Fodder

7 04 2010

fodder n. 1 : something fed to domestic animals; esp : coarse food for cattle, horses, or sheep  2 :  inferior or readily available material used to supply a heavy demand <routine entertainment ~> <~ for gossip columnists>

(from Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, Tenth Edition)

I’ve been a really bad blogger lately. (Bad blogger! Bad blogger!) This school thing, while familiar on the whole, has taken some getting used to.

One great thing I’ve discovered, though, is community college abounds with blog fodder.

Seriously.

On my first day, as I sat eating my ham and cheese sandwich brought from home, I watched all the people walking to and fro.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a kilt. Not a Scottish I-have-a-clan type kilt. A khaki courdoroy kilt. As if he wasn’t wearing a kilt for some sort of Scottish dance or bagpipe-a-thon, but because he wanted to wear a kilt. It made me think, “Why would anyone wear a kilt in this weather?” (That was the time I couldn’t get warm the entire day. I have worn my scarf to school ever since.)

Then there was the time that two guys in my class spent an hour (or possibly two) talking about various video games and the merits and interest levels at each point in the game, including the physics of character design and the complexity of story worlds. I couldn’t really follow the conversation, but I appreciated that they knew a lot.

There’s more: the girl that wears cat ears to class sometimes, and the day Zack looked me right in the eye and said, “Try to make some friends today, Mom,” before running out the door to catch the bus.

So much fodder, so little time.

I’ll try to be a better blogger, to supply the heavy demands placed upon me for–what was it?–routine entertainment and gossip. But for now, well, I’ve got to get packed. Have you heard?

It’s SPRING BREAK!