College disappoints me.
Greatly.
I forget occasionally that it has not exactly provided me with the experiences I, and many other people, knew I’d get from it three years ago, when it all began. In the blur of this past summer semester, I didn’t have time to think of what has been missing. I barely had time to sleep. And when I did have time to sleep, I used it to work instead so I could sleep the next night… and then would work through the next night, as well. A vicious cycle when you find yourself buried under more and more and more work as the semester goes on, and especially so when you expect it to lighten at some point. I had time for nothing but trying to get through it, so what else was there to complain about if I had time for nothing else anyway?
I just completed this summer semester with stellar grades yesterday. Words cannot express how excellent it felt to wake up at noon today and know I didn’t have any assignments to complete, any exams to take before midnight, any trips to make to campus…
I have nothing to do today.
And damned if it doesn’t feel good lol.
I haven’t had any kind of break from school since last December, so I’ve been prematurely celebrating the end of this beastly summer semester all week long in between completing two final projects and four consecutive exams. Needless to say, mini-celebrations with my fellow classmates were the name of the game lol. It was during one of these mini-celebrations of impending freedom that I was abruptly reminded that my college experience is not and will never be what I expected it to be three years ago.
On Thursday morning, I had to both take a final and turn in a part of final project for one of my courses. The final project was actually a group project, and when I completed the final and was on my way to find the professor’s office so I could turn in my work, one of my group members spotted me outside, having just completed the exam himself. He asked me where I was headed, and this provided me with an excellent opportunity, as I had no idea where the professor’s office was lol. I asked him if he would show me the way, and he gladly obliged me. It was just a few minutes from the testing room, and we spent the time talking about the class, how glad we were to have finished it, and then about our college experiences in general. When all else fails with college students, they are still guaranteed to talk about their past courses and the professors who taught them when they come together. It is a universal truth, and I find it incredibly boring.
At one point, he began asking me about my degree and what kind of courses it required. When I started listing off the courses with “biology,” he stopped me and asked me if I took a certain well-known female professor’s version of the course. Now, this professor is well-known for being hot as hell, and not much else lol, and I knew of her even before I was trying to take her course. I did sign up for her class, but she dropped it due to a family emergency just before the semester was due to begin, so I wound up taking it with another professor. I explained this to my classmate and lamented that I really would have liked to take her course because, if nothing else, I wanted to see if she lived up to the hot hype. He confirmed that she is very hot, and I said that was a shame… but that I still had time to meet, woo, and fuck her, so all was not lost. The conversation after this point went like so.
Group Guy: But she’s married. (a little indignant)
Goldy: Doesn’t matter. Girls don’t count.
Group Guy: What do you mean?
Goldy: It doesn’t matter to me if she’s married. Her husband probably wouldn’t be that bothered by my attentions anyway. He can watch us.
Group Guy: But… you’d have to be a guy for that. (laughing)
Goldy: …What?
Group Guy: Clearly, you can’t have sex with girls. You’re a girl! You have to be a guy for that, you know. (laughing harder)
Goldy: …Are you kidding?
Group Guy: What do you mean? (blank stare)
He wasn’t kidding.
Ho. Ly. Shit.
How is it possible that the idea of girls fucking each other has remained completely absent from this kid’s 21 year-old brain? Don’t people watch porn anymore? At the very least.
What a sad life.
Mine and his, I suppose. He, by a great margin, is not the first person who has made it completely clear to me that sexual deviance is not on the college menu at this campus. And what’s saddest about it all is that my fellow classmates have failed me even under the tamest amount of deviance. What kind of college students are these people? Isn’t college supposed to be a time of discovery and experimentation and growth and freedom?
I feel betrayed by my own generation.
Fuckers.
(Or not.)
<3 Goldy <3
wow that shocks me just as much as you! WTF?
You’re telling me that I’ve been lied to by numerous Hollywood college comedies? That the US colleges aren’t full of horny, drunk young people who’ll just part and have sex?
Le sigh!
Whatever, he was probably fapping away about the idea later on that day.
On one side there’s innocense – and I think most people have a gut sense of how painful it is to watch someone so things that harm them. But I think it can in some ways be more complicated and difficult to take account of the ways we buy security with opportunity.
Of course, there are always the very lovely Pandorah and Blacksilk….
Congratulations on your finish!
*glee* I’m glad you’re done school! <3
….You can come over any time you like for some hot lesbian lovin’…. *wiseguy*