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Fiery's most recent installment of "I'm going to quit (fill in the blank) and play poker," got me thinking about this topic again. I've never understood it.
I went to college. Here's what I did: -Wake up and take some drugs to kill the hangover -Think "oh [censored], I missed religion." (I went to a private religious school, Pepperdine, so I had to take 4 semesters of religion. It sucked.) -Smoke a bowl. -Go to the beach and have lunch. -Go to class for a bit -Go to the quad and try to pick up chicks -Go home and smoke a bowl -Go to the gym and play volleyball -Go home and drink 982372923402 beers -Go to some sporting event or a party or a bar -pass out During this rigorous time in my life, several thoughts went through my mind: "That chick is so hot." "This bud is so sticky" "This class is so lame" "I want a beer" "We should go surfing" But not once. Not ever. Not for one second during my four years did it ever occur to me that I should quit. All of my friends who went to UCLA, UCSD, USC, Stanford, and Berkley all had pretty much the same experience except that it took 5 and 1/2 years instead of 4. WTF!? Has college really changed that much in the past 15 years? Some of you kids are nuts. Irieguy PS- You can carry 20 units and play 800 SNGs a month while drinking every single night and sleeping till noon. Easily. |
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