Signs for signs' sake

I've always been drawn to read signs, I think we've all been trained to do that growing up. If something is posted and legible, there's a good chance your eye catches it and you decipher the message.

Two signs in particular have caught my eye at UMD this semester. As I made a detour on the way to class Thursday to use the bathroom, my eyes focused on the sign staring directly back at me (guys know, at urinals, you stare at the wall. If there's a sign there, it's a bonus. Don't look down, sideways, and certainly not a combination of the two.)

If I don't learn anything, at least I'll hear a couple good stories...

You get two 1st days of school each year in college, but for some reason, I only get excited about starting classes about once a year. Maybe it's because I don't have much faith that I'll learn anything in the classes offered, or maybe it's a mood-swing phenomenon that is simply inexplicable, but it's, with certainty, a fact.

As I entered this semester - one I'm hoping to graduate after - still four credits short, including the class I gave up on and failed last semester, I somehow found myself excited to start school again. For once, I had hope, and it came in the form of a class called "Media Communications." Surely if there is a class in this world that is tailored to my future career, this would be it... and maybe I'd finally take something useful away from college... something other than the ability to sled using a lunch tray.