My thoughts have turned to what kind of career I might choose if I fail
in university. As you might imagine, life at the University is very
good at inspiring a parachute plan. I sometimes wonder if that is what
it is best at doing. Surely thousands of students before me have
despaired at midterms and final exams, worried about their future,
hesitant about continuing with their studies. I know that after a few
hours of organic chemistry and maybe the results of midterm, my dreams
broaden to the glorious careers of counterwork at McDonald's, drainage
systems technician, and small time scam artist. It is these thought, I
think, that push me to continue with my studying. The thought of those,
while very nice, somewhat "unfaltering" jobs somehow conjures up enough
horror in my confused mind to push me into studying further.
I think the dilemma is somewhat exacerbated by the scholastic
institution I attend. As we are in the heart of cattle country, I have
long suspected that the university takes its lessons from that industry
too seriously. As a result, we now have what I affectionately label,
"Meatgrinder U". Whose goal is to process what it considers a very
fatty piece of meat into something that would be tasty to a vegetarian.
Thus, even the best part of the meat only survives as ground round,
mangled and dazed, and the rest is well... pushed off into the
illustrious future of the proletariat. The downtrodden of the world.
I have a solution for myself. Since the university is obviously no
longer interested in the fat, I'll go to someplace that is! Where you
might inquire, is that? Government. Yes, the one place that still
values inefficiency and burgeoning bureaucracy. Perhaps I can become a
mindless civil servant, pushing papers labeled "A" to the "B" pile.
Sure, not exactly fascinating, but an easy slide into mediocrity. With
the liberals at the helm, my job will never be threatened, my workload
reduced by the year, and I will get a fat retirement to boot, at 35.
Seriously, I had a very long and lazy weekend. I accomplished precious
little, save reorganizing my room a little. Tomorrow I have a midterm
that I am desperate to pass, inorganic chemistry. While I think I am
well prepared for it,I am not going to take any chances. Tomorrow I
will be studying a great deal leading up to the exam. Pray for me, this
one's important.
(On the upside, I did rediscover the wonderful virtues of Garrison
Keillor. His work is absolutely hilarious, and it is available in the
archives of the web all the time.
. Check that link out, it is well worth 20 minutes of your time to
listen to the stories from Lake Wobegone)
That's all for tonight. And may you join me again when my spirits are
high, my bank balance low, and the music blaring in the background.
