So, I woke up in preparation for an interview but as soon as I was about to step out the door this morning, Mrs. Thompson one of my bosses in the Financial Aid Office told me that since I am returning to the job, I wouldn't have to interview. This was exciting to hear but I was already dressed, therefore going back to bed was no longer an option. After a couple of rounds on Mortal Kombat and some banking and email checking, I called Jeremiah - since he was off today - and asked him to meet me at Burger King before my 1PM class.
Jeremiah and I caught up being as that we really didn't have time to hang out over the break which is understandable. Ashley was home and I was spending time with my family. I did encourage him to submit to the Sequoya Review which he did.
1PM, I had Andrew Najberg's Engl 270 class in Hunter. I think that I am really going to like this class because the students are younger and they are very naive as far as writing goes. It's exciting to watch them react in such fascination and with such enthusiasm and it reminds me of my first writing class which is why I am taking the course. A sort of back to basics, a time where egos didn't exist, a time where the desire to write was so powerful. So many of us in the UTC Writing Department call ourselves writers and we sit back and talk about writing but very few us actually do write on a daily basis. I am trying to cultivate this daily dedication to writing. You can't call yourself a writer if you're not writing. Another thing I find amusing in this class is that one of the girls raises her hand each time to answer. The first time she did it, it really freaked me out because I hadn't seen anyone do that in so long. She's also so eager and so passionate and most of my friends and myself are so jaded by getting published that I have forgotten what it's like to be like that.
430PM, I drove to campus for my Spanish 214 class with Regina Ragon. As I am walking to the library, I catch a glimpse of Mark down the street. I had my iPod on and I didn't want to be bothered so I pretended I didn't see him and I started up the stairs to the library, taking two and three steps at a time. Would you believe he actually caught up with me and followed me inside. I swear the guy has me low-jacked or something. I really feel bad for the guy sometimes. He's very opinionated and often times he's very ignorant in the things he says but he's one of those WASP-y conservative types that have a hard time realizing that not everyone in this country is white, well-off, Christian, and Republican. One day he even referred to me and my friend Grace (who is half-Mexican) as you people. Yeah, why am I still friends with this guy. I guess a part of me is hoping that I can aspire him to abandon his myopic views.
5PM, I head to class and I save a seat for Grace because I do not want to have to deal with Mark and his 'I am so smart I must answer all the questions louder than everyone else and then add commentary to support it'. This of course happened today. Suddenly he was an expert on the Panama Canal and while he was going on and on and on and on about it, people on the other side of the classroom were snickering and making fun of him. Do I feel bad for him - no. The guy has no self-awareness. I guess he's just compensating for the fact that he is 29 still in undergrad. He always feels the need to explain things to me when I know the answers. My GPA is higher than his so I don't know why he thinks I'm some simpleton compared to him. It's very annoying.
7PM, it's dinnertime so I must end this entry.
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