EDUCATIONAL COMICS & WEIRD TALES! The excited young student enters the office beaming with dreams of a fantastic future. His grades were excellent and his prospects rather promising so he has absolutely no difficulty acquiring the loan. A middle aged banker dressed in a black pin strip suit wearing red glasses leads him to the teller booth to finalize the deal. Sign here and her and here and her and her and..here and here. The pleasant voice hands the papers through a glass window. Without a second thought the ink stains the documents and an overwhelming amount of money flows from account to account. Sure there are some small risks and the interest, but the incentive and adventure are just up ahead.
School is a whirlwind of excitement and each day feels just as long and tiring as it swift and exhilarating. Late nights studying and early morning commutes, long lectures and short presentations. Refining one's interest and choosing the best classes, moment by moment honing our skills prepariong for a new world destiny. In between the beer and bongs the youthful energy permeate dreams of success, growth, change and happiness. Before we even realize years have past and we have become aspiring experts challenging ideas and bringing new life and new knowledge. Days in the lab and days in the library and always learning new things and meeting new people. After class cigarettes and weekend parties feel all the more rewarding after all the work.
Suddenly we are standing on a podium wearing some esoteric gown waving at our proud parents, ready to take on the world...
It is only a short time after that the middle aged banker appears. He is still wearing the pinstripe and red glasses only his demeanour has changed. He seems taller, bigger, his face peeled with acne and the look in his eyes is ravenous if not filled with hatred. In some terrifying manner our young graduate feels as though he is looking at his future wrinkled spiteful self. The banker presents the set of papers that were autographed only a short while ago and leads the student to a teller booth mot too dissimilar from the one from before. There are a number of job opportunities awaiting behind the glass, though none of them live up to the expectations the diploma built up. “You should have studied finance, pharmaceuticals or law” growls the banker as he locks you indefinitely inside a tiny prison forcing you to fuel the machine...