balding angrily

I’m taking an American Literature class. It’s a community college course, lasts only 11 weeks, and the readings for it are easy enough. The teacher is my age and somewhat frustrating in that he is easily derailed by off-topic lobs thrown by a New York Geriatric that sits in the back.

I’ll call him Professor X because it makes me think that he might have super powers.

Professor X: So, Jefferson and Hamilton had this contentious relationship…they still wanted a Union, but they wanted it in different ways.
NY Geriatric: Why did Hamilton get his head on the $10 bill and Jefferson’s on a nickel?
Professor X: …
Class: …
NY Geriatric: I guess that shows who won THAT fight.
Professor X: Actually, they came to a compromise…
NY Geriatric: I guess they were never married.
Professor X: …
NY Geriatric: They would’ve learned to compromise.
Professor X: This is off the subject, but you know that Jefferson actually had quite a few relationships…
NY Geriatric: Did he have a dog?
Me: If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to beat you with your dentures.

So, besides class, I’m still in a funk about the Aptitude Testing. I feel upside-down…both trapped and with too many possibilities. When I think about scenarios to get out of my situation, my mind races, and I lose sleep. I’m impatient with myself for being so flimsy and frozen.