College: A Love Story

Hey, guys. It's been a few days since I wrote about my first day at Foothill College, so I thought I'd get an update set up. Got nothing else to do, so here goes!

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Pretend this is taking place in front of Dartmouth or something.

When we last met, I had just reached home after scaling a two-mile hill while clad in pseudo-Goth shit. It wasn't too fun. Unfortunately, I had to do it the next day too. What made it worse is that literally 5 minutes before I had to leave for campus (Class starts at noon on Tuesdays, so that's a bonus; I'm never one to pass up the chance to lounge), I stub my toe. Really, really, fucking hard. And I end up breaking it.

What the fishsticks am I supposed to do now? I have decent shoes now, so the age of Uggs hath ended, but I have no means of transport, since I don't have a car.

Apparently, the answer is downing four ibuprofen, putting 6 pairs of socks on my injured foot, and hobbling downhill like I have Nerf legs. I looked like I was reenacting the Ministry of Silly Walks skit from Monty Python.

I finally make it to class, two minutes before it starts. Today's first (and only) class is Statistics. Now, I'm not a math person, but for some reason, I was able to remain oddly interested and engaged. Well, that might be because of the professor, who was either REALLY GODDAMN EXUBERANT, or the loudest person on the planet. Also, her face looked like it was one big melanoma.

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I hitch a ride home with Carter (my friend from the first blog), and I sleep the rest of the day to get my mind off the pain. I wake up 14 hours and several ice packs later, so that I can get a ride to school in time for class. Time for another round of History. I'm not too excited, because it means I gotta deal with Queen Cunt again. Or so I thought... (not so subtle foreshadowing)

After a few more demeaning YouTube music videos about ancient events (I'm not linking them this time; this is for your own good), I begin to construct my FACE OF RAPT ATTENTION!

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Usually, it works like a charm, but since Granny Egypt here decides to derail the RL thread and argue with two Swedes in the back of the room about whether the 49'ers were better than the Seahawks (wtf?), I quickly get bored with this little charade. I then start to focus on the raging debate going on between student and teacher. I don't know shit about sports, but it was hilarious to watch my professor struggle in vain against the valiant Swedish bastion of logic. I don't know who these two guys were, but they were just amazingly quick thinkers. Eventually, the argument subsides, with Swedes A and B emerging as the victors. The rest of the class is spent studying the Fertile Crescent, with the professor trying to make jabs at Sweden at every possible time. I think she was just ornery because she had to shell out 25 cents to the winning team; something about the Niners not winning a game or something. I dunno, sports aren't my forte.

At last, the clock strikes 10, and class is adjourned. I shakily rise and begin to leave, but a hand on my shoulder stops me. It's the teacher, who asks me why I was texting in class. I'm a bit discombobbed at this, since I don't ever text, but I realize she's talking about my blood-glucose meter that I used during the debate. When I explain to her that I have type 1 diabetes (I'll probably talk about this more in a future blog), she immediately drops the sternness that until now had comprised her image, lowering her voice with it. She tells me that she knows a lot of students who have diabetes, and that she herself has a relative with the condition. Apparently, she's partial to diabetics, so she apologizes for her bluntness and sends me on my way.

Maybe she's not so bad after all. I feel kinda guilty for calling her Queen Cunt before. =(

Next up is English. Again, Carter is there, along with another student I had befriended the day before. I'll call this fellow Arky. Our assignment is to discuss something about some essays and write something about something else. I don't really remember, because I'm too busy defending my position to Carter and Arky about how Britney Spears would thrash Christina Aguilera in a bar fight. Don't ask how that topic came up. Also, I think Carter mentioned ebola virus somewhere, but I can't for the life of me remember the context. I'm sure it was relevant to my pop star brawl discussion somehow.

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FUCK, now I gotta climb back home... T_T

And that concludes part 2 of my college adventures. Hope you guys enjoyed it; more is to come later on.

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EDIT: I just went to the kitchen, and HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS we have a new toaster! It's orange and ugly and fuck!

Last edit: 2010-09-24 12:26:35

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Zergneedsfood United States. September 24 2010 11:42. Posts 5352

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By the time I was done.....I felt minutely disappointed at the fact that there wasn't a love story.

But regardless, fun to read.

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kineSiS- Korea (South). September 24 2010 12:17. Posts 1068

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Yeah... I expected a love story bro.

SpiritoftheTunA United States. September 24 2010 12:23. Posts 5840

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I like how you mention Dartmouth and Foothill College, cuz I go to Dartmouth and my house is in Los Altos :D

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thedeadhaji September 24 2010 12:45. Posts 23316

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lol idk why but your blogs are highly entertaining. Maybe because I can picture everything going on, knowing the setting and all

Sucks about your foot though

oh right, I forgot Tuna goes to Fartmouth!

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CosmicAC United States. September 24 2010 13:04. Posts 228

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Nice read... you're a pretty entertaining writer too. I usually don't read many "real blogs" because i find them boring... but somehow you make these everyday events interesting

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Grobyc Canada. September 24 2010 13:29. Posts 16979

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Aww I was expecting the love story too. It was enjoying the read until it came to the end lol. Longer + more love story next time please!

Surprise, motherfucker!

Sworn Canada. September 24 2010 13:32. Posts 834

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I was expecting some sex or something none the less good blog

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Domonic United States. September 24 2010 13:32. Posts 135

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And here I was thinking that you developed and intimate relationship with your teacher...