Everyone is not College Worthy.
Since I’m foraging for an education on the lower rungs of our education system I’m starting to understand something. Not everyone needs to go to college. We are loaning money to people who CANNOT learn. There jobs are going to revolve around “being a statistic” I had to proof a girls English 101 paper. She had no concept of how a paper worked, she could hardly write, and most frightening. Her Paper was for legalizing ALL drugs, pot, coke, prescription drugs etc.. She didn’t have case studies, she used PERSONAL experience with the drugs.
I needed an extra credit so I took an “intro to computers” I’m half decent on computers, I can type fast and know most functions. There were people in my class who didn’t know how to plug in a USB memory stick. People were AMAZED at power point. And that was without any of the effects! Just amazed how you can click the mouse and the words pop up. I went to 2 of the 8 classes because I did all 7 assignments in my 2 hours of class time. The only good thing is that I got a HUGE 189 dollar book that should have anything I need to know about Vista. I’ll be selling that fucker back for some cash.
I can’t imagine half of the people I talk to EVER getting a job that doesn’t involve the phrase “would you like fries with that” It’s like talking to lazy lazy retarded people. Now I’m lazy, but I’m also smart enough to do homework that will take up 30 minutes of my time, meanwhile the retards just sit there and talk, and bitch about staying later in class. Just do your work and stop talking about tequila. And then when I’m walking out of the class, I get asked what are we supposed to have been doing! Fucking retards.
Talking to these Community College people (which I am proud to be) it’s like convincing that drunk guy who has pissed himself and vomited that he shouldn’t have another run at a keg stand. But since he’s drunk and half-crazy you just have to talk in hushed tones as not to set him off. That’s what it’s like when you disagree with the 287lb black chick. You can’t rile up the rhino or you’ll have problems. The Rhino believes that one wins an argument by being the loudest…it doesn’t really work that way. But 10 minutes later when I explain what the teacher said while the Rhino was texting, she’s screaming at me like I took her fiddle faddle and I’m just trying to get her to turn the fucking page of her book to see the chart. Love you community college!
