I know it's not a new thing but, like, man what did I learn? When I started school at 17 I was fairly real about it, like, I knew a BA in Creative Writing was a bad idea but it really feels like 4 years ago me just sent a steaming bag of poop to present day me. Or she set an alarm, only loud enough for me to hear, that goes off periodically and says, "Knock, knock, who's there, opportunity, just kidding he saw the certificate from the window and skipped your house."
I don't necessarily think it's just my degree choice, although it would have helped to look into something marginally more profitable. Honestly, what I've learned is that I can get an A+ without ever going to class (not because I'm special, but because the course is nothing special), that a class of 1000 people can be adequately conducted by a racist, and to give the widest smiles to the oldest men because that is how you make connections. Again, this is not a new thing but I somehow thought I'd be able to avoid it.
So people are now asking me if I'm going to grad school and calling me brave for going out into the real world to face true suffering but for real, the thought of three more years in this institution (at least right now) makes me want to hurl. Every semester is like three hours aboard the teacups. If anything, I guess I've got a stronger stomach now. Maybe that's how I'll make money after I graduate: by placing bets with small children re. who can ride the tilt-a-whirl the longest. I've got tens of thousands of dollars worth of training in holding on tight while I get jerked about mechanically by a system designed to make people ill.
