37 years old, going back to school…again!

Well…here I go again, sharing my twisted view of life, love and everything else with anyone who can read or shows a remote interest.

Today…it's school *sigh* I wish I could be a normal quitter and just QUIT. But once again I am a student…this time it's the local community joint turned real live college (this must be my punishment for winning the College Dropout trophy 3 times). I was a little nervous about physically going to class everyday (I'm a nerd, online classes are my thing) but somehow this has turned out to be one of the most hilarious social experiments I have ever seen and I am a part of it, LOL!

First class, Mon, Wed, Fri. 8:30AM-9:25AM.

Second class, Tues, Thurs, 10:00AM – 12:30PM

Day 1 - What in the hell was I thinking scheduling myself for a class during my naptime? I am NOT a morning person and there was not enough espresso in that quad venti whatchamacallit to make the morning sunshine feel like the right thing to do. My first run in college, the professors and instructors took the time to explain college is NOT high school and you are in training for the REAL world. Maybe college has changed, or maybe there's a difference between community college, college, university and Ivy League university?? These kids are absolutely oblivious to everything, more specifically clothing. If all the girls walking around in those tiny shorts were as pretty or as fine as they THOUGHT they were…8:30am wouldn't seem so bad. By 9:25 I was so tired of looking at ass cheeks and cellulite that I started questioning my own sexuality (settle down boys, it was a fleeting moment at best).

Good Goddess let it freeze next week so these children will put some dam clothes on…PLEASE.

Day 2 – Tuesday/Thursday class starts at 10:00AM…apparently my common sense kicked back in when I chose that class, Woo Hoo! C++ Introduction, 10AM and my instructor's lecture didn't put me to sleep! Did I tell y'all I was a nerd?? There is one problem though, apparently I'm not the only lazy bum in Arlington so in order to get a semi-decent parking spot I have to get to the school at 9 or 9:15…and I'm only guessing at that because I haven't made it there earlier than 9:45 yet. The parking Fairy hates me; I must have ran over one of her sisters or something. Since I have to park in Egypt and walk to South Africa, I figured I'd start making the best of it...So I find a tree and park under that. At least the car won't be a smoldering 2000 degrees afterwards.

Days 3 – 5 are pretty much a wash, rinse, repeat deal. The half-naked college girls and the guys with their pants hanging to their ankles are annoying but the way I look at it, by the time those blueberry dumdums start running the country, I'll be dead.

If these kids are our future…we're doomed.