Just ate breakfast and its 2:02 PM

Obsolete is the word I'm looking for. I use cursive to sign checks and for credit cards. If I had to write full papers in hand-written cursive, I would kill myself. Now going into my fourth year of college, I can recall sitting in my fifth grade classroom, writing a short essay in cursive. IN PENCIL. I've recently heard talk that educators are debating whether or not to continue the teaching of cursive writing. In America, we could definitely spend more time teaching something else more useful. The time spent in second grade learning cursive could have been spent learning how to effectively privatize your Facebook profile. So any technologically inclined pedophile couldn't be made aware of the location of your next little league game through a simple status. I digress. I rarely use cursive....or pencils. Screw pencils.  OH YEAH.  Pilots can still use cursive.  They need to know it, because they always are skywriting with the visible exhaust.  If pilots didn't know cursive, we wouldn't have all these clever messages in the sky mostly seen in cartoons.  Still, its much needed.  

Mumford and Sons

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays this semester, I have an hour long break starting at noon.  This is the perfect time to eat lunch, but not the perfect time to get lunch.  Everyone and their brother is impatiently waiting for whatever fast food they desire at this time.  Still, I find myself in line at Arby's preparing to indulge in a mouthwatering broccoli and cheddar baked potato.  I tend to enjoy washing it down with a refreshing, medium-sized cup of sweet tea.  It is rare that I ever eat there alone.  I almost always invite my friend Grant to join me in this event of fine dining.  This most recent Monday, it was no different.  As I sit near the entrance behind a half-chair/ half-booth table, I acknowledge Grant's presence as he walks through the door by questioning his decision to shave his handlebar mustache. Needless to say, this exchange of pleasantries was short and simple.  He continued to wait in line while I used my plastic fork to make sure my broccoli, melted cheddar, and baked potato fit the standard consistency required by any spud that dare grace the mouth of Jehad Abbed.  Without interrupting this process, I caught the voice of an elderly man beside me announcing to himself, "I guess I am just going to sit by this guy."  "this guy," refers to yours truly.  He sits down beside me wearing a light blue pair of jeans that is covered with the proof of a hard week's work.  The man was also sporting a flannel jacket that was clearly able to endure a vast amount of Arby's Barbecue beef.  That it did.  He topped himself with a tan colored hat that read, "just another crappie day."  Without a physical visual aid, one may not realize this is a fishing reference.  Crappie.  A type of fish.  Anyway, he sits down.  I enjoy the unexpected company.  My approval of his presence became apparent when Grant walked around the corner with his meal along with a simultaneous chuckle between the two of us.  The old man was nice enough to leave his seat and grab some napkins for our newly formed club.  The top napkin was spotted with BBQ sauce.  He opened with an observation of how pleasant the weather was.  Definitely an agreeable statement.  He asked us if we were attending college and pointed out that we do not have very far to walk at all.  He told us we better stick with it.  He said, "I've been a dumbass all my life, and I will probably die a dumbass."  This is a brutal way to speak of one's self, but humorous given the situation.  He said that he had learned a lot over his time because he did not go to school.  Contradicting?  I asked him if he thought it made him wiser.  He replied, "No, it made me Money-er."  He went on about his assets including twenty-one houses.  Probably mansions.  He left and said, "well boys, thanks and good luck."  Grant looks at me and says," only us."  Dropping out of school will only make me "Money-er."   Sounds like a plan.

Yogurt Covered Raisins

Hello. My name is Jehad Abbed.  While currently jobless, I spend the walks from class to my apartment trying to decide what to do with my free time in the afternoons.  Besides the whole walking part, my feet keep busy by dodging the thin layer of cigarette butts, broken glass, and puke that decorates the sidewalk.  My favorite part of that is the fact that I can point out a few different "splatters" and know which one of my friends each belongs to.  Either way, I am not trying to clean the side walks with the tread on my kicks.  I also think about new shoes that I feel like I need.  For a guy, I am pretty into what I have got to compliment the cuffs of my pants.  But, like I have said I am jobless.  I feel bad making too many $100+ purchases while I haven't added a single penny to my check account since the beginning of this semester.  Therefore, a lot of my free time is spent filling out job applications.  That and discussing Drake songs and mixtapes with my brother. Miss Me or Karaoke or 9AM in Dallas .  Karaoke is my favorite.  But, back to the job search.  I blame my failure to snag a job on my impatience.  Oddly enough I also have a lack of persistence.  I fill out the application and then I feel too content with my effort.  Ideally, I need to be annoying the hell out of employers to get some feedback.  That is not me.  My impatience comes into play when filling out any application online.  If the internet is running too slow for my liking, I end all progress on the application just as quickly as I started it.  I also have a problem with these 50+ assessment surveys included on the application.  After completing one of these, the site instantly told me that my answers did not match the required responses for the the position in which I was applying.  Honestly, the questions might as well have all been rephrased to ask, "are you going to be a dick to the customer or not?"  How could I have failed this? I am really not too worried about it at the time being.  I only want money to buy a new pair of shoes.