Although my biggest aspiration is to be on SNL, or at least to be a writer for them, I can absolutely guarantee with the utmost confidence this isn’t going to beat Zach Galifianakis’ monologue when he dressed up like Annie and performed his rendition of “Tomorrow”. College is what it is, but I feel awkward when people ask me about school; I can’t bring myself to say anything other than, “oh, it’s alright” in a less-than-enthusiastic tone. It seems like everyone loves college, but college and I seem to be going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment.
1 word, 8 letters—Calculus. Everyone knows I’m obviously more of a linguistics kid, but when a 2000 level calc course is like hieroglyphics to me, something’s wrong. I’m under the impression that if I stand on my head for a bit and let the blood flow, maybe there will be a big bang neuron explosion and I’ll just turn into Jimmy Neutron or something. (Sorry for the reference, I’m a 90’s kid I can’t help it). I know the only solution is to study, but a girl can dream can’t she?
I NEED to learn another language! Everyone around this school carries on in some ridiculous vernacular; I end up running around as if someone dropped me in the middle of Epcot with a laptop & ID card. And my favorite part is that I seriously think I can study International Business and compete with these people that are proficient in more languages than I even know exist. I guess the plus side is that I know I’m in for a rude awakening, so it all comes down to when it’s actually going to happen. Maybe I can be a zamboni operator or an animal psychic, like that Caesar guy.
It’s a big world out there, just waiting to be conquered. 