I dislike being in college. I don’t actually enjoy classroom learning situations; I’m a hands-on learner. I tend to enjoy most of my graphic design classes and have yet to take a writing class I disliked…but, still me in a lecture hall or classroom where all you do is take notes and listen, and you end up with a fairly irritable Kelly. Unfortunately, that’s what makes up the majority of modern-day educational systems. Because of this, I’ve developed an undying love of internships, conferences, and extra-curricular learning experiences. What better way to learn than to be truly involved IN something?
Anyways, college and I don’t always get along. I’ve been fairly frank about that. There are a lot of things I could say about college, but there are some I will never admit.
Like, I’ll never admit that because of college I have become a more versatile, well-rounded person.
I would never, ever confess to the fact that I have had to learn about being adaptive.
I would probably avoid saying that my sister and I have become friends for the first time in our lives, partially because of experiences we each had at college.
You definitely wouldn’t catch me saying that some of my favorite professors are the ones that challenged me the most.
I wouldn’t be caught dead talking about the fact that being a working student who supports herself through college has made me a more driven and conscious professional.
No one would ever hear me talk about how living in the dorms has made me more socially capable and outgoing.
You wouldn’t overhear me saying that dealing with people that I disagree with in a college setting has taught me to be more patient, understanding, and empathetic of different views.
I would never admit to loving some of the social quirks of campus living (like late-night runs to Steak n’ Shake or the sense of panicked community and reliance we all feel at 3 a.m. in the computer lab the night before your animation is due).
Never, ever would I fess up to liking some of the conveniences of suburban living.
I’d rather eat dirt than tell someone that college has made me a stronger, better, more able human being.
So, you see? College just isn’t my cup of tea. There are so many awful experiences and rotten memories tied to college for me. I can’t wait to walk across that stage next June and get my diploma-degree-thingy and just be done. As much as I rant about how I’m ready to be done with college, there are a lot of good things to keep in mind…things that I’m much too stubborn to discuss openly.
College just isn’t my “thang.” There are plenty of things I like about it…but I’ll never admit it.