Well, this is it. here I sit, still possessing the aura of full-time employment, surrounded by the sickly, the weak and the unwashed. Thus is the fate that befalls those who strive to better themselves through education.

They are all around me, their harsh braying calls echoing around the room while the stench of fear and shame and poverty is all-pervading. Soon I will be overcome, I will be one of them, but for now I retain my sense of discipline. I will not go without a fight and while i have an ounce of strength I will not submit.

Some would say that I am a jaded, sadistic misanthrope; they may even be correct in that judgement. Know this: no curse nor slur will ever plumb the depths of moral depravity implicit in the title of student, and I will wear my badge of misanhropy with pride while it still holds the power to keep me pure from their taint.