When I was in grade school, I rarely ever got to go to "Fun Friday."

Everyone in my 4th grade class had their name put on a card holder that was placed on the wall in the front of the classroom under paper letters reading "CONDUCT." This card holder had 5 different colored cards with grades written on each. At the beginning of the week everyone had the blue card with the letter "A" written on it. Every time someone would misbehave, they were asked to go change their card. I remember this to be extremely embarrassing and it happened often. By the end of the week, my card would usually be a "C", "D", or "F." The last hour of class on Friday, all of the 4th graders would be separated into the group that got an "A" or "B" and was entitled to hangout and play, while the bad students (me included) would sit in a separate room in silence. It wasn't that I was a bad kid. It's just that I didn't know when to talk and when to shut up.

I feel as if I've somehow lapsed into this 4th grader mindset.

Today I was asked to see my Sociology teacher after class. I had said something in all seriousness that he percieved as an attempts to be funny. After class he told me that what I said didn't matter, but how he percieved it. I politely disagreed with him and left. It took some time to cool off, and now I just feel like a reprimanded child. During my next class, College Algebra, I thought about how I could get back at him. I know... I won't contribute anymore to class discussion. Oh man. That would really make him mad!

Him: Please Josh, I beg you. Don't hold back in class discussion anymore. I can't bear the thought of you not speaking your mind.
Me: Sorry sir. You had your chance, but you blew it. Now you've got to suffer the consequences.

As he lies on the floor in the fetal position, I drop my $53 Sociology textbook on the ground and say: "I don't need this crap. I'm outta here." As the camera focuses on a pathetic looking professor it fades out and the scene ends.

While I'm thinking about how I'm going to make this happen, my Algebra teacher is explaining simple problems to the class as if we are either 10 years old or retarded.

I need to call my mom and ask her to start sending a quarter everyday so that I can by T.G. Lee Chocolate Milk. I feel like here at Santa Fe Community College, they are going to build a playground on campus and start having recess breaks between classes. Of course when they go out to the playground we will all hold on to a rope and stay in a single file line. We will be given animal crackers, cheeze-its and Country Time Lemonade for a snack and every Friday they will have a clown be on campus to do face painting and balloons.

I'm not a kid anymore. I don't go over to people's houses or apartments and ask them to come out and play. I don't have a Trapper Keeper, or one of those themed plastic lunch boxes with the the matching thermos. Before school starts I don't go to Wal-Mart with my parents to get "back to school supplies."

I hate being treated like a kid.