Sillyman
Clearence INFRARED
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- Sep 11, 2001
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Ahh, summertime. Time for freedom from one's academic responsibilities. Unless of course you're me. Tonight I went back to class. Of course since my poor little Taurus was crunched when I let my best friend borrow it, I'm now going in my sister's extremly begrunged Corsica, with her driving. So I have to get there at 4 pm when my class doesn't start until 5:30, leaving me with a good hour to kill. Then when my accounting class ifinally starts, I get a brief summary of the syllabus and get shooed off to go wait for and hour and a half for my next class. Getting out early is cool. Getting out early and being stuck at the college sucks. So after waiting forever, my Economics class starts. My teacher is Mr. Alexander, and the man can talk. He goes on and on, and it's not even like an class. It's like I'm stuck in one of those poignant dramas about life in South. We sit and listen to the guy ramble about his whole philosophy about life. He manages to say hell, damn, and shit during the lecture. I'm going to like this man.
Calhoun Community College. An education money can buy.
Calhoun Community College. An education money can buy.