I hate my college. I hate that they only serve dinner and “brunch” on weekends meaning that if you wake up at a normal time, you have to sit and starve for three hours before you can go and have some nasty bisquick pancakes and stale donuts. I hate that no one here is capable of walking at a normal pace. They all stand in the middle of the sidewalk and zig-zag around at a snail’s pace.

What’s even worse is when a gaggle of idiots decides to take up the whole path by walking in some giant phalanx, forcing everyone else to step through the nasty, muddy quad if they actually want to get to class on time. That reminds me that I hate that all of my professors, because they think it’s appropriate to waltz into class twenty minutes late and expect us to stay longer just because they wanted a cup of coffee. I hate that all we do in class is going around the room and giving little speeches instead of actually answering questions.

I hate that all people do in my sociology class is complain about why they should be allowed to drink and smoke weed. It’s pathetic! They sound like a bunch of five-year olds whining about why they should be allowed to eat candy for breakfast. I hate that everyone at my school is either a dullard or a pompous ass and that the only “normal” activities are getting drunk and volunteering for love-and-peace clubs that accomplish nothing. These people run around with sidewalk chalk and write things like “Let’s do our part to stop world hunger!”

None of them actually have any opinions, just this beauty-pageant mentality that allows them to avoid doing anything substantial with their lives. I hate that people talk in the hallway at four AM on Tuesdays when I have midterms. I hate that no one seems capable of flushing the toilets around here. I hate that the college even expects us to use shared bathrooms in the first place. Unless you plan on living in a youth hostile for the rest of your life, shared bathrooms are not some normal thing that you just have to deal with. Even crappy SRO’s have private bathrooms! Why do colleges expect us to pay forty-thousand dollars a year just so we can live in glorified broom closets and pee in a trough?