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Show OUT OF STEP ) First day, first class! by Gilbert Martinez V My first class was History 110 in building HE, which was my first obstacle. What in the world is building HE? As peculiar as it may sound, my first class was to be in the Home Economics Bldg. Could this be to my advantage? Seven years since my high school days, it was really hard to believe that my new endeavor was in this fashion of carrying books and notebooks as if the state decided that I just wasn't smart enough to exist in society as it deems proper. Upon entering the HE building, my first attraction was a young lady, drinking a coke and looking as if she knew the routine by heart. I focused my plan of attack towards s this precarious situation. Creating a daring sensation within me of feeling suave, dashing and even a vigorous inclination of being debonair. I then gracefully excused myself, to draw her absolute attention; at-tention; I then promptly asked her, "Could you please tell me where I can find room 107?" Promptly rewarded with the information, I then attempted to direct the conversation on to greater heights. I was quickly halted. What a fiasco. I must say, before I forget, that incident perfectly prescribed a very elegant climax for myself. After all, what can you expect from albino. I wondered if the sun ever shined for her or did she always stand under a cloud. I told myself that she rated J , with the sour cream and shouldbe kept away from the cream cheese. Wait, isn't that called C "cheesecake"? Well, anyway, i person must rationalize some type Ei of justification after such a shut- I down. God bless her. Not thai sl y is ugly, for this has nothing to do 3 with my story; it is her manner tta ol1 creates the conclusion and surely c we cannot blame her for thai ilr I entered the classroom, which f reminded me of an old barrack: :nl converted into a film room la showing Batman flicks. Hell, I stl can remember that day when I m came marching out of receiving barracks for the first time at 2 am, with a newly shaved head, trousers hanging over my heels, that green cover clinging to my eyebrows, and ; ' 1 wondering whether I could rei last three years. Now here I am " thinking four years. Three-far, e three-four, three-four; I can Si m hear the drill instructor yelfrj, When is the teacher coming t .' class, oh what's the hurry. I wo . who sat in this seat seven yen ' ago, is he or she still alivel J I looked at my classmates; they sure looked young; I wonder , my notion of life was at that in There's one guy wearing a for Pres.' button; I recall that back in 1968 Mr. Nixon was saying, 1 jjQ want to make this perfectly clear.l have a secret plan." How to bout women end children. How to somebody's country as i " playground to satisfy your w prestige? Sing to Russia? Danceto e China? This plan is crystal cle right. Let the puppets move shadows, I have my own d Hey boyl Don't you ban J left from your right? Was " yelling at me, I dare not and see. No rain, no wind onW . winter day at MCRD three . after Christmas, with three " serve. Look straight arc- move. This must be my running away with me. 4at ( Building HE, that remind brought out of nW thoughts are brought tog' 5Jl many hidden chains. Mr You know, I shouW W w t0use into the service in OctM Halloween season. Can ooode turn, although sotnewWj ,w by inhibited S he that 87 guys w,h baggy green slacks, w w sweaters with big re dW j(1 tp( front and your nam n letters in or: crawling, cllr" flWJ Unij all too invariably ffu inM same old song H teambeat.hitnrtW ,sues anticipation and Jt that stirs within use |