Hi there. I am a newly reinstated college student.
True to form, I did not pull it off without a hitch. Basically, I registered for a chemistry and anatomy and physiology like months ago. And then three days before classes were due to start, I realized that I read my schedule completely wrong and that I did not have appropriate child care arranged to take A&P.
I tried to arrange said child care and failed.
I got stress hives which turned into pimples.
I dropped Anatomy and Physiology and found an open section of Statistics and registered for that, wringing my hands that I might be biting off more than I could chew.
I bought some astringent.
I went to my first statistics class on Tuesday morning. It was horrible. I don’t really want to demonize an instructor on here because it is just unnecessary and rude and all that. So I will keep it nice and simple and say that by the end of the class I had a new set of hives/pimples.
I went to my first chemistry class on Tuesday evening. I feel like my textbook is written in hieroglyphics. I feel like I might not be the sharpest gal in the room. I feel like I might need to spend some extra time studying to pull this bad boy off. But I liked my professor a lot. He reminded me a bit of my grandpa actually. Which seems like a good sign. And even though I had no idea what was going on, I wanted to. Chemistry seems very exciting. And I think at some point I get to wear safety goggles. So the payoffs are huge.
So that night, I got in the car to come and put all my books on the passenger seat and started driving home and my car started beeping at me that my passenger was not wearing a seat belt. That’s right. The sum total weight of my books is equal to that of a phantom human being. It was troubling. When I got home, I confessed to Craig that I had maybe bitten off more than I could chew but that I was going to stick it out a while longer because maybe I could manage it and it seemed awfully early to be giving up on Stats and I just hate to be a quitter, etc.
And then Craig got very upset with me, which happens like once every three years. Because he felt that I was going to be an insane stress monster for four months and selflessly (I’m sure) he was worried about my mental and physical health. Then I got very upset with Craig for being upset with me on my first day because obviously I deserved hearty congratulations — not the extra stress of an angry husband. Then Craig got stress cold sores and I got more stress hive-pimples.
Then I prayed a lot and realized that God, my husband, my mother, my car, and my own self were all telling me to let a little bit go. So, I dropped Statistics at like 3 in the morning on the very first day of classes and felt hugely relieved. I might have even written a letter to the college telling them they might want to look into the credibility of their professor.
So that was my first day of COLLEGE.
One class at a time. Get ready nursing world. I’ll be coming to you in about a decade. WATCH OUT!