I’m one week into university life. Well, university life from a non-traditional student’s point of view, anyway (since I don’t live in a dorm room, belong to a sorority, or relate to ANY stories about partying all night and then having to roll out of bed at the crack of noon to hurry and get to class). How can I best describe my experience thus far?
I. Love. It. !!!!!!
From the shuttle drivers in the morning who are kind and often funny, to the beautiful campus, to every single class, I am just in love with this new experience.
Where professors are concerned, I feel like I hit the jackpot. All four women are enthusiastic and passionate about the subjects they teach, and that makes each class exciting and interesting. I’m eager to walk five-million miles across campus each day to hear them speak and to participate in the great discussions they start.
Truly, I am in a sea of youthfulness. I say things that date me, like “June Cleaver” in my Race and Gender class, while some around me go, “Who?” I feel a little giddy when I notice another mature student on campus, and I really think we should come up with a secret wave, like motorcyclists have. “Hey buddy, they’ll be old like us one day, too. Just hang in there and try not to visibly gasp when you realize the 19-year-old sitting beside you is about to graduate while we still have 52 years to go.” Something like that.
Seriously, I really am in love with this. (And yes, even if I had been in the right math class and stayed, I’d still love the experience as a whole. Honest.) It’s about time, right? Funny thing is, I’m totally on a FINISH THIS challenge, and last night at my Women’s Leadership meeting, the big picture stretch yourself goal for my personality type is FINISH SOMETHING. Indeed I shall!
In many ways, I am still trying to find my footing, a good balance for studying, homework, classes, thinking, working, sleeping, etc., but it’s coming together nicely. I am simply enjoying this journey, diving into my subjects, immersing myself in all kinds of possibility.
And now I have to get back to it. But first: if the husband can do this to our living room -
- then I can do this to our dining room. Oh yeah!