Forgo the metaphors: It's fucking college

I've never really understood all the metaphors and fanfair people use to talk about college; generally this is done in high school graduation speeches. You know, a new chapter of your life, your glimpse into the real world. But let's be honest, it's just more school. You know, that thing you've been doing for thirteen years of your life? Yeah, that's not going anywhere.

As one might have been able to determine, I'm at school, sitting outside the cafe in an uncomfortable metal chair and watching the people walk by as I type away at my computer. Avoiding looking at those two guys across the aisle who are, in fact, staring at me. Ooo, a tall thing in skinny jeans of my favourite colour green.

Getting off topic! Actually, did I even have a point? At least there's plenty to watch for the next half an hour before I have to begin searching for my first class. I'm not really worried; the humanities building isn't hard to navigate. It's the class after that I'm thinking about: anthropology in one of the two buildings where the first floor you land on upon entering isn't the first floor. I think in the one I'm going to it's the fourth, but I'll have to check.

All this blathering, aside from making for some pretty damn boring reading material, is stream of consciousness-- when I don't get distracted, like by that beautiful blonde girl who just walked by-- and really only suits to take my mind off what I realised on the long walk from the car: I'm terrified, and for no good reason too. All the people I know who are already in college have told me that there's nothing to worry about in "institutes of higher learning" that there aren't in high school. Well, probably with a few exceptions, but I'm trying to be positive.

Watching all these people come and go helps and doesn't, because on the one hand I get to partake in one of my favourite activities and imagine their life story, but I also get to thinking about other things, like the potential these people have to affect my life. Jeez, if his pants got any tighter they'd be leggings... Right. Anyway, I'm going to continue surfing the internet and probably post another entry after class, because gods know something will happen that's worth talking about.