Lost Things that Aren't Treasures
4:46 p.m. - 2004-12-01

It�s the same everywhere, whether you�re in El Paso, Houston, Los Angeles or Boston. They�re all the same. You may ask yourself, �How do you know? You�ve never gone to school in Los Angeles or Boston.� Well, no, but somehow, I know. People don�t really change all that much, just the situations and the situations don�t change all that much either, except the technology. But technology is boring unless it involves transporting me from Houston to Italy without having to endure airport security and what seems like a three day flight. But anyway, that�s not the point of this.
I�m currently enrolled in three classes. All three of them are literature courses and all three of them have the same kinds of people in them, not to mention that some of the people are actually the same people. Originally, I thought they were all part of my fan club and got some hacker to find out which classes I had enrolled in so that they could not only follow me around campus, but also take the same classes. The possibility of this scenario quickly diminished when none of them talked to me the first day of class or invited me to join their study group, so I figured it must have been some sort of coincidence.
Anyway, about the people, I was always kind of afraid to become a literature major because in the movies, they�re so deep and always have something enlightening to say regarding any situation and seem like such bright individuals. But in reality, they are playing a role that puts them in this elite group of college society. My fellow classmates play this role amazingly well. I almost nominated some of them for an Oscar this year.
Like some of them sit in class seeming to pay attention as the professor discusses his understanding of the material. But in reality, they don�t care what the professor is saying, they�re thinking about that party last weekend or of the girl that was sitting at the bar last night while they wasted their time and money getting drunk instead of reading Don Quixote. Then, for fear of being dumped out of the elite society, they will say something like, �How did Cervantes get a Moor to translate these writings when the Moors had been thrown out of Spain by this time?� So the professor is forced to reiterate that Don Quixote is FICTION.
In every class, there always has to be the old man. In this particular case, it�s Will. Will sits in class and has an opinion on everything because he�s old and that gives him the right. By Will�s definition of maturity, he is automatically eligible to membership in this elite society. Will interrupts fellow students making connections to every bit of literature to when he was in Nam or when he saw the light of god or how in his �past field of employment blah blah blah.�
Then there are the poets and the writers. Of course, they�ve either had one measly poem or story published or nothing at all, but they are poets and writers nonetheless. To them, the pen is a writing utensil that bleeds their lives onto a brand new piece of something that was once living, a paper, and allows their own life to be placed among this poor dead creature. I think what really happened is that they�re just really bad actors so they need another medium that allows them to be just as dramatic without the acting.
And then of course, we have the ones that �would have graduated last semester, but (fill in excuse that blames the counseling here).� Doing to counseling on time is effective, so it is the counselor�s fault that you don�t take the correct classes because college students simply don�t procrastinate and know how to follow directions. The truth is, I think they�re really just sophomores or juniors, but want the sympathy from professors because since this is their last semester and are so busy the professors often allow extensions on deadlines. And of course, next semester, I will see them in class and since they tend to have short term memory, they will offer as an excuse that they �would have graduated last semester but (fill in excuse that blames counseling here).�
The experts, yet non-experts are the worst. They�re the ones that sit in there pretending to know everything and are in a way like Will, but lack age. They have an opinion to everything and are often wrong, even in literature, and that�s a difficult subject to be in the wrong. Of course, these are the same people with extremely narrow and biased views because that will make them a better critic, but that�s about all they�ll ever be.
Finally, there�s me. I don�t think I fit into any of these categories. That�s mostly due to the fact that I don�t talk to anyone long enough to make friends because I�m anti-social that way. I sit and stare out the window while I listen to Will and the others give their narrow and biased point of views and plot my next story that pokes fun at all their idiosyncrasies.
Oh and a little quiz I took
You are 80% Gemini

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