Friday, March 27, 2009

First Day

What the fuck was I doing here? You have to be kidding me, I was too damn old for this shit. My first thought was that I was going to have to start stocking up on weed to keep me from flipping out of my skull.

I was in goddamn classroom with my legs shoved under a desk with a bunch 18 year olds staring at me. This wasn’t going to work. I thought I would blend, in a lightweight sweater and faded jeans I was trying not to look like a mommy or a wife for that matter—just a girl except I wasn’t a fucking girl I was a woman.

“Hi” I turned to the young man sitting next to me who spoke. Nicely dressed early twenties I bet he was a jack and coke guy.

“Hi” I bit the “I” out. If was I was behind the bar, this conversation would go whole lot smoother. I tried to smile and felt my lip stick to my upper teeth. He bought it though because he beamed back at me like he had just scaled Mount Everest.

I turned my attention back to the front of the class and tried to look comfortable. The class had become so full that they were students left standing looking perturbed. Finally a man entered wearing khakis and a long sleeve dress shirt with one of those horrible jackets with the patches on the elbow.

He looked familiar.

“I am Professor Anderson; this is English 1A if you aren’t in the right class please leave.”

He still hadn’t looked at the class I chuckled wondering who could be stupid enough to be in the wrong class. When several people filed out of the class I stopped laughing. The professor's eyes widen when I laughed and he turned to me.

Fuck—D-Boy was a damn professor? Holy shit I had it in the bag. Darren Anderson (never knew his last name) was one our bar flies. He was covering up nearly full sleeves with that shirt. A quick count in my head I had kicked him out of the bar at least nine times for popping something illegal in his mouth.

This was going to be fun. I had a shit eating grin on my face and winked at the Jack and Coke kid. Bring it on!