Oh College, You’ve broken my heart more than once by now. Thank-you. You taught me how to be completely content in my misery. Of sitting alone. For seven straight hours at a time. Writing pages and pages of brilliant crap. (By the way, I am still in awe of your awesome power that makes that even possible.)

Oh College, you taught me to be happy, because it is today. If I always dream of tomorrow, I will never enjoy today, and I will never enjoy tomorrow, when tomorrow becomes today, because I will still be waiting for tomorrow. You also taught me that great philosophers and poets ONLY write at 3 A.M., because that guarantees the greatest possible failure to formulate any coherent thoughts and express them grammatically or logically. (So, College, I am writing this at 3 A.M.)

Oh College, you heartless pig of a master. Only until after I got a real job did you reveal that grades are virtually useless. A degree is still a piece of paper, and experiences still resemble a real job more than the classroom.

Oh College, you’ve destroyed my life, shattered my dreams, and recreated me in your own image. And, I can’t remember enough of my own thoughts from four years ago to determine if that’s for better or for worse.

Oh College, you’ve wasted four years of my life, and it scares me to think these might have been the four best. 

Cheers,

Kyle