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Posts from Sacred Haven of DebaucheryAuto-translated
I started practicing honest answers in the later courses of my first university. It was fun. When asked why I hadn't learned the material, I would answer that I didn't want to and that I was screwing around instead of studying here. Of course, in a more polite way. But in general, people look at you like you're crazy when you stop making up ridiculous excuses for everything.
I usually answered something like "well, that's just how it is" and "because" in my first university. And in the new one, they already look at me like I'm crazy, which I am.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
>University >Interrogations about why I didn't learn the material The very concept of such a learning method hints at the reason why the material isn't learned, in my opinion.
In my case, the material wasn't learned because it was uninteresting garbage. Besides, it was the beginning of an existential crisis.
Added after 59 seconds Count Orlov
I usually answered something like "well, that's just how it is" and "because" in my first university. And in the new one, they already look at me like I'm a weirdo, which I am.
Did you go back to university?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
I remember in music class in elementary school, the teacher asked us to write down what we imagined while listening to a piece of music. I wrote that I imagined a burning city at night and corpses lying all around. Then my parents were called to the principal's office, and I vowed never to answer teachers honestly again, or to do anything in music class. Later, my parents were called to the principal's office again, this time because the top student, Orlov, had five failing grades in music out of five. But that's a completely different story.
In elementary school, we filled out a psychological questionnaire, and there was a question like: "What role do you play when you play a game?" or "What role were you?" – it was some kind of low-IQ formulation. I didn't quite understand what it meant, but it seemed to be about the role you had to play in games. And I wrote something like "soldier, bandit, killer" – because at home I played with toy soldiers and Doom 2, and in the street we ran around with sticks. And I also drew a couple of demons from Doom on one of the items, where we had to draw a character from our games. And my parents and I were also called in by the school psychologist. It was only later that I realized that for the Soviets, the answer should have been "driver, miner, construction worker, someone who shovels manure."
But how else? Well, to be more precise, I just don't care. I could have gone to university to earn around 50 after four years, and even more with a master's degree after six (though I might not live that long), or I could have joined the Rosgvardia (Russian National Guard) to earn 30 now and the same amount for the rest of my life. It's a moderate amount of crap, because this time the specialization is decent, and the Rosgvardia is a funny thing, not to mention that the army or Rosgvardia is the only chance to find a decent team. But, as Aristotle said, a wise man only needs God, so screw the real-life team; I can always go to a ReConFest if needed. As for the math, university will pay for itself by the time I'm 26, so I decided: if I get into university on a scholarship, I'll go; if not, I'll join the Rosgvardia. And I scored 96 on the Unified State Exam, thanks to our supposedly "dumbing down" army, and I went to university to freeload off the state.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
It's when a club organizes a party for newly admitted students. Of course, older students come to initiate the girls into the club in the club's restroom.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
This is quite disgusting, but one wouldn't expect anything different from this bunch. What's more interesting is why the deans are lobbying for these events... Perhaps those vile old perverts are participating themselves.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Okay, enough about student life, I looked at the photos from my own, and there's nothing interesting there... Well, actually, I didn't even look, it's that uninteresting.