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Come August

I will once again be a college student.  It's been 14 years.  I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of scared about the whole thing.  I can potentially see myself bombing out in that first semester.  I was sorely tempted to take fluffy classes to maintain my long-ago established 3.4 GPA.  I can register tonight at midnight, and yes I am staying up to do so.  'Staying up' is kind of a stretch, I am always awake anyhow.  (Oooo alliteration, fun!)

I have had to visit campus twice, pre-registration, to drop off paperwork for financial aid.  (As an aside, I am supposed to qualify for a Pell Grant so let us all pray together that they haven't already given away my money.  Amen.)  As I strolled across the campus I noticed a few changes since my heady days of youth:

First, I don't remember seeing so many skateboards the last time I was in college.  And most of them were these super long boards with weird fins on the back.  I can't even find the appropriate picture with Google, they are that weird.  They were EVERYWHERE!

Second, there are no public phones on campus.  Probably because only old people like me let their cell phone batteries die, and then try to use them.  I'm going to have to work on that if I want to fit in.  That and dying away all these grays.  But I digress.

Third, everyone has ear buds shoved in their ears.  The better to not hear the sound of the skateboard crashing into you.  (I did see one guy fall down when he was trying to do a trick.  I turned my head to see if he was okay, and he was just sitting there kind of laughing about it.  Hardcore, dude.)

Last, holy crap I'm going back to school.


Heather said…
Yay! Fear and excitement all rolled into one little bundle. Sounds like an adventure, for sure.
Wandered over from MMB. And then I had fun! Love it!
Harmony said…
OH, my! You are one brave woman!! I'm totally curious as to whether you're finishing a degree or starting a new one... hmmm... I suppose I'll find out in the coming months. Good luck!

Did you say your birthday is coming up? You should hask your husband for one of those totally-rad skateboard things.
Marcia said…
Congratulations!! Very exciting. What are you studying? Journalism? Good luck and have fun! I used to have ambitions to go to school... but now... I'm too tired. My new ambition is to take a nap. 'nough said.

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