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Edited on Wed Jan-23-08 09:58 PM by Jamastiene
Talk about how enthusiastic you are to enter the work force. Talk about having a vivacious appetite for learning. Talk about loving ALL of the opportunities you see in college and make sure you say you had a hard time picking from all of the WONDERFUL curriculum choices offered.
In other words, kiss their ass and act like you love every single minute of it. Act thankful they are letting you kiss their ass. Act grateful and humbled by their college and all of it's lovely opportunities it has to offer you so you can "grow up" to be a happy little worker bee.
That's what they really want. Period. They don't care about what you like and don't like. They don't care that you are a human being. They don't care about you. They only care about how good you can kiss their asses. That will get you further than anything else in this world, until you finally crack one day and tell them you hate them all and you are sick and fucking tired of kissing their asses.
If you can avoid that at all possibly costs, please do, because they aren't too happy when that day comes. I know. I lost my mind, cracked, and went nuts after so much ass kissing (I could only take so much of it) and told the ones who run my community college I hated their fucking school and their double standards when it comes to women and how they treat women.
I got the ACLU all in their college with letters, threatening to Whoop Ass, ACLU style, if they didn't change their stupid dress code for me to graduate. I got to wear my pant suit, instead of a dress, but I had to shake hands with a Repuke. They got Robin Hayes in their to shake hands with all graduates.
So, you see, they'll get their revenge on you. Oh, you'll get yours, if you ever have to open up a can of ACLU Whoop Ass on them, but at least you'll graduate without being treated "less than." I know I did.
Of course, no amount of bleach or baths or showers or Ajax would make the "dirty" feeling go away from where I had to touch a Republican. I still have nightmares about it sometimes, but I graduated in my pant suit instead of being forced to wear a dress.
:)
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