College Life.

Many days I sit in class and think. "Why the hell am I here?" Actually those thoughts come around A LOT. College was never my first priority after high school. It was a generalized hope shared by many of us, to just flat out start making money with some rare talent that only you posses and only you can capitalize on. Naive? Maybe, although not impossible.

The campus life with the random hook-ups, drunken nights leading to a forgetful morning, parties, weed, liquor, fights, whores, jocks, beauty queens, cheerleaders, dancers make me wonder if all this can't be found else where. If not literally, then hypothetically. Why is this necessary? Waking up remembering the naked body next to you recycling your personal supply of air. Stressing over a mid-tern in a class called Freshman Seminar. The fact that every school has some form of freshman seminar. The catty females who really aren't as hard as they say. The people who have reinvented themselves for college purposes. Why is any of it needed?

The classes in which you learn nothing new. Stuff you show no interest in but have to pass. You memorize what you need to but if asked to repeat it in a normal conversation you draw a blank. I don't get it. Why am I here? Why do we pay money just for a piece of paper and why does that piece of paper mean more money in the "real world?" Ugh the life of a college student. I hate it. I love it. I just never know.

Then a ray of light comes out when fellow intellectuals have an intellectual conversation (on our own time). We sit in the game room and we all have something to say worth hearing. I almost forget why, then I get amazed by my peers. I then think did college do this and sadly the answer is no, BUT it did help and it did give people courage to voice their opinions as adult in a conversation rather than children asking for permission to have an opinion at all.