I'm in grad school. It's pretty rad. For a historically crappy student, I enjoyed it.
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My class was on the third floor. I took the stairs. Walking up the stairs, I suddenly remembered the panic of riding the bus to freshman year at Glasgow High. I was pretty sure I was gonna be killed before 6th period. I remembered the panic my first day of college sitting in Professor Dilley's Philosophy 105 class waiting for his lecture to start. As I walked up the stairs to the classroom my heart rate must have been as high as it has in any of my interval workouts.
one thought came to my head.
"what the fuck was I thinking..."
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A couple of young bucks I work with asked, "dude, did anyone think you were the professor?"
Rat Bastards. we all laughed.
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Class was good. I was totally engaged. I was into it, I was lost, I was found. I left class totally stoked. Stoked and exhausted. Done more Math problems in the last 24 hours than I have done in 20 years. I have some cracks in my foundation to fill, but I dig it. We'll see how the quiz goes next week...