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June 28, 2002
The first time it happened,
The first time it happened, it was like a swift kick to the groin. I had no idea that watching all my transfer credits be ripped out of my academic gut would be so searingly painful. Admissions offices never use anaesthetic. My early twenties were not spent in any one place for any amount of time, but I occasionally forked over the cash for another semester of goofy classes. By the time I settled down at Texas Tech in Lubbock, I had probably 70 hours of classes, only half transferring. The obnoxious admissions woman sneered at me, telling me that moving from college to college never pays off.
Laugh now, you office troglodyte! My years of undecided, undeclared, unprofitable slacker classes will actually give me thousands of extra dollars over my teaching career. Yes, we are talking about things like my scuba class, music appreciation, even my alcohol class. The NY teachers have a complex series of pay raises, and one series gives you a bonus for any college hours over a bachelors minimum requirements, even if they aren't masters level. I have over 35 hours of excessive college, euphemistically speaking, which entitles me to recoup all the thousands I spent on useless school over the years.
Being a slacker is great, I have no idea why anyone wouldn't want to be one.
Posted by G at June 28, 2002 11:10 PM