Mid-term Malaise

Something about mid terms really takes it out of me when it comes to writing. That's where I ended last semester's blog and just couldn't get inspired for it anymore. However, this semester appears to be a little bit different, as I experienced a comp class that really hurt my chin, as it slammed against the bottom of my desk. Currently, we are workshopping our speculative cause and effect essays. One of my fellow jailbird's paper is on teenage pregnancy. There was an interesting speculation brought up that some "parents" push their young daughters into having babies, so they will experience some sort of love in their lives. Really, that's a very bare bones definition of child sex trafficking. What was astounding, and frankly chin bruising, was the amount of my fellow inmates who seemed quite all right with that idea, and could rationalize it. Wow, just blew my mind to bits. How are you ever okay with that in any demographic, or culture, or class, or caste? This was such an eyeopener to how uneducated, one can be in America. We should change our nation's motto to, "Welcome to America. You can be as stupid as you want to be here."

Yellow journalism is just urinalism, right?

     So, we covered the Spanish-American war in History today. Our professor was really on the edge over having to repeat autonomy so many times, that he gave up, threw his hands straight to any god listening, and said, "Just write self-government! Man, college kids!" He spent the rest of the class holding his forehead. Boyo, I felt that man's pain, and I hope he has a good bottle of something to go home to today.
      It was a little strange how much of St. Louis was part of that war, and is part of my daily life, i.e., , Pulitzer was established here, my son goes to McKinley Academy, I often try to avoid hitting the oafish louts that attend Roosevelt High, as they heedlessly stampede the traffic on Gravois. You can strut and saunter all you want, cock of the walk. We'll see just how much of a Roosevelt "roughrider" you can be clinging to ChillableRed's front end. I'm a HUGE fan of Jackson Pollock, and would appreciate the way your droplets of blood catch the dancing light on my windshield. I'm seriously considering attaching a cow catcher to my front end.