If the Aristocats Went to School...

And so my brief affair with Sciences Po comes to an end. It was a torrid affair, with much passion and even more angry hate sex (figuratively speaking, of course). I did not like Sciences Po, the international and french students are hilariously segregated (it is everyone's fault, I will not point fingers) the method of teaching is dull and forces one to re-examine their love of school and their professors for the most part are disinterested and boring. However, the fear that struck me when I first arrived has evaporated, I can now walk around the buildings with confidence, I can take part in classes despite the fact that they are terribly boring. I would have liked to stay a year, I am sure the second semester would have been easier. Several months here and, of course, there have been some things that I have noticed:

* If you want to look like a giant pretentious douche bag that takes himself too seriously wear a cravat to class. You know there is nothing that screams, I am making up for something than standing in front of the class with an 19th century cravat pluming out of your jacket like a baboons ass. Good for you, I hate you already and I didn't even have to exchange one word with you. 

* A school with a reputation like Sciences Po should be able to provide several printers that work to their students, or at least someone that is easy to get a hold of to fix broken ones. A school that has the lazy indifference to their student's like Sciences Po however, should only provide printers that work for specific hours in the day and sometimes just reject people for shits and giggles. 

* I have a brilliant way to reduce procrastination problems! Unlike American universities where the libraries are open after dark and on holidays and weekends we should do things like the French who actively dissuade students by studying and close libraries on Sundays and never have them open past fucking 9. Really.