Go School!

As many of you may know, I made the mistake of not attending the first week of graduate school, which began two weeks ago. Following American tradition, I assumed classes started after orientation which was two weeks ago as well. Not the case. After a small meltdown and regroup, I realized that I hadn't missed much the first week and I aced a quiz that I had today in Neuroscience. Take that, academic calendar for 2008-2009!

Moving on, I've found that my observations of people and things in and around the classroom have followed me from Indiana University to Governors State, and will most likely stay with me for the rest of my life. I thought that seeking out an even higher education would squelch my habit of not paying attention in class and instead focusing on the people that are in my class and what they are doing. I have prepared a short list of my findings coupled with (cross your fingers!) pictures courtesy of google image.

I call this one, "Stuff That Happens That I Pay Too Much Attention To, Part One".

1. The "Smoker's Pole"

I am greeted by this little guy on my way into class everyday, and I reply with a chortle that hopefully goes unnoticed by my peers. This joke writes itself, need I say more?

2. Class full o' moms

I have nothing against "adult learners" and their love of letting the class know that they are present and have little to no comprehension of modern technology. You go girl! My question to them is, must you nod your head at everything the teacher is saying? I have to give credit to my brother, Dan, on that observation because while in class I texted him about my surroundings and he threw the head nodding response back at me. It's totally true. Maybe that's why I don't understand some of the new material in class! Because I don't nod my head! Now, instead of listening to my lecturer, I am looking at the row of moms nodding their heads in synchronicity. King of Pain, anyone?

If you need to contact me, I have locked myself in the Flossmoor library's study room and I'm not coming out until I have written my rough draft for class on Tuesday. I only get an hour in here so hopefully Johnny Library doesn't show up in the next 45 minutes trying to get in. I just noticed on the wall adjacent from me there is a sign written by a library lady that says "Please leave lights turned "on""...unecessary quotation? I think so! I will leave you with a picture of me and my dear friend, Matthew S. Hilton, in times of yore yesteryear.