So I have been setting myself up for failure, because that is how I am. I have been very blasé about it, and it was bugging Josh because every five minutes he would ask me if I am excited about going to college. Well, I went today and it actually wasn’t too bad. I didn’t get my book because the bookstore wasn’t open. The professor(algebra) seems very nice and explains things how I will understand them. In only one class I had several light bulb moments about prime numbers and fractions, wishing I had learned this way back in high school. Though, in high school, I would have never been mature enough to learn this way. I still have to really study multiplication facts, because I am so so so rusty… math is NOT my strength.
So I got my books during a break & after standing in line, they told me I needed my student ID to charge them to my financial aid. I put them back, then went to stand in another line(across campus) to get my student ID card. Afterward, I went back to get my algebra books. After class I went again back to the bookstore for the 3rd time to get my other books. I didn’t have a printout of my classes so I marched myself over to the library(across campus) to print it out & visited the bookstore a fourth time to get the rest of them.
When I got home I finally felt excited. My MIL called to ask how it went, and it felt good to know that her and her Fiancé are rooting for me. This is the first time I have driven out of our little town by myself and we have lived here since October! I also filled up the tires with air before I went, which seems stupid and small, but since I have met Josh he has always taken care of the car maintenance. It was really cold out this morning but it warmed up and actually felt kinda nice outside by the time class was over. My next classes are Anthropology, English and then Art. I know it is silly to be giddy over retail therapy, but I get to buy myself a new notebook & pencil case and although it is small purchases, it makes me happy. We also have to buy printer cartridges, but that doesn’t conduct the same elation.