Ah, the college years. Those halcyon days of our youth filled with meeting new friends, learning new things, and discovering what a keg stand is. That is unless you're in your late 30's and going back to school to avoid being stuck in the service industry till you die. Then you don't make many new friends as you're "that creepy old guy", you still learn new things, and you're far too old to be doing keg stands.
I have to say, parts of college I really do enjoy. Learning is fun. I enjoy taking classes where I learn things I didn't know before. I enjoy having thoughtful discussions with my professors and take pride when one of them points out that I made a good point. I haven't made too many friends, but I am beginning to see evidence that I have made an impression on some of my fellow students. A few even wave or smile at me when I walk past.
However, the faceless, heartless bureaucracy that runs the college makes me feel like running full steam into a brick wall would be time better spent. I am elated when they decide to change a policy that will enable me to declare my major in the field I want to major in. Unfortunately, they make the policy not go into effect until a week before the next semester starts. Which makes it hard to get classes. I have been fortunate up until this point to meet a few people willing to help. I have also met many people that seem hell-bent in making my life harder through general incompetence or just plain spite. Still I must press on, rattle cages, and plead for help from anyone in a position to give it.
My head hurts but I think I'm putting a dent in the wall.
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