Day Three..

Day Three has been completely erased from my memory. I had a little freakout but luckily f (freakout) = e^(-freakout) so I'm refocused and ready to roll.

Day Two..

I have mixed feelings about how Day Two went. The beginning of the day was mostly fine but then end of the day had me frustrated beyond belief.

Day One..

As it turns out, Day One wasn’t so bad after all. That’s not to say it went smoothly or even that it went well, but at least Christina didn’t come home to find me hiding under the bed sucking my thumb. Here’s how the day went..

The day before..

Classes start tomorrow so I’ll finally be able to start writing about the experience of going back to school instead of all the experiences leading up to it. I have to admit I’m pretty anxious about the whole thing. Even though I have been to college before, there is a HUGE difference between Guilford and ECU. The biggest class I had at Guilford was about 35 students and most only had 18-24. This semester two of my classes at ECU will have over 125 students. That’s a big change!

The schedule...

Classes start in three short days so I thought I’d run through my schedule for the semester. This is a purely informational post with no entertainment value whatsoever (so.. pretty much like all the others!) I’m starting off at full speed, so it’s a busy schedule with four classes and three labs to go along with them.

How I got here...

I should explain at least a little about my personality. I have been a slacker since about 4^th grade. Blame it on my parents’ divorce, on my father’s genetics, or just on the fact that I would rather have fun than do work. In any case I have always done the least amount of work possible in order to get by. That statement alone is the best explanation of how I got to this point.

Let me introduce myself...

Here’s the thing. I’m 35 and I’m about to start college. I don’t mean like one of those “1 night a week” colleges where everyone is old. I mean I will actually be twice as old as most of the people in the room. There’s a good chance I’ll be older than at least one of my professors. I still think of myself as being fairly young so this notion is immensely stressful for me. I have decided that my only option for dealing with it is to blog it.