A weekend warrior

This past weekend was the first weekend class I have ever had and then the first time I had been to a university. It is nothing like Junior College at all. I thought I was going to swallow a bug because of how ginormous the campus is. I got to my class and the first thing I notice are the desks, which are still connected to the chair like in kindergarten or something. I looked at the chair, then looked at my behind. Something had to give and I knew my behind wasn't going anywhere no time soon. I looked around the room hoping to find a table with a chair (like we had in Junior College) and sure enough I found one. I was hoping no one was sitting there and so I hurried across the room and claimed that as my seat. It's not the best, but it was surely better than those desk/chairs.

So as class started, I was thinking that this can't be too bad. Well Friday night, it wasn't that bad. It's the Saturday and Sunday all day classes that nearly made me want to scream. Friday night was from 5:00 to 9:00 p.m., but the other two days: 9:00 in the dog gone morning until 5:00 in the dog gone evening. I kept saying that I could do this. One older lady is in my class and I so declare if this lady crackles that peanut bag one more time, I'm gonna lose my sanity and throw one of them desk/chairs at her. That probably would not be a good idea since this is a homicide class. Ok, delete that thought. I'm like why don't she just pour the peanuts in her hand and eat them instead of digging in this small bag and pulling them out one by one. There is also this guy in my class who looks like he could be Robert DeNiro's son and at any moment, I'm expecting him to say, "You talking to me?" Well I did survive it, so now I can say, "one weekend down, two more to go."

Lovingly yours,