Yesterday I went to the college campus to meet with my advisor because I'm too old for this shit, and I have no idea what I'm doing in terms of EVERYTHING. As soon as I shook hands with the man I let him know he had some work to do because I was completely clueless. He gave me a smile and got right to it.
I'm only part time, so I'll only be taking two classes this semester, which will be anthropology (studying Africa!) and acting. How awesome is that?! It also turns out that I already have 25 credits from two very short college stints I attempted about fifteen years ago. Do you know what this means??
I'm a sophomore, bitchezzzz!
Anyway, I had to get home right away, so I didn't have a lot of time to re-acquaint myself with the campus; however, the small amount of walking around I did left me feeling slightly different than the young, perky children of the usual college ages who were also milling around. I was certain each of my elderly gray hairs were gleaming in the light, and every laugh line was mocking me.
It's ok, once I start classes I'm sure my awesome 36-year-old wisdom will outshine any of my visible signs of aging. Maybe.
Regardless, I'm more than ready to dive in and get these gen-ed classes out of the way so I can focus on my major, which is film production. Talk about fun - I'm more excited than I've been in a very long time and I. CAN'T. WAIT!!