schooling

It's working. I'm doing it. I'm learning. I think.
If nothing else, I'm really enjoying not going to an office every day. I'm still working, but i'm now my own boss. Which means i have ordered myself to ride my bike, drink coffee and people watch in the short north. What a slave driver!

I'm taking four classes. All of which are labor/research intensive. I guess i'm ok with that. I must admit, i'm learning a lot more from staring at the internet than i am from any of the lectures of i have attended. The major problem with all of my professors is that they color all of their teaching with the theme of the last 500 page academic journal they wrote. So i'm learning plenty about the interests of these women but almost nothing about the topic of the course.

I'd like to think that i'd be a little more objective.

The students are the same way. They can answer absolutely no question from an autonomous or objective perspective. EVERYTHING begins with something like this, "i mean... i don't know exactly what you're talking about, but i know this one time when my neighbors dog...."
ARGH.

And, as expected, i feel old as dirt. I am the only student sans topknot, deep tan, tights, uggs, and north face jacket. I have no stories about how wild the brewery district was last night and i have no desire to chill on "oval beach" with you.

Despite 5 quizzes, one test, a presentation and a 5 page paper within the first two weeks of school, i am basking in the glory of nuzzling up to ye old lap top, chugging a gallon of coffee and not wearing a monkey suit.

love.