Soo Much College

Everything you do here is just full of college. Today i had three college meals, went to four college classes, lost six college ping pong games, and talked to my college girlfriend. I'm exhausted. But all and all good day today. I got a one hundred percent on my first college paper, and i would like to share it with you all today. The topic was "a time you ignored someone in conversation". So i hope you enjoy:

Last year in high school I was enrolled in a college English course. The class was very tough if you didn’t keep up with the reading, and often times the teacher would ask very specific questions about the text so that he could get a feel for which students actually were keeping up with the homework. The teacher was Fr. Gilsdorf, an eighty-three year old priest, who has been teaching for over fifty years. He is very passionate about English and helping his students grow in their knowledge. On top of all this I was well acquainted with him, and he often sought my help for answers.

For most of the year I was up to date on reading and ready for class, but somewhere in the middle of the year I started to fall behind. Many things were going against me at that point: I had been his go to guy for a semester, I was a friend, and now I had no idea what any of the stories were about. In order to avoid embarrassment and humiliation I attempted typical high school ways to avoid class participation. The method I used most often to avoid the teacher was the classic strategy of evading eye contact. During any time in class when the teacher was asking questions about the text, I would bury my head in my book and put my hand over my face. The next method of avoiding questions was to rummage through my back pack during silences in class. At any point during discussion when Fr. Gilsdorf looked for a volunteer, I would dive waist deep in my backpack, appearing too busy to help out. Finally, if my first two methods failed me and I was called upon, I would openly admit I hadn’t the slightest clue, in hope that he would not call on me in the next situation.

These schemes worked very well for me. There were usually enough people in class with the guts to look him in the eyes and answer, “why did Willy Loman of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman commit suicide?” (to save his dignity). Seldom did I have to stammer out a fake answer, compiled of information I had collected from classmates, about last night’s reading. Overall I was pleased with my results, and I would recommend these strategies to anyone else who forgot to read their homework; but more so I would recommend just reading the homework instead.

I hope you didn't waste your time reading all that but if you did you read an A+ paper.

Pic of the Day:

Give me a few weeks...ill show you a mustache

Ping Pong: Tony 38 Pete 14

Number of Suite Mates: 2

p.s. "At four success is not peeing in you pants"