I was a History Major with Business Management Minor. I took every history course that my University offered, the last being History and Culture of Islam and the Middle East.

I never brought up my service in the Marines. I kept my mouth shut, showed up to my classes, and did my work.

The amount of bullshit spewed in that class finally made me break my silence. I, of course, had a different view of Islam and the Middle East than these kids. It was met with backlash and ridicule. Fuckin' kids. Whatever, I would smile and laugh.

In many of my lecture classes, I had to stand up and chew ass because some dumb sluts behind me wouldn't shut the fuck about how drunk they got the night before. I went to my professors and told them "It isn't my job to control the class, it's yours, step up."

Over all, I kept to myself, and hung around with two recently separated Army vets. The only Marine I could find on campus was a fat Rent-A-Cop who always told me to put my cigarettes out because smoking is banned on campus. STFU, you fatbody buddy fucker.