The semester has been going now for two and a half days. I've never wanted to drop out of college more. I hate being here.
People say I'll miss this place when I'm gone. Rest assured, I will not. I will miss some people. I will not miss school. I'll leave and never turn back.
You might think I'm exaggerating, that I don't really mean this. I do mean it. I mean every word.
Please don't get me wrong. I like my classmates (some more than others) and I really like several teachers. There are even a few who have shown some small interest in teaching me.
But at my most fundamental depth, I hold in high and deserved contempt virtually any form of bureaucracy, institutional red tape, regulation, policy, paperwork, need for signature, homework, grades, standardized tests, accreditation, "priority", taskmaster, or mechanical apathy.
I've been told that's just how life is, that we simply must live like this. That's not true. These people, good people, have been lied to, and they believed it. It's not just this way. It's been made this way, and the longer anybody slaves through any machine like a drone, the longer that machine perpetuates.
I've been in school far too long. By being here, I'm living my own personal hell. It's against policy for anybody here to give a damn.
UPDATE: Four hours after writing this, I feel I need to repent of my bitterness. I'm sorry I feel this way, and sorrier I decided to publish it.