First week of school

Tuesday was my first day back as a full-time student at PCC. I haven't been a full-time student since I started working. Now that I'm not working, I went back. Interesting thing happened on the way to school. I was at the intersection where I get onto the 5 freeway and the truck in front of me went. As he was making the left turn, two long flats of wood, a lawn mower, and something else fell out of the bed of his truck. Fortunately, I wasn't moving and was able to stop before I hit one of the things that fell out. The lawn mower however rolled across the intersection! The guy got out and collected his items. By then I was completely stopped since the light had turned red right after everything fell out of his truck.

My first class of the day was photojournalism. Maybe I didn't read the description correctly, but when I signed up for the class, I thought it was to learn about photojournalism. You know, the inception, the rules, what photojournalism is all about. Here's the online description from the PCC website
"Picture series, essays and stories with assignments on various college publications. Historic and current trends in photojournalism and contemporary publications"
Guess I didn't expect to be taking photographs for the school paper when it says "various college publications." Yikes!

My other class is an English class. On Thursday, we took a little quiz about the assigned reading from Tuesday night. After the quiz, we took a break. I overheard one guy ask another guy about something. He was leaving early to go to a game. I asked him what game he was going to. The Dodger game, of course. I asked him where he was sitting, he said front row, loge. I told him I was sitting in the field level that night. But I wasn't leaving early. I wanted to. I ended up staying and wishing I had left early as well.

Saturday was the class meeting for my online class. When I first signed up for it, I couldn't find the information about when the first meeting was supposed to be. So, I e-mailed the professor. He replied back and said it was on Saturday, September from 9:30-11. I showed up a little late and about ten minutes into the class I started wondering if I was in the right class. There were a handful of student assistants walking around. So, I asked one of them because he kept coming up to me and asking if I needed any help. I understood what the professor was doing with excel... but I was just confused about being in the right class. I was right. I was in the wrong class. I pulled up the online schedule and there it was:
"No. 2608: Online. TWO on-campus meetings. Orientation:Saturday, September 5, 1:15-2:15pm in R216. Studentsenrolled in this section MUST come to the first classsession to obtain information regarding the class, OR YOUMAY BE DROPPED. Final Examination: Saturday, December 18,1:15 - 2:15pm in R216. The remaining class hours will beheld ONLINE. Student needs to have easily availableInternet access to complete this course."

What a first week back this has been! What did I end up doing? I went shopping! Well, just a little. I stopped by the store I used to work for (well, the location in Pasadena anyway since my store is now closed) and chatted with some of the managers there who I know. I bought a top that was on sale that I had liked when I was working in Glendale. Then I went to Borders and found a few bargain books. It was buy two get the third free. So, I got a baseball quote book, a sketchbook (for my scrapbook), and another little sports quote book. By then I was hungry and knew what I wanted. Spaghetti. Pasta. Something along those lines. See, years ago, I would've just gone across the street from PCC to Coffee Club and got spaghetti. They closed about a year or two ago. No more. I went to the PCC cafeteria to see if they were open and had spaghetti. Yes it was open, but the grill was closed. I ended up with pizza.