I want to scream.
I can't. It is Saturday morning, people are sleeping.
Three years. Three years of grueling education. What is there to show for it?
Certainly nothing of substance. A piece of paper, cords, sashes, and a stupid trophy to hang a medal on.
What does it even matter? No.One.Cares.
No one cares about the perfect grades, perfect attendance, or the perfect record.
I'm at square one.
College has served me no purpose.
The only thing I've learned is how to complain on a blog.
If I could turn this text into speech, turn this bitterness into laughter, my life would be where I've wanted it to be. But I haven't.
Maybe I will.
Unfortunately as human beings we are almost instinctively programmed to care about ourselves and the people we surround ourselves with. So I think it is a misrepresentation of your friends and colleagues to say that no one cares about you...
ReplyDeleteCollege is really here only so people can develop their communication skills, which includes complaining on a blog.
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If I could turn complaining on a blog into a career, I SO would.
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