So I want to tell you about my first day at school. For those of you just tuning in, my parents have decided that instead of me bumming around in a low paying job for the rest of my life (until i meet that sugar daddy), I am going to school to pursue the one thing that seems to have held out longer than any job I have ever had - web design. Sad but true, I have had this site and kept it up longer than any job I have ever had.

Anyway, I am taking three classes and go three days a week from 8 until 2. The down side is that I have to travel about half an hour to the Decatur campus and have to get up earlier than god to get a parking place. And all of my classes allow ten minutes to get to the next class (wanted to knock them all out in one shot rather than wait around and go all five days.)

My first class was public speaking. The down side was the whole speaking in public thing (it's a required class obviously). The upside? I get to choose topics from a list - the list happening to look a lot like the last fifty moments for us - so the classwork is already done :) Unfortunately, she let us out early and I had to wait around an hour til my next class.

Now my next class I have some serious gripes. When I checked out my class schedule, I made sure that I picked out names like Smith and Jones and other names that sounded like English was the first language and not a first hobby. I ended up with Mr. Smith taking off the summer to find himself and Mr. Habeeb stepping in to be the Pre Calc teacher - this being my worst subject anyway. It also looks like math is something his very existence depends upon and so he thinks it yours as well - he kept us over 8 minutes leaving me two minutes to run to my next class - Photography I.

I end up late (of course) get the usual stern look from the teacher and sit down. This is where my hatred for housewives with too much free time was solidified. I am sitting behind some woman who has decided that since her schedule with her life allows her to sleep in til 11am - this 11:30 class hits that dry period before it's time to get her nails done at 3. She has no reason being here as she is AUDITING this class "just for shits and giggles" and could care less about getting an "A". The really bad part is that half the class is made up of these people. The other half have the brain equivalent of hockey players and this class is an easy "A". When we went around the room and I mention this class is REQUIRED for me - i am given the look of disbelief and then the dreaded "oh, an art major". Wait a minute!!! I am not an art major. I have more things to do and conquer than just saying "do you want fries with that?" than most of the already accomplished housewives in this class. No matter, I know that five years from now I will have that appointment at 3pm for my nails - it's just that I will have a full schedule of duties involving a career and a nice salary that doesn't come with a man coming home and saying "honey, i am home, where is the burnt dinner?"

Anyway, still working on all that stuff for the site and am still getting great ideas from all of you - please keep them coming.