I'm Actually Attending School Now

Sup. I've started school at Pivot Point now and it's no where near as scary as I'd assumed it would be. I've made some friends (something I certainly didn't expect) and I'm not the oldest person there. I have, though, been referred to at least once as 'the white guy'. There aren't many men there, I think 6 or 7 in the whole school, though our class has three of them. Our instructor is a very well respected, experienced and talented man. He's got an amazing voice that, until I met him, I would have assumed was something that only character actors used. It's somewhat like Froggy from The Little Rascals. The last two days have been a mix of inspiration, team building and simplified Jungian psychology. I think I've introduced myself as part of a group somewhere around 20 times in the last four days.

The first day I sat alone, ready to eat lunch by myself when I got invited to sit with three of my classmates. The next day I sat alone again, but this time my classmates came and sat with me. Since it happened again today, I'm going to assume that it'll continue, which, for me, is a reassurance that I'm not as out of touch as I expected to be. Also on my first day I got a parking ticket. I had religiously fed the meter, but apparently feeding the meter isn't enough when they have a secret 2 hour parking limit and you stay for 8.

Tuition has been covered entirely by loans now that my mom and dad have co-signed my personal student loan, which is good because, honestly, I didn't really have a plan beyond that and my tuition is due on the 5th.

Tomorrow is my eight year anniversary. I don't think we have plans, but her family is coming over for dinner because the 2nd is her mom's birthday. With that, I'm off to clean, excited and energized by my new career path. Seriously.

Edit: Also, I got a manicure last night. So good.

Orientation #2

I was accepted to the Evanston school once my financial aid paperwork went through and today was orientation. Between the three incoming classes there were ~70 new students which, apparently, is quite a bit. They were a fairly unchatty crowd, but there were some older students and a handful of male students, so it was a more diverse group than the Chicago school. I look forward to starting next Tuesday, but now that it's so close, I'm nervous again. 

Additionally, I have something wrong with my right hand. It seems localized in my thumb and the adjoining muscles and tendons, but it's pretty damned painful at times. I'll be heading to a free clinic to see if I can't do something about it before I start taking classes that will be pretty demanding on my hands. 

The book thing didn't work out. I had a lot of ideas, but the math aspect was just beyond me. Now I'm past the deadline and only finished 3 of the 17 things I was supposed to make.