identity fraud

i went to ferris state university for printing. i took graphic arts classes in high school so it was the most logical thing for me to study. plus, i liked it. at the time. little did i know. it was mostly lab classes. but we were required to take basic math, english and a few business classes. even made the dean's list one quarter. no big deal. until i decided to get my bachelor's degree. at central michigan university. and i am not very fond of that place to this day. for a variety of reasons. and don't ask why i didn't continue on and get my bachelor's from ferris. behind (yes. that's what i call it. because what was once in front of you is now behind you) sight is twenty/twenty. anyway, central has these things called university program classes. it's like the first two years you are there you have to take all these bullshit classes before you get into the classes for your major. because they don't offer associates degrees, unlike ferris, is what i am thinking. so, i basically went there to take these kind of classes. because all of the printing classes transferred. it was there that i took statistics. not once. not twice. but three effing times. the first test of my third try i got an a. duh. i had already had that information three freaking times. by then something should have stuck. anyway, as i made my way through my third attempt at taking the class i begged my instructor to give me a d-. so i could move on with my life. i got a d+. that is how bad the curve was. and how everybody else sucked at it too. and then there was my philosophy class. okay class, here is your textbook. now, you are going to read some scenarios and then tell me what you think. and then when i grade your papers and tests i am going to tell you that you're wrong. who in the hell thinks up this stuff anyway. and that we have to pay for that crap. growing up i remember watching CHiPs, the gong show and 60 minutes. yes, folks, that's right. 60 fricking minutes. every sunday at seven pm. right next to my dad. who, laying on his left side on the couch propped up on his left elbow, legs extended with his right leg draped over his left towards the floor drinking one 16 ounce bottle of coke and eating a hunk of colby cheese (oh, yes. the roll kind wrapped in wax), a hunk of ring bologna and a package of krispy crackers. this concoction was not just for 60 minutes however. that was pretty much every night. anyway, back to the philosophy class. in the first few days the instructor kept talking about morley safer and as i was drifting in and out of consciousness i could not figure out why in the hell he kept bringing up the guy from 60 minutes. well, from what i can remember there were something like three ways you could look at a scenario. one being the morally safer way. not morley safer. the 60 minutes guy way. i think i ended up with a d+ in that class too.