But, if you get past that, it’s SICK! I get away with everything at Yale! three weeks in, and I’m still pulling the transfer card on the reg. As soon as I’m like “oh sorry i’m a transfer student”
- I’m automatically exempted from whatever annoying thing I was supposed to do
- people leave me alone because they assume i have a dark past and baggage and are paralyzed by fear that they could be the tipping point in causing me to spontaneously combust
- Freshmen don’t want to sit with me at the Davenport Freshman Dinner so I get extra rolls. Yum!
To help you understand how beneficial the transfer life really can be, I designed this infographic to illustrate just a sample of the situations I can wiggle my way out of simply by saying I’m a transfer student. There are so many things I wouldn’t be doing anyway, but now that I’m a pariah-ass transfer, I can not do them for a reason! I just look people in the eyes, wave my transfer card, and mask my true and often malignant motivations. Boola boola!