I hate my course don’t you? Is there even any point to it all? Jeez, I think I’d rather be at Bijou or Pout celebrating my youth than studying this nonsense.
Alright, stop. Before we get any further let me just interject here and say that I don’t hate my course, in fact I’m fascinated by it, absolutely – and the lecturers are accredited academics who know their cheese from toast. All you twisted souls who are enduring unwanted education need to take a second look at yourselves. Here’s how it is: you’ve done your GCSEs, and you could’ve quit school then, but A-levels were free so you carried on for two more years. Now you’ve chosen to attend university (which you’re PAYING for) and with all the choices available to you, you’ve somehow managed to enrol on a course that you have no interest in – why? Was it the pressure the school put on UCAS applications so they could show off to OFSTED inspectors? Was it the fact that everyone else seemed to be going university? Or was it an irrational decision made in haste, during the confusion of not knowing what to do with your life?
Now, it might not seem like it at the moment but this is a lot of your money that you’re spending every time there’s a lecture on for your course, and you’ve somehow calculated, somewhere in that mess of intelligence of yours, that you should soldier on with a course you don’t even enjoy. You’re putting yourself in debt, albeit the easiest debt you’ll ever have, but debt all the same. It’s even worse if you’ve taken that big old student overdraft to the max, because unfortunately Mr. Benevolent Bank Manager is going to turn into Mr. “Where’s my money” Nasty come graduation day. So why put yourself through the torture? No one is forcing you to go to university, if you don’t give a hoot – quit. Go do something else. Sure the University of Manchester would love you to fill up all their course spaces so they can enjoy your healthy injection of cash, but why not show a little self-respect and do something that benefits you – and in the future maybe others?
Oh what… Oh… I see… Sorry it appears I’ve missed the point here. I got confused. Allow me to correct myself: university is all about drinking and the mutual rubbing of genitalia. Definitely not about enjoying studying a chosen discipline. I apologise – morons.
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