Degree Noir (3 comments)
It was over.
I pushed the pen into the paper of my CS 318 final exam, making a small dot. A period. A full stop. Life as I knew it was over. My life, spent in pursuit of a piece of paper.
I relaxed my grip on the pen.
To make any sense of all this, I have to go back four years. I was a naive kid, too smart for my own good. Class was boring. I hoped the university could entertain me. Challenge my expectations. It didn't take long before I got caught up in the knee-deep piles of bullshit that this place likes to call "well-rounded." There began a constant battle against my apathy for worthless classes and my annoyance at time lost taking them. CS was great, but there wasn't enough of it.
They could never give me enough.
As the end of the bullshit drew near, I knew that like a cheap whore with a donor heart in her Coleman cooler, it couldn't come soon enough. And now, like the ugly puppy at the animal shelter, I need to sell myself to survive.
Bring it on.