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Showing posts with label college. Show all posts

Sunday, August 19, 2012

6 Things Nobody Tells You About Going to College

Let me begin with an excerpt from Dr. Douchebaggles McHappyturd, president of every university ever created, during his annual welcome note to the sea of incoming freshmen that he will likely never actually interact with:

“Hello, my name is Dr. Douchebaggles McHappyturd, and I would like to personally welcome you, the class of *FILL IN YEAR*, to this exciting new school year at *SCHOOL NAME*. Like in every movie ever created, you will attend ridiculous parties on yachts, make unbreakable life long friendships, and come out with a badass fulfilling job in the end.”

Except absolutely no part of that is true.

1. TAs are Nazis
For the most part, the purpose of a TA is to assist a professor with the shaping of young minds. In reality, all they end up doing is patrolling the aisles of the classroom to make sure you aren’t on Facebook. This marginal sense of importance often goes to their head and results in some of the most hilarious and embarrassing TA-students interactions of all time.


2. Getting sick is like plummeting into the bowels of hell
You will never realize how miserable and lonesome your existence is until the first time you get sick and are completely on your own. Aside from the crippling depression that will befall you from realizing how lonely you are, being sick and having to take care of yourself requires both money (off brand Tylenol costs HOW much?), and time (“Dr. Turdypants, I promise, I really am about to die this time. Please let me reschedule the test!”), two luxuries you really can’t afford.


3. Parties are never as good in real life as they are in film
I’m not sure what it is about Hollywood that manages to make everything seem substantially cooler than its reality counterpart, perhaps it’s the scripted dialog, perhaps the obligatory slutty-bitch-gets-pushed-in-the-pool-in-slow-motion action; regardless, it’s never like the movies.

What actually happens at a freshman college party:
8:00pm – Inform friends of potential party
10:00pm – Decide to go to party
11:00pm – Arrive at party
11:04pm – Be told the alcohol connection fell through, but “it’s cool”
11:06pm - Watch a game of beer pong with the 6 warm beers that are left
11:10pm – pronounce the party as “lame” and leave


4. No one actually redefines who they are
There seems to be some odd understanding of college as being the place where you can completely forget who you’ve been for the past 18 years and invent a persona unbeknownst to your family and friends. This usually works for about two weeks, until everyone realizes that you were a wiener in high school and will thus, likely continue treating you like said wiener.


5. Everyone will be better than you at everything
In high school you may have been hot shit. But go to college and you very quickly realize that people do some crazy shit to get to go to college for free. My freshman year I met someone who spent a year in Australia studying marsupials and caring for baby kangaroos. How the hell am I supposed to compete with this:
This is what a $25,000 a year scholarship looks like.

Moral of the story, stop pretending you’re a demigod. Because you’re not.


6. School spirit is a total bitch
The first week of freshman year is generally dedicated to indoctrinating you with the culture of the school, and this is just fine and dandy if the victim is a willing participant.

90% of the time, this isn’t the case.

Generally, this results in a giant group of pathetic looking freshman being forced to chant, scream, and awkwardly do full body motions against their will in the presence of total strangers. Because nothing says school unity like looking stupid in unison.  

Sunday, August 12, 2012

4 Reasons why I Didn’t (and Still Don’t) Deserve my Bachelors Degree


After four years of grueling work, little sleep and plenty of hangover-induced fights with daylight, I graduated college. Though I wasn’t particularly looking forward to announcing to the world that I was now officially unemployed, I reluctantly pranced across a stage waving a piece of paper to appease my parents.

And that’s it.

That was the last time my BA in Political Science was of any use to me. First I blamed the economy. Then I blamed my major. Chances are, it was probably just my fault.

1. It Really Belongs to Wikipedia
Let it be known to the world that I, Shalott Cecchini, am a chronic procrastinator. And though I swear to change, every semester ends up being exactly the same.

I start out with the best of intentions, I really do. I read the syllabus, I buy the books, and sometimes I even show up to the first couple weeks of class. Then as usual, I pretend I have better stuff to do and just stop showing up. 

Usually, this means that by finals week I’ve submitted a variety of half-assed papers and know absolutely nothing about the class.

Well, shit.

Lucky for me, Wikipedia holds the solutions to 99% of my problems. As it turns out, temporarily memorizing the entire history of human rights violations conducted in Argentina in one night is much easier than actually reading the books on your syllabus.

2. I Am A Dirty, Dirty Liar
Sometimes your procrastinating ways end up biting you in the ass. Sometimes you forget to enroll for classes until the day before the semester starts. And sometimes, that means taking a class on British Satire with mandatory attendance at 6pm on a Friday night.

When I managed to score two tickets to a Blink 182 concert, I knew the only thing standing between me and a night of unadulterated awesomeness was a 6pm British satire exam.

So I lied.

With perfectly calculated tears in my eyes I proceeded to tell my professor the devastating news of my senile, albeit favorite, grandmother’s overnight passing while vacationing in Bermuda. Naturally, he understood that recovering the body of my newly defunct grandmother from a foreign land was probably more important than some midterm exam, so off to the concert I went.

3. Online Classes are Total Bullshit
To be completely honest, I’m actually quite proud about this one.

As luck would have it, I discovered the importance of filling your degree plan with useless online courses early on during my stint in academia. Gone were the days of stumbling to class in my pajamas (presuming I actually went to class). Every test was online, the interwebz were my textbook, I was queen of the world!

4. I Know Absolutely Nothing About Anything
I wish I could pretend this wasn’t true. It’s almost shameful. Almost. And then I realize that though it still means I probably don’t deserve to have a degree, this one wasn’t entirely my fault.

If the three previous examples are in any way indicative of how alarmingly easy it is to fake it till’ you make it, then chances are no else actually knows anything either.

Which, for the most part, makes me feel surprisingly better about myself.