The Rise and Decline of my Education....

I remember when I used to think that attending college was just about the best thing I could do with my day. I mean, who wouldn't want to immerse themselves in the wisdom of teachers and spend hours discussing things of social and cultural relevance?

That was till I began attending Columbia College.

Sure, there are the highs. Motivating teachers who push me to do my best and inspire me to be greater than I can dream.

But more often than not there are the lows. Hours and hours of sitting in front of someone who looks about as lost as the freshman their first day wandering around the Chicago campus.

I seriously sat in a class ( a journalism class for christs sake) and talked about the booming real estate market in Chicago.

WHO GIVES A SHIT!

I yearn for the crumbs of educational enlightenment that fall from the mouths of over-privledged students who can afford to sit in classrooms taught by nobel-prize laureates and writers. And they just shove it in there. No chewing, just swallowing and passing it through as quickly as it comes in.

But alas, I spend time in classrooms with some teachers who find value in talking about themselves and real estate.

How does that expression go? "Those who can't do, teach?" Just kidding though. I have the utmost respect for a lot of teachers.

But I beg of them all.....please please please....for the love of buddha, jesus, ganesh, whatever.......Make it worth the endless hours of backbreaking work and endless student loans that I pay to afford to sit before you in class. I mean, I even try to listen, unlike many students. You should thank me for my captivation. Otherwise.....it would be crickets for you.

Whew. I feel better now.

I just hope you all (aka my teachers) get it. Dammit.