After I graduated high school, I went to a community college briefly.

I went to Delta College in University City (yes that was it’s fucking name), Michigan.

We referred to Delta as “Tri-High” (because it served the Tri-Cities of Bay City, Saginaw, and Midland, Michigan).

I loved school, but I found college to be pointless.

This may be because I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up.

Matter of fact, I still don’t.

Also, I hated the idea of spending all that money for courses that did not really challenge me.

I had a high enough grade point be get a phi beta kappa pin, and the only book I cracked was German.

My only fond memory of college was a field trip to Detroit – to the art museum.

I ended up sitting next to my speech professor.  (I so wish I could remember his name.)

He impressed the shit out of me by showing me his Equity card!

(OMG, OMG, OMG!!!)

We decided to go through the museum together.

Neither of us really knew much about art, so we made a game of it.

Look at the piece of art and then try to guess what the title was.

It’s a really fun way to go through an art museum when you know little to nothing of art.

You really look at the piece of art.  Really, really look at it.

And then you try to think what the artist was trying to convey (and hence the title).

We were almost always wrong, but the correct title usually gave us new insight to the piece of art and what it was trying to convey.

No, he didn’t try to do anything shady with me.

He did convince me to order a martini at dinner (all the students were there) – and I learned I HATE gin.

Gack.  Tastes like a Christmas Tree smells.

He was totally charming; and I wish I knew his name so I could give him the credit he is owed for giving me one of my best memories of my few college days.