A Real Downer

My dad always tells me about how "college is the best four years of your life", which puts a lot of pressure on a girl to be happy. I certainly never was.

I could never find a niche for myself at my first school. It was the right place for me intellectually; there were a lot of smartass weirdos like myself hanging about campus, but then there were also a lot of social climbers and people who wanted to work at Goldman Sachs and other a$sholes of that sort.

The dorm building was something on 100 years old and hadn't been properly remodeled since. There was a mouse living in our wall. Several of my friends became pre-diabetic because the food was so bad. Many of the professors were rude and imcomptent (but mostly rude). The administration was difficult to deal with, and far more difficult to deal with sleep deprived. And we were always sleep deprived.

But worst of all was the tuition -- I couldn't figure out just what I was paying so much money for! My parents were always on me to take as many classes as possible because they were spending so much money! And they were! I was stressed and miserable all the time.

It would be nice to have a degree, but as as things stand, there's no way I'm going to be able to pull it off.  I wish that things were different.  I really enjoy learning, and it's too bad that higher education is now being run like any other large corporation.
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Dec 5, 2012