First Week Down
Well, the first week of class has ended, and all is well.
I am now officially a Grad Student, and I have to say, I love, love, love being back in school. Though there were nerves, and the first few minutes of the class demonstrated how rusty I was in terms of note-taking, I very quickly felt myself getting "back into the groove." When I got out of class, I spent a small amount of time looking over the assigned readings for the following week, and even in that regard, it was like opening some mental floodgate. Suddenly, I felt as if my last semester of college was as recent as last spring. Eight years vanished, and I immediately felt myself falling back into my very good study habits and attitude. I am very optimistic about this and all the subsequent courses, and I can't wait to further develop my understanding and knowledge of a field about which I am already passionately enthusiastic.
As for my own courses, the ones I teach, I am very pleased with the first week's attendance and the rapport that has already been established between myself and my students. All four classes have been very receptive. It promises to be a very rewarding and productive semester.
On a more frustrating note, I must check to ensure that my sunroof is closed properly. Apparently, in a heavy downpour like this morning's, it rains on my front seat. Yay me!
My boy has not only survived, but also seems to quite enjoy the middle school. He is chipper upon returning home from school daily. This is a very big deal for my son, who, as of late, seems to have adopted all the angst and gloom of a troubled teen, though he has a full two years until teen status is official. Nevertheless, school seems to be enjoyable, barring, of course, his angry adjustment to an earlier schedule and needing to catch a bus.
So, all is good, and we're all off and running. And soon... I will be officially turning a year older.
I am now officially a Grad Student, and I have to say, I love, love, love being back in school. Though there were nerves, and the first few minutes of the class demonstrated how rusty I was in terms of note-taking, I very quickly felt myself getting "back into the groove." When I got out of class, I spent a small amount of time looking over the assigned readings for the following week, and even in that regard, it was like opening some mental floodgate. Suddenly, I felt as if my last semester of college was as recent as last spring. Eight years vanished, and I immediately felt myself falling back into my very good study habits and attitude. I am very optimistic about this and all the subsequent courses, and I can't wait to further develop my understanding and knowledge of a field about which I am already passionately enthusiastic.
As for my own courses, the ones I teach, I am very pleased with the first week's attendance and the rapport that has already been established between myself and my students. All four classes have been very receptive. It promises to be a very rewarding and productive semester.
On a more frustrating note, I must check to ensure that my sunroof is closed properly. Apparently, in a heavy downpour like this morning's, it rains on my front seat. Yay me!
My boy has not only survived, but also seems to quite enjoy the middle school. He is chipper upon returning home from school daily. This is a very big deal for my son, who, as of late, seems to have adopted all the angst and gloom of a troubled teen, though he has a full two years until teen status is official. Nevertheless, school seems to be enjoyable, barring, of course, his angry adjustment to an earlier schedule and needing to catch a bus.
So, all is good, and we're all off and running. And soon... I will be officially turning a year older.