The Last Day of Freedom

So I start class tomorrow.

Unfortunately, I do not know what classes I will be starting. I had orientation on Friday, but I was told that I would not be able to meet with my program director or advisor, and that a special meeting would need to be set up. I was supposed to receive word about this later Friday afternoon, but I have not yet heard anything. Hooray, things really are starting out well. I think I'll just randomly show up to classes that I think I should be taking. Or something. I don't even have my ID yet. I am officially shitting myself.

It appears that I will have to be in my first class by 9am every day, even Friday. Ugh.

Last week I had to take radiation safety and lab safety courses. These are the same ones that I have taken at every single institution I have ever been at, so it was mind-numbingly boring. However, as I sat there, I realized that it felt good to be sitting in a classroom again. Sadly, I must admit that I really enjoy taking courses. I am such a nerd that I don't even really read fiction books. My bookshelves are lined with science-based books and texts on philosophy and stuff like that.

I can't believe people hang out with me.