Sitting in a college classroom for the first time in, oh, almost twenty years. Eighteen, if you want to be precise, and if you do, it’s no skin off my nose. Eighteen years. Meaning some of the little farts that I am about to be spending the next eight weeks with weren’t even BORN when last my ass met chair in a college classroom. Good god I feel old. (My mother just luvs it when I says that. That woman’s got an evil eye, lemme tell you.)
So here I am, literally sitting in my second class. Went to a broadcast writing class Monday night what weren’t so bad, although I was self-conscious as hell. Sat at a little teeny desk that had me flashing back to eighth grade Algebra. Which almost made me scream, you want to know the truth. Scuh-ream. But the class was okay, although I have the feeling that it will crush any scant positive feelings I had toward broadcast media. I’m a Neil Postman fan, figure it out.
Tonight, Principles of Public Relations. I can hear, ever so faintly, the ghost of Bill Hicks screaming. Calm down, Bill. I doubt that I’m falling over to the dark side. Yet. Quite yet. Teetering over the abyss, maybe.
So anyway, crickets, remember how I wrote that I was gonna do the 31 horror movies in 31 days? Yeah, not happening. Be lucky if I do two. Gotta a novel to submit, class notes to review, so on, so forth as the late great Kurt V. might say.
Looks like I get to do companion blog to R&D for this PR class. Wonder what I’ll call it, what I’ll write about?
Oops, gotta run. Teach is here.
Seeya. Be good, or at least don’t get caught.
