Whew!  I am out of practice of this blogging thing. I could barely remember my password!  No worries-I’ll get you up to speed on everything I did while I was abandoning my little blog here.  It won’t take long because I wasn’t doing anything terribly exciting.  Plus I only have a few followers besides my mom and she already knows what I did all summer!  Speaking of…. Hey Mom, how’s it going?  ;)

So, I put in my resignation at work, finished my job, organized all my materials to pass on to the new girl (no need for her to stress and struggle like I did!), bought our new house, fixed it up (paint, trim, lighting, etc.), went to Kings Island, lost my driver’s license, finished our renovations on our first house so it would be nice for the new renters, gave up looking and bought a new drivers license, moved two and half hours away, unpacked, organized, went camping in Tennessee, got a new job, searched forever for my social security card so I could fill out the paper work and get on the payroll at the new job, and then got a second job…more or less in that order.  All the while trying to train for cross country running give or take about 4 miles a day with one 10-miler thrown in there.

I did all that just to get to this day: The First Day of Classes!!! 

I’m a total nerd that way.  I wore a new outfit, packed my lunch, had my new books and pencils.  I was very excited.  Then my first professor was 8 minutes late!  Way to leave a girl hanging… He made up for it though-he was a very interesting guy (albeit with some Hippie tendancies).  I gather he’s not much for expensive watches that tell him where to be at what time.  Fine with me-I run late all the time.  Then I walked downstairs for my second class, and that teacher was 10 minutes late!!!  That’s okay-laidback professor #2 seems equally as nice although a bit more modern.  My third class started only 2 minutes late, and that professor was Italian.  Foreign accents make almost everything better-hopefully 13th century and prior art history included.  My fourth class was a major upgrade in terms of professionalism.  He had his stuff together not to mention the supply list was created with colored photographs which was terrific for visual learners/nervous shoppers like me… is this the kind of notebook he wanted us to get?? When the professor for my last class walked in, my first impression was that she might practice Wiccan or some type of witchcraft.  After she spoke a while, I decided she must be more like a weekend biker babe.  Either way, this adjunct professor has long black hair and tattoos and says she is “in between day jobs” at the moment and admits that she “likes to tell stories” [that may or may not be totally wasting her hungry students' time].  She seems like a nice lady nonetheless. 

And I had a wonderful day.  And I’m glad to back blogging about all the little details of the day.  My hippie professor said (quoting Anais Nin) that journaling allows you to “taste life twice” and I did enjoy my day (and my summer) all over again when writing it down just now.

Much love ~ Amber