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'Practical' Route

  • Writer: Josh Mark Lansky
    Josh Mark Lansky
  • Mar 8, 2022
  • 2 min read

Forced with no actual force, to go a more practical route than the arts, and having no confidence not to listen, I went to a 4-year university, and studied Business Economics. You're welcome Mom and Dad and older sister 1 & 2 (more accurately defined as Mom 2 & 3).

It's honestly not that practical of a degree. It was as though instead of directly defying their orders, I got a degree that only appeared to be practical. Haha, fuck you guys you thought you won but no one's going to hire me with this bullshit degree. Haha!...Wait a second, perhaps this plan was ill-conceived. This won't help me get a practical job or assist in my impractical pursuits. Well, that was fucking dumb. What a waste of 5 years and $42,000. That debt follows me around like a stench fresh off of jumping jacks in dog shit. Those same student loans, which I continue to defer, now total $50,000, now the dog shit is quicksand and I'm sinking while Childish Gambino's 'This is America' rings in my ears. I tottled with the thought of getting a dual degree, the 2nd in something I was interested in: Film and Video Production or Creative Writing or Cinematography or Literature or some other bullshit, which I did initially did but my partial scholarship ran out after 3 years and several Withdrawn classes and I wasn't prepared to saddle up to another $40,000 of debt. So I put my dreams on hold and got the fucking econ degree.

What a dumb act of revenge. Business Economics? I was never going to be a fucking economist. Although maybe that was an option at one point. The CIA did come to a class of mine to recruit students. Yes, the CIA does have a place in their cult like society for economists. Something along the lines of tracking market prices of plutonium to see when WMDs are being made and for whom. Though, who am I kidding? The CIA was never going to have me. I'm too socialist, too Canadian, at least ideologically speaking. It made growing up in Atlanta somewhat of a wishful and troubling experience. "Why do we keep voting down every mandate that would sponsor public transit?" Everyone in my life heard me say, at a nauseating rate. I mean other than the racism, the large white suburban population, and the large black metro-Atlantan population. It's a hurdle this southern state has not yet cleared, at least not in any meaningful way, and I don't see in happening anytime soon.

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