1) Huge lectures given by PhD’s who don’t give a crap because they’re teaching the most basic part of their field to a group of kids who are forced to take their class.. Nobody wins, tests are a cheat fest, I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me.
2) You have TA’s. People a couple years older than you studying for their own degree and consider teaching you another bump in the road.
I do not claim all professors or TA’s are like this, there are a few exceptional educators here, but they're more scarce than profanity in a Will Smith album. Going to class is listening to an audio book, and getting a piece of paper at the end, proof of purchase, $120,000 in four easy payments. Reading the overly priced textbooks teaches you more than going to class. If I was interested in a subject I’d read an extra book on it, when I asked a TA about it I’d be asked to stay on topic, yeah right he didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about. The quality of people that receive a degree scare me sometimes, this is the future of America? These people who have a hard time spelling and think Wedding Crashers is an intelligent comedy are college graduates? I’m embarrassed to go to the same school as most of these people.
Don’t be stupid get the degree and then follow your dream, it’s only four years, no matter what job you have a degree will get your more money/respect/testicular fortitude. I was listening to the radio one day, the guy was talking about pursuing your life goals and people who set money as their goal live unhappy lives. I look around the bus (where else would I be listening to the radio) people either chatted away on their phones or bobbed their head to whatever bomb musician they were listening to. He said that money comes and goes; some never run out while others can’t get any. There’s one thing that we can’t get more of and will run out no matter what, time. The only time we get is from when we start breathing till we stop, no more, no redos, a crappy time is non-refundable, ask your local dealer for more information. How can we put a price on life? I got off the bus and everyone continued whatever they were doing, I was off to sell my life at $8.50 an hour.
The other week I spent around 11 hours (not in one sitting) writing a five page report on Barack Obama’s American Opportunity Tax Credit. I handed it in during office hours, my TA looked at the title skimmed through it randomly putting checks and topped it off with an A-. Are you kidding me? 11 hours to write, 20 seconds to evaluate, when I asked him what was wrong with it he said, “I never give A’s”…well suck me off and shit on my nipples. I should’ve asked him for $93.50 (minus social security and medicare of course) it seems to be the going rate for my life. All this time I put into this work that will barely pay off, 15% of a 3-credit class, 120 credits to graduate. Hey it could be worse; I could be paying for this.
When does it stop? When do I get to do what I like? Judging by the way things were going, never. The American Dream is bullshit. The only thing I can compare it to is MC Escher’s Ascending and Descending, always climbing but never reaching. Every step you take they tell you it’ll be at the next one, then the next one, ad infinitum. How different is this from life, do good in elementary and middle school then you get to go to high school, you have more freedom and can even choose some classes. Wait till you get to college you can choose all your classes and have more freedom. Wait till you get a job, you’ll work and have more freedom. Wait till you get promoted, you’ll do less work and have more freedom. Where do I get off? When do I finally reach the top? The American dream is just getting promised free candy and then getting violently raped in the back of a windowless van by a guy who goes by the name of a household appliance. Mister, I want out of this fucking van.
Despite this, everyone follows these steps that lead to the molestation of what you used to call a life. I’m calling him out, BAD TOUCH! BAD TOUCH! I see past your lies, criticize the blue collar society? Last I noticed the only difference between you and them was the color. We slave our lives away for the promise of happiness, we delay it now to have it later. Maybe you’re OK with that, but I can’t live my life that way. I have childish dreams of being a writer, comedian or a poker player. Fuck a significant life, your life’s work will just be skimmed through with someone randomly placing checks on it. I’d rather enjoy it, there’s so much this world has to offer. There’s so much to see, cities and monuments, nature and boobs.
Spending four years here, then 5-10 minimum in a company, the idea makes me nauseous. The most important things I’ve learned have been from real people, people who’ve succeeded at life and aren’t forced to teach because they’ve failed. Life is the best teacher, how can we learn if we keep on postponing it? I need out of this system, I sent out my application to the University of Life and am waiting my answer. I’ll try to get to the top on my own because I know I’ll never reach it on these stairs, perhaps a ladder? Getting my degree in Journalism/Philosophy, I’ll throw away this hand, a poker tournament has never been won off of pocket Aces.
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