back to school, back to school...Billy Madison style
I swear to God that I am a decade older than everyone in my class. I am as old as the teachers. I am as old as the librarians. I am as old as dirt.
That is how this school makes me feel, for I am used to the "Non-Trad" community college I have attended in the past. Some of the freekin' students look like they are 15 years old. Anyway, I will get over it! If you see me wearing giant hoop earrings, sequined cleave shirts, and high heels it as in dedication of looking a couple of years younger!
My classes are ok so far, except for Biochemistry -as expected...who is good at BIOCHEMISTRY anyway??? I am feeling things out at Hannah's as to how much work I can handle. Lot's of change and lots of studying is in my future!!!
This is a farewell to my life as I knew it...and to all of you as Bloggers (hahaha). I will be lucky if I have time this semester to update you guys.
posted by Becki @ 9:44 AM
4 Comments:
At 8:52 PM ,
: the art of living : said...
Cheers on your new semester!
At 9:34 PM ,
Lynette said...
Well life is a merry go round and you are on a new horse but that is OK you would not want to be bored my dear. Just keep up and keep looking at all those young things because they have so much to learn you will do fine and if I see you in heels I will die, hoop ear rings I can deal with I have dealt with a little one in your nose.....!!!!! One week under your belt only have a few left right?
At 9:02 AM ,
Becki said...
funny, Mom!!! That made me laugh out loud in the computer lad and now people are probably making fun of me. I already was talking to two girls after class and saw one look down. I walked away and noticed my zipper was down! Great! I am that girl...anyway, I got the "What year are you?" question, too. Oh well...thanks for the encouragement everyone!
At 10:07 PM ,
kelli said...
Haha! This entire post is hilarious, comments and all. I can just imagine how you feel. I totally tried to blend in the last time I was in C, and instead felt everyone's eyes just staring me down. I suddenly felt 44 instead of 24. I mean, I even began to worry if my backpack was cool or not. It's so hard to "fit in" or at least try to somewhat be yourself without feeling like a total loser. Those darn kids are so judgemental.
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