School

So I'm at school today, thinking about what a friend of mine said to me about being nervous with my new classmates. "They're more afraid of you than you are of them". But then I got to thinking... what if that was bears? So I went down to the library amd asked for a book that compared the psychological traits of freshman publishing students and the genus ursine. The librarian looked at me like I was growing antennae, then told me they didn't have any books like that.

"What!? You call this a reference centre, you shushing harpy? Have you no shame? I could easily obtain more information from a cereal carton, and
their decorations are more pleasing that the noxious disfigurement you call a face, you worthless worthless book whore!" I said in what I felt was a calm and sensible voice, under the circumstances.

Well, at that point the security guy jumped me, and I woke up about three hours later in a drainage ditch 5 blocks from the college. I got back just in time for my afternoon class, Eating Honey and Hibernating 101. Whole class full of bears, so the whole thing was moot. And the bears did seem a little skittish around me. Oh bother.

But seriously folks, college is really good. If by good, you mean that it's the most dreadful experience I've ever subjected myself to, not counting
that whole incident in the Danish bathhouse. The classes that aren't related to my actual program are just fine, if a little on the easy side. The actual e-pub courses I'm taking are hideously boring with all kinds of group assignments, and all these things where the actually "grade" our performance"... I mean, what the hell is up with that? No one told me to expect these adults who talk about stuff then scrutinize my ability to retain it. It's like school or something.