Tomorrow morning, I am headed to my former university (the third one, actually) to discuss my re-enrollment with a Dean. It’s been 14 years since I was dismissed from said university due to poor grades/attendance stemming from the various and sundry mental illnesses with which I am afflicted.

All of that is under control nowadays, which is a big deal in and of itself! Going back to school is going to be the reward for all the work I’ve done on myself over the past decade.

I am excited and nervous and I feel a little barfy right now but I’m sure it will be fine. I have a clear goal and a plan and a field of study about which I’m enthusiastic! I didn’t have that before! Wheeeeeee!

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It’s been 14 years since I’ve set foot in a classroom as a student. Do people still take notes by hand or is it all laptops? Is it going to be weird that I am old enough to be the mother of most, if not all, of my classmates (and probably most of the TAs)? Yeah, that’s going to be weird. Am I going to be okay? Does my brain even work anymore?

I suppose I could argue that being a partially-employed mom for the past decade has given me skills and knowledge that I can apply to my reanimated college career. I can multitask like the badass mofo I am, I can do a remarkable number of things one-handed, and my memory for scheduling and details is deep and vast. Can I apply all of that to college coursework? I hope so!