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5 Painful Back-to-School Scenarios at SCAD ATL

This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SCAD chapter.

Photo courtesty of www.quickmeme.com.

Welcome back fellow SCAD darlings. I’m sure you are happy as freaking clams to back in school, pouring away countless amounts of tuition money in the form of student loans as you struggle to figure out which parking deck level you’re on. Good thing there’s LED signs pointing you in the right direction. How much did those set us back? I’m not sure, but clearly it’s a large enough financial burden to keep the writing department as neglected as a Myspace account. With that said, I’ve made a list of back to school scenarios that are more than applicable to the average folk such as myself.

Scenario A: Awkward classrooms. 

It’s the room that you pray isn’t the one you’re trapped in all quarter. Well you’re sh*t out of luck because you will get stuck in this hell hole at some point. For writing majors, this is Ivy Hall room 203. The tables are right on top of each other, so too bad for you if you have to get up and leave class. Don’t even get me started on those dinky-ass wooden chairs. For a two-and-a-half-hour-long class it’s almost unethical to have us sit in chairs sized for a stuffed animal. As a part-time server, in a restaurant my back is already screwed up from being on my feet all day while wearing sh*tty non-slip shoes. These chairs just add insult to my predicament.

Scenario B: Having the same professors over and over.

One of the many perks of being in an underfunded department is going through a rotation of the same handful of professors over and over. I always saw this as an advantage in making my college career a little more easy going; since they know me they also know not to take offence when I fall asleep in their classes. More importantly, they know my artistic style. So I was pretty nonchalant about starting this year with the same professor I’ve had for three years now. That was…until he forgot my name. Clearly the many talks we’ve had and me sharing my life’s story in the form of short essays wasn’t enough to make myself visible.

Scenario C: The commuter struggle.

Thankfully, my schedule doesn’t begin until 11 am, but it still blows having to drive to-and-from Atlanta four days a week, living 45 minutes away without traffic. Combined with working out in the mornings, school, and then work, I drive a total of two-and-a-half hours a day (assuming there are no serious accidents or construction going on). By the end of my day, I’m usually too exhausted to process basic human emotion, which is kind of nice actually.

Scenario D: Being a ‘super’ senior.

When all of your friends have graduated and are getting engaged, having kids, or just going out all the time because they don’t have to deal with the undergrad struggle, you start to really get the feels. What am I doing with my life? Why are my Saturday nights spent at home with multiple cats and endless servings of DQ blizzards? Why is it that whenever I want to drink I know I’ll be doing it alone because all my friends live elsewhere due to them moving on with their lives? These are things I ask myself. The real pain of being a fifth-year senior is dealing with classmates who think school is exciting. They have so much energy and you know it’s not from cocaine, but at the same time you won’t rule it out because what the heck else is making them so happy to be in class?

Scenario E: Facing people you were hoping not to face.

The wonderful thing about starting new classes is the opportunity to meet new people. This isn’t the case at SCAD Atlanta where there are roughly 2000 students total. Same sh*t, different day…forever and always. So when a friend who drunk-dialed you months ago (professing his love to you while cursing himself out cause he’s so hammered and realizes what he just did) shows up in your class again, things can get pretty awkward. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have a two-year relationship on the line, but I did. Now my friend won’t even look me in the eye. So yeah, friendship terminated.

Let us know is the comment section below if you are done with college life. Sometimes, we just want to start our career already.