“College was fun…it made sense.
Regular life? Not so much.”
I typed these words during a Skype conversation with my nephew Jordan yesterday. We were chatting before he left for his first class of the semester at the University of Kentucky, my alma mater.
I loved college. It was this perfect world where they treat you like an adult, but still reward you like you’re a kid.
Think about it. You get to live on your own. Pick your own major and what classes to take. Even decide whether to show up each day.
And if you work hard enough, they praise you and give you good grades. Heck, in some cases, you get scholarship money.
I thrived in this environment.
I’m obviously not alone. An Ohio State University study found that students enjoyed activities that increased their self-esteem –like getting good grades or being praised by professors — more than any other college activity. It beat out sex and keggers, folks.
Maybe it’s not all that surprising. Think about your life now, post-college. What is often your biggest complaint?
No one appreciates you. You just can’t get the recognition you deserve. But when you were in college, you knew exactly how to that ‘good grade.’
It was spelled out in the syllabus.
College is starting to look pretty good again…am I right?
Famous last words
In my college journalism class, our first assignment was to write our own obituary.
Who knew the guy had a sense of humor?
Well, he would have loved Michael “Flathead” Blanchard. His recent paid obit in the Denver Post was written with extreme entertainment value. It includes lines like…
Mike wanted it known that he died as a result of being stubborn, refusing to follow doctors’ orders and raising hell for more than six decades. He enjoyed booze, guns, cars and younger women until the day he died.
It makes me sad that I didn’t meet Mike before he died. The wake sounds like it will be fun, too:
He asks that you stop by and re-tell the stories he can no longer tell. As the celebration will contain adult material, we respectfully ask that no children under 18 attend.
Atta boy, Mike.
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