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The Friday Top Five: Top 5 Reasons why College is a Love/Hate Relationship

Welcome to this week's edition of Nerdy April's Friday Top 5...where I will be highlighting the Top 5 Reasons why College is a Love/Hate Relationship...at least in my opinion!

Number 5: Sleep


Love: having a different schedule everyday, sometimes getting to sleep in a bit and sometimes getting to take naps when you get home!

Hate: having to stay up late, sometimes pulling all-nighters to get homework done! Dangit!

Number 4: Grades



Love: getting good grades!

Hate: the amount of work that's involved with getting good grades!

Number 3: Professors

Love: great professors who are friendly, can speak relatively good English and are passionate about the subject they are teaching!

Hate: overly sweaty professors, professors who think they are cool enough to draw a unicorn on your homework statement, professors who came directly from China with little or no English language training, professors who are as skinny as a stick and wear outfits resembling flight attendants, professors who have high pitched, squeaky voices and think Biology is the most awesome subject in the world, etc.!


I'm not making this up, seriously, the above picture was one of my High Speed Aerodynamics homework assignments...yes, unicorn and all.

Number 2: Getting to college

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Love: forcing myself to exercise (biking), cause we all know I need it! Feeling the coolness in the morning and not paying $280 for a parking permit!

Hate: opposing wind on the bike ride, cars that don't see you and creepy people on the light rail! Oh, and the heat kinda sucks too.

Number 1: Graduation



Love: that I will finally be graduating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hate: that it seems like December will never get here!

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