la vie est (word for crazy)

When I was in college the first time I always befriended the non traditional students.... ya know, those older people going to college later in life. I'm one now. Dang it!

So I started class on Monday, and it was AMAZING..... I listened, and it was so much better than college the first time around because I wasn't scared and I knew where I was going, and if I got lost I knew how to ask for help. SO I'm taking all 101 classes because the state dept said I needed three classes in sociology, econ, and world government. I decided that 101 classes would be the way to go because they would be easy.

This means I also feel like a giant freak because I'm OLD.
*In my first class (econ) a boy (who is pretty, and a mass comm major) called me mam and needed me to point him towards another building since. It was nice to get to be helpful.
*In my second class (soci) our really amazing charismatic prof was telling us that she has great stories to share; like being in Berlin when the wall fell. Well apparently she got some blank stares from this and she asked if any of us were even born before 1989? I got all excited and my hand shot up, and she looked at me and said; "But not by much" to which I replied "1984" and several of the (sorority girls I imagine) kids inhaled like I said I was born in 1700 or something. *I think I'm older than my POLS prof. I'm not really, but he looks like a baby. He is quite funny, and I now regret giggling so much at his jokes, I really felt silly. He was wearing a suit and I thought that odd because thats not a big thing at our school but then he told us where he went to school and it made perfect sense. He went to school with the bloody PRINCE OF ENGLAND...... okay not with him, my prof was there first, but geez it must be a good school.

To my contest winners I'M SORRY I haven't gotten your prizes in the mail yet! I have a PBS book to get off in the mail too and I haven't done it (guilty look). And all my RAK stuff for January. I know ya'll don't mind I just don't want you to think I forgot or anything.

Teeth update: They are still killing me. I called to try and get more pills today (I swear I'm not a crackhead), but they want me to come in tomorrow afternoon. She thinks I may have dry socket. I don't think I do, but what do I know? I'm still on soft food, but I took a walk on the wild side and ate part of ben's taco. I think it was okay because the shell is so brittle. So prayers for the teeth!


Also, prayers and good thoughts for two of my students (sisters) who are having a hard time at home right now.

Thanks for reading!