Truth Is College Sucks.

Sorry Kids.

 

 

 

                       You're lonely, you're sad, you're poor, you're scared, you're overwhelmed, you're tired, and you just want to go home. But guess what? You can't. Why? Because you're paying thousands of thousands of dollars to go to this one school to get taught by teachers who don't give a shit, to eventually, four years down the road (hopefully) get a job that somehow relates to your major.

        So! For you High Schoolers out there that "can't wait" to go to college and get away from your parents strict ruling, or make new friends, or simply be your own boss. Shut up. Right now. You have no idea what you're talking about. Do you realize that the moment you step out of your parents house on moving day to your campus or possibly a house you leased out, you are no longer LIVING with them? That the second your foot leaves that front door, you are never going to officially live there anymore. You are no longer a child. From here on out, you can only go forward-and forward means you can't just go and sleep in your bed and expect your parents to make Sunday breakfast and coddle you like you're a sixteen year old again. Yes, they will always be your parents, and yes they will take care of you when you need it most....but no one wants to be a 28 year old living in their parents basement. From this first year of college, you finally understand that in a few short years you're going to be living in your own house, living your own life, with your husband or your boyfriend, and possibly a dog or maybe even kids. But in none of that are your parents. Or your siblings. Or your family. Your college might be five hours away now, but what if your first job is two states away? It just never dawned on me before now that I'm no longer my parent's child; but rather their grown adult. and I hope that you understand this huge rant, and that you spend and appreciate every second you have with everyone in your family. Even if you can't stand your brothers, or your hot-headed mother, or your sister who always takes your clothes because she thinks they're cool....just....cherish the fact that you ARE a child.

        As for the college schooling itself, well, let's just say you need to have your priorities straight. The teachers don't actually teach you, they guide you down the right path (or what you hope is the right path) and you have to study the rest of it on your own. Or one of your Profs can be like my first Human Bio Professor. He can show you 4 weeks worth of PowerPoints and hundreds of definitions, and then by the time the first exam comes out, not one of those definitions or slides from those god damn powerpoints is on the test. Everything is out of the book. *****Tip: Ask around about your Professors to see what their teaching styles are, or at least how they grade, or what they're tests are like***** Not only do you have all these unknowns about teachers and the campus and dorms and what not, you now have absolutely no one to be mad at you if you skip a class or fail a course. BUT, you PAY for your classes and if you fail them or don't go you are wasting your own money. Talk about a giant shithole of shit.

          Now. Some of you might be able to cross off the "lonely" problem. Especially if you live in the dorms. But me? I live in a house that my boyfriend and I leased out (because it was basically the same price for a house, than a tiny dorm shared with another girl and no boyfriend alone time.) Don't get me wrong, I love having my own house, and my own rules, and my own decorating style, and not being limited by my parent's rules. I can walk around naked all day, study naked, shower naked, cook naked, watch tv naked, crochet naked. Not that I actually do all those thing NAKED, I just wanted to show you the amount of freedom I have. Because it's my house. BUT. (There's always a but.) My boyfriend is only home about one weekend every two weeks. (Shoot myself in the face.) What do I do with all my spare time? Sleep. Work. Homework. Movies. Eat. EAT A LOT. Sing obscenely loud and off key. Talk to my few remaining stuff animals. Clean every now and again. Cry in the bathtub. Reread the Hunger Games series a million times. And purposely cut my pinkie finger off. That is how unbelievably lonely and bored out of my freaking mind, I am. So if any of you out there are reading this and somehow go to Bemidji State University, and your first name does not start with a "J" and end with a "B" for the love of Gawd, come be my friend.

         That's all I have time for today folks! I have to scurry on over to my Poetry class!

                               Over and Out,

                            Kenzie Nagel