Archive for June, 2011

He Means Nothing to You and You Don’t Know Why.

i don’t want to say you don’t know me.

i don’t want to fight about the fact that you weren’t there.

because the truth is: i don’t even care.

“She said ‘You don’t know me, and you don’t wear my chains.’ “

community college. what do you think of when you hear that?

it had a bad reputation where i was from. it was for the kids who weren’t good enough. the kids who goofed off in high school but whose parents were dragging their asses to school.

you never thought of the student who needed to stay home and raise his younger brother and sister after his dad took off and his mom got sick. or for the student who was a single mother looking to get some sort of degree while not uprooting her daughter. or for the student whose mother was sick so she came home to stay with her. to be with her just in case. you’ve never considered that someone might be juggling a full-time job, two jobs on the side and is still somehow getting an education at night.

i’ve met those students you know. i’ve seen the kids who are still “in high school” but there are far fewer of them then us.

when you think community college you don’t congratulate the girl with a 4.0 or the boy who is offered a full ride to transfer to yale. you don’t even consider asking the person with the associates degree why they went there first. why they may have needed the sure thing in 2 years rather than risking the drugs and alcohol that comes with the 4.

because it’s not the same at a big time university. oh yes, you’re right, it’s not. been there, done that. i’ve seen the ‘A’ high school student that loses everything because he drinks too much every night of the week. i’ve seen the scholarship student that has too much sex and finds herself pregnant. or the kids that come home during their breaks and sleep all day and leave the house that they’re now visiting a disaster because they think they deserve a break from all that “hard work and partying”. those kids that spend their summers much like their school years, drinking and mooching off their parents’ gains.

you’re so right, it’s much harder to get an ‘A’ with all that booze around compared to those 3 jobs and that house that needs to be cared for. what on earth was i ever thinking?!

to the few that are above it all, that work hard and turn down the crazy nights drinking so that they’re sober for their 8AM class, i respect you. i respect you and i know that you’re out there. i wish you so much luck. stay above it all.