During orientation for my work-study job at Northwestern University, an uppity skinny theater major dude with bad hair turned to me and growled “I’m John. I don’t know your name.” How blunt, I thought. “Matt,” I replied. He asked me my major and I answered “Undecided.”
“Undecided, that’s scary,” John sneered. “I wouldn’t spend $50,000 a year to be undecided.”
“I wouldn’t spend $50,000 over four years to be a theater major,” I didn’t reply. Instead I simply turned away and reflected on what a prick he was.
-Matt, Evanston, Illinois
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23 October, 2007 at 9:06 pm
I’m going to be a theatre major… but, yeah, I see how it’s funny. Haha. Laugh at the theatre kids.
20 January, 2008 at 5:57 pm
I thought of something else: “And you should’ve spend that money to buy yourself a way out of being such a prick!”