(in)Validation

YES, the chaotic ordeal that was exams has ended. The dust has settled. I shaved, showered, and slept for long periods. All has returned to a normal and right state of affairs for the conduct of the summer. Perhaps you would like to know how exams went, since you are previously aquanted with the level of procrastination to which I suffer. Well friends, exams went well. Very well. Preposteriously well. I got a 3.5, which if you are keeping tabs, is the highest GPA ever recorded by alex phipps in an alex phipps-style semester (which means 12 hours of random bullshit classes). How could this happen? You are saying now, "Alex, I know you didn't read any of the books for that philosophy class, and the test was cumulative!" You would be right in saying that. You might also say, "Alex, I know your computer messed up in the middle of your English final, there is no way you did good with that sort of complication!" Again, you would be correct in putting forth that statement. So, to explain how someone that perennially puts off work and study can achieve this level of mediocracy, there is only one possible conclusion (excluding cheating, of course). You might think that answer is that I am a brilliant last-minute studier, or lucky-as-hell bastard. No, not true. The truth is, College is bullshit. This semester proves it, beyond all shadow of a doubt, the complete structure of college, testing, exams, papers, and finals. Invalidated, because of the obvious success within the system of a person such as myself who should obviously fail. So there you have it; I fully expect for the entire system to come to a grinding halt as soon as this mistake is pointed out to the controlling parties, and I'm sure I will be rejected, back to the GPA purgatory from which I came. But until that happens, I will enjoy the momentary suprise and excitement of the parents; "Oh boy, maybe Alex won't be a failure after all (they have known since quite early I was destined for failure)! We can really use that room for a study." Somewhere, my hated english teacher Mrs. Bost is wondering why she spent her life's work teaching kids how to write papers and prepare for college, when an obvious dumbass such as myself can succeed; she was never a fan of seeing us studying at the lunch table before her class, because it indicated clearly we had not prepared for that vocabulary quiz. In short, I expect the repercussions to echo throughout the educational system. On an unrelated note; Do you think Oprah was the one responsible for bringing about the massive campaign to stop Jerry Springer and the fights on his show? If we all remeber, she did not claim top daytime TV status until AFTER Jerry was out of the way. And we also know she has more money that God (why would god have any money at all, actually?). Hmmm, something to ponder.