As some of you might know, I am a freshman at Northeastern University in Boston. The School does have its advantages � it�s right in the center of Boston, next to the MFA, there are 2 very close T stops including a commuter rail for when I want to go further distances. Also, I have many friends that go here & though they don�t live on campus, they live very close by. I still manage to get out to shows & act stupid with my friends despite all the work I have to do.
Northeastern is not without its downsides. In fact, I have been finding more recently that the bad out weighs the good. Though I never did have much faith in my generation (the Y generation), Northeastern has helped me to confirm my hatred for the majority of those born after 1980. Some of you might think hatred is a pretty harsh word, but as you read on, you will see why these people disgust me so much.
To start off, I live in the dorms. The dorms have never been a good place for people like me. It seems that the only people who actually enjoy their time in the dorms are the drunken jocks or bimbos who were much too stupid to even get into a frat or sorority (which, after seeing them in action, I swear to god they�re nothing but cults). Kids who have any grasp on reality & what it takes to become someone never fit into the dorm life. Every single one of my friends that go here have moved out of the dorms at least a year ago. They were just too horrible & it was too harsh having to live with morons. Of course, these people are older than me & have served their time in this prison most people call the dorms; I need to spend my time here too I guess.
When I first heard of my older friends hating the dorms, they would tell me stories of loud drunkenness all through the night, everyday of the week, people fucking openly in the halls, room mates stealing your stuff & throwing their dirty laundry on your side of them room. Truly, I thought this had to be exaggeration. No one could be this disrespectful to their peers. I later found out that this was all too true and in some cases even worse. And that it wasn�t that they were disrespectful to their peers because people like me are not their peers at all � rather I am just the token weird girl on the floor.
Allow me to give examples of these pigs who I am ashamed are a part of my generation �
First of all, my first roommate, Kristina (who I call Kristina Kunt). Never have I ever encountered such blatant rudeness. This girl never talked & when she did, it was always hostile. Her friends would crash here every weekend which I might have not minded had they not been so rude. They would come into my room, move my stuff, unplug things I NEEDED to have plugged in, blast their music 3 times as loud as I had mine just to over power it (they didn�t ask), & on occasion would even make fun of me TO MY FACE�what the fuck is this? Fucking middle school? Her boyfriend was a common guest. The boy never even said hello to me & often I would find his dirty sock & boxers under my bed. He didn�t even have the decency to say hello to my mom. This is not civilized, rather the barbaric time in one�s life they have dubbed �the teenage years�.
Another example is not from an experience of my own, but rather one I over heard. It was maybe 3 in the morning when I heard this poor girl from my floor on the phone to her mother. She was balling. Apparently, her 2 roommates were making fun of her, keeping her awake at night even though she had early classes the next day. Every now & again the girls would open the door to the room just to yell something else horrible at her. They would constantly lock her out of the room. I was at my door, about to open it, to invite her to crash the night with me, but by the time I was there, she went back into the room to suffer lord knows what other humiliations. I just don�t understand how people can be so mean & even gang up on a roommate to make her life harder than it has to be. Everyone should just get along especially since you know you have to survive an entire school year with others. They don�t have to be friends, just set up something like �I don�t fuck with you, you don�t fuck with me.� To this day I still don�t know who that girl was, I only know her crying voice. I hope things have gotten better for her.
Let us now discuss the other people of Stetson East (my dorm building) along with all the other fucks of this school.
The girls on my floor � absolute & total drunken whores. They wake me up at 5 in the morning screaming some kind of unintelligible nonsense. The same goes for the Criminal Justice majors below me. This I could forgive if they weren�t total bitches & assholes to me.
Am I wrong in thinking that holding a door open for someone is a polite thing to do? Something that might warrant a thank you? I was raised well. I hold the door open for people if I see someone coming. I will stop & stand with the door open for a good minute or so until they pass through. Do I get a thank you from these ungrateful fucks? No, that would make too much sense. I seriously have no idea why I bother. This might sound little, but as time goes on, aggravation builds up.
Often I will pass them [some familiar faces from the building] in the halls or see them on campus & I will give them a little smile (this is what one should do when you�re being forced to share a small space with strangers). Do I get a response? Yes, I actually do in this case. It�s usually an evil smirk or some other type of filthy look. After all, I am different from them. By smiling at them I could be putting an evil spell upon them�you know, that spell where you�re actually NICE to other people.
I should mention that there is a small percentage of kids here who do say thank you or smile back or even say �hi�, but the majority of the people here are nothing but ungrateful losers whose parents did a fucking shitty job raising them (too much work teaching your kid manners I guess).
In high school, sure, they were the same back then too, but at least then you could go home after a few hours of hell with them and unwind, do your own thing & forget about all the losers at school. In college it�s completely different. Not only do you have to go to class with these people, you have to live with them too until, of course, you can scrounge up enough money to get your own place or if you commute from home.
This brings us to classes at Northeastern. I�m a history major & I love it. Most of the classes, with a few exceptions, are wicked good. The teachers seem to know what they�re talking about & unless a discussion comes about, there is minimal contact with the ignorant fucks [your basic college kid]. Unfortunately, it is the few exceptions I mentioned that makes dropping out of school look pretty damn good.
I have had a few classes that made my schooling thus far hell & far more stressful than they have to be, but I am going to concentrate on one � English 2 with Prof. Field (I am not going to change his name. He is an asshole & I feel no need to hide it. If he should ever read this, at least he is finding out what he really is & that is an INCOMPETANT PRICK WHO HAS NO RIGHT TO TEACH. Again, I sound harsh, but this is how I feel).
First off, this is Field�s first class EVER. He is still finishing graduate school as I think most of the English teachers here are. This being the case, he takes this class far too seriously. He seems to think he�s going to completely change the world with this one stupid freshman English class.
Why might I think this? Well, he has decided to base the entire class on racism. I am by no means a racist, but I do enjoy the occasional racist joke (I�m a skinhead, what do you want from me?). I have black friends, Asian friends, Jewish friends, all that good shit. BUT I AM FUCKING SICK OF BEING FORCE FED ALL THIS ANTI-RACIST BULLSHIT & PROPAGANDA. All throughout high school, this is all I heard, a constant stream of �blacks are good & have done no wrong�whites have done nothing but horrible things all throughout history�if you�re white, go home & whip yourself�blah blah blah�� I am sick of being forced to feel sorry for being white. Sure, slavery was bad, but I never owned a slave, none of my ancestors did. So you can imagine my annoyance in hearing that a basic English class was going to be converted into a race relations class. I actually tried to switch out of it, but couldn�t.
For one of our first assignments, Field made us watch part of �A Birth of a Nation�. For those of you who don�t know, it is a silent movie released in 1915 & it glorifies the birth of the KKK. It is a racist movie. It is also my favorite movie of all time. I do not like it for its message (truthfully, I find the message funny in its insanity), but I have always loved silent films, Lillian Gish is my favorite actress, & it really was a groundbreaking film for reasons I will not get into now. Obviously, I know a lot about the movie having done several projects on it as an art form. I made it obvious to the teacher that I knew a lot about it. Ever since he has heard that I watched the movie on my own time he has hated me. He also assigned us to read parts of The Clansmen which is the novel �Birth of a Nation� is based on.
The part of the book we were supposed to read involved the rape of a young girl (about 12 or 13 years old) and her mother by a black convict. The women later kill themselves by jumping off a cliff because they cannot stand to live with themselves after being raped. The section of �Birth� we were supposed to watch was when the young girl jumps off the cliff, but in the movie she is not raped, it is only apparent that the black convict has bad intentions. She jumps to get away from the man.
So, after we were supposed to have read and watched what was assigned, we were to come into class today & discuss it. I already knew I was going to be in trouble � I would be sticking up for a film I was supposed to hate.
It has become apparent to me that the Field hasn�t even seen the movie. He always gets characters mixed up & seems to have only read a couple negative reviews of it. He has no historical information not only about the movie, but about the time & place upon which the movie is supposed to be taking place (which is pre-Civil War to Reconstruction in the South).
In our discussion, a girl who I am FULLY ASHAMED to call a classmate said that during the rape of the young girl in the book, she felt nothing. In fact that she was even HAPPY the girl got raped because she was racist & she got what was coming to her. I don�t care if the girl is a mass murderer, a girl that young or a fully-grown woman does NOT DESERVE to be raped. This absolutely disgusted me, I think for good reason. Not only did this ditz say this, but it would even appear that the teacher AGREED with her; that is to say, he didn�t disagree, he only nodded. I was ready to walk right the fuck out of that classroom.
Later the class talked about how absurd it was that the girl felt she had to kill herself after being raped. HELLO?! Have these people EVER taken a history class?! If a girl or woman was raped back in those days, she was considered damaged goods and would never be able to find a husband which is all women had back then. I told this to the class along with stories about how mid-wives would splash blood on the sheets of a newly married couples� beds on their wedding night to assure that it appeared that the woman was a virgin whether she was or was not. Field actually had the balls to disagree with me. He did not think this warranted suicide. FUCK YOU FIELD! Were you even listening to me? If she were raped, especially by a black man, especially in the south, she would have no hope of any future.
Then they discussed how in the movie the girl jumps without even being touched by the convict (who is actually a white man in blackface) & how silly that was. Field thought I wouldn�t have an answer to this, which is why he asked me to answer it. He thought he had me, I could see it in his smirk, the bastard. I told him the truth � in 1915, they would have never even HINTED at CONSENSUAL SEX, let alone RAPE in a movie. & why did she flip out even though the convict didn�t touch her? The convict was a white man in black face. Had he touched her, the black makeup would have rubbed off on her white skin and her clothes. The makeup they used was oil based & never dried. A simple answer. When I gave it, Field just appeared pissed that I knew more about the subject that he did, which I guess is understandable. No teacher wants to be upstaged by a college freshman.
I do not understand how a teacher can teach something without knowing shit about it. Never have I ever seen such incompetence in a professor.
I could go on for pages more of this joke of class, but I fear this Rant is too long as is.
Perhaps you now think of me as a pessimistic nazi, but I am not. I am simply stating facts from my everyday life here at Northeastern. This is what the children of America are being subjected to � rudeness, incompetence, and yes even lies. I should be fair and say that other schools are probably like this as well, but I have no first hand experience any place else & it would be unfair for me to do so.
