Girls in Yoga Pants Are Going to Explain The Higher Education Apocalypse to You
Maybe you’ll finally care.
Students used to show up drunk to my class, especially during football season. They filled Gatorade bottles with vodka.
At least they smiled through my lectures, even if they didn’t read a single page of Marilynne Robinson’s Housekeeping, which they considered the most boring book ever written.
Students started drinking during their Thursday afternoon classes. They kept going through the entire weekend, which included all of Friday. Honestly, I was ready for a drink by Thursday afternoon myself. Back then I was teaching for a big state university with a student population somewhere in the neighborhood of 30,000. I taught four classes a semester, for a grand total of more than 100 students. Some nights, I really did walk straight from my last class to a bar.
My friends and I lived across the street from campus because it was cheap. It was also unbearable. We were constantly calling the police on frat bros and their girlfriends.
Anyway, look at this girl.
Isn’t she flexible?
