1. The person who started this disgusting saying must have either been rich living off daddy's money buying grades and having extended deadlines, an immigrant whose life prior to university was picking tins off a roadside for a couple of pence, or just a complete bloody idiot.
2.I've been going to university for two years now. I've switched courses and I've genuinely tried to like it but it's one giant piss take!
I have two major problems with the institution of Queen's University Belfast. The first is the students. I don't think I need to elaborate much,except to say they are bloody idiots, every last one of them. The girls prance around in denim skirts, footless tights, baseball boots and tie dye tops the look is finished by huge wooly multi coloured scarves. The boys have unsightly facial hair which looks 'cool' apparently and dress either like a tramp or like an eighty five year old man head to toe in brown tweed. And don't students talk shite? The girls talk about other girls' arses and how she 'shouldn't be wearing that cut of jeans' while the boys talk about who they got off with or how pissed they got at the weekend. I'll tell you something, this time last year I went out with some 'cool' people nearly every night and it was bloody crap! All I got out of my experience with these 'party people' was an empty wallet (forking out for taxis everywhere) and a sore head due to falling off the wall beside Domino's pizza on the Lisburn Road while drinking a big 'hoe down' bottle of scrumpy jack (it wasn't big or clever but apparently it was cool). To top it off I was nearly sexually assaulted so all in all forgive me if I don't want to fit in with the cloned sons of bitches that the university is coming down with.
There is also the issue of mature students (using the term 'mature' loosely) they deliberately wait to go to university when they're older to piss off the youth. There's this one guy in my photography group lets call him P.Jameson (no wait thats too obvious lets call him Peter J.) who proceeds unprompted to 'teach' the class. He also makes a stupid joke that wasn't funny the first time he said it and it's not funny the tenth time either. Here goes, prepare yourself,:
(Lecturer calling the register)
"Peter Jameson."
(Annoying mature student)
"You should know me by now, just imagine I'm a giant bottle of whiskey, do you get it Jameson's whiskey?"
This is twice a week people you have no idea how many people want him dead!
My second problem is lecturers. They need to grow up - striking because they aren't getting enough money? Boo frigging hoo! Cry me a damn river! I'm earning quite a good wage but lecturers earn about four times what I earn a year and they're crying because they can't buy diamond encrusted pens to write condescending comments on perfectly good essays. They're either foreigners that can't speak a word of english except for 'essay,' 'quiet,' and 'pay raise' or they're perverts staring down girl's tops leaning over them making lude comments... but it's okay they're allowed to do that because they're so bloody fantastic.
I did no revision whatsoever for my exams in December and I passed. I mean for God's sake, I saw one film out of four and had to answer questions on three of the films. I bullshitted my way through these and passed!
It's a joke - the chancellor of the university might as well be that American guy from Hustle and the lecturers his minions. 'The con is on'. The fees are astronomical and we learn next to nothing. Last week I had to make a picture of a boat on a sand dune - will that ever cure cancer? I can see it now - in ten years time someone will collapse and people will ask: "Is there a doctor in the house?". I'll confidently step forward and say, "Hold on I may not be a doctor but I once pasted pictures of a boat onto a sand dune, only I can save this man's life!"
