So You Want to be an Adult?
story by Roger Marcy
illustrations by Jasmine Chapgar


        I have noticed the bizzare phenomenon here at college that people who have gone back, and are say age 40, have a complete lack of any type of knowledge. I couldn't run my watch with the amount of brain power that is miraculously keeping them alive. I had one lady who, upon being told that certain pollutants are being dumped in Nevada, quickly formulated and posed the question as to whether this meant Nevada was a waste land that should be avoided. This fear of Nevada may prove benficial to her in the end though, as I don't see Las Vegas treating her very kindly.

Apple Power!         I have also encountered members of the same age group who, seemingly uninterested in the current topic of class or possibly trying to prove they are smarter than the teacher, shout statements such as, "My brother owns a car dealership," or one I heard today: "Algae!" These type of people mean well, but maybe college wasn't their best choice the first time around, and the second is definitely proving to be a stretch.

        This type of erratic behavior has put the fear of God into me. Does something happen to you when you graduate from college? Is all of your knowledge repossessed in some cruel twist of irony by the college? Or do they hand you your diploma with one hand while simultaneously yanking your brain out the other? I imagine the second scenario happening like this:

Dean: Here is your diploma, Mr. Bob
Graduate: Thank you sir, I will use my newly aquired knowledge to solve world hunger.
Dean: (chuckling under his breath) You do that son. (more snickering as graduate reaches for diploma), then...Yoink!!
Graduate: Where am I? And why do I have this sudden urge to donate money to this college?
Dean: (disposes of useless brain in the proper recepticle as he watches Mr. Bob fall off the stage into the audience)
image of a brain

        It's a sad state of affairs, and sadly I don't think there is much we can do to help these people. They are doomed to roam from college to college like illiterate zombies (which is different from regular zombies who have a surprisingly high literacy rate) until they are either hit by a car or end up in retail.



WhEn hE is not wOrking long hourS at the Velveeta plant, ROGER MARCY enjoys such frivilous pUrsuits as eating, sleePing and drinking. He also enjoys randomly holDing down the Caps button, mUcH to the chagrin of his editor. Roger lives in the great state of Denial (in order to avoid sales tax) with his wife, who he lovingly refers to as, "that girl." At the moment he has three children (none of which he has gotten around to naming), but hopes to kidnap more in the future.




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