How to be a Student for Life.
Arrange
your birth into a wealthy family. Elicit enormous amounts of
attention from your parents. Surround yourself with educational
toys. Supplemental learning devices. Books. Use big words. Consume
knowledge like breakfast cereal.
When you are twelve years old, you score higher on the SATs
than most high school seniors. Then you get an A+ on an essay
you wrote the night before. Note to self: Amass a gigantic reserve
of untapped intelligence. Never use it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, begin the drinking. “Oh, the
pressure!” you say when they asked you why you puked out
the third-story window of the frat house. Construct stories
of your over-controlling parents. Your perfectionist-to-a-fault
personality. Cry over typos. Negotiate extensions on papers.
Go out every night.
Really dwell on the parents thing. That way, when they come
for Parents’ Weekend your friend will pull them aside
and tell them how worried she is about you. You have the long
talk. A semester off is just what you need.
While working twenty hours a week at the Burrito Barn, begin
doing drugs. Nothing too extreme. Some pot. Mushrooms. Acid
is nice. Go skiing. Miss a few of your shifts. Okay, a lot of
your shifts. Drive thirteen hours to see some band like Phish
or Widespread. Gamble in Vegas. When you run out of money you
send your parents a postcard. Write this: “I think I’m
ready to go back.”
Six years later. Graduation is on a square of green grass in
front of the library. Your grandmother asks you what your plans
are. Realize you have never been in the library. “Grad
school,” you say.
You discover the greatest tool in the library: the copy machine.
Your papers are flawless, they say. Brilliant. Especially your
thesis, which wins some award. They want to know, for the local
journal--what inspired you? “My parents.” A check
arrives immediately. Cash it.
Smoke a cigarette with your professor. He can find you a job.
Blow smoke slowly out of the corner of your mouth. There’s
this school in Vermont. You could get in easily, with your test
scores. A job would be fine, you say, but there’s just
so much more to learn. Check to see if he’s buying it.
The program starts in four short months.