Ramblings of a Crowe

The First Day

So I started my first college class in almost ten years today. I forgot what a friggen nightmare parking was. Thank goodness I remembered the secret place out by my old haunt, the Ag buliding. Lucky for me, my class is in the middle of campus so the walk wasn't too far.

I was surprised the class was so full. For a Japanese class in my po dunk hick town, it was completely full. Even more surprising, I didn't see any 'otaku'. Well, not that I've noticed yet, anyway. I believe there is one in the middle row, but we shall wait to see. I've heard horror stories about Japanese classes filled with goggle-eyed otaku who spout off stupid 'manganese' (comic book Japanese). Lord, I hope that doesn't happen in my class. I'll have to shove a pencil through my eye.

I did have an interesting experience with some kid in the back row. Heh heh, kid...I can say that now since I AM OLD! Anyway, he was jusst sitting there, head down, trying to look small. One of those kids you can just look at and know he was totally bullied and pumbled in highschool. We all had to go around to different people and introduce ourselves in Japanese. No one was even trying to talk to him, so I figured what the hell. I'm an adult and have long shed the social stigmas pressed on by highschool kids. So I went up and said hello.

That little fucker ignored me. I mean, he didn't even look up. Just kept sitting there while everyone else was standing. Ignored me like I wasn't even there. I bit back a nasty response, giving him the benefit of the doubt that he has some sort of raging social disorder. Hey, it never killed anyone to be nice to someone who needed it.

And on the assumption he has no excuse other than being one of 'those kids', rude people irritate the hell out of me. I don't care if you had your ass beat to hell and back in school, don't act like a douche. If someone says hello, a grunt of acknowledgement is better than just sitting there with your head up you ass. Want to lick your wounds? Stay the hell at home.

At anyrate, the girl next to him was nice. And the two guys next to me. I was pretty stressed out about going back to school. Not because of the work, but because talking to people freaks me out. People I don't know, anyway. Even people I do know, now that I think about it. I've gotten worse as I've become older, and it's more of a challenge (but you wont' find me rudely ignoring people who try to talk to me). I'm hoping the class will help me be better at interacting with humans again. *laughs*

Posted by Zoso at September 18, 2006 07:55 PM