Ep.2

The only time they fly high is when the less fortunate have completely fallen.

Like the vultures in the sky...

Day 1 back to school.
Excruciating long day, running around like a crazy lady, crazy like my World Economy prof.
Another cold day in Miami,
and another day (half day) at the stadium.
Parking Ninja.

Have you ever driven somewhere and as you arrive at your destination you realize you're not exactly sure how you got there?
Don't remember passing that Arby's, or that gas station.
Shit, I don't think I did anything illegal. Hopefully not.
Thought consumption is probably just as dangerous as alcohol.

My first class this morning was alright. Don't know why it never occurred to neither Joanna or myself to ask one another what class it is that would have us driving all the way to the Biscayne campus so early in the morning. Turns out, it's the same one.
Professor seems like a stand-up kinda guy. Has some jokes too.
8am though, and I don't find them funny.
He also has a horrible attendance policy.
Mandatory and punctual presence sucks.
Being marked absent a minute after 8:05 really sucks.
Group projects really really suck!!

Going back to the crazy professor reference up there,
the old lady apparently thinks that the creation of the earth billions and billions of years ago, along with the universe and the fact that Pluto is no longer a star and the moon was discovered to hold water all have to deal with the study of World Economy.
Don't ask me how, I'm not sure if come April I'll have figured it out yet.
Don't know why she finds all those factors funny either, but I'm guessing her awkward moments of laughter between her lectures will be what keeps me awake in that class.