My inevitable crushing by powerful ocean waves

I tried today to sign up for a writing class at the local college here. Goal being to give myself some direction in my writing, and eventually get published. After I hit next half a dozen times filling out the online form, and answered such a broad range of questions as when I became a California citizen (um, 1979? – I don't remember I was a fetus and connected by an umbilical cord), the color of my skin (a golden tan thank you), my personal views on the designated hitter rule in major league baseball (it's a shitty rule) – I discovered going to school, getting your degree, it isn't about academics at all. It's a Survivor style test of who can persevere the forms and applications, the paper and the mouse strokes. After a good hour, I'm not even clear how I enroll in this one class. I, unlike others, don't encourage younger generations to go to college. So you can become more qualified, smarter, and more efficient at the job that I do? So that in a few years I will need to again take classes at the local college to remain relevant? No thank you. Which got me thinking about how completely against the grain almost everything I think is. Firstly, I think it's alright to end a sentence in is. I don't think women have any place in sports. Sweating and grunting and falling all over yourself isn't cute. Mia Hamm didn't make it ok for you. Global warming isn't the end of the world. Ok, so it is. But I'll get to wear a mini skirt in February and for a brief while before my inevitable crushing by powerful ocean waves, it will bring the beach closer to my modest little apartment in the valley. Where I am sure I will simultaneously be filling out yet another form.