Back To School
So I'm going back to school for the first time in whole lotta years and, for the first time in a long, long, long ass time, I've found the internet to be useful for something other than porn or stealing music. The last time I went to school, people weren't really doing the internet just yet. It was around, but only the seriously geeky were online. Not so, anymore.
I applied for school in about ten minutes and I registered and paid for classes in less than that. I should have bought my book online but I like going to bookstores so I didn't. So, I bought the one book I'll need this semester and it only cost 85 bucks. I waited till I got outside to shit myself. Later that night, while not working at work, it occurred to me that I could probably find the same damn book at amazon.com for a lot less than I paid at the school bookstore. So I went to Amazon and did a search and there it was for 43 bucks. Fuck the school bookstore.
As for school itself, I was initially a bit worried about going back at the tender age of 37. Every year 20 year olds look more and more like aliens to me and I'm about to be spending a LOT of fucking time with them. The last time I did this I was sitting in this history class (it was supposed to be covering pre-civ up to the Treaty of Lord Ballywhig's Ass or whatever...so of course we were talking about the fucking 60's) and the teacher was talking about Kennedy and Camelot and how relevant it all was and how it made the baby jesus smile (not that I'm sick of the 60's or anything...) and The Bay of Pigs and blah blah blah, and this one student, who I'll refer to as Deer-In-The-Headlights-Boy, said, "Is that what people are talking about when they say, 'The Great Cold War?'"
...
And something in me just stopped. How does anyone not know what the cold war was? How does anyone not know there's no "Great" in between "the" and "cold?" I'm not *that* fucking old. I'm not I'm not I'm not.
But anyway, that was then and this is now. And now happens to be an evening class, which means fewer children (tho still plenty young - I'm the oldest guy in class by a decade). And actually, they weren't too horrible. And neither was anyone I dealt with on the first day. I mean, sure, their pants were all five sizes too big, but there wasn't an asshole in sight. I was shocked. We'll see how long that lasts.
Anyway, all things considered, going back to school wasn't that sucky. Unless you count the parking. But then, convenient parking and college never did really go together did they? Well, fuck it, I can use the exercise.
I applied for school in about ten minutes and I registered and paid for classes in less than that. I should have bought my book online but I like going to bookstores so I didn't. So, I bought the one book I'll need this semester and it only cost 85 bucks. I waited till I got outside to shit myself. Later that night, while not working at work, it occurred to me that I could probably find the same damn book at amazon.com for a lot less than I paid at the school bookstore. So I went to Amazon and did a search and there it was for 43 bucks. Fuck the school bookstore.
As for school itself, I was initially a bit worried about going back at the tender age of 37. Every year 20 year olds look more and more like aliens to me and I'm about to be spending a LOT of fucking time with them. The last time I did this I was sitting in this history class (it was supposed to be covering pre-civ up to the Treaty of Lord Ballywhig's Ass or whatever...so of course we were talking about the fucking 60's) and the teacher was talking about Kennedy and Camelot and how relevant it all was and how it made the baby jesus smile (not that I'm sick of the 60's or anything...) and The Bay of Pigs and blah blah blah, and this one student, who I'll refer to as Deer-In-The-Headlights-Boy, said, "Is that what people are talking about when they say, 'The Great Cold War?'"
...
And something in me just stopped. How does anyone not know what the cold war was? How does anyone not know there's no "Great" in between "the" and "cold?" I'm not *that* fucking old. I'm not I'm not I'm not.
But anyway, that was then and this is now. And now happens to be an evening class, which means fewer children (tho still plenty young - I'm the oldest guy in class by a decade). And actually, they weren't too horrible. And neither was anyone I dealt with on the first day. I mean, sure, their pants were all five sizes too big, but there wasn't an asshole in sight. I was shocked. We'll see how long that lasts.
Anyway, all things considered, going back to school wasn't that sucky. Unless you count the parking. But then, convenient parking and college never did really go together did they? Well, fuck it, I can use the exercise.
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