College kids are whiny, snot-nosed brats. At least the great majority of us are. I sat in a couple classes today (with the same teacher) and she more or less had a mental breakdown. It was very obvious she was distraught, shedding tears in one class. I later learned the cause of it all was a vicious letter sent by one her students, one of my classmates. Now I wouldn’t say she is the best teacher I’ve ever had but she does try very, very hard. There’s a lot to be said for that. Doesn’t necessarily help me with my education but I don’t feel it is right to be a raving bitch to the teacher when she tries so hard to appease everyone. Not to mention, when it comes to getting papers back, so long as you get your first one back in due time (that you understand her grading techniques and what she is looking for) do the others really matter? Does your life truly depend upon receiving that paper?

In the other class I had with her people were complaining she held us over for a bit. One girl verbally attacked her after class. Honestly, she held us over to help us. The girl did not have other classes that night and she could have left if need be. Is arguing with the teacher on the last night of class really going to help anything or just ruin somebody’s day? Why does nobody think of these things!

All in all that was a pretty pointless rant, I just felt like doing it. Ah, the luxuries of having a blog.

I look forward to graduating I think. No longer going to class, dealing with idiots in the real world instead of the classroom, being unemployed…wait. Maybe graduating wasn’t such a good idea. I have to admit at the beginning of the year it seemed grand, but at that point I still thought I was going to make my escape from Mac-town. Little did I know, I’ve been sucked in like every other living soul that lives within a twenty-mile radius of this blasted town. I had an epiphany last year, walking home from the bar. I should have stuck to it and ran.

Mac-town is the black hole of the Midwest. Everything that travels nearby is sucked in, lost forever in its ebony depths. Once lost you are never heard from again by the outside world, never achieve greatness or do anything of note. I find myself terrified that I won’t escape before it’s too late. I spend my days worried I’m doomed to live here, with my parents, forever.

Those are the marvelous thoughts I’ve been having of late. I apologize to anyone I depress; it isn’t really my intention. But if you read this, take this blog to heart. Don’t be a snot-nosed bitch. And don’t lose yourself to the nothing that is Mac-town.