The First Day
I was a baby in the 60's, a kid in the 70's, and a teenager in the 80's. I am now 42 years old, and I'm a college student. Again. Today was the first day of class. Now, I'm usually not a big believer in portents or omens, but the first thing I saw this morning when I went outside was a loose pit bull. I managed to retain my calm, said "Hello, Dog!" in the most cheerful and non-threatening way possibole, and quickly got a closed door between me and him. He had a collar on, and seemed gregarious and inquisitive - if he were almost any other breed, I wouldn't have been concerned. He hung around until boredom overtook him. It was only later that I thought of him as a spookily accurate and possibly hilarious predictor of the upcoming semester and year - a happy pit bull who thinks he's playing as he's really tearing your face off. I went to class. I am pretty sure I was the only one there wearing mirrored aviator shades and who listens to Siouxsie a...