Eissclam, UncleBeer, Scarlet Pimpernel
I’ll take your words for it. I don’t know if I should envy you or weep for you. If the average career were that much more stressful than my college experience, everyone would be dead. You obviously had different college experiences than I did, which is the part I envy you for.
That’s an interesting mentality. It never occurred to me before. Do all the people who tear their hair out over senior theses on Leo Tolstoy think they’re going to use a lot of Leo Tolstoy in the workplace?
It’s funny that you all mention having had fun at college. I know this is part of my general social blindness, but I can’t even see the potential for fun in a situation like that. Being surrounded by college students, in an alien environment, with nearly infinite opportunities for failure, not having any idea where your next meal would come from, or even if it would be edible, bomb scares to make the campus seem a little more like a war zone, criminals for roommates, having the administration threaten to cancel your course registration several times in a semester - it just doesn’t seem like fertile ground for fun and games. But I accept that my experience was not typical.
Boris, your college experience is certainly not typical. It sounds downright terrifying. I can understand why you felt stressed. In fact, I’d say your collegiate experience sounds quite a bit more stressful than the average business career, although it appears some of it may have been due to your psychological make-up. I don’t say that to de-emphasize the strain you may have felt, but some of the factors you mention were more-or-less under your own control.
On the other hand, I had a pretty good safety net of friends and family around during my college days. I went to the local public university (U of Toledo) lived at home and worked not far from campus while attending. May I ask the particulars of your college education? From your description it sounds like you attended a university in some war-torn Eastern European country.
Gee, I hate to sound…I don’t know, like a professor’s pet or something, but I liked exams and papers and the whole college bit. I liked knowing the answers and being right and drinking excessively. And I especially liked finals because of the anticipation of the semester being over.
::ducking::
No, really, I’m serious. I loved it. I wish I could do it again and still be 20.
Okay, I made the bomb scares sound more frequent than they were. There were only one (or two, but they might have been the same one). There were also a lot of fire drills, prank fire alarms, and a series of bogus fire alarms someone used to delay a mid-term examination (succeeded in delaying it until after spring break, which sort of defeated the purpose of the break).
It was actually a medium-sized private university on the East Coast. Most people who went there weren’t as traumatized as I was, but I don’t know any who liked it.
I had a 90% going into Monday’s Physiology final. Grades were posted today, and I got a 92%!!! This, of course, means I’ll get an A in the course. This took so much stress off of me.
Just Physics to go (tomorrow), then I’m outta here!
The worst thing about finals - it’s the last time we see our student workers until fall. I’ll miss those little drones, um, student workers.
ITA with UncleBeer and Eissclam. I dream of going back to school so I can spend time with my son.
I’m gonna twist that statement 180º h-thur, your drones now become my co-ops/interns. I gotta love that!