Last night I was a student for the first time since Liam has been born. I wasn't nervous. I wasn't dreading it. I actually pretty excited.
For some reason night class is a lot easier to go to when you are getting out of bath time rather than missing out on valuable socializing in your college apartment.
Basically I'm taking an advanced ceramics course at the local college. I'm a non-trad student in a room full of 19-20-somethings. It's daunting. And weird. And I totally feel like an old lady for the first time in my adult life.
Back in college non-traditional students had the reputation of asking too many questions and knowing too many answers. In other words, they actually appeared to be trying, which already set them a world apart from the rest of us.
This was not going to be me.
So last night I slipped on my leggings and Converse (because isn't that what all the kids are wearing these days?) determined not to stand out or be labeled.
It lasted approximately 3.5 minutes. The rest of the time I spent asking too many questions, knowing too many answers, and getting in everyone's way.