Wait I didn't mean that the way it came out - education is my purpose - I meant to say, logged in for the fuck of it.
Sorry for the sailor mouth, no actually I am not, it's who I am and you are reading of your own volition - no apologies.
So....I took the religion exam in 4 minutes and 35 seconds to be exact - truth is, I am pretty sure I aced it, yesssss.
Out of all the questions, one gave me pause and I answered on intuition which is the way of Mahayana Zen, so even if I get it wrong, in my own way I got it right through application, so I say point on my scoreboard either way.
As I was exiting the building after my exam, I had that same overwhelming desire to ugly cry, it happens at the end of every semester. Sure part of it is relief, but really the main ingredient to the post-semester bawl is just how freaking happy I am to be me.
I love this life so much more now that I am a student, and although my goal is to write my book, and then live the easily life as a published author (yeah right) I honestly, really truly want to stay in school forever and ever and ever.
Not only do I love education, I love the people.
I will admit with no hesitation, that I am in love with four out of my five professors from this semester and even the fifth, although not quite at love, fancy in some unexplainable way.
My Humanities professor Jessica is quite possibly as luminous as the July sun, she glows with enthusiasm, intelligence, warmth and humor - plus she is pint sized which makes her punch all the less expected and I thoroughly enjoy surprises. My religions professor Kate is young, adorable and brilliant beyond comprehension (Oxford and Sanskrit, oh my) and when you throw in as distract-able as a young child, the total package is simply breathtaking.
Then the men, oh the men - There is Chris my GEO professor whose smile and good humor makes eight am feel more like happy hour at a local bar where everyone knows your name - His pacing up and down the aisle is like a dance you wanna learn the steps to, follow his lead by way of cultural awareness. I adore this guys teaching style which is serious business at a comedy club. Loved him, just loved him - great smile and wit.
Then we have English, oh English how you make my heart beat right out my chest. My English professor, the good Doctor, is for me, alike the mad hatter at the tea party, naturally I would be a combo of Alice and the Cheshire cat in relation - enough said.
I just loved the assorted flavors of this semester - now maybe I am just hungry and so I pull up to the feast more ravenous than others, but yeah no - they were unique characters I will never forget.
And then we have the students....Oh the students - how I love the mix of old timers like me and all the newborns so cute, so silly and (really?) yeah, so firm.
I remember, however vaguely, when my skin was that tight and responsibility was a distant star in a far away galaxy...
Some of my favs, have been from English no doubt. There are my table mates Nikki and Q who packed in like sardines on top of me as I edged off the wall trying to fight claustrophobia - no really I liked it. Nikki is smart, funny and insightful as shit. And Q, he is just Q and I adore him - a good kid on his way to being a really good man.
Oh and who can forget that hottie, whose name I can never remember but his face lingers on the eyes long after they have dreamily blinked - he is natural male beauty at it's finest and will smolder in the hearts of many women to come. Effortlessly edible, yes sir.
My religions class had the most diverse group of people I have ever been in a room with, my favorite naturally hung out in my corner, a group of whack jobs if I have ever been a part of one - we laughed at private jokes the whole way through - but Mary, sweet Mary and her pretty cane, she warmed nicely in my heart cockles - sweetest girl I ever did meet.
Psychology was dry like stale wonder bread, less that one girl who always asked the stupidest questions... She was like peanut butter to an otherwise inedible sanwich. We had no room for personality in this class - it was all geared to endorphin killing...
Humanities, well now - we have some personality going there - Iman who will argue me down on any point while simultaneously looking at me curiously, going huh - and thinking what is it about her that makes me want to argue? And then we have Kristen who is just a tall glass of water with the giggles - and Patrick, whose tan and muscles and familiar face always make me wish I was twenty and not good friends to his sister - then my diagonal neighbor, Brittany.... Brittany is anarchist from the word go and will be the head of some fine feminine revolution one day - her read hair, Elvis Costello glasses and nose ring make me want to be the feminine lesbian counterpart to her angst and she's not even gay...
And Geo, oh Geo - the two girls from food lion who see me frazzled in the grocery store trying not to succumb to my childrens incessant begging for candy - they know the truth about me - and oh, the pretty Fluvanna girls who went to school with my kids and still laughed at my jokes - oh and the guy up front who takes himself far, far too seriously and Mary again - sweet, genuine Mary.
Oh how I will miss them all... I bet you now understand why I wanna ugly cry at the beauty of my life - so many people - so little time.
And on that note - I have a few straggling assignments that I need to sew up and one more exam I should study for - note, I said should.
I hope you all have a glorious day and if you read this and are one of the people I mentioned - yes you really are that great - and yeah thanks so much for our time together...
till next time, peace.
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