University is Not Club Med
Somewhere someplace some person started spreading the rumour that university is the equivalent of club med, I don’t know who or where this rumour surfaced from, but it seems to be a very prominent mode of thought at the U of S.
I went to see a play about a week ago, and there was this broadway junkie talking to some person he had just been introduced to from another friend, and he of course was a university student in some random major… If that. Anyway as he was blabbing inn the seat behind me he was talking about how he loves university, he only goes to half his classes most of the time and he said and I quote:
Broadway junkie: “Yeah I could be getting 70’s or 80’s rather than 50’s and 60’s but I mean I’m enjoying school you know? It’s just a good time even if I do fail a few classes here and there.”
Okay wait up a minute cause my brain can’t process this. You’re telling me that you’re okay with failing out of your classes and going to half of them because you’re having a good time? That’s your exact reason as a 3rd year student? And this is okay? You’re okay with paying 5700 a year to repeat this over and over again?
What the fuck are you thinking broadway junkie?
And It’s one thing for some rich spoiled brat being spoonfed and sent to university paid for them to fail out, but I can’t imagine that this guy’s parents were paying for him cause he looked like he was 25 minimum, and a greasy asshole to boot. I’m seteotypign I know but honestly, why are you there? Whjy are you wasting money?
You know you could just show up to university classes that you wanted to as often as you wanted to and not pay and I doubt anyone would notice. You wouldn’t have to fail midterms or anything you could just be there to find people to shoot up with or whatever it is that you actually DO at university.
Like honestly take that 5700 and go to club med, rather than spend 8 months sitting in a desk knowing that you will have to sit in that same desk in the same class next year cause you bombed the class.
And I find this ironic, when I was in high school I would talk to people who would tell me university is a waste of money because their _____ friend got his degree in ______ and now can’t get a job. Well two things I’ve come to understand:
1. not all of the dumbasses from high school are working at some shitty job going to the pat ever weekend, some actually for whatever reason decided to go to university and barely pass through all of their classes.
2. if you’re a moron it doesn’t matter if you have a ph.d no one will hire you.
So shut the fuck up and serve my kids freedom fries with your bachelors of fine arts degree asshole.
… not that there is anything wrong with fine arts.
See, the funny thing is I always laugh when someone I never expected to go to university in the first place drops out, I don’t know why. University as time consuming as it can be really isn’t that difficult. Except when you realize you haven’t done any work for the last two months and it piles up on you in at the very end of the year.
Everyone I talk to at this time of the year complains about how they are getting bent over a desk like a 50 cent prostitute. And I agree I am one of those people, the only difference is the prostitute gets paid while we pay to get bent.
I went to see a play about a week ago, and there was this broadway junkie talking to some person he had just been introduced to from another friend, and he of course was a university student in some random major… If that. Anyway as he was blabbing inn the seat behind me he was talking about how he loves university, he only goes to half his classes most of the time and he said and I quote:
Broadway junkie: “Yeah I could be getting 70’s or 80’s rather than 50’s and 60’s but I mean I’m enjoying school you know? It’s just a good time even if I do fail a few classes here and there.”
Okay wait up a minute cause my brain can’t process this. You’re telling me that you’re okay with failing out of your classes and going to half of them because you’re having a good time? That’s your exact reason as a 3rd year student? And this is okay? You’re okay with paying 5700 a year to repeat this over and over again?
What the fuck are you thinking broadway junkie?
And It’s one thing for some rich spoiled brat being spoonfed and sent to university paid for them to fail out, but I can’t imagine that this guy’s parents were paying for him cause he looked like he was 25 minimum, and a greasy asshole to boot. I’m seteotypign I know but honestly, why are you there? Whjy are you wasting money?
You know you could just show up to university classes that you wanted to as often as you wanted to and not pay and I doubt anyone would notice. You wouldn’t have to fail midterms or anything you could just be there to find people to shoot up with or whatever it is that you actually DO at university.
Like honestly take that 5700 and go to club med, rather than spend 8 months sitting in a desk knowing that you will have to sit in that same desk in the same class next year cause you bombed the class.
And I find this ironic, when I was in high school I would talk to people who would tell me university is a waste of money because their _____ friend got his degree in ______ and now can’t get a job. Well two things I’ve come to understand:
1. not all of the dumbasses from high school are working at some shitty job going to the pat ever weekend, some actually for whatever reason decided to go to university and barely pass through all of their classes.
2. if you’re a moron it doesn’t matter if you have a ph.d no one will hire you.
So shut the fuck up and serve my kids freedom fries with your bachelors of fine arts degree asshole.
… not that there is anything wrong with fine arts.
See, the funny thing is I always laugh when someone I never expected to go to university in the first place drops out, I don’t know why. University as time consuming as it can be really isn’t that difficult. Except when you realize you haven’t done any work for the last two months and it piles up on you in at the very end of the year.
Everyone I talk to at this time of the year complains about how they are getting bent over a desk like a 50 cent prostitute. And I agree I am one of those people, the only difference is the prostitute gets paid while we pay to get bent.
