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[Scosh]

Just graduated last night and I am now officially an adult

[CAMAricer]

High school vs College vs Working 9-5?

Hmm...tough choice, but I'd take...

GRADE SCHOOL!

Come on, you eat, sleep, play, and "learn" everyday. You get two 15-minute recess/breaks, an hour lunch to eat/play. Hitting girls and making fun of them was a good thing and you didn't get punished for it (most of the time). PE meant dodge ball, tag, or red rover. Your day "ends" at 3pm and then you go home to watch TV/play video games for 4 hours. Then your mom makes you dinner. Spend an hour or two doing homework and go to sleep. That is life at it's finest.

High school is like grade school except now you get 3x the homework, have to help out with chores at home, get a job in the summer instead of goofing off with your friends down the block to 2 months. Girls laughed at you (and somehow you can't brush it off like the way you did before). Your parents actually care what you get in class now, so more pressure is on. PE meant changing down to your underwear in front of other dudes, which meant trying to look down as much as possible to prevent incidental eye contact with some fat kid's tights riding up on him. Heaven forbid if they made you showered afterwards. No more recess, just a 45 minute lunch period to cram/copy someone else's homework assignment for the next period. You go home and mom's busy doing her stuff so you have to open the fridge to make yourself dinner but can only find bread but no meat, cheese but in block form so you're too damn lazy to cut it yourself so you break off a piece instead and toss between to slices of bread and eat it as is. Then you sneak into your room before your mom/dad spots you to yell at you for not cleaning up your room/mowing the front yard/or taking out the trash. Then you plop down in front of your computer and AIM with your nerdy friends about stuff relationship gossip like why that chick you like is dating that other loser until you realize that you're sitting in your old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sweats that you refuse to let your mom throw away 'cause you've worn it down to much it feels like silk against your skin and know exactly why it is you and your buddies spend Friday nights at the local McDonalds/Carl Jr playing Magic the Gathering/Pokemon and complaining again why girls won't go out with you. Finally after 4 miserable years, you face the music and submit your college apps in but get rejected from all the places you wanted to go to and settle for your 4th choice only because it's as far away from home as you can get. But not before your parents give the old "well your cousin got into so-and-so college, why couldn't you?" speech. And the last week of school arrives and you finally gather the cojones to confess your unrequited love to that girl only to find out that she once felt that way about you but moved on because you were to chicken to ask her about sooner. So you spend your summer before college kicking yourself in the arse wondering what could have been instead of focusing on the bright future ahead. So yeah...high school sucked.

College starts off with a clean slate as everyone is pretty much thrown into the same pot. You quickly decide to cut your hair, buy new clothes with that sweet financial aid money, and be the awesome guy you knew you were in high school but didn't care what other's thought but now you do 'cause you want to make a good impression on all the girls who live in your dorm (hooray to co-ed dorms!!!). But who-do-you-know-it but that dorky smell kid in high school that everyone avoided like the plague (even the bullies never messed with him) also lives in your dorm and instantly recognizes you and thinks that since you guys went to the same high school you should be instant best buddies. So there goes your plan for being that cool rebel kid from some who-knows ghetto high school with some bad street cred. But by all that is holy, an equally nerdy kid befriends him and eventually he doesn't follow you anymore around campus, but not before destroying every chance you had to score with any girl in your dorm. Fortunately there are many dorms, so you like your odds. Courses are hard at first as you try to adjust to the weird schedule of waking up at different times in the day to start classes, sometimes having only 3 hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, and no classes at all on Tuesdays and Thursday. You partner with some really, REALLY cute girl in lab but of course she's already hooked up with that guy from your dorm that acts like a total douche who tries to be everyone's best friend but really isn't. Then there's that professor who sounds like he should be taking ESL instead of trying to teach everyone else physics but whatever 'cause you don't show up for class anyways. Textbooks grape you up the anus since they cost $100 each!!! and you only use them for like 3 months? Then your loser friend tries to buy it from you for like $20 because he knows you don't need it anymore and like he's doing you a favor and so you do it, then you find out he later sells it to his other friend for $70 WTF?!?!? The first year ends up with you skipping most of your classes and you still manage to score decent grades because HELL YEAH to the CURVE because in college an F is really a B because all those other morons who skipped class managed to score even lower than you did. Repeat 3 more years and boom now you've graduate college, knew just barely more than you did leaving high school, but this time you're facing life in the face 'cause there's not more mommy/daddy to fall back on anymore. Now it's time to the big leagues and your crapping your pants because you realized that you spent WAY TOO much time actually studying worthless things in college instead of actually learning any real life lessons and skills that will help you in any job you happen to get. Yeah.... college sucked too.

So now you're working a 9-5 job with a 3 hour commute each day to a job where people constantly yell at you for no reason what so ever. Your boss, you're sure, hates you and thinks your incompetent. Your coworkers pity you. And your parents still get on your case about what you should/could have done with your life. You live paycheck to paycheck, spending whatever money you have paying for your credit card bills you racked up because of all the times your ex went shopping, wanting to eat a fancy place, or seeing each and every Julie Roberts or George Clooney movie that came out (AHHHH!!!!!). You save and save to buy your Celica something nice (like new tires, a new windshield) but get hassled by your current GF. On the rare days you actually have off (or the measly 7 days of vacation you get a year), you spend it going to car shows or meets, seeing cool cars that you will never own (let have a chance to drive). By the way, seeing your paycheck graped in the face by the gov at the tune of 40% is like having a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in your ear. But you go anyways in your 15 year old car with it's dings and scratches, torn/cracked seats, $200 ebay body kit that doesn't quite fit right with it's $500 paint/install job where the guys used nails to attach your side skirts on and silicon windshield glue to hold down your spoiler and a c-clamp to keep your front fender from falling off (which you only discovered years later when you removed it to install a proper fitting bumper!). Hell, your car and all it's 105 HP sucks in comparison to those 300HP imports that only rich mommy and daddy can afford for spoil brat punk high school kids (whom you remembered from your high school days when you were working at McDonalds and serving them their stupid happy meals). But whatever, it's your damn car and it's YOUR name on the pink slip, not mommy or daddy, so to hell with what everyone else thinks, my car kicks ass and I'm damn proud of it. No more asking your mom for gas money, or having to drive your little sister to soccer practice, or circling the damn college parking lot for an hour trying to get a spot that doesn't exist. If you wanted to drive to Vegas, you do it. If you wanted to go out a 1 am in the morning for a burger, you did it. If your friends hate the music/radio station you have in your car, you tell them to get the hell out and drive themselves because you're the driver and it's the driver who's in charge. And who even listens to Michael Bolton anyway? And anyone who still listens to rap at the age of 28 is a tool, yes I said it. And if you wanted some stupid Winnie-the-Pooh charm on your key-chain, even though it can look sorta gay, who cares? It looks still looks cool dangling from your custom Toyota key that you paid $$$ for no good reason other than it says TRD on it. Then your friend gets married some some girl you knew in high school and you get invited to the wedding, so it's kinda cool until you hear that you crazy ex is the maid of honor. But you know what, you drive a hella fine car now and your GF is younger and way hotter than you old beldam of an ex, so ha ha, who's lauging now, huh? She's 30 and still single and you got a job/car/girl and like they say success is the best sort of revenge. Now you're driving back home, windows rolled down (not because the AC's broke) but you're feeling hella good and your blasting the radio and your girl can't figure why you're in such a good mood. You think back about how it used to be when you were younger, no car, no job, no place to call your own. And now you're pretty much on your way. So yeah, working-life totally rocks.



BTW, all of the above that was describe was absolutely a random/hypothetical blanket example of life in high school/college/real life....any resemblance to any factual person/person's life is merely coincidental. The author of this post was merely commenting on the OP and reminds the reader to not try to extract any actual meaning.



This post has been edited by CAMAricer: May 15, 2010 - 10:40 PM

[D-Man]

High school vs College vs Working 9-5?

Hmm...tough choice, but I'd take...

GRADE SCHOOL!

Come on, you eat, sleep, play, and "learn" everyday. You get two 15-minute recess/breaks, an hour lunch to eat/play. Hitting girls and making fun of them was a good thing and you didn't get punished for it (most of the time). PE meant dodge ball, tag, or red rover. Your day "ends" at 3pm and then you go home to watch TV/play video games for 4 hours. Then your mom makes you dinner. Spend an hour or two doing homework and go to sleep. That is life at it's finest.

High school is like grade school except now you get 3x the homework, have to help out with chores at home, get a job in the summer instead of goofing off with your friends down the block to 2 months. Girls laughed at you (and somehow you can't brush it off like the way you did before). Your parents actually care what you get in class now, so more pressure is on. PE meant changing down to your underwear in front of other dudes, which meant trying to look down as much as possible to prevent incidental eye contact with some fat kid's tights riding up on him. Heaven forbid if they made you showered afterwards. No more recess, just a 45 minute lunch period to cram/copy someone else's homework assignment for the next period. You go home and mom's busy doing her stuff so you have to open the fridge to make yourself dinner but can only find bread but no meat, cheese but in block form so you're too damn lazy to cut it yourself so you break off a piece instead and toss between to slices of bread and eat it as is. Then you sneak into your room before your mom/dad spots you to yell at you for not cleaning up your room/mowing the front yard/or taking out the trash. Then you plop down in front of your computer and AIM with your nerdy friends about stuff relationship gossip like why that chick you like is dating that other loser until you realize that you're sitting in your old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sweats that you refuse to let your mom throw away 'cause you've worn it down to much it feels like silk against your skin and know exactly why it is you and your buddies spend Friday nights at the local McDonalds/Carl Jr playing Magic the Gathering/Pokemon and complaining again why girls won't go out with you. Finally after 4 miserable years, you face the music and submit your college apps in but get rejected from all the places you wanted to go to and settle for your 4th choice only because it's as far away from home as you can get. But not before your parents give the old "well your cousin got into so-and-so college, why couldn't you?" speech. And the last week of school arrives and you finally gather the cojones to confess your unrequited love to that girl only to find out that she once felt that way about you but moved on because you were to chicken to ask her about sooner. So you spend your summer before college kicking yourself in the arse wondering what could have been instead of focusing on the bright future ahead. So yeah...high school sucked.

College starts off with a clean slate as everyone is pretty much thrown into the same pot. You quickly decide to cut your hair, buy new clothes with that sweet financial aid money, and be the awesome guy you knew you were in high school but didn't care what other's thought but now you do 'cause you want to make a good impression on all the girls who live in your dorm (hooray to co-ed dorms!!!). But who-do-you-know-it but that dorky smell kid in high school that everyone avoided like the plague (even the bullies never messed with him) also lives in your dorm and instantly recognizes you and thinks that since you guys went to the same high school you should be instant best buddies. So there goes your plan for being that cool rebel kid from some who-knows ghetto high school with some bad street cred. But by all that is holy, an equally nerdy kid befriends him and eventually he doesn't follow you anymore around campus, but not before destroying every chance you had to score with any girl in your dorm. Fortunately there are many dorms, so you like your odds. Courses are hard at first as you try to adjust to the weird schedule of waking up at different times in the day to start classes, sometimes having only 3 hours on Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, and no classes at all on Tuesdays and Thursday. You partner with some really, REALLY cute girl in lab but of course she's already hooked up with that guy from your dorm that acts like a total douche who tries to be everyone's best friend but really isn't. Then there's that professor who sounds like he should be taking ESL instead of trying to teach everyone else physics but whatever 'cause you don't show up for class anyways. Textbooks grape you up the anus since they cost $100 each!!! and you only use them for like 3 months? Then your loser friend tries to buy it from you for like $20 because he knows you don't need it anymore and like he's doing you a favor and so you do it, then you find out he later sells it to his other friend for $70 WTF?!?!? The first year ends up with you skipping most of your classes and you still manage to score decent grades because HELL YEAH to the CURVE because in college an F is really a B because all those other morons who skipped class managed to score even lower than you did. Repeat 3 more years and boom now you've graduate college, knew just barely more than you did leaving high school, but this time you're facing life in the face 'cause there's not more mommy/daddy to fall back on anymore. Now it's time to the big leagues and your crapping your pants because you realized that you spent WAY TOO much time actually studying worthless things in college instead of actually learning any real life lessons and skills that will help you in any job you happen to get. Yeah.... college sucked too.

So now you're working a 9-5 job with a 3 hour commute each day to a job where people constantly yell at you for no reason what so ever. Your boss, you're sure, hates you and thinks your incompetent. Your coworkers pity you. And your parents still get on your case about what you should/could have done with your life. You live paycheck to paycheck, spending whatever money you have paying for your credit card bills you racked up because of all the times your ex went shopping, wanting to eat a fancy place, or seeing each and every Julie Roberts or George Clooney movie that came out (AHHHH!!!!!). You save and save to buy your Celica something nice (like new tires, a new windshield) but get hassled by your current GF. On the rare days you actually have off (or the measly 7 days of vacation you get a year), you spend it going to car shows or meets, seeing cool cars that you will never own (let have a chance to drive). By the way, seeing your paycheck graped in the face by the gov at the tune of 40% is like having a buffalo take a diarrhea dump in your ear. But you go anyways in your 15 year old car with it's dings and scratches, torn/cracked seats, $200 ebay body kit that doesn't quite fit right with it's $500 paint/install job where the guys used nails to attach your side skirts on and silicon windshield glue to hold down your spoiler and a c-clamp to keep your front fender from falling off (which you only discovered years later when you removed it to install a proper fitting bumper!). Hell, your car and all it's 105 HP sucks in comparison to those 300HP imports that only rich mommy and daddy can afford for spoil brat punk high school kids (whom you remembered from your high school days when you were working at McDonalds and serving them their stupid happy meals). But whatever, it's your damn car and it's YOUR name on the pink slip, not mommy or daddy, so to hell with what everyone else thinks, my car kicks ass and I'm damn proud of it. No more asking your mom for gas money, or having to drive your little sister to soccer practice, or circling the damn college parking lot for an hour trying to get a spot that doesn't exist. If you wanted to drive to Vegas, you do it. If you wanted to go out a 1 am in the morning for a burger, you did it. If your friends hate the music/radio station you have in your car, you tell them to get the hell out and drive themselves because you're the driver and it's the driver who's in charge. And who even listens to Michael Bolton anyway? And anyone who still listens to rap at the age of 28 is a tool, yes I said it. And if you wanted some stupid Winnie-the-Pooh charm on your key-chain, even though it can look sorta gay, who cares? It looks still looks cool dangling from your custom Toyota key that you paid $$ for no good reason other than it says TRD on it. Then your friend gets married some some girl you knew in high school and you get invited to the wedding, so it's kinda cool until you hear that you crazy ex is the maid of honor. But you know what, you drive a hella fine car now and your GF is younger and way hotter than you old beldam of an ex, so ha ha, who's lauging now, huh? She's 30 and still single and you got a job/car/girl and like they say success is the best sort of revenge. Now you're driving back home, windows rolled down (not because the AC's broke) but you're feeling hella good and your blasting the radio and your girl can't figure why you're in such a good mood. You think back about how it used to be when you were younger, no car, no job, no place to call your own. And now you're pretty much on your way. So yeah, working-life totally rocks.



BTW, all of the above that was describe was absolutely a random/hypothetical blanket example of life in high school/college/real life....any resemblance to any factual person/person's life is merely coincidental. The author of this post was merely commenting on the OP and reminds the reader to not try to extract any actual meaning.

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