get back to where you once belonged

Much like the rest of the country, last week I stood in line to buy a book, I walked down an unfamiliar hall, and stepped through an open door. It was my first week of school.

Reaching this point was a struggle. At the beginning of the year I said, ok this is the last time I will try and if it doesn’t work then I will let it go. Well I finally barked up the right tree and found someone willing to stand up for me, and he got the ball rolling.

It is very strange to be back in the student mode of so long. I am taking 2 classes this semester and hopefully 3 next semester and then by some miracle I will have what I was due to me five years ago. I feel optimistic and old. Wait I’m not 21?

Did you know?
* College girls all wear cut up jeans. And not 80’s chic jeans, like” I shouldn’t be able to see your butt cheek” jeans.
*Books are just as expensive as we remember. It stings.
*College students like coffee… a lot.
*Gladiator sandals are in. I’m the only one wearing $2.50 flip flops.
*It’s hard to find a pencil pouch. Doesn't anyone like to keep their pens organized? OR a super cute planner? Like this sold out one. :(

Updates
:: I know what I am going to do the nightstand and might get it done Labor Day weekend… maybe. (Still struggling with my China Dresser. Its wood is pretty but it is the same color as our floors. Maybe lacquer? :D I told David if we choose to lacquer he can rent a paint sprayer. He got excited.)

:: Um.. so I am on Day 2. It is the hardest challenge, as hard as giving up candy for lent. Except sometimes you don’t even realize you are complaining till it is too late. If I was honest with myself I would say that I complained this morning about Vista. But I really want to make it to Day 4. I am officially changing the rules to a 7 day challenge.