for the first time in 19 years, i don't have to go back to school in the upcoming weeks. this is because instead of paying money to have people with PhDs yell at me all day, i now get paid to have people with PhDs yell at me all day. that's right... dun dun dun... i'm a working man.
one thing that i think i'm going to miss is the semi-intelligent conversation between peers and from student to professor. i don't really get that anymore. i mean sure, there's the old guy at work who will talk to me about something to do with engineering, like how his car's air intake was a bad design or some other shit that makes me want to take a screwdriver to my eye. unfortunately, that cannot compare to late-night drunken philosophical symposiums between close friends. i believe matt damon once said that drinking makes you talk real loud, but not tends not to matter because everything you say is real smart. what could be better than a verbal argument about the proper way to throw a frisbee down a dorm hall? "you gotta bounce it off the wall!" "fuck you and your wall! you gotta float that piece of shit!" sure, i could get drunk and argue with myself all night, but then i would always win, and where's the challenge in that?
i say "semi-intelligent" conversation between student and professor because most of the time, the shit i said didn't make much sense. a word of advice: it doesn't really matter. just talking in any class, from gender issues in literature to quantum physics, will practically get off any professor. they love that shit. i know because my grandma was a professor. her motto to learn by is "just write/read any ol' shit." why do you think i keep writing this stuff? speak up in class and you may even spark up a debate, which is a perfect way to waste away the time in class instead of drifting asleep and dreaming of what porn to masturbate to later that day.
let's go mets.
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