Time for the O2 mask

It is quite possible that i have given myself a pat on the back way to soon this morning.  Kids are fed, dressed and on their way to school.  The babu is secure and in safe hands until my class is over.  I mad a quick stop at the corner gas station for a pick me up.  Now with Mountain Dew in hand and the SUV on cruise, i am on the raod again.  My first real week of college studies and i can not wait!!  After carefully maneveuring my car into the fast disappearing parking spots, i turn my car off in complete and utter amazement.  Oh sure, there are tight, quaint groups of college groupies migrating towards some unknown point of enterance.  The most intriging folks appear to be in robot phase.  Depart vehicle with backpack hanging, shake head to alert frontal lobe and open eyes, trod in unison to some point of no return.  OH MY GOSH!!! I am positive i am not in Kansas anymore.  At least i am able to blend in with my current fashions on display.  It appears i may be minus a few tiny blings on my body.  No face piercings that dangle, blink or catch snot from my nose.  No tatoo to express my religious beliefs, deceased pets, or poetry calligraphy of redundit thoughts of words.  It is just me.  I did not spike my hair, shave my head to make a statement.  I also did not arrive braless or with shiny toenails .  I came to learn, ingest education that may just require a little help from an oxygen mask.