Jul 13, 2018
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senior year part 1 of 2
Tons of people say stuff like: "Oh, you read that on the internet? Then it can't be true." Or, "you can't learn this stuff on the internet. Because, it's the internet." But here's the reality: if it's good information... IT'S GOOD INFORMATION. Regardless of WHERE you learned it. It could be in a YouTube video, a book, law enforcement report, talking to someone, sitting in a lecture hall, watching a good movie, first hand experience, or listening to an instructor in a class. The internet is an incredible tool. Is it abused? Absolutely. But the internet has allowed amazing development of information. Not only can we pull up information with the click of a few buttons, but we're able to discuss topics with people halfway across the world in an instant. There has never been a time when information is so readily accessible and available in such large quantity. (And no, I don't think the library of Alexandria can compare) So... just because you "learned it on the internet" doesn't make it inherently wrong. The real question is... do you have the discernment to know if something is good or bad? It's sad, but discernment and common sense is uncommon these days... THAT is what people need. Study. Get discernment. Have an open mind. #LearnStuffs #AllTheKnowledge #AlwaysLearning #NeverGraduating #AlwaysAStudent
I always wondered why people were scared of graduating
Every semester as we neared finals and graduation I envied. I wanted to be one of those that walked across the stage and to the other side that represented freedom. Those I congratulated met me with shaking smiles but an overwhelming sense of fear. Why? We are so close and now you get cold feet?
Now I can see why. After five years I will be graduating with two degrees, a BS and a BA. It wasn't until very recently my plans for graduate school changed. All I wanted to do was become a teacher but now after years of saying ‘the system will get better by the time I graduate’ I have come to the conclusion I was lying to myself. My mother’s pay has been frozen for the past six years, her deductible has gone up every one of those. Her insurance has gotten so pitiful I had to be transferred onto my fathers while my mother jokes with a sad smile, “If I got cancer I would die.” But it isn't a joke. She has been a teacher for more than twelve fucking years, nearing retirement age but there is nothing to support her.
People kept playing with my future career, the people that do so not even teachers themselves but chosen, not elected. I took a hard look at the horizon and I didn't see freedom. I saw a world where if you’re not at the top you are going down fast. I chose a degree that would make me money but now I’m realizing I don’t want the job I pursue for the rest of my life to be something I hate.
It’s not like before where you can skip from careers. Now for a starting position you need years of experience. If you want a good wage you need to give time and lots of it. We are told to choose fast at the age of 18 so we can work up a golden resume in college, because you are going to need a golden paycheck to support yourself. I am looking at the future and seeing nightmares.
You know what kind of school you are in when the environment is better for guests than students.
Never Graduating
You will see it sadly too many times in college. It will be a day where kids are touring the campus or donors come to visit. Suddenly you go to classes and everything looks nicer. There are tables set out, buses that always remain on time (reserved for visiting parties), and food you have never seen before in the cafeteria. You enjoy these days because for once the food looks like you want to eat it but in the back of your mind you want to warn the prospective students that this isn’t what life here is like.
The other week we had one of these days and I realized something. The school already has my money, so while I’m here I don’t get the good food or the nice gifts. I get the underpaid, unhappy professors in bullshit classes, the food that is under cooked, dry, and served in small portions, with the constant construction and “betterment” for incoming students. The school craves new students and can’t bring themselves to care for the ones they already have.
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I hate it when teachers roll their eyes when you say a class is useless. I know a useless class when I am in one after being stuck in a college for five years. I can tell when a professor doesn't care and I have felt those classes that inspire. A useless class is something that doesn't better me. Where I go to class for the grade, not the experience. I have gone to classes for my major that I know I am required to take just so the degree has hours, some being upper levels that I have no care to take. At the same time I see classes I yearn to learn from but I’m not allowed to just because I don’t have time.
Coffee has given life to a part of me people don't want to see.
NeverGraduating in a late night study session
Opening Song!
For my first post of my new blog, I have a song for all of you!
I've got credits and classes of plenty
I've got hours and honors galore
You want electives?
I've got 20!
But who cares, no big deal
They want more.
I am sadly, in my 5th senior year
Trudging along, tryin to graduate,
One hundred and thirty five hours, under my belt
But what is it worth
If I live in dispair
and make it out of here with none of my hair
For all of this work,
For the rest of my life
I'll be in debt!