I was sitting in my marketing class today, taught once again by someone who's country of origin is the subject of a pool with a current value of fifty dollars, and I realized that I'm burned out. I'm not talking a minor burnout, in which I just skip class for a couple of days, work a little harder, make a few extra bucks and go out and buy a lot of hamburger meat. No, I'm seriously burned out of college. I just sat there, watching this guy drone on and on about marketing concepts that I'm sure I'll have to know for a test at some point, but I just can't care. I didn't even study for the test we took last week and I made a 35 out of 50 on it. I smell high school all over again, only this time I won't be getting straight A's. After the first fifteen minutes I eased my sheek, white apple ear buds in, and cranked up a hodgepodge of 80's hits. Then I opened my recently photocopied FlightSafety KingAir E-90 training manual and proceeded to learn as much as I could about various systems of this 10,100 pound airplane. (Yes, I know I'm a dork... leave me be.) Anywho, this is a once a week class, and after the first hour he gave us a break... and I broke... for the exit. I've been to the class three times, one was a test, and the other two I left at the first break. This is getting ridiculous. I need a degree... and to get out of here.
Really, I just need some good, ol' fashioned convogination... how late is Braum's open?
Jeff C.
