Here I Am

The name says it all. I'm a 30+ year old female college student. In Junior College right out of high school I failed epically. I had little to no interest in college, or learning, or socializing. I was making decent money at a famous burger joint in California and thought who needs school.  Now here I am, much older than the majority of my peers, doing this college thing for realsies this time.
I have been through my rebellious stage, definitely utilized my partying stage to the it's limits, went through the it's time to straighten up so join the military stage, and now I'm in the studious college stage. I think with all these phases of life under my belt I see things around campus through a different set lenses then my first time away from home counter parts. For instance I realize how ridiculous and awkward it is to listen to two not even old enough to drink girls talk for a solid fifteen minutes about a bathing suit bottom while waiting in line at the campus coffee shop that apparently employs 6 socially awkward outcast students at any given moment while the 60 year old owner who dresses and acts like she is twenty sits on the floor under the counter. Or how comical it is for an instructor to postpone an exam until after spring break because the day of the exam would fall on "Green Beer Day", a day the University condones as a day for students to binge drink and risk contracting a plethora of STD's although the Student Government handed out condoms in their "Spring Break Survival Kits".
Most days I avoid talking to most people on campus. I seem to have more in common with the instructors, many of which are my age, then with any of the students. Sure there are some students my age, but many of them have kids and husbands and mostly want to talk about them. I wouldn't mind so much if they put as much effort into pretending like they want to hear about my dog as I do pretending I want to hear about their children. So I just go about my business, going to class, studying, getting good grades, and getting out of there.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a grumpy, rude old woman who walks around campus swatting my cane and random nineteen year olds. I'm pleasant, try to make small talk and jokes that most people around me are too young to get the punch line. I just understand there are more important things in life than bathing suit bottoms and drinking green beer until projectile vomiting prior passing out in the gutter.
Anywho, I decided to start writing a blog. Mostly to vent about things that probably matter to nobody else. If you are planning on following this blog you are officially warned that you will likely be offended at one point or another and I have a potty mouth.
Well until next time.... adios.

V