Spanglish

It took me a moment to realize what my contraseña was (password). That is what I get for using the español computer in the Boulder Public Library, I suppose.

One of my friends hasn´t been in choir all week - normally people not showing up for things is to be shrugged off and disregarded, but this particular choir happens to be the crown jewel of the UNC music program, and I believe that you get kicked out after two unexcused absences...

So I gave him a call to see what had happened.

He quit school, two semesters prior to graduation.

Apparently the seed for this was planted one night during finals week, when he and I were consuming Blue Moon at my house and my roommates had already fallen asleep on the couches around us. He told me "I´m so sick of being in Greeley. I just need to get out of here. I don´t want to finish college."

"You probably don´t have to," I replied. Which is essentially true - getting a music degree isn´t really going to get your foot in the door at Mercury Records.

"Yeah, I should just quit."

"You should."

As I said this, I realized that some shallow part of me would never really take someone without a college degree very seriously, unless they had a reason that was more substantial than ´I didn´t want to anymore.´

The next evening, as I heard it, my friend was wandering around the music building, iPod in hand, singing along loudly in the deserted halls. "I don't belong here, I don't belong here..."
I am not sure of the title or the artist of this particular song. I can think of several songs which prominently feature those exact lyrics.
A door opened down the hall, and his voice teacher (my voice teacher as well) appeared.
"You're right," she said, and shut the door.

He unregistered for the spring semester and is playing guitar a lot now...he hasn't moved back home, and thats a start, I guess...