What Is It With Students?
I was walking back to my charming temporary apartment this afternoon, having singularly failed to locate a shop wherein I could purchase a fucking newspaper, when I walked by a couple of female students. From Northwestern University. I knew they were from Northwestern because they were talking about it, in that peculiarly intense, whiny way that only students can.
Now, Northwestern is right down the street from me, so it's not as though the whole area isn't infested with students, and I do try not to let them wind me up, honestly I do, but it's hard.
This one girl was opining to the other, "...the reason I bonded with Hannah is that she really gets where I'm coming from, you know..."
And that, right there, is why I hate students: their fucking meaningless socio-babble. You spend somewhere North of a hundred and fifty thousand dollars sending some vacuous bint to college and she's walking down the street, talking with an utterly straight face about how Hannah gets where she's coming from. You know.
Well let me tell you, I have a pretty good idea where you're coming from too, Ms. Braindead. You're coming from a nice home where mummy and daddy worked their arse off so that you could go to Northwestern and witter aimlessly about nothing. I swear that every other word out of their mouths was "like", as though they were eleven year-old airheads, OD'd on Kids' TV.
All this would be bad enough, but this area is littered with expensive coffee houses - you know, the places where your cappuccino costs five bucks, and they're perpetually full of students. There's even a sushi place, and that's full of students too. Since when do poor, hard-up students have the wherewithal to be grazing on sushi? Back when I was a student (and I'm not saying that I wasn't an arsehole sometimes too) food was evaluated for purchase based on the ratio of calories to cost.
IN: pasta, rice, cheap pies, tinned meat, bread, potatoes
OUT: just about everything else
Sushi wasn't just "out"; it wasn't even on the consideration list in my non-cosmopolitan backwater, and if I had excess cash it was going on beer, or cheap hamburgers, not tiny pieces of fish.
These fucking kids waltz around in new cars, with cell phones, casually sipping expensive lattes and wittering aimlessly through four years designed to qualify them at great expense for precisely fuck-all. No wonder college is so bank-breakingly expensive: it's a gigantic fucking holiday camp for the hard-of-working.
So excuse me for thinking that you and Hannah and all the rest of the cappuccino kids could do with a little less cash, and the world could do with a whole lot less of your whiny bullshit.
Copyright © 2010 Edward Bison
Now, Northwestern is right down the street from me, so it's not as though the whole area isn't infested with students, and I do try not to let them wind me up, honestly I do, but it's hard.
This one girl was opining to the other, "...the reason I bonded with Hannah is that she really gets where I'm coming from, you know..."
And that, right there, is why I hate students: their fucking meaningless socio-babble. You spend somewhere North of a hundred and fifty thousand dollars sending some vacuous bint to college and she's walking down the street, talking with an utterly straight face about how Hannah gets where she's coming from. You know.
Well let me tell you, I have a pretty good idea where you're coming from too, Ms. Braindead. You're coming from a nice home where mummy and daddy worked their arse off so that you could go to Northwestern and witter aimlessly about nothing. I swear that every other word out of their mouths was "like", as though they were eleven year-old airheads, OD'd on Kids' TV.
All this would be bad enough, but this area is littered with expensive coffee houses - you know, the places where your cappuccino costs five bucks, and they're perpetually full of students. There's even a sushi place, and that's full of students too. Since when do poor, hard-up students have the wherewithal to be grazing on sushi? Back when I was a student (and I'm not saying that I wasn't an arsehole sometimes too) food was evaluated for purchase based on the ratio of calories to cost.
IN: pasta, rice, cheap pies, tinned meat, bread, potatoes
OUT: just about everything else
Sushi wasn't just "out"; it wasn't even on the consideration list in my non-cosmopolitan backwater, and if I had excess cash it was going on beer, or cheap hamburgers, not tiny pieces of fish.
These fucking kids waltz around in new cars, with cell phones, casually sipping expensive lattes and wittering aimlessly through four years designed to qualify them at great expense for precisely fuck-all. No wonder college is so bank-breakingly expensive: it's a gigantic fucking holiday camp for the hard-of-working.
So excuse me for thinking that you and Hannah and all the rest of the cappuccino kids could do with a little less cash, and the world could do with a whole lot less of your whiny bullshit.
Copyright © 2010 Edward Bison
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