So far, this semester seems pretty okay. My classes are plentiful, but fun. And I have a crush on one of my professors. He has a cute Russian accent, and he's very nice, but he's too old for me. Oh... And he's married. But, nonetheless, I fancy him.
This is one of the reasons why the college setting is so strange to me. It's an unfamiliar learning environment. For about 15 years, I was exposed to a mutual hatred between teacher and pupil. They lecture, we listen, but that's as far as it goes. We do not make eye contact outside of the classroom. And so, it's kind of weird when your philosophy professor sits by you at the campus coffee shop to discuss Cartesian dualism. You pause and wonder, "You mean you enjoy teaching?" And more importantly, "You don't loathe me?" To me, this paradox is more complex than any material we will cover in his philosophy course.
And then I think back to high school. Looking from corner to corner of my AP English classroom, searching for a face I don't despise seeing as much as my teacher's; trying to ignore her clunky amish shoes, white stockings, and capri pants... Ignoring the mental image of George Washington that comes to mind when she puts one leg up on a chair...
They say high school prepares you for the real world. But I've come to see how untrue that is. Much of high school passes through my memory in a rapid blur, resembling a bad Van Halen video. The real world is really much nicer. And it smells better.
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You're fuckin hilarious Nar...and it's true, that whole Washington thing. Could never help laughing at the obscene comments and gestures presented to our "virgin minds and ears" every day. Have fun int he SUN, don't get burned.
OK Van Halen had NO bad videos. I mean cmon...HOT FOR TEACHER! And you think the real world smells better? Try riding the NY subway during the morning commute. PEEEEE YEWWWWW!
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