The Evil Psych Building

There it is. The Psychology building. It kind of looks like a jail doesn't it? With its ominous rows of perfectly square windows. It's evil. Swear to God. It's where hopes and dreams go to die. I entered school as a psych major; ready to pick apart the mind, and help troubled adolescents, such hopes. And you think you're going to take these classes that inundate you with the collective knowledge and wisdom of our "world-renowned" psych program. But then you get to class, and you have Pedro, a PhD candidate from Ecuador that can't speak English trying to explain Maslow. Wait a minute, didn't I learn Maslow like . . . eight years ago? Oh, that's right. I did, when it was free. Now it costs $20,000 a year.