Been under too long.

As that long departed famous jelly doughnut eater would say, "Thank you, thank you very much."  Finally, i am cruising up and down these Hallowed hallways, looking for the correct classroom.  Actually, This feels like the first time "I am in the groove".  Without being to obvous, i notice a large percentage of wayfaring  participants doing exactly the same thing i am doing.  Slide discreetly through appropriate door.  Find seat in the middle of the class, close to the EXIT sign. Classmates practically sitting on top of my lap learns Ban does wear off, Before the day wears on.  Figure clever method of transmitting common sense.  Low riders and thong underwear are such a nasty combination.  Especially when the student is sitting smake dab in front of me.  I make a curious observation after everyone picks their oasis for the upcoming two hours.  A portion of the class is prepared with pen and notebook on top of the desk.  The remainder of the class just fidgits. They remind me of chopping white onion pieces floating in congealed crisco. Yep, they are cooked, they are ready, they just do not know what they are ready for.  As for me and my notebook, we will do as we are told.  Mom used to drive me nuts with all her crazy quotes.  This time the tidbits of advice seem to fit just right. Take notes, lots of notes because that instructor is not here for an audition.  Ask questions, sort it out and pay attention.  Once you bind it all together and make it work you will recieve that golden chalice-a passing grade.  Then maybe you can poke your head out in the surf and breathe.