I can honestly say that I am learning shit at the college. For two/three hours every afternoon, we sit down in a classroom and listen to the professors ramble on and on about shit.
All because of the state forcing us to submit to the ravages of the F***. Even the scheduling is twisted more than usual this week. Three hours in a choked, dreary testing room. Then another three sitting in a classroom listening to people go on and on about shit!
Seriously, that's what we're learning about. Yesterday was "The History of the Toilet" with Our Beloved Dictator. Today we were given reign over the local sewage plant. All care of Bi-Polar and Coronary.
I say to you, there is nothing quite so inviting as a wonderful sea breeze scented with human excretion.
Fye, we do it all again tomorrow. Sitting through another rousing session of F***. Moving along to "Purification Processes of Waste Water". The administrators must have been so amused when they thought this one up. During every "class" they can't help but break into laughter.
I have to admit, it is vaguely worthy of some form of amusement. We spend all morning taking F***, which is shit. Then we move into the classroom to actually learn about shit.
Lovely...
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