Monday, September 26, 2005
Stacey We Are In Like College Now!!!!
When I was young I had a belief that all adults were supremely mature human beings. Upon reflection of this idea I really have no clue why I thought this. My mom was 16 when she had me and my father was 18. My childhood was definitely not reminiscent to “The Hogan Family.” It was more like being raised by the participants of “The Real World” only without all the cameras. This person was trying to date this person while still seeing this other person and so and so got jealous about so and so’s non-invitation to the Iron Maiden show…you get the drift. But this post-adolescent maturity ideology has stuck with me well…it still plays a role in how I see the world today. It seems like the platitude Hall-Mark poster philosophy of, “Everything I needed to know about life I learned in kindergarten,” is actually more true then I allow myself to believe. Today in class a girl, full-out in high school mode, called me out on my polyester pants!!!LOL. Stacey said, “Look at you. You’re wearing polyester pants.” My mouth hung wide like the gallows of the Wild West. I couldn’t believe she would attack me in such a way…I mean come on now!!! There are plenty more wrong things to reprehend about my presence than my silly pants!!! If she had any tact she would have aimed first of all a little higher at the shirt. I was wearing my classic striped tan and orange “Where’s Waldo sweater.” If she had any observance she could have shot for the lime green Kelty backpack I wear to class everyday. Or how about the Cure Stickers I have on my I-pod only because I got it out of a magazine. After all, I’m so faux pas I really didn’t even realize that I was wearing polyester blue slacks. The concept took me by complete surprise. How could she be so pedantic and high schoolish when all I did was inadvertently laughed about our Professor's jokes stating that sandals are for hippies. I mean come on now!!! It wasn’t like I laughed incessantly at the fact she had a pair on…(the damn hippie.) I can’t wait for Wednesday our next class…she hasn’t seen polyester until she sees the retro gray pants I’m about to take out of retirement. In the world of science it takes only one insurmountable piece of evidence to disprove a hypothesis. Today my theory of supreme maturity lost out to the Hall-Markist code of thought. Today proved, we will forever live like kindergarteners...but at least I’m not a hippie.
When I was young I had a belief that all adults were supremely mature human beings. Upon reflection of this idea I really have no clue why I thought this. My mom was 16 when she had me and my father was 18. My childhood was definitely not reminiscent to “The Hogan Family.” It was more like being raised by the participants of “The Real World” only without all the cameras. This person was trying to date this person while still seeing this other person and so and so got jealous about so and so’s non-invitation to the Iron Maiden show…you get the drift. But this post-adolescent maturity ideology has stuck with me well…it still plays a role in how I see the world today. It seems like the platitude Hall-Mark poster philosophy of, “Everything I needed to know about life I learned in kindergarten,” is actually more true then I allow myself to believe. Today in class a girl, full-out in high school mode, called me out on my polyester pants!!!LOL. Stacey said, “Look at you. You’re wearing polyester pants.” My mouth hung wide like the gallows of the Wild West. I couldn’t believe she would attack me in such a way…I mean come on now!!! There are plenty more wrong things to reprehend about my presence than my silly pants!!! If she had any tact she would have aimed first of all a little higher at the shirt. I was wearing my classic striped tan and orange “Where’s Waldo sweater.” If she had any observance she could have shot for the lime green Kelty backpack I wear to class everyday. Or how about the Cure Stickers I have on my I-pod only because I got it out of a magazine. After all, I’m so faux pas I really didn’t even realize that I was wearing polyester blue slacks. The concept took me by complete surprise. How could she be so pedantic and high schoolish when all I did was inadvertently laughed about our Professor's jokes stating that sandals are for hippies. I mean come on now!!! It wasn’t like I laughed incessantly at the fact she had a pair on…(the damn hippie.) I can’t wait for Wednesday our next class…she hasn’t seen polyester until she sees the retro gray pants I’m about to take out of retirement. In the world of science it takes only one insurmountable piece of evidence to disprove a hypothesis. Today my theory of supreme maturity lost out to the Hall-Markist code of thought. Today proved, we will forever live like kindergarteners...but at least I’m not a hippie.
# posted by Nick D @ 9:13 PM 
