Me Freshman- Salt Lake Community College
The fears of starting a new school when you're 34 years old are not very different than when you're 13. I tried to dress as neutrally as possible so I wouldn't standout right away, didn't work. My first teacher of the day called unneeded attention to my shoes giving a lecture, no less than 6 full minutes long, about the overpricing of canvas-top converse athletic shoes. Whatever. One very different thing that happened to me this time around was: I got hit on! Even asked out to lunch. Okay, it was by my old high school math teacher but I'm still counting it.
Jerm Undergrad- Weber State University
He didn't say much about it except he stayed awake. That's a plus. He was a little miffed when he had to pay full price for a parking pass when he goes to school at night and the parking lot is empty.
Vinny & Zan 3rd and 1st grade- Providence Hall Elementary
As we approached the school the streets were crowded with parked cars and mothers walking their kids in for their first day. Zander spoke up quickly, "Oh those poor poor kids that need their moms to show them where to go." Vinny agreed and that was my hint not to park and walk them to their classes. I felt a little odd when I pulled up to the drop-off and was the only car there. My boys didn't seem to care. They hopped right out of the car like they'd been going there for years, blew me a kiss and took off into the school. When I picked them up that afternoon they told me about their "great" days and delicious lunches and the fun games they played at recess, pizza tag and wall-ball. They didn't even know that I was 35 minutes late picking them up! I seem to have dozed off after I got home from class and woke up at 4:00 in a frenzied panic. I flew down the stairs forgetting to put my still-sleeping feet in front of me and landed in a crumpled mess at the bottom. I picked myself up, jumped in the car and sped all the way there, sure I was going to be met by crying kids and disapproving teachers. But no, the doting mothers that had to walk their kids to their classes that morning were still in a line 2 blocks long trying to pick their kids up! (they probably couldn't find their own way out.) Hallelujah. By the time I got to the front of the line they were apologizing to me for making it such a hassle. I forgave them but told them not to let it happen again. :)
