Great Minds Look Alike

2 hours allotted for the international finance final. took me 3 hours to complete it, which is ridiculous because i know and fully understand every concept covered in that curriculum. i could teach that class and probably answer any question you asked me. 

so it must be true that a single test worth my entire grade can accurately reflect level of accomplishment with the subject, right? 

it must be true that if my answers don’t exactly match the answer key on a completely subjective test, they are unilaterally incorrect, right?

it must be true that my academic accomplishments should be judged based solely upon a test specifically designed to induce supernatural levels of stress and anxiety, which hinder the effectiveness of the test taker and effectively lower the base point off of which those tests should be graded, right?

no? none of those things are true? oh, well you could’ve fooled me. seems like that’s the impression the education system in this country is based on … so it must be fair, right?

finals, i loathe you, it’s true. but my detest and disgust for you are so much deeper than you could ever possibly imagine. in fact, my hatred for you inspires a general hatred of the system of education and everything else that falls within it: the professors in the economics department whose superior level of research could never compensate for complete lack of ability to actually teach; the students at boston university who, rather than focusing on learning material and applying it in realistic situations so that they can excel in their future professions, focus only upon what will get them the correct answers for the tests; university employees whose goal it is to take you for all you’re worth, and then a little more, so that they can spend your money not on working to improve quality of professional staff or campus living or learning materials like smartboards, digital projectors, and study facilities; no, they’d rather spend your life’s savings on attention-grabbing aesthetics like red pillars or embossed granite or flags, promotional materials so that they may attract more students and suck out those students’ lifeforces just like they’ve sucked your own, bonuses for faculty who don’t deserve them, or for a new plaque or sculpture in the school of management—arguably the only school that actually receives any money from the university. 

finals suck.

but boston university just sucks way more.

up yours, rhett the terrier. i can assure you, this won’t be a fond farewell.