Many Things.

Where to begin?? School. School is good. I arrived on campus a half an hour early the other day to get a good parking place, and to get settled into my seat in plenty of time. I was 5 minutes late to class. I had to park in a not-really-a-parking-space, just a mite of unclaimed land next to a fence surrounding a construction site that I could barely squeeze into. The teacher informed us that we'd be using a program called Blackboard. She asked if everyone was familiar with it. I could only assume she didn't mean the kind of blackboard with chalk that is familiar to me. (Did I mention I'm not 18?) I'll figure it out.
I have a whole new respect for full-time college students. The parking is beyond preposterous! The textbook prices are outrageous! The campus itself is intimidating! And on top of it all, life doesn't stop! You still have all the stressful situations you had before school--now you just have less time to deal with them.
Speaking of stressful situations, I was very uncomfortable at home last night, as it appeared I may have gotten myself a stalker. I'm still looking over my shoulder and doing perimeter checks around the house periodically. You see, there was this salesman, and based on the fact that I wasn't entirely rude to him, I think he thought I wanted to use his service. I know this because just a few minutes after I hung up with him, a secretary from his company called to confirm my "appointment." I told her there had never been an appointment. I had not agreed to that at all. A few minutes after hanging up with her, the salesman called me, sounding as if he were on the verge of tears, telling me he was in big trouble, and might loose his job. I told him I did not believe one call would put his job in jeopardy, but I'd be happy to talk to his boss if that were the case. I thought it best not to add that with his theatrical skills, he should have no trouble finding a new job.
The dramatic salesman episode reminded me that the Bible says that the love of money is the root of all evil. This guy had lied to me, lied to the secretary, and then called me again at home, all because he wanted my money. How many friends have I lost by not wanting to buy something from them? I don't see my friends as walking dollar signs, and I don't want to be seen that way. Even some of my family members can't see me without trying to sell me something. I don't like this new world. I don't like a world where people try to manipulate you into buying something you don't want. I don't like that this crazed salesman probably has access to my home address. What I do like is seeing people face to face, and connecting as human beings with no strings attached.