Well, today is the first day of school for many people around here...
Me, being one of them.
So...remember, way back when...I was going to school for that Master's Education that won't just let you pay cash for? They make you actually go & learn the stuff?
Yeah....that's the one. I'm going back for more.
So...the last semester that I attended classes (Spring '08), I (1) forgot that school started at the beginning of the semester, and totally didn't go to the first class, and (2) ended up taking a leave of absence that semester...you know, after paying the tuition, buying the books & then I only got pennies back on the dollar when I had to leave. Whatever.
I'm not bitter. Not at all.
...okay...just a little.
Well, tonight after work, I will report, once again, to the old SW Complex, complete with it's odd smells & small desks & manual pencil sharpeners bolted to the walls.
I have no spiral notebook.
I have no 3-ring binder.
I have no #2 pencils.
Needless to say, I am ill-prepared to step into my future. I haven't even hit the bookstore yet to see what overpriced--written by the professor so I am padding his bank account--textbooks will be required.
I figure, I'll jack a pen & some copy paper on my way out the door & just make do for this first session. Or....I'll hit the bookstore in my hour & a half block of time between leaving work & the start of class, and I'll load up school supplies in the 11th hour. We'll see....
This morning, I was a few minutes late.
I'm totally blaming the school district for this one.
There is a school right here by my place of employment. All the cars to drop off the kids, the bus lane, the carpool lane, the drop off lane, the moms who aren't in the right lanes w/ their blinkers on, and the crosswalks. Goodness. I noticed this morning that the crossing guards have new hand held stop signs that light up. That's cool, I guess.
While I sat in the school traffic, I watched a mom push her wheelchair-bound special needs child at least 3 blocks to get him to school. I wonder what her morning was like. How long had they been walking? Does she do that twice a day?
I dunno. I just kind of thought, "wow".
And on THAT note, I'm going to stop complaining about school!
Moving right along...
I worked Saturday day shift, Sunday 12 hour shift, and now I'm back at work today. I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm tired. It's more like, I'm tired of this place.
When I got home last night, Hubby was telling me that Gage had been sooooo upset, laying with Daddy and crying about me being at work & working so much lately. "she's not coming home? she's gone forever?" He was very concerned that I was not coming home ever. Bless his little heart! So, of course, even though he was supposed to be in bed, I opened the door to his room, and his little eyes just LIT up. We hugged, and he snuggled, and he just cried telling me how much he missed me & how glad he was that I was home. It was WONDERFUL & pitiful at the same time.
I really probably should not have worked a 12 hour shift the day before I have to stay out late to go to school after work...but, I'll have Tuesday & Wednesday at home with him...so that will be great.
Something in the blogosphere:
there's a little boy named Gage who is starting his first day of school today. He's not my Gage, but obviously my child & this other Gage share the same name. Anyway, Gage Holmes has been battling leukemia, and he is starting kindergarten today. So, say a little prayer for Gage Holmes & the Holmes family on this important day for them!