Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly... in Chapter 9 : Oil Above Water

So…

Year 1/5 is done and dusted, it’s not exactly been academically challenging, but it has been challenging in other ways.

Let me start with my classmates. I can tolerate 5/20. They have been the biggest c…hallenge. Imagine 15 of the worst human beings you could be stuck with for 21 hours a week just short of them being Alt-Right Nazis. 15 of the most trying, ungrateful, over-priviliged Beckys I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet. If they had half a clue between them it would be a start. Despite all this they have taught me something. A new level of tolerance for the woefully stupid and downright ignorant. They have taught me how to catch my tongue just in the nick of time. They have taught me why you should never argue with idiots. Moving on....the lecturing team. Whilst I already knew most of the material they taught me to have patience, they taught me the importance of the art of dumbing down what I have to say for others, they’ve taught me to look deep inside and try to see the potential that they see in me. They’ve taught me that it’s ok to be self-aware of both my bad AND my good points. The whole college experience has taught me weird little things like never eat in the cafeteria because you never know who’s feet have been on the table, and the plus side of knowing which bathroom holds the holy grail of cleaning supplies. It’s been interesting to sit back and watch the people go by and change SOME of my perceptions and assumptions. I may not have grown much academically, but I’ve evolved as a person, and that’s an education that money simply can’t buy.