[Stratego]

I would love to hear what it's like for y'all, or what it was like for those that have completed their education.

Even if you didn't complete your education, and tried college for a while, I'd still love to hear what it was like for you.

Any stories, experiences, fun and good times? Any near disasters, dark days, scrambling for finals? Anything. Lay it on me, peeps.

As Tom Lehrer used to sing:

Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly,
To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high.
Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls
Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls.

Turn on the spigot,
Pour the beer and swig it,
And gaudeamus igit-ur.

Here's to parties we tossed,
To the games that we lost,
We shall claim that we won them some day.

To the girls young and sweet,
To the spacious back seat
Of our roommate's beat up Chevrolet.

To the beer and benzedrine,
To the way that the dean
Tried so hard to be pals with us all.

To excuses we fibbed,
To the papers we cribbed
From the genius who lived down the hall.

To the tables down at Morey's (wherever that may be)
Let us drink a toast to all we love the best.
We will sleep through all the lectures,
And cheat on the exams,
And we'll pass, and be forgotten with the rest.

Oh, soon we'll be out amid the cold world's strife.
Soon we'll be sliding down the razor blade of life.

But as we go our sordid sep'rate ways,
We shall ne'er forget thee, thou golden college days.

Hearts full of youth,
Hearts full of truth,
Six parts gin to one part vermouth.


Note: I accidentally typed "Tim" Lehrer earlier. Someone pointed out my mistake. I would like it to be known that I knew his name was Tom and not Tim, it was merely a careless typo. He was/is a true genius to me, and I respect him greatly. My apologies to any fellow fans.

[firebee]

As Tom Lehrer used to sing:

I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear
But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear
You can raise welts
Like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango

One of my professors was a particularly sadistic soul -- I took one of his classes with my then-boyfriend, and after one of the tests he told me the following story:

I picked up the test paper and saw that there were three questions on it that seemed reasonable to do in 50 minutes. 40 minutes in, I had the three questions done and felt fairly happy about my work. Then I turned the paper and saw the following: "You thought I was done? Now I can laugh!" followed by four more heinous questions. I was no longer happy.

At one point in my career, I got an 11 on an exam from that same professor.

[Stratego]

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As Tom Lehrer used to sing: I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear You can raise welts Like nobody else As we dance to the Masochism Tango One of my professors was a particularly sadistic soul -- I took one of his classes with my then-boyfriend, and after one of the tests he told me the following story: I picked up the test paper and saw that there were three questions on it that seemed reasonable to do in 50 minutes. 40 minutes in, I had the three questions done and felt fairly happy about my work. Then I turned the paper and saw the following: "You thought I was done? Now I can laugh!" followed by four more heinous questions. I was no longer happy. At one point in my career, I got an 11 on an exam from that same professor.

Ouch.

I had a sadistic Professor as well (must be a requirement at most Universities). He was an Asian studies Prof.

I have a thing for Asian culture and people (as no doubt many of the more keenly observant forumites know) so I was wild to take a class on Chinese History.

First day of the class, the Prof handed out the syllabus, which included an 8 textbook requirement, weekly papers (20-25 pages each) on various topics. a midterm paper 20-30 and a final paper at the end of the semester 25-30. In addition he wanted us to participate in debates with other Asian studies classes via satellite, so we had to choose an dprepare our arguments before the first such scheduled debate. This was HIS 301, by the way, an undergraduate class...

Needless to say, despite my love of all things Asian, I dropped the class tout de suite.

[DanteFalling]

Generally disappointment intellectually, lack of sleep, lack of money, sickness, and boredom. . .

[Night Runner]

My college experience was strange and boring at the same time. I spent a couple of years as a victim of the dorm's version of the Stockholm syndrome, trying to fit in with jocks and partygoers.
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That did not go well... Apart from those brief but memorable forays into stereotypical college activities, I generally stayed away from them.

Had quite a few improbable events happen to me:
a girl almost killed herself over me;
another one suffered a nervous meltdown and fled to the other end of the country;
in a typical INTJ fashion, I sabotaged an annual tradition and emancipated an entire department (those poor students slaved for free for an entire year and never got anything in return);
in a similar fashion, I destroyed careers of a couple of professors who had no business teaching in the first place;
was stalked by the Secret Service for a while;
partied and counted cards (in blackjack) with professors from my department;
came tantalizingly close to being elected to the student government (six votes!..);
was reported to the police by a bigoted professor who thought I was going to kill her (she was 70 and did this because she lost an argument - apparently, maturity does not come with age...);

There were lots of other quirky incidents I can't even recall right now.
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