The inititaion ritual

So yeah, I'm still in school. More specifically, at a new school. If for some strange reason someone who doesn't know me reads this, a brief update...I went to Berea College for 3 semesters after high school, came home, transfered to UT Knoxville after being out for over a year, that place sucked for the whole 5 years I was there and now I'm at MTSU. What's wrong with me you might ask? The world, my creditors, loved ones, my dog, they've all asked the same question. Perhaps an answer could be, I'm symptomatic, but that doesn't really explain anything and probably isn't even accurate, so who knows. Ask Bess, she's the one who under her own volition actually requests my presence. Silly girl.

Anyways, this is clearly about me being a student, so lets get to some studenty things. Today was my second real day of classes (I only have Tuesday Thursday classes, way to go me) and I've gotten a feel of what I'm up to here now. First, I've discovered what it means to audit a course, which of course means you don't really DO anything, or get anything in return. Despite that I get up to be there at 8 am. Hey, if I were smart, would I still be in school? I've also come to realize that, despite the full mental capacity of my fellow students, college students are clueless. I don't think I'm all knowing, in fact, I feel rather poorly read, but I'm the only person out of usually 20 that can answer a simple question. There is of course the exception, being the 40 year old woman in my comp class that can't shut up yet is unable to formulate a concise sentence, let alone an intelligent though. Oh, and in that class, the instructor has had the pleasure of reassuring me that extreme liberal bias is alive and well in our universities.

Tonight I have been requested to attend a dorm meeting, yay! This is were I'll get to meet the boy at least 6 years my junior who not only wants to be my pal, but also has authority over my current "home". Perhaps here people will realize I'm...old. I can't tell if either people aren't aware, or if with my fogeyness is setting in and I'm unaware of their snickers as I pass.

Perhaps next time I'll write about something someone would actually care to read about. Maybe I'll even start a sister blog about things people care about, or maybe I'll jsut do like Nick suggested, and write about being bald, which by the way, it's cold outside.