As a college dropout: Because - I refuse to go into massive debt; waste time writing crap for people who will read my essays once and then give me a score like a Russian figure skating judge; or hear one more time why Republicans suck, Mormons are bigots, and that I should donate tons of money back to the institution that spawned me should I ever graduate and get RICH . . . oops, sorry, as a college dropout I like to reflect on my years in higher education.
NOTE: I can use semi-colons according to one of my professors for emphasis, while another of my teachers said that semi-colons are out because they’re ugly.
Anyway, I like to reflect.
One of the moments I like to reflect on from my experience as a higher education student is of my friend. We’ll call her Morning Glory. She was wicked funny and a lesbian and a comrade and a left wing liberal down to her communist comrade hat. I loved her, and we laughed—a lot.
One day, I walked into class. Morning Glory looked at me, a quizzical expression on her face.
She said, “What is it with you?” And then she made a circling gesture over her face.
Puzzled at first, I touched my face and then realized she was asking me how I could come into class, smiling, a lot.
“What?” I said, “Happy?”
“Yeah, that.” And then she narrowed her eyes at me and said, “And don’t tell me that you are high on Jesus.”
“Okay,” I said and sat.
Here’s the funniest part of the story, I would never use the phrase ‘high on Jesus.’ It’s not in my lexicon.
Here’s the saddest part of the story, that my friend was so unacquainted with happiness that she did not know it when she saw it plastered across my face every morning.
Ahhhhhh, higher education! So much knowledge, so little learning . . .
I’m thinking of transferring to BYU Hawaii to finish up. I hear the weather is lovely.
Linda (4.0) Zern