the culmination of my edjookashun
...may lead to dissatisfaction. If certain aspects of college weren't so enjoyable (enjoyable in the sense that it is better than doing nothing. although, one could argue that "nothing" is a far more pleasant pastime than being a student), then i surely wouldn't feel the need to continue my education. Fortunately I find the learning process extremely gratifying (if it is a subject of interest.) Also, I glean some satisfaction from hearing something intelligent and new, rather than the yap yap yap-ing and bad jokes of everyday life. I can admit I enjoy learning and the college environment. I even like writing papers.
I will go on a tangent now...
I heard a group of young men talking about their upcoming writing assignments for their college courses. They praised the usefulness of buying pre-written papers online. They even spoke of "customized essays," where you supply a writer with the requirements and they write the assignment to your needs. All this, without any fear of being caught for plagiarism by the dreaded "electronic search". Now these papers cost around $20-50. Considering a potential new means for profit, I almost thought of interrupting their conversation to inform them that i would be more than willing to write their papers. After all, I've never received anything lower than a 90 on a college paper (and i've written a fair amount of papers...) I considered this for a moment and then abruptly changed my mind. I thought of all the illiterate fools who graduate from college with degrees, and I realized why this was so- It was because they didn't learn jack shit. They wiggled their way through these mandatory english classes by paying someone else to write their reports and essays. This is why "You're arriving tomorrow evening?" is, more often, "your ariving tommarow evenning?" I am not saying I am invincible when it comes to mechanics and spelling but, let me tell you, I've seen some sad sentences. These paper profiteers should be ashamed for perpetuating the idiocy of the populous. ASHAMED!
I will now return to my initial thoughts.
Anyway, I plan on going to college, perhaps gain a Master's degree in whoknowswhat, gather a rather larger debt in the process, and proceed to not do anything with the degree. A fulfilling job isn't necessarily guaranteed. I'm hoping, at the very least, I will work somewhere that will utilize my [poorly written] writing. Hopefully, I will be blessed with a fantastic career, such as writing the package descriptions of food products:
Try our new Zesty Lime Lemon Nacho Dorito! Each bite is an explosion of flavorful delight, fit only for the true potato chip aficionado. Prepare for new advancements in citric seasoning, which serenade your mouth with the sweetest songs. Songs that excite the taste buds in ways never experienced before... Friend, this is the potato chip you've been waiting for. Brought to you by the company you trust the most- Lay's Potato Chips Inc.
I believe that I could have written something far more prolific for that half pretzel half cracker snack. I really could have...
You know, this "blog" entry was actually supposed to be on bullshit. I started writing about "bullshit" at work, but I was feeling quite surly at the time. I'm sure this surliness had some sort of influence on the chosen subject matter. I changed my mind due to a heartening situation; As I approached my car, I noticed some presumably romantic soul attached a white rose under my crusty, deteriorating windshield wiper. I thought, "This is clearly an attempt by my sister to inject self-esteem and worth into her poor sister's weary soul."
But, alas, it was not her.
So, I do wonder... who was it that decided to commit this passe, yet slightly endearing act? I believe I know who. Regardless of who it was, it was a bright light in an, otherwise dim night. It was enough to make me postpone any pessimistic entry on humanity (and it's tendency towards bullshit.) Yes, thank you, ????????, for raising my morale for at least one night...
I will go on a tangent now...
I heard a group of young men talking about their upcoming writing assignments for their college courses. They praised the usefulness of buying pre-written papers online. They even spoke of "customized essays," where you supply a writer with the requirements and they write the assignment to your needs. All this, without any fear of being caught for plagiarism by the dreaded "electronic search". Now these papers cost around $20-50. Considering a potential new means for profit, I almost thought of interrupting their conversation to inform them that i would be more than willing to write their papers. After all, I've never received anything lower than a 90 on a college paper (and i've written a fair amount of papers...) I considered this for a moment and then abruptly changed my mind. I thought of all the illiterate fools who graduate from college with degrees, and I realized why this was so- It was because they didn't learn jack shit. They wiggled their way through these mandatory english classes by paying someone else to write their reports and essays. This is why "You're arriving tomorrow evening?" is, more often, "your ariving tommarow evenning?" I am not saying I am invincible when it comes to mechanics and spelling but, let me tell you, I've seen some sad sentences. These paper profiteers should be ashamed for perpetuating the idiocy of the populous. ASHAMED!
I will now return to my initial thoughts.
Anyway, I plan on going to college, perhaps gain a Master's degree in whoknowswhat, gather a rather larger debt in the process, and proceed to not do anything with the degree. A fulfilling job isn't necessarily guaranteed. I'm hoping, at the very least, I will work somewhere that will utilize my [poorly written] writing. Hopefully, I will be blessed with a fantastic career, such as writing the package descriptions of food products:
Try our new Zesty Lime Lemon Nacho Dorito! Each bite is an explosion of flavorful delight, fit only for the true potato chip aficionado. Prepare for new advancements in citric seasoning, which serenade your mouth with the sweetest songs. Songs that excite the taste buds in ways never experienced before... Friend, this is the potato chip you've been waiting for. Brought to you by the company you trust the most- Lay's Potato Chips Inc.
I believe that I could have written something far more prolific for that half pretzel half cracker snack. I really could have...
You know, this "blog" entry was actually supposed to be on bullshit. I started writing about "bullshit" at work, but I was feeling quite surly at the time. I'm sure this surliness had some sort of influence on the chosen subject matter. I changed my mind due to a heartening situation; As I approached my car, I noticed some presumably romantic soul attached a white rose under my crusty, deteriorating windshield wiper. I thought, "This is clearly an attempt by my sister to inject self-esteem and worth into her poor sister's weary soul."
But, alas, it was not her.
So, I do wonder... who was it that decided to commit this passe, yet slightly endearing act? I believe I know who. Regardless of who it was, it was a bright light in an, otherwise dim night. It was enough to make me postpone any pessimistic entry on humanity (and it's tendency towards bullshit.) Yes, thank you, ????????, for raising my morale for at least one night...