2ndclepunkbuddha

Last Saturday, I was sitting in a bar on Coventry Road in Cleveland Heights eagerly anticipating the arrival of one of my heroes from the Grunge Years.  I realize how ridiculous that sounds, I am a 41 year old woman living a hand to mouth existence, rather modestly when I was once so high on the hog, but I think a lot of us are in said situations now in terms of finance as well as in other ways.  It is in the other ways that I continue to be modest and make further adjustments, but that's another story for another day.  He came in the room without entourage or announcement, and I realized as he walked by me "That's him!"  I was nervous to meet him, as I was twenty one years ago when we first met, but he wouldn't remember that.  It was in South Bend, Indiana, where I was attending college the first time around, at a little clubhouse building dubbed Dalloway's which took the form of a modest coffee shop from time to time.  My college radio station, WVFI 640 A...

During my entrapment at CSU in the last few years, I took a class called the Sociology of Poverty.  This class was a source of much oddity, where the antics of fellow classmates and the disorganization of the professor were the sources of much hilarity.  The professor had once been a social worker who told us many a tale of her years working Intake, as anyone in the social work field will tell of their jobs.  I am not one of those people who takes in such sayings as "the culture of poverty" or even buys it to begin with, but one day I decided to ask a question before the class.  I am far too seasoned in the world to be at all idealistic or liberal anymore.  I asked the professor I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way but it could very easily, but I am asking this question because I have honestly been struggling with this, and that question is that if you want us, the students in this class, to take away one thing from this experience, what is that one thing?...