Fall 2011 - Week 2 - Baby Boy and Mom #1

Week two has been a success!  

I have hit the ground running in all of my classes.  The homework isn’t too terribly difficult, the classes don’t seem to be giving me much trouble at the moment.  However, I believe in the future that my psychology class of all classes is going to give me the most trouble out of all of them .  ** Whomever said that psychology is an “Easy A” needs to be kicked in the teeth!**  I say this because of the multiple essays that are required to be written, my horrid writing skills, and the dry, crusty, and just flat out boring textbook with seemingly never-ending chapters that I must read and draw information from.   

Well. . . no choice but to keep a steady pace.   

Wish me luck!

 Well, I'm officially exhausted!  This was my first FULL week of classes from both the community college and the university.

So far I'm really enjoying everything except my Spanish class.  It's conducted entirely in Spanish, which would be great except that I don't speak Spanish.  It also moves a little too fast for me.  I'm more of a slow, methodical listener, speaker, and writer . . . that won't cut it at all this semester.  After that class, I'm out of breath.  I feel like I've been running a Spanish-speaking-marathon.  I think I'm going to have to start watching Spanish television (which I should have already been doing, but I'm not) because I really need to fine tune my Spanish listening ears.  *SIGH*  I also really hate all the hundreds and hundreds of pages of busywork my professor keeps giving us.  I need to read, write, and study in my other classes, but I'm dedicating way too much time to Spanish-Spanish-Spanish.  As you can see, that's going to be my problem class for this semester.

I'm super-duper excited about my psychological statistics and research design class.  It's supposed to be the hardest class in the liberal arts department, but I'm so excited about being able to create my own statistical study and collecting data from real live people and writing up my findings, well . . . I don't mind the hard work.  I'm too embarrassed to admit it in mixed company, but it sounds like FUN to me. ;-)

I've also learned to really enjoy my bus rides.  I usually put my iPod on with a little classical music to keep my anxiety at bay, and then I review my reading selections for my classes.  That way it's fresh in my mind when I get to class.  It's a great way to multitask, and I don't have to get my blood pressure up in the out-of-control traffic.  WINNING!

Unfortunately, this week on the bus, a man using a walker and wearing one of those plastic bracelets (the ones that you get either from the hospital or when you are out on your day trip from rehab) asked me out on a date.  I guess I don't look as young and fresh as I thought I did in my brand-spanking-new sundress.  The quality of heads I'm turning these days has really declined, LOL.  LOSING!

I don't know how Baby Boy gets his week summed up so briefly.  I had to take out 75% of  the stuff I wanted to say to keep mine to a reasonable length.  Oh, well.  Such is the difference between Mom and son. 

Enjoy your holiday weekend, Everyone!



Until next time . . .