Perpetual B-student

My second week of Publishing Program has ended (I should think of a more riveting sentence... think of a good hook to hook in your reader... start with a funny anecdote... but keep it simple...). Lots of info in a short amount of time.... my head is buzzing... how do they cram all that gram? How did that question ever make any sense.

Anyway, I've had some assignments back. I've had pretty "Class Average" marks. I want to excel, damnit. But then, I don't "put in that extra mile" to get the good grades. Sigh. Why can't I just stand out based on my good looks... Honestly, sometimes I feel kind of stuck which sucks. I can't leap over that wall of averageness. I feel like I'm good at a lot of things, but not really great at that many things. I can get by, but that's not really good enough.

In other news, I've decided to re-route myself and take a different bus route. I take this one bus which goes down "the Poor People" street (it's not judgmental if it's true) and a shitload (literally!) of smelly people get on that bus. And now twice I've had to sit beside people who smell like sweat and garbage. Argh! And you know, I know that this happens. I am not trying to be mean, but being trapped in a stink cell, trapped between a wall and a stink lump of a person, really, really, sucks. But I try to be nice. I try to stick it out. I don't want to get up and move.

BUT! Here's a fun tale: So this guy (let's say he's large. Let's say he's massively overweight. Let's say, the bus seats are not equipped for his size) gets on the bus and yeah he's big and that's fine. I can deal with large people sitting next to me. it's fine, it's fine. but! You cannot come in and try to get square footage in my bus seat! Who are, fat Christopher Columbus? Honestly, we should be able to put up mini bus-fences so people DO NOT CROSS THE SEAT LINE. Annoying. It's like really... Do I really want to ride with your big ol' arm jabbing my gut? no. No I do not. Personal space, people! I like mine a whole lot. So he falls asleep, halfway into my bus-seat property and I'm pissed. Do not touch me with your cigarette-smelling jacket. So, I create a "Purse barrier". What to do when you want to keep people out? You build fences. I learned from my Chinese peeps that building a great wall is where it's at. So I put my purse between us (apologizing to my purse for the smell it has to endure) and slowly push him OUT OF MY PROPERTY. This becomes thrilling. It's like sweeping... I push... and push. and.... go to far. He nearly falls out of his seat! Embarrassing (for both of us).

He gets off a few stops earlier (I don't think because of me). And even though I feel bad, the thing is, I don't really. I don't go on the bus to be sat on.

I'm a good person, really.