When I decided to go back to school, I focused on the important things – what cute book bags there are out there! I don’t have to cook dinner if I take night classes! I don’t have to do laundry if I take day classes!
Who knew there’d be all this studying and crap to do? They want me to write papers, turn in assignments, and – GULP – study! The nerve!
As I prepare for my summer classes – Anatomy and Physiology I and II AND (as if that wasn’t enough torture on myself) World Civilizations. Oh yes. The fun never ends in this house.
Summer vacation? HAH! Who needs fun in the sun and relaxation when you can be learning the foot bone is connected to the ankle bone, and the brain bone is disconnected when you have children?
So in case I don’t make it back, please disregard the email requests for urgent cash sent to Rome, where I’ve been hustled by Gypsy children, lost my passport and can’t get the Embassy to help me. I won’t be in Rome. If you get an email asking you to donate money for my kidney transplant, because I was left in a bathtub filled with ice after having a drink spiked at the Kool-Aid bar, just ignore it. My kidneys are intact and still enclosed within my body, which will be in school. All summer.
I’ll miss you guys. I’ll get here whenever I can!