i’m an expert at having a really funny story to tell and then wording it badly enough that it’s not funny anymore
Why did I choose to go to school in a place
In which the air hurts my face?
-r.j. (A two-line poem dedicated to the frigid winter of Edinboro, Pennsylvania)
THE BEST OF US CAN FIND HAPPINESS IN MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISERY
- student: hey government can I have some money to go to university
- uk government: sure here you go. you'll have to pay it back but only when you're earning £21,000+ a year, and if you don't pay it off after 30 years we'll just write it off, don't worry about it man
- scottish government: nah man just go to uni we ain't gonna charge you
- us government: no. you gotta pay it yourself. upfront. your parents have to save up from the moment you're born. good luck, fucker.