Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 96 Why not give it a try
"I think Stanford has gone crazy in order to catch up with Harvard, Yale, Duke, NYU and other prestigious schools. Yesterday I took the time to call a high school classmate who is studying at NYU. He is very happy in that kind of prestigious school with a semester system. Compared with Stanford's damn quarter system, the intensity and pressure of study are almost negligible. Do you know what's the most exaggerated thing? Their classes are only 50 to 70 minutes long, while our classes are twice as long. Maybe by the time I graduate, my bladder or prostate will be completely scrapped, and I can only hold the urine bag in one hand and accept the graduation certificate awarded to me by the dean in the other hand at the graduation ceremony."
Jason yawned, sat in his seat in the cafeteria and gulped down a cup of coffee to replenish his energy, then complained to Tommy who was sitting opposite him enjoying breakfast about the intense student life at Stanford University.
Tommy lowered his head and enjoyed his food without rushing to speak, but Jason's complaint prompted other students who were having breakfast in the restaurant to echo it. They talked about their friends who were studying in other semester-based universities, and how they felt like they were in heaven compared to themselves who were studying at Stanford.
It's no wonder they complain, Harvard, Yeshiva University and other old famous universities are still using the traditional semester system, that is, the year is divided into two semesters, but schools like Stanford University have chosen a more efficient quarter system, which is divided into four quarters. That is to say, if you study at Harvard and hate a professor and his class, you have to endure it for at least half a year, but at Stanford, you will finish that course in ten weeks and start a new one.
Tommy Hawke felt that he could still bear Stanford's pursuit of learning efficiency, with midterm exams in the first month and final exams in the second month. As for Jason's complaints, Tommy could only say that American college students were too lucky and had not experienced the mountains of questions and exams that Chinese high school students had to endure.
"Look at it from a positive perspective. This means that during our four years of undergraduate study at Stanford University, we can experience six more courses than students at traditional prestigious universities with a semester system. As long as you have enough energy, you can easily get a double degree." Tommy said to Jason after he finished his sandwich.
Jason stared at Tommy resentfully. "Double degree? Enough energy? Man, others don't know my energy, but you do? All the work you've assigned to me has almost drained me dry. I can hardly feel it every morning. You know, when I first entered school, it was full of energy every morning."
"I know, I know, Mr. Cowherd, I'm sorry, so I will share some of your work today, such as receiving our first student and customer." Tommy picked up the coffee and drank it, then wiped his lips and said to Jason.
Jason cursed at Tommy in disgust, "Fuck You! Tommy! You don't really want to share the burden at all. You just want to go with me to see if there are any pretty girls among the people who come for training! Right?"
"Seeing girls doesn't conflict with sharing the work." Tommy said, "Let's go. Most women choose to come for training on Saturday mornings when business is slow. Do you know why? Because the men who pay them have to pretend to return to their families on Saturdays and use their tools to satisfy their wives who don't have to pay for their services."
Jason finished his last sip of coffee, and stood up with Tommy to leave the restaurant. As they walked, he asked in confusion, "Didn't you find a few girls to help you with reception? You don't have to go so early to see the girls. Wouldn't it be better to go to the classroom to see them?"
"Ever since I discovered the abilities of those idiots yesterday, I finally understood why many company founders like to do things themselves." Tommy cursed in a bad tone.
Stanford University actually doesn't have any proper school gate. Most of the nearby land belongs to Stanford anyway, so they can do whatever they want with it. So the designers they hired at high prices to design the campus layout didn't design a gate for Stanford at all, but designed a one-mile-long Palm Avenue, with huge palm trees as high as 20 to 30 meters planted on both sides of the road.
In short, at first glance, newcomers will immediately understand what majestic means.
When he first came to Stanford University, Tommy Hawke even came here and walked along this palm-fringed avenue at sunset, imagining himself as a lone cowboy, heading alone to the old Stanford Manor for killing and revenge.
Because the scenery of this avenue at sunset looks more impressive than the Sycamore Avenue in "Red Dead Redemption 2" where eight cowboys walked side by side against the light to seek revenge.
At this time, Tommy was sitting behind the reception desk at the entrance of Palm Avenue, a mile away from Stanford University, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and ignoring the three girls from the promotion association who kept looking at him with disgust.
Gary Goode, who facilitated the training cooperation with Tommy, has been scolded by the members. Now everyone knows that he found a rude and barbaric country bastard to cooperate in promoting women's employment, but that bastard has no respect for women and scolded two poor girls to tears when they met for the first time.
A bus stopped at a stop not far away. It was the earliest bus of the day. Only two people got off the bus, a man and a woman. They stood there and looked around, then saw the reception sign and walked towards Tommy and the others hesitantly.
Tommy kept his eyes on the bus. He put his legs down before the bus stopped. He looked at the two people getting closer and closer and took the initiative to speak: "Gentlemen, I guess you want to ask about computer training?"
The man and woman obviously didn't know each other, but they both nodded at this time, which surprised Jason next to them. He lowered his voice and said to Tommy: "Tommy, did you do any publicity besides "The Joy Seekers"? Or are the prostitutes also interested in learning computers?"
"Maybe the client wants to have something in common with the prostitute when they are intimate? Or maybe he is a gigolo? Oh my God, you are a perfect match, you can communicate with each other!" Tommy said to Jason with a smile, then stood up and looked at the two of them:
"This is the reception desk. What are your names?"
The dark-haired, relatively petite woman was the first to speak. She said to Tommy, "I called yesterday, Susan Curtis, and you answered the phone. I remember your voice."
"You are so lucky, Miss Curtis, yes, that's right, I remember, the discount coupon, right?" Tommy came over and shook hands with Susan: "Tommy Hawke, these are my classmates and colleagues."
Then he looked at the young man who was always evasive in his eyes. He was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. When he saw Tommy looking at him, his first reaction was to lower his head, and then immediately raised it and looked at Tommy.
Tommy asked, "What's your name, buddy?"
"Mark, Mark Warren." The young man said to Tommy, "I didn't call, I just saw the ad, so I wanted to come and see. I'm studying at a community college in San Francisco."
"To be honest, I didn't expect there would be men in the first batch of trainees, because after all, the initiating organization is called the Women's Equality Promotion Association. But it doesn't matter. We don't discriminate on gender. Gigolos can also be trained." After talking to the other party, Tommy turned his head and looked at Jason:
"For better communication, I will take Miss Susan Curtis and you take Mr. Mark Warren."
"Fuck You! Tommy Hawke!" Jason White watched Tommy and a woman named Susan get into one of the two golf carts they drove out.
Only the man named Mark Warren was left, looking at him cautiously, which made Jason shudder. "Shit! All right, sir, get in the car with me, but please keep a sufficient distance! I remind you that Stanford's campus police are all over the campus, and they are all equipped with guns!"
After the golf cart started and drove onto Palm Avenue, Tommy took the steering wheel and asked Susan, who was admiring the beautiful scenery beside him:
"You haven't been to Stanford before?"
"I didn't go to any college, I only went to high school." Susan looked away and said to Tommy.
Tommy exhaled and nodded in understanding. "College is just a bigger piece of shit than high school, and the tuition is fucking expensive."
"Your tone doesn't sound like a student here." Susan looked at Tommy and said curiously, "It sounds more like some of the assholes I often meet."
"The bastards in college are scarier than the ones you met. The bastards you met still have some sense of shame, but the bastards in college have no shame at all. What's worse is that these shameless bastards will sooner or later rule this country." Tommy glanced at Susan's dark circles , and after confirming that she was not wearing smoky makeup, he asked:
"Do you have any addiction to drugs or anything like that? Let me know in advance. If you do, I don't recommend wasting your time."
"I even use alcohol and cigarettes sparingly, let alone those more expensive hobbies, so would you recommend a job?" Susan answered Tommy's question, but immediately asked back.
"That's right, but the premise is that you have to make sure you learn and can do it proficiently. That job may not make as much as you do as a receptionist, but the weekly salary should be two hundred dollars. You will have your own workstation in the company, and your colleague will ask you if you need to go to the tea room for a cup of coffee instead of notifying you that the police are coming to search. She will discuss the latest movies with you instead of discussing which clinic is cheaper to treat syphilis. You don't have to worry about receiving discount coupons because you will receive a paycheck every week, and they will also provide employee insurance." Tommy looked ahead and said with a smile:
"You can wear a decent women's suit, comb your hair neatly, put on light makeup and sit in front of the computer, instead of painting your nails scarlet, wearing cheap fishnet stockings, low-cut suspenders and hot pants lying on the bed. In general, this promotion association is trying to turn you into a white-collar clerk, you know? It's the decent women who are dressed appropriately and busy sitting in front of the computer when you pass by the insurance company or the car dealership."
"Can you do those jobs with just a high school diploma? No one told me." Susan said suspiciously.
"No one told me how to date, kiss and have sex with girls, but that didn't stop me from learning on my own." Tommy laughed and turned to look at Susan Curtis:
"So, ma'am, the important thing is to seize the free opportunity, educate yourself, and correct this fucked up fate. Anyway, it can't be worse than it is now, so why not give it a try, right?"
"Yes, you're right. Things can't get any worse than they are now, so why not give it a try?" Susan nodded in agreement. "So you only make four dollars an hour?"
"No, as the owner of this training business, I can't even make four dollars. I have been spending money and have not made any profit yet. " Tommy said to Susan, "I hope to make the first money from you."
