Like School in Summertime

Oh, back to school, back to school, to prove to Dad that I’m not a fool. I’ve got my lunch packed up, by boots tied tight. I hope I don’t get in a fight.

That’s right, I am no longer a college dropout. I’m going back. Rodney Dangerfield aint got shit on me. Granted, one of the courses I am taking this summer is Bowling. I couldn’t justify moving into a house with it’s own bowling lanes unless I start bowling over 200. I’m also taking a course called Improving the Electorate. Since I’m already working on that, I figured I might as well get credit for it.

I can’t say I’m looking forward to sitting through Math lectures again. But I’ve been without class for long enough.