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Bring on the Homework, Books & Teachers Dirty Looks

This week marks the official first week of the end of my life. I started classes at UVU this week. All the horribly painful classes I strategically avoided by majoring in English. All the incredibly difficult classes that are pre-requisites to applying to my Master's program. Like Chemistry, and Statistics and Physics and Anatomy. Blah.

Things I hate about college 2.0:

- You pay you right arm & 2 yrs of post-graduate income in tuition for 1 part-time semester. Then you pay your first born child, left leg and another year of income to cover books. No WONDER people take years off to save up for college - I make pretty good money and I still can't afford it all!!

- If you have a normal job, you can't do anything. You can't buy books because the Bookstore closes before you get out of class. You can't get a parking permit - because the office closes before you even get off of work. You can, however, get your student ID card that gives you access to absolutely nothing. Awesome.

Things I love about college 2.0:

- For a mere $40, you can get a night parking pass that allows you to steal precious parking from faculty members without getting a ticket. Bwa ha ha.

- My stats teacher is giving us extra credit for 'smiling in class and having a positive attitude'. I can totally fake that one - even in Stats!

- On the first day of class, my Life-span Development teacher said, 'If you came here to learn about Freud, you definitely have the wrong teacher. In fact, I do my absolute best to disprove every theory Freud ever had.' That is freaking awesome!! (Don't hate me if you're a Freud fan...I most certainly am not. But we can still be friends).

So, I guess it's not all bad. But if you never hear from me again - you know it was death by Sciences! I...Need...English...Classes...

Comments

Unknown said…
holy cow I totally know what you are talking about! School was so much cheaper the first time around. And regular colleges/universities are not kind to the rest of the population who works all day.

but on a side note...you should try calling me so we can moan about this together.

Oh on the plus side there are some very strange people going to school these days....very strange.
Jessica said…
Ugh, I suddenly don't feel so sad to be left out from all of the back-to-schooling. I hope it gets easier as you go and that it's totally worth it!
-M- said…
haha! I love your life-span development teacher. I couldn't agree more! And I was a psych major...

You can do this! And you could write about it to release your inner English major. :)

Loves!
Baby Sister said…
Ugh...I feel your pain. But don't you love the night class parking passes?? They're the best!! :D If ever you need chocolate, or anything like unto it, just let me know.

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