My First Day of School.

I feel bummed out.

Today was my first day of class at CCM.

I scouted books. Wrote down titles, authors, version numbers. I must say, I’ve been mislead. Buying books online won’t save me a dime. I don’t see the point.

I ran into Mr. Brady outside of the bookstore. He was my programming teacher in High School. He said he was working there was a part-time job because he has a baby. …*smiles* I happened to meet his wife. She joked that it would five years or so. I chuckled on the inside.

I mentioned how I expected to be done with college already. She said it took her six years to finish college. Three years somewhere, and three years at Rutgers. I stated what I keep repeating in my head. Finish a programming degree in three semesters, turn out and probably do something completely different.

Teach was a little late. Only a little. I was trying to remember the old rules about when you could leave. Was it fifteen minutes for a TA and thirty minutes for someone with an actual PhD? Or was it like.. twenty and forty? Because if somebody has a PhD, you have to give them a little more respect. Or was there three tiers, TAs, teachers without PhDs, and bonefied Professors?

Can’t remember.

I wasn’t the only person who remembered a bit of spanish. Since I never buy my books before the first day of class, I paired up with a girl who actually knew more than me. Handy.

I parked in the first parking area there is, and walked a decent distance. Over the course of the semester, parking far away will save gas. That, and I could use the exercise. If Dan wants to hang out this weekend, I may just bike to Flanders. Freaking ridiculous. I wish we weren’t so damn dependent on horseless carriages.

I don’t want to get a job. This all seems so pointless. How can I be so uninspired already? It’s too early for this. Maybe I can chalk it up to a mood swing. Don’t know. At least I’ve been waking up decently. I think I’d be horrible if every day was uphill, as opposed to downhill. Strange as that phrasing is. I’m not feeling good about myself. At least I can recognize it.

The pattern in the past has been to be suddenly inspirational in ways which aren’t related to school at all, during critical times. Maybe history will repeat itself.