The Responsible Thing

Just got back from class. We got out early tonight, right after watching a movie, The Battle of Algiers. Interesting movie--interesting in the way French sub-titled movies about history are interesting. Sadly, I am a notorious nerd and really liked it. I am the kind of person who smiles and nods during films when the underdog gets away with something, or beats the cruel, evil oppressor. So I smiled and nodded a few times (and watched some of my classmates do the new-aged doodling--you know, googling on their smart phones!

I think the reason my professor let us out early is because we had to turn in our first essay assignment. Five pages on what assumptions and perceptions brought about the Cold War. And how the "Third World" countries figured into the bipolar world that developed. Fun stuff. And frankly, I'm a little afraid to get this paper back. It may very well be the worst paper I've written. Sadly, I spent a pretty good deal of time on it, too. Well, at least I finished it. (I'm guessing the 1/3 of my classmates who didn't show up tonight, did not.)

The good news about tonight was we got our first quiz back. A map quiz. I received 100%! I now know where almost every European, African, and Asian country is located. And some Oceans, major Seas and Gulfs, too! So I decided to celebrate on the way home. My first stop was the pizza shop. That's right, a hot slice so I didn't have to make dinner when I got home. So I get back in my car and...my car doesn't start. (Right now I could explain a bit about the hoopde I'm driving, or show a picture of me with my car, but I'll save that for another time.) I eat my slice in my car, say some prayers and--viola, it starts! (Still a little caught up with French from the film.) So I decided to do the responsible thing.

I stopped at a party store (Okay, maybe not so responsible) and tried to buy a couple of looseys. (A loosey, as I discovered while living in New York, is a bottle of loose beer--you don't have to buy a six pack when you only want one beer.) No luck, no looseys at this party store, so I bought a six pack, which should last me into summer. (Or maybe not since I'm now living a 20 something lifestyle?)

A New Day, A New Blog

I am out of practice, so far as blogging goes. Well, come to think of it, I'm out of practice with a lot of things...but I digress. I started a blog back when I moved to New York in 2008. It was a great way to keep in touch with family and friends, and I learned that it was a great way for me to process the many things that were happening in my life. You can check out my old blog,
A Michigander Grows in Brooklyn, at http://amichigandergrowsinbrooklyn.blogspot.com/ if you want. (Although, I think it's just my ego that thinks you'd want to do so.)

I moved back to Michigan last summer, and even though a wrote a couple of posts, I didn't get back into blogging regularly. But I have realized lately that I really miss it. So after coming up with a new name that suits my present circumstances better, I am back at it.

Not much time to write today, I'm off to my first class at WSU (Wayne State University.) Yes, at the age of 45, I am attending my first university course--just one of the ways I'm Living My Backward's Life.