School starts tomorrow. I’m going to be back on campus, heading to classes, doing my readings and working on assignments.
My backpack is packed, my lunch is waiting in the fridge, my first class is at 8:30 tomorrow morning.
This time at university is different for a lot of reasons. When I went back in 2004 I was older than the other students, but now I’m much older. I found my first grey hair a week or so ago.
I have a kid and a husband and a mortgage. I’m taking these classes for a specific reasons – I need to finish my honours year, with the grades and the references from my professors to get into my Masters program.
I picked my classes based on how they fit into a schedule so that I could be home to meet the bus as often as possible and fill all the degree requirements. I have already starting thinking about my assignments – and I’m really excited. I’m incorporating the work that I do into the assignments to that when I finish my degree I will have that much more of a knowledge base.
This is a very exciting time.
But at the same time, the other kids in the class are going to know right off the bat that I’m different. They’ll know I’m older, they’ll know I wasn’t in their classes last year – and I’m probably going to be pretty talkative.
It’s a whole new world.