Some day soon

I'm writing this post in a composition notebook while sitting in through probably one of the biggest time waster of all my summer.

It's a "Student Development" class that is required by my community college.

I know it's necessary in the sense it's required, but one would think that after 12 years of schooling I'd been developed as a student enough! It's kinda one of those things where you're incessantly thinking "8 hours...8 hours of this drivel...and then another 8 hours tomorrow!" And then you want to just run out of the class room foaming from the mouth.

But! (and there is almost always a but!) that is just one view point!

I could, if I so wished, face this class with a more positive spin.

My complaining and surliness will not benefit me this weekend while I sit in an already uncomfortable desk. If
I sit here with a dour expression I may as well be pouring salt in the wound.

Cuz it ain't helpin'.

To college my friends.

Cheers.