JW goes back to School

I hate fucking school. I have been a shitty student my whole life. Not grade wise. I am smart enough to get a B in any class I want without doing any work. I’m just a dick student. I sit in the back and do the crossword or stare at the clock, trying to magic it into speeding up. I analyze the loopholes in the  syllabus so I can figure out how to not do any of the assignments, have zero class participation, and still wrangle a decent grade from the teacher, who will hate me by the end of the quarter.

So it is with a decent amount of surprise, even within myself, that I am VOLUNTARILLY  GOING TO CLASS TODAY. I have signed up for a 5 day intensive Spanish class to try and re-activate the old Espanol.  I remind myself that this should be a piece of cake, because I already went up to espanol Cinco at age 16, tweve years ago. I just need to dust the cobwebs off the shelves in the back of my brain and I’ll be able to wax fluent with the little Bolivian bitches who rob me every time I buy veggies and they overcharge my ass.

That alone, may keep me focused for the first 10 to fifteen minutes.