<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:56.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Humor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114598617037179268</id><published>2006-04-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:29:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Not to Say to Your Parents While at College</title><content type='html'>1. Are you saying that I'm not good enough for Jack-in-the-Box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey  dad, are there any openings at your office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She's 21 and she reminds  me of mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm converting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm coming out of the closet!  Just kidding...hello? hello, anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't know, I think a  nipple ring is very fashion conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who are you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Come to think of it, you're right! You're always right! I'm not going to make  any more decisions! You can just take over my life, you manipulative  bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mom, you too can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I need more money for my  gambling ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hold on a second, I have to get rid of the  body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm on page 54, right after the centerfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you  ever tried Vivarin! I mean a lot of it at once! It's amazing. I wrote two  papers, memorized the Spanish to English dictionary, made sis a sweater,  invented a new way to dry laundry, and I- my, my heart.. I can't bre-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  From now on, you'll call me Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'd love to talk to you, but I  have more important things in my life to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is it possible to get a  12-year old girl pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hey mom, you know how you and dad got  married at 20, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I never realized how many ways you could use  petroleum jelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Man dad, there are so many f*cking parties here.  Hic! Are you listening to me, you old f*cking fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There's only one  thing left to do- kill the both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. This is my home away from  home. I have new friends, and a family here with two kids and - um, forget what  I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. And I joined the Republican party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I just  can't take it anymore. The pressure! The Pressure! Aaaaaaaaaaah!  (Click)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Hold on. John, will you get your dick out of my  ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hold on. Mary, will you get your hand out of my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Hold on. Get this poodle out of my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Mom, send me some neosporin.  I seem to have a lot of cold sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guess what! I need a new  liver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. De ahora, voy a hablar solamente en espanol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When  are you coming to visit! I really want to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114598617037179268?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114598617037179268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114598617037179268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-not-to-say-to-your-parents.html' title='Things Not to Say to Your Parents While at College'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114556703417083717</id><published>2006-04-20T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:03:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Lies Told by Graduate Students</title><content type='html'>10. It doesn't bother me at all that my college roommate is making $80,000 a  year on Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'd be delighted to proofread your  book/chapter/article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My work has a lot of practical  importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would never date an undergraduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your latest  article was so inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I turned down a lot of great job offers to  come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just have one more book to read and then I'll start  writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The department is giving me so much support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My job  prospects look really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No really, I'll be out of here in only two  more years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114556703417083717?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114556703417083717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114556703417083717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/top-ten-lies-told-by-graduate-students.html' title='Top Ten Lies Told by Graduate Students'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114530494409928293</id><published>2006-04-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:15:44.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the College Viewbooks Don't Tell You</title><content type='html'>(and what you said, "yeah, right" to before you actually got here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Quarters are like gold.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be creative in the dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;3. Flip flops  become as important as soap, shampoo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will never find so many  excuses for a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;5. Asleep by 2:30 am is an early night.&lt;br /&gt;6. New  additions to the food groups: Mountain Dew, Doritos, Ben &amp; Jerry's, Ho-Hos  and Oreos&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure your alarm clock has back-up batteries.&lt;br /&gt;8. Duct  tape heals all wounds. (If not, scotch or masking tape will suffice for  awhile.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Showers become less important.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep becomes more  important.&lt;br /&gt;11. Two meals a day are standard. One for some!&lt;br /&gt;12. Recycling  becomes synonymous with laundry ("Oh, my jeans can last until  Christmas...there's only a *little* bit of mud on them...").&lt;br /&gt;13. You can  never make too many meals in a hot pot (or pizelle maker).&lt;br /&gt;14. 10 minutes is  more than enough time to get ready for your first&gt; class (not that this is  anything really new).&lt;br /&gt;15. Going to the mailbox was never an ego  booster/breaker before.&lt;br /&gt;16. It takes more than one person to carry your  laundry, books, trash, alcohol...&lt;br /&gt;17. If the lecture hall is big enough, get  someone else's notes.&lt;br /&gt;18. You begin to nap again (also not new).&lt;br /&gt;19. Your  bill in the bookstore will almost equal tuition.&lt;br /&gt;20. Isn't it amazing that  the book your professor wrote is always required for his class?&lt;br /&gt;21. Labs used  to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;22. T.A. used to stand for teaching assistant, now, for terribly  articulated.&lt;br /&gt;23. Squirt guns = stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;24. E-mail becomes your  second language.&lt;br /&gt;25. Frat parties are exactly like they are in the  movies.&lt;br /&gt;26. Ten-page papers used to sound impossible, now they're a  Godsend.&lt;br /&gt;27. You never realized so many people are smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;28.  You never realized so many people are dumber than you.&lt;br /&gt;29. Professors are  like celebrities: you see them, but they never see you.&lt;br /&gt;30. Western Europe  could be wiped out by a horrible plague and you'd never know, but you could  recite last week's episode of "Friends" verbatim.&lt;br /&gt;31. See every movie under  $3 that your campus provides; it's actually proportional to the amount of money  you have.&lt;br /&gt;32. Road trip whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;33. Pick up all new  lingo.&lt;br /&gt;34. Bum rides, money, notes and snacks as much as you can get  them.&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't burn bridges, especially if he's good in Biology.&lt;br /&gt;36.  Plain pasta never constituted a complete meal before.&lt;br /&gt;37. The health service  attendants are there because they couldn't make it in a real hospital, never  ever forget that.&lt;br /&gt;38. Forget putting the toilet seat down,you just pray that  they flush.&lt;br /&gt;39. Frisbee becomes a contact sport.&lt;br /&gt;40. Care packages rank up  there with birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;41. College girls are the same as high school girls,  just with more freedom...and no curfew.&lt;br /&gt;42. It never sucked so much to get  sick.&lt;br /&gt;43. Pop a vitamin and breakfast is covered.&lt;br /&gt;44. Learn to love your  roommate, especially when he leaves you the room.&lt;br /&gt;45. You always thought that  worshipping the porcelain god was just an expression...it's not!&lt;br /&gt;46. You'll  learn more about male genitalia than you ever thought necessary, guys talk more  about that than women and sex put together.&lt;br /&gt;47. Beware the freshman 15, or in  some cases, the freshman cup size.&lt;br /&gt;48. Even though the beds are long, they  are also extra narrow.&lt;br /&gt;49. Things that were a huge deal in high school are  now commonplace.&lt;br /&gt;50. You never thought you would share so much about yourself  with people you have known for such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;51. Computer games go in  and out faster than the latest fashions.&lt;br /&gt;52. Any game can be made into a  drinking game.&lt;br /&gt;53. Disney movies are more than just classics.&lt;br /&gt;54. Find one  thing you like in the dining hall and go with it.&lt;br /&gt;55. You will hear more  stupid nicknames than you ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;56. Phone calls almost never  happen and when they do, you just don't get the messages.&lt;br /&gt;57. Cereal makes a  meal any time of day.&lt;br /&gt;58. Keep your high school term papers; nowadays,  everything is recycled.&lt;br /&gt;59. ATMs are the devil's advocate.&lt;br /&gt;60. Beware the  boy in the Care Bear toga.&lt;br /&gt;61. You almost forget how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;62. You'll  drink anything if it's free..&lt;br /&gt;63. People still cheat, it's just more  technologically advanced.&lt;br /&gt;64. You get really good with excuses for skipping  class.&lt;br /&gt;65. The girl you're going to marry may live right next door, so keep  your stereo down.&lt;br /&gt;66. Ordering food at 1 am is a common occurance.&lt;br /&gt;67. You  never realized how cool you can be.&lt;br /&gt;68. TV becomes a bigger time sucker than  ever before.&lt;br /&gt;69. You realize how great your hell summer job was once you get  to work study.&lt;br /&gt;70. Keys have never been so important, yet you seem to lose  them more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;71. You meet the type of people you only thought  existed in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;72. You learn to sleep with light, noise, extreme, and  roommates snoring.&lt;br /&gt;73. You don't have to cover your textbooks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;74.  You become a juggler with the balance between school, friends, girls,  activities, work, parties...&lt;br /&gt;75. You live for chicken finger day at the  cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;76. People that were geeks in high school seem okay now.&lt;br /&gt;77.  You begin to realize that college is about the ideal lifestyle, except for those  pesky classes.&lt;br /&gt;78. You get good at rationalizing on whether to do homework or  not (usually not).&lt;br /&gt;79. Procrastination becomes an art.&lt;br /&gt;80. Jeans may be  worn as many times as the wearer desires (for example, see # 12).&lt;br /&gt;81. The  only reason you ever dress up is when everything else is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;82. Your  parents start to tell you stories about their college days.&lt;br /&gt;83. With all the  wealth of knowledge around you, you start to feel like you're on intellectual  welfare.&lt;br /&gt;84. Going to the mini-mart is a major treat.&lt;br /&gt;85. Amount of  alcohol consumed is directly proportional to grade point average.&lt;br /&gt;86. You  have two kinds of shoes: everyday shoes and party shoes.&lt;br /&gt;87. Classes: the  later the better.&lt;br /&gt;88. The cute girls actually talk to you now.&lt;br /&gt;89. Care  packages make it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;90. The longer you're there, the less you  talk about home.&lt;br /&gt;91. Always wear your safety goggles, they're not  kidding.&lt;br /&gt;92. You just don't learn last names.&lt;br /&gt;93. Your teachers just went  from Mr. and Mrs. to Prof.&lt;br /&gt;94. That calculator Tetris and Duck Hunt come into  play even more than in high school Physics class.&lt;br /&gt;95. Card games never lasted  for hours before.&lt;br /&gt;96. Vacuuming happens every semester, if you get around to  it.&lt;br /&gt;97. Boys will dance in college.&lt;br /&gt;98. People who never talked to you in  high school are now your best friends when you come home.&lt;br /&gt;99. You are NEVER  alone.&lt;br /&gt;100. You find out what beer sludge is.&lt;br /&gt;101. It's amazing how late  you can stay up doing absolutely nothing, yet falling asleep in class or in the  library takes an average of two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;102. You spend a ridiculous amount  of time pondering the mystery of whether the cafeteria Lucky Charms are the real  thing.&lt;br /&gt;103. People magazine is your deep philosophical reading  material.&lt;br /&gt;104. You begin to subdivide your room into sections such as den,  library, etc. to make it sound like a house.&lt;br /&gt;105. All you have to do to make  new friends is have mom send up some cookies.&lt;br /&gt;106. You never realized how  quiet your house was.&lt;br /&gt;107. Dishes aren't dirty enough to wash until they have  bugs and/or mold in them.&lt;br /&gt;108. Printers only break down when you desperately  need them.&lt;br /&gt;109. You get along so much better with your family now that you  never see any of them.&lt;br /&gt;110. Your life will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;111.  Sweatpants become a wardrobe staple.&lt;br /&gt;112. You become an expert at space  optimization.&lt;br /&gt;113. Anything can be cooked in a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;114. Girls are  almost as messy as guys. Girls just hide it better.&lt;br /&gt;115. A trip to the  grocery store requires 3 hours, in order to price check everything.&lt;br /&gt;116. You  can't study when it is too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;117. You can always tell the freshman the  first week or two of school by how dressed up they are. Also refer back to  #111.&lt;br /&gt;118. Your cherished CD collection will never be intact again.&lt;br /&gt;119.  Going out to a restaurant to eat, only happens when your parents come to  visit.&lt;br /&gt;120. You become a really good pen-pal when you have a boring  class.&lt;br /&gt;121. There is such a thing as a blow-off course.&lt;br /&gt;122. You actually  rationalize staying home and watching Ricki Lake to going to class.&lt;br /&gt;123. The  first sign of spring and classes become even less of a priority.&lt;br /&gt;124. If you  loose your ID card it takes forever to replace and you can't do anything without  it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114530494409928293?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114530494409928293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114530494409928293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-college-viewbooks-dont-tell-you.html' title='What the College Viewbooks Don&apos;t Tell You'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114515670789239891</id><published>2006-04-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T20:05:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Grade Change Form _______________________ University</title><content type='html'>To: Professor____________________ From:___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  think my grade in your course,___________________, should be&lt;br /&gt;changed from  ______ to _______ for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______1. The persons who  copied my paper made a higher grade than I did.&lt;br /&gt;______2. The person whose  paper I copied made a higher grade than I did.&lt;br /&gt;______3. This course will  lower my Grade Point Average and I won't get&lt;br /&gt;into:&lt;br /&gt;______Medical School  ______Graduate School&lt;br /&gt;______Dental School ______My  Fraternity/Sorority&lt;br /&gt;______The Mickey Mouse Club ______Tri County  Tech&lt;br /&gt;______4. I have to get an A in this course to balance the F  in&lt;br /&gt;_______________.&lt;br /&gt;______5. I'll lose my scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;______6. I'm on  a varsity sports team and my tutor couldn't find a&lt;br /&gt;copy of your  exam.&lt;br /&gt;______7. I didn't come to class and the person whose notes I  used&lt;br /&gt;did not cover the materisal asked for on the exam.&lt;br /&gt;______8. I studied  the basic principles and the exam wanted every&lt;br /&gt;little fact.&lt;br /&gt;______9. I  learned all the facts and definitions but your exams&lt;br /&gt;asked about general  principles.&lt;br /&gt;_____10. You are prejudiced against:&lt;br /&gt;______Males ______Jews  ______Blacks&lt;br /&gt;______Females ______Catholics ______Whites&lt;br /&gt;______Protestants  ______Moslems ______Minorities&lt;br /&gt;______Chicanos ______People  ______Students&lt;br /&gt;_____11. If I flunk out of school my father will disinherit me  or&lt;br /&gt;at least cut my allowance.&lt;br /&gt;_____12. I was unable to do well in this  course because of the&lt;br /&gt;following illness:&lt;br /&gt;______mono ______broken baby  finger&lt;br /&gt;______acute alcoholism ______pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;______VD  ______fatherhood&lt;br /&gt;_____13. You told us to be creative but you didn't tell us  exactly&lt;br /&gt;how you wanted that done.&lt;br /&gt;_____14. I was creative and you said I  was just shooting the bull.&lt;br /&gt;_____15. I don't have a reason; I just want a  higher grade.&lt;br /&gt;_____16. The lectures were:&lt;br /&gt;______too detailed to pick out  important points&lt;br /&gt;______not explained in sufficient detail&lt;br /&gt;______too  boring&lt;br /&gt;______all jokes and not enough material&lt;br /&gt;______all of the  above&lt;br /&gt;_____17. This course was:&lt;br /&gt;______too early, I was not  awake.&lt;br /&gt;______at lunchtime, I was hungry&lt;br /&gt;______too late, I was  tired&lt;br /&gt;_____18. My (dog, cat, gerbil) (ate, wet on, threw up on) my&lt;br /&gt;(book,  notes, paper) for this course.&lt;br /&gt;_____19.  Other___________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114515670789239891?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114515670789239891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114515670789239891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/universal-grade-change-form-university.html' title='Universal Grade Change Form _______________________ University'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114496819635241728</id><published>2006-04-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:43:16.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Be a College Student ...</title><content type='html'>If you average 3 hours of sleep a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your trash is overflowing and  your bank account isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to Wal-Mart more than 3 times a  week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are personally keeping the local pizza place from  bankruptcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wake up 10 minutes before class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wear the  same jeans 13 days in a row -- without washing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your breakfast  consists of a coke on the way to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your social life consists of a  date with the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it takes a shovel to find the floor of your  room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you typically have less than a dollar with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you  haven't done laundry in so long you are wearing your swim suit to  class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you celebrate when you find a quarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your room is so  cold that your toilet freezes over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wear a sweat suit for so long  that it stands up by itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your backpack is giving you  Scoliosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get more sleep in class than in your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your  idea of feeding the poor is buying yourself some Ramen Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can  sleep through your roommate's blaring stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in an area that  is smaller than most mobile homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get more e-mail than  mail......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN YOU MIGHT BE A COLLEGE STUDENT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114496819635241728?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114496819635241728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114496819635241728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-might-be-college-student.html' title='You Might Be a College Student ...'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114480619050304409</id><published>2006-04-11T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:43:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Of Academia</title><content type='html'>(sung to the tune of Hotel California)&lt;br /&gt;In a dark deserted room,&lt;br /&gt;Brylcreem  in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Warm smell of unwashed socks,&lt;br /&gt;Rising up through the air.&lt;br /&gt;Up  ahead on my PC...&lt;br /&gt;I saw a shimmering light&lt;br /&gt;My head grew heavy and my sight  grew dim,&lt;br /&gt;I had to work through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stood in the  doorway,&lt;br /&gt;I heard the Rush Rhees bells.&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking to  myself,&lt;br /&gt;"two years of researching - and this could be hell"&lt;br /&gt;Then he picked  up my paper,&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me an 'F'.&lt;br /&gt;There were voices down the  corridor,&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard them say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the world of  academia&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely place, such a lovely place, such a lovely  phase.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of room at the world of academia,&lt;br /&gt;Any time of year, any time  of year, you can get screwed out here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was stiff and  a-twisted,&lt;br /&gt;The coursework never seemed to end.&lt;br /&gt;Got a lot of glassy genius  boys,&lt;br /&gt;That we call friends.&lt;br /&gt;How they crammed in the library,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet  summer sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Some mugged to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Some mugged to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I  called my advisor,&lt;br /&gt;"Please make me a T.A."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "We've never had such  spirit here&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you really make my day"&lt;br /&gt;And now those students keep  calling from .. far away,&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;Just to  hear them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the world of academia,&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely place,  such a lovely place, such a lovely phase&lt;br /&gt;Livin' it up at the world of  academia&lt;br /&gt;We don't mean to cheat, we don't mean to cheat,&lt;br /&gt;Where's your  answers sheet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years was my ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Then came some  advice.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "We are all just prisoners here.&lt;br /&gt;Failed my defense  thrice"&lt;br /&gt;In the dissertation chambers,&lt;br /&gt;The doctoral committee,&lt;br /&gt;They quiz  him with their steely glares&lt;br /&gt;And he can't get his Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I  remember,&lt;br /&gt;I was running for the door.&lt;br /&gt;I had to find a passage back&lt;br /&gt;To  the place I was before.&lt;br /&gt;"Relax," said the chairman,&lt;br /&gt;"Til some results we  receive.&lt;br /&gt;You can check out any course you like&lt;br /&gt;But you can never  leave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114480619050304409?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114480619050304409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114480619050304409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/world-of-academia.html' title='The World Of Academia'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114459903104974424</id><published>2006-04-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:10:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why College Students Are Looking Forward to Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>10. You'll know that your turkey is a Butterball rather than a Grade E yet  semi-edible fur ball,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your mother will not be serving your mashed  potatoes and stuffing with an ice cream scooper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pumpkin pie is a  great alternative to green jello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. After your eighth glass of cider,  your emergency dash to the bathroom will not be delayed by having to line the  seat with toilet paper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Clean underwear, comfortable bed, access to a  car, bedroom larger than a 12x14 cell... OK, even if it is for only four  days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To eat your meals the only trek you'll have to make is from the  couch to the kitchen, rather than the dorm to the dining hall...&lt;br /&gt;in below  freezing weather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Instead of listening to "when I first started  teaching here..." you can be entertained by "when your mother was your age..."  and "during the Depression we weren't lucky enough to have brussels sprouts.  Hell, all we could afford was the sprout!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You can eat your corn  steamed with butter rather than popped in your microwave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You'll know  the hair in the shower drain is your own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE NUMBER ONE REASON  COLLEGE STUDENTS ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO THANKSGIVING... (drum roll,  please...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You won't be eating your Thanksgiving meal off a tray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114459903104974424?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114459903104974424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114459903104974424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-college-students-are-looking.html' title='Why College Students Are Looking Forward to Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25626432.post-114445231410128251</id><published>2006-04-07T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:25:14.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Year Are You?</title><content type='html'>When I first started college, the Dean came in and said "Good Morning" to all of us. When we echoed back to him, he responded "Ah, you're Freshmen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained. "When you walk in and say good morning, and they say good morning back, it's Freshmen. When they put their newspapers down and open their books, it's Sophomores. When they look up so they can see the instructor over the tops of the newspapers, it's juniors. When they put their feet up on the desks and keep reading, it's seniors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you walk in and say good morning, and they write it down, it's graduate students."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25626432-114445231410128251?l=bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114445231410128251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25626432/posts/default/114445231410128251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestcollegehumor.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-year-are-you.html' title='What Year Are You?'/><author><name>Hill Larious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08152608293676545020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
