Tonight I’m going to my first on-campus class from Texas State University. I’m also taking calculus online to so that the commute does not absolutely kill my wallet (which is already on its last legs anyway, dragging itself by its forearms, reaching out for help, and gasping for water…), but this should be interesting. A friend asked me if I had the first day nerves.
Actually, no.
I’ve also been taking classes online and in hotels for the past year, so, I think I’m good. Although, showing up in my work attire while a bunch of hungover nerds get to stroll in at 5 will be interesting.
Anyway, I got to thinking about my first class at Texas A&M. It was an English class in the… Whatever that aerospace engineering building is called. I strolled up at 11:20, not realizing a friend I’d make later was totally sitting in the corner. Lauren and I had a class together the whole time and had no idea that 6 or 7 years later she’d be my skydiving buddy and parter in crime running around Htown! I wonder if we had recognized each other had I not come to class with shocking blue hair about mid-way into the semester…
Anyway, I sit down and start chatting it up with some Korean kid. He seemed nervous, but wrote out how to spell “Merry” in his foreign sanskrit. Look at me, little small town college student, chatting it up with some kid from a far away land! Crazy!
So our a-hole of a grad student comes in and starts talking English this, English that.
That poor Korean kid. He totally looks up and me and desperately says “WHAT CLASS IS THIS?!” I tell him it’s English. With the most frantic look I’d ever seen, he grabbed his notebooks and ran out the door. Bear in mind, this was one of those 30-person classrooms.
So yeah, I was pretty scared for the rest of the day of ending up like THAT kid.
So I’m pretty much ready for my next chapter in life – grad school. Hoorah! I have to take a couple of undergrad classes to play “catch up” since I have the supremely brain-buster undergrad of Ag Journalism (God I can’t wait to stop saying that was my major. Wait, I guess I can and just start talking about my CURRENT major), but, that’s okay. No one’s going to judge me for taking a bit longer with my Master’s, especially if I plan to work through it.
Also, on a side note, since I plan to stick out like a sore thumb ANYWAY, and since Texas Instrument calculators cost, oh, about what you’d spend on a good pair of boots, I sure hope Carissa sells me hers so I can cover it in little sparkles like my flash drive… 🙂
