A dreary November in the soul and other tasty treats

It may seem as carelessness to lose ones job however the alternative of keeping it was quite as irksome for myself; so, in deference to my inner monologue I cast off my ignoble profession and  began a new form of industriousness. Namely, I greet life in the form of a university student. Since it has been a short time since my last educational foray, I decide it advantageous to demure to the culture of college life and integrate myself as best as possible. To this end, I dust off my fur coat and rumble seat, eager to be accepted in this strange wilderness of neonates. Questions riddle my already porous frontal lobe, like a delicate french yogurt being squeezed through an elderly man's intestinal wall: would my accumulation of knowledge in this new field bring professional satisfaction? Will my unusually vast supply of popcorn in any way endear me to a fickle collegiate population? How will I find myself cohorting with an appurtenant secret society? Alas, while I would pellet Constance with these queries, like a water bottle of inquisition to the proverbial cat of fate on the forbidden counter of subsistence,  she has returned to her pre-modern life of a couture model whisperer in the illustrious and venerate order of the Tennessee William look-a-likes. So, I alone slink and occasionally saunter down this path of ineffability...