Since June 6th I have been taking a pottery class at the Walla Walla Community College. I have heard it said of WWCC that "if you aren't drooling on yourself you can graduate." This was related to me by a former student of that institution, so I cannot say that I know more than they do about the general population of students, but let me give you my impression.
The majority of my class is filled with bitter middle-aged women who openly bash males as if I am somehow cannot hear their annoying parrot-like screeches from across the room. There is this one woman with a gnarly set of teeth that constantly says "that's just like a man to do this, that's just like a man to do that." She usually says this in response to some absent-minded thing that the class instructor does. Nevermind that he's 80 fucking years old, I'm sure he forgot to pick up a toothbrush because he's got a penis between his legs and it's his tendancy to forget things as a result. She keeps talking about a mystical husband who she's supposedly divorcing sometime in the near future, but the date keeps getting pushed back. I think it's the "my girlfriend lives in Oklahoma, and she's a model" routine myself, considering the set of chompers that I described earlier.
I am influenced by the media arround me, and I am currently watching the HBO western Deadwood, so I keep wishing that some old miner will walk into the pottery classroom and point to the woman, saying "You killed my brother!" and then...Well, there ain't no laws in Deadwood.
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