Both Sides of Their Ass

I'm not sure how we arrived in this situation, but the only logical options are either that we're some dumb sumbitches, or someone's done something a little underhanded. I'm speaking of the fact that we pay a king's ransom for the privilege of having the COP drop us off in the middle of "Bumfuck Banjostan" with a map and a good-luck slap on the ass. Thanks, but I'm perfectly capable of finding a job myself -- likely even one that pays me.

This entire situation reeks of not only the academic dishonesty that the COP is known for, but some fairly bizarre talking out of both sides of their ass. I have been led to believe that one on hand I'm receiving a degree that is very in-demand and that I will have few problems finding employment. On the other hand: half of the classwork for the same degree makes me such an unfit-for-employment pharmacy pariah that I have to pay a huge sum of money to get a foster hospital to adopt me for the summer. So which is it?

Or maybe there's a more likely solution to this dilemma. Remember when you asked how much tuition was to our darling COP? Most likely they gave you the same deflated number they gave me: the number without the rotation added on. And while this amount isn't sufficient to pay for a single one of the HDTVs in the study rooms at the pharmacy palace, it does actually provide me over 18,000 ramen noodles -- yes it is sad that I know this. But why am I even giving this money to the COP? They are teaching me precisely "jack shit," and I'm not using their facility, faculty, or walking across their finely buffed floors. In fact, the only thing they're contributing is putting me somewhere I don't want to be and signing the paper at the end -- they completely outsourced the teaching part of the entire process to my preceptor who, in turn, gets a very disgruntled pharmtard.

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