Oh crap, I did it again. Sorry for the useless post, I clicked in the wrong place and it ended up being the send button :(
On Sunday, 22 January 2012 at 01:17:21 UTC, Nick Sabalausky wrote:
And even in the dorms, you still get the middle-of-the-night fire alarms anyway (speaking of drunks). But in the place you have, I bet you don't have to leave the house every time it happens...
Indeed. Actually, I rarely even hear them leave; they usually don't turn the siren on until they are starting to pull out, so unless my window is open, it's not noticeable. There was one time some idiot was smoking his drugs in the dorm at the college, and it triggered the file alarm. It was cold and windy; upstate New York winter, and we all had to wait outside for... I think twenty minutes or so, maybe longer on short notice so we couldn't get properly dressed to be outside. What a pain in the ass.
the ~$100k > (yes, that's right) I'd racked up in loans
Jesus Christ. I was able to avoid the loans personally; I picked the college that gave the best easy scholarship that was also close to home. The biggest error I made, financially, was going to the fancy place first. I looked at the community college with disdain and didn't actually consider it. Which is right and wrong. It's bullshit high school 2.0, but so is the first year or two of the other thing, and it costs MUCH less. (Actually, I liked high school, but meh.)
actually take the classes that *I wanted* to take
Yea. I got a good chunk of that in high school too (also most my college credits were gotten from high school! From what I've seen on the internet, my HS experience must be the top 1% of the country or something.) What got me at the community college though was two things: 1) Phys ed was required. College gym x4 to get the fucking degree. For crying out loud. 2) They transferred a lot of stupid classes from the HS credits and the other school, including two English credits. English 102 and 204 or something like that. But they did *not* count any of it toward English 101! Oswego was willing to, but JCC wasn't. And, it was, of course, required. What the hell. It's so arbitrary, and apparently changes every other year. Ridiculous.
having ever gottn involved in the first place. And I've also had many regrets about having listened to the people who talked me into not cutting my losses much sooner than I actually did.
Ah, yes, the sunk cost fallacy. (I learned that term on the Internet, btw. The college philosophy and logic classes were pretty poor.) Gah.
Talk about narcissism.
They make you well rounded!