2.07 am and im still here

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I’m sitting in a surprisingly crowded computer lab burning the midnight oil to finish a 2000 word assessment on global sociology, I’m looking around the room at all the tired washed out faces and I can’t help thinking what the fuck is all this for, must be close to 100 people who are all paying a high price to have the wonderful opportunity to work themselves stupid for a gimmicky degree. I know that the instantaneous reply is that it’s to provide yourself with future opportunities but I don't really know that going through 4 years of crap like this will actually help me be prepared for any of these opportunities. before you ask yes I work to pay my way I’m no spoilt brat however I’m not claiming to be a street urchin either I’m wonderfully white and middle class but who gives a flying fuck. maybe it’s because my experiences at university have been shit but I find this place shallow and clogged with nothing but political arguments of staff and budget cuts and wanky fucking students who don’t care about anything, the sheer level of apathy in the student-Dom is honestly frightening. you see the videos and read about university students as early as the 50s campaigning for one thing or another rights or wars usually and now what the studentdom is a brand name wearing bunch of douche bags who feel that university is just another year at high school to be pushed out of the way to get on with life. There is no spirit and no soul. The fact that there is no life in a place that is populated with young people is sickening. It chips away at my determination I may hate my job but I find that at least people there have an opinion about the environment that they spend this considerable 5days per week part of their lives. WAKE UO YOU FOOLS  life does not start after whatever your doing now be it university or high school serving in the army working a crap job your life is now you don’t get another go this is it, the big one the major fucking event. Blink and you miss it goes so fast. stop now stop reading and think about our life so far all the years behind you does it feel like a long time no it does not and it never will you can be on your death bead at 93 and still say it feels like yester day and that because time is short, time is the most precious currency and I can’t help looking around this room and seeing that not a soul in here has any idea of it, that including myself, all the hours wasted I pale at the thought. the punch line here is that very few people ever work it out so few but so what the individual importance of a human life is about zilch so who gives a shit look in the time it’s taken me to write this little ditty (that no one will read and rightly to) I have writer more than I have in the hour before hand, maybe that because you don’t have to include sources when your citing the truth.