The Rum Diary

I’m sitting in General Psychology and I cant help but feel like I’m in a modern day version of John Hughes “The Breakfast Club”.

A young guy just walked into class wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off as to accentuate his well toned arms. He looked the class in their face and made some sort of grunting noise. Like an animal in the wild trying the prove he is the alpha male in the pack. He must have been popular in high school, and I don’t think he’s been out of high school very long. He’s feeling out of sorts in this new environment and is trying extra hard to make the surroundings just as they were before. He’s trying too hard. He didn’t get the reaction that he wanted from the class however. You’re not in high school anymore athlete.

There’s a kid sitting behind me fidgeting with papers and books. When a girl came in and chose the seat next to him he moved as close to the wall beside him as he could. During a group assignment he speaks quickly and somewhat condescendingly. You can tell he’s very smart, but even more nervous. Also, he makes it outwardly known that he’d rather work alone. Sorry brain but you’re being tested and you need to try harder, it wont be easy but it will be worth it.

Across the room a girl sits prim and proper with long golden blond hair. I swear there could be a glare from her shiny lipstick when the light hits it. She’s wearing heels. There’s not much else to notice about this princess. Dressed in the finest and manicured to a T, but she seems abnormally bland. I hope for her sake that there is more than meets the eye.

Dewayne is sitting next to me, heavily tattooed and wearing a rosary and a wedding ring. He’s uncomfortable admitting that he had to take some time off from college and is just coming back for his third semester, he doesn’t say why. In the hallway after class he’s wearing dark tented aviators and is talking up a new girl with almost criminal intent for a married man.

Some might see me as a basket case. Starting college at 25, beginning a completly new path in life. Sitting here with my mental sponge trying to adsorb anything and everything I possible can. In the process observing others ever so closely. All I can say to that is, we make and see things how me want to.

“Does that answer your question?”