wimpdorkery malarky and balderdash

well we got no class

Hello, education! Good-bye, money!

After much fuss and a few registration snafus, I am finally back in school. Today was my first day of classes. Hooray! I got into the ones I wanted (barely, in one case), and while they are not the most exciting classes ever, I am glad to be on track. It’s about freaking time.

Oh, how I love being about ten years older than my classmates. Oh, how I love that the entire first day of class is spent lecturing us on how to behave like adults. If showing up for class and not texting during lectures are the difficult concepts, I’ve got it made. I know why the instructors have to do it, and that’s the sad part. “This isn’t 13th grade.”


Congrats! I’m so happy for you!

Trust me, tens year senior is nothing in the grand scheme of things. Just the other day I was talking to a woman at the dog park about how my mom wants to go back to school finally. The lady replied that she was thinking of doing the same thing. They’re both pushing 60, yet fresh as spring chickens. That would make you some kind of twinkle in the eye of a hen that hasn’t even laid an egg yet. That’s how young you are. :D

Sleepy Louisa is Sleepy and probably not making much sense…


Posted by Louisa on 23 January 2009 @ 12am

Congratulations! I was 10 years older at one point while going to college and surprised that there were students 10-15 years older than I was.

Posted by mlis on 31 January 2009 @ 11pm

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