So remember last year when I wrote that absolutely fantastic memoire of my Fall and Spring semesters? Well, considering that this is the last Rutgers will see of me this year because I have chosen endeavors in the world brothel know as Washington, DC for the Spring term, I have decided to write a memoire of my Fall Semester. Rutgers, once again, has taught me valuable life lessons in important fields of education like religion, politics, and your mother’s backyard. Now, I know what you’re thinking; why on earth would Rutgers University teach life lessons on a subject as silly as politics? Well, I don’t know either.

This was an interesting semester. I learned one thing and one thing only: Roy, don’t ever take 18 credits ever again. Ever. I somehow managed to come out of this godforsaken, sugarplum, rainbows, and butterflies semester unscathed while taking a seminar class, a science class, and teaching a class. How did I manage to do this? Ever since November 4^th, 2008, I have been forced to pray to Messiah Obama in hopes to obtain goodies and candies. When I lost all my money to his tithing, I realized that it was my education that really mattered if I ever wanted to go places in life; and learning about globalization and why Thomas Friedman is the largest douchebag in the universe just for the simple fact that he titled his book The World is Flat, was utterly necessary for my Law School application to look sexier than a pregnant college student partying at a frat. So was taking the class “Planet Earth;” completely necessary for my Political Science major because I truly needed to know how and why beaches are formed. Thank you Rutgers for wasting my time and forcing me to take classes that are completely unrelated to my major or life ambitions. As a result, I’m going to blame all my problems on two people: Greg Schiano for draining the school’s money and Thomas Friedman for being the ignorant prick he is (and George Bush. I know that makes three people, but it’s necessary because that’s just what people do).

My Junior year, overall, was slightly different. Some things changed while other things remained the same. For instance, I finally moved out of the Black Forest and instead moved into the Everglades because Cook Campus has no concept of an irrigation or sewage system whatsoever. My class sizes were still enormous with the exception of Globalization because my professor was smart enough to utilize scare tactics to his advantage (well done, might I add). And while I too experienced the stadium expansion inside my classroom, many things remained the same. College Avenue was still an obnoxious conglomerate of mismanaged buses and subhuman mongoloids roaming the sidewalks like misshapen apes. With poorly functioning classrooms, illiterate students, and an administration comparable to that of Joseph Stalin’s, I learned that I needed to GTFO ASAP.

I use acronyms because I live in a globalized world.

We can start with this absolutely wonderful class I took called “Globalization.”

The great journey to this class began in the wee hours of the morning as I struggled to dress myself into that snazzy buttoned coat and $300.00 scarf that makes me a cosmopolitan and “global citizen.” After I waded my way to class through the wetlands of Douglass Campus, I learned that, yes, Thomas Friedman’s still the world’s biggest douchebag. Why? Because what academic actually tries to convince me that the “world is flat?” Better yet, who comes up with a title to a book with something they told their wife in their sleep? Or some silly colloquialism to grab the layman’s attention? At least “Clash of Civilizations” held some merit because the title conveyed something epic.

What is this?

Something cute?

I can find more academic material in Lady GaGa lyrics.

And then there was Benjamin Barber. My dear Mr. Barber, how did you ever to get to publish that compilation of recyclable garbage you call “Jihad vs. McWorld”? Not only was it insanely difficult to comprehend because of your redefined version of grammar, but you make Samuel Huntington look like the Bush Administration’s pansy. “Jihad vs. McWorld” sounds a lot like “The Rest vs. the West.” Who are you kidding? The voters?

Oh…

After I realized that academia may indeed be a world full of animal excretion, I realized that so was Rutgers and the way it handles its students and core requirements.

Then, on the seventh day, God created “Planet Earth.” God saw all he made and realized he created Thomas Friedman.

This was a great class. I truly enjoyed the lectures and a lot of the material was very interesting. I actually mean that. But what in Zoroaster’s good name does this class have to do with my major? In fact, why on earth does the School of Arts and Sciences require me to take these core courses? In any case, I did learn one valuable thing. The earth is ROUND, THOMAS FRIEDMAN. DID YOU HEAR ME? IT’S ROUND. I SAW PICTURES OF IT.

This class also explained how oil fields are created, which explained to me why humans crave oil like they crave the welfare state, which inevitably explained to me why Turks aren’t human; this also explained to me why Greg Schiano isn’t human either. What human being needs a $1.3 Million salary, a salary large enough to suck the administration dry of its cash, place semi-retarded monkeys in each segmented School, and have these monkeys draft “core requirements” for its students? I’m 20 years old. I am a Junior in college. I think I knew where my life was headed since I was 17; giving me cores is an insult to my intelligence and waste of school funds that could be going to, oh I don’t know, making class sizes smaller? Purging the school of bad teachers (and students, for the love of god)? Opening another dining hall so I don’t have to eat standing up at Neilson?

Being that Turks aren’t real human beings, I decided to write my “History Seminar” paper on precisely that.

My History Seminar was an interesting course. We met once a week in a cramped room inside Scott Hall. Before I continue, I must point out that Scott Hall is by far one of my favorite buildings on campus. Resembling my High School cafeteria just slightly expanded, Scott Hall has the tiniest and largest rooms in the entire school (minus Busch and Livingston campuses because I’m never there precisely for the fact that they are to me what the Sahara is for Canadians: a dangerous, unnecessary place). The rooms have two temperatures, as do all Rutgers classrooms: sauna and igloo. More often than not, the average Rutgers student feels igloo during winter and sauna during summer. Why? Because Greg Schiano needs to prioritize his own proper heating and cooling mechanisms for his football team, which operates like the Italian Army in World War II. But I digress. I chose to write my seminar paper on British intervention in the Ottoman Empire before and during World War I. Not only did I have a blast writing this “dissertation-quality piece,” but the research I did showed me that Turks came from the same planet as L. Ron Hubbard and practiced a more sanitary form of cannibalism when being the Kaiser’s little bitch. Therefore, Turks were not and hence are not human beings, comparable to Guidos. Just as the Greeks desire the liberation Constantinople, I too will one day liberate Brooklyn because we have a “Situation” going on right here.

Speaking of aliens, “Religions of the Eastern World” proved to me that peace is in fact an alien idea.

Religions of the Eastern world was either the hemorrhoid or Bataan Death March of the semester. I’m not entirely sure what I learned because it’s really difficult to comprehend something that exists and doesn’t exist at the same time. Because the Dao is and isn’t. But it is. And isn’t. But it still is. No, wait, it isn’t, sorry. Jesus Christ, make up your mind, Laozi. At least Thomas Friedman made up his mind about the shape of the earth. And then we get to Shinto, which apparently applies to only one part of the earth, Japan. The same way one must be Japanese to be or understand Shinto, is quite similar to how one must be French to understand true laziness, Prussian to understand militarism, American to understand the meaning of Christmas, a Democrat to understand true socialism. But one thing all of these Eastern Religions had in common was finding peace and harmony within one’s self in order to bring peace and harmony to the world. Not only was this a bizarre and foreign idea to me, but these religions also had the nerves to tell me that I have to be “benevolent” in order to achieve true harmony. And then I paused, remembered Genghis Khan, Mao Zedong, Hirohito, and Kim Jung Il, and realized that no matter what religion is preached anywhere, humanity is still building a bridge to nowhere. I mean, just look at Mecca…

“20^th Century Europe”

This class is worthy of neither a title nor an explanation. Probably one of the most poorly organized courses I have ever sat through, “20^th Century Europe” was a combination of feminism and socialism swirled together into a cluster of misguiding information equivalent to that of the current State Department or the Bush Administration; I might as well have had Hillary Clinton teach the class, and even then I’d rather listen to a lecture on quantum physics than sit through this lunatic garbage. Never in my three years at Rutgers have I seen such an unnecessary collection of information deposited into a student’s mind. What did we learn in this course? Nothing; my brain is mush and the only thing I can reiterate from that class was, “LALALALA” because that was the only thing I was able to say after sitting through an hour and twenty minutes of pure, vile, idiocy. Because, yes, all of Europe in the 20^th Century is defined by the modern girl and the holocaust. No, professor, I quite frankly don’t care about European menstrual cycles and think something is missing when you mention only half the victims of the genocide of the century. What about the gypsies, homosexuals, and Catholics killed during the holocaust? The Normandy invasion? The political bipolarity in Europe? Jupiter Missiles? Battle of the Bulge? Any World War I battle? Not even the Somme? NOPE. Apparently a woman finding her missing sexuality in Yugoslavia clearly triumphs state politics, war, diphtheria, and totalitarianism. It’s no wonder your gender finds it hard to get jobs! Sheesh!

So Roy though it would be a good idea to teach a “FIGS Class.”

Shattering any genuine desire I had for becoming a college professor, I learned that freshmen were the bane of my existence, the unholy scriptures of universal thought, the flaw in metaphysics, the ugliness found in beauty. They were capable of destroying worlds and collapsing empires. Teaching them history was like driving nails through hard steel. While most survived my Bataan Death March, others simply couldn’t see the dark side (or the real world). I noticed that Freshmen students are, not dumb, but insanely naïve and happy-go-lucky. Their idealism would have made Barack Obama shatter in tears and Karl Marx rethink his Manifesto. But why is this the case? It’s because this is what you get when you place a cynical alpha-male behind enemy lines in none other than Candy Mountain or a scene right out of the Teletubbies. I only wish the school recognized me as an individual versus a Rutgers ID# and then they would realize that sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows are detrimental to my physical health and mental wellbeing. After suffering from severe hyperventilation, I made it out alive… kinda.

So what did this semester come down to? I’m not really sure what but my perception on humanity hasn’t changed. I’m still the disgruntled citizen who despises his government for taking away his money. I still think Jesus was one hell of a magician, Mohammed, the greatest pimp of his time, and Zoroaster, a bearded man whose only competition for fame and facial hair is Billy Mays. I have officially lost all hope for humanity; Thomas Hobbes, here’s a blank check, you fill out an appropriate amount that you deem necessary, sir. This semester, I have encountered liars, bullshitters, thieves, Lady Gaga, socialists, and even a rapist, but there’s still one thing I’ll never stop believing in, and that’s McDonald’s because Smiles Are Free “in these hard economic times.”

And speaking of McDonald’s, nothing irks me more than seeing a fat schmuck with earrings and a buzzed haircut (let’s not forget the tape-up) walking around College Avenue hanging out with his “bros” at the frat, thinking he amounts up to something in life because he was capable of downing a few watered down beers (how dare he even call that “beer”) and playing with his little fire-hose on the weekend. Can we add more irksome people to this list? Of course we can, Roy. How about that obnoxious professor who says “right?” at the end of every sentence to the point where the girl next me keeps tally marks of how many times the word has been said in one class period (376 count one Thursday class). That idiot student, who sits in the back of the classroom, offers a tidbit of information once in a while about something he knows nothing about, like taxes, foreign policy, common sense; and then you ask yourself, “How did he ever get into this school?” And then you realize, “Oh, this is Rutgers.” Or how about the mongoloids heaped up in the Cook Campus Center, studying for their Biophysics Engineering (I still don’t know what that is) final since March of last year? Legislators who argue about “behind closed door deals” when they should be arguing about actual Legislation? Authors who come up with cutesy titles like “The Lexus and the Olive Tree” thinking that the world can easily be divided into two groups of people? Americans who want healthcare with low taxes? Parents with kids but don’t know how to raise them? Bill O’Reilly?

So after all was quiet on the Western Front, I noticed that not much has changed. The system remained the same, except with new agents like, Lady Gaga, the (never came too soon) ghost of Michael Jackson, and Ben Bernanke. It was these irksome people that made me get up in the morning, smell the fresh air emanating from the Everglades of Cook, and say, “I love this world; we must really be scraping the bottom of the gene pool by now!” Keep it up guys.

I really miss New York, where people there are more intelligent, severely short tempered (for the right reasons), and blunt about everything. Sorry New Jersey, but you are still the unnecessary buffer zone that New Yorkers have to pass through to get to Philadelphia. Even then, your existence is still futile and detrimental to the wellbeing of children around the world. Your “towns” exert a beautified sense of bore that only a native or mongoloid can understand. So what do you people do in your spare time? Sex, drugs, and alcohol? While New Yorkers haul the weight of the East Coast on their shoulders? Because we have better things to do with our time? No thanks, you’re another reason why New York City should secede and become its own city-state. We’ll hail a militia of hippies or something.

I just can’t wait to see what the world brothel has to offer me besides Sam Huntington and pansy UN Eurocrats.