I often sit and reflect back on the days when I went to Whitman College instead of a 25,000 person university. At Whitman, I knew the people in the administrative offices by name. At UO I can’t get past the automated phone messages because the call volume is too high.
Sometimes I laugh at how hard little Whitties are going to get slapped in the face by reality when they graduate. MUAHAHAHAHA. Remember the days when deciding which party to go to was your biggest concern? The days of the 24 hour library, unlimited food buffets, a state of the art gym, and a free, 24 hour health center with a staff eager to wait on you hand and foot?
To all the Whitman seniors who think that their senior thesis is a big fuckin deal. It isn’t. Pretty soon you will have to juggle a full work load (no, an overloaded class schedule doesn’t compare) and real life responsibilities. People will not dedicate their lives to make sure you are happy and healthy. Nor will they give one single fuck if you are struggling to manage it all. Enjoy your baby cradle existence now. Shit is about to get real.
