Help college

I heard on the news that there are less college students today then there were even two weeks ago (I guess because a lot of students just graduated). If there continues to be less college students every two weeks, in enough time, there won't be anyone in college at all anymore. And then who are professors going to force to buy the books they wrote? High school teachers? Unlikely. But what about postal workers, and librarians, and other non-high school teachers like you and me? The answer is probably all of us .
We need to do something to encourage more people to go to college. I have one idea.

We could make a video and circulate it around the Internet. The video would show a college graduate walking through the procession. Then it cuts to later that night. The graduate is sitting in a dimly lit apartment eating soup out of his graduation cap. He looks at the camera and says "I will never eat soup again!" Then the rest of the video is of him later on in life walking around town throwing piles of money in the air everywhere he goes. And we're all thinking, Man, where's he getting all this money? Then at the end in big letters is the word College in solid gold lettering. Problem solved.

We would need a catchy title to draw attention. I was thinking, "Man jumps over volcano to save dog."

Please let me know if you are interested in helping. I'll need someone to shoot the video and someone to donate all the piles of money that will be thrown around. Let me know. Thanks.

My Feelings: Day 10

I was skeptical at first, but now that I've gone through this process, I can honestly say that I feel that writing about my feelings is a big wasto el timo (in commemoration of Cinco de Mayo).

My Feelings: Day 9

I asked some guy a question today, and he said he didn’t know the answer. It just really bothered me, because I didn’t want to have to ask someone else. I guess I can’t understand why things can’t just work out. Why is everything so difficult? I ended up having to ask a third person before I got the answer. It only took a couple of minutes, but by then, my day was shot.

My Feelings: Day 8

My job is so hard. Nobody knows how hard my job is. How could anyone ever know? No one ever sees me doing my job. I spend most all of the day down in the basement. If someone comes down, I just pretend that I’m grabbing some pens and supplies and head back upstairs to my office and then circle back when they are gone. Nobody knows.

My Feelings: Day 8 update

I was fired today. I guess somebody knew. I have never felt like this before. I feel free. No more hiding in the basement. I spent all day walking around, going into everyone’s office. I can’t even count how many people’s office I went into and said, “Did you hear the news? The rumor is I got canned.” Then after a couple of minutes of my rummaging through their things, they invariable struck up a conversation with me. We talked about all kinds of things—respecting a person’s private space, really having a lot to do right now, enforceability of restraining orders. I really enjoyed it. I think I might do this all week—maybe all year. It’s great finally getting to know these people.