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She grabs a pillow and hits me in the face.
Ireally don’t give a shit about macroeconomics and microeconomics.
I really don’t care about supply chain issues or the wordbottleneckor anything about interest rates.
And believe me - supply and demand?
Fuck that.
Although I totally know what he’s talking about.
Where I come from, I know all about supply and demand. The effects of that. Price changes. What happens when you overpay? Or don’t pay at all.
This guy -Dead Dick- would get a lot more attention if he matched his lessons up to the real world.
Nobody cares about a fake company selling lollipops.
Why not talk about drugs? Or something interesting?
The first lecture is so fucking long, I can’t sit still.
I can’t do any of this.
I’m sitting in a massive room with theatre style seating.
I feel like I’m at the worst concert ever.
Hiding in the back left corner, watching the professor walk back and forth, talking like a robot.
I finally call it quits, grab my laptop that I haven’t even opened yet and sneak out of the room.
It’s funny because I still have the high school feel when I leave the room. As though something bad will happen. Except this is college. And far from high school.
I can do whatever I want.
And honestly, since this place is paid for by someone else, does it even matter if I pass?
Can I just be here?
Live here for a few years and then move on with my life?
I exit the building and fantasize about a life of laying low for years.
Being invisible.
Having nobody know who-
A figure steps out from behind a dirty gray pillar.
The figure is fucking huge.
Tall and wide.
Wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up.
The figure is looking down.
My heart races.
