-Teaching Assistants. Now there’s a fucking joke. When was the last time a TA was actually helpful? Never! That’s because the only requirements to become one are that they took the class three years ago with a different professor and different material and didn’t fail. That and they don’t give a shit about the students that come to see them because they’re too busy studying for their own exams. One time, I went to see a TA and she actually charged me because I went to see her outside of office hours. What kind of bullshit is that?

-This ever happen to you? You’re wearing a bunch of layers because it’s pretty cold outside. You’re sitting in class and you start to get a little warm so you take off your sweatshirt – only the shirt you’re wearing underneath comes off as well so now your sitting in class half-naked and you can’t even tell that everyone is wondering what the fuck you’re doing because all your clothes are inside out around your head.

-Does anyone know how they come up with course numbers? Like how come Sociology 237 isn’t Sociology 238? Who decides that? Just curious.

-I love pre-med kids. They’re fucking nuts, especially when it comes to the MCATs. Those crazy bastards won’t go out for five months just to study for one test. I think I’m going to have to study medicine alongside my pre-med friend Shermdog, just so I’ll be able to administer first-aid when he gets bombed out of his mind right after the test is finally over.

-Don’t you love trying to sneak out of a class early? You gather all your books so they can be easily grabbed and you move to the edge of your seat. You scan the aisles to see if there are any backpacks or sleeping kids that might block your path to the exit. Then, you wait for just the right moment when the teacher turns his back and starts to write on the board. It’s your chance – you grab your shit and tiptoe to the door, making sure to close it very quietly so as not to get the professor’s attention. You made it! Freedom! On to Happy Hour at the bar! College, ya gotta love it.