No. 304 It's too late you cheap skate!

It's too late you cheap skate. Ugh, my eminent college career is coming to an end. Yes, I went to a cheap college, a public school, and yes, it is top 37 or up, but yes, for the cheapness I had to sacrifice my grades. Instead of going to a nice private college where you pay for your grades, I toiled away and managed to pummel my gpa where yes it is average at my university, but horrid as everyone else gets 3.5s and up. I had this discussion with my dad-a fellow cheapy. I remember vividly my years in high school. I remember how it was implied that you best go to a cheap, but good public school so save up, especially since I was going to get another degree-masters or really law-that I keep kidding myself if I really want it, but it's like it was fate, like I didn't choose it, it was just there. Anyways, the point was, it was best I go to a good reputable but cheap public school. This was imperative. My parents did hint that if I did go to Stanford-it might be ok, besides the fact that they would have to eat ramen noodles for the rest of their lives, but they were willing to make that sacrifice. Ok, I am a girl, I am asian, filial piety anyways-would I let my parents suffer while I was at an extremely expensive school? Furthermore, no sense in going out of state since out of state tuition is expensive and so it private school right? Yea, Harvard was out too. Mind you, my SAT wasn't up to par so it wasn't even negotiable. Anyways, so the imperative wa sthat I need to go to cheap, public and reputable. Also, my parents would be paying for all of it. I thank them but than a part of me says, "no it is accepted because like all Asians, you pay for college." Furthermore, i'm a girl. Furthermore there is this thing called "saving face." Anyways, so then my dad tells me when I am 2 weeks from graduating on time from the public, cheap, but reputable research university that, "you know, if you had gone to a private school, it may have been easier on your gpa and you would have gotten a higher gpa than your mediocre gpa now." THANK YOU PROFESSOR, IT'S A LITTLE DAMN LATE ISN'T IT, MR. I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT IS ACADEMIA, THANK YOU SIR FOR TELLING ME THIS NOW, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? CHRIST, if I only was Marissa-she got it easy I tell you. Anyways, so yea, like now all of a sudden he decides that maybe he can foot the bill of private school and that I might have learned more and it would be harder to flunk out when classes are less then 15 people instead of 600 people in a lecture hall. COME ON MAN? TOO FUCKING LATE! So yea, but anyways, I am planning to go to grad school/law school-please let me go somewhere that is within the 50 states and not in Puerto Rico, but anyways, money and cost is not an option. I don't care if it costs 45,000 dollars, money is not an option now, I don't fucking care. Also, someone may say, "why didn't you just go to the college you wanted, private or wahtever, doesn't matter right" no the thing was, maybe if I came from a family where I knew my parents wouldn't be paying for my college, I wouldn't fucking care and just get a loan and that'd be that and go to a college that I thought was fab and glam, but no, I didn't even apply for financial aid or anything. No, not because i was lazy, or didnt' want to, but it was basically told that I can't apply to those because I don't qualify, so yea, basically I couldn't apply to scholarships or anything because you need tax returns-something I didn't have, so while I may have gotten free money-or at least like enough to buy a quarter worth of books, hell to the no, I didn't, instead, I was always thinking about the guilt and the debt to my parents that I kept racking up. Not the debt like I must wash the dishes because they paid for my school, but monteary wise, like regardless of what people say that when you get down from school it will cost you 6,000 x 4 years tuition and like 6 x 4 years living expensives, no, it was more like, 15,000 x 4 and it was cutting it close bitches, and no, I didn't visit starbucks 5 times a day. yes, so, I guess my most valuable life lesson learned from college was if I wanted a high gpa i should have gone to a shcool where I would have been paying for one.

My academia life at the reputable public university led me to think that it doesn't matter how hard you study or the endless amounts of facts you know, instead, it's the way you present them, the way you bs them, the way you shape them into general arguments that don't mean a damn thing except from a 0.0 to 4.0 scale. I didn't learn anything, I learned basic things like mla format, how to analyze a text book-aka not reading it, I learned that you don't need to do the readings but memorize your lecture notes for that one hour of testing, I learned that some professors are cool and want to talk while others are so under pressure to publish that they don't have time for you, I learned that a my school is like a business, in which the football coach was one of the highest paid in all of washington state, I learned that all my hardwork was futile because it wasn't the facts I spilled onto a page, but how well i bs it and put it together, I learned that my teachers are all not just non-bias, but they are all bias and some even use objectable language. I also learned that racism exists, even at a liberal college. I learned that people are still uninformed, even certain public officials and people passionate about certain issues. It was saddening, I didn't get a great education, I just saw life in a skewed way, and realized that this is sad what a place like this produces. Not great minds, but biases that have great minds, something that kind of saddened me...

Also, rant here: FUCK SAKES GIRL, IF YOU SAW YOUR BANK BILL AND PANICKED, WHY DO YOU STILL GO TO STARBUCKS 5 TIMES A DAY

This is what this girl said, she said she just saw her bank bill and freaked, but she still had to come to starbucks, and says that she's ususally here 5 times a day and maybe she should work there so she can get the minute discount. OMG-COME ON MAN-that is Classic America, the America that says "you are two paychecks from being broke and homeless," "You are going to be poor because of your non-saving habits and over zealous spending." God, what an idiot, like I don't understand and no she wans't just like gloating like oh I have money, but I can't believe I spend this much, but oh it's ok. COME ON MAN. I mean come on, yes, maybe when you see your bank bill in the 5 digits you begin to panic, but then you look at your checkbook, realize you can pay it all off, it will beok you just won't get your mocha all the time, it's be fine right, no, it wasn't, god the girl was obnoxious and I think she thought the guy was cute while he wasn't having any of that...

Do you have to go Venti?

This is something I read from someone else's blog that said, when he sees people go venti-he asks himself if they have to go that big, just like Americans-they overconsume-cars (SUVS), clothes etc, all the while he is wearing a Polo by Ralph Lauren shirt, gee I wonder whose the hypocrite man. Seriously. And yes, you have to go Venti because it's the better deal and everyone needs the extra jolt. This is America, creditor nations let us overconsume because we can and they are weak and we are the hegemon. Yes bitches, long live the Venti-in fact, I don't even think the Venti is big enough-especially if you add ice...

Also, speaking of Ventis

I got my white chocolate mocha and it had whip cream on it? OMG, who does that, usually I go for the straight shot venti americano no room for cream cuz I like the bitterness of the coffee, but omg, I thought you had to ask for the whip cream to be on it for them to give it to you, or usually they ask, "whip or no whip?" UGH, so yea, I took a sip-couldn't figure out what was going on, then saw this glob on the inside, realized it was while I was walking out of the door-then I had to like use a straw to sling out the whip-who does that, ew ew ew, whip is so weird and gross like i'm not even sure what to say and hello, does everything need whip on it I swear, whoever made those special lids for the ice drinks needs to seriously reevaluate their fortune, especially since it added to britney's skanky life...and don't even get me started