WHAT THE CHEESE IS HAPPENING
Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 4:22 am
So in the past week I have learned to drive, and taken it up almost daily from...monthly. If that. I started college, which considering it's around 36 miles away and I enjoy showers, entails getting up at 5 AM. Normally, I went to bed at 5 AM.
Basically, my life has become a soul-sucking vortex of pain and annoyance. Much of my time is used for studying (and the inevitable nap from exhaustion), and I feel like recycled death warmed over. I despise having things hanging over my head in the form of assignments. Despise it.
Everyone in my family is like "Give it a semester. YOU'LL ENJOY IT AND IT WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU AND YOU'VE ALREADY PAID FOR IT AND YOU'LL BE DISAPPOINTED LATER IN LIFE IF YOU QUIT NOW". So yeah, making me actively wish to die is good for me now. No wonder most adults are in a bad mood all the time, not to mention opinionated. Not to mention I discovered coffee is actually a diuretic earlier today when half a cup nearly made me rupture my bladder. I haven't used a public turlet since last December. I remember the day, since it's such a rare event. Before that, it was years. Not to mention I think I'd only be disappointed in myself if I quit college in order to play more video games, as opposed to quitting it and finding a computer trade school of some sort.
Not to mention my blood chills over every time I consider that the info I'm paying $2000 for can be found on the internet and a library for free. And they don't require waking up at unholy hours and combating the desire to say "THE BLEEPS TO YOU, SIR COLLEGE" and going back to bed. Basically, by the end of four semesters I'll have put myself thigh deep in debt for a little piece of paper that says "This kid actually knows some stuff", when there's probably some random dude on the internet who put less time and effort (and moolah) into it that knows just as much, if not more, than I do. Yet I'd likely get a job sooner than him since I'm certified with a degree. How is that fair?
Keep in mind, I really don't mind the computer stuff. I know a lot of it already, so it's fairly easy, at leas the first week. The only challenging thing so far has been programming logic, and I'm still not sure I understand psuedocode in a practical manner (But it's the weekend, and I don't give a rip). What I mind is the prerequisites. I despise even the concept of them. "You must study English, cooking, Spanish and obscure 13.5th century history in order to get a degree certifying you can code, repair, build and use computers in an effective manner." There is...nothing so senseless as that. I don't even want a dirty degree, just the compy knowledge. But apparently they don't do that. -_- Not enough money in it, I think.
I don't even mind my teachers so much. There's one I feel fairly certain I'm not going to get along with, but after my security class, I'm not even going to name him/her or the class since I know there's really no effective way to guarantee that info doesn't get back to him/her.
Basically, that's where I've been, and the idea of two years of this drives me to despair. The idea of Monday drives me to despair.
Basically, my life has become a soul-sucking vortex of pain and annoyance. Much of my time is used for studying (and the inevitable nap from exhaustion), and I feel like recycled death warmed over. I despise having things hanging over my head in the form of assignments. Despise it.
Everyone in my family is like "Give it a semester. YOU'LL ENJOY IT AND IT WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU AND YOU'VE ALREADY PAID FOR IT AND YOU'LL BE DISAPPOINTED LATER IN LIFE IF YOU QUIT NOW". So yeah, making me actively wish to die is good for me now. No wonder most adults are in a bad mood all the time, not to mention opinionated. Not to mention I discovered coffee is actually a diuretic earlier today when half a cup nearly made me rupture my bladder. I haven't used a public turlet since last December. I remember the day, since it's such a rare event. Before that, it was years. Not to mention I think I'd only be disappointed in myself if I quit college in order to play more video games, as opposed to quitting it and finding a computer trade school of some sort.
Not to mention my blood chills over every time I consider that the info I'm paying $2000 for can be found on the internet and a library for free. And they don't require waking up at unholy hours and combating the desire to say "THE BLEEPS TO YOU, SIR COLLEGE" and going back to bed. Basically, by the end of four semesters I'll have put myself thigh deep in debt for a little piece of paper that says "This kid actually knows some stuff", when there's probably some random dude on the internet who put less time and effort (and moolah) into it that knows just as much, if not more, than I do. Yet I'd likely get a job sooner than him since I'm certified with a degree. How is that fair?
Keep in mind, I really don't mind the computer stuff. I know a lot of it already, so it's fairly easy, at leas the first week. The only challenging thing so far has been programming logic, and I'm still not sure I understand psuedocode in a practical manner (But it's the weekend, and I don't give a rip). What I mind is the prerequisites. I despise even the concept of them. "You must study English, cooking, Spanish and obscure 13.5th century history in order to get a degree certifying you can code, repair, build and use computers in an effective manner." There is...nothing so senseless as that. I don't even want a dirty degree, just the compy knowledge. But apparently they don't do that. -_- Not enough money in it, I think.
I don't even mind my teachers so much. There's one I feel fairly certain I'm not going to get along with, but after my security class, I'm not even going to name him/her or the class since I know there's really no effective way to guarantee that info doesn't get back to him/her.
Basically, that's where I've been, and the idea of two years of this drives me to despair. The idea of Monday drives me to despair.