I realize that my last post was pretty heavy, filled with controversy, and all around not very exciting or funny. That being said, I wrote it, because it's how I feel, and felt that people should know where I stand and what I do or don't believe in. This post was going to be about Mormons and the Gays, but I don't want this to only be a blog about me in relation to the Mormon church, so I will simply postpone that post and instead tell you all about registration, which I'm sure sounds very boring to most of you. Let me assure you that it was. But don't be a two-faced, half-hearted friend who only reads the beginning of my blog posts and then stops. Be a one-faced, whole-hearted human being who has compassion on this person who is not incredulously well with words. Anyways, here goes:
I went to orientation. I didn't want to, but they essentially made me. And what's worse, they made me pay 100+ dollars for it. 100 dollars. Like, 11.11111 hours of delivering pizzas. I cannot stress enough to you how stupid it is that I had to spend 100 dollars to go to this thing. But, I figured, if I'm spending 100 dollars, it's gotta be really informative and worth my whole Saturday. Not only did the 100 dollars pay for parking (which makes no since, nobody was parked at SDSU because school hadn't started yet), it also paid for lunch, a class catalog, and a fancy tiny notebook with sticky notes and little tabs to stick on the inside of books (this probably cost them as much as 3 dollars to make, and I didn't even use it).
So, with those things subtracted (I'll roughly estimate 20 dollars for actual physical materials), that leaves 80 dollars to pay for staff and whatnot, so I assumed they would have good speakers, with interesting and engaging things to say about the school I am currently attending. I guess it was money well spent as long as you consider money not well spent to be well spent. The first portion of orientation was an hour long talk about how great it is to be an Aztec, and how tough it is to get in, and how we are driven individuals, and how they know we can all succeed. Yes, I know I am really awesome, hard-working individual, and I'm sure your school is just about the best thing god ever placed upon the dreary earth. However, I am here to get a piece of paper with my name on it, not listen to you talk about how life is an exploding marshmallow of happiness when you're an Aztec.
The next hour was devoted to an anti-rape presentation. I am aware that this is a very prevalent issue especially on college campuses. An issue of which I would be mildly interested to learn about, as long as the presentation isn't a video of a black and white PowerPoint, with a voice over that reads the entire, text-dense slides to you in a voice similar to a tour guide's voice describing all the beautiful scenery in a barren Saharan Desert. "Ladies and Gentlemen, to you're left you will see piles of dirt. And on the right, dirt in piles. Very shortly we will be able to see a slightly taller dirt pile." You get the point. As I looked around I could see that nobody was paying attention. Most students had taken out their phones, and the staff probably would have, except that they were on the stand and had to look like they were interested. Their "interested" faces were mostly just staring into space, probably thinking of all the other things they would rather do on a Saturday morning.
The most useful part of the first half of the day is when they told us everything we need to graduate. Something that I could have looked up online in less than 15 minutes. So that was fun. I guess.
Then the best part of the day came. LUNCH. To be fair, it hard to be more exciting than a meal, but they could have tried a little harder to be more exiting than a burger and some chips. Anyways, I got to sit and eat lunch with my friend Kelli Godfrey who is also going to SDSU. Shout out to you, Kelli for being the most exciting thing that happened to me that day. (That is, if you're reading this, and if you're not then you should refer to the 1st paragraph were I talk about half-hearted friends).
After an entire hour and a half for lunch we divided ourselves into separate majors and went to have smaller discussions with the chairs of each department (For you stupids out there: we talked to people, not the actual chairs in the Business building). That was slightly informative, but only for about 20 minutes and then I had to wait as people declared their majors. I couldn't because I failed to take Business Calculus while at Grossmont, so because I missed one class I can't continue with my major yet. It sucks. But anyways, then we got register for classes, which they told us we would only be able to do at orientation, which is pretty much the only reason I went.
To register, we went to the schools website, which I could have done at home. Then we used the website to register. Which I could have done at home. Basically, the moral of the story is that I could have done it at home. Instead of paying 100 dollars to spend my Saturday at the school.
This is the one thing that frustrates me most about SDSU. They have tuition, which is very low so I am not complaining. I think that it is certainly acceptable to charge as much as they do for a good college education. But tuition isn't the only bill you have to pay. There are something like 300 dollars in campus fees, 100 dollars for orientation, 135 dollars for a parking permit, and 15 dollars for an I.D. Yes you heard me right, (well, read me right?) 15 dollars for a plastic card that costs less than 2 dollars to print. On top of that you have all the books you need to buy, and I'm amazed that anyone can pay for it all when living on their own. To all those people putting themselves through college: You are the strongest of us all.
Love ya'll,
- Joshua Read
UP NEXT: MORMONS AND THE GAYS: AN UNSATISFACTORY EXPLANATION
(I promise, this will be next, and will be much more interesting than the orientation that I paid 100 dollars to go to. 100 dollars. What the hell?)
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