I remember it, but only vaguely. The first day (ever) of school. Got all dressed up and Mom took my picture right in front of the house. I don’t remember who took me to the bus stop, but I remember my bus driver scared me. Not because he was an evil person, but because he was new and he was big. After a long time, I got over being scared of him and actually came to like him a lot.
But that’s beside the point. Today was another first day of school. The first day of this semester. The first day of school after taking most of a semester and all summer off. The first day of full-time college at home. Whatever categories you want to put it in, it doesn’t matter. I don’t have all my books, but most of them are ordered.
I slept in this morning – the first time since starting my job…at least during the week (I’ve gone down to only working two days a week now). I got to the school about a half an hour before my first class, but I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be late. I don’t know my way around this school very well yet. But since I had so much time, I went to the bookstore and got the only book I couldn’t get online since it’s made “just for PVCC.” Whatever. I guess we’ll find out what that means. I glanced through it, but it looked awfully generic.
My first class this morning (history) was really boring. The whole syllabus bit without any lecture. My second class might have something, but since that’s the one class I don’t even have the books ordered for yet….