FIRST DAY OF CLASS....
room 125. west campus. barbara green, instructor. rincon building: building F. got it. boots... start walking. (sandals, rather...)
and the clock kept ticking (it was my cell phone, actually... so it didn't really tick... ) closer to 6:10. my first class. my writing class. THE writing class. i was horrified. sandals, and backpack, and a good hair day (thank you god for that one. i mean, you really came through for me there!!! thanks for the hair today, if for nothing else. thank you for the hair!) ..
the PCC campus is quite concrete. i mean, it's got a modern feel to it... but it's not very colorfull. the modern sharp edges of the large concrete buildings behind the palm trees guarding it from the vast parking lot, look quite impressive. but not intimidating. it's easy to tell that if not for the imported palms in the desert... most of it would be quite unatractive. quite desperate.
i looked up at the building. it needed me. it was nothing standing there without me in it. i had to go in.
and into room 125 i went. i sat in my little desk chair, wrapped my ipod up in itself... and took out my brand new walgreens notebook. today was a special day for me. i looked around at the class room. good mix of people. the shaved head on the british guy with the great accent. the hot mexican girl next to me with the zip up street kid pants...
the wal mart dark blue jeans and brown polo braniac behind me.... who quickly established himself as the "i wanna be the teachers favorite" guy. the countless others. the token hot guy. and then... me.
all sitting there... as barbra green began appearing without sound on the chalk board in white....
i felt it sinking in, sitting there in my little desk/chair... i hated her. before she even turned around.
her and her big mohawk hair do, and her big big butt...
but then she turned around...
and for those of you who are wondering???
i HAD A GREAT TIME IN CLASS!!! EVERYONE WAS GREAT... IT WAS A GOOD TIME!
outtie.
and the clock kept ticking (it was my cell phone, actually... so it didn't really tick... ) closer to 6:10. my first class. my writing class. THE writing class. i was horrified. sandals, and backpack, and a good hair day (thank you god for that one. i mean, you really came through for me there!!! thanks for the hair today, if for nothing else. thank you for the hair!) ..
the PCC campus is quite concrete. i mean, it's got a modern feel to it... but it's not very colorfull. the modern sharp edges of the large concrete buildings behind the palm trees guarding it from the vast parking lot, look quite impressive. but not intimidating. it's easy to tell that if not for the imported palms in the desert... most of it would be quite unatractive. quite desperate.
i looked up at the building. it needed me. it was nothing standing there without me in it. i had to go in.
and into room 125 i went. i sat in my little desk chair, wrapped my ipod up in itself... and took out my brand new walgreens notebook. today was a special day for me. i looked around at the class room. good mix of people. the shaved head on the british guy with the great accent. the hot mexican girl next to me with the zip up street kid pants...
the wal mart dark blue jeans and brown polo braniac behind me.... who quickly established himself as the "i wanna be the teachers favorite" guy. the countless others. the token hot guy. and then... me.
all sitting there... as barbra green began appearing without sound on the chalk board in white....
i felt it sinking in, sitting there in my little desk/chair... i hated her. before she even turned around.
her and her big mohawk hair do, and her big big butt...
but then she turned around...
and for those of you who are wondering???
i HAD A GREAT TIME IN CLASS!!! EVERYONE WAS GREAT... IT WAS A GOOD TIME!
outtie.
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