Here's what the first week of grad school looked like:
- Leave an hour before school starts.
- Walk around the building I'm supposed to be in six or seven times before realizing I'm in in the right place.
- Make a new friend.
- Discover that my favorite Sigg bottle has a leak...only discover it after it has already leaked all over my new (very expensive) books.
- Find out I have to buy even more expensive books.
- Find a really cute plaid binder in the bookstore. Almost buy it until I find that down the side it says "Woof. Woof. Woof." Definitely don't buy it :)
- Learn that a lobo says "woof".
- Do four loads of laundry between class one and two.
- Go into class #2.
- Nearly cry myself out of that class because the reading and writing load is so ridiculously huge.
- Discuss the class content and fall in love with it and decide that I'm actually excited for all of the reading and writing.
- Discover another pregnant girl in the class. She's due after me but her first baby came seven weeks early so she'll likely beat me to the punch.
- Other pregnant girl ate nonstop during the 2 1/2 hour class which made me feel much better about myself.
- Be kinda sad that night time class takes me away from Biggest Loser. How am I going to get my good cry in?
- Park a mile away from school for lack of any other parking.
- Think that class starts at 4:00...race my little legs up three flights of stairs to discover that the door at the top is locked. Getting lost on campus happens for the second day in a row.
- Get to class very winded and realize that class doesn't start until 4:15.
- Get into class and meet the sassiest 67 year old teacher on the face of the earth.
- Discover for the second time in one week that I'm actually not as inept at math as I've thought for 25 years.
- Miss the BYU candy counter like crazy. I could REALLY use some Juju hearts.
- Laugh my head off for 2 1/2 hours at sassy 67 year old teacher.
- Decide that I love Grad school.
No, like, for real.
I love it.
Sitting in class was so joyful for me.
I took notes with such enthusiasm it was rather shocking...
and possibly embarrassing.
In other news:
I love backpacks. I was "too cool" for backpacks clear through my undergrad and thus I have one shoulder that sits lower than the other from carrying ginormous handbags filled with ridiculous amounts of weight. Lame.
But now I have a really cool Volcom backpack that the worker at the store told me was a BOY BACKPACK but I bought it anyway and it makes me feel not quite so nerdy. AND it makes my already-prego-painful-back feel pretty good!
I feel like such a lucky girl to have this opportunity.