It’s the first day of school for the … 20th time. Yesterday I started my last semester of classes. Right off the bat, I felt sure this would be the best semester ever.<\/p>\n
Part of it is that this is the ‘senior year’. My high school and undergrad senior years were fantastic. I knew everyone, I could navigate campus easily, I knew where the hidden tunnels were.<\/p>\n
Added to that is my light course load (just 10 wee hours) and a lack of any boggy, awful, required classes. My Childrens Literature class (which I had yesterday, because yesterday was Monday at the U of other I<\/a>) got me all jazzed. I love the books we’re reading (HP1, Harriet the Spy, The BFG, Where the Sidewalk Ends) and I’m a big fan of the teacher. I’m taking the class for half credit, so I don’t have to do the final project. I kind of want to anyway, which says a lot about the course (and my enthusiasm for kidlit) but it was really nice to think that come November and December, I won’t be stressed to the gills. Wadsbone will appreciate this as well.<\/p>\n Today I have Intro to Networking, and I had a nice long conversation with E (while she did the dishes, no less) about how great Intro to Networking is, and how much more confident she is with computers as physical things. Yay!<\/p>\n I’m kind of done taking pictures of me on the first day of school – it’s not quite as cute anymore. But I will share one from my first day of school at the U of I<\/a>, featuring my sister.<\/p>\n
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