habits by working menial jobs, we get projects every other day. Have to sit through 3 hour lectures on rocks, and basically rot away on the computer typing into search engines, "Life After Napoleon: Was it All Fun and Games?" How about that for a social life? I'm thinking I would rather be drinking illegally in my friend's backyard.
College really looses its edge after a few years though. You realize that you hate walking across campus in 10 feet of snow. You also realize that you hate to walk. There have been times I've had to run across campus in like 2.5 seconds because a teacher decided to keep us after class, and I really wish that I had a Van Wilder-type golf cart to hop into. Then I realized that I would just have to dodge people the whole time and it would take me longer to get to class. And I'd probably just fall asleep in the back seat anyway.
Well all in all, college is something that we all need to suck up and go through. In the end, you'll get a fabulous little piece of paper that your parents probably paid upwards of $100K for you to get. And think of all the things you could have bought with that instead. Well, I guess a bright future is okay, but couldn't they give out gold watches too?
*translation: I wonder how much more torture I am going to have to endure before I can go home tonight
posted by Allison at 2:10 AM
1 Comments:
A gold watch? Huh.. I think if you graduation they should give you a new car or something. I mean look at all we have to suffer for, just to leave college with no job, no money, and more time on our hands to illegally drink.
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