Back to Ol' B.U.

Oh, snap. 

(That’s not a “me” kind of phrase, is it?)

Whether it fits me or not, I’m back at college. B-E-T-H-E-L University. Bethel, in Hebrew or something, means “The House of God.” Even though I love a lot about this university, I would probably call it something different if I was in charge of naming it. But that’s something completely different that belongs on another ranting blog—not this non-ranting blog I promised it would be.

Unfortunately this year I didn’t come to school tanned, bulked-up, or sexier (which has been my fervent goal ever since I was old enough to care).  I wonder if anyone else had that mindset at the end of each school year. This summer I’m going to get muscular, tanner, I’ll get a new hairdo, my teeth will be whiter and straighter…I’ll be a completely different person! Maybe I’ll even have a girlfriend slung under my arm to strut into school with.

Needless to say, I’m still my skinny, pale (scratch that—farmer’s tan-clad), dorky self.  

[Remember me? I look like an anorexic Doug Funny.]

Anyway. The point is: I’m back, and I’m ready to actually succeed in my third year of college.

I realized a while ago that I have not received an “A” as a final grade in a serious class (by “serious” I mean not Gym or something like that) since middle school.  My mom would tell you, “Listen, it’s not that he can’t get A’s…he just doesn’t work hard enough."

And that’s true, I guess.

Jeez, I hate it when my mom’s right.

So it’s my goal this semester to receive an A as a final grade in a serious class.  I’ll let you know how this objective pans out.