Back in the saddle again

Yup, I'm taking a class.

I know, I know, I wasn't much of a student the first time around. "Students" go to class. "Students" do their homework. "Students" don't prostitute themselves for C's. Bahhh. "Students" also couldn't play 14 straight hours of beer die if the situation dictated it. Not, of course, that I would ever have considered such a thing.

Well, I'm hoping back on the wagon. Work pays for the classes, which wasn't a good enough reason to take any my first couple (5) years on the job, but now I'm at the level where I can't make any more money or get any more promotions until I have at least one more degree.

Now, in my experience, promotions lead to more responsibility and harder work, and that's not really what I'm shooting for. More money though...

So I'm back in class, but since I didn't want to leap in headfirst, I'm dipping my toes in. Yes, I am taking a 100 - level class. Or, if you will, a "Holy shit freshman are stupid" class. Before class started today I had to listen to two girls talk about how much they paid for their Gap Jeans. That was fun, but not as much fun as the blank looks that went around the room whenever the Prof used a big word. "Technological Determinism" has apparently not made it to the dorm quite yet.

Still, the class is actually interesting so far, we'll see if that keeps up.

Problems I have faced today:

I forgot to eat my potato salad before lunch, so now it's been sitting on my desk for four hours and seems to have congealed a bit. Is this bad?