hey no seriously though if you’re in college check your email all the time
i don’t just mean because profs send most important stuff via blackboard and email or whatever
but because it is the most reliable method of getting so much free stuff
the first week of the semester i got an email mentioning you could show up to the dorm common room one evening and get a free succulent guess who has a succulent now
literally this morning i got an email about how apparently it’s my honors college’s 30th birthday and there would be cake in the study suite. like 5 fucking people showed up so they just let us have as much cake as we want, i ate like two pieces and took one home in a tupperware, they also gave me a mug, a lanyard, and like 3 pens i am living like a fucking king
weird bits of your college are willing to feed and furnish you but they only communicate through email, check your email for cake
The elitism in academia infuriates me. I’m reading this article for school and the author is so visibly elated by her own enlightenment that the thing is almost fucking unreadable. It is so much more dense and inaccessible than it needs to be. The article is fucking excellent! I love the topic, I love the author’s approach and ideas. But it is just. so. dense.
I have to reread each paragraph several times trying to figure out what the fuck she is saying because the complexity of the language is so far beyond being scholarly or professional. It is written this way on purpose to alienate readers, to separate people who can drag themselves through the muddy language on their goddamn elbows and people who cannot. It is a ridiculous practice of superiority and it pisses me off. This is an incredible article and I’m fucking lucky I can trudge through it but anyone without relative familiarity on this subject? They would be fucked.
Anyone who likes school is not valid. Everything about school is awful and pointless.
say it louder for the people in the back
I liked school. It was a hell of a lot better than working and paying rent. The bad part was my parents being mad at me for being bad at it, but at least I could yell at them without being fired.
So. I made this post because yesterday I was really bitter that school started back up again. Most of the time school is just annoying at best.
My opinion of school as a concept though is a lot more complicated than that, though. The basics of it is that school is a really great idea, but the way it is run right now is fundamentally flawed and disadvantages anyone who doesn’t fit into a very narrow box, and I don’t think that’s fair.
But yeah. I just made this post yesterday because I was really annoyed and couldn’t imagine any more of it. I probably will end up missing school (because it’s easy for me) once I get out. But at the moment? I really can’t wait for it to be done.
Oh, school just started again? Rip.
School is definitely handled poorly, and at the end of grade 12 I fucking hated it and just wanted it to be over too, but compared to “real life” it was a godsend. If you can stand it, live with your parents as long as possible and don’t work in customer service, ever.
Until then good luck and I hope school isn’t too tough on you
Yeah. It just.. kinda sucks. Winter break is my favorite part of the year.
Honestly, yeah. I’m not going to rush out of living with my parents. Hell, really, I’m probably just going to take it relatively easy for a while. I’ll get a job eventually, but.. I probably won’t be able to afford stuff immediately anyway.
Thanks.
That’s the one really undeniably good part of school, you actually get a break over the holidays. Like, more than a few days. And you don’t even have to ask more than two months in advance. I really took that for granted as a kid more than anything else I think.
Yeah, I definitely realized that… It’s my last winter break. It’s my last year of decent breaks. It is really nice.
alright don’t be mad but. i never read the great gatsby. i know i was supposed to. yes, it was assigned to us. i even know, more or less, what happens in the book. technically, i wrote an essay about it, i think, once or twice.
at the time, i hadn’t read any book assigned to me. ever. it wasn’t that i didn’t like to read. i loved reading. but homework took place in a function of my brain that i couldn’t access. i would sit in libraries or at my desk and just. not do my homework. i spent hours like this, days like this, years like this. just not doing what was assigned to me, no matter the consequences, no matter how badly i wanted to be doing it. i just wouldn’t. and i wouldn’t go to class because i didn’t want to deal with the fact i didn’t do the homework. and then i wouldn’t get the homework. so i didn’t do it.
i remember realizing while i was doing college applications that i had actually, real-life fucked up. that it was permanent, what i had done. that i had a C- of an average and no future to look rosy at. and i still couldn’t make myself do things. i tried to submit applications only to realize i’d shoved off the date to the very last moment. and i was fucked.
it takes me three years and two transfers and three new starts before i am actually real-life trained how to study, how to read, how to enjoy being assigned things.
and i watch parents of my students yell at students for being the same person i was six years ago: screaming at an A-, confused at skipped classes, punishing missed homework. and these students don’t have an answer. they just don’t do things. even if they want to. and they look at me, confused and defeated and without an answer for their parents. “i just can’t,” i hear a lot, and i understand.
parents don’t like “executive dysfunction” as a reason. “anxiety” and “depression” are often misdiagnosed as “procrastinating” and “lazy”. kids just learn they’re like this. that they’re always going to be. that it’s their fault, permanently. they are surrounded by books they didn’t read. and it doesn’t feel good. it feels like suffocating.
today i started “the great gatsby.” i promise. one day, it’ll feel easy.
we really gotta talk about this more I had no idea other people were like this
ifesbob 