But Anyway...

I realized this morning, after taking my final for my summer school class that I haven't even mentioned that I'm in school. It's taking up quite a bit of my time, so I can't believe that I haven't at least described the 9th circle of hell I'm paying good money to be in. Granted it's only one class, but, trust me, it's SO full of character.

I'm taking Government 2302 at Houston Community College.

My teacher is named Dr. Apanda. Like a panda bear. Also, I can't understand a damn word he says. He's from the DRC which, if you don't know, is the Democratic Republic of the Congo. He's about as easy to understand as Franck Egglehoffer in "Father of the Bride". So, children, let this little golden nugget of knowledge sink in: my American public policy teacher is Congolese. Ohhh, yes.

Let me also say that I had an incredibly stellar Political Science teacher last semester, so this transition was first like being taught by Denzel Washington circa "Remember the Titans" to being taught by Precious Jones and may or may not have sent me into epileptic shock.

Another element, and probably the most important, is my friend Khoa. And by friend I actually mean I can't stand him. He is from Japan and is constantly insisting that he is right about everything. Why is he right about everything? Because he "studied with a government professor who has been involved in American policy for 30 years". I can't help but think, though, that all Khoa really did was take another community college class from some really old Political Science major. He's legitimately the most hostile person I've ever met. Even more hostile than I am, and that's not an easy task, I'll tell you that.

He insisted that Ben Bernanke was printing to much money and single-handedly destroying our economy. Who knows how to fix it? Well, Khoa of course! He then goes in to a really long explanation about how we should print less money and only give it out to businesses that the government knows is going to succeed (genius!) and that way the economy would be consistent or something because that's how they do it in Germany and Russia. He knows everything and I feel blessed to be in his presence 2 hours a day 5 days a week.

Anyway, guys, this is a pretty crappy blog post now that I read over it, but I figured I should post SOMETHING since I've been out of commission for a while.

Thanks for reading everyone,

Sydney

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