The Dylan Chronicles - The College Years Part II

Fortunately for my English professor, and for myself for that matter, I have not had another dream about English. The semester is still young though.

I was having a bad case of the Mondays my second week.

After scoring a deal on a camera from James, my biker shorts wearing friend from West Hollywood, I thought I was all set for my photography class on Monday. When I got to class and I took my camera out to check the light meter, I noticed the lens was not focusing. I took a closer look and saw that I had somehow dented the lens. James' flimsy arms were no comparison to the flimsy case he had given me to hold my camera. I must have set the camera down to fast while in it's case, causing it to dent and ruin my lens. I was sad. Sad because I needed a new lens. Sad because I knew that I wanted to blame James but I was the culprit. Sad because I could not take photos until I got the lens fixed and who knows how much that might cost.

I left class however, determined to right this wrong.

When I got home, it was already about a million degrees out. Life seems hotter when you wear a helmet. All I wanted to do was relax for a minute and recollect my thoughts. Of course my mom had her own agenda. She asked me to drive her to run some errands. I always say yes to mom since she is almost 70 and almost blind.

I got home with enough time to take a little nap and catch up on my Judge Judy. I took off to English class after that.

English was, as always, interesting. It is interesting to hear what people think about the same thing you are reading. We were put into groups on Monday. In our groups we had to collectively come up with a portrait of what we thought an essay we read by Plato meant to us. It was a good collaboration effort on all our parts. Our homework that night was to write on the blogosphere our opinion on Homonyms by Giorgio Agamben.


On Tuesday I found a seller on craigslist selling the same camera I had just purchased from my buddy James with two lens, a carrying case, and some other goodies. I decided to buy this bundle since I needed to have a working camera by Wednesday. I figure I can sell the extra camera to one of my fellow classmates.

As far as my English homework, this is where it gets froggy....

I did not write anything right away. I waited till the next day. I had an idea of what I wanted write. I just needed a way to put it into words. I then wrote and posted on the blogosphere.

It was deleted.

A few minutes later I received an email from my professor saying he had deleted my post and explained why. I was furious. I felt like I was being censored. My first reaction was that I was going to drop the class. I did not think it was fair.

On Wednesday, photography was a breeze. I had not bought any film so I swindled a classmate for a roll for five dollars. I would later find out that I was the one being swindled. The same roll cost two dollars at the camera supply shop.

After photography class I went home and was adamant (I just realized that Adam Ant is the same as adamant!) on my views being wrong. I was still very upset at the events that had transpired hours before. I went to English class ready to get chewed out in front of my peers for what I had written. When I got to class, the professor briefly spoke about what had gone on on the blogosphere. He did not mention any names. I was pleasantly surprised because I was ready to get up and walk out. But I didn't have to. After his short lesson on ethics, we were back on track with Homonyms again.

At the end of the class the professor read a few what he calls "diagnostics" that we had all written about ourselves. He said he was reading the ones that were As and Bs. He read mine. He stated that my diagnostic was like a movie. It was inspiring to hear that.

After class I went home and wrote my professor an email, apologizing for my blogosphere antics.

Here we are now on the brink of a new week. Who knows what this week will bring. Hopefully some good stuff to write about. If not then I will just keep bring James back up.

Cheers