Today started my summer semester. Just one class, nothing crazy. English Comp II – typical research-and-writing deal, a few papers, the whole shebang.
But considering the facts that it’s 1) Vermont and 2) a community college, I’m sure this semester’s bound to be…an experience. yes. that is a safe way to put it. For starters, my class ranges from a homeschooler who’s taking the class as his first college course, to an ex-army man who carries pliers in his back pocket and hunts and fishes in his backyard, to a retired journalist, probably in his 70s, who is taking classes as a hobby and is attempting to start writing fiction (which he claims is hard because you have to ‘create stuff’). I think he was wearing pink swimming trunks. The kid who sat next to me wants to be a nurse, but currently works at the Rotisserie section of Price Chopper (Vermont’s version of something between a Kroger and a Harris Teeter). He was doing these strange breathing exercises all class, or maybe was just so excited that he was constantly out of breath. I couldn’t tell. But he is a very talented person, because he managed to take every word that came out of my teacher’s mouth and turn it into a 20-minute discussion on things like Jesus’ existence and what he studies on his white board every morning when he wakes up. Of course, some of the discussions were a little more relevant, such as the importance of the existence of grammar. Yes, it should be an eventful experience.
Considering my previous educational experience, Vermont is definitely going to be a bit of an adjustment. I guess I never really thought about it too deeply, but a lot of what I’ve done in schooling has been geared toward a certain sector, if you will, of society. Homeschooling for the majority of my life, then straight into IB prep classes and eventually IB courses, then some college courses while I was still in high school, and then my oh-so-memorable experience at a private Christian college. It wasn’t negative, and I don’t regret it, but let’s just say that if I had opted to stay another year the regret would have kicked in pretty quickly.
And now I’m here. Soon enough I’ll be on the road to a good ole University education, but for the next year I’ll be in classroom settings a lot like the one i just described. I may get annoyed. I may not feel particularly challenged. I may learn so much more than I ever expected. But that’s kinda what I’m doing here, anyway. I mean, heck, if I’m gonna throw myself into a new way of living, might as well not hold back. It’s really all perspective. You could say that I moved in with family, am working at a local Italian/pizza restaurant waiting tables, and going to community college. Those are all true. But you could also say that I took myself away from what I was familiar with to start new adventures in a completely different environment, got a local job in order to start meeting and connecting with people in the community, and am furthering my education by getting general ed courses out of the way at a community college, which is both easier to fit with my work schedule and way more cost-effective. THAT. that is also very true.
Ah, i must away. The parking meter calleth, and the last thing I need is a parking ticket in this town. Oh free parking, how I miss you.