Fuck this Shit

Back to school! I always wondered as a kid why stores made such a big deal about going back to school. I'd see all their signs advertising their back-to-school sales and I would get very, very depressed.

I've aged a lot since then. I'm older, wiser, and I actually am looking out for my future. And you know what? Going back to school still sucks.

I go to a pretty high-end university in Washington DC but I get a discount and I am not nearly as wealthy as a lot of my schoolmates. For example, I don't have and iPod. Instead, I have a CD player, which is, like, so 2003. Another example is this great meeting I was lucky enough to see between two lovely young brats who saw each other for the first time since the winter vacation. One was admiring the other's obviously fashionable boots, which made me recall instantly the song 'Poses' by Rufus Wainwright where he sings about there never being such grave a matter as comparing a certain article of clothing, whether it is sunglasses or leather jackets, I can't remember.

I hitch a ride to school, so today I was there a lot earlier than my first class. So I went to the library and took a nap and checked out the book about the Velvet Underground called 'Up-Tight'. It's very reassuring to know that one's school is not as uptight, no pun intended, as one thinks. So it's cool that we have that book and similar ones on our shelves. The literature books are ace too.

I had three classes today. First: Hydraulics. Sounds fun, eh? Luckily the professor was in first-day mode, and so he gave a semi-interesting lecture of the history of hydraulics, beginning with those civilizations that were set up near rivers like Egypt, Mesopotamia, et cetera, if you still remember your ancient history. Alas, his lecture was not as interesting as his ear hair, which totally mesmerized me every time I saw the side of his head.

Second: Fortran. This is a freshman class that I have to take (I'm a junior) because I transferred from community college and had not taken a similar course before. We're off to a very bad start with that class. Very boring first lecture, binary and hexadecimal counting systems, blah, blah blah. The professor for this one has an interesting accent, Liverpudlian perhaps. Will have to ask him. I wonder if he's met the Beatles? He certainly is the right age.

Finally: Reinforced concrete structures. SNORE.

I guess it's pretty apparent by now that I am a civil engineering student. If you guessed so, you're right! Congrats! You should be glad you stayed in school. Anyway, I've two new classes to attend to-morrow. Oh, I can't wait!