first day of school ever... a day too early.

Yesterday morning was my last first day of school EVER.

Well actually... I thought that Tuesday was. Literally. I got up, had my outfit picked out, packed The Boy's lunch, ate breakfast, and loaded myself into the car so he could drop me off at the train. I had my lovely red bag with me and kept thinking that I looked kinda cute. I mean, come on-- it was my LAST first day of school EVER.

So I get to campus, which is totally packed, and I'm thinking "Oh, exciting... all of the little freshmen are in their tour group!" (in the back of my mind I was thinking that I was pretty sure tour groups are finished by the first day of school, but I digress...). I had about an hour to waste before my "first class", so I figured I'd find my building and scope out my classrooms so I'd know where I was going. A tiny red flag (alright, really tiny, more light pinkish) went up when I walked into the quite empty building, which is usually super busy (thanks to a sandwich/coffee shop on the first floor). I headed to the second floor, trying to quiet my flip flops and their noise so that I didn't distract all of the classes going on around me. I then took the elevator to the fourth floor, only to have the doors slide open to reveal... two men laying tile. My first thought was "Now THAT'S going to be inconvenient when classes start in the next hour or so..." It was at this point that I tried to giggle and play off the fact that I was looking for a class that probably wasn't in session. I sweetly asked which way the classrooms were, tiptoed around the corner, and quickly Googled (thank God for the iPhone) "northeastern university first day of class." Sure enough, to my big surprise, it said "classes will begin on Wednesday, September 9, 2009." My jaw dropped.

I emailed The Boy. I called my Dad. I called my Mom. None were all that surprised with me. All laughed extremely hard. I texted my best friend Amanda, who informed me that this move quite possibly topped her setting her alarm for 8pm instead of 8am, resulting in her sleeping through her first college class ever (hahah I remember it and I heart it).

Needless to say, it made yesterday, the actual first day of class, quite anticlimactic.

Also, the biggest thought flashing through my head was of how big, in a fat red marker, I'm going to write "_____'s FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!" on my calendar when I have babies someday. Mama won't mess THEIR big day up, nosir.

So far I've been to my math class and my sixteenth century British literature class.

Math... hm. Math and I are on opposing teams. I quite literally have anxiety attacks when mathematical circumstances/issues/problems are put in front of me. Numbers just do not process in my mind. When The Boy was away at school and I would order takeout, I'd call him so he could figure out my tip. It's quite sad, but at this point I just accept it. It's also sad (and yes, I'm kicking myself now) for the fact that I waited until my last semester of college to take my math class. Mathematical Thinking-- applying logic and math to real world situations. I may just die. Seriously. Not only is it already confusing, after two days of class, but every other kid in there is a freshman. An 18 year old newbie. I'm a 24 year old "get me the hell outta here" veteran. When I saw one girl with "Class of 2013" on her sorority shirt, I thought "Psh, yea right. I just graduated in 2004 and that's like, 9 years from when she'll graduate." Then it sunk in-- I graduated FIVE years ago and 2013 is only FOUR years away. Holy goodness...

My British lit class is going to be challenging, no questions about it. My professor is head of the English department and stressed today during the orientation that she accepts nothing but the best from her students, meaning she gets only the best from her students. It's going to be a lot of writing and reading. I have my other two classes tomorrow, which I'm sort of/ not really looking towards. I'm just so over school and so ready to be getting on with things.

in other news...

I've cooked every night this week. Monday night was Creamy Pork Tenderloin which got fab reviews from The Boy, Tuesday night was Chicken Marsala, last night I used up leftover chicken from Tuesday night to make Chicken Stir-Fry Pitas, and tonight was a WW recipe-- Southwestern Skillet Macaroni and Cheese, which was really good. I promise, I'm going to start taking pictures of the cooking-ness going on. No bad recipes yet though... this is good.

It's really feeling like fall here, which makes me pret-ty excited and happy!! The weather is cooler and the humidity is gone. I was also at Walmart today and they had all of their fall/Halloween decorations out-- love it! I might have also had a PMS-fueled shopping spree before I left because somehow Halloween Oreos, Sour Patch Kids, Coconut M&MS, Goldfish, and a Diet Dr. Pepper made their way into my arms (didn't even have a basket, just freakin' scooped them up as I saw/passed/had to have them). I'd take a picture, but I might have busted into one or three of the items already.

Note to other SPK lovers-- Walmart sells a 30.4 oz bag. If you have tastebuds that can stand it, go for it.

We have fun fall stuff coming up, which also makes me excited. I want to go to a wine fest in Boston at the end of this month, but that plan is tentative. The Boy and I were also invited to our first wedding-related event from HIS side-- his best friend's sister is getting married and they're having an Oktoberfest engagement party for the couple. The invitation came today and I may or may not have already started thinking about cute fall-ish outfits. We're going apple/pumpkin picking once the leaves start to change with Candice and Ricky (and I'd imagine Bridget)... which I heart. Candice also turns 21 in ten days-- also exciting (although it did hit me today that while she's just now turning 21 and being able to drink, I'm turning 24 in December... old.) Nicole gets married on October 10, so we're flying home to Texas for that weekend, which I'm so looking forward to.

On that note, I'm off to look for plane tickets. A month from today I'll be home and I still have no ticket purchased. Ah, procrastination...