Finally, college. After what feels like a lifetime of education, going through the school system, taking exams that feel important but ultimately aren’t, taking the piss out of supply teachers, swearing like a tourrettes suffering freak, leaving homework ‘til the last minute, cutting and sticking, trading Pokemon cards, playing races at lunchtime and thinking that taking you shoes off made you faster, and learning countless subjects that don’t interest you, finally college begins. Where the ‘real’ work can be found, and where you get more freedom, and can stop learning all the subjects that previously nibbled at your brain like a hungry rat (with a fetish for brains). You’d think then, that it would all become serious, and proper hard work would begin. Well, not yet, apparently. Because I can never tell who’s reading this, I won’t specify the details of this story. Let’s just say that spending an hour and fifteen minutes constructing models out of simply pipe cleaners, paperclips, elastic bands, and some random scummy shit is not a way of learning. It’s a way of being patronised and frankly, insulted. I may have enjoyed it at the tender age of somewhere inbetween 2 and 8 years old, but at 16, hoping to learn to gain sufficient qualifications to hopefully enable me to move forward in the future and make a relative success of myself, it just isn’t quite right. I reckon there’s schools in Swaziland (lowest average life expectancy in the entire world) that have considerably better resources than what we had to use. I’d love to have a massive rant, (and go into some extravagant metaphors involving faeces, and maybe even incest) but to be honest, it’s probably not for the best, and I’m sure I’ve already repeated the expression of my over the top feelings to various friends far too often. So yeah, this is me bailing from a potential tirade. Doesn’t happen often...so take a mental picture, and frame that bad boy.
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