I'm a...Student?

I went to Carthage today to talk with the admissions office about the dreaded spring semester - either poli-sci, philosophy, or lit as an aim to be turned into a cheerful tenured professorship at one of the nations many universities. That is, after i go through a masters and doctoral program. (Ah, joy.) The time has finally come for me to land on my fall back career choice and I can genuinely say that I will be doing it because those who can do and those who can't teach. I am not interesting in pleasing others enough, or doing the drugs required to become a great author. I have no interest in dying of an ulcer by the time i'm 35 for a political career and I have no interest in standing in the unemployment line as long as someone who majored in philosophy would.

I asked all of the odd questions that a person like me asks. "Fuck the dining hall hours. Tell me, are you still getting security through the same company? Have you managed to get that odd, sticky substance off the stairwell in the dorms and is Greg Campbell still on his 'no parking' tear?" Yes, I ask questions that a person with experience would ask and I wasn't all too pleased with the answers. Same security company - and a lot of the same security officers - which is good, because I liked a lot of them. Greg Campbell still hasn't gotten the stick out of his ass regarding parking - though my offer to paint a forest mural on the side of a parking garage still stands. And, no, Michelle informed me that my left shoe is still firmly affixed to the third floor steps.

They have made some other changes though. The massive red doors that made you fully aware that you were walking into Lentz hall are gone. That's kind of sad. I've been walking thorugh those giant red doors since I was 3 and a half. When I last attended Carthage, they'd just finished remods on the new library and it was gorgeous. The old library at the end of Straz, however, was still all caution-tapey. It's gorgeous. They've got great geeked out conference rooms and classrooms in that area - a starbucks. Rock on :) I hope they carry the remod over to the other half of the building :)

The rest of this process leaves me with lots of phone calls but I'm feeling slightly better about making them now that I have the general gist of an answer to my big question: "Who really needs a highschool diploma anyway?" The answer? Stupid people. Fortunately, I don't fall into that category.

Now, i just have to write an essay about how much of an attachment I feel to Carthage. How jarring I found it to see that the red doors, so indicative of Lentz Hall - doors that i've been walking through since my mother was a student in the early 90's - were missing, but that it is a sign of progress and change. And then probably some drivel about how I would like to take part in that progress and change. Who the hell knows, I can bullshit with the best of them and if there is anything I know about Carthage, they love bullshit.

Anywhoo, I've been feeling bad about how little i've been blogging lately and I thought I should make a post of some kind to change that :)

I'm off to stare at my updates and wish they were better.