University is a waste of time and money. What’s the point in paying upwards of $10,000 a year for a piece of paper that doesn’t guarantee you a job? You don’t even go to class. Literally all you do is get drunk with your friends, which you could still do while having a job and actually contributing to society. We need plumbers, not your supernumerary revelations on Hegel’s Phenomenology of Spirit. You’re not special, you have no original thoughts and you’re wasting your young malleable body in its prime time for hard labour.
Self-doubt is an important thing. I’ve always had a gnawing voice in the back of my head telling me that I’m not cut out for the classroom, so a few months ago I just said fuck it and finally dropped out. Ever since, I’ve had so much more time to dedicate to my ska band. We have a gig lined up at an open mic night in a few weeks that I’m really jazzed for. I never would’ve had time to prepare if I was wasting away in my Gender, Women & Music class. I’m not really looking for a job right now because I can’t afford to take any focus away from my music, but my dad’s trying to connect me with something administrative at Lockheed Martin. I’ve also put some feelers out at the Loot, but their hours conflict with band practice so I’ll probably self-select out of that one.
By Jenna Olsen