The joys of being a working college student
I spelled misery wrong.
Tomorrow, my dog starts up doggie daycare again for the first time in almost four years. Is the flood of emotions I feel dropping him off the same kind of feelings I will have when I drop my non four legged children off at school one day? Because if so, I don’t think I can handle it. Walking back to my car without him is probably the saddest thing I could ever imagine. I love my little doodle!
So, I’ve only been in school for about three weeks and I’m already done. The worst part of being a working college student is having to go to work directly after you get out of class. What’s a life? I wouldn’t know.
You know what else sucks? Being a single working college student while everyone else you know is in a relationship! Ya bunch of lame-os!
There’s only two bad things about going to community college. The first is that there is literally no parking. Ask anyone I go to school with where they parked today and they will most likely tell you they parked where they stop lettering the rows or in the “No Parking” zones. On my first day of class, I got really lucky and parked in the front row. I still have no idea how that even happened. I thank the parking lot gods every day for not letting me park beyond row “I”.
The second thing is the stigma that goes along with community college. I don’t care what you say about my school, it’s 5 minutes away from my house and it’s relatively cheap. I also have no student loans (yet), so in your face.
I was once talking to someone about school and they told me I should just go to one of the other colleges. Why would I go to a different college and pay more money for the same education? This person didn’t agree that we get the same education. I found it pretty rude that someone could bash another school so easily just because it’s a community college. I might be the oldest person in my classes but gosh darn, it I am going to finish what I started there! When I’m done I will venture out to another college.
Sometimes I wonder why certain professors became professors in the first place. I’m not saying all of them are bad, but I’m just curious. I have one professor who talks like he is constantly in a library. I can just barely make out what he says and I’m in the second row!
I had another teacher who was such a hard ass. I often wonder about him and how he still has a job. I hate him. Hate. Hate. Hate. I would love to cut off his pony tail and slap him in the face with it. You’re balding – why even have a pony tail? Idiot.
Now that the chilly weather is upon us, the girls have decided it’s time to break out the leggings and the Uggs. It’s not even that bad out. Most days it starts off chilly and is hot by afternoon time. I wore shorts to class one day and everyone had their winter garb on. I didn’t get the memo. Also, they all love their high waisted pants and cropped shirts. It’s really weird how everyone looks like they stepped out of the same closet and I’m sitting over here itching to wear my new cat hoodie. It has little cat faces on it. Don’t judge.
I don’t know who is in charge of guys’ fashion, but they need to be smacked upside the head. Knee high socks? What, are we in Catholic school? Gross. Not only that, but knee high socks and sandals. I cringe daily.
I was just reminded of this one kid in my class. He is such a douche bag. He’s one of those kids who just has to talk for no reason other than to hear himself speak and have all the attention on him. I’m sure everyone knows someone like that. If you don’t – you’re probably that person.
One day he was talking to someone about how his mom was complaining how she had so much to do. He literally said “You have nothing to complain about – you’re a stay at home mom.” I wanted to punch him. If I had a time machine, I would go back and tell him that his mom is busy taking care of his sorry ass all day. So yeah, she has a lot to do. He was also talking about how there are no hot girls in the class before us and I wanted to be like “You ain’t no prize!” but I guess that’s kind of mean. Oh well.
Well kids, I have about three exams to study for, so you all have yourself a fine semester. If you’ve already graduated, then I hate you – but in reality, I am envious.
Stay in school!