Iphy Hates School

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

I don't know if this is a slump or a lurch or feeling bummed about the mater leaving town or what. Maybe this is just how an over-achieving academic perfectionist feels when it looks like she's going to be getting her first B ever on a midterm. Maybe it's becoming more and more apparent that I hate school and want to quit. It's just so...pointless. All these hoops to jump through in order to achieve something that I don't even know if I want.
It's easy for me to say this. I know plenty of people with useless degrees just like mine...
< For those of you just now tuning into the Iphy show, I have a bachelor degree from the motherland. Because I'm still deciding how much I want to identify myself on this old word-receptacle, I might not say what it's in...suffice it to say, it makes sculpture or art history look like really rational, grown-up choices. Anyhoot...>
...and they have jobs! Not jobs they like much, but I also know a lot of people with Very Good In Demand degrees who are working in pertinent fields who also don't like their jobs much. I know a lot of ex-dance, theater, music, philosophy, and history majors who are all gainfully employed in areas that, while boring as bat shit, pay the bills.
I could just front up to an employment agency and say "Yo, bitches. I have a bachelor degree, seven years experience owning, running, and marketing a small business, I can type sixty five words a minute, I'm reasonably computer-literate, and I don't have a prison record or a drug habit." I bet you they'd find me something. I almost want to try it, just to see what happens.
Maybe I should just stick around for the fall session of school, take statistics and that one computer class, and call it good. Fuck if I know.
I'd think about it more, but I have to go and write a specific purpose statement for an informative speech that will inform no one about anything and achieve nothing except another inch towards a piece of paper signifying that I am Highly Educated.