People I meet love to say sarcastic things like “it’s nice
of you to grace us with your presence” and “omg u wanna study acting but like u
got into like ubc like why??” Um.. I don’t know. It’s just a school. It can be
overrated. It gave me opportunities such as meeting professors who wrote the
novel we were reading etc but it was not really worth the stress, in hindsight.
When I was a senior in high school it was all other people wanted me to do, was
to get into that university. It was my goal since forever and I studied like a
rabbit eating carrots 24/7 jacked up on caffeine. Here’s a true story: Someone
had a huge final and they were studying and they were stressed cause they
wanted an A in the class. So they freaked out and were glued to their notes all
week. Then on their way to the campus they were crossing the street not
looking, literally studying while crossing the street and a car almost hit
them. You call it crazy but I say poor them. What amount of stress and anxiety
could push someone to memorize cue cards while walking across the road?
From day one I disliked it. I had religious beliefs and was
really agitated to come to school and see anti abortion and pro abortion
rallies with fetus pictures and stuff by clubs standing for up for something.
So, in your face. It’s cool that you stand for something but .. ugh. I
just..don’t know; I just don’t want to see graphic pictures when I’m paying for
education k thanks.
I also LOVED how I was told by some random person that
apparently getting an art degree gets you nowhere in life.
Plus I was used to my high school..getting to put on plays
or dance shows while being academic. It was something I looked forward to and
gave me a fun reason to come to school in the past. I couldn’t really do that
anymore. I joined clubs and took dance classes there but it’s not really the
same and realistically some people just don’t have time.
Going to school there gave me panic attacks cause it was so
stressful. The workload was.. a little much. I’d go into class and have panic
attacks while writing a test cause um how can you get a good grade by writing a
midterm on 3 chapters in 40 min? -.- Not me, but congrats if you can.
I’ve met friends who have really benefitted from a
prestigious university like the one I went to. Then there are people who
absolutely hated it and not going like literally destroys their families honor
etc etc so they work themselves like you wouldn’t believe. So ya, it’s just a
school. Everyone’s different, so keep your opinions on the down low. Thnx.
So in conclusion, I would like to thank the university of
british Columbia for giving all my pro education relatives a Canadian dream.
That one day their daughter will have a lovely life because education makes the
world go round, apparently. That moving across the world so one day their kid
will go off to “the best” school was worth it. Thanks school, for helping me
not have a life, be stressed, not have time for friends or family, and I don’t
know what else; oh teaching me big words but letting me forget to feed my cat
cause I was studying those big words. Pulling all nighters then going to class
all day then studying again then crying like a young disturbed child having a
tantrum about how utterly stupid I am for not getting a perfect mark and only
getting an 86 percent on a midterm. And thinking it was normal. In all
seriousness, it wasn’t worth it. It made me so, so unhappy and all I learned
from having my family pay for two years of university education was what I did
NOT want to do with my life.
If this whole speech has sounded really depressing or biased
it’s probs cause I’m mourning transferring schools like Nemo’s dad in Finding
Nemo losing Nemo. Like a crazy girlfriend eating ben and jerry’s ice cream
after a breakup. It’s a phase let me sulk. That’s all. All I can say is that in
these last few days of being off school, I’ve had more fun with friends, people,
and hobbies than I’ve had in forever. I feel like myself again J.
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