Ever look around a situation you're in only to realize that you hate everything you've become to get to that point? It seems that every weekend as I'm drunkenly standing in someone's house who I barely know I get this burning sensation in my chest. And maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's the thought that I know I've betrayed who I truly am as a person.
You want to know what college is actually about?
It's about going away to meet new people in an environment that is conducive for drinking, fucking, and skipping class. And you get all this and more at the price of tuition and board. Welcome to a educational system that essential nickel-and-dimes you to use single ply-toliet paper. An educational system where the value of the degree is lessened simply because a degree reads "University of Kentucky" instead of "Vanderbilt."An educational system that honestly give a fuck about the students, just the dollar sign that they represent.
I don't know about that, man. I certainly share your suspicions about the aims of the educational system, but the fact that some/many/most college students devote themselves to drinking, drugging, & drabbing doesn't mean that that's what college is for, does it? I did my fair share of d3 in college, but I also met Ionesco and Beckett and Baraka, and they're still dear to me.
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