How do I manage to breathe?

7:00 A.M. Off to school, grab my backpack, Ipod, keys, wallet and sport clothing bag. A steady pace towards the bus stop, so I won't miss my bus. Direct sight of busstop, it's not there yet. Reached the bus stop I can stare for some time in peace. Bus comes in a couple of minutes later, I take my seat, thinking this day is going to be a smooth ride. As the bus flows with the scenery consisting of sheep and cattle I drift away in my own thoughts, my Ipod seems to read my mind and plays soft tunes as I am not awake or in any mood for angry loud music. We get to the stop where I need to switch to the subway. I get out and grab my backpack and walk towards the stairs that will guide me to the subway. One minute. It seems my subway connection is going to be smooth as well. Wait, didn't I have a bag with sports clothing? Where is it, did I put it on the ground? No, I didn't. So where can it be? Still in the bus! I run down the stairs not knowing where to find the bus that already left. So many busses at this hour I can't seem to find it, has it already left?

This is the part where my funny bone sets in and I went of to the local bus drivers who were sitting at what could be described as a lunchroom, I only see a shithouse. 'Excuse me, does anyone know where the 171 is currently stationed?' 'No, I don't know, do you know?' 'No I am baffled by this question as much as you.' 'People usually never come down to talk to us, this doesn't fit with the procedure.' LOOK THERE! IT'S A CONNEXXION GUY, GO ASK HIM! Sadly he wasn't much of a help either as he barely knew what bus he was driving himself, so I was back to square one. I looked around some more, when I hit a bus with 172, one that also comes past my street. That particular bus driver referred me to the phone number on the back of her bus. I called that phone number hoping it would help me, alas the bitch on the other line only referred me to yet another phone number. I decided from that moment it would be best to just go to school and fix this mess when I have some more time.

At this time I was already predicting the responses from my class mates when we would have gym class. My response to their obvious question would have been: My sports clothing is currently sightseeing the Hoeksche Waard (my region) and is not available for use. I never put it to use though and just said it in a normal way. Luckily my gym teacher believed me and I just sat out the two hour course. One bright light at school was the return of my English test which I passed with a fifty-four out of sixty points. No extra lessons for me, that part is reserved for only one guy in mine class. 'Haha! You suck at teh Engrish!' 'Weren't you the one who left his sports clothing in the bus?' 'BASTARDS!'

The school day ended at 5:00 P.M. I take the subway and bus to my home. Once in the bus I look a bit around me - yeah quite frankly I was hoping to find my sports clothing and bag on the spot where I left it - I guess the sight seeing tour already ended. I'm ready for some angry music now, my Ipod once more reads my mind and sets of a slew of angst and angry lyrics. I could excite myself with the fact that the biggest treat still lies ahead: my parents. They know how to patch you up when you fuck up. You know me from description, multiply it by two and you have my dad. As predicted he sets of with a wild variety of jokes that hit the past, because it sure as hell isn't the first time that I have lost something, to the more actual jokes of my bag being found by the bombsquad and blown up as a precaution. Then he reminds me that replacing the sports clothing is going to cost me dearly. 'No dad, I had no idea we use money in this world! Thanks for reminding me!'

How was your day? Mine was fan - fucking - tastic.

The first few days at school

After a long absence I have once more started studying my way through many books in the hope that I once will graduate and be able to act out an profession I like. The first week of school is in progress and I already like it a lot more than University, which ironically happens to be the neighbor of the school I currently reside in. I don't feel as disconnected as in my previous study, perhaps because it isn't so massive. After all, I did go back to the structure of classes consisting of only thirty people as opposed to the hundreds of my previous study.

Yet the enjoyment doesn't stop with only the classmates. Oh hell no! It carries on with the teachers, because I happen to come across a special breed. The first one is your typical do-gooder teacher who wouldn't be able to keep order in a class full of toddlers. Sounds familiar? Well this one has a twitch: everytime he speaks it looks like he is having a seizure and his eyes move to the corners of his eyelids. It's either that or him teaching is so orgasmic for him that he ejaculates once a minute. The latter one would make more sense, because he smiles a lot; a creepy big smile that wouldn't look bad on a psychopath. 'Dr. Semen has come, are you ready to receive what he giveth you?'

Lucky me it doesn't stop there as today I was treated to the next fruitcake. All looked normal at first while he was teaching, but with the first sentence that was way out of context I quickly realized that I love this guy. 'I get a bit nervous around new people and I don't know any of you' 'This is the book we will be using, but I already said that twice, see that I am nervous!' Even more funny was his remark to some job descriptions. When we hit treasurer, he exclaimed that he would love to be a treasurer because it sounds better than teacher. 'This may sound a bit weird though!' 'NO SHIT SHERLOCK!' Once he left the room I noticed something that made this experience beyond terrific, the guy was walking on sandals. Who in his right mind - mid twenties, mind you - would walk on sandals!? I guess it goes with the wacky character.

I hope tomorrow brings me even more eccentric types whom I can laugh about. If I didn't know better I would say that I study comedy instead of accountancy. At the very least this is an omen of good fortune and jolly years to come and hell I didn't even fall asleep in classes this time around. That was something that did happen to me on university. I still think I should be hold blameless for those incidents, because those teachers were just so damn boring compared to these. If I could give an advice to the universities it would be to hire some fruitcakes to spice up their colleges.

Three cheers for sweet revenge.

Where I failed at Lowlands I received a second chance at the Melkweg in Amsterdam for the band My Chemical Romance. Overjoyed and excited I first had to do some other stuff that day. Like an introduction day of the Hogeschool Rotterdam, it made me set my alarm clock to six o' clock which as all our youngsters know is way too early to be doing anything besides sleeping. I practically slept the whole bus ride to the remote location where all the (fe)male bonding had to ensue and was awake when we arrived. The rest of the day consisted of - some more than other - team sports on water, after all this is Holland we are talking about. I enjoyed myself meeting the people whom I am going to spend three years with, the weather was really nice and the tasks were fun to partake in. The only thing that put a little dent in the day was a kid on a bike that was coming straight at me. Naturally I was thinking no way in hell am I going to step aside, so I pushed him off of his rampant course. Which naturally pulls the trigger of those type of guys - yes it was a foreigner, yes he added to the stigma of Moroccans. I just walked on when he was shouting at me, but then I was reminded to the fact that these kind of people do not hesitate to attack you from the back. I turned around, answering to his gibberish as to why I pushed him from his path. Because he was obviously too dense to understand the logic of me not meshing with his bike and if I had not done what I did we would have collided. After I had my say I turned around and walked on. All bark and no bite.

Then the fun part started, because we were in a traffic jam and time was running out and on top of that my friends were getting impatient. Luckily I arrived in the nick of time, because the train arrived as soon as we stepped up the station. The trip all the way to the Melkweg consisted mainly of sleeping, some walking, grabbing fast-food and more walking. We finally arrived there at half past eight where we could enjoy the support act. Which with each number became more and more a routine. Lots of screaming little diversity, but those guys wasn't why I was there in the first place so no biggie. After they left the stage we had to wait for a few minutes until the banner was pulled up and there they finally were. At long last a band I actually knew every bloody song of and I enjoyed their presence thoroughly. The quirky lead-singer with all his strange movements and weird stories added to the show in a good way. Because let's face it Mikey - as he is called - isn't that far of the psychiatry ward. Where the show of the support act couldn't advance soon enough this one ended too soon, but that's a given.

The trip back wasn't that special apart form the fact that the red light district had taken the privilege to seat itself in our wagon. A guy and a girl were exchanging kisses after each word they said to each other. Extremely annoying for me, because once more I was trying to catch some shuteye. I ended up in bed fatigued, but satisfied: 'Three cheers for sweet revenge!'