Back to School Times Three!
First up, Game Teen. He has to be up so early because his bus arrives before 6am. Strangely, when I went to wake the child, he was awake. We later found out that he'd gone into Chef Jrs room at 3am and woke him up! I think we're in for an interesting week adjusting to the school routine again. (I've got some out takes, but I like this one from the bus stop of my 8th grader.)
Game Teen at the bus stop at o'dark thirty
7am, it's Chef Jr's turn. Fifth grade, ready to rule the school. What I like is how Chef will get himself up and ready with minimal assistance. This year, he gets to experience the concept of changing classes to prepare for next year at middle school.
Ready for a new year of adventure!
Then there's the third student. The boys had been to school and home before my turn arrived. At 5pm, I loaded up my backpack and hopped in the car for the drive to campus. My backpack is so heavy that it was told it needed to wear a seat belt by my car!
On campus for the first time in 15 years. It did cause a few butterflies, especially after reading a couple of chapters for class in the very dry text book. Am I crazy? Is this going to be too much for me?
After getting my back to school gear from the SGA (yay, I finally have something that says "Poly" on it!), and a free dinner, I headed to class. Seems I wasn't the only one schlepping the laptop to class. It makes more sense to type rather than write.
The professor is funny and the class is exactly what I expected (and nothing like the text). It ends up I was given the WRONG text at the bookstore. The shelves were stocked wrong, as another student who had driven over to Tampa had the same issue. Good, that was some dry, boring reading about a subject that fascinates me.
What's cool about this class is that the instructor puts the notes for each week's lecture on Blackboard, but we expand on it during the lecture. I took that opportunity to cut and paste the notes into a Word document and add notes as we went along. I think I'm really going to like this part.
Maybe I'm not so crazy, after all.
It's shaping up to be a good year.