Did not pass go, did not get $200, just went to jail today

I was late to my Psychology class this morning, and ended up seated next to the worst Fred Durst impression, that I have ever seen. Kids, he was even wearing the red ball cap backwards. We were discussing nurture vs. nature, and whether two 17 year boys were wrongfully or rightfully convicted of the death penalty for murdering an elderly couple. "Limp Bizkit" kept whispering that they just needed to burn the bodies, or sink 'em with bricks. I told him that he probably should have told them that. He said, "Yeah, probably." If this one doesn't have a record yet, he will soon. RAWK ON! You really meet the craziest people in a Psych class.
My American History class had me seated next to a one woman baptist choir. We are discussing the Civil War, and she was "testifying" with every sentence our professor was speaking. Like she was a first hand witness to the 1860's, lived to be over 150 years, and ended up at St Louis Community College @ Forest Park to account for, and verify it all for our classroom. She clearly knew them all on a first hand account basis; Lincoln, Dred Scott, and the drafters of the Wade-Davis bill. I can't stand that type of behavior, and will manage to elude a personality as such within five minutes of the party illustrating that style of cartoon crazy. But there was no escape. No one ever escapes Alcatraz... and no one ever will... unless you're Clint Eastwood.   

First day back in the pokey

I started back to community college/reform school today. My second semester tally mark is officially on the cell block walls of Fo Pa. I thought I knew the score from my exposure from my first semester, but I was wrong, dead, wrong. The hallways were crammed with people, with most of them appearing to be recently paroled. I felt like a new fish in all over again. I swear I saw a guy walk by me in a Missouri State issue orange jumpsuit. Dragline? Luke? Is that you? Where are you going with them fifty eggs? Then another guy red eyein' pretty hard gave me a prison kiss in my general direction, while I was on my way to my American History class.
For the first time since my "sentencing", I have three male Hogs/Pigs/Snouts/Screws/Cops/Bulls (professors) to answer to this semester. I find them VERY.ODD.INDEED. The Hogs/Pigs/Snouts/Screws/Cops/Bulls are, indefensibly, a possessive and dominant bunch, who asserted themselves as Alphas in every way possible. I wouldn't have raised an eyebrow, if one of them started micturating around their desk in an attempt to define their territory. Astonishing. My Comp II professor is the only female I have to answer to around the big yard. I managed to hold my mud pretty good, and didn't get put in the hole... yet.  It's what you gotta do to earn your bee and honey around these parts. I'm considering paying a visit to Trader Bob's tattoo parlor for some left eye prison tears and start up a batch of pruno.