Senior-itis

My frustration with this semester isn't the classical example of what a senior in college might suggest. Rather than allowing the fact that my grades from last semester are still not transferred over from France, my heavy course schedule is almost entirely lower-division GE (and therefore useless), not having a car, job inconsistency, my questionable behavior, and a disconnect from my family, I've resorted by default to good old-fashioned procrastination and partying. This dreaded reality doesn't seem wrong or bothersome to me in the least. I couldn't be more fed up with the useless bureaucracy and lack of answers and action SJSU provides. Why I subject myself to this constant hell is proving more puzzling by the day, with no way to bow out gracefully. The life I have led these past few weeks, consisting of frequent inebriation and rendez-vous with my good friends, has done something to me. In the gaps of sobriety I've had, I realized that there must be balance restored to my college life: get out more. I've met some of the most amazing people in my entire life this semester, which proves to be a direct product of my total disinterest with school this semester. At the same time, I'm torn with such a reckless attitude and lifestyle; it's too damn cliche. It also isn't what I really want. Last year I spent in France proved to be the most academically challenging and intellectually rewarding experiences I could have hoped for. The distinction was clear when I began this final spring semester at SJSU. The reality is a sorry one: San Jose State University is a poor example to higher education, filled with apathy and completely devoid of good morale, with sub-par teaching (with several noted exceptions), and a very wide solidarity gap between student and teacher. I would never recommend this college. What should have been a critical first-step into adulthood, with enthusiasm and challenging academics, has rather been the mundane and careless methods of both faculty and institution.