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Yep, another entry from a notebook – I didn’t date this one. I believe it to be either July 9, or 16…
So, I am sitting in the classroom and am only one of two persons present at this time. Three other students have stopped in and dropped off their texts and notebooks.
I sit in the rear of the classroom, beside a window. Well, a wall of windows, really. A glass wall I suppose you could say. A beautiful view looking down at the grounds. The lawn is beautiful and green, striped as well. I wonder how difficult it is for the landscapers to mow that lawn and keep an evenly striped pattern with so many trees out there. I can count twenty-plus trees through the view of this one pane of glass. I wonder how many trees lie on the entire campus grounds.
Another student has entered.
Now I am the only one present in the room. Wait–spoke too soon. One of the book’s owners has arrived. He seems to be an interesting fellow. I had to contain my laughter last week, when he questioned something that I thought was common knowledge. I believe the topic had been on “emo.” He had no clue what “emo” was, and was astounded when he heard of the dress and mannerisms of an “emo” person.
I’ll tell you one thing – there are a wide variety of personalities here.
It’s 5:45p.m. Fifteen minutes until class begins.
One student is hoping we get dismissed early.
I have yet to stay past nine o’clock in any of my classes.
That student and another are speculating what our evening will be like.
Nine of us now. Nine minutes to do to the six o’clock hour.
I have no real idea as to what I am doing at this moment.
Ah, one student brought their notebook PC. I wish mine wasn’t in pawn. I’d be bringing it to class as well. Oh well, when the quarter is nearly over, I shall have it again.
Six minutes now. Everyone looks so enthusiastic. Sarcasm. Such a wonderful thing. I really need to sit down and set out a plan when it comes to my notebooks and other materials for class.
Four minutes now.
Men are outside with leaf blowers, clearing the walks of grass clippings.
Two minutes.
Still nine students. No instructor.
I hate this notebook. Well, I have a strong disliking for it. Spiral-bound and no perforations.
Ah, the teacher has arrived, with thirty seconds to spare. She’s asked if anyone read an article that was handed out last week. Everyone shakes his/her head. I read it last week…

Yes, another handwritten entry, typed up later….
It is 5:33p.m. I am the only one in the room. There is only evidence of one other student thus far.
In other news, Diana is roaming the school. I got to eCampus, and when she came out, she informed me that Crystal would meet us at Sullivan and pick the kids up, so that she could come here and do homework. I don’t know whether Crystal has made it yet, for I have left Diana and the children outside, so that I may sit and wait for class to begin.
5:37p.m. Diana just came to tell me she’d be working in 235/236.
I am starving. I really haven’t eaten anything today. I had one of those stupid “Instant Lunches.”
5:40p.m. Twenty minutes. I can hardly contain my excitement.
So, I wonder where everyone is. They usually start filing in by now.  Maybe we just won’t have a class tonight. That would be awesome. Of course, it would be ridiculous for anyone to miss the night before loan overages are released. That’s one of the main reasons why I am here tonight. Well, that and I truly enjoy coming to class. I know – I’m weird.
5:45p.m. Tick-tock-tick-tock. Really, no ticking or tocking. Battery operated clocks. No real sound for that. I am having so much fun. I shiver with anticip–
–ation.
So, I’m supposed to be writing a paper on how one blogs. I have no idea how that will be interesting. It may prove to be difficult. The idea is that I am giving a process analysis. I think I’ll start by giving a brief history of blogging, and then list the types/variations, and choices of blog hosts one is faced with. Then I’ll go into the writing and posting process. I may then try to go into how blogs are submitted into searches and databases. I dunno. Sounds interesting to me anyway.
5:47p.m. and still no other signs of life. This is fairly odd. I wonder where that one talkative girl is. She’s here all day on Mondays. She has morning classes and this evening class. I can’t remember how many classes she said she was taking.
5:55p.m. The one guy popped in and back out. So, once again, I am the only person in the room.
5:59p.m. Just us two guys.
6:00p.m. Nobody. Hmmm….
6:01p.m. Ah, Laura is here. And it’s just us. Two students and a teacher. Well, I guess we really won’t be doing much of anything tonight. We’ll see in a few.
6:05p.m. Diana popped in – she told me she had to find another lab, for the one she picked was being used.

The following entry was originally written in class, and was transcribed at a later date.
I am sitting in the classroom. Currently I am one of two people occupying the room. But that is no matter – at least not a matter worthy of writing about. This makes the third? fourth? fifth? time that I have sat down in a class and started writing. The purpose of these writings are so that I may have more material to place in my blogs. I have yet to post anything. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never. I hate typing from my handwritten notes and journals.
A little less than fifteen minutes until the beginning of class.
I drew a smiley on the dry-erase board in the rear of the classroom. I wonder if anyone will notice.
I posted the text from the assignment I am turning in tonight.
Viewable on LJ and MySpace.
I am one of five students now.
I really didn’t wan to leave home this evening. I’m glad I did. I enjoy sitting in a class. School is fun.
Oh, dear God. I think that I have the longest paper in the class. One student just said that his paper two pages. One is guessing that hers is three and one-half pages – guessing because they didn’t format it correctly. My paper is ten pages.
I am tired. And hungry. And thirsty.
I left my bottle of Dasani in the car. Maybe I’ll get it in an hour.
Four minutes.
It seems that (based upon what I am overhearing) I am the only person in the class who gives a shit.
One minute. The instructor has entered.
One of five. The sixth is out there somewhere. Who knows what happened to the other five, or was it six?
Ah, two minutes passed the hour, and we have taken roll.
Turned in the papers.
Ah, number six just joined us. Four minutes passed the hour.
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6:57p.m. So we’re taking a break now. We’ve spent the last hour discussing the possibilities of the next writing assignment. What fun.
Now there is a discussion about a couple of teens who stole a cruiser in Frankfort, or something like that. The student that guesses that they wrote three pages apparently knows one of the teens. Small world.
So, now we’re getting back to work.
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Class dismissed at 7:50p.m.

So, I am supposed to be coming up with a paper for ENG101/Composition I.
I have got my idea. I have got an outline of sorts. I found some reference materials. All I need to do is sit down and start writing. Simple enough. For some reason, I haven’t though.
I’m going to be writing about blogging.
Fun.
Yes, I chose the topic. Freely. My own choice.
Here’s the catch. It’s a process analysis; meaning I am to give instruction on how to, and/or instruction on how it is done.
Yep. I’m crazy.
So, like, I’m going to write the paper for the novice, who has no clue as to what blogging is, or what the background is, or blah blah blah….
I may be in over my head. But, hey, I like a challenge.