It does not get me the sense of having fun or bringing out the best of what I have. It may be a school of excellence but it does lack different forms of motivating people. Four years might have been enough to make me realize that I should have made my life in that institution. I should have been the boss of myself -- I should have treated it like work. BECAUSE that's what they have been trying to tell, but didn't actually said it, since the day I stepped on college.
Students were the one's who'd walk their papers.
Students should be the one asking, arranging schedules, finding who their professor was -- if not they will never come. I never knew the process was supposed to be this way. I have been fed during high school. In HS they give us guidelines, write down everything and give all information needed. Here? In this course? Different story. VERY.
You'll never live if you don't xerox a copy of the notes.
And when papers are in front of you, just GRAB it, it is important. If teachers says they want this and that from you, give it. Give it ASAP because just one day they'll remember that and go looking for it. Like 'students vomit the things i asked'. Then we'll complain but but and but. True, I'd complain. But I still need to give it, because they are higher than you. I've learned that. I've fuckin learned that.
Well, probably these problems were made possible because:
1. Students > Professors
2. First time managing a big crowd
Doesn't sound amusing at all.
And here I am.
Graduating? LMAO
I can not pull any excitement out of it.
I'm done here.
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