I’ve got my trusty backpack filled with pens and pencils and hairties and chapstick and granola bars and the textbooks that cost over 100 bucks (just for one class, le sigh) and I’m ready to start my first real class of grad school this evening.
(I’m not counting my online course that started last week, as that one involves me sitting on my couch in a robe with my laptop, which is hardly the school experience.)
I’m nervous – I keep thinking of that lyric in Avenue Q during “I wish I could go back to college” where they sing – “These kids are so much younger than meeee…” I know the class I’m taking is for grad and undergrads together, and I hope I’m not the “old lady.”
I’m excited – I like school, in general. The course – Topics in Human Development – sounds like something that’ll be really interesting, right? And I’m excited to get going on this degree so I can make some massive life changes.
So – here goes.
I also debated wearing the following outfit:
But then decided against it. I mean, for this week anyway.
Why do I have a feeling school won’t be quite like this?