First Day back to Class

Well, it's been over a year and a half since I have been allowed to attend classes. It is good to be back in the world of acadamia. Strangely, I have been greeted and welcomed back by more professors, staff, and administration than students. All the people that I knew two years ago are gone. There are a few left, but most people only know me by name and face, not through any kind of actual meeting or friendship. It feels like the first day of school, only I feel like this is my school and everyone else is starting for the first time.
My first two classes went well, though I am already dropping one because it doesn't seem like it would be enough of a challenge and I don't think I'd get much out of it. Not because it's not a good course or because the professor lacks knowledge or ability, but the class is so big, 45 students, and it's an English class. Good discussion simply can't exist with such a large number. And they're mostly sophomores, so it's not really my world anymore. Snobbish, maybe, but it's my last semester and I really want to get as much out of is as I can.
The business writing class is interesting- I'm the only one in the class who isn't majoring in Business. Hmmm. Good stuff- everyone else seems to notice my standing out. Bad thing?
Roomate and I hung out for a bit- he seems to be becoming more comfortable in this environment away from his family. Once he starts classes, I imagine it will only get better.
Set up my internship and independent study with my advisor today- looks like I'll be writing non-stop this semester. Might want to look into getting a new computer- this one has a mind of its own- and I can't really afford to have an independent thinking computer at this point. No offense buddy.
Wrote a poem in class- I'll share it:
Days long drawn out
by short words
of round men
expounding upon the
meaning of life
and the words in it
Thin handlebars
daring you to challenge
with threats of lost eyes

A chance to give journals
a chance
Crap of extra credit
from teachers
married to the idea of journals
an excited whitney
wrapped in hard, twisted pink
believe in learning

While a hard, old, young man
smirks without reason
at her youthful exuberance
an excitement which the
old, young man shared
but one year ago