I hate college kids. Bunch of little fucktards that think they're adults running around and being shit heads to one another. God, I hate college freshmen, so smug in their new independence.
I never really was a freshman in college. I started taking college classes when I was 15 and dropped out of high school to focus on college. Not that that helped me much, as it still took me seven years to get a degree. When I started college full time I was a sophomore. I was a junior by the end of that year and a senior into the next. It's what 17, 18, and 20 hour semesters accumulate to.
But then you get disillusioned with it all. You second guess your choices. Do I really want to be a chemical engineer? Are these repetitive processes and rote calculations all I have to look forward to for the next twenty years? I dropped out of college two times. I changed majors twice as well. I ended up studying physics. Interesting, and with some practical applications.
I ended my college career taking all freshmen level gen ed classes. The college of engineering had different general education requirements than the other colleges and I hadn't thought I needed classes like Biology or Music Appreciation. It was then I realized that once you find what you want to do in college all classes outside of that discipline become harder. It's hard to make yourself read the Inferno when you know it's not helping you find the heat capacity in a system. It's hard to appreciate the merit of Vivaldi's concertos when your mind is wrapped around wave functions. What does it matter what type of scales a fish has when you're more interested in the application of Bernoulli's principle to the stream it's swimming in?
I can tell you I'm biased for engineering degrees. When I tell someone I'm studying physics, or that I have a degree in physics they exclaim that I must be a genius. I don't hear anyone say that about people who study philosophy or psychology or business or English or history or any other field of study. The amount of money I expect to make baffles my friends who are all biologists and food scientists and crap like that. They can't grasp it. I know I can hop into a senior level history course and pass it (I made a B) but there isn't any way that a History major has a prayer of taking Quantum Mechanics and passing.
My overall view on college is that it's worth it. Degrees aren't worth much when you have one, but not having one hurts you in today's society. I graduated. Big deal. I attended my graduation, stood in the back of the crowd, listened as my peers got their diplomas, had a cigar when they reached my college, and left when they skipped my name since I wasn't on stage. That was the culmination of over half a decade of study? A speech telling me to use my degree for the good of the state of Arkansas? Now what? I've been so focused on reaching this point that I never really thought about what to do once I reach it. Do I go to grad school? Is that worth it? Do I start life? Am I ready to? Is it time for the family thing? Now that I'm out, the world never really has looked this big.
I never really was a freshman in college. I started taking college classes when I was 15 and dropped out of high school to focus on college. Not that that helped me much, as it still took me seven years to get a degree. When I started college full time I was a sophomore. I was a junior by the end of that year and a senior into the next. It's what 17, 18, and 20 hour semesters accumulate to.
But then you get disillusioned with it all. You second guess your choices. Do I really want to be a chemical engineer? Are these repetitive processes and rote calculations all I have to look forward to for the next twenty years? I dropped out of college two times. I changed majors twice as well. I ended up studying physics. Interesting, and with some practical applications.
I ended my college career taking all freshmen level gen ed classes. The college of engineering had different general education requirements than the other colleges and I hadn't thought I needed classes like Biology or Music Appreciation. It was then I realized that once you find what you want to do in college all classes outside of that discipline become harder. It's hard to make yourself read the Inferno when you know it's not helping you find the heat capacity in a system. It's hard to appreciate the merit of Vivaldi's concertos when your mind is wrapped around wave functions. What does it matter what type of scales a fish has when you're more interested in the application of Bernoulli's principle to the stream it's swimming in?
I can tell you I'm biased for engineering degrees. When I tell someone I'm studying physics, or that I have a degree in physics they exclaim that I must be a genius. I don't hear anyone say that about people who study philosophy or psychology or business or English or history or any other field of study. The amount of money I expect to make baffles my friends who are all biologists and food scientists and crap like that. They can't grasp it. I know I can hop into a senior level history course and pass it (I made a B) but there isn't any way that a History major has a prayer of taking Quantum Mechanics and passing.
My overall view on college is that it's worth it. Degrees aren't worth much when you have one, but not having one hurts you in today's society. I graduated. Big deal. I attended my graduation, stood in the back of the crowd, listened as my peers got their diplomas, had a cigar when they reached my college, and left when they skipped my name since I wasn't on stage. That was the culmination of over half a decade of study? A speech telling me to use my degree for the good of the state of Arkansas? Now what? I've been so focused on reaching this point that I never really thought about what to do once I reach it. Do I go to grad school? Is that worth it? Do I start life? Am I ready to? Is it time for the family thing? Now that I'm out, the world never really has looked this big.
