Of Sluggish textbooks and Bad Language
Ironically I find myself going to university a lot more now that I have finally graduated. Maybe its the pressures of having to finish studying for a completely wannabe graduate exam, or maybe its just because now without the pressures of classes and exams, the common glass structures of the university just seem to have a certain sense of calmed appeal.
The funny thing is that the view as an outsider is so much stranger than the fish bowl view (strapped with the blinds of being in the system) I have had for the past few years. Sometimes I just pause to think .... was I like that? Where did I fall in which category? Who were my friends, what were my friends? Was life as Ballsy as it seemed or was it just placid with a pinch of expressive indulgence in what then seemed to be the fun thing to do?
Its the same every year I guess, the term starts and the flood gates open themselves to the exodus of hope and glitter of the freshmen. All excited with a sense of belonging and a motive to change the world one way or the other. Its ironic they all seem to be the next noble laureate, the next CEO and the next guy on the dole. Each with the expectation that something good might just come out of the maze of glass and paper they are about to enter.
They come in all shapes and sizes really, the ones who have the text books ready a week before the first class, the ones who have their graduation dreams planned out before they have picked the first course, the ones who don't have a clue, the ones who pretend not to have a clue cause its the cool thing to do, the ones who are genuinely clueless, the ones who pretend to have a clue, the ones who want some ass, the ones who know that they might never get any (if that's really what they want), the ones who miss home, the ones who feel an immense sense of emancipation, the ones who still want daddy's money, the ones who want nothing to do with daddy anymore, the ones who want a drink cause the parents have finally left, the ones who want a drink cause its the first time and they have heard its a blast, the ones who love being looked at and the ones who do all the looking.
Like the sopranos they band together in the herds of the nerds, the cools and the ones who just couldn't care less and would rather have a good time without the heat of the text books or the urge to always do the thing that seems most suited to the pseudo real, mostly fabricated world of 90210. On the right we have the smokers and inbetween a few who take the first puff only to realize that they are not in deep cause it tastes too good to be true. On the left we have the ones who chuckle at the ones who take the first puff and deem them traitors and wannabe. On the fence we have the ones who laugh at both cause the whole concept of forming gangs seems so passe.
With hormones raging they step into the world of freedom to explore the 'ooh so obscure' world of heavy drinking and hopefully some heavy petting. With every party they gauge their right from the worlds wrong. And for the chosen few the world seems to be soo new, their first may be the best thing ever or the worst thing to every happen. Ironically the word choice is bastardized into something that resembles the scapegoatist concept we all love and cherish called Peer pressure or if you have lived in college long enough Beer pressure.
Some go for the classes they have been assigned, while some assign their own schedule (whilst I party there shall be no theory and whilst I theorize there shall be only a party). Some make the first move while the rest egg them on, some reserve it for a later day only to realize that its too late. Some find a quiet corner and their own heaven, some bring in the noise only to relieve themselves of the calm that seems to dog them. Some find solace in number and handshakes, some find a friend in the library and the laptop. Some ride the wave of being young, some could do with some growing up. Some fight for the things they feel are the right, while others just watch them go by. Some smile at strangers hoping to spark a conversation, some turn the other cheek at the weird boy staring at them from the coffee shop.
Some want to change the world and some want to just keep it the way it is. Some miss home and cry for it, Some have left home to get away from crying about it. Some love their friends, some just stick with them cause its the right thing to do. Some debate, some run, some sing, some watch. Some belong while some stick out. Some crib while some giggle. Some love it, most are just trying to get by.
Calculus, statistics, BGS,LTB, Finance, Law, Political economies, Game theory, French, Comm skills ...................................................Me, Myself, I........................... where am I? Am I gonna make it ? The grass on the other side ..... the fence.... the girls ... the guys ..... teachers... profs.... deans .... 8:30 .... 7 ..... the next morning ... the night before.... hostel... condos .... graduation... jobs .... 25.... raise.... vacation .... the special someone ... what if..... 50 ... crisis ..... and then .......
And for some reason all I wanted when I first arrived was food, sleep and for some reason I kingdom for some time ... just for the first five minutes that have lasted four years.
Sigmond .....
Ironically I find myself going to university a lot more now that I have finally graduated. Maybe its the pressures of having to finish studying for a completely wannabe graduate exam, or maybe its just because now without the pressures of classes and exams, the common glass structures of the university just seem to have a certain sense of calmed appeal.
The funny thing is that the view as an outsider is so much stranger than the fish bowl view (strapped with the blinds of being in the system) I have had for the past few years. Sometimes I just pause to think .... was I like that? Where did I fall in which category? Who were my friends, what were my friends? Was life as Ballsy as it seemed or was it just placid with a pinch of expressive indulgence in what then seemed to be the fun thing to do?
Its the same every year I guess, the term starts and the flood gates open themselves to the exodus of hope and glitter of the freshmen. All excited with a sense of belonging and a motive to change the world one way or the other. Its ironic they all seem to be the next noble laureate, the next CEO and the next guy on the dole. Each with the expectation that something good might just come out of the maze of glass and paper they are about to enter.
They come in all shapes and sizes really, the ones who have the text books ready a week before the first class, the ones who have their graduation dreams planned out before they have picked the first course, the ones who don't have a clue, the ones who pretend not to have a clue cause its the cool thing to do, the ones who are genuinely clueless, the ones who pretend to have a clue, the ones who want some ass, the ones who know that they might never get any (if that's really what they want), the ones who miss home, the ones who feel an immense sense of emancipation, the ones who still want daddy's money, the ones who want nothing to do with daddy anymore, the ones who want a drink cause the parents have finally left, the ones who want a drink cause its the first time and they have heard its a blast, the ones who love being looked at and the ones who do all the looking.
Like the sopranos they band together in the herds of the nerds, the cools and the ones who just couldn't care less and would rather have a good time without the heat of the text books or the urge to always do the thing that seems most suited to the pseudo real, mostly fabricated world of 90210. On the right we have the smokers and inbetween a few who take the first puff only to realize that they are not in deep cause it tastes too good to be true. On the left we have the ones who chuckle at the ones who take the first puff and deem them traitors and wannabe. On the fence we have the ones who laugh at both cause the whole concept of forming gangs seems so passe.
With hormones raging they step into the world of freedom to explore the 'ooh so obscure' world of heavy drinking and hopefully some heavy petting. With every party they gauge their right from the worlds wrong. And for the chosen few the world seems to be soo new, their first may be the best thing ever or the worst thing to every happen. Ironically the word choice is bastardized into something that resembles the scapegoatist concept we all love and cherish called Peer pressure or if you have lived in college long enough Beer pressure.
Some go for the classes they have been assigned, while some assign their own schedule (whilst I party there shall be no theory and whilst I theorize there shall be only a party). Some make the first move while the rest egg them on, some reserve it for a later day only to realize that its too late. Some find a quiet corner and their own heaven, some bring in the noise only to relieve themselves of the calm that seems to dog them. Some find solace in number and handshakes, some find a friend in the library and the laptop. Some ride the wave of being young, some could do with some growing up. Some fight for the things they feel are the right, while others just watch them go by. Some smile at strangers hoping to spark a conversation, some turn the other cheek at the weird boy staring at them from the coffee shop.
Some want to change the world and some want to just keep it the way it is. Some miss home and cry for it, Some have left home to get away from crying about it. Some love their friends, some just stick with them cause its the right thing to do. Some debate, some run, some sing, some watch. Some belong while some stick out. Some crib while some giggle. Some love it, most are just trying to get by.
Calculus, statistics, BGS,LTB, Finance, Law, Political economies, Game theory, French, Comm skills ...................................................Me, Myself, I........................... where am I? Am I gonna make it ? The grass on the other side ..... the fence.... the girls ... the guys ..... teachers... profs.... deans .... 8:30 .... 7 ..... the next morning ... the night before.... hostel... condos .... graduation... jobs .... 25.... raise.... vacation .... the special someone ... what if..... 50 ... crisis ..... and then .......
And for some reason all I wanted when I first arrived was food, sleep and for some reason I kingdom for some time ... just for the first five minutes that have lasted four years.
Sigmond .....
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