My life thus far

So a quick recap of my last eighteen years: I was born in Charlotte, lived near there for a while, then Dad got a job in Polk County (isn’t it interesting how life repositions people here?) and I’ve been here ever since. I went to Middle School, Elementary School, and then High School—in that order—and then I got a job, and now I’m in college. Simple enough, right?
False. One of the weird things about college is how, like, difficult the transition from going to a high school class to going to a college class is. I’m not talking about the actual classes themselves—their insane, antagonistic difficulty that haunts your dreams and prohibits you from being a normal, loving human being is a given—I’m talking about physically getting to class.
See, I have class at 8:00 a.m. Every other day. This is officially an issue for me. Don’t, please, remind me of how I’ve gotten up at 6:30 every morning for thirteen years to go to school. That didn’t count, because I could get in a car and be protected from the elements, save for the thirty-odd seconds that it took me to get from the car to school. Life goes on, and we have to go on with it. I now get up at 7:00, take a shower, get dressed, forego breakfast in favor two pop-tarts (cinnamon chocolate flavor please; don’t give me any of that fruit-flavored nonsense, because when it’s this early, my tastebuds can’t handle that shock), brush my teeth, and grab a juicebox or two for the road. Total time: about thirty minutes, given that I have to usually wait for the shower, and half the time is spent packing up my stuff and worrying about whether I should bring a sweatshirt or not.
Getting up on time is, as you can see, not a problem for me. However, I have to walk fifteen minutes to my nearest class, and at 7:45 in the morning in late October, global warming and Al Gore’s Nobel Prize notwithstanding, it’s still pretty darned cold. And what happens when the drought temporarily stops on a day like today and it’s raining? Cold rain is worse than the Third Reich in my opinion. So starting around mid-November, I may just stop going to class.
Also, a sneak preview of the next column, because I’m just so darned excited about it: On Saturday night, I’m going to a concert. Which concert? Well, I’m glad you asked. I’m going to see Eve, Lil’ Boosie, the ubiquitous Soulja Boy, and Lil’ Wayne, who touts himself these days as “The Best Rapper Alive.” If you’re my age or are in any way connected to YouTube, you have definitely heard of Soulja Boy. His song “Crank Dat (Soulja Boy)” is number one on the pop music charts. Its infection beat and the fact that there’s a dance that goes along with it has captured the collective consciousness of America. Naturally, I can’t stand him. On the other hand, Lil’ Wayne is really, really good, and I’ve always wanted to go to a rap concert. Next column, I shall have a full report for you all.
Current Jam: “Buy U A Drank” by T-Pain. A former number-one hit, this song is pretty bad until you listen to it about a million times, and realize that its singer, T-Pain, is a genius. Between his vocorder and his pleas that he just wants to buy a girl a drink (which he mispronounces “drank;” hence, the title of the song) and then take her home, you’ve got to hand it to him. He makes a darn good argument when he says, “I know the club close at three. . . .what’s the chances a-you rollin’ wit me?” I mean, who wouldn’t roll with him?