23 posts tagged “boston college”
Friday night I was in a flip cup tourney hosted by an old college pal. My team consisted of most of my regulars: Ed, Alexis, Ben and Jordan. We were the orange team, and when matching prison issues proved to be too costly, we bought a bunch of plastic table cloths at Target and got creative.
THE EMAIL I WAIT FOR ALL YEAR IS HERE! I CAN BREATHE AGAIN!
I HAVE BEEN DYING TO SHOVE HUNDREDS MORE DOLLARS INTO BOSTON COLLEGE'S POCKETS, BUT WAS UNSURE HOW TO PROPERLY DO SO UNTIL THIS EMAIL CAME TODAY!!!!!!
IF I DIDN'T HAVE SO MANY AWESOME SPORTING EVENTS THAT I CAN'T ATTEND TO LOOK FORWARD TO, I WOULD JUST PUT A GUN IN MY MOUTH NOW AND CALL IT A DAY/LIFETIME!
THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED TO HAVE HAPPEN AND MORE!
Fuck you.
(...but to be real for a moment, I did watch about two hours of college football on the plane back from Boston which is the most out-of-character move I could have ever made. I don't understand the game at all, but I was captivated. I think I have a boyfriend who plays for Fresno State now, that's all I'm saying. Like, ever. I really will never have anything else to say on this topic.)
Things to note:
1) Blond (with roots!)
2) Tan. In Boston. In April.
3) North Face jacket.
4) LeTigre polo shirt in a mint green color with pink and white stripes.
5) Sparkly eyeliner
I showed someone this picture and they were all "What happened?" and I was all "Boston Mother Fucking College happened."
And it did. All over my face.
Fuck. I miss those days sometimes.
The Facebook message I just left fellow Shovelhead alum John Durbin on his Facebook wall:
Allow me to guess the events of the last 24 hours at your house:
1) After weeks of planning, you realize you've outgrown the Batman footie pajamas from your childhood that you had your mom ship to your apartment.
2) To reconcile this, you spent the hours leading up to midnight on an elliptical machine while wearing ankle weights and a black cape.
3) Several hours later when the footie pajamas still didn't fit, you "gave in" and pinned it to your pants and referred to it as your "Man Dick Cover" when anyone gave you a strange look at the theater. The words "Why you lookin' at my Man Dick Cover? Yeeeaaaahhhhh." left your lips more than once.
4) Three hours of Batman.
5) Six hours of crying and stenciling your new Heath Ledger "In Memoriam" tattoo.
6) Getting said tattoo.
7) Re-donning your Man Dick Cover and doing it all over again, only this time with more swearing.
I doubt that I am far off, and that's why I miss John Durbin right now.
So check this out...
I went to Boston College pretty much for free. I'm not going to act like I have the student loans built up the way some of my friends do... but I really don't have the means to be paying Boston College right now. They need to give me a fucking minute. Boston College getting my $2800 dollars is no so much my fucking concern.
Let me explain this to you... For four years I was told that everything I did there would impact me for the rest of my life. I had to get a good GPA, I had to pick the right major, I had to get the best professors with the most clout, because apparently this would have a great effect on my transition to the real world. The truth of that? Not one interview I have ever gone on has ever asked me to prove that I went to Boston College. No one has ever asked my GPA. Most of the things I learned from my concentration in Film could have been picked up by anyone who spent any amount of time in a creative office. I was more or less deceived into racking up these $2800 dollars in loans... so pardon me while I tell you that your check is on the way, Sandy from Williams and Fudge. Pardon me while I turn the tables on your fat face, cause it's going to be a hot minute before you get any more money from me.
Beside the fact that I feel lied to about the importance of college in my life, I also didn't head straight to Wall Street like a great deal of my classmates. I'm not selling my soul to pay them back. I'm working hard in a creative field to best capitalize on my skills in the long run. I think I have a much better business plan than all those Carol School of Management losers who probably have some sort of bank account set up that their student loans are deducted from. I can't set one of those up because any month could be the month where that charge goes through, I bounce a 200 dollar check and then spend the next month trying to catch up to bank fees. Suck my dick, Boston College. You will get my money when I am ready to give you my money.
I just dropped $400 dollars over the course of a 30-second phone call. Apparently if I don't finish paying off what I owe by July, I will effect Boston College's "federal funding"... I'm not worried about that. Why? Because when I was at Boston College, I worked as a fundraiser. I am well aware that any amount of Federal Funding they get is not going to be taken away by me, Molly McAleer. I also know that for every student they call who can drop 10 thousand dollars on a "donation" for a tailgating spot (a "prize" BC hands out to the top contributers), there were at least 20 mother fuckers I called who were a lot closer to being in my position. How's my credit? My credit sucks a dick. My credit is horrible. What I'm working towards is ultimately never having that effect me. No one cares if your credit sucks when you're willing to pay cash for your beach-front property.
Hey, Boston College Alumni Fund: Don't even fucking THINK of calling me right now. I worked for you. I know how it works. You TOTALLY have the balls to call someone who's ass you're riding in one direction for student loan payments and ask them to donate to the alumni fund... because you are a shameless organization. SHAMELESSSSS....
I went to Boston College and my whole family loves BC Hockey, but I actually got this shirt at the Salvation Army on Hoover and Pico right here in LA:
I am so obnoxious.
