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I Have a Type Of Illness Known as “College”: A Procrastination Induced Post

6 Apr

NOTE: When re-reading this post, I noticed that there is a lot of economics-jargon-stuff in here. If you aren’t an econ major and don’t know what any particular work means, replace that word withPanda. It’ll make just as much sense and be 10x as funny.

Within the next week I have my senior thesis for my economics major due. Since there’s only a week left to finish it, I’m at a point where I can no longer pretend that watching videos of econ-raps and reading through “Economists Do It With Models” count as writing the essay.

I’ve been studying this stuff for so long—and, for the last month, so intensely—that I started applying basic economics to random situations… or maybe I’m just going insane.

For example, when walking to Starbucks, I saw a shop that has a broken window… I thought of
this video I saw in one of my classes.

I’m also taking a class in Old English Literature, and came up with a payoff matrix to describe a pre-battle dialogue…

Yeah, this isn't exactly how it went down, but it was a good excuse to draw a viking 😀
Oh, and in the payoff-chart-matrix-thing, most of the numbers are random, though I always assumed that if a battle occured, the vicking would win. The have some epic beards. Their victory is inevitable.

I overheard a girl on the bus telling her friend, “Well, Walmart’s a monopoly, and it forces all the small businesses in the area to close”… and it took a lot of effort not to cry. I figure that the frustration I felt due to her conversation was a negative externality and, to make her internalize this externality, I should make her give me a dollar.

I think I am going insane, though. I’ll probably ask a psychology-major-friend about it. It seems like loosely applying economics to everything I see should be a symptom of something. Maybe it’s rabies. Or mad cow disease… but I’ll leave all the diagnosing to my not-yet-a-doctor-friends.

I also noticed that the quality of my diet seems inversely related to the quantity of school work that I need to do. Since I’m avoiding my essay, I’ve made a chart:

Once the semester starts, the quantity of work I have to do is directly related to the number of pancakes I consume and inversely related to the quality of food I eat (because of all the pancakes).

The whiny voice of the economist that lives in my head reminds me that ‘correlation does not imply causation’— but, in this case, one defiantly causes the other.

Now that I’m thinking about it, I think I know what’s wrong.

I’m suffering from a psychological illness known as “college”. It’s a simple illness that drags you from points of calmness to points of extreme stress spontaneously across a two to four year period.  They say this illness makes you smart, but, really, it just makes you the same type of crazy as everybody else in your chosen industry.

Maybe This is Why “Rap Artist” Was Never My Career Goal…

3 Mar

For some reason, my teachers from elementary school to high school had a weird fascination with seeing students come up with “raps” about the subject material and performing it for the class. They said it was to help us learn the subject material, but, really, the only thing we learned to do was rhyme.

Moldy food may not have anything to do with ecosystems... but it rhymed. Good enough, right?

You’d have those two kids who could genially create a rap off the top of their heads, and they’d have five or six friends who knew how to use their pencils to make a beat.

Then, you’d have me and my group of confused friends. Even with 5 years of band behind me, finding a beat was like finding Waldo on a blank piece of paper—it’s just not there.

Anyway, now that I’m in college, I don’t have to experience that pain. However, recently, I found the most amazing example of turning classroom stuff into a rap—and it’s so much cooler than it sounds. Someone passed me this link in one of my econ classes, and it’s just so full of awesome. Seeing this combination of nerd-y knowledge and video and “rapping” puts a smile on my face every time I hear it. It’s on my ipod, on all my youtube playlists… I’ve probably posted about it on facebook at least five times. Yeah, I’m a little bit obsessed.

Here’s the link. Watch it. You’ll become ten times cooler, immune to disease, and win the lottery.*

*Yeah, none of these things will happen. Probably.

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