on my first week of school

I have two goals this Labor Day: do my nails and get comfortable with chemistry.  I’m already well on my way to accomplishing both; my toenails are done and I’m halfway through my end-of-chapter practice problems.  Hurray!

While everyone else is diving into fall with the emergence of pumpkin-EVERYTHING, I’m resisting the urge and hanging onto summer for at least one more month by sporting teal and coral nail polish before bringing out my arsenal of “fall” colors.  You can read more on my “seasonal” categories of nail polish here and here.  I just got Essie’s “Carry On,” a really deep yet vibrant purple, which I can’t wait to try for fall.  I was going to use it today, but I just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving summer behind in the beginning of September…

Anyway, back to school…

I love school.  I loved it the first time around (for the most part) and have really embraced the thought of being a student for the next few years.  It’s a little weird being older than everyone else, but I’m still in the “relatively young” category.  Us “older folks” in my classes have kind of gravitated toward each other, which is nice.  This time around, however, I sit in the front row, have to resist the urge to “ssshh” my teeny-bopper classmates and take notes feverishly.

I’ve been mostly impressed so far with ECC’s classes and teachers.  I have a mix of teachers, ranging from a young-ish guy who must have his masters’ to a very old Indian man with his Ph.D.  All of them seem genuinely interested in their students’ success and there is a little more ‘hand-holding’ than I was used to at Penn State.  The classes are even small enough to take attendance!

I am definitely anxious about some of the math aspects of my chemistry and anatomy classes.  It’s seriously SIMPLE stuff, and I vaguely remember it from high school, but I’m really having a hard time!  I’m hoping it’s only because I’ve been away from it all for so long (10 years!), and that it will start coming back with practice.  I rocked high school chemistry–seriously, I did.  This self-proclaimed math- and science-phobe scored the highest GPA in chemistry way back when, to include all the bona fide  science nerds.  I’m still not quite sure how I did it, except that I studied a lot, wanted to impress my teacher and I actually did “get” the chemistry to some degree.  So, there is hope I’ll “get it” again, and soon!  Definitely going to have to hit-up Andrew for some chemistry-equation tutoring…

Speaking of Andrew…  He’s been off mountain biking all morning with some guys from work.  Jealous!  Well, a little.  I’m all for mountain biking on a much tamer level than he is.  I’m excited to get a bike; I haven’t had one in years!  If we buy a house in the village, I can’t wait to get one on which I can toodle around town and to which I can attach a basket.  I mean, can’t you just see me riding over to the bakery to pick up a loaf of bread?  Ha!  I can’t wait!  And I need to have some sort of mountain bike…  I can’t let Andrew have all the fun alone!

OK, lunch- and blog-break over!  Back to chemistry!

 

here’s to multiple choice

Had my first night class tonight–Psych 100.  I am, apparently, one of the only people who DIDN’T take Intro to Psychology in college the first time around.  I did, however, take Sociology 100, as I learned from my transcripts.  (Nope, didn’t remember taking it at all.)

The psych teacher explained to us tonight that because she herself is in her last year of graduate school, she doesn’t have time to read papers.  Therefore, she said, we are the luckiest psych students at ECC, if not all college-dom, because there will be no writing assignments this semester.  The sighs of relief emitted from my classmates was AUDIBLE.

I was, perhaps, the only one in class who was just the tiniest bit disappointed.  Yes, you heard that right.  Disappointed.

Don’t get me wrong; essays and papers and book reports are time-consuming, and time will be in short supply around here for the forseeable future, so I’m not that upset.  But I did feel a slight pang of sadness that the ONE thing I know I’m good at, that I’m totally comfortable with, that I spent my ENTIRE four years of college the first time around doing, will not be a part of the only class it could have been.  I mean, I’m basically taking all science from here on out…

Here’s to all the extra studying I’ll be able to do with all the time I’m going to save NOT writing for psych!

my chemistry books cost HOW much!?!

$271.50 for a giant book, a solutions manual and an online access code to do homework.  Seriously.

That is, of course, ECC’s price.  So, I’ll be looking elsewhere for those and the rest of my books.  Unfortunately, I won’t have my labs or my psych class until later this week, so I think I’m going to have to do multiple orders online.  I already feel behind and it’s just the first day!

Going back to school has been a bit of an adventure already, and thankfully the butterflies in my stomach were only minimal this morning as I walked into class.

Back-to-school shopping, once a treasured, looked-forward-to event from my childhood, was (as I said earlier) anti-climactic at best last night.  At worst, it was a bit of an argument with Andrew and almost didn’t happen!  I don’t know why I left it for the last minute, but I did, and come on?  I’m almost 30; I didn’t want to make more out of it than I needed to, so I figured we’d pick up some paper and a binder at Target.  It’s not like they wouldn’t have them.

Well…  They didn’t.  The school section was pretty picked-over and Andrew (the almost perpetual student) is picky about his school supplies, and mine apparently.  He wasn’t happy with the selection and my out-of-practice, fighting anxiety self was along for the ride at this point.  We headed to Office Max.

Unfortunately, not every store in America keeps Target’s fantastic business hours, and when we arrived at Office Max, it was closed.  I was feeling pretty lousy at this point, thinking I might have to go to school with an empty backpack.

We headed to Wal-Mart.  I should add here two things:

1. Earlier in the day, Andrew suggested going to Wal-Mart for school supplies.

2. I responded, “I like to enjoy myself when I shop and Wal-Mart just ruins it for me,” or something to that affect.  Andrew laughed, out loud, called me a snob and said I should put that quote on the blog.

I walked into Wal-Mart that night, never quite so happy to be eating my words.  Thankfully, their school section was relatively impressive and only in mild disarray.  At least we went to the newer Wal-Mart in town.

Andrew schooled me (haha, get it?) in the art of school supplies.  He demanded I use notebooks and binders and proceeded to fill the cart with goodies.  I think I only picked out my assignment book, and since I asked his opinion about it, too, I really can’t take much credit for doing any of the school-supply shopping.  What would I do without my engineer?  I guess since he was his high school valedictorian and has THREE degrees to his name (all with minimal effort while typically achieving one of the highest, if not THE highest GPA in the class), it wouldn’t hurt to take his advice about school.  OK, that was pretty gratuitous bragging on Andrew, but I realized this morning I don’t do enough of it.  Love you honey and so glad you actually read my blog 🙂

ANYWAY…

I woke up this morning at the same time I normally do: 5:50-something. Between my internal clock and the dog, I rarely hear my alarm, which was set for 6:15.  I was supposed to be on the treadmill by 6:30, so I didn’t have time for my usual pre-run coffee.  For those who are runners, you know that this threw me off schedule.  Must get up earlier Wednesday; I love the solitude of my mornings and I’ll sacrifice a little sleep for some coffee, a chance to check the email and use the facilities.

Having packed Andrew’s lunch and my snack the night before, as well as my bookbag, all I had to do this morning was run, shower, make breakfasts and blog.  I had plenty of time for all of that, especially since I don’t have to leave until 8:30, a full 45 minutes after Andrew does.  Yet I felt rushed the whole time!  I blame it on nerves.  We’ll see how Wednesday goes.

On to class.  ECC’s South Campus, where I’m taking all my classes this semester, is less than 15 minutes away.  I arrived in plenty of time for my first class, CHEM 180, which is equivalent to CHEM 111, or university chemistry.  Believe it or not, I was actually good at chemistry in high school.  Seriously.  As in I got the highest grade in the class.  I know, right?  I barely believe it, too.  It was only because I had a fantastic teacher and I wanted to do well to impress him.  (Not in a crush kind of way, in a no-one-thinks-I-can-do-well-so-I’m-going-to-show-them kind of way.  Whatever works…)  So, I’m hoping to channel a little of that attitude this time around since the class is going to be CRAZY BUSY/HARD and the teacher seems awesome.  I’m definitely going to need to brush-up on the Periodic Table…I don’t remember a thing and there are practice problems and quizzes and homework assignments all over the place!

My Intro Bio class is next, in the same room (how convenient!) but it’s a whole other story.  The teacher is a short, old, VERY soft-spoken Indian man who seems nice but isn’t nearly as authoritative as he should be.  Especially since there were some loud teeny-boppers chattering away behind me… It was all I could do to not turn around and say something really snarky and rude (yet clever with an ‘older and wiser’ feel), except that I couldn’t think of anything and I’d be afraid they’d make fun of me for the rest of the semester, and that’s when I realized I’m just not cut out to make snarky, rude comments anyway.  But I seriously might say something in the future if they don’t keep it down; we can barely hear the man as it is!

Oh, and the drunk girl!  At least I think so.  Or I hope so.  She basically answered all the professor’s rhetorical questions, out loud, in a sleepy voice with majorly glazed-over eyes.  If that’s her normal behavior, this semester is going to be a long one.  But, I did kind-of make a friend.  I ended up chatting with a guy in front of me who is going to school to be a physical therapist (I think, or a personal trainer…).  He’s not right out of high school (but still much younger than I), so it was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone who didn’t look like they were in pain just being there.

Next up, and last for my Monday schedule, was Anatomy and Physiology.  The teacher is an older, gray-haired lady who obviously has a lot of experience teaching the subject.  She seems like the ‘tough love’ type; she threatened to take anyone’s cell phone she sees, yet included smiley-faces and “You can do this!” notes on her syllabus.  I liked her.  The class will be a lot of work, but it’s not terribly hard.  Mostly just memorization, and I’m interested in learning more about the body.  I mean, it’s my body–shouldn’t I know what the bones are actually called?  Shouldn’t we all, at least to some degree?

So, I’m both overwhelmed and uplifted.  It felt neat walking into school this morning wearing my (new!) backpack, taking my first steps toward something unknown and huge and exciting.  I’ve spent all afternoon scouring the internet for cheap textbooks, when all I really want to do is start reading them!

Andrew and I had planned to go to fancy-schmancy (I LOVE that word) dinner to celebrate my weight-loss and my going back to school, but it’s a bit windy here and our destination involves a table outside, so we’ll postpone that.  Instead, we’re heading to his parents’ house for pizza to celebrate something else: Carolyn got a job!  For those who don’t know, Carolyn is Andrew’s middle sister who got a degree in a teaching and has been unable to find an actual teaching position since graduating a couple years ago….  She’s done pre-school, she’s subbed, she’s worked at Gap and Ulta…  And finally, today, she was offered a teaching position!  The only downside?  It’s an hour away, in Olean.  Oh well, there could be worse things.

Hurray for big days for the both of us!