Once upon a time, I used to have a life.
Then this thing called college happened.
Yes, I know what you're thinking... "aren't people's lives supposed to BEGIN in college?" Believe me, I am just as confused as you are. Probably more so, to be honest. And while we're being honest, we can probably blame this on the fact that High Point University is not a real college. Because it's not. At all.
If I had to make a list of my top 3 regrets in life at this current point in time, it would probably go as follows:
1) listening to Shelby tell me about High Point
2) applying to High Point
3) choosing High Point over Radford merely out of spite towards my father
[sidenote: yes, those obviously are not my top 3 current life regrets but just work with me here]
anyway, let's listen to me complain a little more about my life here at High Point University, which seems to be a common theme of this blog. I should probably start networking it to prospective students to warn them of the dangers of attending this "university" (i.e. having no life, sleeping all day, not having friends, attempting to blog for something to do, etc.)
........but on to the complaining.....
recently, I decided to drop my English 1103 class. My decision to do this was based on the fact that I was failing. Why was I failing, you may ask? Well that is a stupid question. If you are reading this you more than likely know enough about me to know that it was due to the fact that I do not apply myself and when I actually had to do WORK in one of my classes [sidenote: High Point classes are ridiculously easy, another reason why it is not a real university] I gave up all hope and cast the class and all of it's work aside, justifying my actions with reasons such as:
- "at Radford, JMU, or Tech I wouldn't even have to take this class because my AP scores would get me out of it and High Point needs to stop thinking its hot shit and requiring 5's to pass out of english 1103 because, let's get real, no one that goes here has ever gotten a 5 on any AP exam... do they even have those in Jersey?"
- "I can just take this at NOVA over the summer and it'll be 398459374 times easier"
- "it doesn't matter if I do well in college because even if I drop/fail out I can always fall back on my dream of becoming a flight attendant"
- "this class is doing nothing but bringing down my GPA, which will kill all my hopes of transferring and keep me stuck in this hell-hole forever".
...all excuses aside, the class was dropped. Although it did take a good amount of stress out of my life, it replaced the large hole stress left in me with something arguably worse: absolute boredom.
here's what my days look like on MWF:
7:25am- wake up
7:35 am- get out of bed
7:40am- do the bare minimum to get ready for class and end up looking like a dyke
7:50am- leave dorm room and walk to class
8:00am- arrive at class (usually last person) and class [german 1] begins
8-9:10am- kill myself für siebzig minuten
9:10am- class ends
9:20am- arrive back at dorm
9:25-rest of day- SLEEP MY LIFE AWAY
so yeah, even though I put in the futile aspects of my morning routine to make my day look more interesting, all I do is wake up, go to a class I took in middle school for an hour and 10 minutes, and then come back and sleep the rest of the day. I'm sure you are wondering, "why don't you just catch up on homework or studying? or hang out with friends? or join some kind of club or organization?" well my answer to you is to laugh in your face and tell you to gtfo because clearly you a) do not know me or b) have not figured out by now that HIGH POINT IS NOT A REAL SCHOOL.
and thus concludes the sad tale of my life, or lack thereof, as it is currently.
hopefully I will find a way to live happily ever after.
The End.
