Everyone is quick to judge Tracy Jordan's maturity and intelligence. To quote him directly, "I'm not on crack, I'm straight-up mentally ill!" But what we don't realize is, we, as college students, are no different. We all have a little Tracy Jordan inside of each of us. Metaphorically speaking, hopefully.
When your professor says "hello" to you in the hallway, and you really need an "A," but you have no social skills...
"There will be no curve or study guide for the final exam..."
When the Freshman 15 turns into the Sophomore 30 and the Junior 45...
Trying to make the minimum word count on your History Thesis...
Giving freshmen honest advice...
Pretending to be surprised when your roommate's high school relationship ends...
"The voluntary lecture is at 8 a.m., no extra credit, but there will be free food"...
"Hi, honey. Your father and I just received your credit card bill, and it seems that you've spent all of our life savings at Target and Dunkin' Donuts."
"What are your post-graduation plans?"
Presenting in front of the class...
When you don't understand the sock-on-the-door method...
When your friend posts a group picture and you look like an angry naked mole rat...
"If you could tell your 5-year-old self one thing, what would it be?"
When you didn't realize your professor had called on you...
Having to get creative when cramming for your US History final...
After every 8 a.m. lecture...
What you expect to happen every time you get in an Uber...
Having this conversation in the mirror every morning...
Thanks, Tracy, for making us feel like we're not alone. You are an inspiration to us all. God bless.