Back in the 603. Feels like I never left.

Cuz I didn’t. How’s it going internet? Last night I came back to Nashua because I needed to do a classroom observation for my Sociology class so today I went to my high school to observe my AP Psych teacher. Did that for about an hour and a half. I took 5 pages on notes on everything that happened in the class. 5 pages?! If I EVER did that in any of my high school classes I would have been such a better student.  Then I spent another hour hunting down old teachers. I got a lot of “Hey!! How are you? How’ve you been? How’s school?” with the occasional “What the hell are you doing here?” (Thanks, Rodriguez) But overall it was great to see all my old teachers again. It was really different talking to them when I’m not a student there anymore. It’s a lot more casual and I felt like I could speak more openly about whatever I wanted. They’re adults, they were our age before.

My freshman social studies teacher and I were talking about how college can be crazy because people don’t know how to control themselves. I said I know that Keene is a party school, in which she replied “Every school in New Hampshire is a party school.” Truer words have never been spoken. But the fact that people feel the need to go out literally every single night and get drunk, regardless of whether they have classes or not (and especially the ones that go out and get drunk then need to go to their 8am class) is absolutely ridiculous. My teacher also said she went to an all teachers conference and there were teachers hooking up and having affairs with each other.

Um, what?

These are our educators and they are knocking the boots with each other. It’s as if they think its college again. It’s not.  I know this is kind of unoriginal and kind of lame but they should act as role models for students, honestly. I know they have their own personal lives and they can do whatever they hell they want (or whoever the hell they want, though frowned upon) but you’re not in college anymore. That’s what we college educated members of society call a “no-no.”

Speaking of sex! As I was talking with my former Journalism teacher, Rodriguez, he was with a substitute who I’ve had a few times who would let us call him by his first name Kevin. After I told them I was at Keene, Kevin told us that Keene State where the most number of sexually transmitted diseases are contracted in New Hampshire schools. To which I calmly replied “OH MY GOD! AH!”

As I’m writing this I’m on my way back home, happily accompanied next to my guitar. I left it home when I first left for college because I wasn’t sure if I’d have room. I didn’t. But since I changed rooms from my old room I actually have room now so I’ll find a place to stick it. I’ve been having withdrawls from it. I’ve wanted to play it for so long but I haven’t had it in over a month.

So I asked my mom one of the most awkward questions I’ve ever asked her since “Where do babies come from?” and that was “Was I planned?” The way the whole conversation started was as follows:

“Mom I have a really awkward question and…”

“Oh god…”

“Don’t worry it’s not too bad and I think I have a right to know. Was I planned?” She immediately said yes. I’m honestly not sure how I would have felt if I wasn’t planned. She did say that there was a time after my parents got married that they never wanted to have kids. They waited 8 years to have me, but I was planned.

I know this is a long blog, but it’s been a few days. Don’t complain, you signed up for this.

On one final note, I was texting Allie and she asked when I’d be back at Keene. I told her “I don’t know when I’ll be home” and she said “You’re not home?” I realized I called Keene “home.” Whoa. Not sure what to say about that. I have been living there for over a month and I’m loving it, but I was not expecting to call it home. I almost have a few times before but always caught myself because I know its not home.

That’s about it for this entry. Thanks for sticking around. I love you. I would say in the least awkward way possible. But no.