Battle of the classes

Not between physiology and organic chemistry. Those battles are almost done; the battle that I have been relating to a lot recently is class struggle. Because I am personally in the upper class.

It came to a tee today after I poked my head into the maintenance shack next door to my house; my house, managed by Kron houses, uses the unattached garage to store mowers, tools - the things that keep a house up. And they do it for us.

Two days prior our downstairs toilet plugged; I asked if they could fix it. They said yeah, we'll come by tomorrow.

As long as you don't mind someone coming into your house at 9:30. No thing, I'll be awake by then.

I returned from 8:00 am class after 10:00 am and the bathroom door was shut, but the light inside was on. I said hey. Thanks for coming out this quickly. I'll open this window, that smell is bad. You get pretty used to it after a lot of years. We talked as he finished snaking the turd out. After we talked too.

Someday you'll graduate college, get a job, and buy a house. You will want to know what to do if this happens. Yeah, it's just stupid not to know, I said back.

This is seeming sort of elliptical now so I'll conclude. There's two worlds here in East Lansing, you can guess which one I spend time in. I'm the student, and then there's the class of people catering to students. It's the hair dresser behind my house. I told my daughter, do well in school so you don't become a hair person like Mom. It's the people who clean the bathrooms in the Plant and Soil building that I work in. You know these science people, they always think with their rational mind. They were complaining about faculty complaining about something not being clean.

Michigan State is not the premier university in Michigan; Ann Arbor claims that. But in its solid #2 position, and with about 50,000 students, East Lansing is about as upper-class a place for a student to be in this state.

I think that's why these stories in my life have came clear lately. I can't avoid it. The words these people use, indicate they think I'm special here - that I deserve something! I use my interactions to show respect. I know that university students-as-special-citizens is an illusion. I know that when we graduate we face the same day.

Dear person who snaked out our toilet: thank you!