The Daily Cow

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdom

T.S. Eliot is so much more depressing when you're reading him outside of class. Must resonate more with me now. Not that I like emo poetry or anything. >.>

Anyhow...Waste Valley...that's what the locals call it here at West Valley Community College. No, it's not because there are many international students who can't pronounce 'west' --those students go to De Anza. It's because everyone gets wasted before coming to class. What else can explain the lack of academic inclination? Just kidding, I think the name comes from those who would rather be working than wasting their time with boring classes. But that's not to say that there isn't a fair share of people who come to class looking pretty stoned. So I don't exactly feel like I fit in here. But I think I'm moving on to Acceptance. While we're on the subject, here's my past several months on the Kubler-Ross model.

Denial: No...I did not get spring admissions to Berkeley. It must've been a mistake.
Anger: Why me!? What's this supposed to mean? You calling me less competent than your other applicants? Well I'll show you! I'm going to UCLA!
Bargaining: But I don't want to go to LA. Appeal! Appeal! Did you know that I'm actually black?
Depression: Everyone's going off to college and I'm still stuck here. *sob*
Acceptance: On the bright side, West Valley has nice...shrubbery.

But that's not the point. The point is, it's October 1st, which means...first semester is more than a third over with! Then I can be an official cow...er I mean Cal student in 10 weeks. Go Bears! Wouldn't it be cool if Cal changed its mascot to a cow? Then we could be the Cal Cows. And if the football team lived up to their name, they'd just be massive vegetarians waiting to be Cow-tipped on the field. I'd totally have school spirit.