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Nap Time!!!

Monday, March 01, 2004


Miss Under Stood

Gina Merlone has a pretty nice column today. I object, however, to her characterization:

"Bioengineering, or anything else that has the prefix “bio” or the suffix “engineering.” Wait a second … this isn’t a party. This is a library. Keep your voice down. This guy isn’t afraid of commitment, but he may be more dedicated to his studies than he is to you. Prereqs for this major: Bio 1A, Chem 3B, social anxiety disorder, virginity."

Does she not know any engineering students? To be a successful engineering student, you may need some number-handling ability and thought processes so rational that the concepts of right and wrong fade away into the genetically engineered smoke monster, but the number one quality to a successful engineering student is arrogance.

Any student who doesn't refer to real majors such as engineering in an arrogant fashion simply isn't an engineering student. If such a person is enrolled in the engineering major, she's just a poser. David Mourra was a poser. Questioning the superiority of an engineering major over other majors just isn't done.

Dedicated to studies? Ha! If you ask any engineering student, she'll be happy to tell you how easy her classes are, "except for that dumb English student who tried to take real math. Ha, we learned her. Go back to your essays about nothing!" Oh, sure, they're challenging, but we're engineering students. We can handle them because we're better than you.

Virginity? Any engineering student worth her salt can engineer some sex. After all, what good is the engineering mind if you don't put it to use? I suppose some engineering students just won't lower themselves to mingling with the lesser students for sex, but they're missing the point. The lesser students are our food. It's Darwinism. We are strong, they are weak, so we take advantage of them.

posted by Beetle Aurora Drake 3/01/2004 12:50:00 PM #
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