As most of you know, I have gone back to school full-time, and I am very excited about it. However, it is definitely an adventure. I have made it through the first month but I have a long way to go. Adjusting to having NO life has been really strange. Watching TV, going to the movies, weekends traveling, or simply relaxing and reading a book for the fun of it, are a thing of the past. Not to mention, we bought a house, and I think I will be done decorating it when I have some free time… before we sell it and buy another one years from now.
I spend my days memorizing body parts, bones, tissues, DNA strands, all about parasites and how they can kill you, and of course, the chemistry of it all among other things. Somehow, no matter how far I try get away from chemistry, it is always there.
Since I have no free time, I was beginning to worry about not spending enough time with my husband but not to worry, his other love is back. Yes, if you immediately thought football, you are correct. Keeping up with his fantasy football teams is way more important, intense, stressful and time-consuming than any of my school subjects, or at least that’s what he would have you believe. I don’t know how he does it!
Another fun part of going back to school is spending time with 18 year olds. I know I should not feel old because I am only 29, but it feels like I’ve lived a lifetime next to some of these kids. It’s the world of nothing in common. They have it all figured out year by year to include when they are getting married, having kids, traveling around the world, and of course the most important thing, moving out of their parents house. Somehow when I bring up subjects like mortgage, biological clock, in-laws, coffee being better than soda, I just don’t seem to make a connection. I guess I have to keep working on it. Did I also mention that they all try to look like Britney Spears? I am not sure if it makes me feel inadequate, frumpy, uncomfortable, old-fashioned, outdated, or just simply older. I just don’t think it’s practical to run around campus in tube tops and stilettos at 8 o’clock in the morning. I could be wrong and in need of some serious shopping!
And the �drama� continues�
