After two years of drama and drunk professors, in two days I will begin a new journey at Crichton College as an Urban Studies major.

The bad thing about the new journey I'm headed on is the fact that the people I had close relationships with at the corner of South Manassas and Union won't be part of the brand-new journey that I'm headed on, mainly because a few of them have not too much to go in their requirements for an Associate's Degree.

And then there are some of my friends who decided that the corner of South Manassas and Union didn't fit into their plans as far as their future was concerned, so they bolted for some other place to further their education like myself.

Come Monday (or Tuesday, when I'll offically start), the hijinks of my friends and I at Southwest will be nothing more than a fading memory.

But anyway, I'll have another blog entry up later today after I get off work. This is the one thing I hate about my job, the long commute.

A few of the Redhots and a member of the Zone Patrol. They wanted me to get in the picture, but I sometime look stupid in pictures, so I let them have all the fun.



Redbirds pitchers kicking it during the eighth inning of last night's game. Why wasn't anyone up and pitching?



Behind the foul pole in left field. Omaha was at bat when I took this picture.