Death by Algebra class (or flies), news at 11:00!

Have you seen the movie Ground Hog's Day with Bill Murray. Where he wakes up everyday and it's T H E S A M E D A Y! E V E R Y D A Y! During school days that is what it feels like. From morning (make 3 lunches, pack 2 snacks, fill 3 water bottles, who doesn't like syrup on their waffles) till night (who needs to eat dinner at 4 because of practice, is this orthodontist appointment a LONG one or a short one, write words, memorize multiplication facts, work on handwriting) Of course that's just the tip of the parent that's home with them ice burg :)

This week has been pretty much the same. Except for the fact that, on Tuesday my Algebra class almost killed me.

I'm SO not joking!!

At one point I promise you there were ( )'s and { }'s [ ]'s and exponents and negatives that magically turn positive just because my professor told us so, being hurled like poison tipped darts right at my temples! Shortly after I realized that it was just my headache, from what I'm assuming was me using parts of my brain that have been PERFECTLY happy living in the dark and also had grown quite accustomed to the cobwebs that were living there!

Oh and did I also mention that we had some fly visitors also.

Yes, I said FLY visitors.

One of my delightfully delicious children left the door open in our basement that leads outside, for oh lets just say a WHOLE DAY.

And at some point a BIG fly (like a horse fly but just not biting) came in and had some fun with another BIG fly and created the miracle of life right in my basement.

If your a fly lover then you might want to browse right over this part.....
We have been swatting, vacuuming, spraying, chasing, EVERY last one of those nasty suckers!!

As I'm sitting here typing, I dare to say it (but I think we got them) I'm checking over my shoulder as we speak to see if there is some sneak attack drill going on behind me.

I'll keep you all posted....

I guess in so many ways my life is like the Ground Hog movie and really I'm OK with it.

Having visions of Indiana Jones type Algebra classes and flies big enough to carry me away to Never Never Land, really aren't my style.

A little sparkle never hurt anybody!

Today was a misty drizzly day. Kind of reminded me of when I get a headache. Your cloudy and droopy and just waiting for the fog to be lifted off of your brain. The temperature was in the low 70's but until the rain was done falling on our heads, those 70 temperatures could of just as well been the 90's.

As I was walking to class trying to stay dry, I still couldn't help notice the beauty that was all around me.
I'm passed the nervous stage (well sort of :). Walking around the KSU campus has been more enjoyable the last 2 times, I'm letting myself enjoy all the sights. The nature sights and the student BODY sights.

Magnolia trees are as far as the eye can see on the school grounds. And there is always the smell of fresh Cypress mulch in the air. Those 2 combinations make this southern fried girl, very happy.

I'm assuming like most things in life, there will be stages....

• holy crap what am I doing!!


• nervous about being a freshman who's main talent has nothing to do with beer pong!


• OK we CAN do this!


• excitement, like a puppy that keeps going for the same damn toy over and over again


• comfortable


• relaxed


• and then like all good things that come to an end, AM I HERE AGAIN!

I'm at the puppy dog stage, I'm thinking I will be here for awhile. Comfortable is not ANY where in my future. I'm as far out of my element as I can possibly be. And I'm learning to love it. EVERY single minute of it!

As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in the library waiting for my Algebra class to open up. Yes I am a nerd and get here EARLY. I would rather wait for my professor and still have enough time to visit my friend (the restroom) before class each day. I walk up the 4 flights of stairs (can I add that to my walking schedule?) and wait, with a smile on my face.

As I'm walking the 17 miles to and from my car each day and then again waiting for my class, I'm always observing.

So many thoughts go through my mind....

My classes have been COLD, there is no chilly in that sentence, it is COLD! And sadly, I don't think some of these young girls walking around have been taught that short shorts and even tighter tank tops, in the fridge arctic air, show EVERYONE that you and your "girls" (no matter how big or small) are cold.

I also keep thinking that my dear sweet husband is a saint. He went through college, as I went through 2 pregnancies. I went from one of those cute, short shorts and tighter tank tops to Shamu the beached whale. People, there was nothing pretty about me being pregnant, N O T H I N G. And he walked around looking at "chilly girls" and having to go home to the cookie monster.

He has earned some points and doesn't even know it!

I also can understand how kids go to college and become someone else. Or maybe not really someone else, just the person they are suppose to be. In just my few classes, my professor have told stories about their reasons for things and how they learned things and it really opens your mind up to different ideas.

As I'm walking around, I also look at certain kids and think, is that going to be Hannah? Or Jakob? Or Alex? I'm curious at which one of those students they will be? How will they observe their college experience?

And lastly, I think I have come to terms with the fact that I'm probably going to enjoy this experience more than I ever thought possible. I'm curious to see how this will all end. Will I be a different person? I hope not! I like my goofy, non speaking correctly self.

I hope that I'm like a 34 year old wedding ring that gets taken in for some fine tuning and a good cleaning.

Still the same tried and true ring, but with lots more sparkle to it :)