“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?
That rascally rabbit
I am amused when Broadway audiences applaud the set at the start of a show…as if the couch needs a boost in self-esteem.
About 20 minutes into the performance last night — as the home of Elwood P. Dowd transforms into the dread psychiatric hospital — a loud clunk was heard. The set shuddered. All action grinded to a halt.
And poor Jim Parsons, who was faux reading a book in the library, scurried away as they dropped the curtain.
The curtain dropped a lot last night; a cable snapped in the set mechanism that couldn’t be quickly repaired. So every time the set changed, the curtain dropped and the lights came up.
Harvey lasted almost three hours.
I intended to review the play today, but it wouldn’t be fair. While I found Jim Parsons’ Dowd utterly charming, the show itself didn’t get a fair shake because of the constant interruptions and expansive running time.
I was literally nodding off at the end. Bnd that wasn’t really Harvey’s fault…or was it?
Darn pooka.
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