Ta Ta TAU
My final uni class took place today. I showed up early to take my sister’s MBA since she didn’t show up to her ceremony. That degree looks pretty nice, but it’s not that important actually. She got her job without it, and she’s not really doing anything that relates to that degree. It’s only really cool if you’re a doctor, or a lawyer, then you can show it off and put it on the wall.
My classes are done, on my way to a BA. I’m not sure what mine will say. Communication BA? Film and Television BA? Communication/Film & Television BA? Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Big Brother BA? What the hell, why did I study for a BA? I’ll end up as a cookies restaurant/dogs hotel manager anyway. I’ll only get the stupid BA in a year or so, considering I won’t find any missing credit points and be forced to take another course. I had a class in this small auditorium and the professor said we have to get the hell out of there by 19:30, since last year’s grads are having their BAs served to them in that room. Made me imagine how next year I’ll skip that and be too lazy to show up anytime and take it from the office.
I don’t know how useful it will be in getting a job or getting me anywhere really in this world. I’m saying ta ta to Tel Aviv University but I don’t feel the catharsis I’ve expected. I said goodbye to people in the most casual way and rushed my way as usual to home sweet home. Maybe I’ll see them again during the exams period or change a few words online, maybe I won’t. Seems like 3 years passed without real social connection or useful information learnt. I totally missed on the whole uni lifestyle. As any lifestyle rather than boring turtle lifestyle. Turtle armor is the shit.
The past 2 weeks classes have ended as usual with the professors saying thank you for the semester and how they enjoyed teaching us. And we in return clapped in this weird tradition I never understood. It’s not a show! And I’m not that grateful for people who read some articles and passed that information on to me. Clap clap, sayonara.
My sister’s MBA had my jewish calender’s birth date which made me think “Crap! My birthday’s coming soon!” which made me think I’m heading towards old age, that is 24 and beyond, without one job to pass 2 weeks and no independence at all! I wanna get out. Out!! And take Skye baby with me. Arguably not that easy! Some student accidentally (?) mailed his CV to everyone in film department and he had so much going on there! He’s so young and he sounded like Apple CEO or something. I want to be Apple CEO also. *sob* when will sobbing finally get me somewhere? Eh.
Anyway, so long TAU! And no thanks for the all the fish! You gave me nothing. (Yet?) Except for a discount on gym subscription. Woohoo let’s party it up.
