Dear Pre-Froshes Invading My Campus-
Ok, I get it, I was once in your shoes, too. You deserve to be here, the whole point of these trips is for you to experience college, and you will learn one day, whatever. But as I recall, I was a quiet pre-frosh who knew my place in the world. And say, when I sat in on a class where the professors just announced that the latest test average was a 63 (out of 100) and the highest grade a 71, ("I don't want you to panic," the professor comforted, "nobody here is failing, everyone is getting at least a C-." Thank you, professor) I knew enough to say, be sensitive to the class by not asking excessive yet irrelevant questions and pretending I understood Anal Chem better than the poor, failing souls. Nor did I critique the offending professor once class ended and the professor walked out, especially if the class really likes the professor, all harsh grading aside. And furthermore, I did not complain that the class was "too dry" and "that professor didn't know what he was talking about, he focused way too much on thoery," to the glares of the upperclassman around you. Upperclassman that had tried very patiently to be nice, especially considering that the expressed concentration of the course was on theory. Because if you take out the theories of Anal Chem, you'd only have instructions on how to turn knobs on a machine and lots of tedious math regarding titrations that we no longer need. But most importantly, dear pre-frosh, I never took anyone's seats during their biochem class and refused to move despite many promptings to do so, thus disrupting a precious and sacred seating system.
Sincerely,
Post-Frosh
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