I
am generally a wildly good-natured and trusting person. I really do believe
that everyone is, ultimately, a good person with the best intentions. This is
almost certainly an attitude that’s going to get me murdered by a serial killer
one day. But even before the inevitable end comes, this attitude causes me a
lot of trouble. See, loving everyone sounds great, right? It sounds like the
sort of thing that would make you happy and sunny all the time! Ahahahaha. No.
So often, my general attitude toward the world is: “I LOVED you, I TRUSTED you,
I saw your BEAUTY and your HUMANITY and your VALUE and your POTENTIAL, and you
have SHIT ALL OVER my expectations. Well done, you.”
There’s
no cynic like a failed romantic, yeah?
This
is giving me a lot of trouble at university, actually. Many of the other people
on my program are astonishingly disrespectful to instructors and other
students, and there are a lot of students who are either insanely lazy or
pretty unintelligent. I truly hate to be so harsh about it, but I am straight-up
scandalized by the low quality of work that I see around me. We’re supposed to
be at a university level, and I would’ve absolutely skewered any of my former
students (all 14-17 years old) if they had tried to pass off this quality as acceptable.
I’ve been skipping seminars a lot lately, because watching this nonsense makes
my blood pressure skyrocket. I am, frankly, offended and demoralized by my
fellow students. I trusted that we were all going into this program with good
intentions, and now I feel personally let down.
Of
course, seminars are the only place where the instructors take attendance (they
don’t for lectures) and this past week, one of my seminar leaders hauled me
aside to point out that if I don’t cut this shit out, I might get put on
probation by the university, which would in turn jeopardize my visa.
I
have been wrestling with this for several weeks now. I know university is, by
design, supposed to suck. I didn’t walk into this expecting it to be enjoyable.
My mother (always able to toe the line between “wise motivator” and “cranky
misanthrope”) pointed out that the value of a university degree is less that it
says anything about actual material you have learned, and more about your
ability to put up with this sort of bullshit. She added that the less-motivated
or –clever ones will probably wash out of the program after year one or in year
two, so they might not be on top of me for all three years.
I
wish I could find a way to be funny or insightful about this, and maybe, after
it’s all over, I will. In the meantime, it’s just making me cranky-squared,
because class is an absolute misery and then I feel guilty about my fraying
temper and my active dislike for so many people I barely know. It’s a tricky
spot, chums. I’ll try to bring back the sunny attitude soon, I promise.