Ahhh, the good old days. Living in the Robinwood Apartments, a short walk from ARCC. Being able to wake up 5 minutes before class to get there on time. Only working 15 hours a week, and being able to enjoy the excitement of the cities.
Enjoy it while it lasts, kids.
Now, I live at home with my family of 5...both parents, two brothers, and a sister. All three sport athletes, the eldest brother in a relationship...with a snob girlfriend who is always over here and has fantasies about marriage (She is 16) and is always trying too hard to get on everyone in the family's good side to the point of pure dislikification. I live 40 minutes from school, take a 9:00 AM class (something I never even did at ARCC), and must leave my house by 8:00 to meet my car pool in Staples. Glorious Staples. We have just finished ruining our small, backwater town but placing a highway directly around it. After a summer of crappy construction, people are now beginining to realize that maybe it wasn't such a good idea. All the area busnieses and gas stations, all located on the old highway, are starting to see a decline in their sales. The only thing worse that could happen would be if Wally World waltzed it's way into town. (Which it almost did, I might add. It ended up in the town 20 miles west of us...our bitter sports rival, Wadena-Deer Creek...I'm sorry. The when-I-was-in-high-school-they-were-our-biggest-most-hated-sports-rival-but-I-wasn't-really-all-that-ibnto-the-rivalry-but-the-reason-I-hated-Wadena-so-much-was-because-I-failed-my-first-driving-test-there...rivalry)
I now work 45 hours a week (on average) at the local Care Center. The Care Center used to also have a hospital on the premesis, but they rebuild a couple miles outside of town, so all the higher-ups and administration members moved to the better facility, and seemed to forget all about us. We are always understaffed, and for all the crap we wipe up, we are certainly underpaid. They also turned the old hospital wings into an Alzheimers ward, and so there are always crazy people running around, whether it is all the PMS-ing women I work with, or the old guy who thinks that I am trying to shoot him, so he tries to wrestle the gun out of my hands (true story).
Nothing beats the glitz and the glamour of big city living. There are always concerts or sporting events or something exciting going on. There is little to none of that here. HS sports are the only glitz, and the concerts that Zeke's Rock Band (I'll explain in a later blog) is the only glamour. But HS sports talent, other than CC and Basketball, is down this year, and Zeke's Rock Band has spread to all corners of the state. Nothing ever happens here.
Nothing...
Nothing...
Nothing...
