Day One

The first classes were today. I felt like an impostor when I put on my backpack, like I was too old or something. It seemed as though there was no possible reason on earth that a twenty-seven-year-old person should leave the house wearing one. I honestly was looking around for people staring...

But they weren't, of course. At least, not for the backpack.

Biochemistry scared the shit out of me for some reason. I don't know why, but I just hate thermodynamics. Every time I tried to do that stuff in the lab, like working with calorimeters and shit, I always fucked up. But there they were on the first slide - entropy and shit. The horror! I really, really hope this is the last fucking time I have to deal with this shit. Every time it comes up, I think it is the last time. But no, the punishment never ends.

I have a slew of other courses as well. It seems I am no longer capable of taking less than seventeen credit hours a semester. I know I am setting myself up for wrinkles and gray hair and shit, but I am willing to sacrifice that in order to get these dumb courses out of the way in the first year. I want them done. Over. Now.

Oh yeah, and I'm still not registered. Awesome.