As many of you know, I am a part time student at the Salt Lake Community College. Fall semester started last week and they had more students enroll than they ever have. The parking lot is ridiculously full, the halls are filled with people on their cell phones, and I’ve never seen the line at the bookstore wrap around the room for two weeks straight.

I suppose the economy is to blame. Everyone has come to the same conclusion I did a year ago: Better get in gear to remain relevant in the market place.

Night school is honestly awesome in spite of the abnormally busy hall ways. Downtown night school is even awesomer! If you enjoy people watching and are bored,  I highly encourage enrolling just to experience the diversity of it all.

Especially the teachers!

I have a teacher this semester that I am absolutely fascinated with. Honestly I can’t take my eyes off of him from the moment he walks in the room. Everything from his tight shirt with the buttons about to pop over his round belly to the white film that looks to be sunscreen not rubbed in all the way to the way he blinks very hard and can ramble off quotes from famous dead people without ever taking a breath.

All of it!

I am mesmerized by him. I can’t say that I pay attention 100 percent of the time to what he is teaching. I am too busy romanticizing the little tid bits of personal information he keeps dropping about himself and trying to figure him out.

No wedding ring. Must be single. Said he is disabled and has been hit by cars. That explains his walk. Has battled cancer. Perhaps skin cancer? That would explain the sunscreen. Father was an accomplished writer who was friends with Einstein? Wait, did I hear him right? Mother would beat him if he had nightmares. Now we are getting super personal! President Lincoln might have been gay? What are we studying again? How can he write that many big words on the board while talking and never looking at notes? I really hope he doesn’t pop a button on his shirt, that could be awkward, for all of us. Seriously, how can he remember so many quotes AND who said them? I can barely remember my debit card pin number.

I’m telling you, I spent an hour and a half talking to myself like this because he is that interesting!

Then there is my public speaking teacher who is from Nigeria. Completely animated and expressive man, but you have to listen carefully to what he is saying because his accent is super thick. Every time he spoke about “context” I would blush because it came out sounding like “cunt-x”.

Two semesters ago I had a communications teacher who had a thick English accent. ED told me his communications teacher was from India. How incredibly interesting that the community college communication instructors are all individuals whose primary language to communicate is not “American” at all!

All this is to say that I really do love being in school. I am completely worn out by the time I get home but the experience is so worth it to me.

Work. School. Homework.

Sleep and repeat.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – please remind me of this post when finals roll around and I am wondering why the hell I decided to go back to school!

Summer Back to School