School Just Might Do Me In After All

As you read this, I am in my first class at college, looking very out-of-place and rather nervous as I look around the room and notice that I could be anyone's grandmother.

Update: OK, maybe I was a tad too quick with that last statement, because as I was getting ready to go to my first class (gym/fitness), my bowels exploded and I ended up sitting on the toilet for more than half the class. To which, Mr. Handsome would reply, "Typical." And he'd be right.

So much for my fitness class. Well, at least my bowels are in shape. I think.

The rest of my first day was a little less eventful, shall we say? I had Psychopathology, which is right up my alley (I could have written the text, yo), and then I had Anatomy & Physiology, which is just another way of saying the class looks and examines the naked body. Again, right up my alley.

And guys, I won a prize! Why? Because I am the definition of awesome, that's why. Actually, it's because we had this really odd practice test in the Psychopathology class, and the test had nothing at all to do with psychopathology (unless you include hockey teams and the capital of Australia), which is probably why I got all the answers right. And, out of 56 people, I was the only one. Ahem. The prize? A little bag of gummy bears. I felt like I was in kindergarten again.

Today we had another practice test in our Medical Terminology class, and I got that one all right as well.

Do you see a pattern here, my friends?

The pattern: I have no problem answering questions correctly when it doesn't count. Which also means, when the real tests are here, I'm totally screwed. Hello unemployment! Good to see you again!

Next, watch as a bunch of hunky student paramedics poke and prod my stretch marks!


RiverPoet said…
Go Mary! You know, I thought I'd be the oldest kid in grad school, too, when I went for my first classes at Hood College, but I ended up meeting people both younger and older than me. To this day, most of them are still my friends.

I got my undergrad just a week shy of my 45th birthday, and I'll be just about to turn 50 when I get my masters. I plan to learn until I drop.

Hugs - D
Scribe said…
Way to go, Mary! Gummy bears! I remember my radio class back in college where the instructor brought in gummy bears and we put them all in compromising positions. It's where I first heard the term buggery. Need I say more?
♥Georgie♥ said…
I admire you so much for going back to college!
Tears in my eyes and joy in my heart from such lovely comments. You guys are the best.
Shana said…
Gummy bears are, no matter how you got them!
Claire said…
You are a smart, gutsy lady. Hats off to you. (word verification today...rodewar)
ReformingGeek said…
Gummy bears seems a little silly for any adult but maybe the real test was what you did with them.

Filet? Chopped?

Make a gummy chain?

I hope things went well today.

Ha! My word verification was "sconsin". They forgot the "Wi" in front.
Lisa said…
It sounds like a good start except for the bowel thing.
meleah rebeccah said…
YAY! Congrats on winning the prize! Who doesn't LOVE a bag of gummy bears.

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