2008 Woodie Awards
College degree doesn't always equal wealth
Sunny Observations
By Colin McGuire
Rocket Life/A&E Editor
Issue date: 3/3/06 Section: Life
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As we approach spring break and you are getting your fake tan darker by the day, one cannot overlook the fact that a week off in March usually means an official end to the first half of the semester. With that said, it is safe to say that being burned out when it comes to this school thing would be an understatement.
Around now is the time that the cute girl you met down the hall at the beginning of the semester suddenly won't shut up about her infatuation with reality TV, thus forcing you to finally notice that mole on the top of her head that you swore you never saw before, yet can't stop looking at. Consequently, you to distance yourself from her, the people on your floor and the friends that now think you are just like every other guy.
Or maybe now is the time that the "cool" professor that "doesn't take attendance" gives you that first exam that you struggle to score more than your age on, thus forcing you to hate him, contemplate dropping the class, realize he really wasn't all that "cool" to begin with and causing your parents to take your precious little vehicle privileges away because they got a letter from this guy expressing his "concern" with your grade.
In other words, the honeymoon is over. We are in the muck of a collegiate semester and there is nothing that you can do about it except continue to sleep in, illegally drink your wine coolers and complain when you see snow on the ground in April.
With that said, as my college career is winding down, I have been forced to question what it is we are all doing here and how important a college degree is in today's world. It seems that with each day that passes, I begin to realize the reality of college life and how it is becoming more and more surreal, while at the same time, how much the reality of a real life is becoming scarier.
But what makes it scary, you ask? No, it's not the termination of the friendships that you thought would be oh-so tight enough to last a lifetime. No, it's not the random hook-ups you partake in whenever the frat boy decided not to answer his phone on that particular night, leaving you as a distant last resort. And no, it could never, ever be the desire to see so many stupid, faceless people that you encounter on a daily basis as you simply walk from the Union to everybody's favorite dining hall across campus.
