First snow in KC.

Today I attended my first cycling class. I arrived 15 minutes early to make sure I wouldn't have to be in the first row as I was a little nervous. I chose a bike in the second row, pretty close to the wall. I didn't want to go to the very back because I was pretty excited about the screens that came down from the ceiling that displayed different terrains that it felt like you were riding through (or they were supposed to anyway) So the room starts filling up and every one grabs a bike in the third and fourth row. Shit, I'm suddenly in the front row. And the people behind me all have those creepy bike riding shoes on. Once again I feel completely out of my element. Anyway, the class starts and I keep up pretty well. But about half way through I think to myself, wow, I really hate cycling class. My butt hurts, and not my butt muscles, but like my butt bone or something. I think I need those padded biker shorts. So I don't want to say I left my firct cycling class early... But I left my first class early.
The first thing the teacher tells me today at the school I spoke at was,
"I just wanted to let you know that harldy any of these kids want to go to college, and most of them are illegal."
Come again? What in the hell kinda crap does a student have to do to make it illegal for them to attend high school? I didn't even know this was possible. I started getting really paranoid thinking about what they might have done for the law to say they can't come to school. But then I think the teacher saw the fear on my face and better explained herself,
"I mean the students are mostly from Mexico."
Ohhhh. Well that makes a little more sense. So I learned today that illegal students can't get financial aid for college, so they don't go, instead they reproduce more illegal aliens that cant go to school and the cycle continues. But after being in Cabo for an entire week I can't figure out why all the mexicans keep sneaking in here. I mean they got it made down there. I could definitely see myself living a life where I get to eat beans and drink Corona for breakfast, then maybe head down to the beach where I sell ponchos and sparkly cowboy hats to the tourists, maybe a chiklet or two. Who needs financial aid when you can sell silver bracelets for $1 a piece?