Back to school

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I just finished my first official week of school. Classes started last Friday, and with Theo and Stasha starting school on Monday, it's been a bit of an adjustment for the whole family.

Since I have an 8:00 class Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Tim gets the kids ready for school and drops them off at the bus stop. I get up at the unheard of time (for me) of 6:30, which means that by the time I get to class I am still so sleepy I can barely spell three letter words like "gap".

I am really enjoying being back at school. I was apprehensive at first, as it's been at least 20 years since I've been in a classroom, but maybe it's like riding a bicycle. You never really forget how to prop your chin in your hands and try not to fall asleep in class, nor do you forget how to find the nearest spot to buy coffee afterwards. Also, you never forget how to seek out the comfiest spot to recline and read between classes. It's all coming back to me now.

The university of Lethbridge has no shortage of "mature" students like myself, however they are not in my classroom. Since one of my classes is a first year introductory course in kinesiology, many of the kids are fresh out of high school and hoping to coach an Olympic team to glory. If only there was one fat kid in the bunch - but there isn't. Also, because it's such a big class, the instructors make you do lame-o things like "introduce yourself to the person two rows in front of you etc and share some personal information".  Oh my GOD, I hate that. It's freaking torture! But not because I'm shy - I'm not shy, I'm grumpy. And I'm not grumpy because I'm old. I was this grumpy when I was 17.

And, I really am grumpy. I'm grumpy at the slack-jawed lackwits with Sherpa sized backpacks in front of the corridor I want to go through, because  sure I'll just stand here since I have nowhere else I need to go, I like being trapped in this hallway listening to you talk about your social life.
I'm grumpy at the kids that wander into computer lab going "what room is this? what class is this? um, am I supposed to be here?". (no, you're not. Your mom and dad didn't really want you)
I'm grumpy at the fact that the first few classes were spent reading the syllabus out loud, in case the students didn't get past page 2 in the handout.

But, for all that, it's fun. Just don't steal my pens and highlighters, and nobody will get hurt.