Ok, so some of you may know that I decided several months ago to go back to school. I decided that I wanted to go back and get my Elementary Education degree. I found out I was only 5 semesters from having my bachelors and decided to just do it. I talked to my advisor at USM and found out that I could take 4 classes at the local Junior College (much cheaper) and start USM in the Spring as a Junior. So, I registered for Human Growth and Development, English Literature, Real Number Systems, and World Geography (sounds thrilling, huh?). I was told by a woman at said Junior College that classes start on August 25th. Great! I have 2 more weeks of jacking off before I actually have to become an responsible student again. I haven't been in an academic classroom in over 6 years. I even have a girl's night out planned with my sisters in law for the 22nd, to blow it out before I start back! I'm so excited!
Today I head up to the college to turn in some paperwork and while standing in one of the many lines (WITH my 2 year old and 4 year old in tow), I over hear some young little thing talking about how she is dreading Thursday, what's she's got to do before Thursday, going to the bookstore before Thursday, what she's going to wear on Thursday. WTF? Thursday????? What's Thursday? So I keep on straining my ear to totally invade her privacy (while trying to wrangle the 2 little monkey's that are laughing like wild banshees and running in circles around my legs like I'm a tree), and hear her say something about classes starting Thursday. Are you freaking kidding me??
You mean to tell me that my 2 weeks of jacking off just got cut down to 1 day? And that one day of jacking off is going to look more like running around like a chicken with my head cut off to get textbooks and supplies, clean my house, do laundry, call sister in law to make sure she can start keeping the kids this week instead of 2 weeks from now, and generally psych myself up for starting classes again.
Good thing I went in today and over heard the kid (I feel like I'm 100 going back to school with a bunch of 12 year olds that weigh 80 lbs. Skinny bitches.) talking about Thursday. If I hadn't I would have merrily waltzed into my 1st class on the 25th and sat down like I owned the joint. All the while the professor would have been looking at me like "who the hell are you?" And I probably would have gotten a crushing statement from her along the lines of "Excuse me, ma'am? We don't generally deal with the mother's of students. If you have a question about your son or daughter, you can go talk to someone in student services". I know, I know. I'm not that old. I mean, I was the 12 year old that weighed 80 lbs about 9 years ago. It's just the fact that I'm starting to feel anxious about going back. I am going to be the minority this time around instead of the majority. I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I have responsibilities. I drive a mini van for crissakes!!!
Awww hell! What have I gotten myself into? I'm officially a college student again!