It only took you three months to find out a degree doesn't mean shit?

You really have to admire someone like Trina Thompson, 27, of New York City. Trina, along with the rest of us, went off to college with the dire hopes of becoming an architect, nurse, or something where she just has to show up at an office and facebook creep for eight hours.

So our beloved heroine Trina sets off from college, equipped with a fancifully-printed piece of paper claiming that the last four years of her life were actually worth a damn. Aside from her newly-acquired skills of making pot brownies, excellent proportioning of water and powdery cheese in Easy Mac and beer shotgunning with one hand still clutching a Marlboro Menthol Light, Trina thinks she's got what it takes to get a job during a depression. We all did, right?

But here's the kicker; she quit after three months, and now she wants to sue her college for not getting her a job.

As Thompson sees it, any reasonable employer would pounce on an applicant with her academic credentials, which include a 2.7 grade-point average and a solid attendance record. But Monroe's career-services department has put forth insufficient effort to help her secure employment, she claims.

"They're supposed to say, 'I got this student, her attendance is good, her GPA is all right -- can you interview this person?' They're not doing that," she said.

Aside from the obvious quip one can make regarding the guarantee a 2.7 GPA gets you, the idea that a college is going to bend over backwards after you blindly chucked tens of thousands of dollars at them is pretty bullshit. Furthermore, she quit after three months. I don't think any of the authors of this blog had even sobered up three months out of college.