Thinking About Death
22 Sep
I’m not usually a morbid person. I hardly think about death, if at all. Or suicide. But there is something about being an undergraduate that makes you think about it all the time. If not from the stress (and no, stress never gets to me) – then from the profound idiocy we see around us.
Death By Bad Presentations – who are these students, how did they get to university, and how did they manage to get to second/third year? Where did they get their weird ideas about politics from? How can profound ignorance exist even at this level – no, how can profound ignorance thrive and be rewarded?
Death by Heart Palpitation – if you use a 15″ PowerBook and don’t know how to connect it to a projector, don’t know how to use Keynote, there’s someone in class who willl rush to the front (cough), but will cringe and feel like peeing everytime I see you abusing it.
Death by Italian Accents – Well you know, I love ‘em for the pasta, the pizza, the espresso. They’re great to talk to. But hearing it for three hours, and then after class, makes my head spin. Itsa allsa aboutsa da bombsa, Right-a? You bombsa a country to make it democratica!
Five days a week in an academic environment brings out my misanthropic side. Clearly, I am not used to the idea of going to school. It is bad for my health.
