On Thursday I had my first day of classes at CTS. I so wished I had some brand new #2 pencils to sharpen for the occasion, but alas, I purchased mechanical pencils. I also bought highlighters and new ink gel pens. I had an uncontained giddiness and idealism that has yet to be jaded. I was alert (albeit freezing) for both of my classes, my brain whirring with all that there was to be learned. There were hip new 3-ring notebooks for each class and unmarred syllabi to put in them.
On my first day, here’s what I learned:
I have amazing, passionate professors who want me to succeed. One of them, Dr. Williams wrote the book Far as the Curse is Found, which I have been reading this August.
For a realist, I’m very idealistic about this season of school.
Take snacks and a long-sleeved layer to 3 hour classes.
This is going to be great.
Hopefully, forthcoming, is a picture of Karen and I on our way to class together. I recalled the pics my mom used to take of my brother and I on our bikes (I had a banana seat) ready to pedal our way to our first day of elementary school, backpacks hanging over both shoulders, attired in new back-to-school clothes. I bought a new t-shirt for Thursday.
So I was thinking. . . 
Ooo, we just got Far As the Curse is Found in the mail this week! The Young Shepherds are reading it for their class. I think I might have to take a look at it.
(I threw 2 peanut butter jars away last week. What a waste. I couldn’t help but think of B.)