When people talk about their college experiences, I often don’t have much to add to the conversation.
They’re always talking about all the wild gatheringing, the missed classes, and the last minute cramming for imperative examinations.
I do not understand, because my college education was legitimately different. I took 20-24 credits every semester and worked every single day. I studied every night and weekend until my eyeah crossed and I cried myself into exhaustion. I rarely got to go out, and I hardly had any friends… One thing is consistent between our higher education experiences, but; my college life sure was hot, but no, not in the fun sexual experimentation way like all the people else. Literally, my dwelling was burning hot. You see, I had no money to support myself, so I lived in a certainly old and run down dwelling building with 3 random strangers. My unbelievable friend and I had some unreliable and odory heat in the winter, however legitimately no air conditioning in the summer. I think there was an AC machine at one time, however the control machine did not connect to any sort of cooling system during the 3 years I lived there. As such, May through October every year was absolute burning tepid misery. There was no way to cool all 4 dining rooms in the top floor dwelling separate from current air conditioning, although my pal and I sure tried. I tried to buy a window AC unit, however my pal and I had the wrong type of window installed. I couldn’t afford a portable AC unit, so I gave up on that idea. I even bought several utility fans to channel fresh air into the site, however the only real relief I ever found was going to the air conditioned library to learn all night long.