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It's All Just The Same

May 28, 2003 ... 8:51 p.m.

It's All Just The Same

Mom: “Oh God. This new drug? Dipping marijuana in embalming fluid?”
Eibisch: “Yeah, Ma, that’s been around a while.”
Mom: “How do you know?”
Eibisch: “What? I meant--what will they think of next?”
Mom: “Yeah...”
Eibisch: “Uh...what is this ‘marijuana’ of which you speak?”

Moms are tricky. Watch out for ’em.

Well. School. Blech.

My Philosophy class is my early class. The teacher seems okay. We have 13 students in the class. 10 of them are BEST FRIENDS 4-EVAH--they had the matching caps and t-shirts saying so to prove it.

Okay. First, even if that’s true--why would you want to wear the same thing as 9 other people? Doesn’t that seem a little elementary-school-girl-scout-meeting-dayish? And remember all the Abercrombie clones from my Theatre class? It’s just a new batch. Except, instead of pastel turtlenecks, the favored look is spaghetti strap tanks and khaki shorts or capris.

Also, perms seem to be making a comeback. Why?

The 10 crowd was very click-ish, but there was a guy my age and a middle-aged woman. They were nice. I have no idea what their names are. I’ll get them tomorrow.

Comp II. *Sigh* More of the same. 16 people in the class, 10 women. 3 or 4 of the gals took the class with their boyfriends. It’s a computer class. 3½ hours long. At night. Last night, we had to read a letter on cyber terrorism and analyze, summarize and respond to it. It took me..oh..15 minutes. And the rest of the time I surfed the internet. w00t! My teacher is 45-ish , bald and has some really unfortunate facial hair. He talks like a Jersey girl...on quaaludes. (What? What are these “quaaludes” of which I speak?) So, instead of “Ohmigawd, when I read this I was like, Sheila! Ohmigawd! Your nails look great, but [insert hair flip] these terrorists...”--it’s more like “Oh...my...gaaaawwwwddd...whennnn...I...”.

And he’s just not that smart. Seriously. One of the boyfriends had to explain what “10 fold” meant. And I had to explain what the Manhattan Project was.

Teacher: “Does anybody know what this Manhattan Project reference means?”
Class: *silence*
Teacher: “Anybody?”
Class: *silence*
Eibisch: *deep sigh, raises hand*
Teacher: “Eibisch?”
Eibisch: “The Manhattan Project was a group of top scientists gathered to make the atomic bombs used in World War II.”
Teacher: “What now? What bombs?”
Eibisch: *incredulous* “The scientists who made the bombs that were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.”
Teacher: “Yessss...Nagassssssaki...Japan, correct?”

People! That is a word-for-word conversation. I had my mini-cassette recording. My mom didn’t believe me until I played the tape.

Anyway, famous last words. Yep. Can’t take the class. I thought I’d be upset. I’m not, though.

School used to interest me. Learning, going to school, even people watching. I don’t know what my problem is--nothing and nobody seems to interest me when it comes to Kirkwood. Everybody just seems the same. I’m not saying that is a bad thing--I’m saying it’s a boring thing. And why this is particularly bothersome this year, I do not know.

They just need to make a test so that I can test out of...college, in general.

School is just too damn easy for me. The only challenging course I have ever taken is Spanish II, and I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t have been so difficult, had there not been 5 years between it and Spanish I. But, you know, whatever. And, I’m sorry, I’m one of those people who never cracks a book outside of class, never studies, never takes notes and still gets easy “A”s. I’ve always been like that. For all my griping, Spanish II? “A-” Okay, that “-” bugs the crap out of me. But I really thought I’d tank and get a “C”.

My point is, is that I need something at school to keep me interested. And secretly surfing the internet for 2+ hours every Tuesday night is not gonna cut it. Although I did install AOL Instant Messenger on my computer at school so, you know, if you wanna be nice ...

I know! Jade Puget should enroll in all my classes. I don’t care if he learns anything--I need some eye candy, dang it!

Jade. Hi. IM me.

Currently Reading: Love In The Time Of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
(Okay. I lied. I hate this book. But I must finish it. Principle and all.)

Listening To: Mest
...do ya think you know the way I feel and do ya think ya feel the way I do...

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Have a happy day!

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