o-town (the actual city)

well, i am off tomorrow for another class down in orlando. there’s nothing i look forward to with more anticipation or enthusiasm than waking up for church, having lunch with the lady, then driving seven hours (six if i drive like my mother) to o-town only to sleep on a friends couch for a week and wake up earlier than i have since last summer when i had class in orlando. i get to show up my first day of class, arrange my little area at our two person table just how i want it with my notepad dead center in front of me, two pens on the right, a bible on the left, and a can of coke (caffeine in the morning) to the far right and one of the following listed items to my far left: pop-tart, trail mix, cereal bar (special K). i look around the room and make judgement calls based upon age, demeanor, and my already preconceived notions of how traditionally reformed seminary adults tend to act. i recognize quickly that i am likely the youngest student in the class, and revel in that fact as i boast my thrift store t-shirt, dark jeans, and steve maddens. i then quickly realize how prideful i am and ask forgiveness. the professor then begins and with best intentions, i absorb his first 30 minutes like a sponge. after going over the syllabus for 30 minutes, i then tune out and think of all the more interesting things that have happened to me recently or that i could be doing instead of being here (particularly sleeping). lunch rolls around and i have to make the crucial decision as to whether or not i will stick around for another 4 hours of the same class or leave and hope no one notices. its good when almost no one knows your name, you can pull out your ninja class-skipping technique. i come “home” at the end of the day to greet old friends who have also finished their jobs and sit, watch tv, think about how i should be doing homework, and bask in the warmth of florida. i don’t ever want to live there, but i don’t ever want to leave.