I started my history class today. It should be… interesting. The professor seemed to relish telling the class that we probably didn’t possess the writing skills necessary for college, but assured us that he would meet us in the middle. Not to be totally and completely egotistical, but I think I will enjoy blowing that little misconception out of the water. (I mean, not to brag, but my 11th grade term paper on prostitution in the old west was good enough that my honors history teacher urged me to get it published. Ok, I never did it, but still. He was tough.)

I decided to drop the lit class I was registered for because it was not something I necessarily need for my degree, rather it just fit into my time schedule. And it was also a subject I’m not that into. I’m working on getting into an advanced composition class online instead. But if I can’t, I’ll just stick with the one class and work on getting back into school full time next semester.

So, this morning after class I found myself standing in line at the campus bookstore for 45 minutes. The line never moved, not even once. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure I ever saw anyone emerge from the store after they went in. They were most likely turned into zombies. Fearing for my soul, I decided to go with my trusty friend Amazon and just spring for overnight shipping. $87.00 later I’m glad I did. The book at the store was $100+.

Now, I understand textbooks can be wonderful founts of knowledge. But they can also be pieces of crap. I’ve taken classes where the instructor required students to buy a book they published along with a regular textbook. Is it just me or is there something kinda sad about forcing a captive audience to buy your masters thesis? I clearly remember one instructor forcing us to basically write a book review as one of our assignments. It just left a bad taste in my mouth. (No, I didn’t write a scathingly bitchy review. I have a 3.86 GPA to think about folks!)

Back to school for me. Back to trying not to fall asleep in class and memorizing useless facts. Back to MLA formatting. Back to battling for a parking spot. Back to being a cog in the wheel. Only this time? I’m going to get an actual degree out of it. Imagine that.