Burning My Travels Clean

Woahhh, so it's been awhile since I've posted anything, sorry about that.  Actually, I'm not a fan of handing out all encompassing apologies, so really I'm only sorry if you care enough to be upset or offended by the infrequency of my blog posts, and if you're not upset or offended, start caring more about my blog you dick.  I'm trying to think of something to blame my absence on but nothing really comes to mind, so I suppose I'll do what seems to be the responsible thing and put the blame on Akon.  He said to put the blame on him I'm pretty sure.  Anyways, since my last post, quite a few unusual things have happened, but I suppose the most unusual of all of these things was my first week of community college :)

During the normal school year, for the fall and spring terms, I go to a small, non-denominational, liberal arts, private college.  This as you might imagine, appeals to a somewhat specific type of crowd, and I may not have known or realized it before, but the demographic at my college is shockingly homologous, well, at least comparatively so.  This of course is nascent only in recent retrospect from my first few class periods at the CC I'm attending where the demographic is diverse to the point where majorities become nonexistent, everyone seemingly becomes a minority in and of themselves, and the correlation coefficient approaches zero (ps. stats=fake math).  But to be completely honest with you, it's fucking awesome.  Who doesn't want to go to a class where kids bring their kids?  I mean, I love it when the girl sitting next to me breast feeds her wailing baby while I'm trying to define a limit.  It really just gets the gray matter flowing.  Alright, that actually didn't happen, she wasn't breast feeding, but her kid was their . . . on a leash.  This though is true: there is a guy in my class who wears a camo hat, pants, jacket, and boots at the same time.  I just want to look him straight in the face and tell him "I can still see you, rambo," but with me being brown and him probably being a racist, I decided to keep my mouth shut and avoid having to put out a burning cross in my front lawn.  Also, this same guy has a mustache that would make Rollie Fingers do fucking cartwheel. 

Other notables: guy that thinks it's socially acceptable to fart in class, Asian kid who's name is Du Way but prefers to be called Xavier, kid that plays Pokemon on his gameboy (oh shit that's me!), and of course the huge fat guy who wears those gigantic goth pants with all the chains and shit on them and facepaint.  In a cast full of characters however, the show is stolen by the professor herself.  I would bet my entire net worth ($395.77) plus my secret savings buried in the park by my old house ($1.89) on her having more conversations with cats than actual human beings.  She is just so . . . ? I think someone needs to invent a new adjective to describe this women.  

It's not all weirdos though.  Actually a lot of people are in a similar situation to my own, just wanting to transfer credits and take some cheap classes during the summer to lighten their course loads in the spring and fall.  Further, I've discovered that in deliberating on a persons weirdness, you can really only compare them to yourself, and who's to say that I'm normal?  Somehow I don't think I am.  Really though, I do love what community college does offer; a chance for everyone to get an education by not pricing people out with outrageous tuition costs and not disqualifying them through rigorous entrance requirements.  It really is very altruistic.  A summer term though I must say, may be all I can handle.