During the past week, bent under the weight of multiple problem sets, we (Bob, Kim, Calden, Kari, Nicole, Sara, 'HenrÃ¬,' Niels [all of them] and others) devised a new system for qualifying the immense injustice of the work we've brought on ourselves. For those not familar, we're in Engineering Science, known to Arts & Science students at the University of Toronto as 'the hard one' and to other engineers as 'suicide' or just 'haha.' In short it's a program that looks very advanced and edifying on paper, makes for great bragging and only adds eight months of grief to your $8000 / annum engineering tuition.
Ever seen Band of Brothers? You've got the idea.
Anyway, the system works like this, from least to most severe:
- Shitty—generally left unsaid. Everything is shitty.
- Balls—these aren't nice. They're hairy, wrinkled, often smelly and probably not clean. Spending 8 PM - 3 AM dealing with balls isn't a good time for anyone.
- Balls in the face—worse for obvious reasons.
- Balls in the mouth—pretty much as bad as it gets. Unfortunately there's lots of this.
The other thing is that we find it hard to respect complaints about school 'sucking' if they come from anyone with fewer than 20-25 hours of class per week. I've got 26, personally.
Now Playing: The White Stripes - Elephant - 02 - Black Math
Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
Well, my fingers are definitely turning to black now
I can't tell you how proud I am
I'm writing down things that I don't understand
Well, maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice