Because I Need More Education

As I inhale the free snack provided after the 2-hour orientation, seated alone on a bench across the building where most of the other new students were, I realized how far I was from everybody. I observed how each stranger sat next to another stranger and just seconds later, they start chattering about.

Today was a long day. I am officially a student again.

I've been anxious about the enrollment because it's the same time the ID picture is taken. That's all fine and good except they required us to be shot in a long-sleeved shirt (in a plain, solid color that would look prominent against a beige background) with a tie. First of all, I didn't know how to tie a tie. Then I realized I also didn't have any shirt that fit the description.

So off I went to Greenbelt yesterday. It's the first time I went to a mall in quite a long time. After getting this simple shirt in eggplant from Topman, I decided to walk around. It's funny how I spent so much time in SM supermarket, Dimensione and Ace Hardware! It's so Nate Berkus and Martha Stewart rolled into one! Anyway, when I got home, I learned how to do a half windsor thanks to YouTube.

Fast forward to this afternoon; I was in the men's room struggling to secure the top button of my shirt. I swear I almost choked myself doing it. Did my neck get fat? After about 30 people took what could have been my spot in the line, I was able to get the button through the whole. And boy did I tie that knot very well---blood circulation be damned! Now I wish I could say I worked it in front of the camera. But my picture isn't even GQ cover material. It was just OK. Oh well.

Sitting there didn't feel pathetic surprisingly, although a part of me regretted that I didn't mingle with the rest of the students. Then I figured I have at least a year to get to know these bitches so I called my mom instead and joked about how I wasn't able to enroll because the money wasn't enough.

This ought to be an interesting learning experience. Wait... I'm not the graduate school version of Cady Harren, am I?


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