Another weekend has come and gone and my college career is that much closer to being over. Did I go out and slowly poison myself with toxins? Kind of – I went to Wal-Mart. 

However, the rest of the time was spent in my dorm room with my friends. 

That’s right, my friends and I spent all of Saturday night in a dorm room ranting about the university we attend.

I don’t know how it started, but once it started, it became very apparent there was nothing we could do to stop it. 

The snowball was gaining momentum very quickly and any who weren’t behind it were sure to be crushed.

What is so terrible about this university that a group of eight people could spend three hours venting about it? 

The first thing is tuition. <br/>The possible rise to more than 20K was mentioned and apparently not many of my friends read the paper, for they seemed fairly clueless as to what I was talking about.  They weren't happy.The possible rise to more than 20K was mentioned and apparently not many of my friends read the paper, for they seemed fairly clueless as to what I was talking about.  They weren't happy.
The possible rise to more than 20K was mentioned and apparently not many of my friends read the paper, for they seemed fairly clueless as to what I was talking about.  They weren’t happy.

Transfers were threatened (half-heartedly, to be sure) but never really considered. 

Then the economic crisis and Baker’s steps to combat it were discussed, rather heatedly.  For what it’s worth, I think it’s unfortunate our administrators are in the position where they have to make the decisions they have to make. 

I don’t agree with all the decisions, but I understand their actions have a more long-term goal in mind than I can fathom at the moment. 

I don’t agree with the decisions, but I still wouldn’t want to make them.

Then we spent a good amount of time discussing housing. 

I don’t want to list all the things that were mentioned because I’m afraid doing so would either a: get me on the Housing Hate List or b: cause people to get so worked up they would never read my columns again … all three of them. 

Do I think these words have that kind of power? Not really, but I can dream.

Then we started talking about people. 

Evidently each of my friends has a “nemesis” or a person that brings out the worst in them. 

These persons were laid out, in detail, and eviscerated verbally for the next hour. 

I got so worked up talking about my nemesis that I started flailing my arms and growling in a guttural manner. 

In retrospect, it seemed as though many of these people weren’t really bad people, but were just annoying and that their particular brand of annoying had the property to get through the shields my friends have erected. 

Now, I realize this may paint a very unflattering picture of my friends, but that was not the intent. 

The point is that everyone has something that upsets them. 

Usually these things aren't mentioned, they're simply endured.  <br/>However, when the weather is right and the timing is perfect, the dams of emotion will burstHowever, when the weather is right and the timing is perfect, the dams of emotion will burst
However, when the weather is right and the timing is perfect, the dams of emotion will burst

and the venting will begin. 

It can be an awesome thing to watch, like a tornado or an earthquake, or it can be interpreted as vanity or simple hatred. 

But everyone needs to vent, rant or whatever you want to call it. 

It’s an important release, one that needs to happen. 

If a person simply lets things build up without releasing them, explosions can happen, will happen, eventually, and who knows who might get hurt if the explosion doesn’t happen in a controlled environment.

So if you have something to complain about, write it down, tell your friends, write a column or blog about it.  It doesn’t much matter how you do it, but get it out there.