Save your money, quit school

By Adel

Midterms. Midterms blow. They suck just as much giving them and grading them as they do taking them. Midterms are supposed to be difficult. Midterms are supposed to test the knowledge you've gained in the first half of the semester. They're used to put the knowledge you've gained into practice. It's not only about the knowledge you've learned, it's about how to retain the important stuff. That being said, why the bloody hell are colleges filled with dumb asses?

Seriously? This is what I get? Class after class of chuckle heads? University used to be for those who wanted to better themselves. Now, it's a bloody place to hang out from four to ten years while putting off real life. Don't use my place of employment as a bunker to hide in.

I had a miserable midterm season. The school won't let me terminate students I feel are a drain on society. I have to "educate" them. Bullocks! Have you ever tried to MAKE someone learn? It's bloody impossible. I am not Edward James Olmos. I do not bloody stand and deliver.

University students of the world hear me; drop out. Those who just want to piss around in class and use university as a multi-year bar hop need to move along and make room for those who want to learn. Brilliant students in undergrad are getting suffocated by the sheer shit storm of dumbassary. It used to be just high school teachers that lost faith and all hope. Now it's surged into higher education.

What bugs me is that they have a choice. I get high school rebellion. You don't want to be there, but the man says you have to be. University is different, my future gas pump jockeys. You don't have to be here. Drop out! Make way for honest, hard working boys and girls.

Yes, I am ranting. Yes, I am in a bad mood. No, I wasn't a perfect student. But bloody hell, it seems that over the years things have just gotten worse. Today's youth is this country's future. I weep for this country then. I'm being harsh, I know, but sod off; I'm in a mood.

And then they come to me in an attempt to barter for a better grade. Really? You want to make a deal? How about this; hit yourself as hard as you can with your text book. When you come to, I promise to never to try to educate you again.

OK, I'm done now. Thanksgiving break is coming at the perfect time. I just can't wait for final exams.

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When not attempting to write for The Fuse Was Too Cold, Adel can be found mentally abusing college students on weekdays and threatening sales clerks on weekends.

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Am I dating yet?

By Adel

Are you bloody shitting me? Seriously? Someone actually had the bloody bollocks to ask me if I'm dating yet. I cannot begin to convey the level of fucking aggravation this question brings forth in me.

Of course, as with most of life's dumb ass moments, this occurred online. After I put Colin to bed I decided to go to my office and muddle around with some work. The holidays were fine, but I won't lie and say that I was buzzing with glee. I was feeling rather shiftless so I thought doing some work would at least help keep my mind occupied. I normally have my instant messenger on while I'm at the computer. A message pops up from someone I don't know. No worries. I answered it. He seemed like a good enough bloke (as far as internet guys go). Apparently he read my My Space page and put together that I am a widow. He asked for how long. I answered. His next question just made my jaw drop.

"Are you dating yet?" I'm sorry. It looked like you asked me if I was dating yet. I must be wrong. My poor eyes are tired and I must be bloody seeing things. No. That's what he asked. "Are you dating yet?" No, you buggery ass jockey, I am not dating yet. Why would anyone ask a widow that question? What would possess someone to ask a person who recently lost their spouse if they are dating yet? Are you fucking mad?

I had to ask if he was serious. Of course he said "yes" and proceeded to tell me that the typical "grieving" period for a lost spouse is a year. What in the bloody red piss are you talking about? Not only are you asking if I am dating yet you are telling me when I can expect to hit the dating scene.

I don't let this sort of nonsense bug me, typically. This just struck a chord in me. I don't talk about this much to anyone. I'm a private person by nature. I appreciate all the kind words and well wishes. But holy flaming shit. There are some things you don't ask. What was going through his mind? How big are his balls to ask such a question. In the past five months I've had various people preach to me that I will move on.... it's all part of the process... it will take time... I can't be sad forever... and so on and so forth. Fuck you!

You don't bloody know what I'm going through. Even if you had a similar experience you don't know what MY experience is like. Piss off. Do these people think these are words of encouragement? Or are they just trying to rile me? Really, when is it a good time to tell a widow that she will find someone else? Shut the fuck up, wanker. Mind your own bloody business.

I know that this is, by definition, going against my privacy policy. But, this really pisses me off. I don't get cross at my son because of other things in my life and I don't drink anymore. I have to vent somehow. I think I have to break something now.

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When not attempting to write for The Fuse Was Too Cold, Adel can be found mentally abusing college students on weekdays and threatening sales clerks on weekends.

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