Worcester Polytechnic Institute

Date: Apr 24 2012
Major: Chemistry (This Major's Salary over time)
He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man.

Alright, If you planning to go here, you gotta know that you are sitting on the nerve of the American dream, that big winner dawning from the predawn chaos. If you think you can pull 40-60+ hour workweeks with all nighters whenever needed then you'll do fine, otherwise you can major in something like civil, or environmental engineering, or go somewhere else, up to you. Anyhow, You'll spend most of your time socializing, or if not, playing Skyrim (These people look like caricatures of worldcraft addicts, and sweet jesus are there a lot of them in freshman dorms, still doing, whatever that game does). And socially, be ready for a letdown, as this school essentially breaks into 3 camps, the beautiful greeks, the ultra nerds, and the foreign kids, and then there's what little of us are left, and most of WPI's hep culture insularizes too much to notice these things until we march ourselves in to the harsh meathook realities of this horrible year of our Lord 2012. It's probably no coincidence that the beautiful greeks monopolize not only the brahs (not all brahs though, this is still a tech school), but also 99% of the at least passably decent girls (And no, APO, or TNX, you aren't greek.) The rest of the girls and a good many boys, seem to have faces and bodies originating from a Nixon era experiment in porcine humaniodism, funded by money laundered in a phony drug war. Damn that Nixon. Still, this place is more than fine if you are in a coveted long distance relationship, just do not bring your other half with you, unless you are prepared to fight some barbarian hoardes. Anyway, you'll need protection up here, and not that flamsy sex kind, real protection. Also, you'll need the goods, push your collection as far as it will go. But not too hard, orientation will warp your mind, and freshman housing is a trip noone should have to witlessly endure. You must know how to guard what is yours from the pigs, for you have entered their trough, where they wallow in their own muck endlessly. And yet, these figures that surround you are in arms with them. They are afraid, this generation of swine, and would report you at once if you appeared even slightly deviant, which is why you must insularize, and no, moving off this wretched campus will not save you necessarially, you are not truly free until you have your own bedroom, and either a large car or a storage facility within reach, and in fact, these latter things are a prerequisite to your entry. So there you have it, that was the problem in Gompei's trip, the light at the end of the tunel was little more than scared mass conformity, unbreakable heirarchies, and a dying surrounding wasteland dominated by this affront of inhumanity. Mahalo