So Many Baggy Pants...

Last year I took a film class that was on campus of a community college and it was great. Not because of what I learned, but because of how incredibly awesome community college is.

After the first class, I hear someone say my name in the hallway. I did not see anyone I knew so I was about to walk away when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was a young male, who I had never seen before. He claimed we went to high school together, and he knew my sisters names, so it must have been true. He sat behind me in the auditorium the next few weeks, said stupid wrong things, and stopped showing up around halfway through the semester(well past refund time). He represented about 30% of all the students.

The best part of being on campus, BY FAR was another man, who looked somewhat like Ice Cream Eater, however was not nearly as intelligent. He was large, hairy, sat in the front row, and talked entirely too much about inappropriate things. He constantly made reference to his dad, and the movies they would watch. He thought that Final Destination 2 was awesome. He would spout out wrong answers, speak out of turn and on more than one occasion, had to be told by the professor to let others have a chance to speak without being interrupted. I began constantly writing down the delicious gems he would burst out with, and should have recorded class with a hidden mic under his desk. He would draw a lot, and I saw one of his pictures once. It was a converted pirate ship that could fly. Best drawing ever, I wish I had a photo of it. I'm going to try and dig up the notebook that I used and find the section dedicated to him.

I need only this final online course to complete my degree, and today I had to go to campus to get an access code for it. Generally, I feel pretty shitty about myself for not having finished school but today, being lost amongst the masses of underachieving, baggy pants, backward hat, butt smoking dudes, and gaggles of rich but dumb celebrity gossip girls, I felt just a little better about myself. There was a strut in my step knowing I would never fail as much as most of the people around me.