Recycling

I used to feel bad because I never recycled. Now I recycle and I feel bad because I do. Somewhere over the past couple months I seem to have developed a distaste for the whole concept. I guess not really the concept itself, but sort of what goes along with it. I will throw it out in short because I don't feel like typing:

I have to pay to recycle. I also have to clean and separate everything.
I don't have a problem with the later, but why do I have to pay when I am essentially giving someone resources? Is it more expensive to have paper recycled than to cut down some tree and make it? I should have to pay for garbage pick-up and I should get paid for recycling. I assume the recycling industry is getting paid to pick it up and paid to get rid of it. On to the consumer side of things. I hate it when products are advertised as "made from recycled material" and then they're just as expensive or even more expensive than the regular product. They are trying to guilt-trip people into buying their product, all the while they are simply getting a huge deal on the manufacturing end. Now when I recycle instead of feeling all righteous like usual, I just feel like I am being suckered into some assembly line without even knowing it.

For the record, I still recycle, I am just not very enthusiastic about it. I am that way about a lot of things.

And Century college has free printer use. They just got a new one, it prints really fast. I wish they had one with the option of punching holes in it for the binder. That would save me about 10 seconds a day and I would probably be more enthusiastic about printing.

Naptime.
Mark

The Leg Bounce

It's cold here. And I have been very busy but things should cool down pretty soon...unless I get a job. I've noticed that I have been a little more irritable as of late, I attribute it to being extra busy, but that is probably not the case. It may be the cold. If someone else is irritable I just assume it's because they have a rotten personality.

This morning in A&P lecture the guy two seats down kept doing the leg bounce thing. I am sure there is a name for this, when you sit there and use your calf muscle to bounce your leg up and down really fast. It was shaking the entire table. My seat is connected to the table, thus I was shaking too. After about 20 minutes of leg bounciness I tapped him on the shoulder and let him know that he was shaking the whole table. He apologized and then he stopped. He proceeded to tell me how tired he was - apparently that has some connection to the leg bounce. Five minutes later it started again, but it stopped, then it started again and stopped. It went on like this for the rest of lecture. I kind of felt bad because I assumed that every time he realized he was doing it he felt kind of bad. I wanted to ask the physiology instructor why this kid kept shaking my chair.

This is the first lecture hall class I have had in a few years. I remember what I hate about them (besides the leg bouncers). I find it annoying that all the kids start sitting at the outside of the row and then work their way in. Then the people who show up 5 minutes before class (me) have to squeeze past all these fat kids with their coats and backpacks on the chairs while they try and scoot in and give me that disgusted "why didn't you show up 20 minutes ago" look. Then I give them my disgusted "why don't you mind your own business and scoot in or I'll hit your head with my butt as I pass by" look. Then of course other kids show up 10 minutes into class and have to crawl over all these people. It reminds me of getting off an airplane which I was planning on writing a blog about while I sat there on my way back from N.O. thinking about how the airplane exit has to be one of the most inefficient things ever. But then we just have to wait for our baggage so it doesn't really matter. I imagine that my next flight anywhere will be followed by a long rant.