I’m going back part time. I’ve done full time. I’ve worked 42 hours a week while going full time. But I am going back part time, one online class, one live class. Why am I freaking out? I’m not sure. Maybe because I haven’t taken any classes, online or live, since May of 2006. While that does sound so long ago, it sure feels it. Things have changed so much since then, and I feel like an extension of the person I was. The same, but different. More advanced creature, maybe.
M bought me my book for my Comp II class – hopefully I will have it in time, but if not – you rarely need your book on the first day, so we’ll see. I already have to (most likely) miss the third class – planned my trip to NY before I knew I wouldn’t be able to get into any of the online classes for Comp II — before I even knew I’d have to take Comp II, but that’s another rant altogether. It’s three hours every Wednesday…hopefully I will be okay.
Still trying to unpack the new place…our bedroom, anyway. M broached the subject of us getting a studio apartment maybe next year – just the two of us. I can’t say I am unhappy about it – overjoyed is more like it. It’s hard…but we’ll see.
Yay for going back to school!