Two weeks now into my return to classes -- having yet to even have done any homework, as I haven't bought my books yet -- I've realized a couple of things about my own academic journey, here. For one, I really am a bit of a know-it-all. That is to say, in entering a class at the start, I begin with an attitude that challenges the instructor to present me with anything they may be able to teach me that I may actually find useful or interesting at all. You know, just because you know stuff doesn't mean it's stuff worth knowing.

In light of this, I am markedly unenthusiastic thus far into the semester. The class I must go to now is the second-go-round at one of the classes I Withdrew from in Spring semester. Yep, the fun never ends.

Oh, it suddenly finally hit me why I can seem kind of threatening or intimidating to instructors at first, too. With as much modesty as one can have while explaining such things: I do appear physically imposing enough in the first place, and I'm actually quite attractive, and to top it off I carry myself as if I'm goddam brilliant. You know, I realized that my manner in observing and participating in group discussions was -- well, really almost kinda condescending. Like, "I'll play along, but we all know we won't discuss anything really interesting ... because you all just don't have the balls.