I'm talking Yale graduate school. This is an entirely different from undergrad.
Just imagine having to past a test in French or German, Latin or Greek, plus one other foreign or ancient language of your choice in the first week.
Or in a single one-semester course, having to read all the novels of Jane Austen and Dickens, plus several biographies and critical tomes on on each one, and producing a ten-page paper every week to prove you're doing it. That's only one of the four courses you're taking.
Believe me, what the undergraduates do is piffle, but the grad school is quite tough.
Granted. But if you can't or don't want to do it, don't sign up, and don't whine when you do.
Just imagine - landing your jet on the pitching deck of an aircraft carrier your first week in the squadron. F*ck it up and you and others die.
Just imagine, in your first six months in the squadron, having your every waking hour consumed by caring for an HIV-positive miscreant who you'd rather just shoot. This is a good argument for suicide.
Just imagine proofreading and correcting the evaluations of 250+ personnel, all written by high-school graduates and proofed by college 'graduates' who don't know how to write a correct sentence, never mind construct a paragraph. See comment above.
I get your drift, but there IS life outside of academia, FRiend.