there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator
see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this
Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance.
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom.
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”
Man, I miss college. It was pretty much the best thing ever. I got to take classes on Tolkien and T.S. Eliot and quantum physics and Jewish medical ethics and ancient Greek religion and art appreciation and music theory and the biochemistry of the brain and renaissance architecture and seriously, you guys, they let me take these classes and THEN HANG OUT WITH THE PROFESSORS AND TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF and I had a dorm hallway full of other girls eager to make new friends and I had a secret and very illegal toaster oven in which I made tiny cookies and had tea with my new friends and there were dorm hijinks and I walked to football games on Saturday and studied on the lawns outside beautiful buildings and it was the heyday of Napster so I was able to download like eight different versions of the Faure requiem and always had people to watch movies with and
HOLY SHIT MY LIFE WILL NEVER BE THAT GOOD AGAIN THEY DESIGNED HEAVEN FOR LEARNING-OBSESSED EXTROVERTS AND I ONLY GOT TO SPEND FOUR YEARS THERE
*sob*
My big advice is don’t make the mistake I did and go to grad school.
Me: I miss college. I should go get more college.
Grad School: Hey remember all the things you enjoyed about college? The esoteric, weird classes you got to take? The socializing? The free time? YOU GET NONE OF THAT. YOU GET A THREE YEAR GRIND SPRINT OF ONE SUBJECT (admittedly my own fault, I am insane and finished a six year degree in two and a half years. Because I’m insane.) AND NONE OF THOSE WEIRD OUTSIDE CLASSES, ALSO ENJOY YOUR HORRIFIC DEBT. FREE TIME? HAHAHAH. SOCIALIZING? HAHAHA NO.
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