make it stop…

Wow,  I’ve been updating our public internet stations out in the library the past few work days.  Normally I avoid those stations like the plauge.  Mainly I do so, becasue I am avoiding the students.  Today I once again realied why I avoid the students.  They are incipid, mindless creatures who seem to lack the ability to form a sentince that does not contain the work “like” or a profanity.   One highlighted converstion between three students, 2 female, one male is as follows:

Girl 1: “She’s such a B _ _ _ _!”

Girl 2: “Oh I know! I Like can’t believe it, she like sucks in her flab even in pictures to try to look hot!”

Girl 1: “What a B _ _ _ _!”

Guy: “Oh come on shes like a total hottie!”

Girl 2: “Shut the F _ _ _ up!”

Girl 1: “You are like such a buck chuck!”

Guy: “What the F _ _ _ is a buck chuck?”

Girl 2: “Total buck cuck!”

Guy: “B _ _ _ _ what is a buck chuck!?!”

Girl 1: “You are!”

Guy: “I am not!”

Girl 1: “Oh yeah, then what does it mean!?!?”

Guy: “You!”

Girl 2: “Yup total F _ _ _ _ _ _ buck chuck”

Ahh I have such faith in the human race…  no wait… no I don’t…


Now we have come to an end…

Our revels now are ended.  These our actors
As I foretold you were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.  We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.