College Goodness

Well boys and girls, I thought that I would a post in honor of school starting back this week. So here goes:

I heard on the radio this morning that the state of Florida was trying to raise food stamp awareness for college students. Think about it: A collegiate existence without ramen noodles or Natty light. Well…maybe not the Natty light but you get the idea. I mean, just the other day my mom asked me how to cure the picky eater-ness in my nephew. My answer: feed him nothing but ramen noodles for an entire month. You’ll eat just about anything after that. But I digress. Anyways, I think its a good idea for those in need of it. I just know how creative college students can be to beat the system. Then again…if you can afford 500+ a credit hour for out-of-state tuition…

Speaking of beating the system, I’m going to give a hat tip here to this dude. Apparently this guy and his friends got tried of their campus police stalking facebook for parties announcements with possible underage drinking. So doing what any good college student would do, they hyped up a party on facebook. However, instead of having tasty beverages at said hyped up party, they chose to go with tasty baking goodness: cake. That’s right. They had cake stands, cake pong, and pieces of cake in solo cups. Needless to say the campus police were not amused when they raided the place. Rock and roll.

Finally, I still haven’t received an official grade posting from Discrete Math I last semester. Allegedly the grades have been turned it but haven’t been posted yet. I do know that I got a B in the course. I wasn’t really thrilled at the idea of getting a B since I wanted an A. But when you consider the fact that the class average was 63 and the average on the final was 40…I can’t complain. That’s probably why there are only 10 of us in Discrete Math II. Oh well…so much for banking of a curve.

Your mom goes to college.

Matt’s Lego roller coaster.

Robobug Blaster.

Woman suffocates while hunting for her phone under a six foot pile of clothing.

A must for every spoiled rich brat.

Microracers.

Woman backs over fire hydrant with her minivan.