1/14/08

So first day back was decent.  My math teacher is a little old man who hobbles on a cane.  He’s really sweet, but I think I’ll do my best not to have to go to him.  He looks like if you blew on him, he’ld float away.  Mom asked if he was the man who invented math.  I think he’s pretty close up there.

Writing, yeah, not so much.  We were in a room the size of a bedroom with like 20 computers blowing hot air and a projector too.  And no fucking windows.  Its a hot coffin.  I hate being in that room.  And that woman is going to be a bitch.  I think we’ll get along.  She was wonderfully sarcastic, but managed to make reading a 4-page syllabus take an hour and a half.  I don’t know if I can stand her being that long winded.

I went and found my A&P prof.  He took care of the schedule for me.  I had left school for lunch, he called and said he couldn’t wait till the evening to let me know it was fixed.  I am extra extra happy.  I can’t see putting all the work I did last semester into a half-ass class.

Brandy thinks we have an inappropriate relationship.  She said no teacher should cuss with a student.  Yeah, he tells me things that are down right raunchy, but I give back as much as I get from him.  When he starts shit, I let him know his eyes are brown for a reason.  I love that I can have an opinion and speak it without fear that I can’t just because I am the lowly student and he is almighty teacher.  I didn’t go to college to be treated like a 12-year old. 

Brandy also believes I have a crush on him.  I really don’t think so.  I am in no way physically attracted to him.  As a matter of a fact, ewww. He is short, scrawny, and all the hair ran off his head to his back and neck.  Blech.  I enjoy the real conversations I have with him.  When I marry again, if I marry again, I want someone who is closer to my intelligence level.  Joseph never could, he didn’t want to even try.  When he dropped out, he was perfectly content to give up learning.  That’s not me.  I like to feel smart every now and then.

Oh lord, I think I may have revealed more of myself there than I wanted to.  Guess I better get out of here before I spill any real secrets.

Talk at y’all later.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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