Things I've learned...

So, next week will be my fourth week of class, which is basically a month. I've noticed quite a few things over these first few weeks. I will sound like I'm whining because, indeed, I am...


Things I've learned in my first month of (community) college-


I am much more conservative than I thought, since I have to deal with annoying hobos everyday and never think twice about not giving them any change and stuff like that...

Mass transit sucks. The buses stink like the hobos who ride it. I'm not saying that only hobos ride it, but yeah, some do. You can't even listen to your iPod without having to basically blast your ear drums out due to the excessive engine noise...

Don't ever sleep on the bus, because when you wake up, there's always some creepy dude sitting next to you...

Every week or so, a creepy dude will sit next to you on the bus even though there are a whole bunch of other completely empty seats. He will then proceed to talk randomly, yet you will only catch some of his disjointed speech through your earphones (since you'll be listening to your iPod). What you do hear will scare to holy hell out of you, since you don't know whether he is talking to you or just into space. You then get off at the closest stop, no matter how far away you are from your destination (unless it happens in West Sac on your way to Davis, then you're just screwed)...

For some reason, everyone seems to smoke on campus. I don't know if it this way everywhere else, but good god. I'm still waiting to see that inevitable event where a professor asks for a light from a student during a break or something...

There are a lot of returning students (i.e. old people) in my classes. However, I find this more cool than anything else, since it makes me feel a little better about myself...

Sacramento has its own distinct smell. Something of a mix of river water and hobo. You have to be here everyday to notice it, however...

West Sac smells even worse, more like just hobo...

There's this hobo who seems to hang around my downtown bus stop. He always asks if I could spare some change for bus fare, yet I have yet to see him ever get on a bus...

Seeing so many hobos make me thankful for everything I have...

Sac City isn't a lot like high school. It is high school, all over again...

Some people from Sacramento don't know where Davis is. Why this surprises me is beyond my comprehension...

There are times when I miss Davis High. They are offset, however, by the times when I wish I could get out of this area...

I am actually seriously considering transferring to Sac State. Why? I don't know...

Seeing people from Davis High, you have to say "hi." It's a rule, whether you knew them or not...

Blasting music when I get home is basically all that keeps me sane...

Cafeteria food is really good...

My film teacher says "um" so much it's driving insane...

Flirting with Sac State girls then saying you're from SCC is a real deal killer...

The SCC mascot is the Panthers. The unofficial mascot is the Black Panthers (not my thoughts, just something really funny if a little racist I heard)...

Study groups would be a good idea, if you actually had to anything to study (which I don't, yet)...

The Davis center feels like a doctors office. A doctors office where you happen to see a whole lot of people you know...

SCC isn't that bad after all. It's quite a cool place, actually. The diversity is almost like snapshot of the "real" world. There's not too much to rag on SCC. The education is ok. And, after all, the textbooks actually cost more than the tuition...


So yeah, that's basically it for now. I can't wait for class on Monday...