<p>@Batman – If you want to hear about my woes, I’ll sum them up.</p>
<p>While I was at Cal and my time after – what ****ed me off – note, this was back in the Aught-Aughts, so it might not be like this anymore – and these are in no particular order:</p>
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<li>The availability of classes, especially as a Frosh.<br></li>
<li>The mental and academic erraticness of administrators, GSIs, and RAs. I am really not going to go into this because I experienced some pretty nasty racism and institutionalized oppression and it just makes me ****ed off that stuff like this could happen at an “enlightened” and “liberal” university. And don’t even get me started on the bureaucratic incompetence of the administration. Everything had to be exactly by the book and to the letter, no matter how illogical.</li>
<li>Fake People. Again, say what you want about Los Angeles, but I met people that were far more afraid of confrontation and actually dealing with beefs and into the ‘nice to your face, nasty behind your back’ stuff who were from Northern California. Los Angeles is a lot more like New York and Europe in where you **** someone off, they’re likely to come talk to you about it and you know what? Usually after that, you both get over it, have a beer, and actually become friends or come to an amicable concordance. Here? I just find that grudges run deeper and deeper until they explode and people go out of their way to escalate things. All of this “we’re chill here in the Bay,” etc, is a bunch of #@%@^@ in my opinion. </li>
<li>Dogmatism and close-mindedness. I experienced a lot of this at Cal. It was toe the line or shut the hell up and be written off my first few years. </li>
<li>The depressed student body. I mean, when I was there my first year, the Daily Cal wrote three articles on the vast number of students going to the Tang Center to get hopped up on anti-depressant meds. I had to undergo TWO different therapies to get through the place. Those who did not go the ‘healthier’ route often turned to excessive drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity to validate themselves. This, unfortunately, shut many doors for me, that could otherwise have been open. (Military and certain Government)</li>
<li>The inability to form real relationships. Again, this goes with fake people.</li>
<li>With a few exceptions, I was never that impressed with the “brilliance” of the professors. I felt a lot of them were riding work they did decades prior and a lot of it just felt moldy and outdated and inapplicable to the real world.</li>
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<p>Now we are going to go into what ****es me off now… (We’ll start this with my graduating year to the present day)</p>
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<li>The magic imploding football team. It’s depressing to watch the same game be played game after game and year after year. People keep telling me to remember the Holmoecaust, but come on, we’re starting to begin that slide.</li>
<li>FAKE PEOPLE!!!</li>
<li>Career fairs – because I was and am not an econ/business, CS, or engineering major, I am and was treated like garbage. I can sling crap and services as well as anyone else and do the economics stuff, and I can computer program as well, self-taught, but I can do it, but because my piece of paper doesn’t say one of the ‘prize majors’, I am immediately written off into the ‘teacher/grad student/law student/chronically unemployable’ category by many companies. And the people were downright nasty, despite the fact I proved my acumen to them when they interviewed me. I’ll tack that on to the bureaucratically incompetent management of the university. I’m not being overly sensitive, but I definitely got the vibe of “We don’t care how smart you are, if you don’t have our ‘major’, we don’t want you.”<br></li>
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<p>So yes, my inability to get a job despite the fact when I was accepted and they were recruiting me, I was promised a valuable and marketable degree regardless of what I studied, is a big part of my discontent. And the only job I did get, which was a miserable insurance claims adjusting job, where I was abused by the locals, my supervisor, and my manager, was mostly manned by Cal-State graduates, so as you can understand how I feel… not to be arrogant, but being ordered around and told you are incompetent and stupid by someone who barely graduated from Chico does not lend itself to happiness with your degree.</p>
<p>There are many many things I liked as well, what classes were good, were amazing, I liked the friends I was able to make, and my fraternity, was not a d-bag house, but real guys who knew what brotherhood and friendship was really about, and a lot of the stuff other people cited, but I just feel like I did not get what was marketed to me or promised. I really wanted to go to Cal for the prestige and the promise it lent, but I feel now like I might have been just as well off going to an easier state school or private and getting a real marketable degree. I studied what I studied at Cal because I couldn’t get into business, despite it being a backdoor into many of the business classes. But because I do not have that ‘Business’ degree, I’m hosed.</p>